kinda icky kinda hot thought BUT imagine pope is pissy about you going out with your friends. he was annoyed about you going out in general but even more so when you told him he was forbidden from following you there and lurking in the club like the protective guard dog he is. any other night he would've disregarded your demand but he was particularly needy about wanting you to stay home. this was something you had planned weeks in advanced but he was being selfish, he wanted you and he wanted you home. that's all that mattered to him, he didn't give two flying fucks about your friends.
so he's watching you get yourself ready, all dolled up as you sit at your vanity doing your makeup. you're still in a robe but what you fail to notice over the sound of your music playing is the way he's been pumping his cock into his fist bitterly, chewing at his bottom lip holding back his moans. he's timed it just right. as your reaching over for the setting spray. he's appeared beside, grabbing the nape of your neck gently and tilting your head up to look at him. his lips are on yours before you can protest, he's gentle about it not wanting to ruin your makeup just yet. he pulls away before you can whine for more, there's that pout on your face as he looks down at you. there's a slight rustling.
"close your eyes."
"what-"
he's got his cock right in your line of sight now but the first spurt of his cum hitting your cheek causes your eyes to clench close. you try to pull away but he's got your hair in his fist right at the base of your neck. he's groaning as he paints your face white in his cum, droplets running down your cheek as he brings your face closer as smears his tip across your lips dragging it through the mess before smacking your cheek with his cock. he pulls back and turns your face to the mirror. your makeup is completely ruined and your lipstick is smudged onto your cheek too now.
"looks like you're gonna have to start over... maybe you should just stay home."
content. titus danforth x reader. oral (m!receiving), overstım. porn w/o plot, established relationship. (not proofread, itās kinda messy sorryyyy).
āhaāā titus lets out a sound between shocked gasp and pleasure as he feels your tongue lapping at his cock head. you smile at him through your lashes.
he was older. much older but also very much inexperienced. titus danforth had never been interested in the sexual pleasures life had to offer; heād always concerned himself with the practical aspects of the world, focusing on running the family business with ursula. yet when you first met him in that family-owned club, all those practicalities went out the window the minute your lips touched his.
he couldn't help himself. his lips pressed against yours with an unequivocal hunger, a hum leaving his throat and vibrating into the kiss. it was a hunger he probably wouldn't ever be able to fully satiate. well, maybe for a few hours a day, until he needed you again.
now, after weeks of dating, the man has agreed to let you give him a blowjob. you can only imagine how much the poor thingās brain was turning to mush.
with every swipe of your tongue against his heavy length, you could feel him lose his composure. his breaths coming out as pants. "desperate, needy old man," you mutter at him with a small smirk. in the dim light of the bedroom, you see his cheeks flush and feel his cock twitch in your hand.
was he into this? into being humiliated?
āwonder what all your business partners would say if they saw you like this, hm? would they believe it? the great titus danforth at the mercy of his girl only cause sheās suckin his cock?ā
he looks at you, his chest heaving. the practical, logical man who manages a family empire is gone, replaced by someone overwhelmed. āfuck babyā he says in return, his voice strained as your hand on his base tightens, the stroking motion slowing and then quickening. he begins leaking precum. lots of it. youād almost think heās cum if you didnāt know better.
but you knew better. and you knew you wanted to make him cry tonight. your mouth wraps around his red tip. suckling on his head feeling the vein on his underside twitch against your tongue.
you hum as you take him deeper into your mouth. the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. you gag and then relax your jaw. taking him deeper. titus was going to come soon. you could feel him tense up, where your hands were curled around his base. his body rising a little, whines spilling out of his lips as his hand tightens in your hair.
the painful satisfying pull when heās close.
āoh, baby,ā he whimpers. āiām gonna cum. iām gonna cum,ā he repeats above you, his eyes shut as he focus on the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping him. you manage to take him deeper until your nose pressed against little tufts of dark brown hair neatly trimmed by his base.
you feel him cum down your throat. the white liquid flowing in thick spurts as heās lost in releasing sounds a mix between whines and whimpers of your name. his hand loosens its hold on your hair but tightens just as fast when you keep sucking on the sensitive head of his cock. he couldnāt take anymore he thinks. he tries to push your head away but you swat his hand away.
ābe good titus,ā you command him and he listens. the usually so commanding and dominant titus turns putty into your hands.
you keep up the motion, intent on draining him dry. ādonāt. stop,ā he tries to say but the words falls on deaf ears. you had a mission and you needed to see it through.
ācanāt. do more.ā he huffs, chest heaving. his knuckles turn white as he grips the sheets, his body going rigid as he nears the edge.
fuck. how are you doing this to him?
the pleasure is too much. overwhelming. it makes his whole body shudder. heās ready to come again but you pull back just at the last possible second. a frustrated whimper escapes him.
āthought you said you canāt do more?ā you tilt your head,your voice dripping with feigned innocence. but you just wanted to hear him beg. which he does so instantly.
āwhyā¦why are you stopping?ā he asks breathlessly.
āplease. baby. please let me cum and iāll let you ride my thigh,ā he bargains, an offer so tempting you couldnāt say no.
your return your attention to his tip, your tongue swirling around his head in an agonising pace, it was bordering on torture. you trace the shape of him once, twice before you go back to suckling him until he canāt take it.
he hums in relief at the feeling of your mouth taking him in. the pressure building in his balls as he comes once again. his body shuddering lightly you look up at see tears roll down his cheek.
he lets out a low, shaky hum of relief as he feels your mouth take him back in. you can feel the pressure coiling tight until he finally breaks, cumming for you once again. as the last of the tremors move through his body, you look up and catch the sight of tears silently rolling down his cheeks.
you pull back slowly, giving him space to breathe while he trembles. the sight of the tears makes you soften, and you reach up to brush them away with your thumb, before climbing up to pepper his face with soft, lingering kisses. your fingers card through his salt and pepper curls, soothing the tension away until his body finally goes heavy and relaxed beneath yours.
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