if you’re still looking for sinners requests, i’ve got one! the reader could be a romantic partner or a good friend, and the scenario could be like. the character somehow surviving the night, but you can tell something about them has changed permanently.
like they could be missing an eye, or they’re always hearing some voice in the back of their head that torments them about that night and never goes away, or their personality has become completed dull and lifeless. just like, the horrifying aftermath, and the scenario is the reader comforting the respective character
and if you do specific ones, could i request smoke, stack, annie, bo, and grace specifically? sorry this is really long and ramble-y 💀 i hope it makes sense
summary: after your run in with bo at the juke, the two of you continued to see each other. your relationship growing closer with each time you spent together. missing your presence - bo decided to pay you a visit on your family farm...
word count: 9k
warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex (bo went crazy ngl lmao), fluff, establish relationship, slight mentions of race, slight insecurity undertones, mentions of smoking
author's note: here's part two of my bo fic and i must say, i did enjoy writing this, i wanted to flex my writing muscle - and i feel like it did hahaa! omg, that ya'll for reading my stuff and for the support, i appreciate ya'll dearly! much love <3
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"I don't get too intimate. Why would I let you in? But I think again..."
The summer rays beat down on your body heavy as you rolled your tense shoulders, the thick heat blanketing over the farmland that your family owned. With a old and dirty straw hat that shielded your eyes from the sun, your nimble fingers aligned the nail into the wooden plank.
And you hammered.
The loud echo of iron hitting rusty nail reverberated through your body with each strike of the hammer you made, and once the nail disappeared into the thick wood you used the rest of your strength to yank at the plank - to make sure it wouldn't budge from the harsh weather. Dirt, mud, and chicken feathers clung onto your overalls and sun-kissed face as if it were a second skin. Your job for the day was to expand the chickencoop by the end of the afternoon; as more roosters were swiftly on their way to your farm.
Sweat damped the back of your neck and forehead, making the natural yet short soft curls tighten underneath your straw hat. This heat was siphoning your energy with each movement you made and it didn't help that you would sometimes get weak in the knees when your mind you drift towards your lover.
Bo Chow.
Memories of him always crept in with every strike of your hammer, every intense stroke of your saw cutting wooden boards, and every twist you made with your rusty screwdriver. After that night in the juke - your relationship with the man blossomed like a sunflower under the Mississippi heat. Every time you would drive into town your heart would flutter in anticipation to see him, to feel his hands on your body, and to kiss him.
He wasn't embarrassed to kiss you in public.
At first you had your reservations about it; stating that people would stare and whisper. Especially with the masculine getup you'd often wear, but Bo being Bo he shrugged his shoulders as those honey coated words fell from his lips, twisting in melody with his southern twang.
"Let them stare, I don't care what they whisper about us."
He was the best boyfriend you've had thus far, he was kind and gentle, and he never pressured you into doing anything you weren't comfortable with. But he also held your hand; guiding you out of your comfort zone when you needed it the most - showing the true desires that burned within your heart - the feelings that you thought you didn't deserve to feel. On Sundays Bo's general store would close early, at six instead of nine, and those days were your days.
You would sit on the wooden stool that was just beside the backdoor that lead upstairs - towards Bo's living quarters. The sound of him locking the door always made you smile ear to ear, that meant that it was now just the two of you. Bo would reassure that he didn't need any help closing, but you'd lend a hand anyway, with two people cleaning up that meant being in each other's arms would come sooner. Once done closing down the shop he would lead you upstairs, hand in hand, and the familiar tingle would nip at your loins.
Bo's hands would gently unbutton your overalls while your fingers would race over his arms and shoulders. After losing your virginity to him, the two of you couldn't keep your hands off of each other. He would help you explore your body while his guided hands would show you just the right touch to make him turn into moaning mess. You learned what your likes and dislikes are in the bedroom; Bo encourage you to speak your mind about it, reassuring you that it was important for him to know how to 'please his woman'.
After a few days of staying in town a little later than the usual and the unexplained pep in your step, your father quickly rushed you with questions on your whereabouts, at first you feigned ignorance but that didn't work of course.
You were a bad liar.
So you spilled about the time you spent with Bo, leaving out the intimate details, obviously. You told him that he was a kind man, that he treated you good, and that he had gumption most men around these parts lacked. And when those hurried words that ran from your mouth like water from a faucet slowed; he asked you to invite Bo over for dinner, to see for himself who this man truly was.
You could still feel the intense pressure of their eyes glued onto you and Bo as you introduced him to your family. Your two older brothers sizing him up as he helped you carry the bowl of mashed potatoes towards the large wooden dining table, but under their intense gaze Bo didn't crack, he kept his clam and charismatic persona in tact even with all of the invasive questions thrown at him.
Your family quickly learned that Bo was clever - extremely so. He had a plan, the kind that would pull the family farm out of shambles that the Great Depression and Segregation had driven it into. Some people were not fond at the idea of buying natural farm raised anything from a once sharecropper and his family, but Bo offered to resell your family chicken, beef, milk and eggs within his shop. He also added the fact that he knew the SmokeStack twins and that they'd needed supplies for their juke too.
He was offering your family a lifeline.
But the idea of the unknown worried your father, he was comfortable with reselling his goods to other local farms that he worked with over the years, but those farms were going under as well. He had no choice but to hear out Bo, so he did. You could see the glimmer of interest and hope within your father's eyes as Bo laid out the numbers between bites of greens, his strong hand resting on your thigh underneath the table, he was nervous but only you knew that.
Your bothers chimed in with sharp doubts, but you could tell that they were interested too, they didn't run Bo off like they'd normally do to smooth talkers who tried to convince the family to do business with them, and that was remarkable to you. The way he swatted away their doubts with ease and filled their minds with the potential of making a steady income made you stare at Bo with awe.
After the dinner you and Bo would walk the perimeter of the farm, your knuckles brushing against his as tender words exchanged between the two of you. He told you that he wanted to build something lasting, not just for now, but for the future. Something that would benefit the multiple generations that would come after the two of you - together. You paused your steps at his words which cause him to stop in his tracks too.
"What do you mean by that, Bo?" You asked.
He shrugged his shoulders, his hands deep within his pockets and replied: "Nothin', just thinkin' out loud is all."
Pulling yourself out of the sweet memories you wiped your dirty saw dust covered hands onto your overalls and took a step back to admire your work. You were finally done expanding the chickencoop, and with a huff you began to clean up after yourself. Carrying the extra planks and tools into the nearby shed were they would stay until the next project.
The sound of dirt cracking underneath wheels grabbed your attention and with steady steps you exited the shed, only to be met with a blue car and your lover within the driver seat. A smile tugged at your sweat-slicked face as your irises scanned his movements, watching him as he slipped out of the car, and slamming the door shut with a lazy motion.
"Hey, baby." Bo smiled as he strut towards you with open arms, you quickly ran towards him, closing the distance as your face pressed against the crook of his neck. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders while he rested his strong yet comforting hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him.
He smelled like cedar wood, peppermint, and a undertone of tobacco. The vibrations of his laughter racked through your body and the both of you swayed back and forth within each others arms. Pulling away first, you planted a quick peck on his lips that he gladly accepted.
"What're you doin' here? Ain't you suppose to see my Pa tomorrow?" You asked as your hands ran across his chest, feeling his toned body underneath his clothes. You bit your lip and giggled as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, knocking the straw hat that you wore off of your head by accident.
"What? Is it a crime to pay a visit to my beautiful lady?" He shot back which made you shake your head, a wide and giddy smile clung onto your lips like the thick summer heat that engulfed your body.
"I miss you, that's why I'm here...Recently it feels like I'm only here to talk business, I rarely get to be around you now." Bo whispered, his eyes softening with each word he spoked. You looked away from him, but his fingers caught your chin and guided your face towards his.
"I miss you too..." You muttered back as your lips ghosted over his, but before he could kiss you - your hands that were rested on his chest playful pushed him away. "But I'm not bothered by you comin' out here to do business, you're helpin' my family, and I know once we get our footin' we'll have time for each other again."
You picked up the straw hat that fell onto the dirt pathway, tossing the hat on a shelf within the shed. Your short hair was now free as your fingers picked through the curls, the natural coils snapping back into place with each tug of your fingers. It was Bo's turn to watch you now as he placed his thumb with the belt loop of his pants, his smile never fading.
"What?" You chuckled out, but the man just shrugged and shook his head, his brown eyes filled with adoration, he was starting to grow more attached to you by the minute. You haven't exchanged a 'I love you' yet between the two of you, the closet thing that would be said was along the lines of: 'I'm fond of you' or 'I care about you'. But never 'I love you' but Bo couldn't deny the feelings he felt when he was around you, when he would think about you during those long days within the general store.
