Summary: In which Stack likes your perfume a little too much. Why, he could just eat you up…
Contains: my completely nonexistent self control, cursing, teasing, flirting, manhandling, oral (f.receiving), Stack is vicious with it, pussydrunk!Stack, no seriously he’s captain eat ‘em down🫡 in this, overstimulation, manhandling, petnames, everyone has a country accent, this is for the ✋🏽 strictly for the ✊🏽, kissing, biting, scent kink?, established relationship, you really need to stop playing with him before you get preg- 🤠whoops! aaaannnnnnd that’s all for today folks!!
A/N- thanks for all the get better wishes and comments<333 y’all are hilarious😂 proud to announce that I’m not sick anymore and my lung is much better so eyyyow!
You’d never finish your checklist like this. Pointedly ignoring the eyes boring suspiciously into the side of your skull- even humming every couple seconds. However, it was all part of your plan unbeknownst to Stack.
As soon as you came through the door of the joint, ready to help check and tally inventory like you always did in the middle of each week- walking in and kissing him on his jaw like you always did with a soft ‘all ready here, baby’- he immediately noticed it.
A scent.
It was sweet, full, with a crisp nectarine linger to it. Like a freshly bitten apple. Made him taste the sugar of you in the very air he breathed as you breezed past him. For a moment he was frozen; confusion along with a special kind of want took over his face while he wracked his brain for what exactly you did to yourself. You looked the same, pretty n’ heavenly- sounded the same too but something….he swears he’s not crazy. But, you’re acting normal so he tries to do the same, following you to stand behind the bar while you worked. Humming softly as you flip through their records and inventory.
He doesn’t let up, almost in a trance, his eyes fixed on you as the minutes go by.
“God forbid you have anything else to do ’sides eyeball me”, you’re messing with him, trying not to grin at how much closer he’s gotten while studying you. Trying to focus on the lists and feign indifference even as he “subtly” creeps closer to you, dipping his head to trace his nose down from your ear to your chin leaving goosebumps in his wake. The way his lips ghost over the underside of your jaw make you tremble, gripping the pen in your hand that much tighter, you swallow down a breathy whine before shaking him off you. Schooling your face into a scandalized type of shock, you gasp.
“What’s gotten into you? Breathin’ down my neck like I owe you money or somethin’!”
Your fussing barely even reaches his ears and the way you try to bay him away just makes that mouthwatering scent of yours float him higher. Don’t get him wrong- you always smelled good but this was on another tab entirely.
He felt damn near tipsy…
How could you not smell you? Did the rest of you smell the same or only certain areas? Stack knows he ain’t crazy but you’re close to taking him there.
“What is that?”
The usually smooth timbre of his voice sounds rougher from his arousal, bass in his low drawl making your heart skips so hard you jolt, sheer anticipation having your nerves go haywire as you fight the slow heat licking it’s way up your stomach.
“What is what, baby?” You sound confused but he knows better- felt the way you jumped when he asked. Unfortunately, like him, you were a damn good liar and he’d need to have a lot of patience and time to get answers. Time he didn’t have because he was already fattening up in his slacks already.
“Stop playin’ w’me. You did somethin’ different today but I just can’t prove it”, his eyes narrow like that’ll help him figure it out but you’re dedicated to your (false) innocence.
“Can’t prove anything because I ain’t done anything”, riling him up as he pulls back to stare you dead in your eyes, whispering low.
“Oh I know you did.” You keep your eyes locked on his as that familiar itch burns to life inside you. Biting your lip, you lean your head back until your mouth is right up against his ear. It’s a dangerous game but that’s the fun. The thrill.
“And wouldn’t you like to know?”
You’re for sure trying to kill him. Groaning, Stack can’t help himself, taking another deep inhale of your smell, he feels his blood start to simmer. You sigh breathily, teasing him with a barely there brush of your ass against his dick. Stack freezes before nodding slowly- finally piecing it together. “You tryna get ate up ain’t you?” You try to suppress another grin but he makes it too easy. Huffing out a light laugh you shrug him off. Muttering,
“Asks the one tryin’ to eat me up..”
“What?”
“What??”
You speak almost at the same time but Stack can’t be bothered to indulge you right now, earning a delighted little moan from you when he lands a heavy smack on your ass.
From there he’s on autopilot, pressing himself firm against you and sucking bruises on the soft skin of your neck. Loud, needy gasps spill from your lips making his head spin, large hands grabbing all over you intensely while you pant and god help you when Stack purrs in your ear,
“..smell so good mamas..”
There’s a sharp pulse of warmth in your clit- like a heartbeat as you keen. Arousal laced adrenaline washing over you in waves. Stack is caught in a mix between smelling you and touching wherever he can reach and you rush to get back on track.
“S-Stack! Waiiit-!” But he’s in a world of his own, spinning you quickly to face him, muffling your less than genuine protests with his lips. Broad tongue not missing a beat- licking firmly across your teeth before dipping hotly into your mouth. You feel so good, you’re shaking. Eyes fluttering back as your hands find themselves on his wide shoulders.
“Stac- oohf!”
