˚₊· When her best friend finds out she’s an anal slut…
ೀ⋆｡˚ CW—: NSFW, no genuinely please be careful reading this because I wrote this in rebellion to the lack of non vanilla Enhypen smut, fem!reader, mentions of drinking and alcohol, ur both in college, non!idol au, best friends to lovers, cursing, tension, bickering, teasing, kissing, smut, refers to ur p✩ssy as ‘she’ and ‘her’, f♪ngering, hair pulling, an✩l, spanking, p✩ssy spanking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, teaspoon of humiliation, drooling, this entire thing gets wet and messy tbh, begging, dom! leaning Riki, he’s a cheeky asshat about it though, biting, an✿l play, hick♪es, making out, he’s kinda feral, but it’s not his fault he’s just a bit obsessed, hand k♪nk, finger sucking, thigh-job, dirty talk seriously😭, he respects women you two are just freaked out, with that being said— cl♪t bullying, he literally fucks the lashes off you, possible size ki♪nk, multiple ✿rgasms, squ♪rting, one of which happens an✿lly, u like butt stuff and he likes ur butt, petnames, Heeseung dada cameo, hand kisses, cuddling and casual confessions, aftercare, FLUFF at the end
₊·—̳͟͞͞ ꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱— Pairings— A Chrome Hearts boy and his high maintenance best friend that looks like the song “Love Potions”.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚wc. 6.7k (sorry)
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ A/N>>> Please read the tags carefully. English is not my first language. So sorry if this is bad and if there’s any mistakes. Also, this was HELL to edit so any hate and ur fav will be next 😾
A/N.pt2– I wasn’t gonna say anything but it’s getting a bit— if ur gonna reblog, say something comment or something😭like I’m alr embarrassed😭💔
“Bullshit! You’re lying!” You gasp, leaning up off Riki just enough to smack his arm, your lips parted in a buzzed smile.
“Swear on Jay’s life I’m not! And any guy that tells you otherwise is lying!”
After hell week of classes, this is just what you needed. Fruity drinks, ridiculous conversation, and much missed downtime as music plays loudly in the background while your other friends drift about just as (if not more) plastered than you.
It wasn’t necessarily rare for you to be at parties but it was for Riki as he was always the more introverted one in your friendship. Not like anyone would be able to point that out as fact right now if they payed attention to you two tucked away on the couch as he passionately pleads his case.
Usually instead of drinking out, he’d rather drink in. It was simpler that way. Nobody trying too hard, nobody misconstruing everything and anything he’d say— just you, his interests and his peace. How you managed to drag him out with you tonight is a mystery that will remain unsolved.
The smell of his cologne and one too many shots permeates the warm air and the faith you have in your dress is nothing short of astounding as you fold one of your legs under you, the other resting on top of Riki’s foot while he finishes your drink for you— scrunching his nose before smacking his lips.
“Too sweet.” You stick your tongue out at him before swiping his drink— downing the bitter liquid out of spite.
To others, you both probably come off as more than what you are because of how close you are. Touchy enough to raise more than a few eyebrows. You aren’t though and you two never have been , it’s just how things have always been— it’s the way you’ve always been.
Close.
You both learned to ignore the stupid questions and side eyes from a society that just didn’t understand. Assumptions that because you’re both hot and tall and are basically always together that you must be fooling around.
You weren’t.
Comfort plus proximity shouldn’t be demanded to equal sex.
Cutting Riki off with a dramatic groan, you stand by your own argument.
“I’m saying guys who don’t have one exist! And that style is completely valid.” Scoffing, he doesn’t say anything for a few beats, content with massaging your leg hes pulled into his lap. Your head starts to swim as you lean back against the couch.
You’re not giving a second thought to the warm rings on his fingers wrapped around your calf, Riki’s thumb stroking your ankle absentmindedly. So used to his touch that you don’t even flinch. He’s never given you reason to. Just when you think you should’ve ate more before drinking so much, he asks— low voice full of curiosity and something that could be dangerous; plump lips tilted in a lazy grin.
“Then do you have one?”
“Huh?”
Riki laughs, jerking his chin up at you. “You heard me. Do you have one? A thing.”
In the long course of your friendship, you’ve talked about everything. Anything. Even the nothing in between but this was uncharted territory. It was also fun. The sudden intensity has your nerves going haywire— making you almost giddy as another drunken giggle spills out of you.
