Boothill x Reader
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⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ MINORS DNI ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 「 ✦ Tags ✦ 」 : Piercings mentioned, lots of story, 18+, smut, penetration, cowboy, long, established relationship, focus on boobies, fem reader, it's a little silly. Hope you enjoy :)
「 ✦ Word Count ✦ 」 : ~5k (pretty long)
「 ✦ Synopsis ✦ 」 : Boothill is obsessed with your tits. Even more so when you get your nipples pierced. 「 ✦ Author's Note✦ 」 : My style of writing's pretty silly in this one. I usually post more serious stuff, but if this does well, then I'll keep writing like this. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ MINORS DNI (AGAIN)⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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Your cowboy boyfriend was just oh-so obsessed with your tits. How could he not be? Those mounds of flesh resting so beautifully atop your chest captivated him every time he looked at you. Clothed or unclothed, Boothill would find a way to "cop a feel".
However, sometimes a "feel" wasn’t enough for him. He needed your heavenly tits in his mouth. And this wouldn’t be a problem if you hadn’t just gotten your nipples pierced... But it was...
...
Because you had just gotten your nipples pierced.
Less than a day after you got them pierced, he'd ask, “How much longer y’said they needed?”
And feeling guilty, you'd respond with a soft-spoken, “Few months…”
“A FEW MONTHS!?” He’d exclaim, completely flabbergasted despite your warning before the piercing appointment, “Mother fudgin- FEW MONTHS!?”
“Uh, yeah, a few months, yeah. Maybe even longer...”
Definitely longer. But for his sake, you'll keep it at a 'few months.'
You turned away from him as you said that, the guilt slowly leaving your system and being replaced with mild amusement. “How long did it take for your piercings to heal?”
“‘Round a month. Not a few months,” He elongates the s at the end of months, really trying to drive his point home.
You wave him off. You knew he’d be upset, but surely he could last a few months without sucking on your buds. It’s not like you were telling him he couldn’t be handsy. Just no tongue!
Even so, the hands weren’t enough for him. And as the days flew by for you-- for him, he counted the seconds, minutes, and hours.
…It was torture.
Sexy time wasn’t the same for him. The two of you would settle into your lavish hotel sheets, butt-booty naked and ready for action.
His cold, metal hands would cup your pliant breasts, fingers gliding gently atop your freshly pierced nipples, eliciting goosebumps to pepper your skin. Then, the intrusive thoughts would take over…
“What are you doing?” You’d ask with your hand gently pushing against his cheek to hold him off.
With his mouth half open and his face lowered, your ranger boyfriend would pull back with an annoyed suck of his teeth, “Nothin’...”
“Uh-huh.”
When week two came, he’d come home every day looking half-dead. His Galaxy Ranger tasks and little run-ins with Argenti would only be able to distract him for so long.
“Hang in there~,” You’d tease, and he’d wave you off in an attempt to restrain himself from saying something nasty.
Week 3 was… surprisingly calm? Not once did he even glance at your chest. Although it was slightly concerning, you brushed it aside and figured he was doing some sort of dissociation activity. That was until week three merged into week four and became a month. And once again, sexy time had been initiated. Only this time, Boothill was as chipper as a varmint findin’ his prey.
…
Ew, his weird cowboy slang is rubbing off on you.
“Why’re you so damn happy?” You’d ask as he towered over your naked body.
“‘Cause,” He replied, his hands drifting to your hips, “It’s been a month.”
He bent down to place gentle yet hurried kisses against your cheek, his arms moving from your hips to cage you between the sheets and his torso.
With soft giggles, you smiled, your hands snaking their way under his long hair and hooking around his neck, “Mmhm. Halfway there.”
“What.”
“What?”
“Halfway? Half. Way?”
You open your mouth to say something but are abruptly cut off by him, “It’s been too fudgin’ long! What do you mean I’m halfway there!?”
It should really be longer, but you restrain yourself from making his unwarranted punishment even longer.
Ignoring his anger, you roll your eyes and ask, “Is that why you were so chipper this past week?”
“Well whaddya think!?”
“Uh-huh. How long do you think it’s been?”
“A darn month!”
“Mmhm. And remember when I told you it would take a few months? Month-s, sss?” This time, it’s you who’s emphasizing the s at the end of months.
“Oh…”
Somehow, he managed to gaslight himself into thinking it would take one month instead of two. Even after making such a big fuss about it initially.