He loved you.
He wanted to tell you that right here, right now. But he stopped himself, afraid that he'd scare you off - afraid that you weren't ready yet. He'd understand, of course. But understanding wouldn't negate the sting he would feel if you didn't reciprocate those feelings, so he settled on dancing around that 'love' word as long as he can.
"You done workin', Ms. busy body?" He asked.
"Yup." You replied as you closed the shed doors shut, locking the heavy doors with a turn of a key.
"So what're you gonna do now? Just swelter away in this heat or--"
"You just don't give up, do you?"
"Nope, but you already know that, girl."
You bit your lip as your foot kicked the patch of grass that nestled within the dirt road, your eyes flicked over towards the distance behind Bo, as if you were decided something within your mind. When you settled on your answer the corner of your lips tugged into a grin, sticking your thumbs under the thick straps of your overalls you blurted out: "Follow me."
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Bo followed you with his hand grasp into yours, cutting through tall grass and tangled shrubbery until boots met with a dusty trial that lead towards a canopy of willow trees and red oaks, the thick leaves of the trees shielded the two of you from the harsh summer sun. Sliver of golden rays slipped past the greenery as it casted light through the dimly lit woods.
Silence fell over the both of you like a blanket, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was calming - welcoming. Your eyes would flick between him and the small dirt trial, smiling as his eyes would gaze at the small wildlife that would rummage through the bushes and wildflower beds.
"My Pa said he's got some ideas that're worth considering, if you'd lend a ear to hear 'em out," you mumbled as your foot kicked a rock away from the path. "He ain't the type to be so gung-ho about this kinda thing...You've got a silver tongue on you, that's for sure."
"I do got a way with words, don't I? How'd you think I got you?" He gloated which earned a playful slap on the arm from you.
"Don't get all cocky now, boy. If the twins go back on their word then my brother's will turn on you quicker than flies on pig shit." You jested as you both stepped side by side.
Bo smiled at that.
The once shy girl who stumbled into his store that could barely get a sentence out was now cracking jokes with him. It made him feel good to know that you're growing comfortable enough to show your personality - you were witty.
"Eh, I'll take my chances." Bo replied as he pulled a cigarette from the paper box and placing it between his plump lips. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you watched him lit the cigarette, the low ember glow of the fire igniting the tip casted a dull orange shadow across his handsome features. Pulling the cigarette away from his lips a cloud of hazy smoke plumed in front of him and the smell of tobacco hit your nose.
You weren't bothered that Bo was a smoker, your father was one too, so you were use to the strong smell. But you never tried a cigarette personally, much to Bo's pleasure. You remember one night after making love to him, Bo lit a cigarette as the both of your naked bodies laid flushed against each other within the soft bedsheets. Your head rested on his chest as you watched and you asked him if you could try it. The look on his face shocked you, Bo looked as if you'd grown three heads then.
He quickly denied your request, stating that smoking was a nasty and expensive habit. And with that pretty smile you had there was no way he'd encourage you to smoke in fear of ruining your teeth. He asked you if you wanted him to stop smoking around you, which you told him that you didn't mind. But to quell your curiosity Bo took a long drag from the cigarette, holding the smoke within his mouth and held a soft grip onto your jaw, puckering your lips.
With his lips lightly pressed onto yours - he blew the heavy smoke into your mouth - which quickly made you cough. It was different than tasting it on his lips after Bo finished a cigarette, the taste was stronger and the smoked harshly bit at your lungs and throat.
Needless to say after that day you didn't ask to try another cigarette again.
The trail that the two of you followed sloped downward and the thick summer air grew cooler with each step you took. With a hop over a gnarled root that separated dirt and sand the trees that once shielded you from the golden sun opened up, brown eyes were met with the simmering reflection of the sun that danced across the crystal clear water.
A lake.
A sharp whistle left Bo's lips as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it between his pointer and middle finger. He watched as dragonflies hovered over the blue water, how the lily pads clumped together at the edge of the lake, and how the sand clung onto shiny small geodes with each ripple of the water.
This place was beautiful.
"How'd you find the place?" Bo asked as he finished his cigarette, normally he'd flick the butt of it on the ground without a second thought, but the sight of this place made him open up the paper box and place it inside next to the rest of unsmoked cigarettes.
You turned on your heel to look at him, your over worked hands rested on your hips as you spoke.
"When I was thirteen I got into an argument with my brother, he kept pickin' on me after I lost a game of football - so I thought I could take him in a fight," you shrugged your shoulders as you watch Bo walk towards the edge of the water. "That wasn't the case, though. He was sixteen at the time and before I could even think about landing a punch on him he pushed me to the ground and knocked the wind right outta me. I cried and told him I hated him, and I ran as far away as I could. Then I stumbled here...My sanctuary."
"Feels like it..." Bo said as he glanced at you, watching you kick your mud covered boots off. You paused your movements, feeling his tender gaze that rested on your frame.
"The water is cold enough to cool you down from this heat." You explained.
"Oh, I see what this is...You tryna get me naked, y'know there's easier ways to do that, girl." Bo laughed which made you roll your eyes in playful annoyance. Sliding your socks off and stuffing them into your boots you giggled along with him.
"I just told you a heart-tuggin' story and all you can think about is me making a move on you," you paused as you tried to stifle your giggles. "I mean - you're right! But still, you don't have to call it out, Bo."
"But that's what you like about me, why would I stop statin' the obvious?" He replied as he kicked his shoes off too. Your hands unbuttoned the straps that held your overalls in place, making the heavy denim drop onto the sand. Bo's hands swiftly undone his button up shirt, slipping off the fabric along with the undershirt that rested on his lean yet muscular body, his pale olive chest was now under your needy gaze as his hands reached for his belt buckle.
"Hey, let me, I love doin' this part." You mumbled as your nimble fingers reached for his belt, which made Bo hold up his hands in a display of playful obedience, his brown eyes watching your hands unbuckle the belt that held his pants in place. Once the belt was undone, Bo kicked the pants off of his legs, now he stood in front of you with just his boxers on. You still wore the oversized shirt that stopped just above your midthigh, shielding your underwear from Bo's intense gaze.
"Now that ain't fair, honey. How come I'm almost stark naked and you got that shirt on?" Bo laughed as he tugged you closer towards him by the loose fitting fabric that draped over your body, he placed tender kisses onto your lips as you offered up an answer for him in between those fevered kisses.
"Well since you made such a convincing argument; I'll take it off, but I'm keeping my delicates on."
"Like I ain't seen you naked before - but okay, I'm keeping my boxers on too." Bo chuckled as his dark chestnut colored eyes grazed over your body, watching you remove the cotton shirt from your frame, pulling the fabric over your head and tossing it on the moss covered log. You were in your bra and panties yet the thin fabrics left nothing to the imagination as your nipples poked through your bra; Bo couldn't help but to stare at your half nude frame in awe.
With bare legs slowly sauntered into the freezing water and you let out a loud yelp, the sensation of freezing water nipping at your warm body. Even when it's the middle of summer this lake was always ice cold and goosebumps dotted across your bronzed skin.
You turn to face Bo who watched you from the edge of the water, he was lost in thought, and you noticed that his attention would slip into his mind the more you spent time with him. With a playful flick of your wrist, you splashed the lake water at Bo, making him jump as a mischievous smile lingered onto your lips.
"You can come in, y'know - the water's fine, I promise ain't no gators around these parts! Maybe..."
"Ha, you really are somethin' else, girl."
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The twinkle of fireflies danced within the thick evening air and the once bright sun crept slowly behind the trees; painting the scenery in hues of blues. Birds that were hidden within the tall willow trees hushed their songs - only for their soothing melodies to be replaced with the loud hums of cicadas and the rustling of leaves from the wind. You and Bo swam for hours, but it didn't feel like it, you were shocked when he told you the time after checking his pocket watch.
You stood behind him as your hands rubbed his back while your fingers pressed into the small water droplets that clung onto his skin. He was slightly shivering from the cold lake water, the feeling of the cool breeze race against his body, and he clinched his jaw in an attempt to fight against his shivering. With gentle arms you held onto him, trying your best to trap as much body heat between the two of you.
"My god, baby. You're shakin'! You need some more meat on your bones." You giggled out, pressing your cheek against his shoulder.
