MDNI // Explicit!!! // WC: 1.5K// Warnings: slight dom sub dynamics, but not really, somone making you do things you don’t want to do, you know how consent works. I’m not your Momma. // mastierlist
AN:// this was way shorter than I thought it would be.
Real AN://, this fic is heavily inspired by @megamindsecretlair go check out her Terry Fics if you haven’t already. This one is def exist because of the recent one she put out based of a request.
Terry was tired.
He had a long day at his new job; he wasn't sure if he cared about it.
How long this would last, he wasn’t sure, but he had a reason to have one now. You were good for it.
He sighed when he saw you in bed, still sleeping. The sheets were rumpled, no corner left unturned from his side to your side. You were currently on your stomach, leg turned up towards your face and your other leg hanging off the side of the bed. Your eyebrows fitfully scrunched together, your lips pulled tight in a frown.
Bad sleep was still sleep, and you needed every bit you could get.
He took a shower, taking his time to wash the frustration of the day off of him.
When he was done, he walked into you now on your side with one hand by your face. Your other guarding your side.
As if hearing the towel pat against the skin, or maybe the soft rustle of his t-shirt and loose pajama pants sliding along his skin, but your eyes flutter open.
“T,” you softly call out, your voice thick with sleep, “is that you?”
“Yeah, I just got home.” He sat on your side of the bed, reaching out to touch you wherever was closest. He caresses the skin of your leg. Your skin was always so soft, if not a little warm,
Despite having on a tank and the slimmest shorts you could find to keep cool, it was still a struggle. Somehow, no matter how little clothing you wore, it didn’t work.
You sat up, and moved towards him. Straddling his lap.
“You don’t have to get up. You should sleep.”
“Don’t want to.” Your tone was playfully apathetic. “We can sleep later.”
He clenched his jaw, fighting to not show his frustration. No matter how wide your eyes got, how you batted your eyelashes at him, you were putting on. Always putting on.
You knew when you were irritating him and showing it only made you put on worse.
“What are you doing?” He said as even and calmly as he could, hiding the bite in his voice.
You slid down onto your knees in front of him, your expression soft and innocent.
“You promised.” You batted your eyes at him.
He kept his cool and unwavering.
“Terry.” You plead.
“Okay, just. . .” He sighed. . .“okay.”
You flash your teeth in a smile that was oh so pretty. Your shoulders relaxing into a normal position and your eyes fighting their sunken state, showing in the sweetest way just how alive and in it you were.
How could he say no to that?
Not breaking his firm steady gaze, he pulled himself out of his pants, already half hard.
Despite your sweet face, it was cruel how slowly you dragged your tongue from the base to tip. Tenderly, you massaged the tip with your tongue, lathing the bit of precum before placing small wet kisses on it.
His hips dipped on the bed and his back arched slightly, his dick bobbed against your lips, eager for more.
“Cut-cut that out.” He stammered, fighting to keep his voice stern. “Just put it in your mouth.” He managed to scold you.
You ignored him, placing wet kisses down his length, your breath fanning across his sensitive skin with each one. Slow, so terribly slow, you lathe at his balls with your tongue.
“Fuuhck.” He balled his fist at his sides, squeezing the sheets so tight his knuckles were two shades lighter.
He didn’t want to get so loud because that shit only made you worse, but when they were finally wet to your liking, gingerly wrapping your mouth around one, you slid your tongue around it in small circles, not too harsh or too soft, he couldn’t help the low drown out groans that spilled out of his mouth.
You let it go with a pop before moving on to the next one.
He was leaking so much. It was spilling down the sides of his dick, and dripping from his tip.
His balls tightened in your mouth and with a hot gasp you pulled off.
“Shit,” your tone too normal and light, like you haven’t been teasing the fuck out of him, “I didin’t mean to do that for so long.” You looked up at him like you were sorry. Your long lashes batting up at him apologetically.
His dick stuttered, threatening to bust.
“Fuck you.” He strained out in a whine. His eyes dark and stormy through their lust blown gaze.
“Oh. . .” Your eyes went wide before fluttering elsewhere, darting around the room.
You took it too far and now he was upset. You frowned with a pout, but he promised. How can he get so mad if he promised.
Not wasting time, you took him in your mouth, his hips pushing his dick past your lips just as much as you were taking in, desperately thrusting up.
Now that you could set your own pace tonight you didn’t have to take him all the way so soon at the start, you could take your time, jerk the rest of him with your hand, and finally savor the taste of him in your mouth, the smooth velvety skin and the natural musk he exuded from every pore.
You sucked a little harder hollowing your cheeks as you did, eager for more.
“Ah,” he hissed, “wait, fuck. . .baby wait.”
It was too late, he was already filling your mouth.
You spit whatever was left in your mouth and latched back on him.
He roughly pushed at your forehead, making you wince, but the more he did that the harder you sucked his softening dick to keep it in your mouth. His stomach and chest heavily heaved up and down as he breathed in and out.
“Quit. . . Playing.” He strained against gritted teeth, fighting the whimper bubbling up his throat.
You swatted his hands away.
Eventually as you slowly mouthed at his dick, he got hard again and his groans and whimpers subsided.
Satisfied, you moved your head back to let go and sit on top of him. Your pussy wet and desperate to finally have him inside, but a large hand firmly grasped the nape of your neck as he pushed himself to the back of your throat.
“Where the fuck you think you going?”
He set a hard and brutal pace.
The wet sound of his dick sliding up and down your throat as you whined around him made your pussy ache around nothing. The hair of his base roughly tickling at your nose as his balls slapped occasionally on your chin.
“If you love my dick so much,” he emphasized his point by holding your face against his hips, savoring how your throat clenched and unclenched around him as you choked on him, “why do you keep spitting it out?”
He looked down at you with a smirk, wiping a stray drop of his cum that leaked from your mouth before shoving it back inside with his dick, pushing just a bit more for you to make a sloppy choked sob on his dick and finger he pushed inside with it .
“You know how much that hurts my feelings.”
It was Terry’s favorite sick game he liked to play.
The first time you ever sucked his dick, without thinking you just spit it out when you were done, he was taken aback, almost offended. The way his face fell and his eyes dropped was almost cute, big, wide, and cloudy with somber soft gray blue clouds, but it didn’t stay that way. He liked to force you to swallow sometimes, and you never knew when that day would be.
Tonight was one of those times.
His grip on the back of your neck tightened. His hips started to thrust down your throat with as much fervor as his grip on you was, shoving you towards him. With a low, drawn huff of a groan, he spilled down your throat. The thick hot spurts of his cum sliding uncomfortably through your body, filled your belly with a particular warmth you weren’t too fond of.
You meweled against his softening dick as the tightening of your muscles released. Your thighs starting to seize and tremble as you came undone, unexpectedly coming in a way you did not want to as well.
“Shh.” He rubbed your face with a thumb as he came down your throat and you spilled around nothing. “You know you like it.” He murmured.
