you drink it just like water!
tw: 18+ mdni, oral (f!receiving), fingering, mentions of squirting, semi-public sex (?), dirty talking, reader is kinda submissive, smut w little plot
author's note: i have no idea what this is but pls enjoy <3 also, i'm very new to posting on tumblr and i would love to meet new people. so just send me a message, lol.
all the formal chatter and sophisticated party music subsides into the background.
all you can see is him. his eyes. the way they bore into you from all the way across the crowded room.
all you can hear is the pounding of your pulsating pussy.
you feel yourself writhing under his sharp gaze as his eyes traverse over each and every curve of your body. his eyes stop to linger on your tits - hardened nipples threatening to tear through the sheer, flimsy material of your dress you obliviously wore to your office party.
but if you were being honest, you put that dress on specifically for him. because you knew how he would react.
so when you saw yourself in the mirror that evening, contemplating whether to wear the dress or not, his hungry face plastered itself onto your mind, sealing your rather inappropriate decision. you were quite sure the head of HR was occasionally glancing over to you, a look of admonishment and contempt reflected in her expression.
you couldn’t care less about what she thought.
right now, all that mattered was the way heat coursed through every single vein of your body. until your face was flushed, your mouth was instinctively parted, and your fingers were digging into the edges of the bar table, trying to stop you from cumming from his gaze alone.
despite the distance, you were sure he just mumbled some curses under his breath as he devoured you with his stare. he was clearly having a hard time controlling himself.
the way your ass deliciously pressed up against the bar stool, aching to be fondled by him, was making him utterly miserable. your cleavage made itself more prominent with every breath you took. and when your hand brushed against your chest as you brought your glass of wine towards your wet mouth, your tits bounced.
and oh. he had enough.
he walks over to you. with purpose. with danger looming in the space that kept decreasing between your bodies.
he grabs onto your wrist and you set the wine glass back onto the bar table with a sudden ‘clank!’
his breath is hot in your ear.
‘come with me. right fucking now.’
when he looks at you, he flashes you a polite smile, trying to fit into the professional party setting. but his eyes tell a different story.
you don’t really have an option to decline. and so you let him lead you out of the party hall towards the bathroom. he quickly looks around, making sure there’s nobody in the vicinity. once confirmed, he opens the bathroom door. and he’s onto you. kissing your mouth, grabbing your ass and roughly spreading your cheeks with his palms.
you struggle to lock the door behind you as the iridescent lighting floods your pupils. your knuckles grow white on the door knob as he latches his lips onto your neck, sucking relentlessly, all while kneading your breasts with his palms.
after what seems like minutes, his fingers find your nipple. he roughly twists the mound with two of his digits, eliciting a sharp moan from you - a strangled cry of pain and pleasure combined.
in a flash, he places his palm onto your mouth, attempting to hush your tell tale sounds.
“what were you thinking, eh? wearing this slutty dress out in public?” he questions in a dangerously low tone, his dilated pupils fixated onto yours.
his fingers slowly travel down the valley of your tits, barely touching your skin. he goes oh so slowly. it’s excruciating. goosebumps come alive on the surface of your skin, the shudders travelling all the way down there. all the way down to your wet, needy pussy.
“just wanted to tease me. yeah, baby?” he growls into your ear.
you can feel your pussy juices leaking down towards your ankles. the only sounds you can hear are his heavy breathing, your pounding heart, and your thrumming pussy that’s pulsating even louder than your heart.
“i am so fucking tired of waiting. been watching you tease me with your ass and tits out all evening. and i'm tired. so i’m gonna do something about this naughty little pussy of yours.”
you can’t help but whimper as he digs his fingernails into your ass, threatening to rip through the thin, almost see-through material of your dress.
and then, he’s onto his knees.
he lifts the hem of your dress. you aren’t wearing any panties. he literally groans.
“Fuck, baby… no panties?”
you can swear he almost moaned, too. “you’re killing me, y’know that?”
his breath fans your wet core, hot and inviting.
and then you feel it, his finger swiping between your folds.
‘you’re so fucking wet f’me. oh my god, baby.”
you make the mistake of looking down at him, just as he makes a show of staring you dead in the eye and popping his wet digit - the one dripping with your slick - right into his mouth.
a low chuckle stirs in his throat.
