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michael biting his lip will forever be the most attractive thing to me and iâve stood by that since i was the ripe age of 7
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a little reminder since yall wanna watch that fuckass netflix documentary anyway
edit: oh and another thing, try and come into my ask box on anon to debate this, I will block you effectively and immediately bc I donât listen to bullshit and wonât argue with stupid people either. - adding this to the original post since some of you wanna act a fool. đŞ˝
Bad Nanny
coupling: michael jackson x fem!reader
era: mature
summary: michael's nanny confessed she's never had an orgasm, & he took that personally.
tags: !smut, hired nanny, late night drinking, confessions, fingering, going down on you, desperate n' dirty sex, multiple orgasms, taboo concept,
a/n: this was requested & I couldn't get my mind off the idea because it was so sexy, anon I luv you.
p.s I got a bit filthy with this one, hope y'all don't mind
I was sucking my boyfriendâs dick on my knees and I got to a point where I felt like I was going to gag so I did my little tap tap thing on his hip and tried to pull away. Instead, with a voice full of pity he asked, âawwh, are you gonna choke?â before yanking a fist full of my hair towards him and fucking my throat for a good 30 more seconds.
#know your fandom history
knowing the bouncer at your favourite club really is the best..⥠(bouncer!toji x chubby!reader)
every bouncer at the club knows you by now because you always show up laughing too loud with a tiny outfit on, all soft curves, heels clicking against the sidewalk while toji stands outside the entrance built like a damn wall pretending he doesnt immediately notice you in line every single weekend.
"there he is!" you yell happily the second you spot him, pointing at him dramatically while the people around you turn to look.
toji reaches over immediately and snatches your ID out of your hand before you can wave it around any harder, his brows pulling together while he checks it despite already knowing your birthday by memory at this point.
"why you always gotta announce yourself like that," he mutters roughly, handing the ID back while his eyes drag over your face for a second too long. you grin at him without shame, fingers curling around the card while you lean closer to the barricade.
"cause youre my favorite bouncer," you tell him sweetly, lashes batting just enough to make the guy behind you snort.
toji clicks his tongue under his breath like hes annoyed, but the corner of his mouth still twitches before he steps aside to let you in. the other bouncers think the whole thing is hilarious because toji hates almost everybody at this job.
everybody else gets dirty looks, grunts, and the occasional threat when they start acting stupid, but you quite literally get let in for free half the time.
the problem starts a couple hours later when youre drunk enough to think climbing onto the bar during some terrible song is a good idea. and one of the bartenders immediately goes to get toji, again.
toji pushes through the crowd already looking irritated, broad shoulders knocking people aside while flashing lights bounce across his face, and the second you spot him your entire face lights up.
"my bouncer!" you yell excitedly, nearly losing your balance trying to point at him.
"yeah, yeah." he mutters tiredly, grabbing your waist before you can topple over backward, his fingers digging into the generous flesh there. "partys done, cmon."
PEEEEEEAAAKKKKPEAKPEAKPEAKPEAKPEAKPEEEAAKKK
đ˛ ŕšŕŁÂ Ë | megumi likes getting off to you ââ .âŚ
- âËŕż ęŞŕ§ ŰŤ × -
you had no idea what you did to megumi. you didnât know you made his cock twitch when he thought about your stupid sex jokes, or the way he grind against his pillow at night wishing it was you underneath him.
you didnât see him as a pure virgin, but you wouldnât ever have the thought of the fact he loves stroking his dick thinking about you. he didnât seem like he touched himself at all; just waited to be given an orgasm by someone else.
it was every night. every night, heâd think about your pretty face and those tits that sat on your chest. heâd thought about the time it was cold and your nipples were poking through your shirt.