Safe to say sexy time was a little lackluster that night.
After that day, the grieving only got worse for him.
Shock, denial, anger, bargaining (it was never an option for him), acceptance, you name it.
However, the 7th week merging into the 8th was his magnum opus. The two of you had moved into yet another hotel, and that night, your boyfriend was counting the seconds to midnight. He didn’t need to literally wait exactly two months, but the past few weeks got to him, and you figured it was funny seeing him struggle this way.
“I’m gonna take a shower, my love~,” you’d hum to him oh-so-sweetly in your towel as the clock came closer to midnight.
“It can’t wait till after?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, trapping you in it.
“After what?”
“Oh don’t do this.”
“Do what?” You giggled, your fingers gripping the door handle.
“Don’t toy with me, woman. You know I’ve been waitin’ for this day.”
“Mmhm,” You hum again, beginning to close the door on him, “We’ll do it after, don’t be such a baby.”
Just as you’re about to close the door, Boothill’s silver hand stops it from closing.
With a toothy smile, he pushes the door back open, backing you up against the toilet, “Nah. I’ve waited too fudgin’ long for this. Your shower can wait.”
You let out a laugh, he can’t possibly be serious... can he?
Your amusement turns to shock as he abruptly lifts you up and slings you over his shoulder, your towel slipping off your body.
“H-Hey!” You exclaim, hitting your fists against his metallic back.
“You’re jus’ gonna get dirty again anyway. I’m doin’ you a favor!”
By the time he finishes his sentence, he’s already by the bed and throwing you onto the cushiony, white sheets.
“Come on, seriously!” You yell out to him, a warm blush permeating your cheeks, “I’ll take two showers then. It really doesn’t-”
Before you can finish, your cowboy boyfriend throws his cowboy hat onto your head, temporarily blocking your vision.
“Quiet, you,” he hisses out, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him with little regard for you.
He tosses your legs over his shoulders and leans into you, adjusting the hat on your head.
You want to be mad at him, but with your noses nearly touching, you can’t be. He’s just too darn handsome up close. Well, too darn handsome in general.
“You ready, sweet stuff?” He asks, the corners of his lips pulling up into a cocky smile.
“You can’t be serious,” You smirk at him, tipping back the hat.
“Darn straight I can.”
With that, your ranger boyfriend presses his lips against yours, his cold hands instantaneously latching onto your warm breasts. You let out a weak moan into his mouth as he kneads your breasts, and he takes the opportunity to slip his pierced tongue between your lips.
The feeling of the cool metal inside your mouth makes you shiver. You should be used to it by now. But it always catches you off guard.
Soon after he’s gotten his fill of your lips, he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting between the two of you.
“Y’ready, baby?” He asks, licking his lips as he gives a gentle squeeze to your breasts.
“Pfft, you’re acting like we’ve never done this before,” you smile, “yes, I’m ready.”
“I’m not talkin’ ta you,” He hisses out, “I’m talkin’a them.”
With that, your boyfriend gives your breasts a hearty squeeze. You roll your eyes, trying to bite back the smile stretching onto your lips.
Although his prize was right in front of him, quite literally in his hands, your boyfriend’s eyes drifted up to meet yours. Almost as if to ask if he were really able to indulge in the thing he’s been waiting so long to get.
“Well…” you begin, the blush in your cheeks returning, “...what are you waiting for?”
He lets out a soft chuckle, his head darting down to take one of your pierced nipples between his lips.
And oh. My. Aeons. He’s finally made it.
You feel his smile widen against your skin, his warm, wet, tongue coating your nipples in a thin coat of his saliva. You let out a meek whimper, running your hands through his long, black and white hair.
His piercing clinks against yours, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.
“B-Been waiting for this for a while now, huh?” You stutter out to him, the warmth in your cheeks spreading to the tips of your ears. Despite your boyfriend and you having done this many times, you’re still just as sensitive as the first time.
He responds out with a low groan, his mouth still latched to your tit while his eyes met yours.
“Mmhm,” he moans in a trance-like state.
His tongue circles your nipples so deliciously. Even though he’s certainly doing this for his benefit more than yours, you’re not complaining. If it feels good, it feels good. And boy does it feel great.
His eyes trail back down to the two beauties beneath him, and he soon unlatches from your tit with a wet pop.
“Two months. Two long months I’ve waited,” He grins, his eyes looking back into yours.
His thumbs once again graze along your hardened, wet nipples, making you shudder.