Huffing out when the air is knocked clean out of your chest as you’re mindlessly manhandled onto the top of the counter; dizzy from how fast he’s moving, layers of your poofy dress get thrown up around your waist before he’s hiking your legs over his shoulders, massaging greedily at the plump softness. The nerves from before were nothing compared to how they were now. Watching dazed as Stack licks his lips like a wolf, eyes steeped to dark chocolate while he presses his nose into the underside of your knee, skimming down to your ankles.
Letting out another wrecked groan, it’s just as he thought.
It’s all over you. That delicious smell.
Your pulse skyrockets when you feel your panties being tugged at, biting your lip in heated anticipation. Stack shoves his face in your chest, taking another drag of your smell and whining before lapping a fat stroke up to your neck from your cleavage, humming drunkenly as he nuzzles into you.
Now Stack has always been a wanting and wanted man. You’d seen him be both but you’ve never seen him like this- so… desperate. You were almost concerned. Stack brings his face level to yours again and just the look of him has your stomach clenching.
“What is that smell, pretty? Drivin’ me goddamn crazy..”
He grounds out, taking your mouth in another filthy kiss before you can respond. The hand tugging at your knickers end up ripping them clean off you, your gasp swallowed up by his tongue in your mouth.
That perfume might be the best 20 bucks you’ve ever spent.
When you bought it, it was only because you immediately liked the smell. Sweet, crisp, with a linger to it. Before you left to see Stack, you’d sprayed it on various points of your body- on both sides of your neck, middle of your chest, both wrists, behind both knees and ankles. You liked it so you knew Stack would love it. But this much?
Stack pulls away with your lower lip between his teeth, making you hiss- trying to catch your breath. He rises to his height, no longer bent over you as he starts to undress. Tearing off his jacket and shirt, thick muscles of his arms and chest hypnotize you before he drops to his knees, ripping a gasp from your throat when you’re yanked roughly to the edge of the counter.
“..good, smell so good…”, the words are a soft hush into your skin, almost like he’s talking to himself.
“N’ wet too..”
Shivering, you barely get the chance to prop yourself up on your elbows before he’s on you.
The first lick up your cunt has you crying. Stack feels his cock throb as your wetness coats his tastebuds, long tongue lapping up and down your pussy in hot, thorough swipes. Between your smell and your taste, it was only a matter of time until he was completely gone off you. The nasty moan he lets out shakes you to your core as your eyes water, shaky hips grinding up into his greedy maw while you sob in pleasure.
Hulking arms lock around your thighs, holding you in place as Stack suctions his mouth over your clit, working the poor nub over with his tongue. You yelp, hands shooting out to grab his thick arms, needing to ground yourself. With a sigh, Stack pops wetly off your clit, only giving you a second to gather yourself before lapping his tongue into your tight hole. Undulating that perfect fucking muscle in hard thrusts then up and down through your slit, your eyes fluttering back into your skull at the pleasure running up your spine. Wet, wrecked moans bubble freely from your mouth as Stack buries his mouth deeper into your heat. Smooching your bud in a gentle kiss before slurping it into his mouth, laving his tongue against the underside.
Oh God. Your eyes slam shut- jaw dropping in a deafening wail, manicured nails digging into his arms as you’re abruptly flung off the edge you’ve been trying so hard to hold on to, thighs tensing in his hold as you shatter.
Your back is arched to an almost painful degree, coming so hard euphoria sears through your every nerve, leaving you a mess under Stack’s tongue that doesn’t stop. Licking at you hungrily until you’re pushing at his head.
Reluctantly, he takes his mouth off you, burying his face in your inner thigh, huffing in your sugary scent like a drug. Your heart pounds as you try to catch your breath, holding yourself up on quivering arms so you can look at him. Preparing to move off the counter, you start to close your legs but Stack stops you- peppering heavy kissing all over your thighs and lower stomach.
Rekindling that heat inside you.
Making a noise of confusion, you try to move again when he stops you by pressing a kiss on your lower lips before moving to look you in the eyes. You two make quite the sight with your flushed face and his blown pupils. Cheeks dimpling as he licks his lips, the gold glinting at you while savoring your taste. You let out a shaky moan as you watch him. Fuck it being the best perfume you’ve ever bought, at this point- it was the best thing you’ve ever bought in your life and Stack’s next words confirm it.
“M’not done with you yet, sweet thing..”
And he wouldn’t be until he was bathed in you.
I’m so happy to be back I mf missed yall🥹😭heyyyyyy sistaaaas🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🥰!!
Sure, he identified with oppressed people who had to endure slavery because he too was a victim of oppression. However, he nonconsensually turned and enslaved them as his vampire slaves to obtain the power of their music/culture to resurrect his ancestors and regain his culture and family. Mind you he had tried to do the same to the Choctaw tribe the night before and they rightfully fucked him up.
Your sympathy for a complex character shouldn’t make you turn a blind eye to their crimes… ever.
Contains: ur drunk🤠but fear not ur bf has ur back, ke$ha mentions, kissing, flirting, petnames, some smut but not all the way bc ur wasted and Clark doesn’t do that, flirting, cursing, teasing, ONE drinking problem JOKE, established relationship, initiated fun times n more
Hopelessly, totally, and completely plastered. Singing in every key imaginable as you swing your hair around, posing dramatically with one arm while the other loops around his neck for balance. The sweet smell of your perfume and one too many drinks mix with your drunken giggles, creating something he’s learned to uniquely but affectionately call- you.
