$mutty$uicide

smut??? with scrim aka slick

Slick shuddered as Destiny ran her hands down his tattooed chest, her long nails brushing against his skin. She explored his upper body, running her fingers along the scar that decorated a spot on his rubs. Slick said he'd been stabbed before, he was only eleven years old but already a player of the streets. Destiny understood, where she'd grown up it was either eat or be eaten, survival of the fittest. She'd lost brothers to the game, uncles, her own dad. It was a tough world out there, it's how she'd ended up living the life she did, but she had made it this far. Made it into the dark red sheets of a stranger's bed, not coddled by the safety offered by the private rooms in her club.

Her lips brushed against his neck, soft sounds escaping her throat as he gripped her waist, pulling her into his lap. Pink prints were left over the tattoos covering his neck, the soft kisses turning into bites, leaving marks all over Slick's neck. His breathing was heavy, his eyelids heavy. His hand traced up her back, into her long blonde hair, pulling her back, seeing her green eyes, pupils wide from the drugs, her smeared pink lipstick. Their lips met, a needy whimper sounding from Destiny. His hands traveled back down to her ass, gripping her hard, pushing her down into his lap, grinding up into her harder.

She could feel him growing even harder, and her body was responding similarly. It had been ages since she had felt this way, this hunger for someone else's body, the hunger she was usually subjected to. She wanted Slick, her touches on his body practically begging for him, for him to fuck her, kiss her, touch her. Every time his fingers brushed her skin was pure electricity, and she knew it wasn't just the drugs making her feel that way, it was his smell; cigarettes and expensive cologne, his slight cockiness, the way he takes what he wants, it intoxicated her, made her need him.

Slick felt the same, a pretty girl all over him, the smell of cherries on her skin from whatever perfume she wore, the soft noises she made, the way her eyes begged for him, how her body felt pressed against his; her chest firm on his, the cold metal of her nipple piercings raising goosebumps on his skin, her ass soft under his rough hands, the way she responded when he touched her, how her rose tattoos still showed over the waistband of her purple thong. He was drunk on her, her smooth curves, the little bit of tummy she had, her thick thighs straddling his lap. She fit against his body like a puzzle piece, one that was slightly off but still could be wiggled to fit. 

Their lips remained together, both emitting soft moans as they explored each other, discovering what the other would react to. Slick grabbed her ass harder when she bit down on his lip, a soft giggle coming from her as he dug his fingers into her sides. Her skin was hot to the touch, reacting to his fingers by turning a soft pink, holding the memories of his skin on hers. He could feel how needy she was, how she ground down on him, how her hands pulled at his short blond hair. Destiny purred and he moved one of his hands up, cupping her breast, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He chuckled at her sounds, continuing to play with her chest, feeling her tongue ring glide against his tongue as she deepened the kiss.

She had to know how much she was affecting him, how his cock strained against the zipper of his shorts, how badly he wanted to be buried deep inside of her, feel her wrapped around his cock, see the ecstasy in her eyes, in the way he imagined her. And she did know, she knew that he would pound her into the bed as soon as she gave him the chance, but she was having fun, seeing how turned on she could get before giving in.

It wasn't long before Slick took the initiative, flipping them around, now between her legs as they kissed. He pulled away, her lips no longer pink but now red and hot, her blonde hair splayed behind her, in contrast with the blood red sheets. He brought his lips to her neck, biting into her soft flesh, leaving tiny marks as he made his way down to her collar bones. Her chest rose and fell, her heart beat fast, her breathing heavy, he could feel the heat radiating off of her, feel the way her body craved him. He closed his lips around her nipple, teasing his tongue around the silver jewelry, her hand playing with her other nipple. She subconsciously pushed her hips up, her body trying to get her what she so badly craved, what they both did. But Slick took his time, leaving behind her breasts to kiss further down her stomach, tiny bruises forming wherever he let his mouth linger.

He finally ended up at her rose tattoos, the waistband of her panties. He looked up at her, and once she nodded, he hooked his fingers in the fabric and pulled them down, once she'd adjusted to get them all the way off, he returned, letting his lips explore her inner thighs. His bites garnered more of a reaction in this sensitive area, her thighs trying to squeeze together as he teased her. He trailed the kisses closer to her heat, his lips going everywhere except the one place she desperately needed him. He was admiring her, her smooth sex, how the roses' leaves and stems trailed down towards her inner thighs, how he could watch her chest move with every breatch, see the curve of her breasts.

Finally his tongue met its target, slowly licking her clit once, twice, playing with it softly between his teeth. She moaned out, a hand going to the back of his head. He kept teasing her clit, raising his fingers to touch her soft and sensitive skin, letting two of his fingertips dip into her entrance before slowly removing them, enjoying how her thighs tensed, how her cunt got more and more wet with every teasing touch he gave. He pushed two fingers in, revelling in the way she gripped his fingers, before curving them up to massage her g-spot, causing her to moan even louder, her legs now wrapping around his shoulders. She was practically dripping, his tongue working to lap up her juices, sweet yet musky in a way he couldn't even describe. His pace quickened, his fingers rubbing against her sweet spot faster and faster as he pumped his fingers in and out of her sex. The grip on the back of his head tightened, the thighs that he rested between shaking, her moans and whimpers loud as fluid rushed around his fingers.

"Taste yourself," his voice was husky. He raised his fingers to her mouth after he'd repositioned himself on top of her, his groin pressing against hers.

She twirled her tongue around his fingers, making contact with those piercing blue eyes as she licked her own juices from his hand. The rough material of his shorts brushed against her sensitive cunt, making her whimper under him.

He sat up on his knees, removing his belt then unzipping his shorts. He pulled down the front of his black boxers, his hard cock springing free. Destiny's eyes widened as she saw it for the first time, it had felt big, but she hadn't even imagined it coming close to the size it was. Maybe 9 inches and so fucking thick, not even able to get her thumb and forefinger to touch when she gripped him, stroking him as he returned to between her thighs. Their lips met again, tongues wrestling. Slick positioned himself at her entrance, her breath getting quicker as he pushed in, slowly at first as she stretched around him, then quickly burying his length in her. She moaned loudly, her eyes closing and her head falling back onto the pillow. Slick gained a steady rhythm, biting his lip as he delved into her velvet heat, his cock gleaming in her juices every time he pulled almost all the way out, just to slam back into her again. He got her legs onto his shoulders, allowing her to rub her clit as he fucked her, seeing her tits bounce with every thrust, her lips open slightly as she groaned.

A sheen of sweat covered her pale skin, her body heat rising from both the coke and the work out she was receiving. Slick's fingers dug into her thighs, using them as leverage as he fucked her, he could feel he was getting close, but fuck, it was too soon. Destiny could feel her second orgasm bubbling to the surface, getting closer and closer to spilling out with each thrust. Her moans filled the room, becoming choked as she reached her climax.

Her hot cunt squeezed around his cock, practically milking him, making him finally slip over the edge, his strokes getting harder, faster, sloppier, as he filled her with his cum. He released her legs from his shoulders, laying down on top of her, kissing along her jawline

AN: destinys a character in a serious book I'm writing that I'm thinking about one day publishing. She's a stripper, I'm just adding this bc I know it references her club a couple times