Oblivious!Reader who shows up to Price’s annual BBQ with a homemade devil’s food cake, prettied up in one of those milkmaid dresses that accentuates her figure, a soft smile on her lips when she steps down from the kitchen to the patio.
Johnny is eyeing up the cake, practically leaping to her side to get a good ol’ sniff. Simon is nursing a beer, condensation dribbling down his fingers as he raises it, along with his eyebrows, as a sign of greetings to her. She giggles at Johnny’s elbow nudging her side and plops down next to Gaz at the little picnic table. “Hiya, sweetheart.” He flashes those pearly whites, eyes ever so soft and warm as they take in the length of her lashes. A hand finds its way to the small of her back. “Ready to be fattened up?” Price’s voice cuts across the chatter, he lifts up the spatula he’s using to flip the burgers. Grease glistens under the golden hour.
Some of the family friends have brought their kids, and you end up finding yourself handling a chubby little baby. He’s mouthing your shoulder as you giggle, keeping him securely on your hips as you talk with his mother. Gaz is sitting beside where you stand, inhaling the subtle sweetness of your perfume as coos as the baby and reaches out to tickle his titchy foot.
When food finally arrives, you demolish a hotdog, getting a little sauce on the corner of your mouth that Price takes great pleasure in beckoning you over with one of his lengthy, calloused index fingers. “Y’look a right state.” He mumbles, eyes going half lidded as he reaches forward with the pad of his thumb to swipe off the sauce. You thank him so sweetly, a cock of your head, eyes crinkling into crescents as you smile.
Simon has you sit next to him when you return, offering you swigs of his beer. You happily take turns with him swapping the bottle, tipping your head back to swallow as the bottle becomes more than half empty. Unlike the other, Simon doesn’t hide the way his gaze lingers on the bob of your throat.
The 141 who are all collectively just disgusting
Johnny is running circles around you, bonnie thing being so thoughtful bringing a homemade cake , dressing so nicely for them, he wanders if you’d let him take a big glob of that dark, rich icing and slather it over you so he can lick it off, no harm in playing with your food sometimes, eh?
Simon who is unphased by the cool condensation running down his fingers and forearm, but on god he wishes it was your slick instead. He watches the way your throat bobs when you throw back a swig of his beer. He can’t help but wonder how that pretty throat would take something a little more… solid
Gaz who is so wickedly deceptive that you don’t so much as flinch at the pet names. But you are his sweetheart, right? And he just loves feeling the warmth of your skin under that thin, flimsy dress fabric. Do you realise how easy it would be for him to just tear it off. And oh, look at you with a little one sitting so sweetly on your hip. Would you like one of your own? He’s sure he can help with it.
Price who set this whole thing up just to watch you walk through the door practically playing the part of wifey. He loves how standing at the grill gives him the perfect view of you giggling at Johnny, drinking with Simon completely unknowing to the way he stares at you, getting cozy with Gaz and the little one… Oh, how he loves how obediently you traipse over to him when he beckons you, how your soft lips pillow under his touch when he wipes them clean for you. He gets the perfect view as host.
Gross icky 141 who spend the entire night feeding you, carefully flirting with you as to not cross a line, all until it’s just you and them. Everyone else has suddenly disappeared.
“Just stay the night, dovie.”
“It’s alright, bonnie, we can keep you company, eh?”
“You won’t mind if it’s a bit crowded will you?”
“C’mere, honey, if you aren’t tired yet, I’m sure we can think of something to do.”