“Why do you wanna know?” Riki shrugs.
“Following your logic so humor me.” You roll your eyes as if contemplating before shaking your head at him, barely holding back a smile at the way he honest to god pouts.
“Come on! Pleaaasee? I’ll be your best friend?” You snort at that and the sound widens the grin on Riki’s lips, hands moving more incessantly as he whines and whines until you give in.
Motioning him closer with pretty nails that he paid for, he comes. Breathing in the sugar of your perfume as blown eyes stare into his lidded ones. The sound of partying around you has you dropping your voice to a conspiring whisper against his parted lips with how close to you he is.
He’s pretty. You think not for the first time but anyone with eyes can tell that Riki Nishimura is objectively gorgeous.
“Promise not to tell anyone?”
Still, nothing more than platonic interest as he nods, face flushed from the alcohol, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he whispers back,
“Yeah. ‘S our secret.”
Taking a deep breath that’s more his air than your own, you tell him.
“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”
Your smile is way too bright for what just came out of your mouth and more importantly, you two shouldn’t even be having this conversation as hammered as you are and yet—
Riki chokes, brows raising higher by the second. Jaw dropped like he can’t believe it once what you said truly registers. Looking you over one more time and he realizes he definitely can. “You ever done it before?” You shake your head no as the playful atmosphere shifts.
Heated but not quite on fire.
“Then what do you like so much about it if you’ve never done it?” His focus is completely zeroed in on you and it’s intense. Shifting to feign some sort of normalcy, you reach up to play with his hair.
“I mean I’ve done— have toys and stuff but I guess I just like the completely taken-ness of it? Of someone fucking both of my holes because they own both of my holes and—“,
“Because you’re a slut and you’d let them?” The low rasp is whispered directly in your mouth and the sharpness of the jab short circuits you. Riki’s called you names before and you never minded but the way he was doing it now made you want.
Earliers warmth begins to simmer low in your stomach, temperature rising. Still, you beam back at him, shameless as ever as you bat pretty lashes.
“Exactly. You know me so well.” Burying his face into your neck, he growls in your ear— rough and primal and you gasp; holding his shirt that much tighter. Moving to look into your eyes again, this time it’s there.
Neither of you say anything.
Riki’s head is still reeling from inebriation and the image of you fucking your asshole with toys you bought and never told him about while you’re fighting unconsciousness with wet panties and a content smile when—
“Yo, Niki!”
Turning his head, his friend James walks in the room. He notices the position you’re in but doesn’t say anything because he’s long since come to terms with the fact that you two aren’t like that. To him it’s unbelievable because if he had a pretty girl best friend with great style and an even better ass, he’d be all over that but to each their own.
“We’re about to go get into a couple rounds of flip over, wanna be on my team?”
Riki breaks into a grin. “I’m there, hold on”, he turns to you; kissing both your cheeks until you whine in tired irritation, pushing his face away.
“There she is— where’s your phone?” You’re ready to pass out or pee but you’re nice enough to reach inside your dress and hand him your cell before you do. Typing in your password, he sends a quick text to your other close friend Esther telling her to come pick you up because you’re clearly done for the night.
Meanwhile, his other friend Heeseung has also come to see what the hold up is as Riki helps you to your feet.
“Hey— I’m gonna go play a few games with the guys but Esther is on her way to come pick you up. Be good, okay baby?” You pout, clearly displeased by the very one sided choices made.
“I’m leaving?” Riki puffs out an amused laugh.
“Yes, I’d take you home but I’ve been drinking too so it’s not safe.” Another huff, this time you push your hair back too, lashes fluttering sweetly as you whine out,
“But I haven’t even been fucked yet.” James head snaps up, jaw dropped at the same time Riki’s eyes widen but Heeseung is quicker than the both of them, moving to you with his lips curved in an entirely too tempting smile.
“I could definitely do that for you if you’d like baby—“,
“Hmm! And that’s enough”, Riki cuts in and has you over his shoulder in record time. Sending a look to Heeseung that says ‘don’t push it’.
“Life already has her covered in that department— slow music and everything but thanks.” Walking out of the room, you wave bye to Heeseung. Wasted, tits threatening to come out any second and missing an earring while your dress has ridden up to the point where your bare ass cheek is on Riki’s jaw and Heeseung?