âI wanna touch her boobs so badâŚâ a desperate mumble came from his lips, something heâd never thought heâd say, but he also never thought he would be masturbating to the thought of your perky nipples.
it was all he thought about for over an hour as he stroked his cock and edged himself until he couldnât edge anymore.
you had complimented his hair once. multiple times, actually, but it was this one specific time when you said you liked how it looked pushed back. your fingers had ran through his scalp, palm gliding across his strands so his hair wasnât in his face anymore, proving your point.
even though he had grumbled and told you to stop touching his hair, he laid in bed that night pounding his dick with his hand, imagining it was that same hand that was gentle with his hair.
his other hand had been pushing hair away from his face so he could look at the pre-cum desperate to come out his tip but also mainly because of what you said; you liked how it looked pushed back. all he could do was replace his hands with yours in his head until his sticky cum spewed from his choked dick.
megumiâs good with secrets. he would never tell anyone the things he did, especially not the fact he did those things to the beautiful image of youâand heâs sure of himself he wonât ever let that information slip out and get to you.
Put me in a headlock puhhheasddedded daddy
Prone bone is one of those positions that can be really intimate or aggressive.
Imagine they have your hips propped on the pillow and their body is flush with yours moving slowly as they leave kisses along the backs of your shoulders and neck, whispering praises and devotion with every push.
Or they're sitting up and putting all their weight on their hands that grip onto your waist, pushing you further into the bed as they speed up, pushing as deep as possible. The only thing you hear in the room is your sobbing as they pull your hair and degrade you.
It all sounds delicious to me.
slamming your knights visor down when youâre finished talking to them, like slamming the phone back on the receiver.
suguru fucking you dumb !! â
suguru loves how sharp you are. itâs one of the first things that pulled him inâyour quick wit, your clever remarks, the way you can slice through conversations like you were born to outsmart everyone in the room.
but he loves you more when your pretty head goes quiet. when your words melt into sighs, when your bright eyes go hazy and unfocused, and when the only thing rattling around that brilliant mind of yours is the feeling of him dragging deep inside you.
âwhat happened, baby?â he murmurs as he fucks you slow and deep into the mattress, each thrust measured and patient, like heâs sculpting something delicate out of you. his voice is soft enough to make your toes curl. âwhere'd my clever girl go?â
âo-oh god!â your voice cracks, trembling as your fingers clutch helplessly at the sheets. he smiles down at you, wicked and sweet.
âthere it is. there's my stupid girl.â
"mmnhâ m'not stupid, sugu!"
your brain wants to argue but your body arches, betraying you, chasing his rhythm. his cock drags along your walls so perfectly it makes your vision blur. you blink up at him, and he cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek like heâs soothing a child.
âshhh. it's okay, sweetheart. just feel.â
the words sink into you like honey. your muscles go loose, pliant, and he hums as he watches your hips try to rock up to meet him. âlook at you,â he whispers, leaning down to press his lips to your temple, âall soft for me. so empty up hereââ he taps your forehead gently ââand so full riiiight here." he murmurs, his large hand pressing over your abdomen.
âsuguruâpleaseââ you whine, voice already so thin and ruined.
he pushes deeper at your plea and you gasp, eyes rolling, nails digging into his shoulders. he groans when he feels you clench down around him, his voice cracking with it. âfuck. babyâ you can't just squeeze me like that without a fucking warning. you trying to kill me?â
âd-donât stopââ you babble, hips twitching helplessly.
he slows, pulling out until just the head sits at your entrance, then sinking back in inch by inch until your mouth falls open around a broken sound. âatta girl,â he praises, âjust let me take care of you. smart girls donât need to think when theyâre taking cock, do they? they just lay there and look pretty. right, baby?â
you whimperâhalf protest, half agreementâand he laughs low in his throat, kisses the corner of your slack mouth. âyou wanna be good for me, donât you?â
âyâyeah,â you pant, and he grins, satisfied. then he slips out, leaving you fluttering and empty, and sits back against the headboard.
