1K SPECIAL: GOOD GRACES - michael robinavitch
WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (MDNI) - oral (m!receiving), dom!reader, fem!reader, established relationship
LYRIC: "boy it's not that complicated, you should stay in my good graces"
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“you’re going on a what?!”
“a sabbatical. i’ll be gone for three months.”
“and you just thought to tell me this now?!”
you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. your boyfriend was going to fucking canada for three months.
“you could come with me, y’know?”
“i can’t just up and leave for fucking canada, robby!” or at least not with like two and a half weeks notice. you just cannot believe how selfish he is being right now! he's honestly getting on your last nerve.
"it's not that big of a deal. i'll be back before you know it," he tries to ease the tension.
"not that big of a fucking deal?!" you're running on flames by now. "you'll be gone! who's going to be here to cuddle at night? who's going to take me on date nights? who will i talk to about my day? no wait, here’s a better question. who in their right mind wants to wait three months to have sex again?" that last one just came out. it wasn't the most important thing but...well, it was definitely something.
"ahhh so that's what this is really about. you're not gonna miss me, just my cock," he smirks as he talks. he's cocky now.
“you’re an old man, you shouldn’t be so crude,” you cross your arms and frown. but you can’t hide the shade of red you’re beginning to turn. because he wants entirely wrong. you try to stand up, moving off the couch and going to busy yourself with something else but robby grabs your wrist and pulls you back down.
“come on, admit it. you’re gonna miss my cock,” he’s practically giddy, beaming wide and crinkled lines around his eyes as he looks at you. seriously, you don’t remember the last time you saw him this happy.
but you don’t want to admit it, and you also definitely don’t want to admit that when you look down to get away from his eye contact, you see his half hard cock in his pants and it makes you wet. but he catches your eye line and knows you too well. he uses his fingers to tilt your chin back up to look at him, and that’s when you get an idea. before he can ask why you’ve got a mischievous glint in your eyes, you’re dropping to the carpet, down on your knees between his legs.
“you don’t have to-” he begins to say.
“shut the fuck up and let me prove to you exactly why you should stay,” you say, grinding your teeth. you’re still pissed. but also incredibly turned on at the thought of convincing him to stay with a simple blowjob. so he shuts up and lets you take off his pants and boxers, his cock that is now fully hard springing out.
you begin by placing sloppy kisses on his reddened tip, gently licking ever so often. but you don’t want to tease him, well at least not tonight. no tonight, you want to make him cum harder than he ever has. you part your lips and lay your tongue out flat, looking up at him seductively as you do so. you wrap your lips around his cock, his head thrown back as he tries to suppress his groans. it doesn’t last long because as soon as he feels the first few inches slip into your mouth, he lets out a loud grunt. you smirk to yourself when you hear him.
you focus on your movements, taking robby into your mouth completely, hollowing your cheeks around him. every time your mouth reaches his swollen cockhead, you curl your tongue around the underside and lick it up to his slit that’s beading with precum. you hum against his length as his breathing grew more erratic.
when you look back up at him, his eyes are screwed shut. he’s lost in pleasure. or at least his is until you tap on his thigh, a way of telling him to look at you. his cock twitches in your throat when he makes eye contact with you, threatening to release as you look up at him through your big wide eyes and wet lashes. saliva is spilling from the corners of your mouth, dripping down his shaft to his balls and the last thing that’s on your mind is how it might be dripping onto the couch.
“gonna- gonna cum,” he grunts out.
his hips jerk as he gets closer, the hand on your head grips tighter in your hair. you push down faster, sucking harder, you want him to never forget what he’d be missing out on for three fucking months. it doesn’t take long for him to be spilling into your mouth, cum painting your throat and you pull back ever so slightly to swallow it all while keeping eye contact. you see his dick twitch, almost like he got hard again from just that.
you put your mouth around his cock one last time, doing one last bob of your head to ensure he’s spent. and you lick the sensitive underside of his head as you come back up, feeling the veins pulsing just under his skin, he’s so sensitive. you have to giggle at it
"did that change your mind yet? or do i have to do that again?"
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A/N: hi hi everyone, just wanna say sorry for not being active recently. i’ve been having the most crazy & hectic weeks!! but i am back and hopefully getting some more fics out consistently. thank u for being patient and understanding with me <3