He waves back.
A couple minutes later Esther is there to get you, you go home while Riki stays and your earlier moment is forgotten as a fireball induced episode.
Weeks go by.
You two still hang out, you still go shopping, Esther still tells you you can ditch him at any time to bump coochies eternally with her but Riki still hasn’t forgotten what you told him that night you were so drunk that you swore you were 30 feet tall. The way you looked, the way you smelled— glossy lips parted in a devastating smile as you whispered,
“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”
Sends blood to his dick every time. It’s like your voice haunts him along with that short strapless dress and the soft plumpness of your ass when you were hoisted over his shoulder. Hes reluctant to admit that he did not like Heeseung or anyone hitting on you for that matter. Which is strange because you’ve told him about your hookups before and he’s mentioned a few of his own but he’s never seen you in that way so why?
He thinks he’s subtle trying to figure it out but he’s not.
In other words, you notice.
Riki has always had a staring problem but these days it’s become a chronic condition of his. Not just the staring but the touching.
He’s always touched you, but now he touches you like he’s looking for something, large hands constantly feeling over you. Palming your thighs, waist, neck, shoulders, hips and even your ass before smoothing up your back.
Stepping back a bit so you can look at him, the silent pressure baring down on you from the weight of his stare is unnerving.
“Niki”, you swallow down your nerves, “Is everything okay?”
You two just got back to his place from the mall, there was a new drop he wanted to get and you needed a place to show off your newest heart-shaped heels. And it had been nice but something just felt stilted.
You don’t know it but looking into your eyes, all he can picture is you on all fours playing with both your holes as you writhe dazed and needy trying to cum.
He’s touching you again, standing so close he can count the glitters scattered on your skin from your perfume. Wordlessly, he pulls you back into the hug, face buried in your throat. You shiver when he inhales, warm breath tickling you as you cautiously return the embrace. He’s touchy but he’s normally not so…clingy. Maybe something happened that he’s not ready to talk about? Or maybe it’s just been a rough wee—
“I like this top.” He mumbles, fingers brushing the hem of your arguably indecent shirt. That was just your style though. Where he was baggy, you were skimpy.
“Thanks—“,
“Like the skirt too. Where’d we get it?”
“Ed Hardy.”
“Mmm…”
Now, you’re worried.
“Okay— what’s up?” Moving back again, you’re quick to put out your hand to keep the distance when he tries to move in again.
“What are you talking about?” He’s immediately defensive. You huff.
“I mean what’s with you?” Riki stays quiet so you persist. “You’ve been so… I don’t know— weird lately. Like there’s something you’re holding back and I know”, you keep going but louder when he opens his mouth to speak, “I know I’m a lot of things but I am not dumb.”
He calls your name but you’re so fed up you’re shaking. You know that he knows how much you hate being purposefully kept in the dark.
“What is it you aren’t telling me?” Your faces crumples when he stays silent, shaking his head.
“Do you not want to be friends with me anym—“,
“No!” You jump at his sudden volume, some of the hurt easing off your face and you let him pull you in again, dropping his head on your shoulder. Overly aware of the way he can’t seem to keep off of you.
He breathes out something like a tired laugh, low and raw with hunger.
“Baby.”
Your breath hitches.
“Do you really not remember?” Goosebumps break out along your arms when you feel him nose up your jaw to your ear, kissing it with all the slow heat of a starved hellhound finally allowed to eat. Your voice comes out shaky, nothing like yourself as your heart pounds wildly.
“R-remember wh—“,
“Exactly.” What little bit of your bearings you were trying to gather scatter again when you feel tongue, sloppy and hot lapping at your throat before plump lips suck at your jaw.
“And here it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
It’s like being struck by lightning, how fast arousal burns through you. Igniting every nerve with a wicked heat. You squirm, trying to fight the way you’re actively melting against your best friend of all people. Riki groans when you say his name. A breathy, confused little thing that has him chubbing up in his pants.
“That night”, he pauses to breathe you in again. Moving like he’s drunk— he’s all over you, “At Suihiro’s party”, you admittedly remember close to nothing about that night but wait for him to continue.
“You told me you like getting your ass fucked.”
Your central system drops. Malfunctions more like.
“I— t-that’s—“, words scramble and fall apart on your tongue. So much was happening. This is your best friend. Why does he know about one of your more taboo fantasies? You’ve talked about sex but for the most part kept it brief.
