#it’s a korean movie 😙😙

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movie night 🌊

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mary goore req ?? mutual m. their hands down each others pants while watching a movie on the couch together 😙

Hi Anon! So sorry for how long this took but hope you like it ❤️

18+ under the cut.

There was one good thing about living with Mary Goore. Well, okay, there were actually quite a few things that were great about living with Mary Goore. Free entry into all the clubs cause he always knew some guy who knew the owner, free gigs, takeout pizza on the counter when you got home from work, midnight runs to the Korean grocery store halfway across town that sold the best fried chicken when they were craving a special kinda treat, and though he’d be loathe to admit, all the cuddles you wanted when you both laid down for the night. And other things. There were many advantages actually now that you were thinking about it. But the one thing that triumphed over all of them, and that was so incredibly silly the more you thought about it, was that you had total, uninhibited access to Mary’s wardrobe. All the ratty tees and boxer shorts for your taking. And tonight, when Mary had come stomping in with a mountain of fluffy snow atop their head, griping about how cold they were and that all they’d wanted to do was flop down on the couch and watch a movie, you sprung into action. Matching morbid angel tee cause of course Mary owned multiple pairs who did you honestly think he was? The baggiest pair of boxers in his wardrobe, and your giant fluffy blanket.

Perfectly cozy, a big bowl of popcorn sat half-eaten on the coffee table with a box of pizza from the shop around the corner; neither of you had wanted to venture outside in the blizzard so you embarrassingly had it delivered, tipping the poor delivery guy extra well for forcing him to make the trek for you. The screeching from whatever slasher movie Mary put on was thrumming in the background, but you paid it no mind, perfectly content to cuddle into your partner, pillowing your head on Mary’s chest and sliding your hands under their shirt for extra warmth. Movie nights were your favourite. Under the blankets with Mary, his hands lazily roaming over your curves, the dip of your waist, the swell of your hips. A mindless habit of his that no matter how unintentional it was, got you worked up in the best way.

You yawn, snuggling into Mary’s neck, looking up to their face. You watch their expressions, the subtle shift in their eyes, pupils blowing wide, a whisper of a grin forming on their lips as they watch the movie. It’s dark, and you squint at the screen. Where the hell did your glasses go? From what your bleary eyes could see, it looked like an utter bloodbath. Some poor girl covered in blood, cuts and bruises was running through a dense forest, breath ragged, eking out high-pitched whines as she tried to tamp down her sobs. The killer not far behind. Their acute senses so finely attuned to the atmosphere of the woods, ears pricking at the cracking of twigs. They trudged forth like a machine, footsteps confident, quick, lethal. You sigh. She wouldn’t last long. So you let your eyes shut and hook your leg over Mary’s hips, sliding it between his legs. He wouldn’t mind if you dosed a bit.

“Sleepy?”

“A little,” you murmur into their shirt, hands tracing over the planes of their chest. They caress your hair, massaging your scalp just the way you like it. You rock lazily in his lap, burrowing into him. And as you’re about to drift off when an awful screeching from the television pulls you out of your cozy bubble and you drag your eyes back to the screen to find yourself grimacing at the gory scene as the killer catches their prey. Mary’s breath hitches ever so slightly, and he shifts on the couch. You feel the beginnings of his erection twitching against your inner thigh and taking a sneaky peek up; you see Mary transfixed by the screen, their lower lip pinched between their teeth. His hand starts to knead into your waist, pawing nearly desperately at your supple flesh. You grin knowingly. You love movie nights. You press a featherlight kiss to his jaw, the stubble from their five o’clock shadow prickling your lips slightly.

“Hey,” you murmur, running your hand up and down Mary’s chest, feeling the flutter of their heart beneath your palm. He flicks his eyes down to you, softening as he meets your gaze.

“Thought you were sleepin’.” You shrug. Sleep can wait, and honestly, you’d rather be doing something else right now.

“Can’t,” you sigh, eyes flicking down to their rosy lips.

“C’mere,” Mary whispers, gripping your chin and leaning in for a kiss. You moan softly, melting into it, letting Mary’s tongue swirl lazily with yours, letting that bubbling heat slowly pool between your thighs. His hands roam down to your hips, pulling you firmly against him, squeezing your ass. “Fuck I love it when you wear my clothes.” Their voice is husky as they mouth at the shell of your ear, and you giggle, sighing as you squirm in their lap, the friction sending delicious shocks pulsing through your core. Mary groans as you rub against his hard cock. You grin against their neck, and deepening your kiss, moaning into their mouth, your hand begins the slow and sensual journey down Marys’ sternum, fingers ghosting down their soft abdomen, following the sparse smattering of hair past their navel, sliding underneath the waistband of their underwear to pull them out and take their length, heavy and leaking, into your palm.

