FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY A JEAN FIC

FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY A JEAN FIC

BEHIND BARS.

03. POWER PLAY & MANIPULATION + JEAN KIERSTEN

࿔ pairing: officer!jean kiersten x bimbo!reader

࿔ synopsis: you found yourself in a holding cell in the middle of the night after a halloween party gone wrong. maybe if you bat your eyelashes a little more, you can convince the nice officer to let you go.

࿔ cw: dubcon, reader is drunk, handcuffs, use of the pet name daddy, throat fucking, spanking, degradation, orgasm denial, dumbification, infidelity, unprotected sex, squirting, fingering, anal play, dacryphilia, breath play, impact play, hair pulling, spitting, breeding kink, overstimulation, reader is kind of a bimbo

࿔ wc: 5.2k

a/n: after hours of technical difficulties and stress, better late than never xoxo

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“public indecency, huh?” jean cackled as he tossed your papers onto his desk before returning his attention to his phone.

“it was an accident!” you protested, words slurring while you huffed and crossed your arms. it really wasn’t an accident. you got too drunk for your own good and decided to show the whole neighborhood how good your tits looked. you didn’t plan on spending the rest of halloween night in a holding cell. you were supposed to be party hopping with your friends, but two parties in, you overestimated just how much alcohol you could drink.

of course, you were lucky enough to flash the neighbors just as the police rolled up. they had to make an example out of you, so you ended up cuffed in the back of the squad car. now, you sat on the cold concrete bench behind the metal bars of the cell by yourself, the alcohol still in full effect.

“i didn’t know you could accidentally flash an entire neighborhood.”

“wasn’t me.” you giggled, laying down on the bench to keep the room from spinning. you almost forgot how restricting your costume was.

you had on a button down white mini dress that barely covered your ass, and the small nurse’s hat you had on earlier in the night was long gone—probably on someone’s couch drenched in alcohol. your fishnets were full of holes and torn up from how many times you tripped throughout the night. you discarded the uncomfortable heels you had on hours ago, waddling around in some random girl’s slippers that she let you borrow.

the buttons on your dress were on the verge of popping off, tits threatening to spill out at any minute. you groaned, sitting back up to undo a few more buttons so you could move more freely. you almost forgot you had an audience as you sighed out, tits sitting pretty in a black lace balconette underneath the white nurse outfit. jean cleared his throat as he glanced at your supple breasts, adjusting in his seat as his cock began to stir in his pants. he inwardly cursed at himself, palming at his half hardened cock.

“i wanna go home!” you sighed loudly.

“you do the crime, you pay the time, sweetheart.” jean continued aimlessly scrolling on his phone, leaning far back in his chair. “might as well get real comfortable. it’s gonna be a long night for you.”

“don’t i get another phone call?” you whined. you wasted your only phone call when you drunkenly dialed the wrong number. instead of calling your boyfriend, you called a disconnected line. the monotonous dial tone was the last thing you needed to hear after your long night. you were shivering and the cold presence of jean looming over your shoulder didn’t help. the quiet sounds of the wind outside and the creaking of metal bars became deafening.

“nope. should’ve double checked the number before you called.” jean chuckled, lowering his eyes to your hardened nipples peaking through your dress. you rubbed your arms, goosebumps forming on your skin as you let out a soft whine. you were really regretting your costume choice. if you would have known you’d end up in a 4x4 concrete cell, you might have gone with something different.

“no no! i cant stay here for the rest of night. i’ll do whatever you ask, please just let me out!” your bottom lip quivered as tears threatened to fall. just thinking about sleeping in this cold cell was enough to make you shiver. your anxiety skyrocketed, creating such obscene scenarios to scare yourself even more. jean didn’t pay any mind to your cries and pleas—he’s heard it all before.

“i’ll do anything you want if you let me go, please! ask me to do anything and i’ll do it, i promise!” you whined, a pout forming on your lips. now that grabbed jean’s attention.

“you’ll do whatever i say, huh?“ the wheels began turning in his head. he thought of all the things he could have you do for him. all because you couldn’t bare a few more hours in the cell.

“yes,” you sniffled, “anything.”

“well i suppose i could let you out… maybe let you have another quick phone call.”