This shouldn’t be happening but it is.
You shouldn’t be letting it but you are.
Nothing’s changed right?
He’s the same best friend that’s seen you wax your stomach and free-bleed when you were at the end of your rope during your period. You’ve seen him snot cry over his first kiss accidentally being a guy instead of the girl he was nuts about when you were in 8th grade.
You were the first to defend him in anything. The first to include him when he was excluded and the only to stand by him when he’d get exiled as the quiet weird kid until he developed and got hot. Then suddenly all his imperfections were chic.
You were there for each other through it all.
“It’s okay”, he purrs, hands greedily kneading your waist before smoothing up your sides, thumbs caressing just below your breasts.
“I’m not making fun of you— I think it’s hot too.”
More wet kisses rain down on any skin he can reach, mouth open and ravenous when he slots it against yours. It’s filthy, your tongues sliding and curling around each other while you hang onto him like your life depends on him.
Riki’s lips feel so good on yours it leaves you breathless. Ridiculously plush lips pull and suck at yours and the pleading moan you sigh into his mouth drives him off the edge of reason. He needs to have you.
One hand leaves your waist to grab the hair at the back of your head, holding you harder to his mouth as he moves his head to deepen the kiss, sucking on your tongue until you feel it in your clit and distantly it dawns on you.
You’re wet.
“Niki…”, you breathe. Barely more than a whimper but the pure need in it has him sliding off your lips with a harsh suck.
Panting against his mouth, he rests his forehead against yours, swallowing your taste as he breathes in another lungful of you. The fingers wound in your hair tighten, making you bare your throat and the even the sting feels good.
“Fuck, don’t say my name like that”, starving eyes take in the picture you make. Eyeliner starting to smudge because of your teary eyes, lip color smudged to all hell on your kiss-swollen lips, stiff nipples poking through your shirt.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy”, surging to your mouth again, Riki kisses you until the breath you inhale— he exhales. He kisses you with the encompassing desperation of the voice screaming in his head mine, mine, mine.
“Thought about you for weeks”, he confesses. “Please,”, kissing his way back down your throat, teeth grazing your pulse, holding his tongue flush to it long enough to feel every quickened beat. He’s never been this out of his mind and he can’t seem to stop and what’s worse?
You don’t want him to.
“I want to sooo bad— but only if you want to-“, you cup his face to slow him down a little, ground him even though yes, you do want to but it’s affection. Affection from you. Don’t you know what that does to him? Picking you up, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
Your eyes widen when you feel how hard he is but Riki doesn’t pay it any mind, too busy sucking countless bruises into your neck. Moaning high and needy when his full lips brush over that spot that makes you shiver.
“Niki…” you start but in all honesty you don’t know where to. You can’t believe you missed the budding attraction between you two. How one little spark could turn into a house fire.
“Yeah, pretty? M’here.”
And he wasn’t making things easier for you.
“You’re— hard…”, voice trailing off almost shyly but to him it’s cute. You’re normally so bold, cheeky and now? Raising his head level to yours he smiles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Of course I’m hard— been hard for weeks. Ever since you told me that you like to fuck yourself, toys and all in—“, another slot of heat slams through you so strongly it makes you gasp, slapping a palm over his mouth before he can finish.
“Riki Nishimura!”
The smug look doesn’t go away as you slowly move your hand, silently daring him to run his mouth one more time. He doesn’t have to, you do it for him when that last bit catches up.
“Wait, I told you about the toys?” He shouldn’t revel in your obvious embarrassment so much but your reactions were so, so good. Instead, he simply nods, going back to smooching slow, heated kisses up your jaw.
“And the worst part is you don’t even need ‘em”,
“I’ll fuck you wherever you want, baby.” His voice is coated with honey, sweet enough to make you dissolve into him like a sugar cube in tea. Shifting you in his hold, he grinds against your pussy. The wet fabric clings deliciously to your clit, a perfect friction that has you keening needily into his mouth.
“Jus’ gotta let me…”, Riki drags your bottom lip out with his teeth before letting go, kissing it when it pops back into place and blood roars in your ears. Then, you’re nodding. Handing over your willing and eager consent to the one person you thought you’d never get with.
Faster than you can keep track of, you’re thrown over a shoulder and then on top of a bed.
