𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

New York x Louisiana

WARNING!

Rapey stuff. And smut. And sexual themes. Begone, smol beans...

Louisiana had been dancing with Kentucky for what felt like hours before the clock struck midnight. By now, they were not only drunk but physically and mentally exhausted. Still, they continued to enjoy themselves.

Any sensible person could tell you that Louisiana was definitely a little touchy. It was by no means a secret at this point. Often at bars he would be caught getting close to others, especially taller and more attractive guys, brushing up against them and trying to make physical contact. Louisiana also tended to be a flirt, sexual jokes and such being obviously enjoyable to the guy. Some states (which Louisiana obviously didn't get along with) would slut shame such behaviors, but he didn't care at all. Life continued on, and so did the night.

Louisiana loved night time. He would often sleep in, then stay up all night just to find the right crowd of people. The most fun group of people at a bar, perhaps the lonely guy outside. It was exciting and exhilarating, especially when the sketchy people came out to play....

Tonight, he had reluctantly invited Kentucky to join him in his nightly festivities. Despite not being the most fun person out there, Kentucky sure could drink. The guy was never satisfied, always craving more, not different from Louisiana. Louisiana had a certain itch that he could never quite scratch by himself, and Kentucky was an alcoholic. Basically the same thing but not a slut. The two got along quite well. It was a rare friendship of Louisiana's; a friendship which wasn't based around sex. Although, that's not to say that Louisiana had never fantasized. He just didn't want to scare poor Kentucky off.

Anyways, Kentucky left Louisiana alone, telling him that he needed to use the bathroom. Given the chance, Louisiana ran off. He explored the bar, seeking someone to pass the time with. Perhaps, even, the night. Louisiana found the perfect guy.... Tall, attractive, visibly not enjoying himself at the bar. Louisiana approached him slowly, to introduce himself. "Hello, there." Louisiana said once he had gotten very close. The man looked down at him. Louisiana, filled to the brim with alcohol and hormones, couldn't help inching closer. The man seemed a little antsy, because he made sure to keep his personal space. Oh, a timid one. Nothing a little dancing and booze couldn't fix, right? "What's your name, baby?" Louisiana flirted.

The guy in the corner backed up and walked away. Louisiana sighed to himself. Bummer, he was cute. He turned around and smacked into Kentucky's chest. He was about to apologize when Kentucky firmly grabbed his wrist. "Ken! What are you doing?" Louisiana asked as Kentucky led him out of the bar and into the alleyway beside it.

Kentucky pinned Louisiana up against the rough, brick walls of a building. "Can you just quit fucking around for once?!" Kentucky yelled in his face, obviously blinded by confusion and liquor. Louisiana winced. "You know me, Ken! You know what I'm like! You should be us--" he attempted to defend his actions, but was cut off. "You're way too fucking blind!!! Are you dense?!" Kentucky's grip loosened a bit. "You've had someone who wants to take care of you this whole time." Kentucky said, his volume decreasing. Louisiana would have backed up right about now if there wasn't a wall behind him. "Kentucky? What are you on about?" Louisiana asked. But Kentucky said nothing. Instead, he suddenly harshly pulled Louisiana away from the wall and slammed him back into it. Louisiana payed it no mind, not hurt. "Since you're such a slut, you wouldn't understand, huh? W-Would you love me if I were to pleasure you? Is that what makes you love a guy?" Kentucky's hands clamped Louisiana's wrists even tighter, to the point where it almost felt like it would bruise.

"D-Don't worry, I'll make you love me. We will always be together after this. You won't need anyone else but me," Kentucky was smiling for some reason. Louisiana actually had no idea what to make of this. Then, Kentucky pressed his lips against Louisiana's. He moved his arms downwards and grabbed Louisiana's waist, hoisting him up using the building to support Louisiana and grabbing onto his thighs as he kept him off the ground. The kiss was rough and forced, yet pleasurable. Louisiana had not expected this behavior from his friend. It kind of turned him on, in all honesty. It was only because it was wrong that Louisiana liked it. When Kentucky's hand snaked downwards and began to undo Louisiana's pants, that was when Louisiana realized how far this was going. Honestly, he didn't want Kentucky to stop. But since he knew that Kentucky wouldn't anyways, he did what any other masochist in his position would do. He sat there and secretly enjoyed it, like a fantasy come to life.

Kentucky suddenly pulled him away from the wall and forced him down onto the bumpy and textured cement. Kentucky wasn't going to bother to stop and make sure Louisiana would feel good from this. He immediately began to jerk Louisiana's pants down. "No boxers, huh? Slut." Kentucky commented, placing a hand on Louisiana's dick. He began to squeeze it. "Gah~ Kentucky, stop!" Louisiana pleaded, although secretly he was hoping for more. Kentucky clamped a hand over Louisiana's mouth. "Shut up," he commanded, before beginning to zip down his fly. He was about to take out his cock when someone coughed from behind Kentucky.

Kentucky turned around. Louisiana couldn't see who it was due to Kentucky being in the way. Whoever it was must have intimidated Kentucky, or at least been able to reason with him because next thing Louisiana knew, the guy was gone. Louisiana sat up and pulled up his pants, before glancing up the a taller state which had chased Ken off. Oh my God, it was New York. Louisiana stood, and knew immediately what he wanted to do. Afterall, he had kind of been looking forward to what the man had ruined and Louisiana was hard now.

"Are you okay?" New York asked Louisiana. Louisiana nodded. "Yeah, but.... He was my ride home." He replied. Louisiana frowned. New York sighed, "I uh. I'll get you home, okay?" Louisiana smiled, "reaaaally? Wow, thanks."

So, they ended up in the backseat of an uber together.

Throughout the ride to Louisiana's home, Louisiana made subtle moves which New York declined promptly. This rather frustrated Louisiana, but he kept trying anyhow.

Finally, the uber arrived at Louisiana's house. "New York, would you like to come inside?" "No tha--" "okay, great let's go!" Louisiana practically dragged New York inside.

"C'mon, Yorkie," Louisiana turned to face him the second they entered the house, "don't you like me?" New York didn't like this. "Nnnnnot like that." He replied, obviously concerned by Louisiana's approaches. Louisiana ignored New York's discomfort, looping his arms around the Empire State's neck gently. "We could fix that~" he whispered. "Hell no- look, you're drunk and it's late- err, early! I have to be leaving-" New York began to rattle off reasons he should leave immediately. "Well, I'm fixing to make this quick sooo~" Louisiana was about to kiss New York. New York pushed him away. "No thanks... Good night." New York hurried out.

"Aww, c'mon!" Louisiana followed him, pouting.

❤Rip New York❤

"He was an okay man."
- New Jersey

"Wow, he's getting married?"
- Minnesota

"No, Minne, he is not. Quit ruining the end of the oneshot."
- Michigan