“really? oh my god, thank you so much.”

“but my kindness ain’t free, sweetheart. you gotta pay up,” jean grinned.

“but i don’t have any money to give you.” you dropped your shoulders in defeat.

“you’re adorable. i’m not talking about money. c’mere, let me cuff you then i’ll let you out.” you slotted your hands through the opening in the bars, thinking nothing of his generosity, glee peering behind your bright eyes. jean gently cuffed your hands, then unlocked the cell after you stepped back.

“thank you so much!” you squealed, getting ready to walk out, hoping that jean would follow behind you so you could grab your things.

“aht, we’re not finished.” jean tsked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. his breath hitched at the sudden throb of his cock as your doe eyes met his. your eyes glossed over with hope and confusion. his gaze traveled down your body, focusing on how your tits spilled out of your slutty nurse costume, your ass hanging out from the mini dress.

“you said you’d do anything... right?” jean brought his hand up to caress your cheek, closing the space between the two of you. you meekly nodded, eyes darting around the room nervously. your hands felt clammy, the tension circulating in the room stealing any words forming on your tongue.

“hm,” he tilted his head, eyes darkening, “get on your knees.”

“huh? why?” you cocked your head to the side. he chuckled at your naivety.

“don’t you wanna go home? i know you don’t wanna spend the rest of the night in that cell.” he cooed, faux pouting. you chewed on your bottom lip as you weighed your options. you nodded your head, slowly sinking down to your knees, cuffed hands sitting on your lap as you stared down at his boots.

“atta girl. now don’t be shy, take my cock out.” you winced at his bluntness, furrowing your eyebrows as you shook your head.

“i can’t do that!” you exclaimed, taken aback by his lewd request. you were drunk, but not drunk enough to comply.

“oh? and why is that?” he cocked his eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest, making you feel small under his fiery gaze.

“because i have a boyfriend! and you can’t make me! i’d rather stay here all night.” you protested.

“oh, i can’t make you?” he challenged. your blood ran cold at his change in demeanor. you knew he absolutely could make you do anything he wanted, but you shook your head anyway, refusing to let him get one over on you.

“are you disobeying an officer, sweetheart? you know that’s illegal.”

“that’s not-“ you started, but he cut you off before you could defend yourself.

“you have direct orders from an officer. you wanna spend another night in jail for failure to comply?”

“you can’t-“

“two nights.”

“no i-“

“three?”

you fell silent, shaky hands reaching up to unzip his pants. you made the mistake of looking up at him as your fingers went to pull the waistband of his boxers. heat pooled in your core from the way he looked down at you, the corner of his mouth upturned, his eyes clouded with lust and dominance. he knew how to play his cards right. how to abuse his power.

after slight hesitation, jean grew impatient and cupped your hands in his to help you pull his boxers down. your eyes widened and you scooted back an inch from how intimidating his cock was. you almost passed out at the thought of it cutting off your airway and being pummeled down your throat. his length alone was enough to ruin you, but his sheer girth would definitely split you in half. you shook your head

“i can’t take all of that.” you gulped.

“aw, don’t worry, baby. you can take every last inch.” jean smirked before grabbing a fistful of your hair and easing his cock down your throat before pulling out. you coughed as he did so, the head touching the back of your throat and causing you to silently gag. he had caught you completely off guard as you blinked up at him. he didn’t give you anymore time to prepare yourself before he thrusted his hips forward, filling your mouth with his cock.

you gagged around his length, his cock bruising your throat as he lodged himself down your throat. he used your hair as leverage to fuck your face, hissing as your tongue slid up the underside of his cock. you batted your eyelashes as you looked up at him, tears stinging your waterline as he continued bullying his cock into your mouth.

he was only halfway inside, snickering as he watched you struggle to take the rest, coughing when he pulled out. you took the short supply of oxygen for granted as he rammed his cock back in your mouth, setting a pace you couldn’t keep up with. his cockhead was prodding the back of your throat, bruising it in the process.

drool seeped out of the side of your mouth, dribbling down your chin and onto your breasts. his length was now coated in saliva, spilling onto his heavy balls as he fucked your throat. you hollowed out your cheeks, finding yourself struggling to breathe, missing the sweet air that was now inaccessible.

