Erins POV
I was sweating my ass off because my ex, Justin, left me heartbroken with no place to live, eat, or take a fat dump. Here I am, shovelling dog shat. I really need the money for a sickness Justin contracted, a new discovery by the scientists called "Ligma". Even though I had broken up with him, I couldn't help but feel bad that he had gotten sick.
"Hey baby girl.." I heard a familiar voice.
"JUSTIN?? What are you doing here?" I exclaimed in shock. "I THOUGHT THE DOCTORS SAID YOU NEEDED TO RECOVER AT THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE OF LIGMA!!"
"About that..." Justin said in a solemn tone. "LIGMA BALLS LOLOLOLOL GET CUCKED YOU FUCKING BITCH" He started rolling in the dog shit. I couldn't be bothered to tell him. when he got up, I could tell something was wrong with the atmosphere.
"So, whatcha say baby? Wanna lick my balls?" He said with a smirk on his face. I suddenly started hyperventilating. W-Why is he making me feel like this?
"O-Oh~!" I squealed.
"My place, right now."
TIME SKIP
Third person POV
"W-Why are you doing this Justin~! D-Don't you have a s-side chic-" Erin was cut off by Justin who shoved him forcefully against the wall.
"You talk... when I SAY YOU CAN TALK." He growled like an Alpha. A sexy alpha. He tore off his clothes and exposed his hot and sexy abs with a shiny liquid coating them.
"Go on. You know what to. OTHERWISE. Do you want to be punished for it?" Justin growled at Erin. Erin, reluctantly, went on his knees and started licking his sweat.
"O~OH.. RIGHT THERE BABY.." Justin howled. Erin kept sucking until there would be bruises everywhere on Justin's abs tomorrow.
"G-Good girl.. I think you deserve to be rewar-"
"No." Erin flat out refused Justin (like at their wedding). "I have a sweat kink, that's all. I don't need anything from you Daddy Justin..."
Justin hotly ripped off Erin's miniskirt that was barely covering his flumptious asscheeks.
"J-Justin-! Y-yamete k-k-k-kudasai senpai uwu~~~~~"
to be continued :SHOCK:
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justin trudeau x erin o'tool (alpha and beta)
Short Storyand historians will call them... Close friends, bеsties, roommates, colleagues, anything but lovers. History hates lovers Sidekicks, family, good pals, buddies, anything but lovers History hates lovers 😣😣😞😞😭😭🖤