âcome here,â he says, patting his thigh. âwanna see you ride me.â
ââ .⌠overstimulating satoru after an argument
the argument had been vicious.
they always were with him. gojo satoru didnât know how to do anything halfway. words like shrapnelâhis casual arrogance slicing deep, your frustration exploding back at him. heâd called you âtoo emotional.â youâd called him âan egotistical asshole who doesnât give a shit about anyone.â doors slammed. silence descended. then, inevitably, he followed you to the bedroom, with his cocky smirk and placating tone.
âcâmon, you know i didnât mean it likeââ
âshut up.â youâd whirled on him, eyes blazing. âyou donât get to talk your way out of this.â
his smirk faltered. just a fraction. enough for you to see the shiftâthe way his pupils dilated, the subtle lick of his lips. he liked it when you were angry. loved it. the fire in your eyes, the steel in your voice. it was the one time he couldnât charm or overpower his way through.
and you knew exactly how to use it.
satoru knelt at the foot of the bed, exactly where youâd told him to stay. his own hand gripped the wand vibrator youâd handed him, pressing it firmly against the underside of his cock. the setting was lowâmaddening, insistentâbut he wasnât allowed to turn it up. sweat beaded his temples, white hair falling into his eyes. his free hand braced against his thigh, knuckles white, the only thing keeping him from collapsing was his refusal to look away from you.
his cock wept steadily onto the floor between his spread knees, flushed dark and twitching against the unrelenting buzz. every few seconds, his hips stuttered forward, chasing pressure he wasnât allowed.
he was already a disaster. sweat beaded his temples, white hair plastered to his forehead. his chest heaved, every muscle taut with the effort of restraint. his tip stood flushed and angry against his stomach, leaking steadily, twitching with every buzz.
âf-fuuuck,â he groaned, voice wrecked. âcâmon, b-been goodâ haahhâ t-turn it upââ
you didnât even glance at him. you were sat at the desk across the room, filing your nails. pointedly ignoring the strongest sorcerer begging on your bed.
âbabyââ his whine cracked into a moan as he pressed the toy harder against his core. ângh! s-so closeâ look at me, pleaseââ
silence.
his hips bucked against empty air, a desperate, futile chase for friction. âg-god, youâreâ ah! ahnâ so meanââ tears pricked his lashes now. actual tears. gojo satoru, crying from nothing but toys and your indifference.
it was obscene. intoxicating.
his babbling devolved into nonsense. âc-canâtâ fuckfuckâ m'g-gonnaâhnnngh, pleaseâ needâ need you s'bad!â
you finally stood. his head snapped up, wild blue eyes locking onto you, pupils blown black with desperation.
âwant more?â your voice was cool. detached.
âyesâ fuck yesâ anythingââ
you thumbed the remote to the max setting.
he screamed. body bowing off the bed, cords in his neck standing out as the pleasure turned punishing. âshitshitshitâ! ohâ o-oh god! ohâ fuuuhck!â his cock jerked violently, untouched orgasm ripping through him. cum splattered his chest in thick arcs, his thighs quaking, every muscle seizing in endless, brutal waves.
you watched. letting him ride it out until he was whimpering, oversensitive, the sex toy still mercilessly buzzing.
âp-pleaseâ hic!â o-offâ s'too muchââ
âno.â
his eyes widened. a fresh sob tore free. ân-no?â
you climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest. his heart thrummed beneath you. âyou donât get mercy. not after the shit you pulled earlier.â
you slid back. pressed your soaked folds against the head of his still-hard cock, and you sank down slowly until he was buried to the hilt.
he keened, high and broken. âyesssâ finally!"
you rode him like that, at a brutal pace, the vibrations transmitting through his length into you. he babbled nonstopââthankyouthankyouââtears streaming, another ruined orgasm building fast.
when you came, clenching around him viciously, he followed instantly, screaming your name, vision whiting out.
you collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting, sweaty, and spent. his heart thundered against your ear, his body still trembling with aftershocks. you could feel his cock pulsing inside you, the vibrator still buzzing softly against your sensitive clit, making you gasp and clench around him again.
