#dealer's choice on virgin reader im honestly ambivalent

[ceilidho]

that reblog just made me consider.... "just the tip" trope with possessive best friend soap 👀👀. maybe soap and reader are at his place and are a bit tipsy (or mostly reader is) and end up making out and dry humping and soap escalates things 🫣

my god. your brain. your mind.

"Just the tip" is such a John MacTavish trope, I'm sorry. Best friend that you've just started hooking up with, just a little light kissing here and there, something Johnny getting a bit handsy and pawing at your tits. His kisses down your neck always sloppy and messy.

The two of you haven't really hooked up yet; it's mainly been heavy petting and grinding in his lap because Johnny can't help coming in his jeans when the two of you make out. He has a hair trigger and no shame and he's always desperate and whining and so quick to get off because he doesn't have the patience to relax and take it slow.

You've been wondering if maybe this whole thing was a bad idea, maybe it's time to call it off because Johnny's been getting more and more amped every single day, like he can't even focus on anything else except getting his mouth on yours the second he sees you. It's just: *mumbles* "Hi kitty" *immediately ducks his head to kiss you with tongue*

But then the two of you are lying in his bed, both on your sides, kissing until your lips are swollen, and Johnny's like, "Can we just - ah - dinnae have to do anything, kitty, but can I feel it? Jus' wanna...wanna feel it on my cock" and he's already sliding your panties down your thighs, till they're just trapped around your knees and he rolls a bit over you, slotting his cock between your legs. Working himself up and groaning into your neck, cock rubbing against your pussy, slippery and wet, head catching on your opening and he makes no move to pull away.

You've lost the plot too, head empty except for the sound of your name when he whines it. Only protesting a little when the head catches and he pushes in just the slightest bit. "Jus' the tip, kitty," Johnny swears, breathless, rubbing his sweaty forehead into the side of your head. "Promise, 'kay? We dinnae have to - oh fuck - don'....don' have to..."

Promise forgotten when his hips roll into yours again and you clench tight around him and his hand comes down to your hip and pulls you closer, pushing in another couple of inches.