Gloom

The two of you were in the bedroom painting quietly, the occasional conversation sparking up.

Jeff glanced at you from time to time, wondering what ideas you were coming up with. You caught yourself catching glimpses of him as well.

It was about time to jump his gun. (IM CRYIN.) He was sitting there looking a lil too fine with no shirt on, and those innocent glances seemed freaky enough for you. You were already half naked in just a bra and shorts, likeeee…

“What’re you making?” You asked curiously.

Jeff didn’t respond for a second. “You’ll see.” Was all he answered with.

Now you *really* wanted to know. His vagueness was intriguing. “I won’t tell you what I’m making either then.” You were lowkey tryna bait him, but whatever.

He simply chuckled. “Alright. We’ll both see when we’re done then.”

After some time passed, you were both finished.

“Ready?” You asked, holding your canvas up, facing you at first.

“Ready.” Jeff gave a small nod, holding his own canvas up.

Once you both turned them around, you weren’t exactly surprised that he painted you and vice versa. It was a common occurrence, but it was always much appreciated.

You smiled and sat up on the bed, wrapping your arms around him, forgetting there was still paint on your hands as they touched his back. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

Jeff set the canvas aside and grabbed your arms gently. “Gettin’ paint all over me.” He didn’t sound upset about it, really.

You looked down at his hands on your arms and saw paint on your skin now.

“You too, dummy.” Dipping your finger in some red paint, you dragged it across his chest. He copied your actions, instead doing it on your stomach. “Now we’re even.”

You laughed and dipped your entire hand in paint this time, now pressing it right on his stomach. “Stop it!”

Now it was Jeff’s turn to press a blue handprint right between your tits. “You stop first!” He laughed along with you.

That soon turned into a dumb ass battle for whatever reason.

Jeff pushed you down on the bed against the pillows, now hovering over you. His paint coated hands gripping your wrists above your head.

“I win.” He announced playfully. You weren’t playing that innocent shit thoooo.

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You bit your lip while looking up at him through your lashes. Pressing your core against his bulge made him instantly understand what was going on.

“Wasn’t tryna—” You cut him off quickly. “I was though.”

You started to grind slow, a soft moan slipping past your lips. This was something so damn serious, you tugged at your wrists, trying to get them out of his grip.

“Let go.” It was more so a demand than a request.

He was already sprung. Never took long for you to get him there. He released your wrists and you wrapped your legs around his waist before changing the position.

You were now sat on top of his lower abdomen. The remaining paint on your hands smeared over his chest as you placed them flat.

“What’s gotten into you?..” Jeff asked with a breathless laugh.

“You in a minute.” (Giggled..)

Some paint stuck to your nails chipped off against his skin as you trailed your fingers down, lightly scratching him. That made him shiver.

He reached up to touch your waist, which you let him, but only for a moment.

“Don’t touch.” You gently pulled his hands away, colorful, faint handprints now on your sides.

Jeff hummed in compliance, though he also sounded a bit frustrated.

You grabbed his jaw and leaned down for a kiss, grinding down on him again. He gripped the sheets as he willed himself to keep his hands away, moaning against your lips.

It didn’t take long for you to lift up slightly to pull his sweats down, slowly rubbing your wet slit on his dick.

“Really can’t touch ya, baby?..” Jeff looked a bit desperate, his voice low, almost above a whisper.

You smiled slightly. “Just relax. I got it.”

You grabbed his dick and positioned it towards your entrance, slipping the tip inside with slight ease. (Ushy gushy 🤤 LMAOO)

It took all of Jeff’s power to not touch you as you slid down on his length. “Fuck, baby…”

You didn’t waste anymore time. The temperature had risen a long time ago and you’d practically been fantasizing about this while watching him paint.

Your hands found his chest again as you slowly lifted up before sinking back down, moaning breathily as he bit his lip, brows knitted together.

The pace picked up, the sounds of your creamy wetness filling the room as you whimpered. (Ewww, heh..)

Your nails dug into his skin. Since he couldn’t use his hands, he lifted up slightly to meet your movements half way.

“Shit…” You were sweating at this point, digging into his skin even harder, causing him to hiss at the painful pleasure.

Both of your movements soon grew uncoordinated. Your hands moved from his chest to his shoulders, gripping tight once he hit the right spot. “Oh, right there!” You threw your head back briefly.

“Right there?..” Jeff kept his strokes at that exact angle.

That was your undoing. You came with a loud whimper and shuddered.

Before he could cum, he pushed you down, your head at the end of the bed as he pulled out and jerked off over your stomach.

Soon, he painted your body with his release.

The two of you were left panting, bodies covered in colorful hues and creamy residues.

