You and Ivan have been together for a few years now, and you were used to his often.. erratic nature. Alone, it was easy to put up with. But sometimes, he acted genuinely unbearable. And embarrassing to deal with especially in front of others.

You were at your parent’s house for thanksgiving, currently in the kitchen. And you honest to god, couldn’t even make yourself a plate without Ivan kissing up your neck. Your face. Invading your personal space, it’s like he was allergic to keeping his hands off of you. Stupid flirt. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your back pressed up against his chest. His eyes focused intensely on only you like you were the only person in the room. Watching the changes in your face as you both stood in front of the counter beside the stove. Two empty paper plates. The food was practically begging to be eaten.

After a minute or two more of this, you got tired of it. You parted your lips, just as you were about to tell Ivan to get off, so you could start plating the food, he grabbed your face, then kissed you directly.

“You taste good.” Sweet is what he would’ve said. Had you been alone, just to tease you. Rile you up a bit. He murmured as he pulled away from the kiss. But he didn’t move too far back. Lingering closely to your face. You could still feel the heat radiating off of his skin. A small mischievous smile graced his lips, seeing how worked up you were by that. His hand retreated from your face to rest on your stomach. He truly had no shame, even in your own family’s home.

You couldn’t even protest before he kissed you again, and again. His lips then trailed from your mouth, to the corner of your lips, your cheek, jaw, then neck. Absolutely insatiable jerk is what you liked to call him. He couldn’t get enough of you. One of his hands at one point slid up your shirt, resting on your bare stomach, gently caressing the skin there.

“Is there any spare bedrooms here baby?” Ivan asked, smiling against the side of your neck as he planted more soft kisses there. You couldn’t even respond, because he knew exactly how to make you go quiet, make you make noise, and bring you to the brink of ecstasy then do it all over again.

He honestly wanted to pick you up, toss you over his shoulder and take you out of this place. Get you back to your shared home, and get frisky, but he didn’t since he didn’t want to upset you for the 3rd time this week. But little did he know he already failed again. He couldn’t help but piss you off.