Wasted

^^^ For all a y'all fuckers who like to use the word 'fat'.

And I salute the women and men who doesn't mind seeing a little meat on dem bones. Boys, keep lovin these girls. And girls... keep pulling up these girls instead of pushing them down. 😘😘

Anywaaaayysss...

How are all my bootyful supporters doing?

See what I did there? Ha!Goteem! 😂😂 I crack myself up. *wipes away tear*

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Oh, this was a hard one. I apologize in advance to anyone who's uncomfortable with this. I'm so so sorry!

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I giggle uncontrollably as Arthur throws me down on my bed, causing me to bounce multiple times before settling. That was fun! "Do it again." I stumble up, throwing myself at him. My grin feels lethal but I can't stop it.

"Do what?" Arthur asks, puzzled.

I gesture to the bed frantically. "Throw me on the bed like you did!"

His expression shifts and I can only focus on how handsome he is when he smiles. "You threw yourself down, babe."

Blinking, I look from him to my bed and back. My arms are around his shoulders suddenly, limbs molding to his. "Doesn't matter! Do it again!"

Arthur chuckles, quickly lifting me up by my butt and dropping us both onto my bed again. Relentless giggles bubble in my chest, subsiding when I meet his warm stare. The bed is still a wave of motion and so is my insides.

Arthur leans forward and my breath catches in my throat. He kisses my forehead gently before rolling away. The bed elevates where he vacates.

"No, baby come back!" I whine, reaching for him.

He stares at me for an unbearable moment before he gives in and comes back to me. Arthur leans down, hovering over me.

"What do you want from me?" The words would be harsher if he didn't say them so softly or look at me like I'm the prettiest girl alive.

It made my stomach flip and my cheeks flush. Smiling, I run my hands over the curve of his shoulders until they're resting on the sides of his neck.

"Hi," I whisper. My thumbs caress the spot under his ears until he's relaxing into me. His chest presses into mine.

He sighs. "You're trying to get me killed," Arthur grumbles, tilting his head sideways. His lips brush against the inside of my left wrist.

"Am not." My hands stray to the back of his neck, creeping down the back of his shirt.

He hums, nipping at my skin gently and making me squeal. The sound turns into another giggle. Our snuggling goes on for a while. Until our breathing syncs and his head rests on my shoulder.

The room is spinning and I'm so dizzy it's almost sickening but I can stay like this forever. My nails drag lazily over his back, neck, and the tips of his dark hair.

"You know what I'm gonna do?" Arthur says suddenly. He isn't loud but it's the only indication that I'm about to fall asleep.

No, let's not do anything. I feel so at ease

"I'm gonna go make you some tea." He lifts his head to meet my low eyes.

"Tea?" I ask in confusion, still moving my hands on his back.

"Yeah. Might help with the potential hangover," he explains softly. "I'll make some and bring up water too, okay?"

I thought about it for a second before nodding. "Okay." I unwrap my limbs from around him, allowing him to get up.

"In the meantime, I want you to change, brush your teeth, and get ready for bed okay?" He talks to me like I'm so fragile. As if a little liquor will break me. It's nice.

"Okay, papi." Sighing, I sink into my pillows, already forgetting everything he said.

Arthur makes a pained sound, that's enough for me to perk up. To make sure he isn't being wrestled by a monster in the middle of my room. I'm not sure I'll be able to help. I have a Dad for that though.

Instead, he's standing at my bedside, jaw clenched and his eyes shut tightly. What I say?

I'm distracted soon enough as my eyes rake down his tense form. He's so tall. So sexy. I bite the inside of my cheek almost painfully, zoning in on the slight bulge in his joggers. Was that there before?

With that in mind, I rise up on my knees in the middle of the bed despite the spinning in my head and make my way toward him. I rest my hand on his firm chest. He's so... buff.

"Papi." Arthur's eyes snap open and widen. Oh... that's what I said. "Stay with me." I run my hands down his chest, around his back, and under his shirt. I can't mute the sound that escapes me at the feel of his smooth skin under my hands. He's just so...

I lower my face to the curve of his neck, inhaling deeply and pressing my lips to his skin. My hands keep exploring his skin. Occasionally, I use my nails, scratching him gently--never enough to break. This time it causes a groan to slip past his lips. I angle my head, running my nose along the line of his neck to his Adam's apple. I press my lips to it softly. Everything's swimming in a thick air of lust and want.