“fucckk.” jean groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as you let him use you for his own pleasure. he abruptly yanked your head up, admiring how pretty you looked with tears brimming your face and snot decorating your upper lip, chin wet with spit. you gasped for air, coughing and panting as you blinked away the rest of your tears, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“open up.” he purred. you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as he spit on your tongue. you moaned quietly at the action, making brief eye contact with him before he slapped his cock on your tongue a few times. your lips closed around the tip, lightly sucking on it as you kissed it. jean cursed under his breath before roughly stuffing his cock inside of your mouth.

“i know you can take the rest, c’mon. breathe through your nose, baby.” his words shot straight to your leaking core. you squeezed your thighs together, whining as he shoved your head all the way down, your nose brushing against his abdomen. he held you there, ignoring your fingers tapping on his thigh. you coughed around him, trying to remember to inhale through your nose as your airflow was cut off entirely.

your hands snaked down to the heat radiating between your thighs, gently dipping underneath your panties and gliding up and down your folds. jean looked down at you, noticing your cuffed hands stuffed in your cunt. he grunted as he pulled you off, his cock ready for release.

“you gettin’ off on me fucking that pretty face?” jean panted, stroking his cock in front of your face. you nodded eagerly as your dainty fingers slipped in between your wet folds, a soft moan leaving your lips. he studied your face for moment, wheels in his head turning before he grabbed hold of your arm, yanking you up from your spot on the floor. “c’mon, up.”

he led you over to his desk chair, taking a seat and spreading his legs wide. “first thing’s first…” he trailed off, tongue gliding across his lips as he sized you up. the sheer thigh high stockings you wore held up by a lace garter belt caused his breath to hitch, your thick thighs threatening to spill out of them. “we gotta get rid of these. don’t you agree, baby?” his hands wandered up your plush thighs, sensually squeezing the flesh before unclipping the garter from your stockings.

your heart threatened to burst out of your chest as his rough hands handled you with such care, as if you were made of glass. his hungry eyes never left yours as he gathered the hem of your dress, pulling it over your ass and letting it gather around your waist. he sucked in his breath, the matching lace panties you had on were beyond soaked.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” he grabbed handfuls of your ass, groping it as he peered up at you. you gulped, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the unraveling tension.

“don’t be rude, baby. say thank you when daddy compliments you.” you yelped, a stinging slap landing on your ass that was sure to leave a mark. jean shushed you, softly rubbing the now sore skin.

“thank you.” you sniffled.

“thank you, what?”

“thank you, daddy.”

“that’s a good girl.” he spoke softly, raising your leg up to leave chaste kisses on the inside of your thigh. “such a good, good girl.”

“jean, i-“

“tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you.” he knew exactly what you wanted, but he wouldn’t give it to you until you used your big girl words. his lips were mere centimeters away from your cunt. you were certain he could feel the warmth radiating from your core.

“i-i don’t know, i just—“

“you do know. do i need to make up your mind for you?” his thumb traced small circles on your thigh, his lips grazing your clothed sex. you let out a quiet gasp, shaking your head. his other hand traveled down your waist, his index finger pressing against your clit and drawing slow and agonizing circles through the thin fabric. your hands went to grip his hair as you bucked your hips towards his face, but you only earned a slap to your thigh. “you got 5 seconds to decide what you want, or i’ll decide for you.”

“time’s up.” before you got a chance to respond, he had you bent over his lap, perching your ass up in the air.

“wait! that wasn’t fair—nnghh oh, fuck.” two thick digits dove into your heat, pushing past your slick folds and aiming for that sweet spot. your upper body tensed before relaxing, slumping over his thigh as he pumped his fingers in your cunt. jean let out a breathy moan at how pretty your pussy looked. so wet, and all for him.

“oh… look how wet she is.” jean began jackhammering is fingers in and out of your squelching cunt, constantly hitting that sweet spot that he found in no time. you couldn’t form words because of how fast his fingers were moving. the same room that was filled with your mewls was now silent other than the sound of jean’s fingers fucking your cunt. your moans turned into silent screams, your orgasm threatening to unravel just minutes after his fingers found your sweet spot.

he wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to arch your back uncomfortably in his lap. you gasped, breathlessly moaning his name. your eyebrows knitted together, feeling the pressure in your tummy increase with each passing second.