It’d been a month or so since you got that long dicking by a random man named Shawn.

To be honest?.. You’d been thinking about going back to that club in hopes to find him again, cuz babyyyy.. ya man wasn’t hitting the spot.

He hadn’t been loosening the screw even before you met Shawn though. Anyway, why hadn’t your dumbass gotten his number? You didn’t know. You’d find his ass though.

Every time you fucked your man, you couldn’t stop thinking about Shawn instead. That was literally the only thing that got you there.

Earlier that day, your man had been tryna feel up on you like dammit.. Just don’t? It made you feel sick. Not the reminder that you cheated, just his dusty ass in general. (LMAO)

Why were you with him again?..

Mini Time Skip

Tonight you were on a mission. This was one of the only times in a month where all your friends could hangout, and you sure as hell didn’t miss when you suggested the club you met Shawn at.

Your ‘man’ was knocked the fuck out. He’d been drinking lately since y’all relationship was going downhill but… fuck that gotta do witchuuuu??

You were in the bathroom doing your hair and glancing at him from time to time. Just sloppy drunk and collecting dust on the fucking bed.

Your phone had been going off. It was only your friends, but they were picking you up, so you tried to hurry it on up.

Once you got in the car, you reminded them exactly which club you wanted to go to. You weren’t playin about this shit.

You looked around the packed club, trying to see if you could spot Shawn. That made you end up in the same spot where you met him, hoping he was there again.

Speak of the devil, because there he was.

He was obviously high again. “‘Member me?” He asked rhetorically while popping his gum. Who could forget him?

“Of course, I do.” You smiled. “You gonna let me give you what you promised?”

Shawn gave a small nod, a sly smirk on his face.

“Gonna leave your friends for lil ‘ol me?” He chuckled. You waved your hand dismissively.

“They’ll see me later.”

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There yo slutty ass was at the same fucking hotel, on your knees, between his legs.

Shawn had a gentle grip on your hair—for now. You were busy undoing his pants as he stared down at you, still lazily popping that gum.

“You been waiting for this, huh?” He asked with a knowing grin. You looked up at him momentarily. No point in denying it, you’d been craving it at this point.

“Sure have.” Your response made him chuckle and grip your hair a bit tighter. “Hurry on up then…”

You pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion, that gloriouuusss dick springing to attention. Your mouth was already watering.

“Man been keepin’ you satisfied?”

That made you roll your eyes. Hell no he hasn’t.

“Not really. No.” Shawn laughed again, his ego was about to burst like a dam. “Thought so.” He mumbled confidently.

You gave the tip an experimental lick, earning a shift in his hips. You wanted it just as bad as he did.

Wrapping your lips around the tip, you started sucking almost immediately, keeping it calm and cute at first. Maybe you’d start humping the floor like a dog in a minute. This shit was overlyyy serious.

Shawn guided your head to take him further, to which you obliged eagerly.

“Been thinkin’ about ya. Lookin’ for ya.” He admitted with a small moan as you ran your tongue across a vein.

“Mhm?” You hummed softly, looking up at him through your lashes. Your hand was placed on his inner thigh so you could lean in closer.

The pace picked up after a couple of minutes, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as you took him all the way before coming back up to give the tip all your attention.

Shawn groaned, his hand coming down to join the other that was already in your hair. “Fuck… Deeper, c’mon. Or am I just too big for you?” He forced you down.

You now had to prove yourself cuz hello?? You gagged softly as his tip kissed your uvula, that made your stomach twist, but you continued.

One hand was on the base of his dick as you pulled back, but not all the way. You stroked him in time with your sucking, your free hand coming up to rub his balls. (Gulp… throat goat!)

Shawn bit his lip and pulled your hand away. “Give it your all, baby. You can do it.” Go big or go home.

You took him all the way again, pulling up to spit a mix of your saliva and his precum on his dick, like a sloppy hoe. (Lmao bye)

Your throat was fucked, but if it didn’t make you wanna grind your pussy on the floor, you don’t know what did.

He forced you down once more. “‘M gonna cum, fuck…” He groaned, now controlling your pace.

“Want me to fill this mouth up, huh? Bet this dick is hittin’ the spot…” Shawn laughed breathlessly. Again, this seemed to be fueling his ego. Which you didn’t mind.

Your eyes watered as you gagged, gripping his thighs for leverage.

Shawn held you down, your eyes squeezed shut as he came with a loud moan. Your panties were soaked and he didn’t even do anything to you.

Once able to pull off completely, you coughed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand after swallowing.

“That good, huh?” Shawn panted right along with you. He pulled you up by the hair to stand.

You stood between his legs, your knees weak, so you held onto his shoulders to stay upright.

