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whenimaunicorn · 5 years ago

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Aaaaaand now I wish you would do one where the girl with the nipple piercings does, in fact, get her nethers pierced. The one about the nipple piercings was fabtastic by the way, bang up job that. 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Thanks!!!! You twisted my arm… I wrote an entirely smutty 2700 word sequel. She dares to show up in front of him again, with extra metal embedded in some sensitive flesh...

The first part: Imagine Bobo Del Rey discovering your nipples are pierced

TW for… sex you know you’ll regret later? For the fear that consent might not be able to be retracted once given… and for lack of condom use.

((Full smutty Part 2 below cut))

Dolls keeps looking over at you. He knows something is up,but he can’t put his finger on what. Bobo’s got you sweating, though he hasn’tsaid anything, or moved an inch from his position behind the bar at Shorty’s.

Your mission here, ostensibly, was for Bobo to be the one tosweat. Just a week after the revenant had reopened the bar as his own, Dollsthought it would be a good idea to stage a little “inspection” in partnershipwith the local PD. He didn’t really expect to find anything incriminating inthe bar, though any inkling of what Bobo and his revenant crew might be up towould be a godsend. Mostly he just wanted to remind the rowdy gang that legitbusinesses come with legit oversight.

So now you, Dolls, and Officer Haught are running throughShorty’s with a fine-toothed comb, ignoring the menacing looks of the revenant“patrons” and the sullen glares of their trashy-looking human familiars as youwork around their happy hour.

Bobo himself looks cool as a cucumber. Probably because he’scurrently having his own fun, with you. He’d told you what would happen if youcame back with your piercings still in. The remembered threat had made youshiver with anticipation even in the car on the way over.

Especially since, in the weeks since the last time BlackBadge tried to shake down Bobo Del Rey, you’d done that other thing he’dsuggested, too. Though you’d chickened out of getting your clitoral hoodpierced, you were now sporting a cute little ring in your inner labia. It wassomething you had been thinking about doing anyway, you told yourself. Headingdown to the shop two days after that incident in the trailer park was just acoincidence.

Whatever sense Bobo used to probe for metal latched on toyou just about as soon as you had entered the bar. And now that Dolls is donetalking to him, Bobo sure is taking his time and having his fun. As you sortthrough the bottles at the bar, searching for “contraband,” Bobo’s eyes arefixed on the struggle you seem to be having under your clothes. The metal inyour tits twists and flits, the foreign object nestled between your lower lipswiggling more softly, seductively, positively dragging you toward the devilhimself.

You come around to Bobo’s side of the bar, under the guiseof continuing your search. In reality, you’ve made the move so your knees canbuckle where no one else can see your face. You wanted to be teased again, butyou didn’t think it would be like this. The ring through your smooth,slick little fold, so close to the entrance of your body, buzzes in sharp,teasing bursts, running some terrible, wonderful counter-rhythm to the staccatobursts tugging at your nipples. You gasp and let your face screw up against theintensity as you pretend to rummage through the bottles stored near the floorbehind the bar.

You’ve landed closer to Bobo’s boots than you intended. Ormaybe he moved in. Your eyes climb up his long leg to seek out the face loomingabove you. It’s about as blank as it was when you walked in, betraying only a mildsort of almost-interest. “Do you need some assistance down there, Deputy?”

Officer Haught’s voice cuts over the bar before you can getyour panting under control long enough to attempt an answer. “You stay right whereyou are, Mr. Del Rey. Hands where I can see them.”

Bobo looks over at her and lifts just his fingertips fromthe bar counter, in that classic gesture of harmlessness. The vibrationsagainst your most intimate parts intensify.

What you hadn’t expected was how deeply unsatisfying thisstirring sensation against your cunt was going to feel. To have Bobo Del Rey touchingyou there, metaphorically speaking, was so hot that it had your pussy gushing, sure,but so much stimulation so close to your entrance was only making your bodyfeel empty. The craving for him to fill you up in some way, any way… thatwas what had you cowering on your knees beside him now.

You wonder how much of that shows in your face as you starewordlessly up at the smirk that starts to pull at Bobo’s cheek.

You’re actually grateful when Dolls calls the search offfairly quickly. He had always meant for it to be a feint, anyway. Just ruiningthe peace of Bobo’s day. And there was no way you, personally, were going toget anything more satisfying out of the revenant boss in such a public venue.

That’s why, after exiting Shorty’s with the team, you partways before even getting back into Dolls’ vehicle. “Is it alright if I takecare of an errand or two here before meeting you back at the station, boss?”