Clark carries you with one arm, forearm hooked under your knees while the rest of you is snug against his chest and bicep.
Except for when you use him as momentum; completely ignoring his trying to safely get you both up to your apartment and the way you could help by not doing what you were currently doing.
“I loooove you Clarkykins”, you coo. Voice syrupy sweet as he’s suddenly the the center of your attentions and he can’t fight the warmth creeping into his cheeks from the back of his neck despite the awful nickname.
You two have been together for a while now and it’s not the first time you’ve told him but when you say it so unabashedly it makes his heart stutter.
“I love you too my little drinking problem”, he says back affectionately- joking though about the nickname and you gasp in faux offense.
“Hey! I do not have a drinking problem! You have a drinking problem!”
You smush his nose for emphasis and he snorts, shifting you a bit as he fishes the keys from his pocket to unlock the door, nodding in agreement even with the irony of your statement. He- like you- mostly drank socially but unlike you, he could hold his liquor. Being so much bigger and all.
“Of course I do, I’m also the one that’s drunk right now huh?” You nod jerkily- like you were right all along and it’s so cute. Cute how even in inebriation, you’re as stubborn as you normally are- ready to argue him down whether you’re right or not and his grin broadens when you reply sluggishly.
“Exaactly.”
You both get in and Clark softly kicks the door shut behind you, locking it and making a beeline towards your room. A bubbly giggle makes him look down at you, your hand in your dress cupping your favorite boob as you giggle yourself dizzy. He quirks a brow, the corner of his own mouth lifting as he waits for you to catch your breath. When you do..
“We’re sooooo gonna fuck aren’t we?” If he wasn’t holding you, he would’ve stumbled. The back of his neck warms enough to rush down his back and the nerves along with your natural shamelessness make him chuckle.
“Sweets, you’re drunk-“
“Sooo?” You cut him off with a confused pout and he shakes his head in disbelief. There’s no way…
“Sooo, you’re not of sound mind enough for my liking to consent to..”, he pauses as he sets you down on the bed, pointedly looking away from your breasts that you’ve gone from massaging to taking them out completely. Puffy, stiff nipples on display while you pout prettily at him and for a few seconds he looses his train of thought, “…c-consent to intercourse”, he rushes out before pushing himself up to kneel by the end of the bed- wrapping his hand around your ankle, lifting your foot as he takes off your heels. The pattern of the straps left slight indents on your skin and without thinking he lowers his head and kisses them.
Your little gasp lets him know that he’s skating on thin ice with what you want from him and that under normal circumstances, he’d give it to you. Gladly. So he pulls away, rising to his feet while holding yours to his stomach and less than a second later your arms are up as you reach toward him, bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth as you whine and he groans. There were rarely times when he told you no but when he did, it was usually for your own good. Doesn’t make now any easier though.
“Please Clark? Just wan’ a kiss- promise”, you pout, words slurring as you ask extra nicely but he can’t trust it. Because he knows you. Just like he knows that the minute he lets himself fall on top of you, you’re gonna wrap your soft self around him and give him hell until you pass out. He shakes his head, dilating pupils setting on the stiff peaks of your chest. Swallowing harshly.
“No, you want to seduce me.” And you laugh at that. At how miserable he sounds and your buzz becomes a rush as you twist one ankle out of his grip to trail it below his belt; applying pressure to the hardening swell beneath with a sigh that’s a lot less innocent then the way you were looking at him.
“Is it working?” You whisper before a soft yawn escapes you and he’s relieved as he whispers back,
“You tell me.”
Your eyes sparkle and when you reach for him again, he doesn’t resist. Falling on you as your legs wrap around him just like he knew they would. Maybe it’s by gravity, maybe it’s by wind of the fan but he doesn’t push away when you kiss him. Instead he kisses back.
You’ll fall asleep any moment now so there’s no harm in in indulging you. It’s slow but the want is there and the way you melt against him- purring in satisfaction- heats his blood something fierce as he suckles your lips between his own, pushing and pulling until your mouths open wider; slotted hotly against each others when you pull his hair.
The little jolt of pain makes him groan as you roll your hips up into his and he licks firmly into your mouth as you moan weakly, breath slowing but by bit until it eventually evens out and he pulls away but your eyes stay closed. Chest rising and falling peacefully. Asleep.
Clark lets out a deep sigh as he gets off, careful not to jostle the bed too much and disturb you, walking to the bathroom to get your makeup wipes. He takes off your dress after diligently but gently wiping your face clean- ignores his hard on to just look at you. Smiling fondly as he runs his knuckles down the apple of your cheek.
You always managed to give him some kind of trouble before you conked out- especially when you drank but it was just another one of your habits he knew you had that he couldn’t bring himself to mind. He could never mind you.
Like tomorrow he knows you’ll wake up either wanting to pick up where you two left off or craving sweets. For some reason, he misses you when you’re asleep so no matter what you pick when you wake, he’s just happy to be there with you.
Clark gets ready himself, stripping down to just his boxers before climbing into bed with you, huffing at the glitter still in your hair as he presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling you close to him as he falls asleep with your weight warm against his side.
