drabble on the small acts the 141 likes to do with you
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Price likes to have you close, on his lap, on his boots, on his back, so long as he can feel you squirming under his ministration, hands teasingly trailing along your sensitive skin, chuckling breathlessly when you whines and demand him to do anything
"always so eager to please me"
His favorite is having you sitting on his lap with you facing him, flexing his thigh and feeling you tighten your muscles around him, if he's generous enough, he might even pull your hips along, or slip his hand between your thighs, guiding you as you pant, but he much rather watch you use him to come
He likes to give you a small moment of control, watching your hands grabbing anything of his, pestering kisses and marks all over him, hearing you whine and stare at him with those pleading eyes, before he takes over and remind you why he's the one that has the authority, even in the bedroom
"My turn now, hm?"
Ghost likes to make you feel small under him, sprinkle in with a lil bit of power imbalance if you will, towering or looming over you, big hands palming over your chest and tummy, squeezing it softly as he huffs
"come 'ere"
every one of his touches feels possessive, like there is a strong sense of need and protectiveness that leaves a hot trail on your skin.
His favorite is making out with you, teeth clashing, lips pulling, hungry with want, and before you know it, he'll grab you by the hips or anywhere convenient, pulling you off the ground as he continue the kiss, smiling into it as he watch you scramble to hold onto him to have some semblance of balance
If you were on his lap, he likes to lean into the kiss, tipping you on your back
bit
by
bit
until you feel like you were going to fall off, but that'll never happen on his watch, his hand always on your back, the other on your leg, locking you with him.
He likes seeing that lil jolt of panic running through your eyes, knowing how much you'll depend on him.
"easy there, pup, I got you"
Soap likes to have his hands on you, everywhere and anywhere, on your neck, on your arms, on your back, on your belly, on your thighs, if any of your skin is exposed best believed he's putting his hand on you.
He likes seeing you so pliable and soft under him, his to touch, his to take.
He's greedy about it and he doesn't hide it, it comes in growls and huffs as his hands dig into those meaty thighs of yours.
"I need you"
He's insatiable, not only needing to feel you under him, he wants everyone else to know just who you belong to, biting and nibbling away on your skin, his mind chanting "mine, mine, mine" as he spend hours littering your skin with bite marks and hickies.
His favorite is leaving them on the back of your neck, your collarbone and your inner thigh, grinning side to side as you complains about it.
Gaz likes getting spoil by you, coming home and nuzzling into your neck, slumping his weight on you as he smiles lazily. He enjoys it when you bring him close, shutting off his mind by your soft touches and reasssurance.
He lives for the praises, and love pulling it from you as he pounds you hard from behind, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, a sense of pride washing over him as he smiles oh so innocently.
"yeah? you like it when I do this? no one makes you feel the same way as I do, isn't it? come on, say it, lemme hear you say it baby"
His favorite is hearing you mumble strings of incoherent babbles, ranging from "yes" "please" "harder" "faster" and more, because that's all he ever wanted, to make you feel good.
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