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scubatankfilledwithfartsWhat more could she do than [reluctantly and disgruntled-ly] follow the chicken scratch instructions on her beaus note? The birthday girl didn’t exactly have a busy schedule stretched out before her, and since the knuckleheaded ginger had decided to do….something, she might as well sustain her curiosity [puns be damned] and go make sure he hadn’t gotten himself into any trouble that he needed to get dragged out of by the skin of his ass. [One would hope not because that ass is 70% of the work input] Thus Kokonoe made her way to her trailer five minutes before the appointed time, not in any rush, just in case a mob was chasing her idiot and he needed a little space to his man-time [she doesn’t know the meaning of a swooping in rescue, but she doesn’t need a cape to laugh at him a little before eventually elbowing in to save the cowering Badou, pudding cup in hand], ignoring most goings-on around her and awkwardly returning the greetings she received; [to her surprise and puzzlement, clearly that whole anger management bullshit was just that, she could make frie- acquaintances ok] upon reaching her door she tugged her sandals off and with a deep inhale turned the doorknob, opening the door to her fate.
The door of course gave a mournful and constipated creeeeeeeeeeeeeeak to her entrance and she briefly tsked, deciding that maybe she shouldn’t let Badou deal with this door either, not after the poor and traumatized mess he left of her bathroom door. Taking the first cautious steps into her humble abode, so far there was nothing to bitc- ah, be concerned about. No bodies, no toilet paper littering the couch or the kitchen table [a death wish even on occasions such as this, they still hadn‘t gotten down to that ‘breakfast‘ business and that was fucking important as a plunger in their household] no tinkling and high pitched weeping of gingers. There was only silence dominated by the leaky tap in the kitchen and, as she sauntered closer to her bedroom door, an obnoxious and adorable sound she knew all too well. The smile that spread across her lips was immediate, and as her bedroom door relented to her, it dropped in the blink of an eye, as did her jaw [and not balls thankfully]. Wheezy snoring met her ears, along with an image that won’t leave her even when death decides to claim her; Badou Nails ‘hard boiled dumbass’ gingery knight in shiny ‘two fiddy’ dollar eye patch lay slumbering on her bed, and that wasn’t even the catch or the punch line: he was dressed in a knee-length maid uniform, complete with frills and bows [and hell maybe even an ass flap if this was one of those pornos, which it isn’t, get the fuck out], barefoot and [this isn’t a goddamn mpreg get the fuck out even more, matter of fact, pull out, right now and don’t spill any drops] pig tailed and Kokonoe couldn’t stop the snicker that popped out of her mouth, only half smothered by her palm a second later. It did nothing to deter Badou from his sweet tittyboating dreams, giving Kokonoe a moment to fully take in the image.
Long legs [thankfully not shaved or else Kokonoe wouldn’t be able to take him seriously- ….oh wait] stretched out before him, skirt a-flutter and riding up freckled calves, drool slackened craw wide and rumbling much like a bear in one of those tp commercials, sans the little papery bits to the ass, eye patch slightly askew and hair remarkably fetching in two little pigtails at the side of his head. The makeshift ashtray [a half crushed can of beer sitting innocently on her nightstand] was full to the brim with deadened cigarette buds, their smokey afterglow clearly indicated that he’d been there awhile and Kokonoe was between bafflement, annoyance, and flattery. A good threesome of the three, really.
Before her head and heart could register her feet carried her over to the side of the bed and slowly, cautiously, she gently cupped his cheek. “Care to share the surprise you cooked up for me, babe?” She murmured, lips back to full twitch, smile a-teeeeeeen-hut. Her gingery knight barely stirred, merely a mumble and a furrow of his forehead and his dreams continued, much to her chagrin. [Dammit, he slept like a log of dicks these days….]