âfuck,â he mumbled, voice wrecked. âthat was... that was...â
âintense,â you finished for him, propping yourself up to look at him. his eyes were glazed, pupils blown, cheeks flushed. he looked utterly debauched. and you loved it.
âiâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice suddenly small. âa-about earlier. i was an asshole.â
you sighed, brushing a damp strand of hair off his forehead. âi know. itâs okay. weâre good.â
he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. âno, itâs not. i was a dick. you had every right to... to do that.â
you laughed softly, kissing his cheek. âyeah, well. you brought it on yourself.â
he hummed, a small smile tugging at his lips. âi did. i did. fuck, iâm gonna be walking funny tomorrow.â
you grinned, rolling off him and onto the bed beside him. âgood. maybe youâll think twice before pissing me off again.â
he reached for your hand, lacing their fingers together. âpromise?â
âpromise what?â
âthat youâll do this again. if iâm bad.â
you raised an eyebrow, squeezing his hand. âyou think you can handle it?â
he chuckled, a low, exhausted sound. âif i can handle the king of curses, i think i'll be able to handle you.â
â§ ââ satoru just needs one final push (nsfw) he physically canât cum until he hears your voice
satoru's been at this for at least half an hour by now.
hand gliding up and down his cock, thumb pressing hard against the bulging vein. he imagines itâs your soft, pliant hands instead of his own that are coaxing him towards an orgasm. his mind is hazy, the vision of you blurry as his hips buck lazily into his grasp. the movement of his wrists speed up when he feels himself teetering on the edge, only for him to be pulled back onto solid ground immediately.
he's been at this for at least half an hour and yet, he still can't reach the sweet, sweet relief he was aching for. you're to blame, he thinks. the tight squeeze of your pussy around his cock, enveloping him in a special kind of warmth, has ruined everything else for him. especially the now-slick palms of his own.
even the polaroid he keeps in his wallet isn't enough. not even his favourite â the one where you're on your knees in front of him, mouth stretched around his cock. your eyes are locked onto the camera in his hands, and the faux eye contact makes him stifle a groan. but he still needs more.
he dials your number.
you pick up at the second ring.
"hey, babe, what's up?" your voice is amplified by satoru's phone, pressed up against his ear. he feels his balls tighten.
âpleaseâŚ,â he whimpers through gritted teeth. itâs followed by shallow breaths. then the wet shlicks of his precum being smeared all over his length. it glistens with obscenity, and the shame of getting off to the mere sound of his name uttered in your voice.
âsatoru? are you okay? you soundâŚout of breath.â
though your words were innocent, to him, your voice was no different from porn.
âhaah, yes, i-iâm, fffuck, iâm fineâplease, say my name again,â his voice cracks, and so does his poorly-maintained facade of composure.
âwhatâsatoru, whatâs going on?â your lack of awareness of his dirty actions made him grow heavier in his palms. the strands of his hair were slick with sweat, sticking onto his forehead, head tilted back against the headrest.
âshit, again,â he gasps out, deft fingers tugging at his cock. how you haven't caught on, he's not sure. or maybe you have, and you're just playing dumb. whatever it is, every word makes his breath quicken, his face feel hotter, and his legs tremble more.
âis this a prank?â
âno! please, just keep going. talk to me, anything you want. tell me about your day? pretend as if itâs aâhnghâa life or death situation.â it might as well have been the way he was desperately clawing at any shreds of you.
âumm, okayâŚ? well, i was at the grocery store just now, and there was this lady who was a complete bitch. she cut the queue, and yâknow what she said to me? she said she didnât see me! i mean, hellooo?? she couldâve justââ
âfuck!â a loud groan interrupts your little rant.
spurts of cum spill onto satoruâs hand and lap, all of which, of course, you do not see. his chest heaves with relief, head tipped against the headboard. he lays still for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths leaving his lips. the other end of the line is silent too.
for a moment, he thinks you hung up. left him to ride out the aftershocks of his long-awaited orgasm, fingers still twitching against his cock from the muscle memory.