Riki moves fast.
Clothes fly.
First his, then yours. You can’t help the way you stare— from his pretty face down the toned contours of his body and the tattoo he wound up getting of your lips one night when a friend of yours asked if you two were dating.
“She’s my best friend, no we’re not a couple.” When he got asked why not, you simply bent down, lifted Riki’s shirt and pressed your lips tight against the flat of his pelvis. Winking at him when you were done, you pranced off with the next dummy that wouldn’t last a week with you.
His friend was stunned but Riki was all too used to it.
“Too busy being a sex symbol.” Shooting him a sleazy grin, he points to your fresh lipstick. “See?”
Your eyes trail lower to the concerningly large bulge; whining low in your throat when you imagine it inside you. Pulling Riki to your lips he’s practically falling over to kiss you. Lips move firm against each other, fruity smelling breath coasts across his mouth in hot puffs making him groan.
He’s so hard.
The low sound rouses something inside you as you lick across the seam of his mouth, taking his bottom lip in your own mouth; sucking before pulling away with a wet moan— looking up at the remnants of Riki’s sanity with hazy ‘fuck me’ eyes.
Oh it’s like that?
Wordlessly, Riki flips you onto your stomach, ignoring your indignant huffs as he arches your back nice and high— ass perfectly displayed. The sight makes him groan, brows furrowed in restraint. Your cunt looks good enough to eat, darkened fabric hugging your pussy lips because of how soaked you are.
“Damn, look at her— so sloppy f’me…”
Your breath stutters so hard you choke, cunt clenching around nothing when you feel him drag your underwear down your trembling thighs. Partially because of nerves and because you know any moment now, he’ll see it. And he does.
Right when he deepens your arch, hips tilting when he catches a glimpse of it.
There, above your sopping wet pussy is your other hole and snug inside is a crystal clear plug. Your hole is stretched around it, giving your asshole the prettiest fucking gape but what really gets him is the sound you make when he tugs it juuust a little.
Riki freezes, cock twitching almost violently.
Slick drips steadily out of you now, making a mess on his sheets when he does it again, feeling the way your hole grips the intrusion.
“You really are a little anal slut”, squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head no against the pillows but the proof is right in front of him.
Cooing, Riki cracks a heavy hand down on your ass and you jerk— bleating out a sharp cry as he does it again to your opposite cheek. The pain feels so good. Your watery eyes glaze over while your swollen pussy leaks.
“No? Then why is she so wet, baby?” You don’t have an answer and you both know why.
“Has this been in the entire time?” It’s too embarrassing to say. Makes you feel called out, exposed— like a pervert but you don’t wanna stop.
Riki keeps you spread and arched for him as he brings his hand lower, flicking your clit with a sudden brutal kind of precision as you scream. You know what you have to do if you want him to ease up but you stay silent until the flicks turn into slaps— sharp, direct and punishing on your poor nub.
The sounds are disgusting.
Sloppy and vulgar and everything that’s been consuming him as he watches you smear your makeup drooling into his pillow. Heat flashes inside you in waves, smashing your sense onto the shores of shameful desperation.
More slaps hail down on your puffy folds when you don’t respond, strings of your wet slick stick to his hand every time he brings it down on you. On one particularly harsh hit, his warm ring catches on your clit nearly sending you into convulsions as you break— voice wrecked and pathetic.
“Mmmph— y-yesss! Fuck me, yess-! s’ been in the whole time”, your voice cracks in a way that sounds nothing like you as you beg. “Please— Niki!”
The hand between your thighs goes from punishing to rewarding, swirling your clit in nasty circles. You’re so wet it’s obscene, audible. Riki presses himself flush to your back, biting the mark he left over your pulse hard enough to make you writhe while your pussy cries all over his hand.
You spread your legs wider when he backs up a bit just to look at you. Asshole stuffed, folds swollen and enflamed after being spanked raw, slick dripping in rivulets because your cunt is still empty as you present yourself for him so prettily.
“Look at you”, his timbre pours over you like warm velvet. “She’s drooling so much— s’like she’s starving.”
His other hand smooths up the soft curve of your ass, tracing the base of your toy before tugging— the first flared ball pops from your rim and the result is instantaneous.
