hi can you please write me a smut where someone gets called loose woman thank you xoxo gossip girl
Hilary sat in her favorite armchair, lips pursed, when Bill entered the sitting room. Her heartbeat quickened in expectation of his displeasure - she knew he had to have found the hints she left. Had to have realized what she’d done.
“Revenge cheating is below you, Hill.”
“But you knew it was coming, didn’t you?”
This was their game, the game they had become so addicted to in their youth that it had cost them the White House. The game they played even now, in a twisted perversion of what it once was. The foundation of their relationship had once been competition, but now, it was revenge, pure and simple.
“I did. You’ve always been a loose woman. My loose woman.”
Hilary shuddered at the pet name, one of Bill’s favorites.
Bill stalked toward her chair, a predator even now, in his advanced age.
“Was he good?” Bill whispered as he leaned down, lips brushing the curve of Hilary’s ear.
“Yes,” Hilary breathed, trying and failing to hide the evidence of his effect on her.
“As good as me?” Bill asked, and a hand settled on his wife’s inner thigh, just tight enough to serve as a warning.
“Better,” Hilary said, knowing the line she walked.
Bill chuckled. “Now now, Hill. We both know that’s not true.”
As if to prove the honesty of his words, the hand not resting on Hilary’s thigh came up to rest gently on the swell of her breast, a touch meant to tease. Hilary’s breath caught. He was right, of course - no one knew her body like he did. His enormous cock was just an added bonus. That didn’t mean she was going to stroke his ego, the only part of him larger than his meat.
Without warning, Bill’s hand moved, tightening around Hilary’s throat before she could so much as gasp.
“You shouldn’t lie to me, you know,” he said, voice silky smooth and carrying dangerous promises. “It’s not becoming of a former First Lady.”
Hilary hummed, ready to play this game. She was always ready.
“It’s not becoming of a President of the United States to get his cock sucked in the White House.”
Bill smiled, a cruel, twisted thing. Suddenly, he straightened, removing his hands from his wife’s body. Hilary fought the urge to protest.
Rather than address her statement, he simply said, “only good girls get rewarded,” before striding from the room and closing the door behind him with a soft click. Hilary exhaled raggedly, but butterflies flitted about in her stomach, butterflies with razor-sharp sings, slicing her open from the inside even as they excited her.
The moment might be over, but the game wasn’t.
The game was never over.