You step out from behind the mirror, smiling as you wait for his thoughts. This was the 8th dress you’d tried on, determined to find the winner.
Bo tilts his head as he drags his eyes over your body, watching with a fond smile as you pose cutely, hands on your hips, tossing your hair then blowing him a sweet kiss. He laughs, lifting his chin so his mouth’s up to the air, catching your kiss and it makes you giggle but you quickly refocus. You were on a mission- to find the dress of the summer and so naturally your man’s opinion played a part.
However, Bo thought every dress you’d tried on was thee dress. It didn’t have all that much to do with the dress but everything to do with you being the one inside it. Didn’t matter the color, didn’t matter the length, you were perfect in every dimension. He hums, looking you over again and the heat of his stare is enough to warm your own skin. Raising a hand, he points his index downwards, swirling in slow circular motions.
“G’me a lil twirl, pretty”.
You almost choke at how effortlessly attractive he is, deep southern drawl making you a bit fuzzy as you feel yourself teeter in your heels before spinning nice and slow. It’s tight at the top, pushing your breasts up but not ridiculously, the bottom is a bit looser but it still falls in the right places. The soft fabric moving seamlessly with your silhouette- plus- the color was a thing of beauty. Making you glow and look even softer than you already were.
Such a pretty little thing. His pretty little thing and hell he didn’t even mind the line of buttons down the back even though they’d for sure make it harder for him to get it off you and if you were fond of it he wouldn’t risk upsetting you by ripping it off you while he-
“BO!”
You watch him physically shake himself out of it before fixing you with a charming grin as you look at him skeptically.
“I’ve been calling you. S’wrong? You…tired?” You say that last word like you’ve been onto him the whole day of dress trying with that secret suspicion you’re positive is actually true. Only…it’s not.
He isn’t tired in the slightest. In fact the only thing he could even think to be tired of was coming up with different words that all meant ‘you look great in anything’. But tired of you? Never.
“Sorry darlin’- m’not tired; just a lil…distracted.”
Oh?
“Distracted?” You sound so sweet and innocent that he huffs out a laugh at the confusion on your face. He knows how you get when you’re fixated on something so it’s no surprise that you don’t pick up what he’s putting down immediately. Putting his palm out, you place your hand in his, letting out a little yelp as you’re pulled down onto his lap. The dress pools around where you’re connected but you can’t be bothered with that as Bo’s soft lips just barely brush against yours, voice a low whisper.
“Yeah, baby. Like how I’m ‘posed to be helpin’ you find thee dress but watching you flit around the whole day all dolled up- m’not just thinking ‘bout which dress looks best but what looks good underneath it too.”
Oh.
Big hands slowly drag up your legs and even though his hands are warm, you shiver. Watching them mover further and further up with lidded eyes until the tips of his fingers are playing with the straps holding your sheers up. You pant breathily into the air, eyes slipping shut as his head falls into the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at your pulse point and you forget you’re in a dressing stall.
The slow up and down caress of his hands on your thighs are maddening and you swallow a whine, shifting uncomfortably as you feel that familiar heat stirring in your belly.
“B-Bo? S’that mean this is t-the dress?”
He smiles against your neck and the tremor in your voice and how hard you’re trying to stay on track, it’s cute. Leaning in, his brown eyes are almost black before kissing you softly on the mouth. Lips smacking together briefly until he pulls away, licking your rouge off his lips. The sight almost blacks you out.
“Mmhm. This dress is perfect.”
“Thank god.”
You hurry off him and change in record time, dress in hand as you all but drag him to the register to purchase it, suddenly so eager to leave when it seemed like you had all day before. The cheeky smirk won’t leave his face even as he pays and you rushedly thank the sales lady, taking the bag with thee dress inside it and pulling him with you.
Like a dog on a leash, he’s all too happy to follow.
“What’s s’matter? Why the rush? Got somethin’ you need to do?” The mellow drawl is heavy with suggestion and you feel like you’ll explode as you huff.
“Yup. Now that we have the dress, we gotta find thee shoes fast so we can go home and you can show me a good time.” You say, giving him a look over your shoulder as you wink.
His grin is so big by now that almost all 32 are showing, practically skipping after you.
“A real good time?”
“Yessir. Put your money where you mouth is.”
You get to the door of the boutique you wanted your heels from, stopping in front as Bo comes to open it for you. As you walk through there’s a harsh sting on your ass, the sound of the slap reaching your ears a little late as you spin around to face him, mouth dropped in a scandalized gasp.
He nods at you with a flick of his brow, smirking lazily,
“Shit, I will.”
You’ve never picked something faster in your life.
Since I’ll be in the hospital for a while, I figured I’d post some my drafts for entertainment :)!
Summary: You and a troublesome man you like more than you let on…in the end it’s easy.
Contains: smut, a dash of degradation, established enough relationship, fat d!ck Stack because LOOK at him, country accents, rough s€x, manhandling, multiple ørgasms, overstimulation, he puts it zowwwwnnnn, gives you some of that “move yo hand”, mating press dirty talk, petnames, fucking filthy kissing, cuddles, and as per usual- this is for the ✋🏽 strictly for the ✊🏽
Stack purrs out against the bare leg that’s currently hiked over his broad shoulder, voice dripping with condescension that’s a lot sweeter than the way he’s fucking into you.
