Repair
pairing : Farmer!Remmick x Reader
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⟢ synopsis : You ask Remmick to come and fix your sink.
⟢ authors note : If you haven’t already please go and read @flixpii farmer!Remmick content and know that I have a massive boner. I hope I did him justice.
⟢ content warning: 18+ mdni, blowjob, face fucking, shy!remmick, farmer!remmick, human!remmick, remmick isn’t safe with me, praise kink, cum eating, gagging, I edited this 4 o'clock in the morning oops.
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He arrived at your house early in the morning with a toolbox in hand and butterflies in his stomach. When you asked him if he could fix your sink he practically jumped at the opportunity.
The night before, he made sure his toolbox was packed, picked out an outfit, and saved his best cologne for the occasion—just in case.
Who knew what could happen?
He knocked twice— counted the seconds— and when he didn't get a response, he knocked again.
Then he heard the soft click of the lock and the knob turning— quickly, he straightened his back. A small smile plastered on his face.
The first thing he saw was your tired eyes, barely open. The slip of your nightgown hanging off your shoulders, and your hair frizzed to the side. You looked like you just stumbled out of bed— probably right on that part.
You opened the door slightly, eyes squinting from the sun peeking past his shoulders, and then gradually opened them— realization crossing through your face.
"…Remmick?" You yawned, pulling the door open wider.
He cleared his throat, tipping his hat down. “Mornin'," he said with a nervous smile on his face.
"You're early." You said softly, turning your head to look at the clock on the wall. "I thought you said you'll be here in the afternoon?"
"I-I know— sorry." He shifts his weight from one leg to the other. "I just thought if I came early—" he faltered, embarrassed. "You know what? I could come back—"
"No, No— it's fine." You assured him, covering your mouth to yawn again. “Come on in." You walked back, pulling the door open to let him in.
He stepped inside, removing his hat immediately. It was dimly lit inside, the curtains drawn closed. There was a hint of cinnamon apple that graced his nostrils, and the smell of Pine-Sol somewhere else.
"I hope you don't mind the mess— I've been rearranging." You sighed.
"I-It's not a problem—" A flush slowly creeps up his face when he notices your nightgown. It's short, stopping just above your knees. He can see how sheer the fabric is, the shape of your breast outlined, your nipples hard against the material.
He gulped, averting his gaze to the pictures on the walls instead.
"W-Where's the um—"
"Kitchen." You pointed, already moving.
You led him towards the back of the house and he followed right behind you, keeping his eyes up.
There were different family portraits on the wall: Family vacation, horseback riding, and a high school graduation portrait. He couldn't help but admire how pretty you looked in all of them— Especially the one you took during your last birthday party.
You were dolled up, wearing this tight-fitted dress that he could remember in perfect detail. You had the sweetest perfume on, heels that made you taller, and hair pinned up. He remembered he could barely talk to you without feeling embarrassed.
"I'm glad you came— regardless if it was early as fuck. I wasn't sure who else to ask." You said softly.
"Y-Yeah…" Besides that, he wasn't going to mention the way he can see the pattern of your panties from the back of the gown either. Pink with white flowers scattered around, lacy trimmings that outlined your curves. How it hugged against the fat of your ass— Shit, he just mentioned it.
“Remmick.”
“What— yeah?” he blinked. Stopping abruptly.
“I said thank you for coming,” you repeated, stepping into the kitchen. “You're the only one who probably won't charge me a ridiculous amount of money.”
"It's not a problem.” he smiled wryly, “I um— I wasn't doing anything today anyway." he continued, stepping into the kitchen as well.
"Clearly,” You noted, leaning against the counter while he strode off towards the sink.
He placed his toolbox on the counter and stood in front of the sink. He checked the faucet by turning the handles back and forth. A low hum alerted him but no water came out. Then, he pulled a flashlight out from his back pocket and leaned over to look inside the drain. When he didn't see anything he quickly got down on one knee.
You continued talking, dragging your eyes over his form. “—Why else would you be here so early if you did?" You teased, watching as he worked.
