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Found this while looking for something else. I literally can't remember if I ever posted this or not. If I did, I can't find it anywhere in my tags or on my Masterlist. Sorry if it's a repeat. And...surprise, I guess, if it's not.
I know this is by request but I can’t find the actual request. Birthday sex with lots of oral.
Brendon x reader
Warnings: language and dirty talk, oral sex, male masturbation
Word count: 1.5k
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“Happy birthday...to you…” his lilting purr comes out as a perfect impression of Marilyn before he licks you slowly, moaning at your taste. Your eyes flutter open as he licks you again, even slower this time - his tongue drags over you and the tip flicks against your clit, making you clutch at the sheets in your drowsy haze. Wrenching himself away from the delta of your thighs, he crawls up the bed, shirtless and wearing those grey sweatpants you’re obsessed with. Your eyes are half-open and you giggle sleepily as your boyfriend stretches himself out over you. “Happy birthday...to you. Happy...birth...day...dear Y/n…haaaaappy birthday...to...you.” He kisses you softly, tugging at your lower lip gently before working his way down your neck. “It’s midnight, which means I can officially start spoiling you. We agreed - and by that I mean you forced me to accept - nothing before your birthday, so I am taking every technicality I can,” he warns you. “I’m going to inundate you with love and adoration all day today.”
“Hi baby,” is all you manage, head lolling back onto the pillow with a soft whine as his fingers slip down your body and into your heat. “Oh, Brendon…” your hands stroke his back and he nods, nibbling on your collarbone. “That feels good...both - fuck, fingers and mouth…so nice…” He grins against your neck, kissing gently.
“It’s my girl’s birthday. Gonna make it the best ever.” He pauses. “The best ever so far.” You nod breathlessly, moaning as his fingers curl. “Fingers okay, honey? I can get back down there and eat my baby out if-“
“No, no,” you pant, toes curling. “Tongue feels - tongue makes me come so hard - need to warm up to that,” you tell him with a laugh and he joins you, keeping his fingers thrusting. “Oh god yeah, Brendon, honey - do that, keep doing that!” You’re squirming and moaning as his fingers spread and curl inside you, pressing forward and rubbing slightly. Your mouth drops open as your back arches; you’d have thought you’d be used to the things he does to your body by now, but every time he manages to make it feel different and new, but consistently fucking amazing.
“I’m gonna use my mouth, Kitten,” Brendon warns you as his lips leave your collarbone and move down between your breasts, over your stomach, and finally settling between your legs. “Need to taste my girl. Need to taste my Kitten. Gonna die if I can’t feel you come from my tongue. But more importantly...you want it. And you can handle it. I know you can.” Eyes locked on yours, he presses forward and rubs his tongue gently over your clit before slipping in between his fingers. The sensation makes you gasp and squeal and rock under his touch; you don’t know how you got so lucky. He’s moving with you, full lips sliding against your heat as his tongue rolls and curls over you. You’re moaning now, low and needy, both hands in his hair with your legs spread wide, knees bent as you work yourself back against his mouth like he loves. He presses closer, and when you look down, just the sight of him, eyes closed in utter bliss, mouth moving frantically and making the dirtiest sounds as he eats you out is enough to have you bucking hard and panting his name. “Don’t come,” he groans in one of the moments where he pauses to breathe hard, giving one long lick and rubbing the tip of his tongue against your clit teasingly.
“Bren, it’s my birthday,” you whine, chest heaving. “Don’t hold out on me on my birthday, baby. Please, please let me come.”
“No, my love,” he tells you, kissing your inner thighs, both slick. “I promise, you’ll come. I just want you to really need it.”
“I do need it,” you protest, believing that your need is evident in your voice. And if he can’t hear it in your voice, surely he can see it in your wide eyes, swollen-from-biting lower lip, and taut nipples. “I need it so badly.”
“Yeah? My Kitten needs to come?” He smiles at you adoringly from between your legs. “I think I believe you. My sweet Kitten wouldn’t lie to me.” He blows you a kiss before lowering his mouth back to where you need it most. He doesn’t hold back; if you were coherent enough to use metaphors, you’d describe this as going from zero to sixty. He’s all in, a hand curled on each thigh, mouth moving seamlessly against your heat and tongue expertly breaking you down to a quivering, whimpering wreck. He’s pushing you closer and closer with every swipe of his tongue; before you can even warn him, your thighs are snapping shut around his head as your back bows, head presses into the pillow and lips part in silent ecstasy.
