The Smell Of Your Hair (Reminds me of your feet)

Meaty Heaty (MATURE)

he started crying a little and got excited.
"oh matty you naughty boy,"
Y/N started panting into his mouth and licked his earlobe.
"pleeeeaasseeeeee" he craned into your face like he were liam gallagher, and you were his moist microphone.
He grabbed you hair with his teeth which was a little odd but you didn't mind.
as the crowd continued to look at you with disgust at your heinous actions with the wretched creature sat on your lap, he whispered in an erotic tone,
"let's get out of here my little boo boo."
"okay marty.." you said orgasmically.
He picked you up like a little child over his shoulder and weilded you like a weapon, spitting at those who looked his way and humping some in his path, his boner steaming with bloody execution.

Shortly after this event, he led you to his home. He dropped his keys when he tried to let you in which gave you the ick but you were too unbelievably horny to care. You needed matty NOW!
he smooched you on the little lips before he lead you to his bedroom. God it smelt bad in here.
"wait matty, I don't have protection."
"it's ok shawty I shoot blanks!" he giggled before leaving you in his single bed. You're pretty sure this is his parents house.
He skulled into the kitchen to Prepare. you pulled out your phone to text the homeboys and to check ripe old twitter, only to be greeted with your worst nightmare.

MATTT HEALY
trending on twitter.
Uh Oh Spaghettio.