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slasherkisss · 4 years

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Could I please request something where bo Sinclair trusts and loves you enough to let you hold down his wrists while to kitten lick his cock, occasionally taking him deep down your throat not letting him cum till you crawl up his body and ride him letting him come deep inside you while whispering how much you live him into his ear — sorry I got carried away do what you please with that 😂love you❤️

[Oh this is just sweet and cUTE DAMN]

Bo hated being naked during sex.

Each time he took you, it was always in a rush. A desperate, hungry carnality to its movements that sent you reeling with surprise as you were pressed up against the nearest surface and eaten alive by your boyfriend. His mouth consumed you and he rutted into you with sleek, demanding motions that would leave you powerless to do anything but moan and wiggle beneath his ministrations. He claimed that it was because his brothers could walk in at any moment. That if they found him (or worse you) naked then neither of you would hear the end of teasing and laughter coming from Lester, or awkward gazes and small tilts of amusement from Vincent.

You couldn’t help but think there was something more to it.

So when you asked him to take his time with you. To take you to bed on a night where Lester was out and Vincent was all but locked away on a project in the basement that he had estimated would take him three days (and you know the man would not remove himself from his workshop until his job was completed). He had no excuse not to now. He had no reason to keep you at arms length but he still hesitated, a light in his eyes a mixture of something vulnerable and angry. Perhaps anger at being vulnerable.

Still he agreed.

Which lead you to where you were now, on your hands and knees at the end of the bed with Bo as naked as you were, his body all but shrunk against the headboard as he refused to look in your eyes. His handsome brow was creased with frustration, but he bit his lip as he refused to trust himself with speaking.

You had seen hints of them before. Of the long, nasty scars that ran circles around his wrists. Of the tables with straps and tight, leathery latches that would dig into his body and leave no room for freedom or frustration. Your constant want to hold them was outweighed by your worry of upsetting Bo. Of bringing him into a mindset that he would rather forget. You often settled for brushing his fingers with yours or pressing his lips against you with a smile.

Now, though, you were... curious. You were worried. You wanted to make it okay.

“Bo...” Your voice drew him from whatever thought he was having as you reached out to him with careful movements, “Can I...?”

He knew what you were asking. He wasn’t stupid and you would never make him out to be, so you waited for the response. When he reached out and let his hand run along the side of your head, your instinct was to lean into it. To smile as he pet your face with those tough, calloused fingers of his. As he gazed steadily at you, he gave a slow nod of acceptance to the unspoken question.

“Go ahead, darlin’.”

You smiled and sighed, sitting up so your hands reached out, touching the top of his biceps before moving down. Your fingers found the skin of his wrists and, though he flinched, he did not move away. He let your fingers explore the textured skin on his body. It was a rough, leathery, and scarred feeling at your fingertips. The texture was so obviously separate from his normal skin that it was almost overwhelming. Each scar was puffed up, one on top of the other, like bracelets welded into his bones.

You ran your thumb along his pulse line, feeling the way his veins beat and his body shuddered under the touch, his dick half hard and twitching for you as you leaned down, keeping his wrists in your grip lightly as you teased the tip of him with a singular kiss.

It was enough to draw a grunt for him. The long lick you then administered from base to tip was enough for a groan. You loved hearing the sounds he made for you. Feeling the way his arms flexed under your gentle grip as you administered another shy kiss to him, you gave him some freedom from the torture as you took the tip of him between your lips and sucked. You felt Bo’s hips buck into you as he cursed, the words of slander falling from his mouth in the most beautiful of ways.

“Damn, Y/N,” Bo all but chuckled as you bravely sunk your lips around half of his thick, ever hardening length, “You got one pretty mouth on you, don’t you?”

You looked up through batted eyelashes at Bo as you admired his face: so flushed with red and twinged with lust that it made you turned on just looking at it. You wouldn’t dare let go of him to touch yourself, though. The privilege of feeling his bare, naked form before you was far too much and far too worth the wait of your orgasm. Instead you focused on taking him deeper and deeper still.

Bo stretched your mouth in the most delicious of ways, his tip touching the back of your throat as you eased the entirety of him into you.

His hips bucked then, the wet hot heat of your mouth overwhelming his senses as his fists clutched the sheets of the bed beneath him and words began to pour from his mouth, incessant and hot things that lowered into a thicker country drawl the more he was turned on:

“God fucking dammit, Y/N. Shit your mouth is so -so fucking tight and hot. Shit, baby you know just how to do it. Yeah - ah- yeah darlin, that’s it, that’s it, keep going~.”

His encouragement almost made you want to do it. To let him cum down your throat and growl a deep, guttural moan of how amazing you were. But you brushed his scars again, a gentle touch that made his breath hitch as the sensitive skin was played with, and changed your mind. You slid off of his cock instead, letting go of the head with a satisfying ‘pop’ before positioning yourself on his lap, your ass grinding into the edge of his erection as you smiled.

“I want you to come inside me,” You whisper to him honestly, your fingers releasing his wrists in favor of running through his disheveled hair. Bo’s eyes dilated until they were nothing but black on white, his jaw setting in a clenched state of awe as a guttural growl reverberated in the edges of his chest.

His hands found your hips with a possessive grip as you lowered yourself down on his cock, feeling him throb eagerly inside of you as you whimpered through the sweet, beautiful stretch. You were happy that you had prepared yourself before hand, making the edges of his cock feel perfectly slick instead of tenderly sore. Bo moaned as he rested his head on your shoulder, his breath against your collar bone as the edges of his nails dug into the globes of your ass, encouraging you with gentle nudges to move and take him as much as you could.

So you did. You rolled your hips sweetly along his cock and gasped at the friction that it brought, throwing your head to the side, you made intentional sounds of delight directly into his ear, making Bo all but whimper beneath you.

“You fill me up so good, Bo,” You moaned into him, “So perfect -fuck- ah I love you so much... Y-You’re so handsome and care for me and a-ahhh~.”

Your praise made him stutter for a moment before his hips moved faster, his dick slammed into your core harder with every word of praise you babbled sweetly out, the nonsensical chants of how amazing he was and how much you loved him overtaking you as you clung to your boyfriend for dear life.

He gripped your ass hard and shoved you onto his dick, stretching you one last beautiful time before you came under his ministrations. Your cries of pleasure sounded at the same time his groans did, his seed spilling into your throbbing hole and leaking beautifully out and around his cock as he slumped back, taking you with him and letting you rest atop his broad chest as you caught your breath, keeping him in you as you relaxed from your orgasm.

The room was quiet as you took your time, tracing patterns along his bare chest. Admiring scars he had gotten from chasing various trespassers and getting hurt by them. He caught them all, of course. He caught each one and no one escape. You were safe. So were his brothers. Bo kept everyone safe with those same hands and wrists that were hurt so bad.

It made your heart hurt.

“... I love you,” You whispered one last time, leaning up to kiss his jaw, “I really do... I... Thank-you for doing this with me. Thank-you for trusting me.”

Bo scoffed and looked away, embarrassed again by your praise, and eventually recovered by leaning down to kiss the top of your forehead, his hand rubbing circles on the small of your back as he sighed gently into you.

“... I... love you too.”

It was the sweetest word you could imagine. And it was yours.

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