boyd and 2000s aesthetic reader who wears tiny g strings and whenever boyd sees her whale tail he snaps the band
OMG YES, I love you so much jo.
You insisted on bringing Boyd out to go shopping with you at the mall-- of course you knew he wouldn't behave, touching every little thing and trying to randomly grab you when you were doing something. You walked into a piercing shop while looking at the belly button jewelry, bending over a little to get a better look. Boyd stood behind you with his hands shoved in his pockets and that wide stance; you felt his gaze burning into the back of your skull until you felt a small lift of your little g-string band and a snap against your back, making you swiftly turn your head narrowing your eyes at him.
"Did you just?" You swatted his hand away, your face growing flushed as you adjusted your crop top.
"When did you get that one...?" he hummed, grabbing you by your waist, pulling you back, lifting your crop top to see the band again. You squirm and turn around. "We're in public!" He just smiles and pulls your jean band back a bit, peeking into them. "That's cute," he says, patting your ass. "You're going to have to show me that later...without the pants." You roll your eyes, pushing him away.
"yeah in your dreams , you can't keep your hands off for 5 minutes can you?"