“I love you, Mary,” you keen against his lips, and he devours your lips, a slow, sloppy kiss that makes you feel whole and completely one all at once. Their breath comes out in a forceful puff through their nostrils as you stroke them slowly, thumb circling over their leaking head then down to palm at his balls.

“I love you,” Mary moans. “Love you so much.” The movie is long forgotten, breathy sighs and moans, wet kisses and whines drowns everything out and it’s only the two of you in the world, clinging to one another. You whimper against his lips when Mary slides their hand down to run their fingers through your dripping slit, the heel of their hand pressing into your clit. You buck your hips, soft grunts escaping as he sucks at the soft flesh of your neck, marking you as his, grinding their hand slowly into your sweet spot.

“Mary.” Your whines are desperate, yearning, like you couldn’t get close enough to them. Like you haven’t been theirs for months now. Yearning to be his and all his.

“Love you like this,” Mary rasps out in between kisses, a self-satisfied smirk on their lips as your hand scrabbles to clutch his shirt as he finds the perfect rhythm and slides a finger inside you. Their breath hitches as you squeeze their girth and drag your hand down to his base just as he likes it. And soon your lost in your little bubble, only you and Mary, stroking one another lazily, your face buried into their neck, hips rocking to your own rhythms as you nudge one another closer to the edge.

“Put another finger in me, Mary,” you moan, licking a stripe up their neck, Mary groans, throwing their head back as you gently twist your wrist. Mary acquiesces, stretching you further, pumping their fingers slowly in and out of you, his palm grinding into you incessantly.

“Fuck you’re good,” they moan, biting your bottom lip and trapping you in a hot kiss, all tongue and teeth. “So good. You like when I fuck you like this?” And he pulls his head back, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to look up at him; they curl their fingers inside your cunt and your mouth opens, a high-pitched whine eking out as Mary finds your sweet spot and grins knowingly. “Answer me, baby.” You slide your other hand to squeeze his balls in response, and Mary lets out a low grunt and an ah fuck, muttered under their breath.

“Y-yes, Mary. Love your fingers inside me. Love your cock,” you purr, picking up the pace as you feel Mary harden more in your hands, using the two to slide up and down their shaft. He was so close, bucking and grunting, an adorable crease appearing between their eyebrows as they picked up the speed, pressing into your clit. You rock your hips along to the pace Mary sets. He rewards you with a good girl That has you mewling into their neck.

“That’s it baby,” Mary pants. “Fffuck,” they hiss as your thumb circles their cockhead. “Fuck my fingers, sweetheart.” The pressure on your clit is becoming to much and you squirm but Mary follows you, using their free hand to hold you in place, fucking you closer and closer. Every curl has you chanting, little oh’s punching out under your breath as you fall over the edge, pulsing around his expert fingers. You collapse against Mary’s chest, breath ragged, in the crook of their neck as they massaged out the remaining shocks, your hips stuttering and bucking.

And soon Mary was following you over the crest, rutting into your hand. “Fuck you feel good,” they groaned, and you squeezed the base of his cock in response, sighing as Mary’s moans turned into grunts. “Fuck I-I’m gonna cum.”

“I love you, Mary. Love you so much.” You whisper it into the dip of their collar bone. And as you feel Mary’s cock twitch, their hips stuttering, you lick one slow stripe up his neck to his jaw and purr, “Yours.”

“Fuck, fuck, fffuck,” Mary cums, hips stuttering, chanting out in high pitched whines. You stroke them slowly through their climax, rubbing his sensitive cock-head, his cum spilling out hot over your hand. Mary devours you into an all-consuming kiss, smashing their lips to yours, pushing their tongue into your mouth, and you sigh into it. Completely theirs. Fingers digging into your flesh, fusing to your skin. All yours. You both pull away, panting and heaving, ecstatic. “Bedroom. Now.” Mary growls, eyes dark and full of lust. Your stomach flutters.

“What about the movie?” You protest, but you’re giggling as your partner gathers you up in their arms and stands up, making the journey to the bed on shaky legs.

“Fuck the movie.”