“You look a mess.” He snickered.

Your mascara had ran down your cheeks in the process, your cheeks flushed, and your hair was mushed from his hard grip. “I feel a mess too.”

Shawn pulled you down for a kiss, like a freak hoe. It made him feel good to taste himself on your tongue. (Giggled)

“Can tell you ain’t had good dick in a while. Sucked like your life depended on it.”

You hummed softly while rubbing your sore throat in thought. That was definitely true.

“You’re right.” You admitted easily.

“Just be with me instead, baby.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he rested his head against your stomach.

You placed your hands back on his shoulders. “You know I have a man, Shawn…”

Shawn rolled his eyes. “C’mon…” He begged, looking up at you with puppy eyes. (LMAO) “He doesn’t even give this pussy what it wants.” His hand gripped your ass.

You sighed. The infidelity was honestly horrific, but…

“I’ll think about it.” Is all you said.

There wasn’t much to be thought of though, you’d gotten his number the morning after.

You were out the house looking for some inspiration, but for some reason, nothing was coming to you.

The park hadn’t been all that interesting. Usually you’d paint something in nature when you were stuck, but you wanted something more this time.

After walking around town, going to a few shops, there was still nothing? The fuck were you gonna do then… You were having some sort of art block, most likely. You needed to snap out of it in order to do your upcoming assignment.

As you continued walking—not really paying attention as you looked around for anything that *might* just happen to catch your attention—you bumped into a tall man.

“Shit, sorry!” You apologized and took a step back.

“Nah, that’s ok. You alright?” He asked politely. You nodded and looked up. Bingo babyyyy. Muthafuckin jackpot.

This random man was now your muse apparently.

“Alright, have a good day then.” He smiled and started to walk off, but you couldn’t let him get away that easy?

You caught up to him quickly. “Hey, wait!” You called out. He stopped and looked at you. “Talkin’ to me?”

With a nod, you rushed out, “I absolutely love your bone structure!”

There was a small pause and now it seemed like you wanted to collect his bones and put ‘em in a jar or something?

“Oh?.. Well, thank you.” He said softly, though a bit awkward.

You shook your head, waving your hands briefly. “Wait—That came out wrong. I’m an art student and I’ve been looking for something all day to give me inspiration, and you did.”

He smiled with a small nod at the explanation. “Really? That’s pretty cool. I do a ‘lil art here ‘nd there.”

You were glad he did art. Maybe that meant he’d understand you a bit better.

“Oh, nice! Can I use you as a model for my project, please? You’re perfect for it!” You put your hands together, pleading. He simply shrugged. “Don’t see why not.”

“Great, thank you! How much do you want?” You were already about to dig in your purse before he stopped you.

“I don’t need nothing. I swear.”

You were a bit surprised. Didn’t he know he was about to basically be a statue for a few hours?.. and he didn’t want anything out of it??

“Are you sure?” You asked carefully, trying to put at least $50 in his hand.

Jeff pushed the money back. “I’m sure. Promise.”

There was a small back and forth before you finally let it go, though you were reluctant.

Mini Time Skip

You met up with the man and learned his name was Jeff, to which you told him yours.

You two had learned you both shared interests in music as well as painting, it was a nice time overall being around him.

Jeff had took one of your spare easels and started painting with you. It was interesting how intricate his art was, very vibrant and colorful.

After he finished and showed you, you found a new sense of appreciation for him, seeing as though he was so good at the hobby you two shared.

Then it came down to you using him as a model. Jeff tried staying as still as possible, but it was a bit hard when you were sitting your ass in one spot for a few hours, simply collecting dust like a TV. At least there was music playing, that was something.

Once you finished, you showed him and he looked in awe.

“Oh, that’s pretty neat! Can’t believe you sat here and did that…” (This man does say “neat” irl! LOL)

Jeff took the painting and looked it over. “You said this is for a project?”

You nodded, taking it back once he handed it to you. “Mhm. I needed a male model but I had art block, so I was walking around but couldn’t find anything that inspired me. Until I bumped into you, that is.”

Jeff smiled softly. “Well, thanks for seeing something in me.” You returned the smile.

“And thank you for being so patient. Maybe we could hangout again sometime?”

Today just wasn’t your muthafuckin day, apparently.

You’d been irritated throughout the entire day for no reason, and this was the cherry on top.

Your soon-to-be ex had just walked into your shared apartment and he smelled like another woman? The faq…

Punk greeted you with a smile, while you stayed sat on the couch with your arms crossed. He just assumed you didn’t feel like speaking much and sat next to you.

“What’s up with you, huh?” He nudged you playfully.