"You makin' fun of me, girl?" Bo laughed as he shook the water out of damp jet black hair. You squealed at the sudden feeling of cold water droplets flicking onto your skin, pulling away from Bo he quickly turned on his heel, grabbing your body back into his soaking embrace. He landed sloppy yet tender kisses on your cheek and neck, earning laughter from you under his touch.
The feeling of your giddy laughter against his bare chest sent him into a spiral. Your smile, your touch, your warmth.
You.
Everything about you made Bo feel as if he was home - as if he finally found the one thing in his life that he didn't realize was missing. And every time you two would separate from each other he would count down the seconds to see you again, to hear your voice, and to hold you within his arms.
His dark brown eyes peered into yours, smiling at the sight of your beautiful features, water from the lake clung within your long eyelashes and the short coils that framed your face. Underneath the sapphire colored evening your brown skin held onto the blue hues - as if you were blue yourself. And without thinking he blurted out: "I love you."
Your smile that rested on your face twitched downwards and you flinched back a bit at his words. Your arms were still wrapped around him but Bo could tell you were growing distant - he feared that this would happen.
"W-What...?" You whispered out in confusion, tilting your head to the side as you scanned Bo's face in hopes to understand what he meant by that. Love? He said he loves you, and hearing those words roll off of his tongue made you feel good - no it made you feel whole. Yet half of you denied that feeling. Surly he didn't mean it, right?
The sound of thunder cut into the tense silence that fell over the two of you, pulling away from Bo you reached for your overalls that rested onto the moss covered log. Stepping over jagged rocks you began to dress yourself - your back facing Bo in an attempt to avoid his eyes staring into you.
"I love you, darlin'. Please say somethin'..." Bo said as desperation hung on each and every word that he spoke, his eyes followed your sporadic movements, but he kept his distance. He knew that you weren't the best at communicating your thoughts and desires; so he acquiesced to your unspoken rule of not going 'too deep' into uncomfortable subjects like this. It took a lot of coaxing to even talk about sex with you openly. But Bo was also suppressing his true feelings about you, it was agonizing biting his tongue around you - he needed to let you know just how much you meant to him.
"You don't mean that." You replied as you turned to face him, your overalls hanging off of your hips, the straps were unbutton, so you wore them like pants. The hem of your panties peeked through the top of the denim, the soft fabric clashing with the dirt covered overalls. Your arms rested at your side and your face twisted with hurt, as if Bo said a cruel joke to you.
"I do, I mean it. I'm in love with you. And I-I'm down on my hands and knees beggin', baby...Beggin' you to just open up to me, just a little--"
"Bo, please!" You shouted, cutting him off. The whispers from the leaves rustling in the breeze echoed within your scattered mind as a tight lump formed in your throat. With a shallow breath of air, you continue to speak.
"Look at me, Bo...I'm not the kind of person people fall in love with, I'm just not built for that."
Bo spat out a curse in his native tongue as he began to dress himself too and he shook his head in disapproval at the unnecessary criticism you gave yourself. He couldn't believe his ears - he couldn't believe what you were saying.
"Why not?" Bo curtly asked and the loud clap of thunder rang through the hazy evening air, it would rain any minute now. You shrugged your shoulders at his question which earn you a bitter laugh from the man.
"Y-You should be with someone who ain't scared all the time, Someone who knows how to do this..." You stated, as Bo's eyes gazed into yours, taking in every single word that fell from your lips as you spoke.
"I-I don't don't know how to be what you need, Bo. I f-figured you'd realize that and move on - find a woman who is meant to be with you...Someone who isn't me." You rushed out and your once confident person deteriorated. You slowly reverted back into that shy woman that Bo met months ago.
"What do you think this is? Tell me. So, you think I only love you because you're some kind of fantasy, that what we shared is just some phase for me, or somethin'?" Bo's words were stern but they didn't lack the love he felt for you, it just pained him something awful hearing you swatting away his confession not because you didn't feel the same way.
But because you thought you didn't deserve it...
"I don't...I don't know." You choked out as your arms hugged yourself, making the wet bra strap that clung onto your skin slip off of your shoulder. For the first time in your relationship the pause of silence that you both shared was uncomfortable - agonizingly so. With a sigh Bo walked towards you, shortening the distance between both of your freezing bodies. Tiny raindrops fell from the swollen clouds that loomed overhead, the warm summer rain washed off the cold lake water that clung onto your skin.
"C'mere." Bo whispered as he opened his arms out to you; and you gladly entered his embrace. Your cheeks tingled with embarrassment and fear at the idea of scaring Bo away. You were never use to being treated with so much care - with so much kindness - and it overwhelmed you. You loved Bo, oh, God did you love him. You didn't want this connection to be severed by your own mistakes, so you thought keeping your distance would make him stay longer.
But keeping your feelings to yourself was a form of self-sabotage.
Your cheek rest against Bo's lean chest and you could hear just how fast his heart was racing, you weren't the only one who was nervous about losing this connection that you both shared. The once soft drizzle of rain began to beat down onto you and Bo harder, yet you stayed in his arms as his carful hands stroked your hair.
"You think I don't see you, girl? I see everything about you. The way you pick at your fingers before speakin', how you laugh when you're nervous, damn girl - even the way you fight back tears 'cause you think they'd make you look weak," he paused as his embrace tighten around your frame as the sting of tears blurred your vision. "They don't make you weak, you're brave - the bravest person I know and the world just don't get it. Yet you keep fightin', movin' along bein' yourself as the world casts you aside."
"Bo..."
"You're beautiful and I think about you all the time, you always show up in my mind from the moment I wake up to the second I fall asleep...I ain't felt this way in a long time, not like this. Girl, you really got a hold on me, so don't tell me that I don't love you." Bo finished as his fingers gingerly held onto your damp bra strap that hung off of your shoulder, placing the thin fabric over your collar bone.
The rain muffled out the sound of your racing heart beat that echoed through your head, your mouth slightly agape at Bo's confession. The feeling of being seen and understood was all you wanted - and he gave that to you without hesitation. Calloused hands cupped your face and a supportive thumb traced over your cheek, the feeling of love overcame you, and for the very first time in your life you let your guard down.
You let him in...
"I love you too."
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Hot summer rain beat down on you and Bo as thick raindrops slipped pass the canopy of leaves that hung above the two of you. With heavy footsteps your fingers interlocked tightly with his, both of you stumbling through the hazy fog. Stepping over gnarled vines, slick wet stones, and mud filled potholes that clung to the soles of your shoes - you both finally reached the edge of the woods. A loud crack of thunder made you jump within Bo's embrace, a breathless chuckle falling from his lips at your action.
Muffled sounds of wet shoes stomping onto the weather worn porch grounded you and the awning shield you and Bo from the heavy rain. A soft cast of ember light slipped pass the curtains that hung over the windows, your father was still downstairs - much to your dismay. Your calloused hands reached for the iron doorknob, twisting it gingerly in an vain attempt to not draw attention towards your presence of entering the house.
Your face twisted in slight annoyance at the sharp creak that the door made. With a tilt of your head you signaled Bo to follow you close by, the soft dripping sounds from your soaked close melted into the ticking of the grandfather clock that shielded your body from the living room your father resided in. Tiptoeing through the hallway you and Bo finally reached the white narrow staircase - the wave of anxiety slowly melted off of your body until a familiar raspy voice cut through the silence like a sharpen knife.
"That you, girl?" Your father blurted out, not bothering getting up from his seat. You and Bo froze in place as his eyes flicked towards you in worry. Your father was well aware of your relationship with Bo; but sneaking him in your bedroom without a ring on your finger is...Indecent to say the least. Your father was old fashion and if he saw how Bo clung onto you right now - he would probably have a heart attack.
Placing a finger over your lips, you signaled to Bo to keep quiet and you spoke: "Yea', Pa! It's me...Got caught in the rain is all, finna head to my room now."
Bo's face was pressed onto your wet shoulder as he tried to muffle the soft laugher that fell from his lips. You rolled your eyes and slightly elbowed him, which only earned you a playful squeeze on your sides, and his skillful hands slip under your soaked denim overalls. His hands cupped your breast through your bra - you didn't bother putting your shirt back on - you only wore the oversized denim as the wet fabric of your shirt hung lazily within your hand.
A low grunt of acceptance from your father made you race up the stairs with lightning speed, your fingers interlocking with Bo's again, and you lead him to your bedroom - locking the door as soon as he entered behind you.
"Uh, uh. Didn't know you was sneaky." Bo teased.
"Keep your voice down; these walls are paper thin..." You muttered.