“tell me what you want. i can feel how hard your squeezing in my fingers. baby. use those words.”

“p-please. let me cum.”

“oh i know you can ask better than that. beg for it.” jean’s languid movements almost came to a halt, slowing down to a snail’s pace with agonizingly long and slow movements of his fingers. you writhed in his hold, whining at his cruel games.

“jean.. please. need to cum. wanna cum on your fingers.” you sobbed, but jean still wasn’t satisfied. he pulled his fingers completely out of you, delivering a harsh slap to your cunt. you yelped, pursing your lips as more tears threatened to spill. he slowly massaged your folds to ease the pain, purposefully grazing your clit as he waited for your response.

“fuck, i c— god, please let me cum. i’ll be so good for you. i can be a good little slut for you, daddy. wanna cum all over your fingers ‘n cock.” you pleaded, unaware of just how much your little pet name affected jean. though you couldn’t see it, jean’s eyes became heavy with a primal hunger. his cock was painfully hard beneath you, twitching uncontrollably once more.

you whimpered at the way his hard cock was pressing against your stomach, the small beads of pre cum leaking from his tip wetting your skin. you arched your back, perching your ass up in the air as his hands glided across your backside.

“please, daddy. need you inside.” you cooed, breathing heavily in anticipation. you didn’t have much time to reel back in before jean was peeling you off of his lap and turning you around, pressing your back against his chest as you sat back down.

his hands seemed as if they didn’t belong to him. the way they explored your curves and ripped your costume off of your body could only be done by hands belonging to monster. with very little care and in such a frenzy. you felt so vulnerable, bare and naked for his gratification while he was fully clothed, only pulling his pants down to free his cock.

you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, causing you to look down and see it slowly disappearing inside of your warmth as he filled you to the brim. your mouth gaped open at the burning stretch of his cock, enveloping his length with your gummy walls.

“oh god… too big!” you whined, moving to close your legs. jean grunted as he gripped the back of your thighs, holding up both your legs and spreading you open wider. he ignored your pathetic cries and bottomed out inside of your tight hole with a hiss.

your knees were almost directly next to your ear as he slowly pulled out his entire length, his angry tip just barely inside of you before he slammed your hips back down on his cock. you wailed out, head falling back on his shoulder as you felt the sudden intrusion of his cock stretching you out beyond belief.

“fuck, baby. ‘s like this pussy was made for me. so fuckin’ tight.” he rasped in your ear, nibbling on your ear lobe as he thrusted up into your cunt, heavy balls slapping against the flesh of your ass. you could only moan in response, his cock creating a cloud of haze in your mind.

your heart was pumping, blood rushing to your head with each movement of his hips. you couldn’t find the energy to meet his thrusts because of how intoxicating his strokes were. each time you fluttered your heavy eyes open, the room spun from the immense pleasure he was giving you.

“so— so fucking good.” you breathed out, tears running down your face. your cheeks were streaked with black mascara, the glitter eyeshadow that once sat on your eyelids now scattered under your eye. it was almost embarrassing how a sleazy officer had you looking this fucked out.

jean’s lips latched on to the side of your neck, muffling his groans as your cunt clenched down on his cock mercilessly. his cock was snug against your cervix with each thrust, your body jolting as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot that had you mewling his name over and over.

his cock throbbed inside of you, resisting the imminent urge to paint your insides white. he placed his chin on your shoulder, watching your swollen cunt suck his cock in,

“f-fuck m’gonna cum.” you cried, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming. with your hands still restrained in cuffs in front of you, you arched your back, fingers finding the swollen bundle of nerves vying for attention.

“c’mon cum all on this dick, princess,” he whispered, “but i’m not done with you.” his words alone were enough to have you coming undone. you jerked as your cunt spasmed and legs shook, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your mouth formed an “o” shape, but no sound came out. your breath was caught in your lungs, almost as if you forgot how to breathe. incoherent babbles left your mouth as jean fucked you through your high, cursing at your fluttering cunt hugging his length. you finally came down as his pace slowed, pulling out of your dripping hole completely, his cock still fully erect and red.

jean exhaled, slowly putting your legs back down as he squeezed your thighs gently, contrasting the way he abused your cunt. your legs were still trembling as he set them down, admiring the way you left a damp patch on his pants.

