I've Been Obsessed With This Man Lately - Tumblr Posts
a smutty mindless boothill rumbling; fem!reader (even though it's only stated in one phrase); pretty self-indulgent; some weird comparisons to canines
N.B. English is not my native language
MDNI
Do you think Boothill pants like a dog while he's balls deep into you? Red tongue lolling out, strings of saliva drip-drip-dripping down on your skin? Do you think his voice module cracks and wheezes with static, his breath a white noise against your own shaky moans?
With each thrust, each slap of his balls – soft, smooth silicone, warm almost like a human skin, a delectable stickness connecting your bodies, – he pants: ah, ah, ah. He sings of desperation and need, but the undertone is thick with untamed, unknown and unexpected lust.
Boothill takes you with the selfishness of a starving coyote that finally sniffed out a piece of meat. He's greedy, cocky and perhaps a little too self-assured, throwing 'sweets' and 'm'ladies' and 'darlin's' left and right. But when you take off this hat of his, when the cold metal meets the silk of your skin, that's what he turns into – a dog.
He's rutting into you, movements uncoordinated and jerky, his body, a machine that's supposed to be deadly in its precision, failing him time after time, thrust after thrust, and he doesn't even need to breathe, not really, but he wheezes and whines, and groans, and almost coughs with the phantom feeling of pleasure creeping up his broken throat.
And if you look up at him, he'll smile down on you, all teeth, a crooked cut across his face, a feral display of desire to bite and rip apart. But that's what he's about – all bark.
Boothill laughs, the sound of it almost hurting your ears, and he's handsome and wild and perhaps a little fucked in the head, but you've never been more enamoured with a man before. And when he starts moving again, his brows drawn together, eyes hazy yet all-seeing, gaze heavy with lust yet all-knowing, his hot mouth close to your face, saliva hitting your cheeks, nose, forehead – that's when you know that between the two of you you are even crazier.
Because you'll definitely stay here, in his bed, come morning. You'll take the coffee he'll make for you and wear the hat he'll generously clap on your head. You'll let this scoundrel of a man whisk you away – and to hell with it all if you won't let him fuck you like this again and again.
'Atta girl'.