An ill mouthed girl with a fiery temper and bad attitude comes across a blonde headed stranger in her bed whilst covered in something strange. His friends are just like brothers and family soon becomes a tight nation to them all as Sloan grows close...
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Slash
"Let's do it." Steven nodded, giddy as per usual. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest - something I'd grown into the habit of doing when in the company of Sloan. She always stared and it made me a little soft inside. "Pick a motherfucker and we'll do it."
"No way, man. We'll be history." Duff laughed.
"Oh, come on!" Sloan joked. "Let lose, Duffy! Live on the wild side for a day."
"My life is perfectly fine as it is, thanks, honey." He grumbled, still grinning nonetheless. "But getting a tattoo - by Stevens fucking design - is not happening."
"Please!" They begged.
"Nope."
"Eighty bucks." I smirked. "Eighty bucks to do whatever the fuck you want with for one small ass tattoo that Stevens gonna pay for." He thought about it.
"Fuck it." He breathed, grin now a beaming smile. "Let's get inside, Adler." He said, grabbing the second blonde by the scruff of his hair and dragging him within the large glass doors of the parlour. I heard the shuffling of feet and suddenly two arms engulfed my waist, a small head pressed against my chest. A short smile wandered onto my cheeks; she looked mighty fine in my fucking clothes.
"You gonna let me chose you a tat?" She grinned.
I shook my head with a short laugh. "The deal goes both ways, sweetheart. Give and take."
"Okay." She shrugged, grinning a little bigger. "I've already got yours ready."
"Oh?"
"Hell yeah." She chuckled, leaning up and pressing her lips onto mine, sliding her soft tongue against my bottom lip, drawing away with a delicate smile. "And you're gonna hate me for it."
*
She was right.
She was goddamned - mother fucking - right.
I hated every inch of her stupidly beautiful and forgiving face and the way she laughed as she watched my expression fall, eyes glancing upon the mirror. "What the fuck." I breathed. She continued to bellow with a gorgeous chuckle. "What the fuck." I refused to believe there was a cartoon version of a naked woman, with huge tits, getting cummed on printed upon my asscheek. But that wasn't the worst part. The very tip of the dick was caught just as the jizz erupted into her face and chest. "You are so fucking dead." I mumbled, shaking my head with a laugh. To think I'd gone ahead and put so much effort into her design, scratching it out with a shitty pencil on a piece of thin, shitty paper. It was only a few flowers with Slashes upon the petals - it represented me, of course - but it was a pretty fucking mesmerising drawing. And yet, here I stood, with my ass out for the world to see, with a fucking porn scene stretched in ink upon the flesh.
