" —want me to return the favour? .."
warnings: smut, zak bagans x gn!reader (gender isn't specified), blowjob, explicit writing, rough .. pure filth jus' per usual.
the visualization of him being pleasured was something close to a vision from god above. given he was somewhat egotistical – it was ultimately meaning that those melodic moans slipped from his mouth with ease and they were grossly and lewdly loud. he grabbed hold of your strands of hair, fingers intertwining with the delicate locks as he precisely anchored your head up and down on his wettened shaft. “ my fucking .. god.. “ he grumbled as his chest heaved. “ you.. you swallow me up so good, so good f’me.. “ underneath these bolstering circumstances, the action of knitting his brows followed.
your eyes seemingly wandered up to his lustful filled gaze, his adams’ apple bobbing up and down as these moans seemingly tumbled out of his mouth. his uncontainable moans are similar to a boiling pot of water as the foaming substance seems to overflow, similar to an unyielding temptation, similar to rivers that sometimes overflow their banks and then flood the surrounding land. he just.. they were unstoppable. those vibrations of you seemingly humming around his hardened cock increased, the broad expanse of your tongue running alongside his hardness.
that sensation of his tip prodding against the back of your throat was enough to make you gag, enough to cause tears to prick at your eyes – dampening your lashes. he was weirdly swift to allow his calloused hand to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping the senseless tears away.
he looks past his glasses, staring down at you as another moan tumbled from his mouth. “ m’so close baby.. oh– oh baby.. “ his movements become increasingly sloppy, these vital movements causing this wet sopping noise of his cock hitting the back of your throat. “ oh fuck! oh fucking.. oh fucking hell.. “ he seemingly grunts out as his tone increases for a moment — he reaches out at your head. his fingers roughly locking around your head.
he suddenly stills as he allows his warm seed to trickle down your throat, his mouth going agape as he feels his body tense and shiver. you seemingly struggle to swallow his tepid release, struggling to breathe as he keeps your mouth locked around him; seemingly keep your face/nose adhered up against his grove of pubic hairs.
as his chest still continues to hoist, his pectoral pressing up against the tight fabric of his shirt, his grasp suddenly loosens. he lugs your head off his now softening member, he slopes himself at an angle and heaves you upwards towards him. immediately he captures your mouth, kissing you in a sensational mannerism. he disregards the commotion of your groin pressing up against his somewhat flaccid cock — he withdraws slightly and nuzzles your nose against his. “ you did so good.. y’know that? “ he reasoned with you.
he then suddenly inquires “ want me.. want me to return the favour? “