âwere you jerking off the whole time?!â
MDNIďš18+ only â 1.4k â⢠GOJO & his pierced nipple
GOJO SATORU has one pierced nipple, his left one. he'd gotten it from a lost bet and you've been hiding just how horny you get when you see it ever since. catching glimpses either through his shirts or when he's wandering around without one, it's just another thing about him that drives you insane.
head constantly filled with thoughts about how he'd react if you'd flicked it, if he'd react at all. what about if you dragged your tongue over it, gave him a little nip. GOJO's always been sensitive, he's likely to have some sort of a reaction.
you'd tested him a little when you hugged him from behind, hands dragging down his chest and fingers gently grazing against the piercing. his reaction was a slight jump, head turning to the side to see if you'd done it on purpose. you'd played dumb, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder and leaving it at that.
this morning, it felt like he was tempting fate. shirtless and spread out in your sheets, completely relaxed as he lazed. you're sleepy and barely awake but immediately turned on at the sight of him.
rolling yourself until you're on top of him, leaving soft kisses along his cheeks, jaw, down his neck. the hum he lets out is low and appreciative, hands quick to grab your face and bring your lips to his. the kiss slow and purposeful, hands exploring you more, sliding down your body and positioning you so your cunt is right over his erection.
his tongue slips into your mouth, kissing you deeper while slowly pressing you down harder over his dick. using his hold on you to encourage agonisingly slow grinds. you gasp at your clit catching deliciously against the tip of his cock and it has your lips parting from his.
he smiles, like he's enamoured by you, "good morning, sweetie."
you're huffing out a little desperately, "satoru, i want you inside me."
"well, it certainly is a good morning, huh?" he's amused by your need, a little confused on where exactly it's coming from.
rutting down into him a little more, "hffâ it could be better.â
âsomeoneâs awfully horny for first thing in the morning.â he pulls your panties to the side, fingers sliding through your slick, easily sliding a single digit inside you. âfuckâ why are you already so wet?â
đđ landscaper!tojiâs supposed to be outside. so why is he balls-deep in the housewife instead?
( mdni. cw: infidelity/cheating, rough sex, size kink, light choking, spanking, degrading language, creampie, risk of getting caught )
you really werenât trying to be a whore today.
it was supposed to be a normal tuesday. your husband wanted to re-do the lawn before his colleagues came over for next monthâs barbecue, so he called a landscaping serviceâ some local guy and his team. told you theyâd be over at nine and itâd only take a few hours. said, and you quote, âjust be nice to them, babe. you know how you get when youâre bored.â
how you get?
rude. offensive. also, unfortunately⌠correct.
because now itâs 10:37 am, the sunâs already beaming, your iced coffeeâs sweating on the counter, and youâre very much staring out the window at the man your husband hired. not them. him. the tall one. broad back, shoulder blades moving under the thin stretch of his black tee. veins protruding his forearms, hands on his hips as he barks instructions at the younger guysâ and those pants? hung low. loose at the waistband. you can see the way they ride when he bends to lift something. the outline. the weight. the swing. itâs not your fault. itâs fucking gravity. physics is to blame. youâre simply the observer in this equation.
requested!
"yuuâ!"
you straddled his face, his big arms hooked around your plush thighs that were folded on the side of his head. his tongue lapped at your clit, the roughness tickling you a bit. he would nibble, gently squishing your lips between his teeth. his nose nudges and presses into your labia as he works you with pressure and vigor, his eyes closed and hair back as he focuses.
your plump lips were parted, messy with smudged lip gloss and saliva from his kisses from earlier. your hands and freshly manicured nails clutched at the arm of the couch as he ate you out from below.
you had no intention of sitting on his face like this, you thought you'd suffocate him. to yuji, it would be a dream to die like this. so instead of letting you hover over his face, he pulled you down and kept you there. his grip firm enough to make you stay. to make you take what he wanted to give to you.
his tongue thrusted inside you, making you yelp and your walls flutter. your hips grinding against his face to which he responded by increasing the pressure on your thighs. "yujiâ!!"
