❀ 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 Kiss The Cook
You make dinner for Grant for a change. Grant wants to show his appreciation, and he always gives his compliments to the chef.
18+ Explicit Sexual Content mdni, Drabble m!reader, Age gap, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Cumplay, Facial, Spit, Praise Kink, Kitchen Sex, Established Relationship, Dirty Talk
You stand at the counter, stacking the last of the plates into the cabinet after the meal you prepared for Grant. The kitchen still faintly smelled of garlic from the dinner earlier. Grant approached from behind without a sound, his strong arms sliding around your waist to pull you flush against him.
He turned you slowly to face him, His eyes lock onto yours, intense and hungry.
“Thank you for dinner,” he breathed out, his face inches from yours, voice low and rough. “You're welcome,” you replied, your pulse quickening. Grant bit his lip, a low groan escaping him before he drops to his knees right there on the kitchen floor.
“What are you doing?” you asked, moving your hands brace against the counter edge for support.
He tilts his head with that confused expression, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean? I'm giving my compliments to the chef,” he says with a sarcastic edge, his warm breath ghosting over the front of your pants. “And I want some dessert.”
His fingers make quick work of your button and zipper, tugging your pants and underwear down just enough to free your cock. It springs out, already half-hard from the sudden shift. Grant looks up at you, pupils blown wide.
“Play with yourself for me. Show me how you want it,” he instructs, licking his lips slowly.
You wrap your hand around your shaft, stroking from base to tip in a firm rhythm, twisting slightly at the head the way you like. Grant watched intently, his face so close you could feel every exhale against your skin, his nose mere inches from your shaft as you worked yourself to full hardness.
“I think I can take over now,” he says, gently pulling your hand away.
Grant leaned in and took the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly. He didn't push deep, instead focusing all his effort on the head—lapping, sucking, and letting thick strands of spit drip down to slick the rest of your length. His hand pumped what his mouth couldn't reach, just like you showed him.
“Fuck, Grant... just like that,” you groan, hips twitching forward. He hums around you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. Grant pulled off for a moment, strings of saliva connecting his lips to your cock. “Yeah? Tell me how you like it. Want me to suck harder on the tip?”
“Yes—harder on the tip, use more spit,” you direct, and he obeys immediately, spitting on your cock before taking the head back in, cheeks hollowing as he bobs shallowly.
The wet sounds fill the kitchen—slurps and sucks mixed with his occasional moans. His free hand cups your balls, rolling them gently while his mouth works you over and over.
Your breathing grew ragged as the pressure built, his focused attention on the most sensitive spots pushing you over the edge.
“I'm close,” you warn, fingers tightening on the counter. With a sharp cry, you came hard—thick ropes shooting into his mouth and across his face, painting his lips and cheek.
Your cock pulses, shooting thick ropes of cum into his mouth and across his face—streaks landing on his cheek, lips, and chin. He swallows what he can, then leans forward to kiss your sensitive tip. “Carry on, top,” he says with a smirk, voice hoarse, licking a stray drop from his lower lip.
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