The question is mean but it has its intended effect.
Goosebumps break over the surface of your flushed skin, choking on a whiny moan, cunt pulsating so tightly around him that he can feel you in his bones. A flurry of hiccuping sobs pour from your mouth cause you’re close. Again. Ordinarily, you’d try to defend your good name since you really were in fact not easy…or at least not until you’d met Stack. You’d heard of him before but never had the pleasure of making his acquaintance until he came strolling through your moms shop one day and found you instead.
At first you were stunned just making eye contact with him. Lidded brown eyes, dimples, plump lips- the gold on his teeth glinting at you and damn he was tall. Strutting up to introduce himself to you, accent thick with charm. However, you’d already heard of him and his way of giving women the roundabout and you’d decided right then and there that you’d be damned 11 ways to Sunday before you ever caught yourself on your back or knees for him.
Unfortunately, he was as relentless as he was gorgeous. Steadily pursuing you with the devil in his eyes and a grin on those full lips. Always hanging around- then, he’d disappear. As indifferent as you tried to be, dancing around his advances with light giggles and playful hands, when he’d vanish, you’d find yourself missing his face- or rather- his way of being, more like. See, Stack had this carefree almost cavalier demeanor but he was firm too. To you, that was his most attractive quality.
And he’d picked up on it. That you liked when he was a little firm with you.
From there all it took was a kiss.
Just barely brushing your lips when he leaned down, whispering teasingly against your lips, finger underneath your chin and you couldn’t keep the want from dripping out your eyes if you tried.
“Stop playing with me.”
To your surprise but not his- you listened.
Funny how you were so determined not to fall into his gravity and now look at you; sweat out hairstyle, sheer stockings ripped to hell along with your bra and underwear, being manhandled every which way, stretched out and creaming around the fattest cock you’ve ever had in your life as you moan in bliss- loving it.
Stack’s thrusts are deliciously brutal, hips snapping into yours while your legs hang over his shoulders like some harlot and sounding just like one, mouth dropped open while you cry and whine real pretty for him. Hissing through his teeth at the sight you make, Stack wedges his hands underneath the arch at the base of your back and grips tight- using your body as leverage to fuck into you even deeper. If the heat of the room wasn’t making you delirious then the way the fat head of his was smushing rough kisses into that soft patch of nerves would definitely do the trick. If this is what playing hard to get gets you then you’re seriously considering becoming a professional.
It gets to the point where your pussy is almost as loud as you are, prompting Stack to look down. A loud whistle barely makes it through the fog in your head and you try to bring your vision to focus. Your heart is going at least 100 miles per minute and you squeak as your legs are pushed so far back that your knees are touching your ears, Stack moving directly on top of you. Where the sudden flexibility came from you had no clue- but your awe is almost immediately overtaken by how full the new position has you feeling.
“O-oooh!”
Stack bites his lip as he watches your pretty face melt in pleasure, your normally sleepy eyes pop wide open, brows drawn together like you’re about to cry, lips forming that sexy ‘o’ as he slows down his strokes- letting you feel every inch of him. You were so gorgeous. Naked curves and soft skin crashing and rolling back into him then wrapping around even though you initially wanted damn near nothing to do with him. The thought makes him smirk in satisfaction until he’s brought out of his thoughts by the feel of your trembling hand just above where your bodies are connected. He pulls out halfway nice n slow, looking down to see what the fuss is and his heart almost pounds out of his chest.
Slathered all over his dick, is milky white. It streams out generously from your hole around where he’s stuffed in and Stack feels himself start to lose his mind a little bit as he moans out,
“Yeahhh mamas, she’s real easy f’me…”
He doesn’t take his eyes off your cunt as he slams back in with a wet ‘plap’- throwing his head back with a deep groan. The sound is so primal it sends nasty shivers up your spine but you don’t move your hand and he’s folding you even deeper, lowering his upper body almost completely against yours, pelvis grinding against your clit and you gasp wetly. Stack is wild, sucking bruising kisses into your neck, tongue trailing hotly up to your mouth to claim it in a deep kiss. It’s consuming. His big tongue flattening against yours in maddening swipes, sucking the muscle sloppily into his own mouth making you lightheaded- blood rushing through your ears as he starts his hips up again, grinding away at that spot inside you but not quite as deep and he pulls away.
He watches you gasp desperately, moving not even an inch away from your face as he nips at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue before whispering inside your mouth- eyes glazed,
“Move that hand, baby.”
Your name might as well be Sunday morning cause that’s exactly how easy you are, body obeying him before you even tell it to. As soon as you do, he doesn’t waste a second, big hands hook underneath your knees- railing you stupid. He’s not even trying to think straight, caught up in in not just the heat but how tight- how creamy- you are. Letting out a string of swears, he captures your mouth in another overwhelming kiss, cock aching while he swallows your wails as you twitch and shake around him.
You can’t take anymore. Stack gives another harsh, slick roll of his pelvis into your swollen nub while battering that tender spot inside you and you’re coming. And Jesus Christ on a bike- you’re coming hard. Clawing at Stack’s beefy muscles, a swarm of stars completely eclipse your vision while you’re shocked with wave after wave of vicious pleasure. You’re so loud you struggle recognize your own voice but Stack’s is clear as the ecstasy pumping through your body. Filthy words of praise and encouragement directly in your ear, prolonging your orgasm.