“oh, i’m gonna… fuck”
and he’s devouring you.
his flat tongue licks a long stripe between your pussy lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you over the edge. he licks your cunt as if he wants to drink the whole of your arousal. and he probably does. he definitely does.
the slurps and squelches overpower the buzz that sounds from outside the room, and for a second, you worry if someone will hear the filthily wet noises resonating from your pussy. but when he circles his lip around your throbbing clit and sucks, all is forgotten.
he fully makes out with your cunt, french-kissing it, and sucking your clit into his mouth relentlessly. he goes breathless, but he’s unwilling to stop. he keeps sucking your clit into his salivating mouth, all while letting out lewd moans. as if he’s the one getting all the pleasure.
your fingers find his long curls that so beautifully frame the top of his forehead. you tug onto them with all your might, desperately trying to ground yourself into the moment. he lets out a hiss but it’s muffled by the damp sounds of your pretty cunt.
“i’ve been wanting to eat this pussy for so long.”
he sticks his tongue into your clenched hole, prodding at your gummy walls mercilessly.
“y-yeah?” you manage to utter between your long string of uninhibited moans.
“and you taste so fucking good. so delicious.”
he moans and it reverberates through your entire core. the vibrations send new waves of pleasure coursing through your nerve endings. your skin feels like it’s on fire, that familiar knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the minute.
“i- i’m gonna c-cum- ahn! f-fuck!”
his grip on your thighs tightens as he spreads your legs even wider.
“cum f’me baby. cum all over my tongue. lemme taste your sweet cunt.”
his words are enough to spur you on.
his tongue begins circling your clit as he uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips. the continuous, cyclical attack on your nub paired with the pressure his tongue is applying makes your legs shudder.
your orgasm comes over you like a tidal wave.
your moans and the squelches sounding from your spasming pussy echo in the tiny, dimly lit bathroom. you can barely stand as your release takes over the whole of your body, making your legs and knees dysfunctional.
he grabs your right leg and puts it over his shoulder, attempting to provide you some sort of balance.
but oh, he has no intention of stopping. your moans just spur him on even further, endowing him with a crazed hunger to fully devour you. to completely worship you and your cunt.
the overstimulation makes you whimper uncontrollably as he keeps flicking at your bundle of nerves. your hand flies to cover your mouth, as you bite on your own fingers to shut yourself up.
you had no intention of getting so horrifically exposed at your work party. though it was probably too late for that now.
he chuckles, slowly and softly.
“you’re so fucking cute, doll. so fucking adorable.”
he slides in two digits into your leaking pussy. tears sting at the corners of your eyes.
you look down at him. and god, he was so pussydrunk.
the way his lips are so pink, so puffy, and so wet. your slick coats the whole of his mouth and jaw, filthily dribbling down his chin. his pupils are blown wide - his eyes dark, dazed, and hungry for more. for more of you.
“this time, i want you to look at me, baby. look into my eyes. you don’t get to close them. understood?”
you nod submissively.
“good fucking girl.”
his fingers curl inside your wet heat in a ‘come hither’ motion. they prod at your gummy walls, hitting that sacred sweet spot.
and his mouth is latching back onto your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth, making out with it. the slurps, along with the pace of his fingers creates that knot in your stomach again. your orgasm is close. you can feel it.
he begins attacking your sweet spot with his fingers now, his pace fast and rhythmic. the lewd squelches that reverberate through the musky air are sinful. you desperately grip onto the door handle for further support, almost unlocking it in the process.
the way he pumps his fingers into your pussy and licks your clit. plus the way his eyes bore into you, makes the pleasure (the torture) even more unbearable. his pace quickens, and so does the pounding of your heart. you can feel the knot growing tighter than ever. your nerve endings are on fire and your tears threaten to burn through the flushed skin of your cheeks.
your second release hits you like a fucking truck. your thighs spasm wildly, tightening the death grip around his face. your back arches off the door of the bathroom as you unintentionally begin to ride his tongue. this only increases the intensity of your beautiful torture.
your squirt gushes out of you like an unabating stream, coating his lips and filling up the whole of his mouth. some of it also drips down his chin but he’s determined to drink the whole of it like he’s a parched man. he laps up every drop of your juices.
he runs his tongue over your thighs. he cleans you up completely until no drop of your precious arousal goes to waste.
“fuck… you’re so delicious, baby.”
he stands up, grabs your jaw, and kisses you full on the mouth. you can taste yourself on him. your juices are still coating his lips.
you whimper into his mouth, dazed in the afterglow.
your head is still pressed up against the bathroom door and you can hear footsteps right outside.
and shit, it sounds just like Miss HR.
“well, we certainly can’t leave right now cause they’re outside… wanna go again, baby?”
thud.
he’s back on his knees in front of you, bunching up your dress around your stomach.
Good god, you were gonna have a looooong session with HR after this.