"Tch, that's gon' be a challenge then. Y'know you loud in bed, baby." Bo beamed out as his handsome face melted into a mischievous yet playful expression. You gasp at his words and shook your head in disapproval as your hands slipped off the rain soaked overalls.
"Only reason I'm loud is 'cause you fuck me too good." You replied as Bo's once cocky demeanor shattered into shock. His eyes widen like saucers at your words, he was the one who would do all the dirty talking in bed, and you would hide your face in embarrassment with each word he spoke. But now something within you changed - as if a fire within your core was ignited - and Bo was ready to stoke that flame. Before he could whistle out praises you spoke again.
"Take those wet close off, hang 'em on that radiator, I'll make sure they get washed by the time you leave."
"Yes, ma'am." Bo sighed out as he followed your instructions. He tossed his damp vest over the heated metal, his hands quickly slipped off his grey pants, and lastly he removed his soaked white button up. He was only in his boxers now as his brown irises flicked towards your hunched frame that nestled within your closet, with a sigh of victory you pushed yourself on your feet, and soft towels rested within your arms as you faced Bo again.
"Them boxers too." You stated, as you tossed the towels onto the bed, only one was still in your tight grasp. A shiver ran up Bo's spine at your commanding words, his member stiffening within his underwear, straining against the damp fabric. He didn't tut out a comeback like he'd normally does, he just listened to your requestion without hesitation, tucking his thumbs under the tight waistband as he slide the fabric off of his toned body.
Bo stood naked in the middle of your room, the cool air within your home sent a wave of goosebumps on his skin, not to mention that your newfound confidence made him shiver with excitement and anticipation. You walked over to your lover, closing the unbearable distance as your placed your hand over his defined chest, your other hand drying him off with the soft cotton towel. Praises in Mandarin escaped Bo's lips as he melted under your touch, his hands holding onto your waist as he lulled his head back, the towel now catching the rain that clung onto his neck.
You placed a tender kiss on the crook of his neck as words in his native language rolled off of his tongue, Bo taught you phrases here and there to the point were you could understand some of the words he spoke, but the language was still foreign to you. Yet you understood him in this exact moment despite the language barrier, he was showering you in nothing but adoration and reverence.
He needed to be closer to you.
You moved the half damp towel down his pale olive skin, your fingers tracing the dips and valleys of his muscles as you dried him off, your hands stopping just above his jet black happy trail. Tense eyes stared back into yours as you softly spoke, your lips ghosting over his open mouth, it was as if he was trying to taste your sweet words.
"You said I got a hold on you, huh?" You whispered as your hands wrapped around his thick shaft, you began pumping his dick within your hand, making the man moan onto your shoulder. His hips bucked into your movements as you continued to jerk him, precum creating a natural lubricate, yet it wasn't wet enough for your liking. Pulling your hand away for split second you licked your fingers, slicking your digits with saliva. Bo watched on in awe as you wrapped your hand around him again. "You ain't lyin, well - your body ain't lyin, at least."
Bo was hard, probably the hardest he'd been in his life. He couldn't believe that the same woman who couldn't even maintain eye contact when they first met was touching him like this, turning him into puddy in her hands. Your lips wrapped around his neck as you began to kiss at his skin, the thumping of his pulse raced against your mouth, you were determined to leave a hickey behind as you sucked between bites.
Bo was the one who taught you how to make one, of course.
"Fuck, baby." He choked out as his eyes rolled back from the pleasurable sensation of your hand pumping him and your tongue soothing the bites you left on his neck. With a low wet pop your mouth stopped sucking at his skin - a purple and redish bruise bloomed across his olive skin - an you smiled into the kiss you planted on his needy lips. Your tongues danced in unison with each other and the feeling of his cock twitching within your hand earned a muffled moan from you.
But you quickly pulled away.
Bo hissed out a plea in Mandarin which made you place a finger over your lips, reminding him to keep quiet. Your fingers interlocked with his as you lead him towards your plush bed, his dark brown irises not daring to break away from your swaying hips with each step you made. Reaching for the other towels that rested on the warm sheets of your bed, you tossed the damp towel onto the ground, replacing a dry one within your fingers seconds later.
Playfully you tossed the towel over his head, resting it on his wet jet black hair that clung onto his skin, and he chuckled at your action. Taking your hint he began to dry his hair - yet the unbearable feeling of needing to be touched again raced through his entire being - you slowly slipped off your panties. The damp cotton hitting the ground with a soft thud.
His dark eyes trailed over your nude lower half as he bit his lip, the sight of your pussy made Bo's already stiffened cock jump with anticipation, a small whine escaping his mouth, the sound of his groan dripped with nothing but need. Noticing this with a laugh you sank onto the floor, resting your weight on your knees your hazy and lust filled eyes looked up at him.
Placing a feather soft kiss on the flush tip of his cock, filling your open mouth with him. Squeezing your bare thighs together to ease the ache of arousal that nipped at your core, your eyes shut tightly as the familiar yet comforting taste of Bo filled your mouth with each inch you took of him. Bo's body twitched above you as the muscles within his abdomen flexed from your tongue dragging against the thick vein that adorn his thick member, lulling his head back he placed the towel that was used to dry his hair over his mouth, muffling the moans that fell from his lips.
Nimble fingers moved up and down from the base of his cock to your mouth, you were still a novice when it came to oral, but this was going better than last time. You could barely fit him in your mouth without gagging previously, he was big and you still had some challenge, but that didn't stop you from trying. In fact it only made you want to push yourself even more - to see just how much you could fit his dick in your mouth.
"Mhm..." Bo voice groaned through the towel that shielded his mouth, he thought keeping quiet wouldn't be this difficult - but the way your tongue swirled around the tip of his member had him reconsidering his ability to do so. His calloused hand massaged your scalp, thick fingers latching onto the wet coils within your hair as his eyes rolled back the deeper you took him in your mouth, you hummed under his touch and the vibrations from you moaning around him sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
Looking down his chestnut colored eyes peered deeply into yours, which only egged you on to pump him faster with your hand, your tongue still swirling circles around him as you hollowed out your cheeks with each suck. Your long lashes blinking with each inch you took into your mouth, the taste of precum dancing on your tongue deliciously, and small tears of pushing your self well pass your limit clung onto the corners of your eyes. With a gag you pulled your swollen mouth off of him, the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip with the tip of his cock snapped with your sudden movements, yet your hands still pumped him as he rocked his hips under your touch.
The slick wet sound of you jerking him off echoed softly through your room, the cracking of thunder and the rain beating against your window muffled the raunchy sound just enough for prying ears not to hear, but you and Bo could hear it - both of you soaking up the sound as if it was music.
"Does that feel good, baby?" You whispered against his dick that rested on your lips, your hand still pumping him, and your tongue playfully flicked over the base of his tip.
You eyes still locked with his.
"Yes, my love. Fuck - I needa have you." Bo begged as he reached for you, pulling you up on your feet by your arms, and he planted a fevered kiss onto your open mouth. Your teeth bumped into his as he desperately clawed at the clasp of your bra, taking off the soaked fabric until your fully nude, just like him. Your skin was slightly wet from the rain, but Bo could care less - he needed you in this exact moment and he couldn't wait to have you. Grabbing the plush skin of your ass he placed you onto the bed, not breaking the kiss until you laid on your forearms.
Bo lips trailed down your body as his strong hand cupped your breast, kneading the soft skin as his fingers rolled your sensitive nipple between calloused fingers. You bit your lip in an attempt to stop your moans from slipping out as his head dipped between your thighs, his lips ghosting over your dripping core, and Bo placed both of your legs over his shoulders as he kneeled in front of you.
"I've been waitin' for this all day." He mumbled to himself, but those words made you gasp out a shallow breath that you didn't know you were holding, it felt good being desired so greatly. For a man to be on his knees between your legs - looking up at you as if you were a work of art - a holy entity that needed to be worshipped.
Bo placed a tender kiss on your inner thigh before dipping his head lower, and with a gentle lick he ran his tongue agonizingly slow across your soaked pussy. He was savoring the taste of you as if it was a delicacy, his warm tongue stopped at your clit, flattening the muscle over your sensitive bud until he repeated his movements.
You arched your back under his touch as your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, his soft tresses tangling around your nimble fingers. Your relax legs hung lazily over his broad shoulders as his mouth wrapped around your clit, his fingers slowly entering you as you rocked your hips against his face.
"Oh, my--Bo..." You moaned against the palm of your hand as Bo skilled mouth and tongue worked over your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit with each long swipe of his tongue against your core. The pleasurable sensation made your cheeks tingle and your face twist with pure ecstasy as Bo gently pushed his ring and middle finger inside of you, the bed underneath your trembling body slightly creaking as you snapped your head back from the feeling of his thick fingers inside of you.