You didn’t like confrontation much, so you just shook your head. “Nothing…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Punk rolled his eyes. God, he hated when you did that. (ts so corny LMAO) “If I did something wrong, just tell me. No point in beating around the damn bush.” He ran a hand through his hair.

You stood up as he tried moving to hold you. “Are you kidding? You really don’t know what you did?” You scoffed, thinking he must’ve been joking.

“No… If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking.” He scoffed, standing up with you. “Just talk to me so we can get this over with, alright?”

With a small huff, you finally said it after a few more minutes of back and forth.

“You’ve been cheating on me, huh?”

Punk paused. He didn’t seem guilty of anything, just confused. Baffled even. “What? Why in the fuck would I be cheating on you?” He laughed in disbelief at such an accusation.

“Because you came home smelling like another woman, that’s why!” You shouted, pushing him back slightly. He grabbed your wrists before you could hit him.

“Woah, woah! Slow the fuck down!” He obviously wasn’t taking this as serious as you wanted him to. You were deadddaassss. “So, you *have* been cheating on me? For how long?”

Punk simply shook his head. “Do you not know what my profession is? I have fans, *sweetheart*. Some of them are *women* that’re gonna ask for a hug. I’m an asshole, but I’m not gonna knock down my supporters every five seconds.”

You now felt like a dumb broad since that made sooo much sense… but you weren’t gonna drop it that quickly. Dumbass pride. “And you expect me to believe you because..?”

There was a heavy sigh of annoyance and slight amusement. “Stop acting so stubborn. You know damn well I’d never cheat on you. If I wanted to, it would’ve happened already.”

That respond irked your being, but that also made sense.

“Mm.” Alls you did is hum with an attitude. Punk rolled his eyes and pulled you into a hug. “I hate that you’d even think that.”

You hated it too, actually. Of course you knew he’d have fans like that. You’d seen them yourselves, and yes, sometimes their perfume would linger on him for a second. So you weren’t sure what the hell was up with you today.

“I’m sorry… I’ve just been having a bad day and for some reason this just bothered me.” You mumbled against his chest.

“Well, don’t take your shit out on me.” He scoffed quietly. “I’m gonna take a shower. You’re coming with me.”

You didn’t protest as he held your hand and walked into the bathroom.

After a moment, Punk was standing in the shower and you were stubbornly sitting on the lid of the toilet.

He found it stupid how far you were taking something that you *knew* damn well was a misunderstanding. “Get your ass in here.”

You let out a heavy sigh and got up as if reluctant. “Fine…”

You stepped into the shower behind him after slowly undressing, your arms crossed again.

“God, you’re so annoying. Isn’t it exhausting acting all prissy?” Punk teased, grabbing the soap.

“Nope.” You practically snatched the soap once he offered it to you, making him shake his head with an irritated chuckle. “I bet it is though.”

“I bet it isn’t.” You countered quickly. There was literally no reason for all this, in all honesty. This wasn’t even your thing to act like this, but your pride was fucking with you all of a sudden.

Punk let the silence hang in the air, which made you feel a little guilty. You never lasted long during arguments. Especially not stupid ones like this.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed while starting to wash up. He turned towards you with a smirk. “*Are* you now? Sorry for what?” Now he was being cocky, crossing his arms.

You mirrored his pose. “Sorry for accusing you of cheating.” There wasn’t any point of beating around the bush now. “I don’t really think you’d do something like that… I just got jealous.”

“Oh, really?” Punk laughed once you frowned at his teasing. “Well, I guess I should make it up to you for making you feel so bad anyway, huh?”

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You hummed softly, unable to hide your cheeky smile. “Yeah…”

He lifted your chin up and put his free hand on your waist as he leaned down for a kiss.

You returned the kiss, your hands going up to land on his shoulders. He backed you up against the cool shower wall, making you shiver.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?” Punk asked against your lips. “Mm-mm…” You weren’t ready just yet, but he’d most likely know once you calmed down some more.

Punk hummed and spun you around. He wasn’t gonna fight with you about it, he’d let you take your time. “Alright.”

Now your hands were placed on the cool tile, your ass poked out. (She like ha ass tooted up, n her face dooowwnn LMAO)

He pressed a trail of kisses down your spine.

“Phil…” You moaned softly.

Punk was already pressing against your entrance. “Yeah, babe?” He asked absentmindedly while slipping the tip in.

You gasped softly once he started slowly sliding in, your hands curling into fists against the wall.

“That good?” He smirked, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusted. There wasn’t exactly any buildup to the fast pace. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?”

“M-Mhm!..” Your whimpers and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, your legs already shaking. (I bet the neighbors know my naammeee!!)