Remmick glanced at you while he opened the cabinets, pushing a few things to the side. "T-That's not true… I'm always early.”
You raised a brow. "You? Early?"
"Yeah?" his voice wavered, averting his eyes back to the items in the cabinet. He took out dish soap and cleaning products from under the sink, placing them off to the side.
“I have things to do later— stuff,” he said, hoping it doesn't come off cheap.
“Like what?” you pushed.
You weren't buying it, but you were amused by how long he could try.
He paused, “I've got other things to fix…like my…like my bed.”
“Your bed?" He was a terrible liar. "What's wrong with it?"
“It's been…um…creaking— like, a lot.”
You quirked a brow. “Wouldn't be creaking if you're not doing things on it,” you said offhandedly but it made Remmick pause, his ears turning red immediately.
“T-Things?” He stuttered, almost knocking over a can of Ajax. "I'm… I'm not... w-what are you implying?"
“Suspicious activities— cardio?" You said out loud, like you were naming things off a checklist.
Remmick reached around to feel the pipes, ducking his head underneath.
"—A lot of movement? Active stuff?" You continued, "You're a man aren't you? I'm sure you don't just sleep on it.”
He almost banged his head against the ceiling of the sink.
"G-Goodness— Darlin' I think ya have me for somebody else." He pulled his head back from underneath the sink and turned to look at you.
"Yeah? Really?"
"I don't—" he stopped, trailing his eyes off to the side. "I don't…um…do those things."
"Things?" You pressed, a small smirk forming over your lips. "Now, what are you implying?"
He gulped. Feeling self-conscious suddenly.
"I-I didn't—"
"You know, I can tell when you're lying."
The kitchen felt smaller— like the walls were moving in on him.
In the presence of someone like you, always so aware of things—especially him, it made it harder to compose himself. You looked at him like you already knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth— probably the correct tone of wording as well.
"…How—"
“You do this thing where you look away, like people won't be able to tell what you're thinking if they're not looking straight at you.” You tilted your head, gaze sharp. “…Or maybe you're just that obvious.”
"Obvious?" He scoffed, "ain't nothing about me 'obvious'."
"Yeah?" You questioned.
"Yeah."
Remmick doesn't have anything left to say to that, but he knows you caught him when your eyes shift and the next words out of your mouth sent him into a spiral:
"Why are your ears red then?"
He cleared his throat, trying to calm the growing heat elsewhere. He goes back under the sink, hoping it could hide him away— or at least try to.
"J-Just hot in here— that's all."
You hummed, tapping your finger against the counter.
“I'm gonna go freshen up— I'll be back,” you announced and left without waiting for his response.
He couldn't help the need to glance back and watch you leave. He noticed how the fabric of the gown brushed the back of your knees and swayed with each step you took. You turned to walk up the stairs, stretching your arms, and once you disappeared— he quickly went back to working.
"Your ears are red." Echoed in his head.
He wasn't that obvious…Well…maybe a little— but that's beside the point.
He opened his toolbox and pulled out a handful of tools, sorting through them with a furrowed brow— trying to remember which one might do the trick. With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself to the floor, twisting to lie on his back and scooting halfway into the cramped space beneath the sink.
The cabinet’s edges pressed into his shoulders as he reached up, entirely too small to fit a grown ass man, and he felt around blindly. The texture felt scratchy against the pad of his thumb, the smell told him that something was wrong.
A few twists here, a turn there— rusted knobs resisting him at every angle.
It doesn't take long to spot the issue: clogged pipes and the wear of an old, neglected house.
He doesn't know when the house was first built but the rusted pipes tell him it's probably no more than 40 years old— maybe more.
No wonder the sink had stopped working.
He tightens his grip on a wrench he pulled from his box, and gives another valve a turn—too far, too fast. A deep rumble shudders through the pipes, and a moment later, a sudden spray of cold water blasts him in the face— drenching the top portion of his body.
Coughing and blinking through the mess, he wrestles the pipe shut, the valves screeching as he cranks it tight. The spray cuts off. A second later, he hears the satisfying gurgle of water flowing properly—this time into the sink above.
