Dripping Little Pet (Explicit)
by Devoted Sin · Rock › Alternative · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Lyrics
You don’t ask. You take. At 2 AM, in this one-room box, my phone still glowing with three missed. I come in smelling like the bar’s fryer oil, stale pickle brine, and damp denim, keys still jammed in my fist, and you’ve already got me on my knees before the deadbolt finishes turning. Boots off by the mat. Jacket on the floor by the radiator. You don’t go gentle. Never do. And I look up, say it first this time: “Yours. Every fucking piece.” Your dripping, little pet. I used to flinch at my own want. Hide it like a stain I couldn’t scrub off. Call it too much. Call it wrong. Call it need. Now I’m naked in it with you. No excuse left. No clean version. Just this hunger spilling out when I say your name. I’m yours. Take what’s already wrecked for you. Fuck the silence out of me until the only sound left is your name. Edge me stupid. Ruin me slow. Make me drip and shake and know I don’t get to choose alone anymore. Your dripping, little pet. “Yours.” Keep it. Don’t you dare let go. In the kitchen, on the counter, under the hard white fridge light. You pull me back by the waistband when I try to stand up straight, your fist in my hair, my knees slipping on the tile. Don’t close. I want the mess. You don’t stop when my mascara hits my mouth. You keep going. Because you know the difference between cracking and being taken apart right. And I asked for both. I keep asking. Your dripping, little pet. I showed up already cracked open. Already leaking, already used up in all the wrong ways. You didn’t invent the wreckage— you just claimed every jagged piece. Took the ruin I walked in with and made it yours to finish. I’m yours. Take what’s already wrecked for you. Fuck the silence out of me until the only sound left is your name. Edge me stupid. Ruin me slow. Make me drip and shake and know I don’t get to choose alone anymore. Your dripping, little pet. Keep it. Don’t you dare let go. You never choose. Person or pet. I get to be both. You keep both. And when I try to push you back to “protect” you, you laugh on my pulse and sink in deeper. I break first. I say it into your mouth, like a vow, like a plea: Yours. Still yours. Don’t let me forget. Your dripping, little pet. I’m yours. Rip through what’s left of me. Fuck the old name out of my mouth until there’s only your hand, your teeth, your need. Edge me raw till I’m gagging. Use every hole, every crack, every soft spot you can find. I don’t want sweet. I want nailed down. Marked up. Used up. Your dripping, little pet. All teeth and bad choices. "Yours." Again "Yours." Yours. Say it back. Make me believe it again. Your dripping, little pet