" baby," he pulled away for air briefly with a small gasp, looking up at you for the first time in a little while. his nose and mouth were all glossy with your juices. his voice was breathy and soft, however with an underlying tone of impatience. like he was so concentrated and didn't want to pull away in the first place, almost irritated at the fact he stopped. "c'mon, i want you dripping all over me. stay still."
you gave a nod with a slight whine, feeling his mouth latch back onto you. you wanted to grind down on his face so bad, but he wouldn't let you. "that's it. keep going." he cooed.
yuji was one of those people who'd do anything for your pleasureâno matter how minor or extreme it could go. he'd sacrifice his autonomy for your sake, to hear your breathy moans, to feel your hands tug at his pink strands and nearly rip his hair out, to squirt all over his face with the chances of it going up his nose. he didn't care, it didn't register in his brain he was being used. when he thought about it deeply sometimes, he never found an issue with it.
he liked it this way, if it meant he could see you all blissed out at his expense. hell, you even gave him some leniency, allowing him to be stoic to you.
"yuâ! yuji, i'mâ!" there it was. he felt that familiar warm liquid drape all over his lips, his lips attaching to you and sucking you all the way dry before lubricating you up with his tongue again. he liked looking at you when you cameâyour eyes could barely stay open. seeing you orgasm only gave him some pent up feelings he'd need your help with later. his dick was whining, crying, in his boxers. a wet spot on the crotch of his pants.
he pulled his tongue out after a few more thrusts, detaching from your entrance with a wet pop. he looked more blissed out than you.
"again." he breathed softly, "one more."
"you said that... the time before thâat, and the time before, and the time before..."
"i know, baby. i know. just one more. last one. you gotta give me one more, mama..." he pleaded with you. he did it for dramatic effect, he knew you'd let him anyway. "i like seein' you cum, i really do. i love watching you, i love tasting you over and over again. i know you're tired, but just give me one more..."
and so you did. you let him do it one last time.
again, again..
and again.
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â OlderBF!Toji Fushiguro x Bratty!Reader
â W/C: ~1.7k Masterlist.á
â Synopsis: Your OlderBF!Toji hates when you steal his cigarettes, especially when coming home after a long shift to an empty carton. Luckily, he kills two birds with one stone. He gets to let off some steam and your oral fixation gets satisfied.
C/W: age gap (Reader: early twenties | Toji: wtv feels right hehe), Degradation, Oral (m! receiving), Throat fucking, cum swallowing, hair pulling/grabbing, rough and mean toji :(( reader who loves it hihi, cigarette smoking.
"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"
Disapproving.
Loud, dark, rude and disapproving. His tone was clear as day, the sharpness of each word shocking the synapses in that fuzzy little head of yours, each brutal thrust nudging his thick cockhead further against the bruise at the back of your throat.
"Greedy girlâ" he purrs, pupils dilating at the sight of you teary eyed and peering up at him, little streaks of mascara running down your flushed cheeks as they hollowed out around him.
"Never fuckin' listen."
You assumed he'd just make you smoke the whole pack, perched on his lap and writhing beneath his iron grip, the nicotine making you dizzy with each inhalation.
That's what he usually did.
When he'd notice his packs going from 25, to 17, to 8 by the end of the day, he'd drag you down onto his knee, popping a stick between your lips before lighting the tip and making you finish what you started.
But this time, he reserved his soft reprimands, resorting to a much more imposing form of punishment.
He had just finished a particularly long job, shoulders heavy and low atop dragging feet, marching towards his bedside to retrieve a pack of Marlborosâonly to be greeted with the sight of an empty carton.
âHey, kidâ" He called from the bedroom, his voice gravelly and firm.
Legs shifting on the living room carpet, every nerve in your body tensed at the soundâa smoky aftertaste still present on your tongue.