He shimmies down, pulling himself back from under the cabinets, and wipes the water away from his face. He stood up slowly, feeling the way his shirt clung to his skin— dripping down onto the floor leaving a wet puddle at his feet.
So much for picking out an outfit today.
He shook his head, like a dog— hair ruffled every which way. He threaded his fingers through his strands, moving some that were stuck to his forehead.
He hears you a few minutes later, trailing down the stairs, humming a soft tune that abruptly stops when you notice that he looks disheveled.
“Remmick?!" You quickly jump the last steps, moving towards him in record time. You could see water dripping from his hair, the wide puddle at his feet.
“What—” your voice goes quiet when he slowly starts to unbutton his long-sleeve shirt, pulling it off his skin.
He was wearing a t-shirt underneath but it left little to the imagination. You swallowed— hard — eyeing the way his biceps bulged through the fabric. His chest was large, his nipples prominent through white.
The fabric clung to his skin like a glove.
“Loose pipes, old house. The usual when you fix a sink,” he said simply, turning around to ring his shirt.
Your eyes trailed over his back, the muscles working every time he twisted his shirt, squeezing the water out.
"I did what I could, but you'll have to replace the pipes soon. Maybe in a few months." He turned back around, holding his shirt out. "I don't suppose you have a dryer?"
You smiled sheepishly at him, "Nope, broken." You pause, and then: "But I have a towel?"
"Sounds good to me."
You walked around, opening a few drawers. Rummaging through the contents.
"So, how much will that be?"
"Will what be?" he questioned, watching you intently.
"New pipes? Someone to come fix it?" Suddenly, you remembered where you kept the towels stored.
"Well…Joe's Supplies could probably sell them to you for cheap, but—" Remmick's eyes almost pop out when he sees you bend down, opening a cabinet.
The sheer nightgown was enough but shorts were overkill. It hugged you tightly, riding up enough to give him a peek at your underwear from the bottom—
"—So what you're really saying, is that I'm fucked?"
He gulped, quickly fixing his posture. His jeans suddenly felt too small. "Y-Yeah."
"What do I do now?" You stood up, towel in hand, and turned to face him.
He cleared his throat— something he's been doing a lot since he's been here. "If you, um, buy the pipes— I could, you know? Probably…replace it for you."
He could see your face light up.
"You will?"
He nodded when you stepped closer, reaching up to pat the towel against his neck.
"Thank you, Rem." You smiled, patting the towel down his chest. "How much do I owe you?"
Something as innocent as this shouldn't be working him up— but it was.
"F-For?"
"Fixing my sink, duh."
"O-Oh, it's nothing." He smiled softly, leaning back against the counter. "F-For you, it's on the house."
You dabbed the towel over his forehead next, making sure to soak as much water as you could. "Oh? Am I that special—"
"Yes." He said a little too quickly.
When you quirked a brow, he coughed slightly.
"Yes," he tried again, keeping his voice steady. "Just let me know when."
You ruffled the towel through his hair, laughing to yourself when you moved it to see his hair mussed.
"Thank you, I don't know what I would do without you." You grinned, dropping the towel around his neck.
He gave you a face. "R-Really?"
You hummed, nodding to yourself. "What other person I know fixes things as good as you?"
"I-I don't know…"
"You're supposed to say 'nobody' ." You laughed, pulling the towel away.
Remmick gulped, "Sorry—"
"Maybe the right word isn't obvious, but, oblivious." You scanned his face, "Are you always this fidgety?"
He shifted on his feet, "I don't…um…know what you mean."
"You're the only guy I know who struggles so badly when it comes to the signs."
"The signs?"
"You know? When someone takes interest? Like that girl in fifth grade."
Remmick frowned, rolling his eyes like a kid. "Who? Suzie?"
"Mhm, you couldn't tell how much she liked you?"
"She used to bully me— called me a vampire cause she made me spill my mama's famous tomato soup down my face!"
You made a face. "'Famous' is an understatement."