“Thaaat’s it, dollface.. aalll over me…”
Tears spill from your eyes and you’re close to tapping out when Stack buries his head into your chest, taking one of your puffy nipples into his mouth, thrusts slowing as he shoots deep inside your heat with a muffled groan, stuffing your hole to the brim until he pops off your tit with a satisfied sigh.
You’re tired, your back is killing you, and your shaking like a baby deer but a grin makes its way onto your lips regardless as Stack kisses all over you, pulling out slowly, warm eyes checking over your form for any sign of discomfort while you bask in the coziness after, closing your eyes to enjoy a much needed break until he interrupts it. Kissing your cheek in that tender way he does when he’s fixing to look after you.
“You okay? Ain’t hurtin’ none?”
You shake you head, eyes closed even as he pats you dry gently with his shirt, tossing on the floor when he’s done. Less sweaty, it’s easier for you to nap but something was missing. Reaching up, your hand swipes though the air as you blindly reach for him, eventually catching his chain as you yank him down next to you with a soft pleased little hum. Yes, you’d sleep just fine now.
And when you wake up?
You’re face to face with a big rock on your finger.
Contains: smut, giving a bitch sum head or sum, minimal plot, no I genuinely mean it, oral (f. receiving), kissing, dirty talk, refers to the 🐱 as ‘her’, he’s feral for the cookie, pussydrunk Bo, biting, petnames, “I ain’t never date no man who ain’t suck me off the bone”, BITINGGGG, public, but u guys are alone, I saw sinners again last night and this is the product so good luck
A/N- if you see a mind running around that looks lost, it’s mine. Leave it be.
+ with @bochowswife and @taylormarieee in mind🥰🎀
*Takes place in the ‘fix it’ universe
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The club had been open for weeks and had been a bigger success than originally planned.
It was kind of an unspoken rule that anyone in attendance didn’t mention the incident from that night, it being “bad mojo” and all that and people were only too happy to put it behind them.
Another thing that happened by the end of the first week was the switch from plantation credits to actual money or change. Quarters, dimes, nickels, were all welcome as long as it could spend. They changed it in a way that business wasn’t affected but worked for the locals. Now, prices were different depending on what they was drinking and that did wonders for money flow. So much in fact, that they needed help managing it all.
That’s where you and Bo come in.
Managing his own store and such, Bo was good with numbers- quick too- a trusted friend of the twins, and he’d been there to help them set up since day 1. So when the twins asked him to do the till counts during near end of the first half of the night, it was an easy yes. Surprisingly enough, Smoke and Stack were on the same page with not minding Bo bringing you into the office with him while he worked; claiming you kept him focused and that was that but….
Bo was supposed to be counting the tills and you were supposed to keep him focused.
“Mmmm, she’s so sweet baby”,
Bo purrs in that heady southern drawl before he laps another firm drag up your slit. “Nice n’ wet f’me..”.
A debauched moan bubbles deep from your chest as Bo slurps your clit into his mouth with a drunken hum. The vibrations make your head spin, lower stomach tensing up as you try to ground yourself before you lose your mind but Bo doesn’t let up- can’t bring himself to. Not when you coat his mouth with your taste looking like the answer to every prayer he’s ever prayed with full lips and wide eyes that constantly looked at him like you didn’t just want him but needed him.
He groans, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you, smacking his lips hungrily as his hands help themselves to your curves and god- you melt. Much like ice would under the heat of the devil’s tongue only faster this time because pleasure is always better when business is meant to be the goal. Tingling nips to your thighs trail back up slowly to your wetness and you suck in a deep breath through your teeth, heavy arousal licking flames across your skin making you sweat. The music outside was loud enough to drown out your activities which was great because Bo was aiming to suck you off the bone.
Gripping the fat of your hip, he pulls you closer against his open mouth- tongue wet, hot, and insistent as he hungrily licks inside you. The pleasure is crushing and your hands find his hair, petting and messing at it weakly while you gasp and whine in bliss. Bo takes your throbbing bud in his mouth again, lapping stroke after stroke against the underside of your clit before rolling it between his teeth and you jolt as he bites down with just enough pressure for the pain to warm before he soothes it with a heavy lave of his tongue and you cry out so hard it feels like your chest is caving in.
“B-Bo! We-, the t-ti- fuuuck!” You can’t even string a sentence together with the way he’s taking you apart, sucking your clit like a piece of candy before rolling the sensitive swollen nub back between his teeth and you’re shaking. Eyes fluttering back as the most pitiful choked out sobs you’ve ever heard from yourself fall from your lips as you grind up into his handsome face.
It’s as if you’re floating. His hands are so big and rough- strong and everywhere. You might be crying for real now. Bo’s so hard that the blood rush makes his ears ring but he couldn’t be bothered to pay that any mind.
Not when you’re so close.
“Thaaat’s it sweet thing..”
And you’re crying and stuttering in that sweet, pretty, way you did whenever you got real close-your hips bucking up into his greedy maw and he can feel the way your leaking hole twitches under his tongue and he growls. A hand leaves your hips in favor of stuffing three of his fingers knuckle deep inside your spasming cunny as he catches your clit and bites- flattening his tongue to soothe the pain sweetly and he’s so sloppy with it as his fingers lazily stretch you open that you can’t take it anymore. It’s too good- too much.