Haught gives you a considering look over the top of hersquad car when she hears that, but you can’t bring yourself to worry about hersuspicions right now. Not when you’re body’s on fire with such a deliciousneed.

Dolls waves a hand in dismissal, then fires up his engine. Youwait till both cars pull away before taking a few steps down the street.

You don’t feel like facing the leers and jeers of therevenant crew at your return into the bar. You make a sharp turn down the alleyand let yourself in the back door.

You knew the place pretty well when it was under friendliermanagement. Storeroom’s on the left, office on the right, and if you keep goingstraight you’d be back in the main room with the bar.

Bobo meets you before you get there; you don’t know how heknew you’d be coming in this way and you don’t really care. All that matters isthe blaze in his eyes as he fills up the hallway in front of you. “Back sosoon, Deputy,” he teases, somehow still sounding deadly serious. “Did youforget something?”

You take an unconscious step back as he moves up on you; evenif you’ve decided not to fight your attraction to him any longer, he’s stilljust that scary. The next step lands your back against the wall.

His nose almost brushes your cheek as he leans into yourlast bit of personal space. His voice comes out in the barest rumble. “Maybe there’sjust one more question you’d like to ask me?”

You make a needy little sound into his ear, hoping he’ll getthe idea and just ravish you already.

He pulls away instead, looking you up and down with asatisfied little calculation in his eye. “Why don’t we step into my office,Deputy. I’m sure we can sort some things out there.”

He guides you to the open door with a hand on the small ofyour back. A jolt runs through you and you realize that though your cunt andtits are still aching from overstimulation, this is the first time this man has,in actuality, touched you.

The office furniture is just about how Shorty left it: abattered, aging desk at the back end, a half-broken couch filling up the space under the line of frosted windows facing the alley. Gus had removed most of thedecorations that had lent a personal touch to the space before she signed theplace over to her mystery buyer. Which was just as well; you feel guilty enoughabout the choice you’re making without any reminders staring you in the face ofwhose memory you are more or less betraying by submitting to this demon.

And submit to him you are about to do. Bobo splays himselfacross the couch as you stand in the middle of the room waiting to see what’s going to happen next.

He gestures one hand languidly through the air. “Show me.”

You blink at him for a moment, hesitating.

“I can tell you put something delicious between your legs,just for me,” his fluttering fingers zero in on your nethers, “but I can’t seeexactly where you placed it. Show me.”

Fuuuuck. A cool, nervous energy sizzles through youas you start to strip off your clothes for Bobo, leaving an erotic charge inits wake that has you shaking. Your shirt comes off, then you take a few stepsbackward until you hit the desk so you can set your duty weapon somewhere safe.You shake off your boots, then strip your pants and underwear down in one go.

Bobo’s eyes almost shimmer above haughty lips as he watchesyou move.

Naked but for a satiny push-up bra, your helplessness feelsmuch more apparent than you expected. You don’t let it show, though, not underthe weight of those dangerous eyes. You’re all in, now.

Keeping your eyes locked on the predator who seems ready tomake you his dinner, you sit down on the edge of the desk and lift both feetoff the ground. In your best impression of a burlesque dancer, you spread yourknees wide and let Bobo see the pearl lodged in your depths.

He leans forward at the sight of it, and a moment later he’son his feet, stalking toward you in two quick strides. Long, adorned fingersland on both your inner thighs, while his gaze remains riveted on the treasurebetween.

“Mmmm,” he rumbles, “yeah, that was never gonna get you off,was it kitten.” He walks the fingers of his left hand down your skin, thenprods at the ring clinging just off the side of your opening there. “You neededto come back to me, and let me touch you for real, like this, didn’t you.” Hisfingertips curl against your leaking arousal and then dance up over yourclitoris. “By now you’ve got to be just aching to let me fill you up.”

A throaty moan escapes your lips, your body tensing up atthe direct contact.

He continues to rub you, but it’s soft, still just teasing.You lean into his hand and he chuckles darkly. “Want something?”

You realize you aren’t above begging him, though you hope itdoesn’t have to come to that. “More,” you purr.

He brushes his thumb a little harder across your clit, thetips of his longer fingers tickling up and down your slit without pressing inside.He steps his body in closer, until his hips tempt you just behind his hand.

You look up at him and try a sexy little pout.

“Not until I see the rest.” Fingertips slide along the edgeof your bra, then Bobo is pulling the cups down, scooping your tits out withoutremoving the support underneath, so they’re held up and on display for him.