"Understatement?! How— you know what? I'm not even gonna talk about it." He folded his arms, visibly seething in front of you— scrunching his face, biting the inside of his cheek.
He looked adorable.
You couldn't help the loud snort that slipped out.
"I'm just teasing ya, Rem."
Silence.
"Rem?"
His nose twitched.
"Rem~" You sang, "come on, Remmy, I was just joking. You really mad at me?"
You placed your hands on his shoulders, smoothing them over his wet sleeves. "Want me to apologize?"
"…Yeah."
"I'm sorry. How's that?"
"You don't…sound sorry."
You pressed closer.
His eyes immediately dropped to your lips.
Obvious.
"I'm sorry, Remmick." You said, hands moving to grab his narrow waist.
His eyes quickly snapped to the side.
Oblivious.
“Look at me Rem— I'm sorry. Okay?"
The way you were looking at him, eyes soft and lips puckered. Face mere inches away and God— your hands. They were rolling delicate little circles in his side— playful and full of hidden meanings that he was afraid to understand.
Afraid that it was what he was thinking.
Could it be?
It can't…can it?
"Rem?" You asked, tilting your head.
If you kept calling him that— he doesn't know what he'll do.
"Rem, I'm sorry, okay? Can you talk to me—"
It happened so quickly you barely had time to react. Your eyes widened, mind blank when he pressed his lips to yours. They were slightly cold but it wasn’t unpleasant.
He doesn't know what came over him, doesn't know why he did it— but it felt right. He leaned forward, his lips on yours— kissing with that sort of clumsiness that made it known that it was real.
He had to shut his eyes to keep from staring into yours.
His hand snaked behind your back, holding you close like you might vanish— like all those times in his dreams where it played out exactly like this. You, him, alone. Different scenarios but it all ended in Remmick kissing you. Whatever happened after he woke up instantly.
You dropped the towel and quickly cupped his face in your hands. Just like his lips, his skin was cold but it warmed the minute you pressed your hand against it.
You tilted your head, deepening the kiss, and the moment your tongue pressed against his— the faint taste of you invading his mouth— he pulled back abruptly, sucking in air like a fish out of water. His hands dropped away like he was just burnt, eyes darting around your face.
His mouth moved before it could stop, "I-I'm s-sorry." He apologized, trembling like a baby deer. "I-I don't know what came over me— Oh m-my — I just couldn't help myself, and you were so close— and you smelled so good— a-and I thought that it was—"
"Rem, slow down." You laughed, shaking your head at the display of nervousness rolling off of him. "Do you see me complaining?"
He blinked. "…N-No?"
"Do you see me getting mad and yelling at you?"
"…No?"
"So, then, it's fine."
"B-But, it's not right for a man to come onto a woman like that— especially someone like you. I-I'm supposed to ask first, make sure you're okay with it, and then—"
"Remmick, if it wasn't okay, you would have been kicked in the balls by now."
He froze. "O-Oh."
A smirk played along your lips, "I'm not so delicate, you know?" You moved into his space again, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"A-All women are—"
"Not me." You said softly, threading your fingers through the back of his head, fingers twirling the short locks of hair on the back of his neck.
He sucked in a breath.
"There you go again, acting all shy." You quipped. "Obvious, oblivious— maybe you're somewhere in between."
"B-But—"
"Remmick, I like you."
He opened his mouth but no words came out. He was permanently in shock, unsure if he was dreaming or if he was dead in his sleep right now.
"I asked you to fix my sink— yeah, but also because I think you're cute."
"W-Wait— You do?"
You nodded. "I think you're so hot when you work.” You pressed your chest against his, the wet fabric staining the front of your clothes. “Especially when you get this look on your face when you're trying to figure out how to do something."
He looked like a tomato at this point.
He slowly wrapped his hand around your waist, still careful and shy. "I think you're also…c-cute."
"I know, it's so easy to tell from you."
"Am I…really that obvious?"
"Yup."
“I-I’m sorry. I just…you make me so… I—“
You chuckled, “You don’t have to apologize.”