"So good, I could die between your thighs if you'd let me, my love." Bo groaned out against your wet sex, you squirmed under his touch and heavy words. "You taste like heaven."
Slowly he moved his fingers in and out, his knuckles grazing against your swollen clit and your legs began to shake, but that only made him ramp up his movements even more. Your hands gripped the wet bedsheets that were soaked with rain water that clung onto your naked body and your chest heaved with each thrust his fingers made into you. Your feet fluttered, kicking the air as your rolled your hips, and the familiar feeling of reaching your climax bubbled within your core. You were close, and it seemed like Bo knew this too.
"W-Wait, baby." You yelped out which made Bo pause his movements, he pulled his mouth away from your clit, but his thick fingers were still nestled deep inside of you.
"What's wrong, you okay?" He asked, which made you nod your head. Catching your breath you continued to fuck yourself against his fingers, finally you spoke.
"I want us to finish, together - at the same time..." You whispered which made Bo smile from ear to ear.
"And how we gonna do that?" He asked as he slowly pulled his slick fingers out of you, the sensation making you shiver in delight, and you watched him placed his fingers within his mouth. His tongue lapping up the juices that clung onto his thick fingers - making sure that none went to waste.
You crashed your lips onto his as Bo hovered over you, tasting yourself on his mouth made your head race with lust, and your legs wrapping around his waist. But to his surprise you flipped positions, your legs caging him in as you straddled his waist, his hands holding onto your hips as he steadies you in place. Your forehead pressed against Bo's as his hand held the base of his cock, leaning forwards he lined himself with you, and with a satisfying sigh escaping both of your lips you sat down onto his thick member.
You both moaned into each others mouth, trying your best to quiet each other, and once your body adjusted to his dick stretching you out - you leaned back and began to ride him. Your bed squeaking with each movement of your hips snapping into him, but the thunderstorm was so loud, you're confident no one could hear the rusty bedsprings. Laying flat on his back Bo's large hands gripped into the softness of your hips, his fingers digging deep within your skin that you're sure they'd leave bruises behind.
Your palms rested on his hard chest as you used him to help you bounce on his thick member, your breast bouncing in his face while your wet pussy swallowed him whole - your body was finally use to being fucked by him. A sigh of pleasure fell from Bo's lips as he whispered praises to you in Mandarin, switching to English when you stopped your bouncing to roll your hips against him.
"You so pretty, baby--Fuck!" Bo hissed out as his eyes rolled back and his head lulled to the side, but you gripped his jaw, turning his head back to face you as you continued to ride him. He bit his lip at your action and a loud whimper fell from his mouth, his voice piercing through the rain and you're sure it could be heard through your shared home. The sounds of footsteps pacing up the stairs made you halt your tracks, and Bo groaned in agony as he lightly bucked his hips into you.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...You just feel too damn good." He whispered through heavy breathing, you and Bo looked towards your locked door as the footsteps grew louder. But by the grace of God the footsteps continued to walk pass your room, not stopping once until they faded into the background again.
"We gotta be quiet, baby," You whispered as your thumb stroke over his chiseled jawline. "It's hard for m-me too, you filling me up like this, but just relax and lemme take care of you, ugh...I promise we can be as loud as we want next time."
He didn't bother to spit out any words of acknowledgment - he just nodded his head desperately - and without missing a beat Bo's lips wrapped around your thumb. His sharp teeth grazing the skin on your thumb as he latched onto it, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked, silently signaling you to continue.
Which you gladly did without hesitation.
You started to move your hips again, continuing to bounce on his thick cock, the slick sounds of the back of your thighs hitting his legs with each thrust he made into you echoed through your body - you were fucking this man straight on his back - he's quite literally under your control. And he wouldn't have it any other way, he loved how good you felt squeezing around him, and his eyes snapped shut with a guttural moan.
You've rode him before, but not like this, and it was taking everything within him not to come in seconds. A creamy mess was quickly formed between the two of you, due to the friction and your wetness - the sensation of the velvety natural lubricant made your head spin as you rocked your hips with frenzy. Bo's hands left your hips as his strong arms wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, his hips rocks into yours, meeting you halfway as the creak of the bed slipped through the rain sounds.
Feeling the familiar pressure building up within core you leaned into Bo's embrace, your breast pressing firmly against his chest, and your head resting on his shoulder. Your lips pressed against the shell of his ear as tears of pleasure nipped at your eyes, the heavy tears slowly falling down your warm cheeks with each tender word you sang out, the words that only he could hear.
The words that he needed to hear.
"I love you...My Bo, I love you so much." You whispered and the feeling of his cock that nestled deeply within your core twitched at your words, he was dangerously close too. You and Bo weren't practicing the 'safest' of sex, to say the least - he would aways pull out and finish on his hand or your thigh depending on what position you both were in at the time. But when he was close, he would always tell you, asking where you would prefer him to finish.
"Fuck, I love you too, baby. I'm gonna...W-Where you want this?"
"Don't stop, please. I-I needa feel you, baby. At least once...Fill me up and make me feel whole."
And just like that Bo pressed his mouth against your neck as his eyes shut tightly, his hold onto your frame became vice-like as his orgasm ripped through his body like a tidal wave. His teeth bit into your skin in an attempt to muffle his moans as his release hit him and crashed into you, finishing inside of you as he bucked his hips forward lazily, his cum filled you to the brim, it was too much and the warm sensation made you shiver out in delight - he was giving you his everything.
It seemed endless as your thighs locked onto his, your body trembling from the warm sensation of being filled with his seed, the creamy mess of both of your orgasm froth between the two of you, clinging onto both of your pubic bones and abdomen. And with one last rocking of your hips you whimpered against his burning hot skin, the knot of lust that tugged at your core finally releasing.
Heavy breathing filled the cool air as Bo lovingly stroked your hair, grounding himself as his rapid heart rate steadied. You leaned into his touch as your cheek press firmly onto his rising chest, his dick was still inside of you - but you wouldn't mind the idea of him being inside of you like this for hours if he offered.
"Shit...I need a cigarette," Bo mumbled under his breath, which made you bellow out a sharp chuckle, a lopsided grin tugging onto your features. He looked down at you, laughter leaving his lips too. "You really laid it on me, girl. Yea'...you stuck with me now."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way...I love you, Bo."
𖣁 Summary : After your father's passing, you and your mother moved from South Carolina to Mississippi to be closer to family. You temporarily stayed with your aunt, Annie's mother. During a trip into town, you met the love of your life, Bo Chow.𖣁
Word count | 5.6k +
Warnings : Mature content | cursing, use of the n-slur, spitting ( very quick ), unprotected sex, finger-sucking, cunnilingus.
Authors note : This was originally going to be all fluff, but my friend pulled my arm. It's my first time writing smut in years, by the way. (This is pretty self-indulgent; the reader's background is based on me a little. :) ) You, Bo, Stack, Smoke, and Annie are all around the same age.
I’m not very familiar with how weddings work, so I tried my best. I even looked up wedding scripts and movie scenes, so if it’s a bit out of order, give me some grace, please.
The air is crisp and warm on this early spring day. Freshly bloomed flowers and green grass fill the scene, and the sound of last-minute adjustments to ties and hairdos fills the silence.
“Bo, calm down before you pass out,” could be heard by passersby in one of the church's changing rooms.
“I’m fine, Smoke,” Bo said, about to light a cigarette.
“Man, you can't be smokin' in no damn church,” uttered Stack, taking the cigarette from Bo’s trembling fingers.
“Look, you’s marrying y/n, not a stranger. When she walks down that aisle, I bet you'll forget about all them nerves you got,” Smoke said, patting Bo on the back.
Bo, Stack, and Smoke were always close to one another, lending a hand to each other when things got tough.
When Bo’s family immigrated to the United States seeking stability in Mississippi, he quickly formed a bond with the twins and the people who made up the small community of Clarksdale. Here, his parents built a business, a small one, but one that was a necessity, one that was an opportunity to better this town even a little bit.
Here is where he met you, due to Smoke, of course. You are Annie's cousin from South Carolina. Your pa passed, leaving your mother widowed with barely anything to lean back on. She decided to pack up her stuff, along with 19-year-old you, and move to Mississippi with her sister and brother-in-law.
Residing with your aunt was something to get used to, but her daughter Annie was like the sister you’ve never had. Always attentive, loving, and easy to talk to. Quickly, you found out she was talking to this Smoke boy. Talks of him and that twin of his were easy to overhear in this town.