âGet youâre ass in here, princessââ
And you didâalbeit apprehensively. Feet dragging against the hardwood, your heels cling to the friction in an attempt to slow yourself downâto delay having to face your boyfriend's dark, pervasive glare.
You round the corner, his thick thighs spread over the edge of the bed, feet firmly planted to the ground. Eyes already piercing the door frame, he stared at you, scarred lips pressed into a thin line.
âCâmere.â
The air around him was hot, wafting tobacco and mint off of him like it always does. Every angry, tense nerve of his body shrouding the room in a dark, heavy air.
You settle between his legs, standing sheepishly as his warmth surrounds youâa hand settling on the skin just beneath your ass.
Swallowing hard, your palms rested on the broad expanse of his shoulders, rough grip pulling you towards him as he stared up at you through hooded eyes.
âBaby,â he mumbled, thumb flicking the top off his now-empty pack, an irate vein bulging from the side of his throatâjaw clenched and cold.
âBeen smoking my cigs?â He asks flatly, his free hand holding up the carton for you to observe, carefully analyzing your expression.
âAnswer.â
You straightened your back, fingers tense on the fabric of his tee.
âJust a couple." The words were heavy and reluctantâa familiar tremor bubbled in your chest. âm'sorry Toj, theyâre just really expensive and sometimes I need to wind down,â
With a thick hand pulling you closer by the skin of your thigh, his cold eyes stared up at you through obsidian lashes.
"And what did I say about takin' em?"
You shifted your weight between feet, eyes darting to the floor in an attempt to avoid his oppressive stare.
"You don't want me to,"
He exhaled long and loud, the air fanning against the bare skin of your thighs, his head dropping down to peek into the carton againâwishing a cig would magically appear and aid his strive for relief.
"That's right."
The silence is loud. It's heavy, uncomfortable and weirdly intimateânerves buzzing from adrenaline.
"So, what now, hm?" he perks up, eyes stern and narrowed. Clearly you've got some sorta, oral fixation or somethinâ. Gotta be the only reason why you won't fuckinâ listen to me, right girlie?"
Your hands trembled against his tense muscles, unsure of what to do next, afraid to speak, to move, to breathe. But subconsciously, you nod and shudder, bottom lip tightly tucked between teeth.
"s'what I thought."
He rose, body warm against yours as he towered above, suddenly shrouded in his tall shadow. Staring down with that playful expressionâthe lustful nature of his fantasies were blatantly obvious from his dark-eyed smirk.
âHad a long day, pretty girl,â he began, a heavy hand on your shoulder applying the softest pressureâdelicate enough to pass as soothing, but perverted enough to make your knees weak. As you sank to the carpeted floors, your fingers traced the front of his thighsâhis gaze setting your nerves ablaze.
"And now I canât even smoke.â
You swallow hard, the edge in his voice slicing through your innocence, a weak quiver stuttering in your chest.
âAll cause you had to go around stealin' my cigs, even after I told you off.â
Your lips were squished together, puckered between his thick, calloused fingers squeezing your flushed cheeks. His grip was rough. Hard and mean, shaking your head side to side to further mock and tease you. Whatever remained of his playful demeanor was gone, leaving you with his fiery, determined admonitions.
You fucked up, you knew that.
But with the way he looked down at you, harsh and remorselessâyouâd gladly do it again.
With a large hand fisting your hair, he guided your head back a littleâmaking room for himself. His digits dipped below the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down to reveal his hardening lengthâbulging from beneath the stretched fabric of his underwear.
âGonna make it up to me, hm? Gonna let me fuck that little throat?â
His cock twitched at your eager nod, watching as you palmed him through the thin fabricâwarm and pulsing beneath palms. Entranced by your desire, his eyes raked over your every feature. The way your soft lips quivered, the way your fingers trembled around his waistband, the way your pupils dilated when you finally freed his cockâflushed red and dripping.
It hung low, heavy and thickâlarge veins running down the length to his wide angry tip, dribbles of pre-cum oozing from the slit. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you could barely keep yourself from him. He was warm under your touch, the pulse of rushing blood coursing through himâfeeling him twitch beneath your delicate strokes.