“I-I’m sorry—“ he clicked his tongue. “I mean, I didn’t know you liked me. I just assumed that you thought of me as a friend…only.”
“Want me to show you?”
“Show me what?”
“That I don’t think of you as just a friend?”
“H-How?”
"Easy. All you have to do is keep your eyes on me, Rem.” Slowly, you got down on your knees, the water wetting your skin, and you peered up at him through your lashes. Your fingers hooked through his belt buckle, working them open.
Remmick gulped— his eyes averting off somewhere. But then they snapped back when you tugged his hips forward.
“What did I just say?” You teased, finally pulling his belt apart.
“I-I’m sorry—“ he took a breath, “ o-okay.”
This can't be real.
He covered his face with one hand, peeking through the gaps of his fingers. His other hand was holding the edge of the counter, squeezing, trying to hold on as you worked him open.
You pulled his pants down, smiling at how small Remmick was trying to make himself. “You're always so shy, I’ve never seen a man—“ your eyes widened when you pulled his briefs down after.
He was leaking already, the head of his cock flushed red. Swollen and hard against his naval. He had a vein running along the side of his skin, twisting like a vine. He was big— bigger than you've ever seen.
Probably the biggest you're ever going to get.
"I-I know," he said, sighing through his hands. Flustered. "Y-You've probably seen better— something more of your style. I-I'm not normal— probably disgusting—"
"N-No." You quickly said, using the pad of your thumb to run soothing circles against his thighs. "Baby, look at me."
Remmick slid his hand down his face, chest rising and falling with desperation. He looked so scared, afraid that you wouldn’t like it— wouldn’t like him.
"You're perfect." You smiled up at him.
He felt warmth slide across his chest. "R-Really?"
"Mhmm, of course. Just look at ya,” you wrapped your hand around him and he jumped. “already weeping for me just from kissing."
“I-I’ve never—“
"Kissed anybody? So that makes me your first?”
He nodded, shamelessly.
“It’s okay.”
“Y-You sure?”
"I wouldn't be on my knees in front of you if I wasn't sure."
“S-Sorry—” and then he huffed when he caught himself apologizing again. “Okay...”
“I just want you to keep your eyes on me— that means you can’t cover your face and look away.”
“O-Okay, I can do that.”
“Yeah?”
“Y-Yeah.”
You pumped him once, getting a feel— watching the way his stomach tensed. He was staring at you with such intense eyes, like he couldn’t believe that you were here— on your knees with his cock in your hand.
"You're so cute, Remmick." You pumped him again and he swallowed. "You're always so shy, so nice— Unlike any man I've known before."
He sucked in a breath when you leaned forward to kiss the vein pulsing on his skin.
"Am I the first one to see you like this too?"
"Y-Yes." He answered breathlessly. Honestly.
"A farm boy, nice, his first time— you're just wrapped in a pretty pink bow for someone, huh?”
“W-What does that—“
You delved forward, sucking him into your mouth and he shuddered. Your tongue lay flat under the weight of his cock, but that didn’t stop you from rolling it underneath. You watched as his face contorted, his eyes darting from your mouth to everywhere else.
You could tell that this was hard for him.
He gasped when you pulled back just enough to suck the tip of his cock, your hand pumping the base of him.
He clenched the edge of the sink tighter, "D-Darlin'—" he choked, jolting when you pushed forward to swallow him whole again.
“G-Goodness.” He moaned, “I-I…you're doing so— o-oh.”
You pulled back, his cock slipping out and you grinned at him. “Keep your eyes on me, okay?”
“O-Okay.”
You made a show of licking the tip, precum beading against your tongue and he couldn’t help the high-pitched whine that escaped.
“Darlin’— p-please.” He doesn’t know what he was begging for but the thought of you, the way your tongue kept rolling off of him felt so good— he had to feel more.
Sensing that, you spit into your hand and grasped him in your hand again— moving your hand back and forth with an antagonizing slow pace.
“What’cha beggin’ for, Rem? Don’t tell me you thought about this before?”
“N-No—“
“Liar.” You chuckled. “Your face is already red. I think we’re far past embarrassment.”
