urbain smutty thought turned drabble || urbain x reader
Little thought turned drabble as I work on a Urbain fic for yall. spreading my pathetic, desperate urge to please urbain agenda
// NOT PROOF READ, NO LEGENDS ZA SPOILERS, MINORS don’t INTERACT. urbain going down on you, gender neutral, pathetic urbain, slight overstim at the end!
Imagine Urbain as a pathetic service top. It fits him so well, no? He’s always putting others before himself, focusing on caring and helping other people. How would that be any different for his partner? No, it’s even worse. There’s a deep desire that festers in his stomach every time you give him a look with half lidded eyes or whisper sultry words in his ears. He’s desperate to please you, to take care of you in a way no one’s has ever done so before. He wants to make you feel so good that it’s the only thing he thinks about. It is so utterly pathetic that you wonder how he makes such a good team leader.
Days he can’t sleep, he’ll lean over, kissing down your neck. You don’t even have to meet his gaze to know what he wants. Between the kisses against your skin, he’s practically begging to go down on you. You meet his gaze and god he wants you so bad— you can see it in his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks. How could you deny your pretty boyfriend such a pleasure? He looks like an excited puppy when you nod.
He doesn’t even waste a second, fingers eagerly taking off your bottoms. Before you can even blink, he’s right between your legs, forcing them open for him. He stares up at you, looking almost thankful for you before he wraps his lips around your sex. He’s learned so well over the time you two have been together! He has you completely figured out, and knows exactly how to move his tongue to make you squirm and writhe.
He loves how you react to him too, it’s confirmation he’s doing his job well. Every sweet moan that leaves your lips, every sputtered gasp, and even when you reach down to his hair, yanking him closer to your sex. . . It makes him so much needy for you. Especially when you moan out his name. God he can feel his cock twitch every time you do so.
His moans are muffled against you, and almost louder than you. His grip against your thighs become tighter, his movements faster and more desperate like he’s the one being pleasured. He’s gone lightheaded from the fact he can’t breathe properly, but god he does not care! The only thing he can focus on is you, only you. Especially when you’re squealing that you’re so close, and that he’s such a good boy for you.
When you finally do cum on his face, he does not stop at all! He gives it his all, through the ache in his jaw, and doesn’t stop pleasing you until you’ve completely ridden out your orgasm. . . Until pleasure turns into pain, and you start hissing out. Finally he can move his head back, gasping for the air he didn’t realize he was missing. He is staring up at you through your legs, and the sight is nothing less than heavenly. He’s panting softly with bright red cheeks, and his lips are glossy and wet from your cum. You feel your stomach churn as you watch him lick his lips, bringing his fingers to wipe away his saliva. He looked like an angel.
The usually would have moved in to kiss you, check in on how he had done. Oh, but Urbain was not done with you yet. He plants almost swollen lips against your inner thighs, his hot breath hitting against your skin. Desperate to hear more of you, desperate to have you cum for him again, he’s staring up at you with glossy eyes.
“Please, please. . .” he’s mumbling against your thighs, pressing down light kisses. “Just one more, mon coeur. . . I need to hear you moan for me again,” his kisses turn into light bites, running his tongue over each bite mark to soothe the sweet stings. “You can cum for me one more time, right lovely?” There he goes, practically begging again. Though there’s more than desperation that glimmer in his eyes. There is a need. A need to make you your nerves so shot, that the only thing you can moan and gasp is his name. Urbain.
Oh how could you say no to such a face? You can already feel the arousal pool back to your stomach. You can only hope that the walls are thick enough to shield all noises you have, and will, be making tonight.
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