hear me out .... habit w reader who has an oral fixation nd loves to have his fingers on their mouth .... thinking thoughts .... mmmm ...
as someone with the biggest oral fixation, thank you. so much. fem!reader for this one cuz it’s late and i’m in a mood.
habit knew something was up with you quickly into the weird relationship you two had.
he liked observing you. not an ounce of fear in your brain whenever he came home bloody or he killed someone in front of you. you had a weird curiosity that made you unable to kill.
you actually asked questions. paid attention to him. giggled whenever he exaggerated his stories. you liked tagging along during his kills and just watch him in his element.
it was only natural that he would observe you as well.
he noticed it started with a simple pen. you were studying, working, whatever the fuck you were doing, and you playing with the pen with your tongue.
he was sure you weren’t even aware you were doing it. you weren’t doing it to be sexy, or playful, or a tease. it genuinely helped you focus.
another big hint; popsicles. you loved slobbering all over that shit. you looked almost pornographic—tongue circling the popsicle before sucking it into your mouth.
he was sure you were doing it on purpose now. you wanted something from him, you had to. right?
no. you sucked the hell out of it before saying you preferred the strawberry one instead.
this whole thing of you putting things in your mouth went on and on for weeks, and he just accepted that you had a big oral fixation. it helped you calm down, it helped you relax, helped you focus.
you were weird, but happy wife happy life.
so, when you came home from work, whining and complaining about how tired you were and how fucking stupid your boss and coworkers were, he did the first thing that came to mind.
he grabbed your jaw, fingers squishing your cheeks together, before shoving his middle and ring fingers in your mouth.
you looked at him with wide before letting your eyelids flutter. he watched as your shoulders slumped. you began sucking on his fingers, and it was like all the stress in your body completely disappeared.
“there you go,” he hummed, “you don’t need much to feel better, do ya?”
he felt you hum against his fingers as he kept watching you. you were just so pretty. so easy, so accepting. he liked how fucked out you looked just from this. you were so braindead and his cock was still in his pants.
he thrusted his fingers back and forth, pressing down your tongue, shoving them deeper and deeper. you barely gagged as you accepted them.
a ghost of a smirk appeared on his face. he stayed on the couch, in his seat, with his elbow on the armrest and his cheek resting on his hand.
he slowly started moving his fingers out of your mouth, just to tease you. you whined as your hands wrapped around his wrist.
“mh-mh. ‘m not done.” you muttered before wrapping your lips around his fingers once again.
he grinned as he let you, “greedy little thing. taking more than what i give you.”
but he didn’t push you off. he just moved you closer by wrapping his free arm around you, bringing you to him.
you placed your head on his shoulder as he moved his fingers once again, fucking your mouth. he watched carefully for every micro expression. how your eyes were half lidded and almost glassy. how your jaw stayed open to accept him. how drool dripped from the corners of your mouth.
“look at you.” he cooed, “drooling all over yourself. this messy just from getting your mouth stuffed. my messy bunny.”
his tone sounded mocking, but that was just how habit sounded all the time. his head moved closer and before you knew it, you felt his tongue lick a long stripe from your chin to your mouth, collecting your spit on his tongue.
“wanna suck on my tongue or my cock?” he asked you.
you whined, hands still holding onto his wrist. he laughed, knowing you didn’t have it in you to choose.
“come here, needy girl.” he patted his lap.
you quickly left his hand to straddle him. your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him. he accepted the kiss, hands on your hips.
the second your tongue grazed his, your lips wrapped around his tongue, sucking on it eagerly as if it were his cock.
he grunted, eyes fluttering shut in a slow eye roll. he kept his mouth parted and his tongue partially out to let you keep sucking on it.
his hands guided your hips back and forth, making you grind on his cock.
if he had to be honest, he’s been hard since you walked through the door with that sour expression. he hoped your coworkers pissed you off more.
a/n: i miss my boyfriend.