"Grace." He pulls away suddenly, hands on my arms as he takes a step back. "I'll go make your tea." He slowly sits me back on my heels, expression determined. I blink a few times, still trying to figure out what's happening. Seeing this, he runs a hand down his face in frustration. "I'll be right back." He leaves without another word.

I groan in my own kind of frustration and the dizziness that seems to be getting worse. My limbs feel numb. I cup my head in my hands, trying to ground myself. Sober Grace wouldn't do this. What am I doing?

I stay like that for I don't know how long. Until the room rights itself, I guess. When I feel centered, I decide to go brush my teeth. Maybe some normalcy and moving around will help.

I slide to the edge of the bed and pull my shirt over my head. My hand brushes across my forehead in the process, smearing something wet against the back of it. I frown, bringing my hand up again and wiping at my forehead. I gasp when I feel it again.

"Are you crying?" I pat my forehead. "It's okay, daddy will be back soon."

I stand from the bed, heading to my bathroom on jelly legs. I don't reach very far before I'm face-palming the floor with a yelp. I laugh at myself because I can't feel anything, then get up on my hands and knees to crawl the rest of the way.

"Think like a duck!" I chirp, lifting my nose in the air and pushing out my butt, swishing side to side while whistling a tune from Aristocats. It's been so long, I should watch it again later.

Once I'm inside my bathroom, I stay close to the door, arching my back so that my chest is almost touching the floor, and swing by butt, slamming the door shut.

I giggle as I crawl over to my face basin and haul myself up off the floor, latching onto its edge to drag myself up. I grin at the girl across from me at her wide smile. "You're so preeeetttyyy! What's your name gorgeous?" I lean in toward her, she does the same. When she doesn't answer, I frown, lifting a hand to poke her. "Hey yo-" I stop when my hand collides with a solid surface. Realization hits me, and I scoff a laugh. "You tried to play me, you sexy sly vixen you."

I flail my way out of my clothes until I'm only in my light purple lace panties and matching bra. I put a snake-long load of toothpaste on my toothbrush and get to work, swaying my hips and humming. I start making random noises with my mouth, watching as suds and bubbles fly all over the mirror and face basin. Something about it is so amusing so I keep going.

"Grace," Arthur calls through the door with hesitancy, "you good in there?"

He's back!

I rinse my mouth out quickly then throw myself at the door. My forehead connects with the hardwood, and that does me in. I fall to the floor for the second time tonight with a loud thump. When did I close the door?

"What the hell!" Arthur barges in but stops when he sees me on the floor, sprawled out, staring up at the ceiling blankly. "What are you doing?" he asks, humor in his voice. Someone's having fun at least.

It's quite obvious what I'm doing (or what happened), so I don't say anything. I can't feel and I can't see. So I hold my hands out above myself and he gets the hint right away.

Arthur stands over me, both feet planted firmly on either side of my legs. He leans down, the back of his forearms resting on his thighs as he stares at me straight in the eyes. "You're a mess, and I will never let you drink again." Then he takes my hands as he stands to pull me off the floor. I fall lazily onto his chest, making him stumble. Sometimes I forget I'm like half his size. It's so easy to forget when he manages it so well. Arthurs lifts me until my feet are dangling toward the floor. See?

He walks us toward my bed but settles me onto the edge instead of throwing me like I wanted him to earlier. He then reaches over to my nightstand retrieving a mug and hands it to me before disappearing. The first sip at the warm green cinnamon concoction has me humming in appreciation. How does he even know we have tea here? I take a few sips, enjoying the feeling of the warmth in my chest on its way down. He's right, it does help a little. By the time any words exchange between us again, the cup is almost empty.

"Hey." He rubs soothing circles into my back from behind me. "How do you feel?"

I tilt my head back and drain the last of the tea, then place the empty mug down on the bedside table. When I turn, knee pressing into the side of the bed, Arthur is stretched out on the other side, one of his feet anchoring him on the floor.

I rake the length of his body, taking in everything he has to offer. I wonder what he looks like under those clothes...

Pressing my hands into the sheets, crawling toward him. Without a doubt, I probably look like a lioness right now. A sexy one at that.