He watches your pussy convulse, spasming tight around nothing at the same time your clit throbs against his fingers as he strums the overstimulated nub faster. The cry that comes out of you is visceral, hardly passable as cute to your own ears but you’re so lost in the depravity of pleasure that how it all looks doesn’t matter.
“Such a messy little slut.”
And shoves it right back in, the force of pressure felt through that gooey spot near your bellybutton and for a second you think he’s killed you.
Your entire body locks before exploding. Eyes rolling back, drool pooling beneath your cheek as white-hot pleasure overtakes you. A wet noise between a moan and a scream belts from your chest before ending in a sob of his name seconds before your pussy starts to gush and he moans with you. Biting his lip at the absolute scene you make.
“Thaaats my good fuckin’ girl…”, he hisses through clenched teeth. “Pissing cum all over me, just what we needed, yeah baby?” Jesus fuck.
You wail. Riki doesn’t stop.
So you keep cumming. Harder than you ever have— hard enough to make your head begin to hurt, legs shaking as you begin to cry in earnest, fat tears streaking your once perfect makeup. Every wracked sob is met with a burning heavy spank. When you try to get away, move up the bed to catch some type of break, large fingers wind around your neck to hold you in place.
“C—“, your voice cracks. “Came already! M’ done!”
Riki hums, as if contemplating the validity of your statement before fucking two fingers in your empty hole with a damningly loud squelch. She immediately tightens, sucking his fingers like it’s exactly what she was crying so much for and he can feel it.
The way she clenches in greedy pulses.
Scoffing out a condescending laugh through his nose, he grinds the heel of his palm on your still throbbing clit.
“No you’re not, not even close but you’re gonna be good for me until I say you are. Okay?”
And you nod. Because you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you and he knows that.
You’d always let him.
Times when you were out together with your friends and you’d get overwhelmed and ask to be alone and when they’d leave he’d stay because he knew you’d let him. The constant in your life.
The constant exception.
You’ve loved him since day one.
You gasp when he twists his fingers inside your sappy walls and his name escapes your lips needy and unbidden. Draping himself over you, he’s there— leaning over to meet you in another wet kiss. Shudders wrack your body as he licks into your mouth, tongue undulating against yours in the nastiest movements and more heat washes over you making you twitch around him as you get wetter.
There’s 3 fingers now, stretching you out something utterly sick. Chest heaving, there’s no time to catch your breath when his thumb is back on your clit— strumming in mean, heady swipes.
You lose it.
Thick, wet trills shred your throat— pressure building until you can’t take it. Riki watches you fall apart again for him, hypnotized by the way your cunt swallows his fingers. His entire hand is covered in you as your breath quickens. Your raw, teary sobs has his cock aching as they take on another pitch entirely. “You— fuck-! ‘S always you!”
Something darker than possessiveness rolls over him at your confession, pupils widening with a frightening kind of hunger when he curls his fingers— knuckling into that gooey spot that turns you to static as you drool.
You were so lovely like this—sweaty and overwhelmed. All for him; pretty face contorted in agonizing bliss as you cum with spread legs in his lap— drenching you both in your juices. Dipping his head, he takes your mouth in another melty kiss, grinding his leaky erection against your ass, groaning when he feels your slick walls pulsate.
“Gonna cum again, sweetness?” Riki purrs lowly against your lips, lapping a hot swipe across the seam of your open mouth.
Stars dance in your eyes as you nod, letting out a weak hiccuping sob of what you hope sounds like confirmation. Heat coils tight and thick in your center— consuming you in its raw bliss. “Words baby, the ones you love mouthing off t’me with.”
Immediately, indignation sears across your face as you shake your head to deny it. Pointless because it’s true. You have a smart mouth— always had a smart smooth and because he’s always around you, he usually catches the worst of it. Riki hums, brow raising in mock belief.
“No? That couldn’t have been you”, he concedes, really fucking into your g-spot now as he fucks your sopping cunt with a vicious precision. “Not when all it takes to get you so sweet and obedient is a stuffed asshole and someone touching your crybaby pussy right?”
Oh god. He’s trying to kill you.
“You’re a good girl as long as you get these greedy holes fucked, yeah?”
“Y-yeah.. ‘m your good girl.”
A clear slot of arousal soaked in satisfaction, settles in his gut before pooling out, leaving him scorching from the inside out.