“Annie, let me meet this boy you’re head over heels in love with,” you pouted, sighing when Annie ignored you, tending to her herbs.
Annie playfully rolled her eyes at your comment. “y/n, I'm not in love with him. We’re just talking, that’s all.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Girl, please,” you uttered, shaking your head. “That boy got you walking like you’re on clouds. He's good for ya.”
Annie lets out a defeated sigh. “Well, he’s stopping by later to see me, and I'm sending him to the store in town for a few things.”
Just then, the engine of a car could be heard from afar.
You squint your eyes to see the two figures better. “Looks like he came early,” you said with a knowing grin towards Annie.
Smoke and Stack approached with an air of casual confidence, their footsteps echoing in the dirt.
“Annie, I hope you don't mind we came by early,” Smoke said smoothly as he made his way to Annie and gently kissed her hand. “Me and Stack got some important tasks needing to get done.”
“And who’s this beauty right here?” Stack interjected, nodding toward you.
You smiled softly, feeling a bit shy under his gaze. "I'm y/n, Annie's cousin," you replied.
“Nice to meet ya, I’m Stack and that’s my brother Smoke,” he introduced himself, a friendly grin spreading across his face as he reached out to shake your hand.
“Oh, I know who y’all are,” you said, a smile breaking across your face. “I be hearin' y’alls names damn near everywhere I go.”
“Is that so?” Stack muttered in amusement. “Where you from?” Stack asked, getting a cig out of his pants pocket.
“South Carolina,” you responded, taking a moment to glance around.
“Hmm, interesting. What makes you come up to good ol’ Mississippi?” Stack inquired, lighting the cigarette and exhaling a thin plume of smoke.
“Momma decided it was best to come up here, to be closer to family,” you said.
At that moment, Smoke shot a look over at the two of you. “Stack, leave that girl alone,” he interjected, a teasing warning in his voice.
“Damn, a nigga can't make conversation?” Stack said, taking yet another puff from his cigarette.
You let out a laugh. “He’s fine,” you assured, glancing affectionately at Annie and Smoke. “I'm glad I can meet the boy my dear cousin is so smitten by.”
“Well, me and Stack are headin' into town to get a few things for Annie. You want to come with us?” Smoke asked.
"Hell yeah, let me grab my handbag," you said with an enthusiastic nod as you turned toward the porch.
“ Nah, that ain't necessary. We got you.” Smoke replied, making his way to the car, not before kissing Annie on the cheek.
Before you could respond, Annie interjected, her tone playful yet assertive. “She got her own money, Smoke,” she said with a knowing side glance.
“ I know, but what’s the harm in paying for family?” Smoke replied to Annie with a grin spreading across his face as he shrugged casually, unbothered.
Just then, Stack honked the car horn.
“Nigga, hurry up! It smells like it's about to rain,” he yelled from the driver's seat.
Smoke swiftly ignored Stack before shifting his focus back to you and Annie. “Come on, baby, just this once I promise. Cross my heart.”
Annie sighed in defeat. “Fine, but you better watch her,” she said with a slight pout.
“ She’s in good hands, I promise.” Smoke said, placing one last kiss on Annie’s lips.
You squeal before hugging Annie. “Thank you, I’ll stay close to them and won't run their pockets, promise.”
You ran toward the car, waving to Annie with a wide smile as Stack opened the door for you.
Smoke smiled slightly, walking backward toward the car, and blowing Annie a kiss.
“Bye baby, see you soon.”
The car ride to town wasn't as long as you thought it would be. Conversation with Smoke and Stack came easily. You didn't even notice when the three of you made it to town.
“Alright, little lady, we here,” Stack said, stepping out of the car and once again opening the door for you.
“Damn, Stack, you weren't lying; it smells like it's about to start pouring down any minute.”
Smoke looked toward the both of you judgmentally. “What the fuck is wrong with y’all? I swear y’all are the only niggas who smell that shit.”
The store bell rings as the three of you walk in. “Smoke, it must be your nose then, ‘cause a normal person would be able to smell it,” you say, smiling as you take in your surroundings.
Before Smoke could retort, the back room door could be heard opening.
“Aye Bo, just the man I was looking for,” Stack uttered.
Adverting your attention from Smoke, you made eye contact with the man called Bo.
Your eyebrows went up in interest unknowingly.
Breaking eye contact, Bo replied to Stack,
“Yeah, what do you need me for?” he said, placing a pencil behind his ears.
“I need some ginger, lavender, and ink,” Stack said, taking a lollipop from the counter.
Bo made a face. Before he could speak, Smoke interrupted, “It's for Annie.”
Bo nodded in understanding before heading toward the front of the store.
“And who’s the pretty girl you’re with?” Bo said, pointing toward you with a soft smile.
“I'm Annie’s cousin,” you declared, sizing him up from head to toe. Your eyes swept over the crisp, white dress shirt that clung to his form, long sleeves rolled up displaying his forearms, apron accentuating his waist.
Bo chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eye. “Is that right?” he replied leaning in with curiosity.“And does Annie’s cousin have a name?” He raised a brow taking a moment to truly observe you. His gaze swept over the way your brown eyes shimmered in the warm glow of the store's lighting, your tight curls pinned up framing your face, bright yellow sundress dancing lightly around your figure, complementing your complexion.
You half-smiled in amusement. “It's y/n,” you uttered as Bo softly took your hand in his. “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles.
"Sir, if I didn't know any better, I would think you were flirtin' with me,” you replied to him with a soft tilt of your head.
Bo let out a hearty laugh. “And is that a bad thing, darlin’?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with interest. You took in a breath, your heart racing as you fluttered your eyelashes playfully. “Never said it was,” you replied, a teasing smile dancing on your lips.
Before Bo could retort back, Smoke interrupted. “I don't mean to intrude on this lovely meeting, but we’re on a time crunch,” he said, tapping one of the worn shelves next to him.
You playfully rolled your eyes before turning to the twins. Stack met your eyes with a knowing smirk. “Well, let me grab a little something since y’all are payin’,” you said with a purse of your lips, walking toward the box of Cracker Jacks you had your eyes on.
You grabbed the box of Cracker Jacks, swiftly making your way back up front as the three men waited on you. You set the box down on the counter along with Annie’s things.
While Bo began to add the items up, you couldn't help but stare at him longingly. Stack noticed and nudged you teasingly. Bo packaged the items before turning toward the three of you. “Anything else?” he said to Smoke. Smoke shook his head, grabbing the items as Bo came from the back of the front counter, making his way over to you.
“Hope you come visit again soon, darlin’,” Bo said, bringing an arm from his back, holding one single lily. You smiled in amusement before taking the flower and bringing it to your nose.
“We’ll see, Mr. Bo,” you said with a sultry whisper, making your way to the twins.
You were seated in the bridal room, Annie behind you putting on your pearl necklace.
You let out a breath. “Do you think Bo is as nervous as I am?” you said, fanning yourself.
“He can't be as nervous as you. If you keep all that stressin', you’ll sweat through your gown,” Annie teased, clasping your necklace.
“Momma and Auntie are already in the sanctuary sitting in the front row.” You giggled to yourself before raising your hand to your chest. “I just wish Daddy was here to walk me down the aisle.”
Annie looked at you with understanding in her eyes. “He’s here; he’s always here, y/n.”
You nodded. “I know,” you replied with a slight smile. You felt the knot develop in your throat and began to sniffle.
Annie quickly grabbed a handkerchief. “Oh y/n, don't start all that cryin' now; you ain't even walked down the aisle yet,” Annie said, rubbing your shoulders.
“I know, I know,” you chuckled, taking the handkerchief to dab the corners of your eyes. Just then, a firm knock on the door echoed throughout the bridal room. Annie left her spot from behind you, opening the door to reveal both Stack and Smoke dressed in striking black tuxedos.
“How’s Mrs. Chow?” Stack uttered, hugging Annie and then moving toward you.
You got up from the vanity with a smile. “I ain't Mrs. Chow yet,” you laughed, hugging Stack.
“Bighead, you know I was jokin’. Your groom's about to piss his pants though. ” He let out a soft chuckle, before gently loosening his hold on you.
He then took the time to take you in. “You look beautiful, really,” he smiled, the grills that adorned his teeth glistening. He then sighed dramatically. “Bighead, growin' up on me.” He shook his head, grasping his chest.
Annie and Smoke both chuckled by the door.Smoke nudged Stack aside, making room as he turned his attention to you. “How you doin', y/n?” Smoke asked you softly, wrapping his arms around you for a hug.