“c’mon, princess. bend over this desk for me.” he purred, his palm flat against your lower back as you lazily complied, stretching out your cuffed wrists across the desk, head still muddled from your orgasm. he stood from his seat, massaging the sides of your hips to bring you back. “good, good girl.”

“no more.” you whimpered, the chill of his wooden desk cooling down your heated cheek as you pressed the side of your face to it, your cunt contracting around nothing as your arousal dripped onto the floor. jean smirked, fingers digging into your ass and spreading your cheeks apart, examining the lewd sight before him. he watched in a trance as your poor cunt clenched around the air, cum spilling out of your fucked out hole and gliding down your glistening folds.

he couldn’t resist his urges. he pressed his tongue flat against your cunt, causing you to flinch and try to wriggle away from him. you whined as he licked a stripe up your cunt, collecting your sweet nectar on his tongue before pulling away from your cunt.

from the side of your eye, you watched him hover over you, heart beginning to race once again. you winced as jean grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up at an uncomfortable angle. you steadied yourself as best as you could on your bound hands, blinking up at the man above you. with his other hand, he squeezed your cheeks together, spitting a mix of your cum and his saliva into your mouth.

a moan mixed with pleasure and pain slipped past your swollen lips as he rammed his cock in you from behind. he released your hair and let your face fall down on his desk as he gave your ass a stinging smack, starting off with a toe curling pace that had you on the verge of cumming already.

any hints of mercy and kindness disappeared as he drilled into you, basking in the sounds of your slopping cunt and feverish moans.

“tooo much! please, daddy!” you keened, voice cracking as you endured his unruly assault, nails digging into your palm hard enough to draw blood. jean only chuckled in between groans, too focused on the way your walls tried so hard to push him out, but he was determined to fuck you deeper.

though, you thought he couldn’t bully his cock any deeper inside of you, he did. he propped your leg up on his desk, gripping the globes of your ass as drove his cock impossibly deeper. your eyes shot open as he reached spots you didn’t know existed, letting out a blaring mewl that did nothing but coax him on.

there was no way his cock wasn’t in your stomach. you felt every inch and vein on him as he split you open, gripping him like a vice.

“shit, this pussy’s fuckin’ perfect.” jean sighed, your puckered hole suddenly peaking his interest. the way it subtly winked as if it were begging for his attention. you were too blissed out to notice the glob of spit trickling down your ass hole and leaking down your cunt.

jean brought his thumb to his lips, coating it in more of his spit before slowly circling the unused hole. your eyes widened as your your head snapped to the side, struggling to see what he was up to.

“wh- what are you—no, fuck, not there. nnghh, daddy!” you squeezed your eyes shut as his thumb pushed past the tight rim, the foreign feeling causing your hips to buck uncontrollably. you couldn’t describe the new sensation, only that it all became too much for you to handle.

“i ca— i can’t. p-please, no more!” you choked out, your foot almost hovering off of the ground as you stood on your tip toes, trying to put space between your bodies. jean tsked, pulling your hips back to his and quickening his pace.

“yes. you. can.” he punctuated each word with a cruel thrust, sending you into a downward spiral, hurdling closer and closer to a second round of pure bliss, slowly pumping his thumb in your ass. “you want me to stop, baby?” he asked, slowing down his hips and taking his time with each long stroke. you sobbed at the change of speed, feeling your creeping orgasm wither away.

“don’t stop, daddyyyy. i’ll be a good girl ‘n take it.” you hiccuped as you shook your head, jutting your hips back to meet his to dull the growing ache in your core.

“i thought it was too much?” his voice laced with greed and lust as he mocked you. he wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you up, squeezing the sides and pressing your back flush to his chest. your hands shot up to his wrist, the lack of oxygen adding fuel to your evergrowing fire.

