#yet again!!!

[ohsotwistedideas]

lordhavemercy🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

this is everything!!!!!

Can i request marking Aaron up with lipstick marks. Like imagine leaving a trail of kisses from his neck all the way down his front. And if the lipstick is starting to fade, he'd reapply it for you so you could continue marking him 🤭

marked as mine

STOPPPP 😵‍💫🤭 cw; fem!reader, reader is slightly tipsy, established relationship, a touch of sub!aaron, language, very very very suggestive content nsfw minors dni wc; 1.3k

The two of you landed roughly against the front door. Aaron even more so, the thud of his weight hitting the wood and echoing down the empty hallway. You giggled loudly against his lips, buzzing from the champagne and infatuation.

"Shh sweetheart," Aaron laughed softly, peering around as if all your neighbors were out witnessing your late return. "The last thing we need are noise complaints."

You continued to cling onto him, your arms winding underneath his jacket and his button-up clasping in your fingers. You pressed him further against the surface, one of his legs slotting between yours. "So let 'em complain."

"At least let me open the door first," Aaron fumbled to get his keys out, reciprocating your very messy kisses and found his hands roaming your body instead. With the eager whimpers leaving the back of your throat egging him on, he could've taken you right there.

When the two of you managed to make it inside the apartment, you didn't get very far. Aaron fell back onto the couch, pulling you down with him, continuing to make out like a pair of horny teenagers.

"You looked beautiful tonight," Aaron commented when you pulled away with a heaving chest, his lips swollen. The two of you had spent the evening at some fancy FBI dinner, dressing up for the occasion. He reached up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "I felt like the luckiest man there."

"Thank you." You sobered at the compliment, a sweet smile tugging onto your face.

He mirrored your smile, his hand enveloping your jaw to guide your lips back to his. He kissed you long and hard, enunciating the want pooling within you.

"Jack's not home," you reminded him, a wicked glint in your eyes. Jessica had graciously taken him off your hands for the night. "So you know what that means."

Aaron's hand found the zipper on the back of your dress, beginning to pull it down. The sudden exposure of cool air sent a shiver racing down your spine. "I think so."

"Nuh uh." He got about halfway before you grabbed ahold of his wrists, pinning them down at his sides. "Me first."

Your previous kisses had left a lipstick stain on his lips, tinting them a darker pink shade than their natural color. The sight ignited an idea.

You started below his ear, pressing short yet sensuous kisses to his skin, causing him to inhale sharply. Your lips trailed down the column of his neck, purposefully leaving the imprint of your lipstick.

"I don't think you noticed, but I saw a few women ogling you throughout the night. Maybe even some men too." The thought only produced more vigor to rush through you. More possession. "Can't say I blame them, but I'd thought I'd remind you who you actually belong to."

Aaron's suit jacket was soon tossed aside. You also did him the favor of removing his tie, and didn't stop there.

You unbuttoned his shirt painfully slow, looking up at him darkly through your lashes. He swallowed as he watched, anticipating your next move and resisting the urge to assist you - to speed things along.

But if your show was anything to go by, you intended on taking your time.

Resuming where you left off, you planted more kisses, your mouth lingering longer with each one you set. You could feel his heart racing under your palm, a steady thrum against his skin. It elevated when your lips reached his chest, his pec, and especially down his front, covering him all over.

You were moving slowly to deliberately to fuck with him, fully aware he would spiral into a whiny, frustrated mess as a result. Hot, impatient and bothered Aaron, one of your favorite things.

"Sweethear-"

You shushed him immediately, mumbling into his flushed skin, "Quiet. Every mark has to be perfect."

However, by the time you reached the middle of his abdomen your lipstick had gradually faded, leaving faint burgundy smudges behind - almost close to nothing.

"Wait-" Aaron blurted, causing you to stop and peer up at him. He reached towards the coffee table, a bit frantically as his fingers outstretched. "Hand me your bag."

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you fetched your purse for him, dropped in haste amidst earlier's heated entanglement. Knowing you kept it in your bag for reapplication throughout the night, Aaron quickly riffled through it, finding your lipstick in record time.

His mouth formed a smirk, his brown eyes molten. His tone was a little on the condensing side as he spoke, "Honey, what's the use if we can't see it?"

Again he cupped your jaw, his hold on you firm yet gentle as he began to reapply your lipstick. He did so carefully; beginning at the center of your upper lip and focusing on your Cupid's bow. Next, he blended the shade outward before moving onto the bottom, using the same method.

Gazing at him, he seemed to be enraptured by the process, especially with the reasoning being you were marking him as yours. His own furrowed brows relaxed the more he focused, his eyes warm with an intensity that softened with every passing moment.

This was the first time he had ever applied your lipstick, and it definitely would not be the last. And every time you wore this particular shade in the future, he would remember this intimate (and insanely sexy) moment.

You were sure to part your lips as he did so, keeping eye contact with him the whole time, playing up that look to drive him wild. One that read: I'm yours and I want you to do with me as you please.

"Fuck," Aaron mumbled. If he wasn't turned on already, he definitely was now. His thumb found your bottom lip, lingering a moment before he wiped below, a spot where it had smudged onto your skin.

You pressed your lips together for a second or two, evenly spreading the lipstick before they formed back into an 'o' shape.

His head dipped back momentarily, "You're killing me here."

Once he capped the lipstick, as a thank-you you pressed a kiss just below his belly button, leaving a prominent fresh stain. His abs jumped at your touch, and a sinful noise escaped from the depths of his throat.

You continued your trail of marks, and just by habit, his hand fell into your hair, gripping it and guiding you as you traveled further down his body. Aaron closed his eyes as his head hit the armrest of the couch again, savoring the feeling of your perfect lips against his skin, the constraint in his pants quickly growing uncomfortable.

Next your hands swiftly undid his belt buckle, pulling both his pants and boxers down. Not all the way though, just enough to leave a few more imprints, softly brushing your lips along his v-line. He picked his head up to glare when you didn't venture further, the thought of your freshly painted lips wrapped around him filling his mind. Aware of exactly what you were doing to him, you offered him a playful smirk in return.

Finished, you sat up to admire your work, being sure to rut your hips into his and causing a desperate groan to release from him. Sure enough, beginning from his ear and continuing all the way down, a perfect line of lipstick adorned his front. He was yours.

You reached for your bag yourself, grabbing your phone and snapping a few pictures for future enjoyment. A close up of his jaw, torso, lower abdomen.

Your finger traced the lowest one teasingly, which resulted in Aaron squirming slightly underneath you. Your eyes found his, and you found they were heavily dark with need.

"Sweetheart," he whined, his hips involuntary bucking upwards. "Please."

 You leaned in closer, your bottom lip brushing against his earlobe, and whispering with a devilish satisfaction in your voice,

"See? You're mine."

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Sketch v final + refs below!

First pic was reffed from My Own Private Idaho, which ended up being a really bad idea because this focal length was ridiculous to try and flatten out and match with the others lol

Second pic was obvi The Pieta by Michelangelo, but shoutout to my partner for suggesting the role reversal cause I was initially gonna draw Viktor in Jayce's arms again, but having it the other way around gave me the idea for the last piece where they're mutually in each other's arms and on equal ground in the composition

Third pic was reffed from The Blossoming Of Love by Miquel Blay! Had to move Jayce's hand to Viktor's shoulder because he was too yolked for his arm to fit between them lmao

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