The kisses being pressed to your neck and shoulder made you melt, your knees buckling. Punk moved one hand from your hip to hold you up from beneath your stomach. “Don’t fall out on me already, baby…”

“Hold yourself up.” Is all you heard before your hair was getting pulled. Why the fuck would he let go of your stomach? He must’ve been testing you.

You were pressed against the wall as you tried holding yourself up. “Fuck!..” You moaned. The slight pain from getting your hair pulled was enough to send you over the edge.

Punk kept going as he felt your walls flutter around him. He ended up pulling out and jerking off before spilling his cum onto your ass and lower back. “Shit…”

The grip on your hair loosened as he went back to trailing kisses down your spine. “You alright?” You gave a small nod, obviously out of it. The mix of hot steam from the shower and that lemmy, lemmy long was enough to make your head spin. “Yeah…”

Mini Time Skip

Punk had laid you down after the shower and was propped up on his side next to you. “You did so good.” He moved a strand of hair from your face.

“You finally gonna tell me what’s up?”

With a sigh, you told him all about the terrible day you had, rolling over to cuddle him.

He listened intently while rubbing gentle circles on your back.

AJ had wanted to go outside and enjoy the rain with Punk, which he wasn’t exactly the *most* excited for, but he went anyway, knowing she’d probably have a big reaction over nothing.

She was sat on the porch, not minding the occasional drop of rain landing on the top of her head. Punk didn’t understand how she was so unbothered by the consistency of it.

“This is fun, right?” AJ looked over her shoulder at him expectantly.

“Yeah. Right. Fun.” Punk scoffed quietly, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed.

AJ pouted. Nooowww she was bothered. It was probably only a matter of time before she threw a fit. He saw her expression and quickly tried to fix it, “April, don’t. I was just joking.” He ran a hand down his face. Fuck, it was cold.

She wasn’t having it. She turned back ahead to continue watching the rain to try calming down.

“Um… We could listen to music?” AJ leaned back slightly so her phone wouldn’t get wet and put on whatever caught her eye first.

In all honesty, that didn’t help shit. Punk was still annoyed and lowkey freezing. “Great.”

AJ bit her lip in annoyance. “Well, if you don’t wanna hang out with me, just say that!” She blurted out suddenly, to which Punk didn’t really react. He was too used to it.

“If I didn’t wanna hang out with you, I wouldn’t be, April.” He said matter-of-factly.

Standing up and letting out a huff, AJ uncrossed his arms and grabbed his hands, trying to pull him up. “C’mon, get your lazy ass up. I wanna dance with you.” She smiled softly.

Punk rolled his eyes, letting himself get pulled up anyway.

“I’m not too in the mood for dancing.” AJ shrugged. “Well, I am.” She was set on that.

After letting out another sigh, Punk let AJ take the lead in whatever the fuck they were doing. They somehow managed to get off the porch and into the rain.

Punk was actually kinda pissed. He’d definitely have a cold in the morning. She would too. He’d have two people to care for.

AJ started twirling him around, laughing delightfully. “See? Isn’t this fun?” He simply gave a tight smile and nod. “I guess so.”

There were a few people walking around. Most likely some neighbors. At least *they* were dressed appropriately to walk around in such weather.

Punk had been so focused on people watching, that he didn’t notice when AJ slipped onto the grass. He knew damn well they shouldn’t have been fucking spinning around on that shit.

As AJ fell like a damn character on Mario Kart from a banana, he so happened to fall down too since they were holding hands.

She landed on top of him with a ‘oof!’. Punk groaned in annoyance. This day couldn’t get any worse. Being forced to dance in the rain and then busting his ass?.. What was next?

“Sorry!” AJ apologized quickly, now sitting on him. Punk just shook his head, his hands instinctively finding her thighs once he propped himself up. “Could you be any less clumsy?”

AJ frowned and tried her best not to slap him. “I didn’t *know* that was gonna happen, dummy…”

He decided to let it go, not wanting to start shit. They stared at each other for a moment, and that was when he realized she was sitting on his crotch.

“Up.” Punk tried moving her off. She didn’t budge though. “Why can’t we stay like this?” He gave her a look, wondering why she just asked some silly shit like that. “Because it’s fucking raining. My back hurts from catching your ass. We’re gonna get sick. That’s why.”

AJ adjusted herself before finally getting up. “I still wanna stay out here a little longer.” She reached out and helped him up before standing on her tippy toes to give him a kiss, to which he reciprocated despite his frustration.

Somehow, the kiss ended up becoming a make out session. Why? Who knows. AJ was hot sooo…

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Punk guided AJ back up onto the porch. He was tired of the damn rain pouring over them. She looked up at him expectantly with pleading eyes.