He gives me a tired look. "No," he says firmly. I keep going anyway. I just want to be close to him. His eyes narrow. "I'll scream. Grace, I'm serious."

Saddling up to his side, I lean in to press a kiss to his ear. "Bet you won't," I whisper, hitching a heavy thigh over his waist.

He doesn't stop me when I run my hands from his neck, down his chest, over his pecks, and dipping down to his stomach between us. I lift the bottom of his shirt, slipping my hand beneath the material, letting my fingertips roam and dip between the indents of his abs. Even with the solidness of his body, his skin is smooth and soft

"You're so soft," I whisper. I lay my head next to his on the pillows, pouting when he pulls my hand away from lingering at that dangerous place above his waistband. "Why can't we?"

"Cause you're drunk, Georgous," he said softly, placing my open palm on his chest instead. His hand ends up resting on my bare thigh.

My head pops up. I ignore my brain rattling as I shake my head. "I'm not that drunk, I promise."

His smile is bright and so pretty. "I believe you. But let's get some sleep okay?" Then he smirks. "We'll try again tomorrow.

Huffing, I drop my head back onto the pillow, pushing myself closer to him. Several things happened at once; my hand massaged his chest, I might've leaned forward and nipped at his ear involuntarily, and the inside of my thigh pressed against his groin area. Hard enough for him to groan.

"Baby," he whines, but the sound is so low and lustfilled that I start crawling on top of him again. "Nope!" He presses me back against the bed with a hand on my side. Said hand travels back down my body to rest on my thigh, squeezing firmly. My eyes almost roll back. The last guy who touched me like this didn't do it this good. It had been a party, mild flirting, it was nothing compared to this. That, I didn't do again. But this... this I can do over and over even if it doesn't go anywhere.

"Getting comfortable," is my breathless excuse.

Arthur shakes his head at me. "Why can't you be like this when you're sober?" His eyes fall to my mouth. "It would be so much easier."

"I am sober," I say quickly. We can kiss. Kissing is fine, isn't it?

"Yeah, right." He scoffs. "It's bedtime, Princess." He sounds tired now, and somewhere deep in my subconscious tells me I should be guilty.

Arthur's hands go to my waist to move me but I stop him by throwing my arm around him and hugging myself closer. "No, I'm not ready to go!"

"And you say you're sober," he mutters to himself. "C'mon, go to bed."

I let him go with a huff and roll away. "Meany." I stick my tongue out at him. I reach an arm around my back, undoing my bra. Best feeling ever!

"G-Grace, what are you doing?" Arthur exclaims, hopping up from the bed.

Blinking, I realize how not good the action is, but I still have to explain. "I can't sleep in this. It's been poking me weird all night." I say while pulling my bra straps down my arms. He looks so torn about what to do, that I stop midway and hold my hands over my breasts to keep them covered.

His crotch is doing that thing again which is exciting but this is an odd situation all the same. With that thought, I think I'm sobering up.

Arthur blinks suddenly, ripping his eyes away from my chest. He shakes his head vigorously. "No." He reaches over his head, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on my bed before turning his back on me. "Put that on," he says quickly

My shoulders sag in disappointment but I take my bra off all the way and put the shirt on anyway. "Okay, you can look now," I announce, a bit of annoyance seeping into my tone.

I busy myself with pulling my covers back but it's hard to do that when I'm sitting on them. Eventually, I maneuver my way under them, ignoring Arthur's unneeded help with flipping them back far enough. I huff and puff until I'm comfortable enough. But when I finally settle, my head spins with the room, making me groan.

Arthur slips under the covers with me and I pretend not to notice him.

"It helps to elevate your head," he said. "For me anyway."

I finally meet his warm gaze and nearly melt. Why must he still be so sweet? I despise it.

He rests one of his hands on his chest, tapping it. An invitation.

A moment passes before I shuffle toward him, resting my head against his chest. We're basically back to the position we were in before, and it seems it's going to become a thing for us if our relationship goes anywhere after tonight.

My hand is back to resting on his stomach, my fingers feeling the grooves with the rise and dip of his breathing.  My eyes catch the ink on his left arm, that rises up and flutters onto his chest. A large cross sits in the center with two angels on each of his pecks, on either side.  I trace the beautiful ink with a nail, then run my palm over it. It's hard to believe he got all this work done in one summer. But maybe he didn't. Maybe it was just the sleeve. I didn't see him topless on a day-to-day basis even though we live across from each other so he could've easily gotten those months before.