“You’re such a tease,” you huff out, “...and a baby.”
“And all yours,” he retaliates, his sharp teeth showing through his cocky smile.
And soon enough, he’s back at it. Only this time he-
“Ow!”
You let out a flustered yelp, your body jolting forward.
With your brows furrowed, you huff out, “Don’t bite them so hard.”
“Sorry sweet thing, can’t help myself.”
It wouldn’t be a problem if his teeth weren’t so abnormally sharp. But they are. And it is a problem. Still, the slight masochist within you doesn’t necessarily hate it…
“And look,” he continues, one of his hands trailing down past your stomach and between your legs, “she certainly doesn’t hate it.”
Of course he calls you out on that…
With that, Boothill’s metal fingers push against your folds and glide up and down them, your sticky fluids coating them with a cloudy slick.
“Tease…” you mumble again, your hips bucking into his hand in response to his teasing.
Boothill continues to suck and bite on your breasts, eventually marking you with a few hickies. However, a few quickly become a lot, and a lot become too many.
“You’re gonna leave ‘em sore!” You whine out, trying to push his head away from your chest.
With bite marks and deep red bruising, your boyfriend has the audacity to respond, “You’ll be fine. Nothin’ I haven’t done before.”
His fingers continue to toy with your folds, making you involuntarily twitch as he pokes against you.
“B-Boothill…” You moan out, using his hat as a way to cover your eyes.
“Mm?”
“Quit teasin’ me… seriously.”
He can’t help but emit a hearty laugh, pulling himself away from you and giving you a break from the deep stretch he had put you in.
“Yeah, I’ll stop teasin’ you alright.”
He tilts back the hat on your head, directing your vision towards your lower half where his hands are. And as quickly as he tilted back the hat, he plunged his cold fingers deep into your warm, velvety depths. You let out a sharp moan, surely loud enough to wake whatever temporary neighbors you have on either side of you.
“So sensitive,” He smirks, pushing his fingers up against your favorite spot.
Your cowboy boyfriend continues to wiggle his fingers inside you, scissoring you open. Your body writhes underneath him, your back arching and your hands coming off his head to reach to the sheets above you.
You let out louder and louder moans, repeatedly sputtering out his name between lewd noises and pants.
As your body squirms, your tits jiggle. And while Boothill keeps one hand pleasuring your lower side, he uses his other to squeeze down harder on your wet, bruised breasts.
“It hurts!!” You yelp out, your drenched cunt clenching around his fingers.
The pain isn’t new, but the piercings make it different. And it's a difference you’re not used to.
“First time in a long time you’re yellin’ it out like it’s a bad thing,” He mutters, “Sorry ‘bout that, sweetness.”
He takes his hand off your breast, leaning in to kiss your lips while his hand makes its way to your arms above you. In no time, he has them pinned there.
As he pulls back from the kiss, you notice a mischievous smile plastered on his face, “But it’s your punishment for makin’ me wait so fudgin’ long.”
The fingers enwrapped in your cushy cunt somehow manage to reach deeper, wiggling up and down inside you before quickly pulling out of you.
Even if they’re only his fingers, those metallic digits are so thick you can’t help but feel empty once they’ve left you.
He then reels back his hand, wiggling his fingers with a soft mechanical whir before swiftly giving a harsh slap to your tits.
For someone who treasures your boobs so much, he sure is rough with them. Or rather, he’s greedy with how much he could get away with?
Regardless, his harsh treatment of your pierced tits causes you to yelp out in pain, your back arching beneath him.
“Boothill!!” You cry out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
He lets out an unabashed laugh, cupping a tit in his hand. He gives it a gentle squeeze, and despite how gentle it is, your body still winces.
“Too sensitive?” He hums, his piercing (literally) eyes staring directly into yours. It feels like he’s testing you, but he’s not. He’s just an ass.
Just to spite him, you refuse to answer. Instead, you opt to look off to the side, the hat falling conveniently over your eyes.
“Oh? Got nothin’ t’say?”
He lets go of your breast, the hand pinning yours tightening its grip.
Theres a few, short seconds of silence, followed by shuffling, before you feel a hot slap against your puffy pussy.
“A-ah!!” Your hips buck up involuntarily and you try to wiggle free from his grasp, but he’s more metal than flesh. It's nearly impossible to match or even overpower his strength. No, not near impossible, simply impossible.
“Boothill!!!” You scream out his name, half whining.