“fuck me, please. need daddy to fill me up with his cum.” desperation oozed from your hoarse voice, bottom lip quivering as you looked up at him through wet lashes. jean almost folded right then and there, returning to his frenzied assault on your cunt, pounding into your g spot over and over.

you couldn’t peel your eyes away from the heavenly sight above you. jean with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape, sweat beading at his hairline and glimmering on the bridge of his nose. stray strands of hair fell down, framing his face in the most perfect way.

his cock twitched inside of you as he felt your cunt contract around him. you were close and so was he. you alternated between moaning his name and chanting the word “yes” as you creeped closer and closer to your orgasm, the pressure in your lower abdomen growing with each snap of his hips.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. c’mere, baby.” jean crashed his lips onto yours, ravishing the taste of your smeared cherry lipgloss. he swallowed your fervent moans, your fingers still grasping at his hand covering your neck. your tongue swirled around his, mouths moving in sync as his hand snaked its way down your neck and stomach, fingers finding your neglected clit and drawing circles. you pressed your body impossibly closer to his, sweat sticking to the both of you.

“yes, f-fuck right there, daddy. m’gonna cum.” you cried against his lips, looking him in his eyes as your eyebrows knitted together. the overwhelming pleasure from his fingers caressing your clit, his cock kissing your g-spot, and his thick digit still pressed into your asshole was enough to have you teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. it was all too much at once, being stimulated in almost every way possible.

“is daddy’s pretty little slut gonna cum, yeah? want daddy to fill this pretty pussy up with his cum?” he growled. you nodded, jaw going slack. “want daddy to knock you up, huh? want me to make you a pretty mommy? have your tummy all round with my kids?”

“god, yes! wanna be a mommy.” you moaned, your eyes crossing, almost completely unaware of the words that were slipping past your lips. the coil in your core finally snapped, a sob escaping your chest. your eyes darted around in the room, attempting to ground yourself in lieu of your blossoming orgasm.

“look at me. look at me when you cum, nowhere else.” your wandering eyes snapped back to his ice cold ones, his pupils dilated as your grip on his wrist tightened, cunt clenching at his words as you fell over the edge. your hands frantically moved back and forth between gripping his wrist and gripping the edge of the desk, unable to stay still. you convulsed around his cock as his thrusts became less strategic and uniform. your eyes never left his as you gushed around his length and his desk, body shaking and knees buckling as jean held you up. you arched your back off of his chest and tried to pry his hand away from your overstimulated clit. his own release was near, and the way you sucked him in made it impossible to hold out.

he watched in amazement as you squirted every time he thrusted forward. your cunt was almost numb and so was your mind, head falling back on his shoulder as you let him experiment with you. you couldn’t do anything but moan out every time he hit that spot that had you squirting repeatedly.

with one final push, jean’s hips stilled, spilling his cum inside of you and filling you to the brim with a loud moan as you milked his cock. a shiver went down your spine as he pulled his thumb out of your ass, sighing in content at him fucking his cum back into you.

he winced as he pulled out of your warmth, smacking your ass and watching you collapse onto his desk.

“daddy.” you called out for him, fighting sleep as you laid out on his desk, face flat on the wood.

“yes, princess?” jean replied, stuffing his cock back in his boxers and pulling his pants up. he didn’t hear a response from you, so he turned around, chuckling as you held out your cuffed wrists. he fished the key out of his pocket, taking the cuffs off and tossing them to the side. he brought your wrists to his lips, kissing them both to soothe the marks they had left.

“i can’t fucking believe you. you’re so damn lucky i responded to that call and no one else did.” jean scoffed as he wrapped you up in his jacket, cradling your spent body in his lap.

“‘m sorry, jean.” you mumbled, drifting off to sleep.

“hey.” jean tapped your cheek twice before gripping your jaw. you looked up at him through half lidded and blood shot eyes, raising your eyebrows ever so slightly as a response. “do that shit again and i won’t always be there to save you, understand?” you nodded, getting ready to rest your head on his shoulder again, but he gripped your jaw a little tighter to grab your attention. “words.”

“i understand.” you yawned, tears prickling your eyes from how exhausted you were. it was almost 4am and you were spent from the sex, and the alcohol was finally catching up to you. jean pressed a kiss to your temple, removing his hand from your jaw and letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“and when you wake up, don’t think i’ll have forgotten about this shit. i got something else for you when we get home.”