“Well, don’t just stand there…” She reached up and pulled his face down for another kiss.

He turned her around, gently pressing her up against the wall. “We should go inside…” It sounded as though he was maybe trying to convince himself to be patient go in too.

AJ shook her head, “No, no. Let’s just be quick.”

Feeling her press her ass near his crotch was something else. Punk leaned over her, gently placing a hand on her thigh from behind, giving it a light squeeze.

“April…”

AJ took matters into her own hands and reached back to unzip his pants. “C’mon, make it quick!”

Punk sighed heavily. God, she was annoying. Now he was gonna make this a little difficult for her.

“Alright. Have it your way.”

He lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. He was definitely making this quicker than he ever had.

She smiled triumphantly, feeling as though she got her way. “Knew you’d cave.” Punk scoffed, “Yeah, yeah…”

With that, he practically forced himself inside, causing her to gasp. Her nails scraped against the wall her face was pressed against as she let out a scream.

Punk reached around with his free hand to cover her mouth. “I’m just giving you what you wanted… What’re you whining about?” His thrusts were already quick and sharp, making AJ writhe beneath him.

“Can’t do shit right around you, huh? I give you what you ask for and you still find a way to complain.” He muttered, shaking his head to himself as he basically pounded into her. (pound cake sounds good asfff rn)

Punk only slowed down once he heard footsteps. AJ reached up and pulled his hand down just enough in his moment of distraction to pant out,

“Keep going…”

“One second.”

AJ’s brows furrowed in irritation as he covered her mouth again. Taking matters into her own hands once more, she pushed back against his slow thrusts to deepen them further like before.

For some reason, that made Punk want to chop his fucking head off and run around like a damn headless chicken. (No fuckin idea what I’m tryna convey here LMAO)

He leaned down, picking up the pace again and whispered in her ear, “There’s someone coming, April.”

AJ moaned into his palm, the words not even getting a chance to process. She just shook her head desperately, water droplets dripping from her long hair, as she mumbled something about not caring.

Whoever the person walking was must’ve went the other way, the sounds of the footsteps eventually fading out.

Punk had to get this crazy bitch back in the house.

He moved his hand that was on her thigh up to her clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles, causing her to cum with a loud whine.

There was genuinely no desire in Punk to cum himself, so he pulled out and quickly fixed her panties and skirt. “Inside. C’mon.”

This was finally the night where you *knew* you were about to be hopping dick. (hoppin dih dih dih!) Wow, what an opener.

You were a Playboy bunny and that shit was actually more exhausting than it might’ve seemed. There was constant pressure to diet and all that other bullshit. Have a perfect image… It was a lot.

Tonight, you weren’t tryna worry about all that.

You were out with your friends—some other bunnies—getting drunk and what not. It was the best time you’d had in a while, finally getting away from looking perfect on the camera.

After a good 4-5 hours, your friends were ready to go. Well, not exactly—they just had to get back to mansion now—you all snuck out… Anyway, that included you. You weren’t ready though and nobody was gonna force you to a muthafuckin thang.

“Can’t we stay for five more minutes?!” You shouted close to them over the music. They kept telling you about the consequences, but oh well. You still didn’t get what you came for, and that was to get laid.

Being drunk was the first thing that made you so stubborn. Or maybe the second. That was just you naturally.

Finally, you got pulled along outside to the taxi, no limo since you guys didn’t wanna get caught. Everyone was wasted than a bitch, so they didn’t notice when you quite literally just stood there. They all got inside and you walked back into the club like it was nothing.

Mini Time Skip

Now you had the freedom to drink and dance around like nothing. At one point, you got tired of standing in your heels and sat your happy-go-lucky ass down at the bar.

The bartender seemed a bit perplexed. She’d seen you too many times tonight and was about ready to deny you another drink, though you weren’t getting rowdy or anything. It was just for your safety.

“Don’t you think you should lay off a little?” She asked kindly. You only laughed, taking a sip of what she’d just given you. “Girl, no! I’ll be alright.” Your words were slurred as fuck, but it was cool… totally.

The bartender simply shook her head and went to attend to some other customers. You swung your legs back and forth, completely in your own world as you continued drinking. You’d actually forgotten about your mission tonight.

You were pretty much doing whatever. Going around the club flirting, dancing, seducing guys into buying you drinks. Quite easily, if you may add. That didn’t last long though, the bartender started denying you service… as she should.

You weren’t doing much on the dance floor, just swaying to the music, minding your own damn business until a long-haired man came up behind you, pressing all up on you like damn??

He gently placed his hands on your hips and you went along with it. Your only concern was if it was fine or not.

You turned around to see his face and almost ripped his dick off to take it home as a dildo right then and there. He was the bomb dot com, hunnyyy.

