Soap going out the night after his bf breaks up with him. Gets dressed up real pretty, something he hasn’t done in years.
The only thing on his mind is getting drunk and getting fucked to the point that he can’t think anymore. Ends up in the lap of a very good looking man,
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gorgeous blond curls and brown eyes that warm him from the inside out.
Soap’s thoroughly drunk. Doesn’t need liquor to loosen his tongue, but gods, it certainly helps him push away the part of his brain that’s telling him to /not/ grind on top of this stranger.
Big hands,
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rough with callouses, grip the exposed skin of his waist and pull him closer. Fuck, Soap’s wet. He’s not a small guy, getting manhandled is rare, but it’s so /easy/ for this guy.
“What’s got you so desperate, baby? What’s on your mind?”
“You.” Soap breathes. It’s not a lie. He
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can’t think of anything beyond the man’s skin on his, what it would feel like to have his lips kissing down Soap’s neck, chest. His tongue licking a line down his body before reaching where Soap’s soaked and aching for it. He’s close to begging. Shame had been left behind, all
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that’s left is a desperate whore.
His stranger grins, and Soap’s captivated by the way the scars on his lips tug. He licks his own lips.
“Yeah? Want me that much?” He leans in, lets his breath brush hot against Soap’s shoulder before he leaves a feather light kiss on the same
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spot.
“No,” Soap says. “Not want. /Need/.”
Wandering hands slip beneath his pants and Soap wraps his arms around his stranger’s neck. His underwear is /soaked/, and Soap’s breath hitches when fingers finally touch where he needs them to be.
“Oh, you weren’t lying, were you,
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sweetheart?”
Soap feels more than hears the growl in his stranger’s tone. It makes him shudder.
“Don’t be a tease.” He whines, gets back a rumbling laugh in reply.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, not when you’ve been so good.”
Before Soap knows it, he’s lifted off the chair and his
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legs instinctively wrap around the man’s waist. Large hands hold him up and the air in Soap’s lungs vanish as he realizes he’s been picked up with ease. He damn near /squeaks/ and he’s met with another laugh.
“I’m taking you home, sweetheart. Can’t have everyone looking at
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what’s mine now.” His voice is so darkly possessive, but Soap’s rational mind is fucking /gone/. There’s something way too arousing about the possessive way he’s being held.
“Yeah. Take me home.” He says.
His lips are met with a bruising kiss, and Soap lets himself drift.
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// kinda drifted away from the vibes of the song but I just wanted heartbroken soap being desperate for a good fuck and finding himself in the hands of ghost. is ghost a good guy? maybe, maybe not, but he’ll take real good care of soap regardless //
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@NotAloneLover
alskfjalfjak, THANK YOU, NOTA
Ghost is just so 😩 Soap’s in for a very good night (and maybe rest of his life)
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