✩°｡rituals𓏲⋆. f.wolfhard smut 𖦹 ₊˚
theres something finn likes about the way your delicate lips wrap themselves our his tip. he wont admit it himself but, finn has a slight obsession with the ritualistic way you suck him off.
you never give it to him straight away, you always have to start by teasing him with your freshly swollen, red, kissed lips. the kisses trail down him unexpectedly, never going through the same path, but still always having the same destination. from his lips, to his jaw, his neck, collarbones, shoulders, chest, abdomen, pelvis, and finally down to his groin.
and yet, you dont give it to him immediately. you make him wait. you make finn build up his desperate need for you. make his raging hard cock leak more that it already is. make it twitch aggressively as if trying to reach out for your touch.
your hands ghost over his pale skin, gently tickling his inner thighs as if caressing them like a sacred perfectly preserved sculpted piece of art finn is.
light kisses press around the exact same delicate places that earn a reaction from finn. never once has this specific part of your choreography changed. these sensitive spots on finns thighs bring out the sweetest whimpers from him. needy, whiny, and lewd. finns hips always buck up during, attempting to remind you through your ritualistic kisses which part of him truly needs you the most.
and still, you make him old on a little longer. taking advantage of finns vulnerable position, you hook your arms under his thighs and slowly nuzzle your face between his thighs and right on his balls. the constant neglect of his cock makes finns whines and cries grow louder, but that doesnt stop you. your nose digs and grinds against his testicles, inhaling his musky scent that never fails to drive you crazy. you pull away with a deep hum, and finally stare up at finn.
his eyes swollen, red, and streaming, mirroring his cock. your choreographed teasing successfully made finn as achingly needy as you wanted him to be. its then when you decide to give finn a piece of what he wants.
a light and painfully small lick grazed over his tip. its almost immediately that finn mutters out incoherent yeses. your eyes never leave his half lidded one as your slick tongue circles around his tip. you pout your lips and pathetically spit on his cock, mocking the submissiveness he swears doesnt exist.
finally, thats when you give in and blow him. your torturous teasing isnt tossed out the window, rather partly intergraded into your oral work. your slow, agonizing pace stays the same, as well as your arms that force his legs wider than he can hold. your eyes put on his, never leaving even after he throws his head back, forth, and side to side.
“d-dont stop… im gonna- nghhh~!!”
finns cock splurges its salty seed all over your mouth. it weights down on your tongue, and drips onto his member when you part your lips and stick out your muscle. this is finns second favorite thing from getting sucked off by you, seeing his cum that covers the roof, sides, and floor of your mouth and slowly drop in thick clumps right onto his cock.
mind you, this was supposed to be a short and sweet two paragraph blurb… i think i got a tiny bit carried away :p