“Darn. Y’must want those neighbors of ours to really know my name,” he chuckles out.
Licking his lips, he watches as your pussy spasms around nothing.
“N-no!” You retaliate, kicking your feet against his hips, “I want you to stop being an ass!!”
“An ass?” He asks, condescendingly, “You made me wait how long t’get a taste of my girls?”
“Aeons, it wasn’t like I was askin’ you to die for me!”
“Well, it was pretty darn close to it!”
He takes his hat back from you, adjusting it atop his lush head of hair.
“How exactly am I bein’ such an ass anyway? What? Am I hittin’ you like you don’t like it?”
Without anything to shield your face, you’re forced to look away from him, your face becoming visibly hotter.
“C’mon,” He coos, “‘fess up. How am I bein’ an ass?”
He squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and the rest of his fingers, forcing you to look at him. You’d say he’s trying to be genuine, but with the tightness of his grip and the tone of his voice, you know he’s just trying to get under your skin.
“You’re taking so long to fuck me,” You mutter out, your words slightly muffled with your cheeks being squeezed together, “I’m all bruised up already, s-so stop teasing me...”
You try once more to struggle free beneath him, but it’s useless. The smile on his lips only stretches wider.
“From wantin’ to stall with two showers to beggin’ me t’fuck ya. I have the cutest fudgin’ girlfriend in the whole cosmos. Say that again, baby?”
You groan, sucking your teeth and quickly looking back at him with an angry expression.
“Boothill…” You groan again.
“Please?”
…
How could you say no to that face?
With a flustered expression, you sigh out, “P-Please. Please fuck me, Boothill…”
“Alright, alright,” (she an angel, like a food cake. Got a halo and I’m lookin’ like a double take, stream with me, i can be your E BOY we can mine diamonds ayy i know i’m a bad boy!) he chuckles, letting go of your now red wrists in order to take off his pants, “Anything for my one an’ only.”
He slowly pulls off his thick belt. Teasingly slow.
You swallow in anticipation, carefully watching his skillful hands undo each buckle and loop. Once he removes his belt, he tosses it onto the floor beneath him. He then steadily unzips his fly, dropping his pants down to reveal his hefty, metallic cock. You’re astonished at yourself for being able to take such a thing every time you lay your eyes on it.
Stuck in a trance, you zone out until you feel his cold, silver cock press against your sopping pussy.
You snap back to where you currently are with a shudder, your cheeks hot and your mouth slightly agape to yell at him. But before you can, “I know, I’m bein’ careful.”
He beats you to it.
He presses his thumb against your clit, running tight circles against it as he slides his dick up and down your entrance.
You hear soft mechanical clicks before a pleasant warmth emits from his dick. You let out a sigh, trying to bite back the smile on your lips. His cock produces a thick, lubricant-like fluid, to mix with your juices.
“Y’ready?” His eyes dart up to yours, flashing you a toothy smile.
“M-mmhm.”
He looks back down at your entrance and slowly but surely begins to make his way inside you while continuing the circles on your clit.
You gasp, your breath hitching with each inch that enters you.
“B-Boothill… Mmn…”
You quickly bring your hands up to your mouth in an attempt to conceal your moans, the tears that were pricking at your eyes earlier welling up again.
“Hey. Don’t hide your moans from me. It’s nothing I ain’t.. Nn… n-nothin’ I ain’t heard a million times before…”
Being inside you felt just as good for you as it did for him. So how could he possibly restrain himself from moaning?
You shake your head, keeping your hands tightly attached to your mouth. It’s only when you two are connected to the base of his cock that he decides he’s had enough and forcefully removes your hands from your mouth with both of his hands.
“Hh… hah… Darn, you’re pretty,” he sighs out, a soft rose color dusting his cheeks as he wiggles his hips in an attempt to get deeper inside you.
He keeps your hands pinned on either side of your head, bending down to kiss your cheek before moving down to your poor breasts and placing gentle kisses across them.
You let out hushed whimpers, every movement he does makes your eyes twitch and your fingers and toes curl.
He pulls back, releasing some of the pressure on your wrists as he does. Then, without warning, he slams his robotic length deep inside you. You inhale sharply before letting out a lewd, loud yelp.
Aeons, you feel bad for your neighbors.
“Boothill~!!” You cry.
Your legs kick up, weakly wrapping around his waist with his first thrust. Of course, after taking a long look at your lewd expression, his eyes wander down to your cushy, pierced breasts and he pulls back his hips to slam back into you, all to watch the way your breasts bounce and jiggle beneath him.
