"If I said he wasn't hot, then I'd be lying."

Holy shit. You're fighting every urge not to snap photos like rabid paparazzi right now. You're currently at the mall hiding behind a column as you watch the hottest guy you've ever —and you mean EVER— seen window-shop before the glass displays of Hot Topic. He's lingering by the store entrance, fiddling with his silver piercings while biting his lip. You so badly wish you were his piercings right now. Hell, you wish you were his teeth. You want to sink into those surprisingly plump, juicy, kissable lips— it's a crime they're not getting the attention they deserve, you bemoan internally as you wipe the saliva off from the corner of your mouth. You're not a man-eater. You wouldn't call yourself one. A pervert at most, maybe, though not a man-eater. Probably. But throw caution to the wind at the first sighting of a cute guy at the mall. It'd be a waste not to say hi, right? --- Part 3 of The Lyricist's Collection I stumbled across the explicit song Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica and I thought of a scenario with such a funny inner voice I decided to share, haha Do whatever you want with him, just be sweet, he's too cute ♡ Contains Auto-Cards by LewdLeah but are disabled