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#help not suga mama by beyonce started playing while i was writing this
thetypingpup · 2 months
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now i'm thinking about rover!au seonghwa thanks anon
thinking about you being the one to smoke him out for the first time. you rolled the blunt for him, showing him how it's done, and showed him how to smoke. and as fun as it is to smoke with you, the first time you shotgunned him, he swears he's never felt anything so euphoric. the warmth of your lips, the sharp heat of the smoke passing through your lips, the way you fucking moaned when your lips met his. he couldn't help it. as soon as he exhaled, his tongue slipped out to caress yours, desperate to taste the sweetness beneath the earthen bitterness of the weed, and you laugh softly at his eagerness. the zippers on his jacket jingled noisily as he slipped into your lap. he moaned into your mouth, grinding down onto your lap, hands gently resting on either side of your face. with one hand you held onto the blunt, taking more hits just to give him more smoke to inhale. your other hand rested on his waist, sneakily sliding down to his ass, loving the way he whimpered when you grabbed it.
thinking about you being the one to leave those lipstick marks on his neck, imprinting hues of deep berry and bright red onto his skin, choosing a different glossy shade every time just to see how it shines on his skin. you lace your fingers in his hair, taking in his look of dazed desperation before yanking his head back, fully exposing his neck. with his hands by his sides, grasping whatever he can grab, he lets you paint a portrait of passion across his throat, your lipstick intertwined with the hickeys you leave. all you'd have to do is nod to him with lidded eyes and he takes the hint, shrugging off his jacket and slipping off his shirt, giving you an even larger expanse of his body to mark up. by the time you're done, his neck and chest are completely covered in the marks you left, and his hard cock strains in his pants, desperate for contact.
thinking about you being the one he can't stay away from, the temptress he always comes back to. he can't get enough of you. looking at him, you'd think he'd be the type just wanna fuck, but he's so far gone and desperate he just longs for you to let him eat you out. he longs for you to do whatever you want with him, fuck him and use him for your pleasure, whatever you say. however you want him, wherever you want him, all you have to do is tell him what to do and he's yours.
so when you text him that you want him to come over and smoke him out, that's the fastest he mounts his motorcycle and rides anywhere.
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