When I woke up, to my surprise my clothes were off. Hemingway was lying next to me. Oh no, what happened? There was a soft white blanket over us, I lifted it slightly to see if he had any clothes on... HE DIDN'T. oh my god. what happened? I didn't do anything slutty, did I? I wanted to cry. I heard rustling around from Hemingway's side of the bed. He was awake.
"W-what happened???"
"You safe now bbg you no longer homeless."
"But w-w-w-where are my c-clothes?!" I ASKED!
"you don't need clothes here bby in my house we go raw and bare."
My face was hotter than the sun as I blushed submissively.
"s-so you t-threw them away?!!" I SCREAMED WITHOUT THE S.
"yes, my sweet lollipop dildo babe." (A/N I AM CRYING) he moaned.
i moaned.
we went to eat pancakes. they were firm, but not as firm as Hemingway's boobs from my dream the night before. Nothing could compare to the firm, solid, dense, rigid, stiff, unbreakable, inflexible, impenetrable, solidified, heavy, and strong tiddybooboos. I wanted to die just thinking about how soft the skin was in comparison to the hard rock tits that were underneath them. I moaned.
"Whats that babygorl?" Hemingway asked me.
I BLUSHED! he caught me moaning! oh my goodness oh me oh my! the way he smirked at me after that made me want to sell my soul to satan and give him a lap dance just like lilnasx did back in 2021 with the hit song MONTERO. Nevermore had I wanted to do something UNHOLY like sam smith and Kim petras in their grammy winning song UNHOLY. my mommy don't know her son is getting hot, at hemingways house, doing something unholy.
I gasped after the word "s-s-s-sex!" flew out of my mouth as if I was being controlled.
he moaned.
"you wanna sex girlypop?"
"no...." pause. "YES, I WANT TO EAT UR BOOBIES!!! THEY LOOK SO JUICY!"\
"honey baby cakes just know I want it too, but babes, I'm a mafia boss"
I GASPED AS TEARS FLEW OUT OF MY EYES.
"So no boobies?"
"well, if you want them that much I can let you squeeze them"
I threw my hands out and squeezed his tits as if they were stress balls, and boy did they work better than stress balls ever did. i moaned.
we had sex. it was magical. his weenie was soooo nice tbh.i screamed and creamed as if it was dreamed. but it was so real. the most real thing ever. i think I... love him.
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Grammar. - A Love Story (GrammarlyXbad boy/mafia boss)
RomanceGrammarly is homeless, and then meets a mafia boss and falls deeply and irrevocably in love with him and his beautiful blue orbs, oh, and we can't forget his massive bobs. (THIS IS PURE SATIRE)