“S-Sweet Lan…” He huffs out, “Y’just so good to me…”
He continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming harder and faster as your moans become louder and more shameless. He doesn’t give a damn about who hears either of you, as long as they know you’re his.
As the knot begins to build within you, the hold on your wrists becomes tighter. A mix of pain and pleasure swirling within you.
“M-Mm.. G-Gonna.. c-cum…” you moan out, your heartbeat thumping harder against your ribs.
“Y-Yeah? Pretty little thing gonna.. mng..hh… c-cum on this?”
You quickly nod your head, your moans becoming whinier and louder as his tip repeatedly kisses your cervix.
You clench around him, your back arching as you come undone on his slick length with a long whimper.
“That’s it baby,” he huffs out, his voice wavering, “S-So good…”
As you pulsate around your boyfriend, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the grip on your wrists becoming unbearably tight before he lets go of them to sink his metal fingers (doom) into your hips. Needing to hold onto something, you return the gesture by hooking your arms tightly around his neck and hair, keeping him close to you.
“S-Soo fudgin’ good…” he moans out against you, his dick twitching and hips sputtering against you to release a thick white load of artificial semen deep inside your walls.
After you ride your orgasm out with one another, the two of you sit, stuck in position for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. Once Boothill’s completely relaxed, he lets the weight of his metal body sink into you, causing you to yelp out in pain. Not only is he heavy, but your breasts are still sore!!
He lets out a breathless laugh, apologizing before pushing himself up off of you.
“S-So…” You huff out, “Was the wait worth it?”
“Pfft, y’say that like we’re done,” He huffs, lifting you up while still connected.
With your legs shaking, there’s not much room for resistance.
Your boyfriend sits on the edge of the bed, where you once were, before leaning back against the sheets and looking up at you.
He takes off his hat, placing it on top of your head as you sit atop him.
Your hands glide over the x scarred into his metal abdomen, your eyes meet his.
“Y-You can’t be serious…” You laugh out, legs still jelly from, quite literally, less than a few seconds ago.
“Dead serious, sweetheart.”
With that, he moves his arms up behind his head, thrusting his hips up into you. You’re too weak to even sit on him properly, tumbling forward with a whine at his first thrust.
Your ranger boyfriend laughs, adjusting his hat on you before you sit back up straight.
“C’mon cowgirl. Y’made me wait this long to let me taste these beauties. Like I said, this’s punishment,” His eyes wander down to your chest after mentioning your breasts.
“You’re the ranger! N-Not me!” You huff out.
“Yeah? Well, today the roles up’n switched.
“Besides,” he continues, “bein’ a ranger don’t mean you get t’escape punishment.”
“Babe, you’re a wanted criminal…”
“Yeah?”
“You run away from the IPC all the time…”
“Uhuh…”
“You always escape punishment!!”
“...”
He looks away from you, sucking on his teeth before thrusting up into you again. And once again, you tumble forward, your legs shaking and your voice wavering.
“T-This is cheating. You’re a cheater,” you hiss.
“Yeah, yeah, get to it.”
Letting out a soft groan, you press your hands against his cold stomach to give yourself enough strength to lift your body.
You can only whimper and shake as you lift yourself and sink back down painfully slow on his cock.
It takes you a few bounces, but eventually, you begin picking up speed and regaining strength in your legs to keep going.
“That’s it,” he puffs out, his hands moving from behind his head to cup your bouncing tits, “K-Keep goin’ sweetness…”
Hearing him sigh so blissfully beneath you gives you a power surge that instantaneously rushes to your head, “M-Mmhm…”
Though a power surge it may be, it is a very small one. You give no indication aside from your lustful gaze and slight smirk. Yet, of course, your boyfriend’s too infatuated with your breasts to notice. His fingers flick and pinch your pierced, bitten buds, causing your rhythmic bounces to occasionally jitter and slow down.
“J-Jus’ can’t get enough, c-can you?” You moan out, biting down on your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back your lewd noises.
“N-Nah, can’t.”
He gives your nipples a harder squeeze, forcing you to a full stop on his length.
“Am I distractin’ you?” He teases, meeting your eyes.
You want to speak up to him, but…
Well, no. You do speak up to him. If you’re gonna be on top of him, you may as well have control.