“Nico-baaaaabe, guess what? I’m not wearing any panties~” Kokonoe tried again, knowing full well that this was the hand that feeds. This time Badou took a page out of his zombiefuck parter’s book and rolled over onto his side facing away from her, the skirt conveniently riding up and revealing all. “Mmmm Nicolas Cage, choke on a bag of rhino cocks, they can teach you the ways of the normal facial expressions ya dick cheese….” came the sleepy mumblings.
Kokonoe snorted, typical Badou behavior in his natural habitat. She did the only thing someone in her situation could do.
She reached over and promptly slapped a delicate palm across one freckled ass cheek. The response was like clockwork; Badou let out a womanly shriek, jumped about five feet off the bed and landed on said abused ass, redfaced and sputtering.
Then their eyes met and suddenly the red flush decided to make its way to the very tips of his ears as he bit his lip and averted his gaze. “U-uh….happy fuckin’ birthday….?” Cue the cheesy grin, the pose with his index finger and thumb spread across his chin, and the hip wiggle that only added to the ridiculousness of the situation.
And god dammit if it didn’t set her on edge. So she pounced, pulling herself into his lap and circling her arms around his neck. “You’re getting better at this whole sweeping of feet thing, babe. I might have to put you to work at the house chores and shit,” she purred [yes, she’ll admit it this fucking once alright, christ], mouth finding its way to one little red ear [went to market in a pretty kitty’s mouth] and teeth indenting the fleshy nub, eliciting a shiver and a grunt from Badou.
He wound his arms around her waist, tugging her more firmly flush against him, heat coiling so raptly beneath the dress that it was a wonder the damn thing wasn’t ablaze just yet [and not burning his free ballin balls yet please and thanks]. “I dunno, I think the only person who could bring out the foot fetish in me is you.” He tilted his head back with a shuddery sigh, allowing her room to work as he too went to work, a sneaky hand and dancing fingers beginning a tango up Professor Kitty Kat’s shirt, across her belly, and casually cupped one breast like a good student. “And as long as you don’t tell anyone about any apron or kitchen table shenanigans, we’re pretty much square, eh?”
Kokonoe managed a chuckle through the initial whimper at the contact, retaliation in the form of a swift grind downwards and a hissed shriek coming on strong. “Only until you break the table.”
“Details, shmetails, hurry up and get me the fuck out of this piece of shit before we ruin it. And I swear to fuck I ain’t gonna be the one to look that girl in the eyes, tell her what that stain is, and watch the blood fly and catch her like some sort of gentleman as she passes out. Again,” Badou growled, tilting his hips up to meet her, teeth grit.
“No promises.” Came the downward spiral.
The door of course gave a mournful and constipated creeeeeeeeeeeeeeak to her entrance and she briefly tsked, deciding that maybe she shouldn’t let Badou deal with this door either, not after the poor and traumatized mess he left of her bathroom door. Taking the first cautious steps into her humble abode, so far there was nothing to bitc- ah, be concerned about. No bodies, no toilet paper littering the couch or the kitchen table [a death wish even on occasions such as this, they still hadn‘t gotten down to that ‘breakfast‘ business and that was fucking important as a plunger in their household] no tinkling and high pitched weeping of gingers. There was only silence dominated by the leaky tap in the kitchen and, as she sauntered closer to her bedroom door, an obnoxious and adorable sound she knew all too well. The smile that spread across her lips was immediate, and as her bedroom door relented to her, it dropped in the blink of an eye, as did her jaw [and not balls thankfully]. Wheezy snoring met her ears, along with an image that won’t leave her even when death decides to claim her; Badou Nails ‘hard boiled dumbass’ gingery knight in shiny ‘two fiddy’ dollar eye patch lay slumbering on her bed, and that wasn’t even the catch or the punch line: he was dressed in a knee-length maid uniform, complete with frills and bows [and hell maybe even an ass flap if this was one of those pornos, which it isn’t, get the fuck out], barefoot and [this isn’t a goddamn mpreg get the fuck out even more, matter of fact, pull out, right now and don’t spill any drops] pig tailed and Kokonoe couldn’t stop the snicker that popped out of her mouth, only half smothered by her palm a second later. It did nothing to deter Badou from his sweet tittyboating dreams, giving Kokonoe a moment to fully take in the image.