“Hey there, sexy.” That was corny as hell, but you were drunk and wanted to get in them drawls… oh well.

He smirked, popping his gum before leaning down to speak near your ear. The music was pretty loud. “Hey, baby. Where’s your man?”

It was then your turn to lean in, “I don’t got one.” For some reason, you just went all for it. “Do you wanna fuck or what?” You pulled back to smile at him.

He blinked in surprise before quickly collecting himself with a small laugh. “Yeah, sure.” He agreed easily.

That’s how you ended up in the VIP section. You’re not sure *how* you two got in there, but that wasn’t the point. You were hot and ready like a Little Caesars pizza.

“What’s your name?” Your words were all looped together, but he understood anyway. “Name’s Shawn. Why? You gonna scream it?”

You laughed, playfully hitting his chest and stumbling against him. Otherwise, you would’ve busted your ass.

“Well, yeah!” Shawn then asked your name and you told him, though it was kinda mumbled.

Shawn sat down on velvet couch, pulling you into his lap. “You’re all fucked up, huh?” He wrapped an arm around your waist, steady popping that damn gum. “What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ gettin’ all wasted by yourself?”

You twirled your hair, humming softly in thought. “I was with some friends… They were being boring and left though.”

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As you went on and on, Shawn’s hand found your hip, then your thigh, then it started slipping up your dress in an instant.

You finally stopped talking his ear off and looked down, giggling like a dumb broad. “What’re you doing?” He adjusted your position to slip your dress up, exposing your thong.

“Gonna give me a show or what?”

“‘Course, daddy.” You hiccuped softly as you lifted the bottom hem of your dress and took it off just like that, leaving you in your bra and panties.

Shawn raised an eyebrow briefly. “Yeah? Who’s your daddy?” (LMMFFAAOOOOO)

Grabbing a champagne bottle from behind yourself wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world as you bent and grunted in your struggle, but whatever.

“You, silly!” A boop to his nose made him roll his eyes, but he held you still, glancing at the bottle. “Think you’re drunk enough, sweetheart.” He didn’t try stopping you though.

You pouted, taking a while to pop the champagne. He tilted the bottle to the side so you wouldn’t hit yourself with it like a dumbass. At this point, you needed ‘dumb bitch’ written across your forehead in permanent marker. “No? I’m not drunk…”

Shawn didn’t reply to that, focusing on lazily watching you instead. “Get a move on, sweetheart.” He impatiently tapped one finger against your thigh.

You finally got that fucking champagne open and drank it straight out the bottle. Apparently you weren’t functioning as highly as you thought you were. You thought you’d been swallowing all of it, but most of the liquid was dripping down your chest.

He looked down appreciatively and placed both hands on your back to pull you closer so he could lick the champagne right between your tits.

You jolted slightly in surprise. You felt the lick but not the liquid coming down?.. Okay.

Shawn unhooked your bra and moved your hips with one hand to grind against his obvious bulge through his pants. “C’mon, don’t be shy.”

As your bra fell, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tried grinding against him. Though your movements were uncoordinated as fuck. You moaned loud like the sloppy, drunk bitch you were.

After a while, he ended up pushing your panties to the side so he could press his tip against you. He rubbed it down your slit, purposely bumping your clit. You whimpered, gripping the back of his shirt. “Mm, Shawn…”

He pressed inside slowly at first. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as he stretched you out.

This is what you’d been waiting for. You were finally about to get fucked stupid… or, stupid-er.

Shawn let you adjust for a second before thrusting up into your wet pussy. (PFFTT..)

“Fuck… Feels better than I imagined, baby.” He took control of the pace for a moment, but apparently *you* needed to do the work now.

He leaned back against the velvet couch, waiting impatiently. “Move.” He gave your ass a slap.

That startled your jumbled up mind and got you to moving as if you were a motorcycle and he just revved up your engine.

This was the most tiring thing ever—but you were a bunny after all, might as well hop like one. (Hoppin dih dih dih)

You got completely lost in it, drooling n all. Shawn switched between looking at your face and watching your tits bounce as you rode him like a bull ride.

Your grip on the front his shirt tightened. You whimpered a string of incoherent words before cumming and slumping against him.

Shawn scoffed and grabbed your hips, moving you himself. “Dumb broad…” He muttered to himself.

You buried your face in his neck and wanted to scream at the intensity of it, but he ended up cumming soon after, thank goodness.

The two of you were on your way to the hotel room together after Punk’s match. You were trying your best not to fret the whole ride there, but the cuts and bruises all over him were fucking with you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked and reached out, the tips of your manicured nails grazing against a big, red bruise on his arm. “I mean, I’m just worried.”