“Yeah… you are,” You say, your hands shaking, “This cowgirl wants you to… um… Keep your hands to yourself…”
You place your hands on top of his metal ones, bringing both down to his sides.
“Oh?” He smiles, his eyes narrowing, “Alright Miss Cowgirl, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
You nod, your hands gliding up his torso, past his chest, and finally resting at his shoulders, “Darn tootin’...” You smile, and he lets out a laugh in response.
You continue to bounce on his cock, a little shocked that your demands went over so smoothly. That is until-
“H-Hh..A-ah!!” You whine, your legs shaking.
“What? I thought you’d need some help,” He teases, thrusting into you once again.
You suck your teeth, pressing your hands harder into his shoulders in an attempt to hold him down, “You’re so…”
He thrusts into you before you’re able to finish your thought, and you fall forward into him.
“You’re cute, baby,” He smiles, his hands finding their way onto your ass to knead it, “Lemme help ya.”
“But I thought you-”
“Can’t help myself.”
His fingers dig into your plump ass, spreading your cheeks apart before planting a harsh slap onto one of them. You arch your back in response, yelping out and sitting up straight.
“I-I get if you wanna bruise up my boobs, fine, but what did my ass do?”
“Nothin’,” he chuckles, “Jus’ wanted ta do that.”
You sigh leaning forward back into him.
“Well,” you begin, “H-Help me out then…”
Oh and that’s all he needed to hear. Within seconds he was thrusting up into you like nothing. You’re sure your neighbors were so joyous to find out there was a part two to your debauchery.
You moaned into his metal neck, soon pressing your nose and lips on his cheek to place hot kisses against his skin.
You’d mutter his name over and over again so deliciously right next to his ear. It was driving him crazy. Your sweet moans were all the motivation he needed to keep fucking up into you.
His cum seeped out of your sopping hole with each thrust, dripping onto the sheets beneath the two of you. But this was something to worry about afterward…
“Oohh Boothill~,” you’d sigh so sweetly against him, and the plapping noise of wet skin against his silver thighs would become louder and lewder as you’d coo. The sharp slaps of his cold metal against your skin would give you just the perfect amount of pain and pleasure. This was sure to leave your ass with hot, red marks after…
As you came close to your climax for a second time, you’d begin to bite his cheek, unable to think of another way to restrain the sweet noises slipping through your lips and tongue. And you knew Boothill absolutely adored when you’d mark him where everyone would see.
“S-Sweetness… G-Gonna cum again…” He sighed out, his arms now wrapping snugly against your waist.
“M-Mhmm…!!” It’s the only thing you were capable of responding with. You were too fucked out to do anything other than make lewd noises or moan his name.
You tightened around his length, your vision becoming blurry and your toes curling as the knot within you released once again.
You had come undone on your boyfriend yet again. Your stringy juices gushing down onto his length and coating him in a thick cascade of your love. Similarly, he releases yet another thick load into you, making your eyes roll upward and your mouth hang open.
You were breathless.
Surely there was no way he wanted to go to a third time?
Surely…
Cuddling, the two of you once again bask in the afterglow of your climax. You felt both numb and overly sensitive simultaneously.
“T-Thank you…” You mumble out against his face, refusing to sit up to look at him.
Huffing and puffing, your boyfriend snickers, hugging you tighter against him, “Why you thankin’ me for? Was it really that good?”
“W-Well, leading up to this you’ve been…”
“Shh.”
You giggle, running your hands through his multicolored hair.
The two of you sit in silence for a moment.
Thank the Aeons he doesn’t wanna go for a third-
“Again.”
“A-Ah!?”
Boothill lets out a cheerful chuckle, releasing some of the pressure from his hug, “‘M jus’ playin’ with ya. I know you’re all sore.”
“Yeah. Unlike you,” you huff, referring to his metal body.
He laughs again running his hand through your hair and closing his eyes.
“Yeah. I could go again. Unlike you.”
You let out a disappointing groan, wiggling your hips on him.
Once again, silence fills the air.
“Need a shower…” you mumble out, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers.
“Yeah.”
“You did save me an extra shower.”
“Mhm.”
Silence…
“Need new sheets,” you continue.
“Yeah.”
“Wonder if room service is available at this time…”
“Mm-Mm.”
Silence……..
“Y’think our neighbors heard us?”
“Yeah.”
“We’re gonna get complaints…”
“Mhm.”
Silence………………
“I love you,” you mumble.
“Love ya too, sweet thing.”