Addiction ~ Boothill x Male!Reader

Chapter Eight

Boothill's lips crashed into yours the minute he plopped you down on the bed. With one hand on your thigh and the other caressing your cheek, he gently nipped your lower lip, his sharp teeth threatening to break the plump skin before his tongue slipped into your mouth. He hummed in delight, a groan leaving his chest as your hand tangled up in his hair, his hat falling off to the side and landing upside down on your bed. He merely shoved it to the side, allowing it to fall to the floor as he explored you further.

His lips parted with yours, listening to your breathless pants as he kissed his way from the corner of your lips to your jawline, then further down to your neck. He closed his eyes to fully enjoy you. The hand on your hip found your hand on his shoulder, entwining his gloved fingers with yours, he pushed you further down onto the bed, his knee pressing against your growing erection.

"My beautiful songbird," he whispered, feeling you shudder under his touch. His hand slipped from your cheek to caress the opposite side of your neck, his lips still passionately placing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. "My baby boy, my perfect addiction," he praised, his thumb rubbing the underside of your jaw while he suckled on your flesh.

His hand slipped from your neck to slip underneath your shirt, and exploring your warm skin beneath it. He smirked against your skin as he heard you gasp and felt you shudder. Hickeys and bite marks adorned your skin, marks of his desire and addiction to you. When your back bowed against him as he ran his thumb over a nipple, his smirk only grew. "That's it, darlin'," he whispered, his hand squeezing yours as he pinned it to the mattress beneath you. "Let yer body respond to me."

You whimpered when he gently tweaked your nipple, a groan rumbling from his chest in response. He pinched and squeezed your pectoral for a few more moments, enjoying the gasps and shudders you gave in response. "So cute~" he purred, dragging his tongue over your skin. "Can I take this off, darlin'?" he asked, his hand fiddling with the hem of your shirt. When you gave a nod, he smirked against your skin. "Use yer words, baby."

You whimpered in response, heat rising to your neck and to your cheeks. "You can do it, baby, you got it," he murmured, licking your Adam'a apple. The tongue piercing made you quiver, a soft moan escaping your lips. "Y-Yes, please," you muttered, your voice shaky with desire. He grinned against your skin, lifting his head to capture your lips with his as his hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt, pushing it up to your shoulders. His lips left yours to tug it off of you, your arms raising to free you of the fabric.

"There's my perty boy," he whispered, leaning down to capture a nipple between his lips. The whimper that fell from your lips was delicious, a growl on his tongue as he suckled on the sensitive bud. His sharp teeth grazed against your flesh, a chuckle escaping his lips as his tongue dragged against your nipple. "Such perty noises," he whispered, kissing his way to your other nipple. He squeezed your skin and muscles, enjoying the way your flesh squished together in his grasp. He hummed as he suckled on the opposite nipple, his teeth gently sinking into the sensitive area. The sweet cry that fell from your lips made him groan in response, pulling off your skin with a pop. He sat up off of you, unzipping his jacket and shrugging it off. He tossed it carelessly to the floor, removing the red bandana from around his neck.

He grinned down at you from his position above you, pressing his knee against your growing erection. The whine you gave was beautiful, a perfect note that filled his ears. He grasped your hand once more, entwining his gloved fingers with yours once more and pressing you into the mattress. His other hand found your thigh, lifting it to urge you to wrap around his waist. You obeyed his silent request, leaning down to capture your lips with his once more. He hummed against your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth eagerly.

His metal erection strained in his pants as if almost threatening to tear through the fabric. It twitched and ached, eager to bury itself inside you once more. Your lips moved together in a passionate dance, proving your eagerness and desire for one another. He ground his hips against yours, hissing in pleasure as you whimpered in response, a noise that he, very hungrily, ate up.