“Like my heart's about to jump outta my chest,” you replied, separating from Smoke.
Annie then interjected. “She been worryin' all mornin';” she said, resting an arm on Smoke.
“Bo's been the same, but worse,” Stack smiled from the other side of you and shook his head. Just as he spoke there was yet another knock on the door. Annie glanced toward the door, her brow furrowed in curiosity, as she moved to answer it, before she could reach it, Smoke stepped forward and swung it open.
Standing in the doorway was Cornbread. his expression a mix of enthusiasm and determination.
"Alright, it's go time, y'all," he declared, as he scanned the four of you with an encouraging grin.
You inhaled deeply,.With careful hands, you picked up your bouquet from the nearby chair. You then took the time to look over yourself in the vanity one final time. Turning to Stack, you reached out to take his arm, “You ready?” he said, smiling and raising an eyebrow. “Ready as I'll ever be,” you replied, clutching your bouquet tighter.
Smoke, with Annie linked across his arm, glanced back at you both, "Here we go, y'all," he announced.
The sound of the piano could be heard from where you and Stack were. Annie and Smoke made their way down the aisle together. The rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen followed suit. The ring bearer made his way down the aisle, not before almost tripping on his feet. Affectionate laughter could be heard throughout the sanctuary. You and Stack moved closer to the entryway, closely watching as the little flower girl spread white rose petals down the aisle.
You looked up at Stack, but before you could say anything, he whispered with a smile, "Girl, don't be passin' out now." You exhaled with relief when you both reached the entryway. Your guests began to stand, turning their attention toward you. Time seemed to slow when you saw Bo standing at the altar.
Both you and Smoke started walking down the aisle slowly. You couldn’t help but tear up as you saw all the people who had come to support you and Bo. This overwhelming feeling of community filled your heart.
Bo fell in love with you all over again as he watched you walk down the aisle with Stack. Your gown flowed beautifully as you walked, the intricate design of the dress accentuating your figure. Your hair cascaded down your neck, thanks to the roller treatment you had the day before, and your eyes sparkled just like they did when he first met you. You cradled a bouquet of baby’s breath in your hands.
Before Bo realized it, a tear rolled down his cheek, and that’s when you finally stood before him. He felt your palm gently touch his face, wiping away his tear.
“Hey, baby,” you whispered, smiling at Bo. “Hey, darlin’,” Bo replied, his voice shaky. You took both of his hands and turned to the pastor.
The pastor requested that everyone take a seat before he began. "Welcome, family and friends. We are here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Y/n and Bo Chow. This marks the next chapter in their lives together. They have spent years getting to know each other, and today we see how their relationship has grown. They will formally and publicly affirm their bond."
Bo and Y/n will celebrate their love today, but they will also celebrate the love from all of us especially from their parents, siblings, extended family, and best friends. Without that love, today would not be as joyful."
“ Now the couple would like to say their heartfelt words with one another," the pastor announced.
You took a deep breath, as you removed the small folded paper from your bouquet, As you lifted your gaze to meet Bo's expectant eyes.
“I love you with all my heart. I promise to love you, trust you, encourage you, and respect you. I will work with you to build a fair and caring relationship, knowing that together we can create a better life than we could alone. Today, I accept you as you are and offer myself to you in return. I will care for you, stand by you, and share all of life’s challenges and joys from this day forward and for the rest of my life. “
After you finished speaking you didn't notice the tears welling in you eyes. Bo gently caressed your hands before reciting his words to you.
“I fall in love with you every single day. Baby, with you, I have discovered a love that is steady, unwavering, and filled with a kind of magic I never knew existed. I vow to love you in every way you need, on the days when life feels effortless and on those when it feels heavy. I promise to stand by your side, to believe in you, and to remind you every day just how deeply you are loved. You are my safe place, my greatest adventure, my forever. For all the days of my life, I choose you, over and over again, in every moment, in every lifetime, always.”
Bo finished speaking, taking a moment to express his feelings to you through his eyes. Your mother could be heard sobbing from the pew closest to you. The pastor then began to speak again, saying, “Ring bearer, please bring the rings.” The cute little boy made his way to stand in front of you and Bo.
The pastor continued, “A ring is an unbroken circle with ends that have been joined together, and it represents your union. It is a symbol of infinity and of your infinite love. When you look at these rings on your hands, be reminded of this moment, your commitment, and the love you now feel for each other.
Bo, place the ring on y/n’s finger and repeat after me: ‘Y/n, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge: to love you today, tomorrow, always, and forever.’”
Bo does as he is told, placing the ring on your finger, his hands trembling lightly.
“And now, Y/n, place the ring on Bo’s finger and repeat after me.” You recite after the pastor, placing the ring on Bo’s finger as you gaze up at him once again.
“Do you, Bo Chow, take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or for poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Bo replied quickly, a smile spreading across his face.
“Do you, Y/n, take Bo Chow to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or for poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” you squealed, smiling with delight.
“By the power vested in me by the state of Mississippi, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride!” Exclaimed the pastor.
Bo didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Come here, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and inviting, sending a thrill through the air. His heart raced like a wild drumbeat in his chest as he leaned in closer. With a gentle urgency, his soft lips captured yours. The warmth of his mouth enveloped you as your tongues danced together, intertwining in a tender exploration that deepened the connection between you.
As you both moved away from each other, cheers could be heard throughout the sanctuary. Your mother rose from her seat, a warm smile lighting up her face as she places the intricately decorated broom in front of you and Bo. “I love you, sugar. “ she said, before making her way back to her seat.
The pastor stood at the front, his voice resonating sincerity. “Ladies and Gentlemen, brothers and sisters, I present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Bo Chow!” His words were met with joyful cheers and applause that filled the air,
You turned to Annie, your maid of honor, and tenderly handed her your bouquet. As you turned back to Bo, your fingers intertwined with his, you felt a rush of excitement. “Are you ready, baby?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
With a playful grin, you replied, “You know I am.” Both prepared to leap over the beautifully adorned broom placed before you.
The crowd erupted into enthusiastic chants, “1... 2... 3...” as you and Bo tightened your grip on each other’s hands. In that moment, you could feel the love surrounding you, uniting everyone in celebration. With a shared breath and a leap of faith, you both jumped over the broom, solidifying your vows in a joyful culmination of laughter and cheers from your family and friends.
While cutting the cake, you lifted a piece to Bo's mouth. Before he could take a bite, you smashed your hand in his face, spreading the vanilla cream over his lips.
Smoke’s loud-ass laughing could be heard in the background. “Big head got you good,” he shouted from the table closest to the both of you.
Bo chuckled softly, as he reached for a napkin . He glanced up at you, the corners of his lips still tugged into a smile. Your giggles began to subside, fading into soft, laughter. “Aww baby, you know I had to,” you said playfully, your fingers gently caressing his cheek while you puffed out your lips in a mock pout.
Bo remained silent, but his gaze was unwavering.
You stopped giggling and asked, "Why you lookin' at me like that, Bo?"
Bo didn’t answer; instead, he moved closer to you and softly grabbed your face to whisper in your ear.
"You makin it really hard to be a gentleman," Bo said, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.
You then pursed your lips and replied, "And what do you mean by that, Mr. Chow?"
“I’m gonna fuck you so good once we get back home, Mrs. Chow, that’s what I mean “ He replied planting a kiss on your jawline before turning to get another slice of cake. “ Can't be actin unclassy in front of everybody “. He stated softly, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the table with your mother and the others.
Bo pulls out your seat when Smoke begins to talk to him. “Bo, you’s a married man now; how it feel?” Smoke said, taking a drink of the beer he had nestled in his hands.
Bo sits down before responding, finding your hands under the table. “I’m feelin' amazing. It don’t feel real, man.” He chuckles, glancing at you.
Stack then chimed in, “Mhm, I bet. Is the store gonna be open during y’all's little honeymoon?” He remarked, a subtle grin playing at the corners of his lips.
You playfully roll your eyes. Bo’s grin widened. “I’m sure the town gon' be alright for two days.” He chuckles, tracing your hand with his thumb under the table.
Annie turned to face you and Bo, her smile warm and genuine. “I’m truly happy for both of you,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity. “I hope you enjoy every moment of yall’s honeymoon while you can.”
You gently slide your hand to Bo’s thigh beneath the table, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his dress pants. “Oh, we will,” you replied in softly.
Bo escorts you to the porch, bringing you to the front door. Taking out his keys and opening the door. Before you can step forward, Bo stops you. “Aht, Aht, darlin', I gotta carry you over the threshold,” Bo said, beginning to lift you up.
