John doe x dom/top male reader
No plot whatsoever because I couldn't think of one
This is kind of short
You fuck Doe's mommy milkers and then give him head
SHE/HER, SHE/THEY, SHE/IT/FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT READ OR INTERACT
Doe laid on his back, staring up at you with glazed-over, unblinking eyes. His pupils were blown out and in the shape of a heart, watching your every move. Black surrounded small red hearts in his eyes. Only a small ring of white separated his pupils from the rest of his eyes.
His shirt and jacket had been lazily thrown to the side and currently lay on the floor along with his pants, the only thing he wore were his boxers. Occasionally one of your free hands would ghost over his bulge or play with his nipples, making him buck into the air. He loved everything you gave him, every touch, every act of affection.
He watched intitly intently as your cock slid in between his tits(he has those absolute mommy milkers) which were roughly held by your hand to encase your cock. The tip occasionally hit his chin or even his mouth, not that Doe minded.
Strands of black, curly hair clung to his forehead. His mouth was upturned into a large grin that displayed his teeth. Occasionally he let out small whimpers or whines. He felt so stimulated just from your thumb that would occasionally twist or tug on his nipples.
He turned his attention back towards your face as he heard you let out a small groan. It was so quiet that the average person wouldn't have heard it but Doe wasn't the average person. Your thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated. An excessive amount of pre-cum stuck to Doe's chest. Sweat rolled down your forehead, followed by your occasional panting. You made eye contact with Doe, your glossed-over eyes meeting his. His smile seemed to somehow get bigger. "I'm cumming" you said in a shaky voice.
Your free hand reached down, sliding under his boxers. You gripped the base of his length and began to slide your hand up to his tip. You repeated this action again and again. Doe let out a loud whine and bucked his hips into your hand.
Your eyes rolled back, contrasting with Johns's eyes that never left yours. He squirmed under you as white covered his chest and face. You had told him he wasn't allowed to touch you which he seemed to struggle with greatly. His hands clung to the sheets on either side of him, turning his knuckles white. Not wanting you to be unhappy, he clung to them tighter in an effort to restrict himself.
You gazed back down at him finally. The color of his skin contrasted with the scars littered throughout his body but more so the cum that stained his chest and face. You ran your hand through his hair lazily, not minding the knots. Doe instantly leaned into your hand.
You pulled away from him and pulled his boxers off. His cock was still hard and leaking pre-cum. You pulled him closer to the edge of the bed until his knees slightly hung off the bed. Doe's smile never left his face as he looked down at your form which was now kneeling between his legs. You took his head into your mouth. Doe's reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan and arched his back into the air.
He gasped out your name in a small voice. He held himself back from grabbing your hair. You ran your tongue over the slit before beginning to bob your head up and down. He looked down at you happily, writhing in your hold. Your hands clutched his inner thighs as if your life depended on it.
John let out a gasp as he felt that searing heat begin to uncoil. His back arched as he let out a whine followed by a string of pleas and whimpers mixed with your name. He get the chance to warn you before you felt him cumming in your mouth. You made eye contact as you swallowed. Your mouth made an audible 'pop' as you let his rapidly softening cock out of your mouth.
You sat on the bed and pulled Doe into your arms. His neck was adorned with purple and blue bite marks that you gave him earlier. You rested your head on his neck as you asked him how he felt, if he was okay, things like that. Much to his dismay, you released him from your hold. Hand clung to you as you tried to walk away to get something to clean his chest.
"Don't leave" he begged. By now his pupils had gone back to their original small size. He seemed desperate to stop you from leaving. Looking at him, you could tell he was on the verge of falling asleep. Not wanting him to panic, you picked him up and carried him to the bathroom, and placed him on the sink. He seemed much happier at this arrangement.
You gingerly placed a wet towel on his chest, much to his dismay.