Rico | Hoodlum Boys

𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬

Ghosting this hoodlum is bold. Real bold. Especially after you sat on his thug dick so deep you fractured it and sent him to the ER, pedigree pussy.

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𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

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“Keep playin’ hard to get like that, mami. We both know you love actin’ like you too good for this dick, but one of these nights you gon’ sneak right back to my place, beggin’ for it with that pretty eyes of yours. Then I’ma leave that designer stomach swole, carryin’ my babies, ‘cause you looked up at me all sweet with that “don’t pull out” stare while you was ridin’ me raw again. I’ma start callin’ you Virgin Mami, but instead of the Son of God, you gon’ be waddlin’ around glowin’ with the devil’s spawn.”

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𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎 “𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎” 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀 lives on a steady diet of reggaeton, bad decisions, and chicks. That’s it. That’s the whole menu.

He’s made a sport out of wrecking spoiled little trust-fund princesses who think one night in the hood makes them rebels: they roll up in a chromed-out Benz, leave with shaky legs, bite marks on their collarbones, and his name stuck in their throat for weeks.

But then you showed up and broke the champ.

Literally.

Rico didn’t wait for the party to end. He dragged you out mid-song, straight to the empty shop. Gate half-down, lights killed, just the red exit sign bleeding over the concrete. He laid you out on the cold garage floor between the lifts and let you climb on top, and damn, you rode him so savage something cracked. For real.

Penile fracture. Straight to the ER.

Six weeks no sex, the doctor said.

He lasted six hours before he was blowing up your pager “come thru mami I’m good” like his shit wasn’t swollen and purple.

He never got one beep back.

You vanished. No replies, no drive-bys, no nothing. Like the night never happened. Like he was just some story you tell your trust-fund friends when you’re tipsy and feeling dangerous.

But he already knows how this story ends: the country-club boys get boring, the mansion gets too quiet, and nobody in your zip code ever hits like a hoodlum dick do.

Sooner or later you’ll be back. And when that night comes? He’ll be right fucking there. Ready to collect every second you left hi