“-fuck! Brendon!” Your voice rips from you and fills the room; as you come undone, he groans and licks eagerly, your name coming from his mouth. You’re trying to muffle your shrieks of pleasure and he’s rutting against the mattress while he laps at you. “Yes, fuck Brendon, yes,” you moan after a moment, catching your breath.
“Love that,” he manages, rolling onto his back with concerted effort. “Love making my girl come like that.” You look down at him between your legs, sprawled out, one arm bent awkwardly above his head so he can trace your slick entrance with two fingers while his other hand curls tightly around his cock, pumping hard. His tongue traces over your inner thigh, moaning as the feel and taste of you combined with his hand bring him close to the edge.
“Bren-“ you protest, trying to move so you can touch him and he silences you with one quick, scolding sound.
“Nuh uh, he says after a moment. “My baby isn’t lifting a finger today.”
“But what if going down on you makes me happy?” You pose the question innocently, and he groans. “You know it does. You know how happy Kitten is when you let her suck you off.” He considers this but shakes his head.
“Not yet. I’m not even going to let myself come,” he tells you. At your quizzical look, he laughs breathlessly. “Gotta take care of you first.” You argue that he has taken care of you, and he rolls his eyes as his hand slows. “If you think,” and he rolls back over, kissing your inner thigh tenderly, “that I’m only gonna have you come one time then you, my sweet girl, are sorely mistaken.”
“Mmmm,” you purr, wiggling in place. “Not sore, honey. In fact,” and you reach down between your legs to ruffle his hair affectionately. “I don’t remember the last time you spanked me sore.” He grins up at you as he props himself up on his elbows as he mouths over you, tongue sliding softly.
“Is that the birthday girl making a request?” His eyes twinkle at you from between your thighs and you laugh delightedly. “Does my birthday girl want to be spanked?”
“Hmmmmm.” You pretend to think, before locking eyes with him and tangling a hand in his hair. “Not yet. Want you to finish what you’re starting down there, honey.” He groans and tells you he’ll finish it gladly. Sure enough, he’s all over you, moaning and gasping and panting, fingers and tongue working urgently and within minutes, you’re clutching his head with both hands and rocking shamelessly against his mouth. “Brendon, baby, make me come!”
He groans your name against you and licks hard one last time before letting his tongue flick back and forth rapidly over your clit as his two fingers curl. Your squeal is piercing and your back arches all the way off the mattress as you press yourself to his mouth, whimpering softly and bucking against him. “That’s my good girl,” Brendon whispers, licking his lips with a pleased expression on his face.
“That’s my good man,” you counter with a soft laugh. “I didn’t do anything but come. You on the other hand…” you laugh again when he shifts to his knees and makes a bow, smirking at you. “You worked hard.”
“Worth it,” he murmurs, crawling up the bed to snuggle against you. “Worth it to see you feel so good. You good with going back to sleep for a while, sweet girl?” He smiles at you sleepily as you rake your hands through his messy hair. “Promise I’ll bring you breakfast in bed.” He kisses you softly and you melt against him, sighing in pleasure as your tongues move together. “Happy birthday, Y/n,” Brendon whispers against your lips, one hand moving to cup your face. As you part, he brushes his thumb over your cheek. “You’re my whole world; you know that, right? You’re my absolute everything. And that,” he says with one last soft kiss, “is why I’m going to make this the best birthday ever.”
“Best birthday ever so far,” you correct with a slight yawn.
“You remembered,” he says, a proud, sleepy smile playing on his lips.
“I remembered,” you agree, and with that, you’re half-asleep again; he’s sprawled over you, one hand on your hip and the other thrown gracelessly over your head. You’ve got an arm thrown across his back and a leg hitched high and angled around his waist. “You're off to a damn good start,” you whisper, letting yourself fall asleep tangled up with him.
Brendon was back on twitch just now and he said all the things I’ve been waiting to hear. All the things I’ve told everyone to be patient for and to just believe in him and be patient.
* a note for anyone who has been tagged in this post, this neating is non-negotiable. you are neat and you are going to have to come to terms with that. this post is immune to all “no u"s and uno reverse card images.