You squeal, “Bo!” You giggle.
He picks you up bridal style with ease, walking across the threshold and closing the front door with his foot.
“Welcome home, Mrs. Chow,” he says, walking you both into your home.
“Bo, you can put me down now,” you say with affection.
“Not yet, sugar. We ain't made it to the bedroom,” he said, biting his lips and grinning.
As you cross the threshold of the bedroom, you take in your surroundings and gasp.
“Baby, no you didn't! When did you even get the time to do all this?” you say, looking at the peonies spread across the bed.
“Don't worry 'bout it,” Bo replied, setting you down softly.
You sigh, “Fuck, I'm so tired,” you said, putting off your veil.
Bo looks at you with sympathy. “Oh my poor darlin’,” he says, cupping your face, caressing it softly, and moving closer to you. Your heart begins to flutter as he breathes lightly, his mouth close to yours.
“Want me to take your heels off?” He says teasingly.
You move back, annoyed. “Nigga, fuck you, you playin’ too much,” You exhaled deeply.
Bo smirks before replying to you, “We gettin’ to that. Be patient, baby.”
You move to playfully kick him, but he catches your foot, getting on his knees in front of you.
“I'm sorry, darlin’,” he pouts. He gently removes one of your heels and starts to rub your foot softly. You let out a soft moan as the tension in your feet begins to fade. Looking down at Bo, you find his brown eyes meeting yours just before he begins to kiss your ankle.
“You forgive me?” he asks. You purse your lips, pretending to think. “Hmm, I don’t know. I need more convincing.”
“Bàituō, bǎobèi” {please, baby}
He says desperately, kissing your ankles and moving up to your calves. Reaching the white garter you wore, he opens his mouth, latching his teeth onto the lace and pulling it down slowly until it reaches the bottom of your foot.
“What would you…” he pauses, looking up at you on his knees, eyes wide and filled with desperation. “Like me to do, Y/N? Beg? Fuck, I will, please…”
You smile. “I could never be mad at you” you say to him reaching down to stroke his his hair.
You bring your finger to your lip before saying “ You could taste me, though “ you pout.
Bo smirks. “put your leg over my shoulder then” he said eyes shining with want.
He pushes the bottom of your gown up, until he’s faced with the wet spot in your panties.
He outwardly shudders, opening his mouth to lick against your clothed cunt, sucking the fabric, groaning at the taste.
You let out a soft whine, Bo hears it and chuckles briefly moving from your clothed pussy.
“You like that baby?" He asks, and sees the column of your throat bob as you nod, biting your lip with your eyebrows pursed.
Bo makes a face of mock disappointment toward you. “I need ya to say it, darlin,” he says, rubbing your thighs.
You whimpered feeling your folds clench around nothing before responding to Bo. “ I like it baby “ you say in a stuttered breath.
Bo shakes his head not satisfied “ Say it like you mean it” Bo says tracing kisses your thighs.
“ Baby, I Iove it please don't stop.” you whine out.
Bo says nothing as he’s faced with your clothed cunt once again. He moves both of his hands to take off your panties. When they're off he’s faced with your pretty pussy soaked for him.
He kisses your clit softly before you feel his tongue lick into your folds. He closes his eyes moaning at your taste.
Your chest heaved as you moved your legs. Bo grunted bringing one of his hands to pin your legs down.
You could feel him moving his tongue to lick your clit, making circles as he begins to move his head up and down.
You couldn't suppress a deep, throaty moan that escaped your lips, a sound filled with pure pleasure. As you closed your eyes, warmth enveloped you like a comforting embrace, and vivid sensations danced through your body, heightening each moment into an exquisite experience.
“Nuh-uh, don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me.” Bo said to you, briefly moving away from your pussy eyes sharp with lust.
He moves back to your cunt, putting your little bud into his mouth, eyes watching your face buried into the sheets.
You could feel yourself steering closer to the edge. Your head thrown back, mouth hanging open, letting out those melodic moans Bo strived to hear.
Bo began to move faster, knowing that you were close. You moved your hands to his head once again, raking your nails through his hair. Bo then let out a stuttered breath, feeding off of you.
You close your eyes, feeling fire pooling low in your abdomen, time slowing.
“ Oh, fuck Bo “ you scream out gripping his hair harder your vision fading to white, your orgasm coming in shockwaves.
Bo moves away from your pussy, planting a soft kiss on your throbbing clit. Your body still coming down from your high.
You feel Bo’s body hover over yours; he brings his hand to your chin, looking at your soft face, pretty eyes glistening, small amounts of sweat lining your forehead.
“ My poor darlin already fucked out huh?” He purred moving his hand to your neck.
You don't respond, but instead, move your head up to meet his. Bo then moves his hand to stroke your hair before brushing your lips together.
His lips slowly meeting yours, tongues merging together in unison. Bo’s hand finds its place on your neck once more. He begins to suck on your tongue, causing a gargled moan to erupt from your throat. Bo slowly moves from your mouth, saliva connecting the both of you.
“Open your mouth, sugar,” he whispered.
You do as such, sticking your tongue out.
Bo then cooed, before pursing his lips, spit dribbling onto your awaiting tongue.
“Don't swallow,” Bo husked, moving one of his hands to your mouth. You take his digits in your mouth, sucking slowly and gathering spit. You can feel the coldness of Bo’s wedding band against your lips.
Bo groans. “ That’s it baby” He practically whines. You begin gurgling around his fingers eyes watering. Bo then removes his soaked hands from your mouth, moving them to your
cunt rubbing slowly. You let out a soft mewl; Bo pouts.
“ I know baby, I know “. He cooed, Bo then stopped, rubbing your clit. Hands moving up your body again.
“Turn around, darlin ,” he groaned . You begin to turn around on the sheets, your back facing him. Bo sighs lovingly as he begins to unzip your dress, moving it down slowly until it reaches your legs. He then moves over you once more, turning you to face him. You smile up at him as he leans down to peck your lips.
You then proceed to remove his suit jacket. The rest of his clothing follows suit. Bo then moves up further in the bed, his back hitting the headboard.
You move your body above his, caressing his chest, placing love bites across his neck.
You slowly move up to cup his face, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, feeling dizzy from the wave of arousal that hits you.
You move your hand down to his leg reaching his hardened cock and stroking it, you then took your other hand bringing it to your mouth sucking on your fingers. Bo lets out a hoarse whimper at the sight.
Your soaked hand replaced the one softly stroking his cock. You move to straddle him, pussy already clenching. Bo looks at you, with a dazed look in his eyes.
“ Come on pretty, ride it like it belongs to ya.”He says as your hands splay across his chest.
The both of you moaning as you sink down on his cock.
Bo holds your hips, guiding you aimlessly, as you set your preferred pace. Your hips roll sensually against Bo. Head reeling back in pleasure as you engulf his length.
Bo, arched his back, his breath quivering. His eyes began to be fixed on you, eyeing as your breasts bounced as you moved. Bo trailed his hands down to softly knead your ass as you continue to grind on him.
Tears begin to line your eyes; overtaken by unadulterated ecstasy. Bo lets out a sinful whine as he pushes his hips up to meet yours.
“ Oh, shit” he shakingly cries out.
You could feel your second orgasm growing closer. “ Baby I'm bout to cum” you moan breathless, your walls clenching around Bo’s cock.
Bo then moves to put two fingers in his mouth moistening them, his hands reach toward your clit, beginning to stimulate you.
Bo could feel his own orgasm rushing in quick, blood buzzing in his ears. He begins to rut his hips against yours erratically. You move to grasp his hand, holding it, pressing your foreheads together, lips brushing against one another.
With one more thrust of his hips, you felt intoxicated by pleasure, babbling as you saw white. Panting as you look into Bo’s eyes.
The moment your eyes met Bo’s, his breath hitches, bringing your body closer to his. Hips moving up against yours frantically one final time, before letting out an animalistic growl, his cum painting your walls. Your shared bedroom filled with wet noises as your cunt squelched against his cock. He lazily moved against you, orgasm rippling through him.
Your heart stutters against your chest reeling from your high. Spent, both of you left flushed. The air was thick with the smell of sex, Bo purring against you, letting your breath tickle his ears as you collapsed against him.
Bo let out a soft chuckle, his breaths coming in uneven bursts. "I think we could use a good cleanin up after that," he murmured, gently pushing the damp curls away from your forehead. His voice was roughened, a low rasp that sent a thrill down your spine.
You cup his cheeks pecking his lips softly, purring.
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