Be Mine ♡

Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.

You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.

But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.

“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”

“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.

His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.

“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”

With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—

“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.

Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.

“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”

The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”

He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.

“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”

His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.

With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”

Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.

He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.

The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”

Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.

“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.

His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.

“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.

“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.

You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”

He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.

His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.

“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.

“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.

Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.

You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.

He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.

The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.

“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎

And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.

And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?

Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.

What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.

You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.

As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~

You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.

As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.

He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.

“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”

He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.

“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.

You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.

He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”

“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.

“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”

Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.

You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.

But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.

“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”

“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.

His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.

“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”

With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—

“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.

Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.

“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”

The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”

He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.

“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”

His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.

With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”

Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.

He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.

The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”

Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.

“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.

His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.

“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.

“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.

You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”

He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.

His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.

“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.

“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.

Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.

You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.

He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.

The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.

“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎

And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.

And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?

Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.

What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.

You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.

As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~

You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.

As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.

He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.

“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”

He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.

“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.

You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.

He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”

“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.

“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”

Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.

You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.

But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.

“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”

“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.

His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.

“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”

With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—

“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.

Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.

“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”

The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”

He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.

“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”

His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.

With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”

Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.

He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.

The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”

Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.

“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.

His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.

“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.

“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.

You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”

He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.

His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.

“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.

“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.

Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.

You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.

He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.

The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.

“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎

And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.

And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?

Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.

What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.

You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.

As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~

You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.

As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.

He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.

“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”

He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.

“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.

You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.

He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”

“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.

“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”

Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.

You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.

But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.

“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”

“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.

His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.

“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”

With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—

“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.

Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.

“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”

The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”

He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.

“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”

His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.

With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”

Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.

He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.

The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”

Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.

“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.

His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.

“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.

“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.

You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”

He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.

His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.

“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.

“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.

Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.

You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.

He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.

The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.

“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎

And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.

And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?

Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.

What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.

You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.

As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~

You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.

As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.

He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.

“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”

He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.

“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.

You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.

He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”

“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.

“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”

Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.

You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.

But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.

“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”

“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.

His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.

“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”

With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—

“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.

Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.

“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”

The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”

He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.

“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”

His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.

With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”

Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.

He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.

The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”

Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.

“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.

His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.

“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.

“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.

You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”

He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.

His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.

“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.

“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.

Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.

You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.

He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.

The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.

“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎

And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.

And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?

Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.

What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.

You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.

As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~

You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.

As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.

He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.

“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”

He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.

“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.

You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.

He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”

“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.

“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”