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NSFW Formaggio : Smutty Supermarket

I've wanted to upload this for a long time, I finished it months ago and it's sat here. 🙄

It was busy in the supermarket, but it wasn't going to stop Formaggio. He'd been feeling frisky ever since last night, and you may have denied him early this morning since the kids needed to be ready for school, but that wasn't enough to break him.

You felt a warm palm run down your back, from your neck to your coccyx, before coming up to settle just above your ass, since your top was riding up a little. You ignored it, continuing to look at cereal brands to find the one your children liked. Formaggio was very physically affectionate, so you were used to his constant pawing anyway, but this was getting ridiculous. First he frisked you in bed, then he trapped you against the kitchen cupboards, brushing his junk against you at every stage possible, now this.
"Do your hands need to be touching me all the time?" He treated you like you were the only woman in the world, touching you as if you were a goddess whose skin was some sort of rare silk, even when you were just in casual clothes. You couldn't argue with that.
But he was that sexually confident and sensual, sometimes it was too much. He would fuck you anywhere if he could, he was just that sort of man. "You could use them to hold the shopping, you know."
"You look too good to keep my hands to myself, Honey. Them's the rules."
You poked his stomach playfully in retaliation, sliding the box into the basket with suggestive side eye and a giggle.
"I can't take you anywhere."
"I don't know what you mean, Babydoll," he cooed, biting his lip.
His strolling behind you was lean and unhurried, eyes occasionally straying to people watch, when they weren't checking you out, that was.
Rubber necking in the aisle, the stand user bumped into something soft, which squealed.
"Watch where you're going, dumbass"
"Whoops, sorry Sugar." Readjusting the basket on his wrist, he noticed that you had picked up a babies playsuit, feeling how soft the material was and commenting about its cuteness. Narrowing his eyes, you could feel his leering gaze. "I hope you aren't broody."
"Oh, please!" you scoffed, putting it back. "I was only having a look. It's cute."
"Yeah, well, this is how it starts," he joked, silently scanning people's reactions. Catching up to you before you could wander off, he wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pecking just beneath your ear as you squirmed in his grip. "You can tell me if you are, y'know. I'll keep your secret."
"Maggi, get off me... I think you're the one who's broody."
"Ha, definitely not. We can't have another kid. I've told you, that creep at work will want it."
Bursting out with laughter, you took his hand from your side and dragged him away by his fingers, completely refusing to believe anything he said about Melone.
You had only met his colleague once, and he had made sure to keep his comments to himself, but Formaggio had caught him lapping you up in ways he didn't like. You were not being one of his many Baby Face 'mothers' or his little fetish doll, either.

At the checkout, he was continuing to be an absolute pain. Hugging you close to his chest, the man was whispering in your ear with no filter whatsoever, causing your cheeks to go hot and dusty pink. Brushing your waist and getting small handfuls of your ass in your casual pants, eventually you caught his wrist, arching your back forwards to avoid his grip.
"I'm going to leave you here if you don't keep your hands to yourself," you whispered coquettishly, hovering before his mouth. You boyfriend's lips curled into a grin, pinching a kiss feverishly from yours.
"I've told you, Baby. I can't help myself."
"If I have to help you, you'll regret it."
The young cashier kept looking down the line before looking away, embarrassed by such displays of affection.
The till belt wasn't moving very fast, since the customer in front was having trouble finding their change, and it inspired you to look for your money before getting to the checkout. Patting yourself down gently, a plastic card was unsheathed from your pocket.
"Hey, I have cash, Honey. Don't worry about it."
"It's going on this card. Save the cash for the kids."
"Baby, it's fine, I've got enough to do both. Put it away." Continuing to natter and argue whilst bagging up the shopping, the fight for who was paying continued way after being asked cash or card. "Cash please Doll," your boyfriend insisted, counting bills between his fingers. The cashier giggled unsurely, desperately hoping one of you would just pay already. Of course, you retaliated.
"Ugh, ignore him, he's being embarrassing," you said, shaking your head as you took out your card. "Card please."
He counted some notes quickly, placing them on the counter in order to free his hands. Gently grabbing your wrists, he tried to pull them away as you were keying in your pin, knocking the card in the machine and corrupting the transaction. "Oh, you dickhead," you cursed in jest. Shaking your head, you picked up the cash and rolled it up in your hands, inserting your card again. The cashier took his other handful of cash, chuckling as you removed your card from the reader. "I'm sorry about that, my Darling, he's showing off," you told her, swiping the receipt before he could and tottering off to leave him with the bags.
Grabbing them all effortlessly, he cleared the way for another customer to be served, but not before thanking the girl for her time.