The slutty arch of your back doesn’t make your orgasm any easier to bear as it tears clean through you, coming so hard you hear sight. Heart beating through your chest as you scream, spraying his thick fingers and sinful mouth with a hot burst of your slick. It gives Bo goosebumps as he moans into your flushed skin, mouth working even harder as he laps up your release. Even sucking you off his fingers before rushedly undoing his pants and jerking his fat throbbing shaft off with that same hand. Burying his head back to finish cleaning you up, the sweet taste and smell is so fucking good- so heady- that he’s coming minutes later into the hand that’s soaked with you, resting his head against your thigh while you catch your breath and wait for your senses to realign so you can convince him to take you home.
i’ve gotten a few messages in my inbox—mostly from anons—saying that @willyoubemycherryy may have stolen/plagiarised from my bo chow x reader drabble that i posted on may 5th.
after reading the other work myself, i just want to say clearly; my writing WASN’T plagiarised. it wasn’t copied, rewritten, or taken from in any way. while both fics happen to be set in a store (which is a really common setting), that’s genuinely where the only similarities end. the overall tone, dialogue, and structure are completely different.
i also spoke directly with the writer and everything between us is totally fine. there’s no issue, no bad blood, and no harm done. please don’t send the writer hate—this doesn’t need to be turned into something it’s not.
thank you to those who messaged out of concern, but it’s all okay on my end <33
hello! i’m not trying to stir any drama, but your bo chow x reader drabble is very similar too @fleurbly drabble of bo chow, idk if it’s just the similar vibes or settings but i just wanted to let you know, totally understandable if you got an idea off of it tho
i was talking about the minor pains blurb you posted btw in my previous ask, idk because it’s kind of weird but i’m not sure if @fleurbly has even seen it or anything because she hasn’t posted anything on or about it whatsoever. I mean it’s just a little weird that the setups are so similar, and even the vibe feels the same. not sure if that’s just a coincidence or what, but it’s kinda hard to ignore. feels like it might’ve been taken a little too literally. just wanted to let you know before others start noticing and point out how strikingly similar it is. have a good day
It honestly was just a blurb I came up with because my ass was hurting and Bo is my current hyperfixation. I also have no idea who that is but I’ll read her fic and see if it’s that familiar
Update: I read it and um😭….girl did we read the same fic?? Respectfully, because….
Summary: When sneaking around leads to something more… Why is sex always better with someone you aren’t supposed to be with?
Contains: MODERNAU!, age gap relationship, ur 22 and if not act like it, flirting, established relationship, kissing, smutty, light for3play, making out, cursing, ur insanely gorgeous, like birds falling out the sky to be near you type fine, Bo still has a country accent, hair pulling, secret dating, allusions to nighttime Funtime, petnames, he’s also a lil obsessed
A/N- This is part of the best friends dad! college secret dating au which I just now decided was a thing :)
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Bo had a feeling it was going to be something when he saw you running out to his car out from the side of your dorm building’s door way after lights out, in a pretty little black number.
The snug thing wasn’t too tight but the way the fabric fell and molded against your body was a bit too perfect, and it was short too. Smooth pretty cleavage on display. Your hair was down and he could feel himself losing his breath when suddenly you’re sitting in his passenger seat looking at him with those starry eyes and his heart stops.
Since the day he first met you, he’d noticed you always picked and chose your makeup differently. The lashes, blush, gloss, everything was always different or missing entirely and you were pretty either way. But this?
Your big doe eyes look almost sleepy because of the way your lashes were done, blush high on your cheekbones, tinted glossed up lips, white sparkly shit on the inner corners of your eyes making you look almost angelic with your smooth soft legs, re situating yourself in your seat- toes painted his favorite shade of red through your heels. Then he notices your smell and actively has to fight to keep from eating you down. It must have been new because he’d have definitely remembered that smell on you. It was candy sweet, light, and on you? Arousing. The longer he smelled and looked at you, the more he swore you were intentionally trying to drive him crazy.
You on the other hand were trying so hard to hide the victorious smirk at Bo’s “subtle” reaction. You’d planned this all the way to the T but there was a catch: Bo could only get some after the date, no skippies and as you look down, you know that’ll be a bit of an issue. For him.
Wanting to keep up your clueless act, you do what you always do and climb halfway over the console, swinging your leg over his thigh, half sitting in his lap with a breathy ‘hi baby’ as you cup his face- ignoring your dress riding up. Pouting your lips slightly before pecking at his in lingering, syrupy, kisses that only get harder as his strong arms wrap around you. His lips chasing yours.
Letting your mouths fit and slide against each other, they grow slick with your lipgloss, until you pull away with a wet ‘pop’ when he starts suckling on your bottom lip; denying him entrance, you hiss slightly at the sensation, moving up a little on his lap to get a good look at him.
That ends up being a terrible error on your part because he looks about ready to eat you. Bo’s normally brown eyes are almost black, only a bit of the color visible past his blown out pupils, his already pink lips parted as they shine with your shared gloss.