Thrusting harder, he switches from the heel of his hand to thumb— treating your clit like a fidget toy; moving the plug in tandem, your puffy rim squeezing and stretching. It’s entirely too much, your skin practically vibrating when he starts to batter that spot that has your teary eyes rolling all the way back.
Squirming, your swiftly approaching end is so piercing you don’t know what to do with yourself. Watery babbles pour from your swollen, spit-soaked lips, trying so hard to listen.
Riki hisses as you tighten like a vice, creamy squelching from your pulpy cunt echo in a spine tingling harmony with your moans.
You’re on cloud nine, body one raw nerve from the pleasure but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder; veiny forearms bulging as he works you stupid. “Just like that, pretty. We needed this sooo bad..” He breathes out, voracious want in his voice and you push out a hoarse cry.
“I know,” his low voice cooes— your toes point and relax as your body is submerged in wave after wave of numbing euphoria; your best friend watching you go brainless in real time.
“Can’t believe you thought I didn’t wanna be friends anymore…”
The idea of him ever leaving you before was ridiculous but especially now. Enamored with the lewd way your stuffed hole stretches around his fingers, clit fat with arousal, the next heavy strums are personal. “I wanna be everything, pretty girl”, you can hardly breathe anymore, mouth open in a choked wail as his thick digits pummel you.
“And you, gorgeous”, leaning over you again, he kisses you feverishly— filling your mouth with tongue as you suck on the wet muscle. Riki growls, letting you get your fill until he pulls away with a wet slop.
“You’re gonna cum for me.”
He slams your plug in to the hilt so he can hold you still; broad hand snapping around your windpipe to hold you to the bed— make you take it while he talks you right off the edge.
Truth is you couldn’t hold it if you tried. The first wave has your stomach caving. Ecstasy— brighter than you’ve ever known it burns a hole straight through your gut as you spin the fuck out.
Convulsing, grunting— the simmering heat boils over you and you cum so hard the sounds coming from you aren’t even human. Raw. Unfiltered. Ugly—as Riki fucks you through it making your empty head spin at the effortless way he holds you down.
“Yeahhh baby”, he husks lowly, “Let her make her slutty mess f’me..”
It’s hell at this point.
Every nerve seems to grow teeth, you feel like you’ve been dunked in lava as he crooks his fingers juuust right into that melty nook; your jaw drops in a silent scream— mind blank as he chokes you out with his thick fingers so deep you erupt.
The sound of your gushing pussy sets his blood alight so wickedly it borders on sickening. You’re too gone to notice as you squirt all over him. Letting go of your throat to bully your clit, the headrush intensifies your sensitivity. Utterly torn wails stream from your mouth when Riki strums the flat of his fingers fast over your pulsating bundle of nerves. “Keep cumming, gorgeous— squirt yourself to a headache f’me.”
You’re shaking, incoherent— countless orgasms bleeding into another as you burst. It’s unending. It’s hedonistic.
He doesn’t care and you don’t either.
He’s suffered wanting you and know he knows you want him too. You don’t know how long of a time you’re in for.
Fingers spread you out as he thrusts away, other hand beating your clit with light spanks. You don’t know if you’re dying or going crazy but it’s addictive— Riki. Your Niki. Indulging you and owning you until you break.
The sobs and cries turn positively shrill when he snatches your plug all the way out. Cursing loud when he watches how your asshole stays open like something’s in it even though she’s empty— used rim twitching as she gapes deliciously.
You’re nothing but a hoarse, broken down sob as you cum again from the continued stimulation— miserably soaking you both in your release as you gush deliriously, finally collapsing boneless on his sheets.
Panting, you try to catch your breath when wet fingers tap your lip. On autopilot, you suck them into your mouth, tongue curling around each one under Riki’s molten gaze.
“That’s it, clean yourself off my fingers like a good fucktoy.”
His rasped words send another twinge to your overstimulated pussy.
You’ve pretty much lost your voice at this point but he still hears when you ask,
“Gonna fuck me now?”
Slow kisses follow down your sweat slick spine, his fat tongue following the sheen and he hums at the taste of you. Before he can answer your hands are on your ass, spreading yourself and letting him get a good look at your sloppy, abused holes.
Riki’s mind goes blank.
You keep talking. Any lingering shyness having left sometime when he had you coming in rotation.