“P-Please— can…can you go faster?”
“Faster?”
He nodded, “Y-Yes.”
You rolled the pad of your thumb against the slit of his cock and he groaned. “Ask me the right way then.”
“I-I want your mouth on me—“ he gasped when you cupped his balls with your other hand, rolling them in the palm of your hand. He visibly shuddered when you squeezed, playing with them like stress balls.
“Keep going. You got it, Rem.”
“Y-Your mouth— felt so good on me.” He sighed, “A-and your tongue.”
“Want me to taste you again?”
“Y-Yes please.”
You laughed, going back to pumping him and he moaned out loud.
“You're so polite, Rem. But I’m afraid you have to tell me exactly what you want.”
“I-I can’t.”
“You can. Lemme help you.”
You kissed the tip of his cock, moving to lick the underside of him with messy trails of spit and precum. He felt his stomach tighten, the image of you like this was almost too much to bear.
“G-Golly—“ his breath hitched when you licked lower, swirling your tongue over his balls, his cock resting on your face. The size of him was so obvious like this.
You slipped him from your mouth, moving to kiss him once more. “Say it, say you wanna fuck my mouth.”
He felt his heart skip a beat. “D-Darlin’—“
“Say it,” you demanded.
“I c-can’t—“
“If you don’t, I’ll stop. Leave you here just like this.” You gave him a devilish smirk, clutching the base of his cock without mercy. “Want me to leave?”
“N-No, I don’t want you to—“
“Then say it.”
He sucked in a breath, trying to find the confidence to repeat your words back. But his hands shot out, fingers interlocking into your hair when you tilted your head back— tongue lulling out to rapidly slap the length of his cock against the flat of your tongue.
It was loud, wet, and obscene. The type you only saw in pornos. He broke eye contact, shutting them closed. Whimpering shamelessly.
He was putty in your hands.
"O-Oh— P-Please—" he groaned, rutting his hips forward without meaning to.
“Please what?” You questioned.
"C-Can you— can you do that again?" You felt his leg tense.
You peered up at him, “Watch me then.”
The moment he finally opened his eyes to look at you, you squeezed him in your hand and slapped his cock against your tongue once more. He let out a low groan, pulling your hair tightly without meaning to.
“I wanna—“ He curled his hand against your scalp, threading his fingers through your hair. “Wanna f-fuck your mouth.”
“Say it again, baby.” You pushed, watching as he opened and shut his mouth like a fish.
“P-Please— I wanna— f-fuck your mouth—”
You barely gave him time to finish before your mouth was on him finally. Pumping what you couldn’t fit into your mouth while swirling your tongue over the tip.
He rocked his hips forward, watching intently as his cock disappeared and reappeared from your mouth— wet streaks of saliva and cum coating him in a messy show of display. You looked so pretty like this, on your knees, working him over. Face flushed, eyes teary.
"Darlin— mhm, n-not gonna last—" he moaned, rutting his hips forward. "F-Feels so good— so warm, tight— suckin' me in whole—"
You felt heat pool into your stomach, your cunt clenching around nothing. The sounds he was making were slowly starting to get to you.
“O-Oh, that’s it,” he groaned. Desperate and needy, holding your head tighter when you pushed forward, making sure that the tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat.
“R-Right there—“ he moaned, loud and high-pitched.
Your hand guided back to cup his ass, squeezing him in your hand— pulling him forwards to help him fuck into your mouth more. You wanted to feel him, pull him in deeper. Your moans vibrated against his cock, sending an electric shock through his body.
"G-God—" he rasped, both hands placed on your head to hold. “ Y-Your so perfect— dreamed about this.”
You moaned, shutting your eyes, listening while your throat worked around him.
"Baby— c-can't believe your doin' so well— so perfect—" he thrust into your mouth— once. Pulling your hair gently.
You could feel your cunt leaking, dripping into your panties with no shame.
"I-I dreamed about this— you." He thrusted up again, kissing your throat with clumsiness. "T-Thought you would be scared of me—mhm, thought you might run away— " another thrust into your throat has your toes curling, stomach lurching forward.