However, if there’s one thing you are it’s a tease so you let his hands wander over your body shamelessly, squeezing and massaging while you eye fuck each other after barely exchanging more than two words.
“Are you gonna take me or did you forget?”
Your words are purposely double sided as you raise an eyebrow, batting your lashes. You know he catches the meaning because you feel his hands tighten around your hips with a low groan.
“Mmhm. Keep playing. You cute now but you and I both know I only need 5 minutes to get you singin’ a real different tune.”
Even though his tone had no actual bite- all amusement, you knew he meant business and it makes you gasp because it usually took a lot more to make him crack even slightly.
Your gasp quickly tapers off into a moan as Bo pulls you into his lap completely, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply before groaning out,
“Fuck. You smell so good. Good enough to goddamn eat and lookin’ just as delicious.” Your body flushes with pure heat as you shiver at the visual his words give you and the throb in your core follows. Without missing a beat, Bo’s grabbing your hips, grinding dazedly up against your wet clothed cunt. A pleasured moan shoots from your chest; both of you breathing heavily and you try not to be too loud since you two were still on campus.
“Yeah? I got it just for you but,” you pause, struggling to get your words out without moaning through to the way his strong hands felt roaming all over you. Still, you push on.
“We have to go, mmm- our date remember? You said we’d go do some dancin’, plus we’re still on college grounds- ah! At least pull off-!” You were cut off as you felt his hand run smoothly up under your dress, right over your pussy as his other hand locks in your hair and pulls. The sting sends shocks through your and you throb. Bo exposes your chest as he starts lapping and sucking wetly at your cleavage. The harsh sucking of his sultry lips on the top of your tits and neck added with his teasing fingers, has you whining and writhing in his lap in record time, lips parting as you cry out his name.
You were getting carried away.
It all just felt so good.
The way he looked at you, how well he treated you, the way you always wanted each other, the way he just looked so good, so effortlessly-all the time. You’ve only been dating for a few months but being together felt so natural and that’s what really did it for you.
And damn was he fine. It really was starting to become almost impossible for you two to separate.
Logically, you knew you had to because the risk was simply too high. Your campus gossip vine was no joke and if Lisa heard and found out you were sneaking around with her dad after being spotted in his lap kissing like he was a second away from laying you across the dashboard and railing your lights out- she’d kill you and send your ashes somewhere else.
You were both adults but it still felt like a betrayal and you knew that if it ever did get out, you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to keep being with him anymore. Just the thought of breaking up made you feel sick. So, you kiss back just as feverishly. Whining when he sucks your tongue into his mouth, lips molding together again. When his fingers get to swirling those delicious little circles into your clit, you force yourself to pull away just enough to press one final kiss against his swollen lips- moving back altogether and putting a hand on his chest to stop him when he tries to follow you.
By the end of it all you’re both panting, your dress has ridden up almost all the way with your wetness soaking through the front of his slacks where you were seated tightly against him. Darkening hickeys are scattered all over your chest; shining with his saliva, and he was no better off. Bo was sweating- so hard he was straining against said pants and his hair was in all kinds of disarray with your lip tint smeared all over his face and jaw.
You both look at the each other’s handiwork, breaking out into almost embarrassed but happy smiles. Bo takes your hands, holding them delicately in his rougher ones- pressing tender kisses on your knuckles. Holding them to his chest and smiling boyishly up at you and you feel your heart swell with affection as you look at him sweetly.
“Y’really do look lovely. I meant ta say so earlier but you have a way of gettin’ to me.” He confesses so earnestly that you might as well be flying on cloud nine.
“Thank you- you’re just as easy on the eyes yourself”, you purr. Kissing him on the chin with a smile.
“You still wanna go? I’ll go wherever you want but you got a lil’ um..”, he points with his finger, “on your neck..and chest…”
He’s so sweet about it you laugh as you slide back into your seat; feeling around until you hold up your clutch with a light ‘ha!’ Leaning over as you meet in a soft kiss.
“It’s okay, I bought stuff for touch ups.”
“Of course y’did.”
You two finally pull off and you turn on the radio as you fix your makeup and cover the marks. Looking over when you’re done, you admire how fine Bo looks when he’s focused.
You were never a subtle girl. He can feel your eyes burning into him and he grins, chuckling lowly under his breath.
“Y’wantin’ somethin’ from me, pretty?”
God, you love it when he talks to you like that.
“Oh I do. But I know you’ll give it to me later. Right baby?”
He grips your thigh, fingers dancing dangerously close to your pussy when he drawls out,
“Mhmm. Y’can get whatever you want f’me.”
You almost break your neck with how fast you turn to face him, jaw slack at the liquid heat suddenly boiling your blood and you need to calm down. Busying yourself, you take a makeup wipe to clean around his mouth and jaw where you got your lip-stain.
“There. Want me to fix your hair back?” He’s quiet for a beat before he answers,
“No, but thank you princess”. You beam at him and nod, enjoying the music before he asks you if you plan on putting the hurt on him too bad tonight.
“Depends…”, you answer vaguely but he’s all too familiar with your brand of dog and pony. Turning your chin with his index finger at the next red light, he turns to whisper against your lips.
“Oh yeah? On what?” He watches you swallow as his own blood starts to rush.
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