Punk gave you a slight smile, patting your thigh reassuringly. “I keep telling you I’m *fine*. Don’t worry, babe.”

You hummed, not feeling reassured at all. Your gaze went to his face. A nasty cut was on his cheek, crusted with dry blood. That made your stomach turn.

He noticed your wary expression and sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. “Would you relax? I’m okay. I’m right here.” His fingertips gently slid beneath the hem of your dress before coming back out to lightly snap the band of your thigh highs against your skin.

“Well, I’m taking care of you once we get to the hotel.” You declared almost instantly while grabbing his face, tilting it side to side. This wasn’t up for negotiation, and he knew that.

Punk huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t need any—” You cut him off gently, letting go of his face to press a finger up to his pierced lips, the charms on your decorated nail glistening against the passing streetlights. “Don’t argue with me, please. This will make me feel better.”

With a sigh, he finally decided to let it go, knowing you were too stubborn and persistent to let it go.

Once you both made it to the hotel, you were already digging in your bag for a first aid kit you always carried just for him.

At the moment, you genuinely realized you *do* worry too damn much. You couldn’t help it though.

“Sit.” You reached up and gently pushed him down on the bed by his shoulders.

Punk looked up at you in slight anguish as he took in how worried you were over something that was so small to him. “It’s really not that serious, sweetheart.” He placed a hand on the small of your back, pulling you close between his legs.

You shook your head, grabbing your half empty water bottle to damp a napkin. “It *is* that serious, baby! I don’t like seeing you hurt.” You pouted while lightly wiping the blood from his cheek. “I’m still not used to seeing this. I don’t think I ever will be.”

Punk forced himself not to wince as to not worry you any further, but that shit hurt lowkey. “Get used to it, babe. You’re dating a fucking wrestler.”

Your pout only deepened at that, but you didn’t respond. After putting a bandage on the cut, you pressed your lips against it. “All better?” That made him chuckled a bit.

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“All better if that lipgloss of yours didn’t get into the wound, right?” He teased lightly. With a small smile, he slipped his free hand from the back of your thigh, up to your ass. “On a real note, thanks, babe. Means a lot that you give a shit so much.

Punk’s fingers played with the hem of your panties, his hand squeezing your ass. “You did so good taking care of your man. Such a good girl… You doing this cuz you want something from me?”

You shrugged off his teasing and couldn’t help but blush. “No?.. but I mean, if you’re offering then…”

“Oh, I’m offering *for sure*.” He stood up, towering over you. “I’m gonna make all your efforts up to you.” You smiled up at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Punk practically spun you around and you were on the bed in the blink of an eye. He hovered over you, his long hair framing his face just right. Guurrlll…

He started with kissing you softly, which soon turned into a deep make out session. His hand went down to rub your clit through your panties, your dress hiked up slightly.

You whimpered into the kiss, your hips bucking up slightly into the touch as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. “Phil…”

Hearing his name on your lips made him move down to your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone then your cleavage.

“I know, I know. I’ve got you, princess.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot as his tatted (TATTED UUUPPP 8===D~) hands pulled the neckline of your dress down.

There was no bra underneath since your dress had padding in the cups. He kneaded one breast while sucking and biting the other, causing you to place a hand on the back of his head to hold him close.

Once he pulled away, he ended up taking your whole dress off, lifting your hips to help him slide your panties off (that th-th-th-th-thooonggg). Lastly, he took your thigh highs off.

“Spread ‘em.” You spread your legs obediently. Didn’t needa be told twice at allll.

He got on his knees and gripped your thighs, bending your body a little. “Gonna make you scream my name, got that?”

You huffed out a breathy laugh. That was a threat and a promise. “Got it…”

Punk first pressed a chaste kiss to your clit before licking a long strip from the entrance up inside your slit. You shivered in delight, moaning softly.

There was then no time wasted as he ate you like a starved man. His nails dug crescents into your soft thighs, his head game overly strong.

You were already panting, a hand going down to grip his hair. “Oh, fuck…” You whined, squirming a bit. It was a battle between trying to get more and trying to get away from the overwhelming pressure.

Punk wasn’t having that. He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you back down.

“Where ya going?” He breathed out a laugh against your core, making you whimper. “Don’t run from it. I owe you one.”

He focused his attention on your clit, holding your legs open. Your back arched off the bed and you were so close you felt tears filling your eyes. “Phil!..”

A string of moans mixed with the calling out of his name was all that bounced against the hotel room walls before you came, and he ate that riighttt on up too. Mhm mhm. Finger licking good.

Once you calmed down enough, he got up to hover over you again. “Now, what do you say?”