âTongue.â He growled, swatting your hand away from him as he awaited your compliance.
Saliva glistening on the muscle, his freehand reached down to guide his bulbous tip onto the flesh, softly tapping it against your taste buds.
âWant somethinâ in your mouth that badly?â
Glassy eyes stared up at him, cheeks flushed and eagerâstrings of precum and spit squelching with every pat of his leaky tip. He tasted bitter, warm and saltyâthe flavor addictive to your buds, shocks of lust melting your brain with each lewd tap.
âIâll give you something to wrap those pretty lips aroundâ"
His chest tightened, feeling you gently close around himâthe pressure of your warm mouth sending waves of pleasure through his nerves.
Seeing him like this, your usually tired, gruff old boyfriend letting his mask of loving indifference slip was quite the rarity. Yeah, heâd get rough, dark, dominantâbut nothing like this.
It just made you wetter, all desperate and lecherousâquivering legs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the pulsing ache between your thighs.
He noticed, he always does.
And with a devilish smirk tugging his scar, he thrust into your mouthâhips rolling forward, kissing his thick tip against the back of your throat. âPathetic.â
Another nudge of his hips sank him deeper into the warmth of your maw, maintaining a rough pace as he dragged you into each thrustâthick fingers tangled in your hair.
Tears gathered on your lashes, threatening to fall with each brutal touch of his length bruising your throat. The friction of his veiny cock against your lips was euphoric. Better than any cigaretteâthis was your real addiction, foam bubbling at the corners of your lips, running down your chin in a debaucherous concoction.
âLook at you.â
His face twisted in sadistic pleasure, obsessed with the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouthâthe feeling of your warm moans vibrating against him. It just made him rougher, tears running down your cheeks as he quickened his paceâunable to get his eyes off your pathetic expression.
"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"
He pushed further, cock buried to the hiltâyour nose pressed to the soft hairs of his happy trail. Tongue darting out beneath him, you traced his veins up and downâa shuddered, rough groan escaping him.
"Greedy girlâ"
He got closer and closer with every thrust, your heavenly maw encasing him so perfectlyâthe gooey warmth of your wet mouth like a drug.
"Never fuckin' listen."
Pulling back with a wet pop!, he watched as you caught your breath. His thumb traced the mess on your chin, face glazed with saliva and tearsâpretty little dark streaks decorating your cheeks. You reached up to work his cock, hands pumping and rolling over the tipâtracing his frenulum just the way he likes it.
âOpen.â He spoke, low and gravely.
His release painted your tongue a milky white. Thick ropes of cum filling your mouth with every squeeze of your fingers, your eager expression sending him even further over the edge. Lips wrapped around the tip, you bob your head, drawing out every last drop before swallowing hardâsavoring the warmth of his delicious load.
Tongue lolling out, you proudly show him your clean mouthâthe absence of his seed making his breath hitch.
âFuck, look at that. Swallowed every drop, hm?â
You nod, he smirks.
âGood girl,â a firm hand cupped your cheek, his calloused thumb stroking the skin. His hold was warm and soft, still riding out the high of his orgasm as he stared down at youâgaze loving and gentle.
âlearn your lesson?â He asked.
And despite the remorseful nod you gave him, you knew that wasnât true.
You knew that the second youâd hear the front door click! with the sound of him leaving for work, your grubby little fingers would already be digging in his coat pockets for a pack.
And when heâd catch you again, visibly fuming at the sight, youâd just ash the cigaretteâlooking up at him with those glossy doe eyes.
âSorry toj, canât help it.â
Then you were on your knees.
âSâmy oral fixationâ
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A/N: hiiiii hope u enjoyed. tis not proofread so i apologize for any spelling or grammar errors AGH. anyways HOW ARE YALL DOING? IS THE STRESS OF THE WORLD ALSO EATING YOU ALIVE?? if it is, dw babes just read more smut. <3 ok byee love u