#The tw for dubcon is because alcohol impairs true consent even though in this instance both partners are into it

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

I can't stop rereading the last Date Night scenario 🥺🖤 Perhaps indulge me for another.

The same spoiled and pampered F!S/O with Black Mask. This time spending Valentine's indoors with him at their penthouse drinking wine or whatnot ... but his pesky phone keeps ringing so he takes it. She massages him, and again S/O is a bit mischievous.

It's a bit more romantic and with some spice to it.

"Annoying Ringtone" Black Mask x F!S/O (Valentine's Event 2024)

Of course! Sometimes when your partner has such a demanding job, you have to uh. Take things into your own hands. This is the final ask for the (now over) Valentine's Day Event! Had fun this year, can't wait for the next <3

TW: Dubious consent/Tipsy tomfoolery (both partners have been drinking before sexual acts took place), NSFW, oral, some rough play

After the last little "incident" on Valentine's Day and Roman showing off your panties to some unsuspecting waiter...

You didn't fight him on staying inside this year. It made you hot alright- in both senses of the word and he knew it. As much as he loved to spoil you, he absolutely still felt the need to establish himself.

Tonight, however, was fairly relaxed. Both of you in more casual attire, take-out and a fine bottle of wine. You'd already watched a movie and now were just hanging out, chatting about your lives. He knew most of your life already. He made it his business to know your day to day. Some of it was security.  A lot of it was his own jealousy and trust issues. This was something you'd come to terms with in the relationship.

Yet he told you a lot of things that happened behind closed doors. Gossip and intrigue. Nothing in such explicit detail as to put you a precarious legal position later. It was nice to know his feelings unfiltered like this. There was a level of intimacy he didn't share with others when he was like this.

You'd expected where this would go- some light flirting that would end in a sweaty flushed night. You even had a little package for him to open with lingerie you'd put on. Dark red. But dammit, his phone wouldn't stop going off. On a personal note, you'd come to loathe his ringtone, a nondescript chirping that was just obnoxious enough to get attention from across the room if need be.

He groaned, "Shit, it might actually be important."

"It might..." You sighed, then teased, "Don't they know this is my time? I thought we all agreed on a 50/50 split." Of course you weren't going to actually be a brat about it. Work tends to take preference when you run your own criminal empire.

"Oh you get more than 50%, believe me," He laughed before taking the call, "Yeah? I fucking told you morons to handle it on your own. I'm busy tonight- ....Yeah? Shit. Okay, look-"

He goes to lean back into the couch as he speaks. A lot of it is technical, some things you understand others... it's like a different language. Slightly drunk and already missing the attentions of your partner, you find yourself standing behind him. Calculating.

When your hands slip just under his shirt to work into his shoulders, he groans slightly into the call. Not enough to quite be noticed. He moves just so you get more access to him, your thumbs working wonders before you lean down to kiss his neck. He fumbles with his words for a moment. Then excuses it by telling the person on the phone he'd had a drink. He gives you The Look.

The Look that says you'll be in trouble if you keep going.

You don't get it often. After all, you're his good girl and he likes to spoil you! Right now, however, there is chaos roaming along the corridors of your mind. Your hands come out of his shirt and try to reach as far down his abdomen as you can. Kissing into his neck before nipping. You can feel him tensing.

Clumsily, you made your way around to his side of the couch and got to work. First was unbuttoning his shirt and kissing along his chest. Gentle and soft over his various burn scars. The two of you had an understanding. Even after all this time they were red and blotchy in places he wasn't able to escape the fire that bonded his mask to his face.

His free hand was already unzipping his pants to stroke himself off. Heavy sighing as he tried to continue the conversation. There was no feasible way the goon on the other side of the phone didn't have an idea something was up. Flush cheeks and a sly grin and your hand moved over his before taking over.

Your lipstick left marks first on his skin and then stained the edges of his crisp white dress shirt. What was one more shirt he had to throw out? At least this time it wasn't blood. Besides, it was getting difficult for him to focus with the way your palm was smoothing pre-cum over his shaft.

"Fuck- Just- Just tell me what the damn problem is-" he shouted into the phone. There was that look again. Your tongue was already lapping at another bead of pre-cum. Teasing what would come next.

You barely had your mouth on the tip of his cock before he was "helping" you take more. Hand twisting in your hair. He was holding back. Somehow, you were sure of it. The steady pace, allowing you to adjust and keep up. If he didn't care, he'd have you take it all in one go. Certainly in another instance, you might not put it past him.

But it's Valentine's Day and he's definitely getting off on this. At most he presses a little faster, as he mutters in the phone about "needing to finish this." It's then he crooks the phone between his mask and shoulder. Freeing his other cramping hand. He cracked his fingers briefly Before you could even really wonder what he was planning, he pulled you hard off of him. Then his other hand went to jerk himself to completion- Directly cumming over your mouth and chin.

The phone drops to the couch for a moment as he loudly groans in the room. A blink. He's quickly picking the phone back up.

"Yeah. I'm good." He panted, "Do me a favor will ya? Handle it your fucking self."

And now he's looking down at you. He's spent and feeling a little too powerful.

All you can think to do is smile and lick his cum off your lips and wipe the rest away, "Sorry. I couldn't wait."

"I think we need to take this in the other room."

You were going to be so sore tomorrow but it will all have been worth it.