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Bernthirst Palooza 2022
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2023-01-03
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Summary:

Tushy Tuesday prompts: doggy position; spanking (well... just once :'D)

You've got a surprise for Griff for your anniversary.

Notes:

Literally last minute kind of thing - I wrote it late at night after visiting my relatives and having a few glasses of champagne, also I've never written Griff before, so I apologize if this one sucks :'DD

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“Whoa!” Griff exclaims as you open the door, “Damn, sweetheart… You missed me that much?”

Being with Griff sure as hell is a wild ride. He could disappear for weeks, hiding from the police after another criminal shit he got himself into, then storm back into your life like a hurricane sweeping you off your feet. Your friends told you you’ve lost your mind, and maybe they’re not completely wrong after all, but… You know Griff loves you in his own way, you know he would fight for you, and maybe that’s what keeps you together for such a long while. Today’s your first anniversary - a year ago you met him at a local bar and the spark between you was so bright that you ended up in bed together on that same night. Who knew it’s gonna be something more than a drunken one night stand?

You’re well prepared for the occasion: a new set of lingerie only slightly covered with a silk dressing gown that you didn’t bother to tie up, heels (you’re not really into them but something tells you you’re not gonna walk much tonight) and stockings, of course. From the way Griff is eyeing you right now, licking his lips as if you’re his favorite dessert, you can tell the outfit choice was right.

“Course I did, baby… I always miss you,” you smirk, impatiently tugging him inside and closing the door shut before wrapping your arms around him. “What about you, tough guy? Did you miss me?” 

“How d’you think?” he goes in a low raspy voice before crushing his lips on yours in a fiery kiss as if he’s about to devour you. Griff’s kisses are furious, possessive, almost bruising, all teeth and tongue, and it never fails to make your knees go weak.

“I got a surprise for you,” you whisper in your most sultry tone as you push Griff’s jacket down his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, is that a good one?” he chuckles, squeezing your backside in a firm grip to pull you even closer.

“You’ll see.”

His clothes are quickly discarded as well as your dressing gown somewhere on the way to the bedroom. Your lips are already swollen with passionate kisses as you land on the bed.

“Shit, look at you, sweetheart - you’re fuckin’ gorgeous! I’d eat you alive, I swear,” Griff might not be the most poetic guy when it comes to compliments, but he always sounds like he hundred percent means it. “Wanna get on all fours for me, darlin’?”

There it is, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Biting your lip, you obey, slowly turning your back to him, revealing a new tattoo on your lower back.

“Wait, uh… Is that real?” you can feel his fingers brushing against your skin.

“It is, yep,” you reply, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Lost my tattoo virginity a couple of weeks ago. You like it?”

“That’s pretty hot, not gonna lie,” he leans down, pressing kisses along the curve of your spine while his big hands squeeze and knead your buttcheeks. “Is that your surprise, huh?”

“Well it’s actually even hotter if you look closer…” you hint. You’re actually kinda proud of this design. At first glance it looks just like a random pattern, but an attentive viewer can notice the letters…

“Holy shit, is that… Is that my name?”

“Uh-huh. You like being an inspiration for my very first tattoo?” you chuckle.

“Shit, babe. That’s real sexy of you. Get over here,” he groans, seizing your hips. You giggle as he keeps grunting while tugging down your panties using his teeth. Being too impatient though he helps himself with his hands, and you gasp out loud when his fingers find their way between your folds.

“That’s my girl. So wet for me,” he praises, curling his fingers at exactly the right angle, his thumb grazing against your clit.

“Hey sweetheart,” his voice rumbles above you as you melt in the blissful sensations of his fingers inside you. “Did you uh… When you got the tattoo… you didn’t have to take off your pants, did ya?”

“What?” you snort, “Of course not, are you kidding me? It’s not on my butt or something, why would I- oh!” you let out a whimper when his free hand lands on your butcheek with a hard smack. 

“Good,” he hums contently, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his cock. “‘Cause that sweet ass of yours only belongs to me.”