I want Tony Montana to sniff coke off of me while we fuck... Sorry I should have given like an intro or something but dead ass. He is so fine. I would let him sniff coke off my tits
content warning!!: smut | oral (f receiving), teensy bit begging/desperation, power imbalance (if you squint...), praise/light worship, messy eater (good lord), manipulation BUT consent is given 🙂↕️
author's note: this one's for u anons 🫡 #1 + #2 (2)
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It was late at night, just around 11:30AM when the movie you both had been watching started rolling it's credits–playing the outro song as the actor's names popped up on the TV screen.
Both of you sat on your bed side by side in silence for a moment before he suddenly spoke up.
"Do I...have to go now?" He whispered, his breath ghosting over your ear as he leaned in closer to you.
"Do...do you want to?" You replied, tilting your head back so you could look up at him, dark eyes staring right back into your own.
"No, I don't."
His hand went behind your back, sliding down to your side, his finger drawing slow circles against your skin through your shirt.
"Donnie–" you started, only for him cut you off with a groan.
"C'mon please? Nobody's home. It's just us.." he murmured, beginning to press kisses down the side of your neck, smiling against your skin when he heard a little surprised gasp leave your lips.
"See?," he whispered. "You're body's speaking for you."
He didn't give you a chance to respond before he was crawling over your body, cupping your cheeks in his hands, calloused skin against your smooth.
"Please, just tell me you want me too.." he whispered, an unfamiliar sort of desperacy in his voice.
"Donnie I really don't.." you trailed off, gnawing at your lower lip, staring up at him like a kicked puppy.
"Can I at least touch you then? You don't...don't have to do anything for me." He practically whimpered, leaning closer before hiding his face into the crook of your neck as if he was ashamed by his request–though he was far from embarrassed..
You didn't say anything for a moment, lips parted and eyes slightly dilated as you thought over his words.
"J..just me?"
"Yeah." He whispered, not an ounce of hesitation as his lips began to move against your neck once again.
Your lip was practically red from how many times you sunk your teeth into it, completely silent as he marked your skin, as he sunk his teeth into the juncture of your shoulder–he wasn't even doing anything, yet you could feel your thighs start to squish together involuntarily.
"Okay." You whispered, so quiet and soft he almost didn't hear it–but when he looked up at you, eyes wide and full of hope–you know he did.
"Really?"
You rubbed your lips together, shakily nodding your head.
A small smile graced his mouth, his lips going down to your collarbone.
"Won't regret it...make–make you feel so good." He murmured against your skin, your accelerated breathing only spurring him on.
"I'll..go slow."
He tried not to laugh–but the way you were squirming around, jittery, nervous. It really fucking riled him up.
He slowly slid down your body, leaving you a little confused, but you didn't question it. You let him do what he wanted. He got right between your thighs, face squished between before he spoke.
"Can take these off?," tugging at the cotton shorts you were wearing, beginning to untie the little bow when you replied with a quiet "mhm."
He slid them off your thighs, discarding them onto your bedroom floor.
He had to physically pause when he saw your underwear–it wasn't anything special...but fuck it was way different then just seeing them in photos.
"This too, right?" He questioned, looking up at you through his brows.
"Y-yeah."
Well, you didn't have to tell him twice. He was slower this time, savoring the way your hips jolted up when the cool air hit your bare core.
He mumbled something under his breath before tentatively running a finger through your folds, eliciting an almost pained noise from your throat.
Your skin glistened in the low light of your bedroom, a sigh he almost groaned upon seeing.
He slowly pushed a thick finger into you, reveling in the sound of the moan that left your lips as he pumped another lithe digit into your cunt. Not moving, as if he was inspecting you.
And then suddenly–he pulled out of you with a wet fwop, leaving you clenching around nothing.
"Donnie..please." you whispered, trying to focus your eyes on him only to see his fingers in his mouth, licking the wet mess you left with his tongue. Fuck, that shouldn't have been so sexual.
"Just wanted a taste." He mumbled, almost to himself before he was going back down, gripping your thighs in his hands. It didn't hit what he was doing until his tongue met your clit–the sensation making you cry out.
"Ohmygod." He whispered against your skin, blunt nails digging into the fat of your thigh as he continued to eat you out. His movements were a little clumsy but God, did it feel good.
He licked and kissed your skin like puppy lapping up water from its bowl, eagerly making out with your pussy like it was the sole thing keeping him alive in the moment.
The noises that left your lips were borderline pornographic, each flick of his tongue against your clit had you rolling your hips for more, your fingers eagerly tugging at his hair with a sort of urgency you didn't even know you felt.
He was fucking messy. The sight of him covered in your arousal–in his own saliva, dropping from the tip of his nose to the bottom of his chin–it was enough to have you squeezing around his tongue.
"Donnie–please, I can't.." you whined, your nails scratching that spot on his scalp that had him groaning.
"Don't care..jus' cum..please."
Fuck, that was it. How could you not listen to him?
You came with a cry so broken he would've thought you were in pain if it wasn't for the way you rolled your hips against his tongue.
He licked you through it, delving his tongue between your folds–not daring to miss a single fucking drop.
"So good." He whispered against your skin, kissing your inner thighs, rubbing your hips and waist like you were something holy.
Your legs twitched in response, the little jolt of your thighs finally snapping him out of his pussy drunk trance.
He slowly moved back, crawling back into your side.
He whispered your name, catching your attention before you tilted your head up.
He kissed your lips before you could say something, letting you taste yourself off of his lips.
"Was good, right?"
"Y-yeah.." you whispered, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck–bringing him closer.
He didn't say anything in response, just nuzzled into you all innocent–like he didn't leave you wrecked. Wanting more.
"A-are you gonna go to bed now?" You questioned, feeling him smirk against your skin before you see it.
"Do you want me to..?"
"No."
"Then I won't." He whispered, already trailing his hand back down your stomach–already imagining how loud your moans would be.
need dale cooper as my sweet loving boyfriend who calls me sweetheart and honey and always makes sures i get at least one bite from his slice of pie, and who also uses me whenever he needs to release tension when hes stuck on a case, need him to get mean and shove my face into a pillow while he pounds into me from behind because he cant have me being loud since it would be a very disrepectful thing to do as a guest of the great northern hotel. :((
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