Long legs [thankfully not shaved or else Kokonoe wouldn’t be able to take him seriously- ….oh wait] stretched out before him, skirt a-flutter and riding up freckled calves, drool slackened craw wide and rumbling much like a bear in one of those tp commercials, sans the little papery bits to the ass, eye patch slightly askew and hair remarkably fetching in two little pigtails at the side of his head. The makeshift ashtray [a half crushed can of beer sitting innocently on her nightstand] was full to the brim with deadened cigarette buds, their smokey afterglow clearly indicated that he’d been there awhile and Kokonoe was between bafflement, annoyance, and flattery. A good threesome of the three, really.
Before her head and heart could register her feet carried her over to the side of the bed and slowly, cautiously, she gently cupped his cheek. “Care to share the surprise you cooked up for me, babe?” She murmured, lips back to full twitch, smile a-teeeeeeen-hut. Her gingery knight barely stirred, merely a mumble and a furrow of his forehead and his dreams continued, much to her chagrin. [Dammit, he slept like a log of dicks these days….]
“Nico-baaaaabe, guess what? I’m not wearing any panties~” Kokonoe tried again, knowing full well that this was the hand that feeds. This time Badou took a page out of his zombiefuck parter’s book and rolled over onto his side facing away from her, the skirt conveniently riding up and revealing all. “Mmmm Nicolas Cage, choke on a bag of rhino cocks, they can teach you the ways of the normal facial expressions ya dick cheese….” came the sleepy mumblings.
Kokonoe snorted, typical Badou behavior in his natural habitat. She did the only thing someone in her situation could do.
She reached over and promptly slapped a delicate palm across one freckled ass cheek. The response was like clockwork; Badou let out a womanly shriek, jumped about five feet off the bed and landed on said abused ass, redfaced and sputtering.
Then their eyes met and suddenly the red flush decided to make its way to the very tips of his ears as he bit his lip and averted his gaze. “U-uh….happy fuckin’ birthday….?” Cue the cheesy grin, the pose with his index finger and thumb spread across his chin, and the hip wiggle that only added to the ridiculousness of the situation.
And god dammit if it didn’t set her on edge. So she pounced, pulling herself into his lap and circling her arms around his neck. “You’re getting better at this whole sweeping of feet thing, babe. I might have to put you to work at the house chores and shit,” she purred [yes, she’ll admit it this fucking once alright, christ], mouth finding its way to one little red ear [went to market in a pretty kitty’s mouth] and teeth indenting the fleshy nub, eliciting a shiver and a grunt from Badou.
He wound his arms around her waist, tugging her more firmly flush against him, heat coiling so raptly beneath the dress that it was a wonder the damn thing wasn’t ablaze just yet [and not burning his free ballin balls yet please and thanks]. “I dunno, I think the only person who could bring out the foot fetish in me is you.” He tilted his head back with a shuddery sigh, allowing her room to work as he too went to work, a sneaky hand and dancing fingers beginning a tango up Professor Kitty Kat’s shirt, across her belly, and casually cupped one breast like a good student. “And as long as you don’t tell anyone about any apron or kitchen table shenanigans, we’re pretty much square, eh?”
Kokonoe managed a chuckle through the initial whimper at the contact, retaliation in the form of a swift grind downwards and a hissed shriek coming on strong. “Only until you break the table.”
“Details, shmetails, hurry up and get me the fuck out of this piece of shit before we ruin it. And I swear to fuck I ain’t gonna be the one to look that girl in the eyes, tell her what that stain is, and watch the blood fly and catch her like some sort of gentleman as she passes out. Again,” Badou growled, tilting his hips up to meet her, teeth grit.
“No promises.” Came the downward spiral.
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