“Y-You,” you choke out, breath coming in short pants, “Every time I’d sit in your lap I-I wondered—what it would be like.” You look into Riki’s eyes, pretty eye makeup ruined, black streaks down your cheeks— even your falsies had come off but damn it all, you’ve never looked lovelier.
“You’re so big, Ki.”
And for the second time since he’s known you, Riki’s mind goes completely blank.
Raising your hips, he eyes the way you clench your thighs. Suddenly remembering something unfortunately important, he holds you still against him— sliding his flushed cock through the tiny hole at the apex of your thighs. Riki drops his head to your shoulder with a pained groan feeling syrupy wetness coat his length. Along with your clit throbbing against him and you whine when he doesn’t move.
“Inside”, you plead but it kills him to tell you—
“I don’t have any condoms on me, baby”.
The way you look back at him, like the waterworks are about to start any moment because you’re not getting the rest of what you want is as endearing as it is heartbreaking.
Rushing to console you, he adds,
“I know we’re both clean but you’re not on the pill either, sweetheart.” Fuck he’s right.
Shoving your face into the pillow with your lashes on it, you scream out a frustrated cry. Still, his hands roam all over your heated body, trying to think through the arousal deepening the red of his very blood to come up with a safe, suitable alternative but he can’t resist.
Rocking his hips through the tight space between your thighs. The hot friction against your clit is heavenly with the soft fat of your warm thighs squeezing his cock— your shaky sigh makes his ears perk up. Running his fingers down your back to your perfect ass, thrusting faster as she slobbers more each time his fat head catches on your engorged clit.
Taking your hand fisting the sheets, he raises it to his lips— kissing the back of it so reverently it makes your heart stutter. He leans down after and kisses you like he loves you because he does. Bossy, shameless and critical, easy when the mood struck you and more understanding than people would ever give you credit for but his. Difficult and teasing in short clothes— but his.
And you were close.
You’re getting close, this time with him. You were already so sensitive and he’s pent up with weeks of you running through his mind naked in every position imaginable. You writhe against him restlessly when he presses his pelvis flush to your ass, glancing below to look at his pretty dick— glistening with pre and you.
Riki goes faster as you throb against each other. Drenched, filthy and wrecked.
“Next time”, he rasps- voice ragged with promise. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
Fingers brush the entrance of your pussy to your ass, circling more wetness along the rim— Riki moaning at the way you jolt, begging hole winking at him.
You’re a lunatic. You must be. That’s the only excuse you can think of when you use the one good deep breath you’ve been able to catch to say—
“I-I can’t wait”, you swallow. “Want you to ruin both your holes.” He already was going to but you just pushed up the deadline.
“You have no idea, baby. Gonna fuck you so stupid, just how you like.”
Your breath catches in that whiny bleat it does when you’re at your limit— it makes his balls ache when suddenly you’re creaming. The milky white painting his cock like gloss and it fucks him up so badly that he’s cumming right after.
Teeth sinking into your neck, molten cum spurts out in fat chords, thick and heavy and so much— frothy streams that just don’t stop, pumping in sopping grinds that nuzzle your slippery folds and the sensation makes you purr.
“Fuckin’ milking me— damn…”
The aftermath is hot. The lean muscle of Riki’s body, covered in each others release— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it. The rush of adrenaline leaves your head dizzy, falling flat on your stomach with Riki on top of you.
You don’t mind the weight, in fact you welcome it. Humming with a delighted, thoroughly exhausted sigh. Closing your eyes, you feel him pepper kisses along your shoulders, kissing your cheek with a tenderness you rarely get to witness so earnestly. He was sweet like that.
“I like you. Let me be your boyfriend.”
And demanding.
Sleepily, you shrug— not even trying to hide your grin.
“Sure, I’d love to.” You peek an eye open at the stunned expression on his face.
“Don’t look so surprised, you know I love you.” For someone who was saying the raunchiest shit to your face only minutes ago with no shame whatsoever, now blushing because you just told him you love him back is—
“I know, I love you too just—“, you cut him off with a dramatic gasp.
“Then why’d you say you only like me?”
“I was trying to be nonchalant!” It’s so ridiculously him that you can’t help but beam, flipping over to hug him properly and he holds you just as tight; burying his face in your naked chest.
“Whatever, you’re my girlfriend now— no take backs.” A bubbly laugh shoots out of you as he scoops you up, heading to the bathroom so you can clean up— sighing contently in his arms while you agree.
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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