You both stare down at the reddened, aching hardness of yournipples, each framed by the little silver balls of your barbell piercings. “DidI overdo it a little, kitten?” he says in fake sympathy, then takes the soretips of your breasts into his soothing mouth, one at a time. You shiver as histongue slides over and around the already-overstimulated flesh. “Please, Bobo,”you hear yourself moan.

He lifts his head. “Please, what?”

Instead of answering you reach for his belt. The first timeyou have ever voluntarily touched him. He pulls in a deep breath through hisnose and lets you. That restraint says more to you about his lust than anythingelse; he’s feeling the anticipation just as bad as you are. The thought setsyour fingers to work in double time at the leather of his belt, the button andzipper underneath. You feel his breath coming harder on your face.

He doesn’t let you take his dick out for him, though. Stronghands arrest your own just as you’ve barely traced his length, gotten only anidea of his girth. He forces your arms up, and back, until you’re lying downacross the top of the desk. He holds you like that with one hand while theother goes down to line himself up between your spread legs.

“Wait,” you gasp, body tensing as you remember. “Condom!”

Bobo shakes his head like you’re being cute. “Sweetheart, I’mdead.”

When your face doesn’t immediately relax, he continues.

“Revenants don’t catch diseases. And we’re only shootingblanks. Promise.”

Maybe in another time, another place, you might have beenmore skeptical, but you take the demon at his word when the thing you’ve beendreaming of is hovering just millimeters away from your soaking, needy cunt.

He smears his fat tip across your aching flesh. “Tell mewhat you want.”

“You.”

He just glares into your eyes, holding perfectly still.

Fuck it, he’s making you beg for it. You take a breath,biting your lip. He swells against you as his gaze flits down to catch thatgesture, but then he moves no more. Fine. “I want you to fuck me, Bobo.”

“Yeah?” he growls, eagerness starting to crack him now. Fingerstwitch in the hand holding your wrists down. “Tell me how you need it.”

“I need you to fill me up. Hard and fast. Fuck, Bobo, I needyou to stop being a fucking tease and just—”

You lose all your words as his heavy thickness presses firmlyinside you, igniting every needy little neuron that had been waiting what feltlike hours for something to come along and touch you deep inside. If you weren’talready so wet it would have been painful, how he surges forward and burieshimself balls-deep in one groaning thrust.

After a single, pleased little growl, Bobo starts snappinghis hips, moving hard inside you at a depth that has you losing control overyour noises just about right away.

It’s everything you had been craving. More, really. Pleasurelike a white-hot burst scorches up from your core through the rest of yourbody, so intense you can’t decide if you want to pull away or press yourself againsthim tighter. You settle for just trying to relax in the midst of it, welcominghis assault and letting him burn out your senses in the most delicious waypossible.

Eyes closed, you can almost see your orgasm building like awhite supernova surrounded by dark.

“Uh uh,” Bobo chides, slapping your cheek to make you lookat him in outrage, “you open your eyes. Look at who’s fucking you. There’s nogetting away from this.”

Bobo’s eyes are savage, and filled with that masculine pridethat says sex is a game for him to win and you to lose. It’s not a veryprogressive viewpoint, but you suppose that what’s left of his humanity is arelic of a nastier time and place. It’s wrong but something about it is overwhelmingly sexy too, and even a decision to try the submission he’s seeking on for size is enough to set off that explosion that’s been building between your thighs since you walked into his joint.

You try to keep your eyes open for him as you blow, but yourvision fades out and you end up with no idea if you really succeeded. The pleasure is almost searing, almost painful, and you can feel your body clamp down on his cock harder than you’ve ever experienced before. Bobo lets out a guttural moan when he feels it, a sound that’s enough to make you peak again, and you’re all but screaming through your teeth when he pumps even harder, letting out his own release into you.

His fingers unclamp from your hands and bury themselvesinstead in your hair as he slumps on top of you, breathing heavily. All eitherone of you can do is pant, and twitch, for a good long while after that.Eventually his cock slides out of you, and you feel a mess immediately start toaccumulate on the desk. The bliss is slow to fade.

“I should go,” you say after a while, because what else doyou say, to the literal demon that you just let fuck you. He’s not gonna wantto cuddle. You won’t be making plans for dinner.

Bobo’s smart mouth is apparently exhausted, because he doesn’teven try to say anything cute, just pushes up to his elbows and hovers overyou, inspecting your face. His head drops and he nuzzles his rough cheek downagainst yours, like an animal leaving a scent-marking. “I’ll see you around,Deputy,” he rumbles into your ear, the low tone entirely inscrutable.

Then he tucks his cock back into his pants and strides directlyout of the room, slowing only to close the office door politely behind him.

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