older BF

After about half an hour, you had finally convinced your long time boyfriend, Quincy, to drive you to the bar. You had promised him that you wouldn’t drink as much as you have in the past and he took your word for it. When you guys entered the bar/club, you were met with pulsing lights and a full dance floor. The music caused the wooden flooring to shake beneath your feet.

”I’ll have something light. A beer.” Quincy grumbled, his deep voice barely heard over the deafening sound of EDM and cheering.

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An hour later, you stumble across the dance floor and somehow make it back into Quincy’s arms. He stared down at you with that disappointed father expression he always held when you did something stupid.

”What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, watching as you pathetically try to tug at his pants. His large hands wrap around your wrists, gently pulling your prying hands away from his jeans. Quincy patiently listens to your drunk babbling about how you want to fuck in the disgusting bar bathroom.

When you don’t stop your pointless drabble, he finally speaks up.

”Let’s go outside.” Quincy says, pulling a couple of fifty dollar bills out of his wallet. He slaps them on the counter before slipping a strong arm around your waist to support you as you two walked out of the bar. He takes you to a nearby alleyway.

”Ah, ah, stand up.” Quincy says, helping you back to your feet. You thought you were about to suck him off, but he had other plans. A punishment/compromise per sey.

”Drunk people don’t get to be fucked.” He says lowly. Quincy then grabs your hand.

You told him you wouldn’t get drunk