You clutched the globe of his ass, teetering on the edge of sliding a finger past.
He locked his hands around your head— a warning not to stop, a silent plea to keep going— on the verge of breaking.
"I was s-scared— T-Turns out, I should have been scared of you—Oh! K-Keep going." He begged, tipping his head back, jaw slacked. Moaning in broken whimpers of pleasure. "G-Gosh— feel so good— you— feel so good. Takin' me in like this."
You pulled back to pop him out of your mouth, catching your breath, drool pooling from the corner of your mouth. You kissed the underside of his cock, and then dragged your tongue across the length of him. Coating him once more.
He rolled his hips forward, his cock gliding over your tongue in one swift motion. "You're gonna— darlin' if you keep— mhm, keep working' me— gonna make me—"
"Y-Yeah?” You breathed, throat slightly sore. “Gonna come?"
He nodded profusely, petting his fingers in your scalp. “A-Almost—“
"Now?" You kissed the slit of his cock, cum coating your lips.
"C-Close— so close."
“You know what to do.”
You slipped him back into your mouth and he broke. Holding your hair tight into his hand, jutting his hips once, twice, three times— until he found a rhythm that made him dizzy.
"I-I'm, darlin' I'm gonna— g-gonna come—"
You moaned around him, digging your nails into the fat of his ass to keep him close. Maneuvering his hips, helping him thrust into your mouth.
"B-Baby— s-soon." He gasped, throwing his head back. "I-I'm sorry for doing this— just, ohh— j-just hold on f'me."
You weren't sure what he meant but you quickly understood when he took a deep inhale and he used both hands that were tight on your head and pulled you forward— shoving himself all the way into the back of your throat, leaving no room for you to breathe.
The size of him was too much for you to handle— so fucking big, suffocating you— leaving you to gag around him. Tears slipping past and down your cheek.
A loud, whiny moan slipped from his open mouth. His fingers curled more into your head when your throat clenched around him and he saw white cross his vision.
He spilled just like that, on your tongue, stuttering his hips— burying himself as deep as he could go. Your throat contracted around him while he rutted forward, trying to keep you in place. Your nose was buried against thick, coarse, hair that tickled.
“T-That’s it— y-your draining me dry, baby.” He moaned, drenching the back of your throat with everything he had.
You shut your eyes tightly, gag reflex screaming at you to pull him out— but you refused to. You felt warmth flood your taste buds— too much and still not enough. He groaned out loud, frozen in place, still cumming into your mouth, like you were milking him dry.
Not once did you move until he was done— his cock spurting its last with his thighs shaking, and loud, breathless moans from his mouth.
He crashed back against the edge of the sink, letting go of your hair, his cock slipping out to lie flaccid against his thigh.
You opened your mouth, tongue lolling out to show him streaks of white lying on your tongue like a work of art.
"G-Gosh." He breathed.
He watched as you closed your mouth and visibly swallowed, smiling up at him— face a mess and tears dried against your cheek.
You stood up, abruptly, dragging his pants up with you, and lazily zipped him back up— belt buckle still hung open, his body twitching every so often from shock.
You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in close to press his lips against yours. He could still taste the faint traces of himself on your tongue— salty and sweet.
You placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, resting your hands on his shoulder. He looked so cute, face still red, ears burning— his chest still heaving.
You opened your mouth to speak, "How was that—"
"Incredible." He beat you to it.
"Was I?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Did you like it?"
"A-A lot… like, more than I can describe."
"Yeah?"
He nodded slowly, biting his lower lip.
”I have another sink for you to fix.” you smirked at him, pulling him by the hand. He followed along with you on wobbly legs while you directed him towards the stairs.
“A-Another one?” he questioned.
“Yeah, it's in my bedroom.” You took a step, Remmick trailing behind you.
“Bedroom…?"
You hummed, "This one might be tricky, but I trust you.” You looked back, taking another step. “And lose the shirt, you won’t need it.”
secret admirer: @pearlstiare