"I like it," I murmur. Not that he needs my approval, I just feel like voicing it.

"That's good."  He clears his throat. "Could you... ease up a bit," he says, his voice straining. He taps my thigh that's really pressed up on him. Not that I have much to go off of, but it's a pretty impressive bulge. And it feels so odd but nice against me-

"Grace, please," Arthur broke into my thoughts.

I glance up at him, watching his tight jaw and feeling his hand tighten on my leg. He's so hot. He really is much more of a man now.

He adjusts us both swiftly, so I'm torturing him as much anymore. The suddenness of it has me gasping in surprise. While I'm still getting my mind together, he's already relaxing.

Arthur sees the look on my face and smirks. "My dick, my rules."

Shocked, I gape at him. "Don't say that word." I scowl.

His fist comes up to his lips, his body shaking beneath mine. My upper body rises a little so I can slap my palms on his chest in worry and give myself a headstart if I need to jet. "Earthquake," I whisper, terrified as I look around my room, waiting for everything to start falling. Makeup. I have to get my makeup.

Arthur hugs me to his body tightly before I can jump into action. He laughs into my neck. I frown, not understanding why he finds it funny that we're going to die any second now. He pulls away, cupping my face in his large hand. His hands are rough but I don't mind it.

"You're so adorable," he declares, with a smile so wide it gets my heart racing.

"Oh, uh, thank you." I reciprocate his smile even though it's hesitant at first. I place my chin on the back of my hands now crossed on his chest, staring at him. He moves his hand from my face to my side, spreading his fingers over my hips. "I like this too," I whisper, my eyes shifting to his lips then back to his warm brown eyes.

"I bet." His tone is teasing but his smile content.

"What happened to this..." I lean forward, taking his bottom lip between my teeth briefly. Where his lip ring used to be.

His lips part as I tug a little at the soft flesh. It's halfway through this action that my mind blares at me just how daring that is.

His eyes are hooded when I draw back to gauge his reaction. I watch him pull his bottom lip into his mouth then release it, making it look all moist and luscious, and my mind blanks.

What were we talking about again?

It takes a moment but he speaks. "Took it out a couple months ago," he says. "Forgot to put it back in so it closed up," he explains gruffly. Lip ring. That's what we're talking about.

"Oh. I wanna get a piercing." I do, but I haven't brought it up with my folks yet, so it's been on the back burner.

"Yeah? What kind?" He's massaging my thigh so good right now.

I stick my tongue out, indicating I want a tongue piercing. "Or a navel one."

"Definitely the navel one." His hands finally settle on my butt, rubbing it in circles. "Are you wearing a thong?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

I scoff. "No, but none of my underwear ever wins a competition with my butt. It's so sad." I whisper to him as if I was telling him a huge secret. "My friends say it's a good thing, but honestly, it gets annoying. Walking around with a constant wedgy," I explain, irate. I see him pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle another one of those smiles. "Then again I hate panty lines, they're the devil, so when I wear jeans or sweatpants, I wear boy shorts, they're the best, but they get annoying too." I let out a tired sigh. "Story of my life."

"I've never thought underwear could be so interesting." Amusement shines in his eyes. He brings his hand up to ruffle the front of his hair a little. I wait patiently for him to finish doing that so I can take his hand and place it back on my bum, moving it around like he did before. He eyes me in that special amused way I'm coming to recognize but does what I want him to. "You're a big baby."

"Your big baby." I grin at him.

"My big baby," he confirms.

Suddenly something comes to my mind and I blurt it out like I've been doing everything else. "You never told me why you never liked John." I want to know. It's one of those mysteries of the universe-type things.

He pauses, fire lighting his eyes. "I still don't like the fucker-"

"Hey!" I exclaim, offended for my friend.

"But that is a question for sober Grace."

"I am sober Grace, look!" I point at my face, moving closer.

"Mhmm," he drawls.

"But I am!"

"C'mere, it's time for my big baby to go to sleep." He places his other hand against the back of my neck, fingers moving gently until he leads my head to rest against his chest again and starts humming.

"But I don't wanna..." my grumble trails off as my eyes droop and all my exhaustion catches up to me.