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that single comment haunted him up until this very day... because, shit, yeah, you did mark him up, didn't you? he didn't ever plan to get tatted by anyone else except you; your work is absolutely beautiful, and he gets to be in your company for hours. damn, that did something to him, because now every time he looks at his tattoos, he thinks of you.

he's ashamed at how many times he spilled himself into his hand that night with a muffled moan of your name.

"you with me, blondie? want me to keep going?"

it took him a moment to realize he got lost in his thoughts for a bit, his breathing finally under control. he nodded rapidly, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he runs a hand through his hair.

"y...yeah," he's out of breath, he doesn't even know why, "just...was a lot for a second. you're all good now, 'm usually not this sensitive."

"mm, you sure?"

your hand ran over his side, a gesture meant to soothe him, but it just makes him suck in a breath, his head tipping back on the chair. you're mesmerized, a soft smile on your face as you watched his abs move and ripple under your touch, biting your tongue as you watch the conflict flicker across his face.

he's so cute.

your eyes dip down and you see it, the heavy outline of his dick filled out against his leg in his sweats. as if sensing you looking at it, it gives a cute little jump under the fabric as if saying "look at me, hi, hey, look at me!"

he's so, so cute.

you gave a little shrug, drifting back down to where you paused tattooing. "if you say so, big guy. let's get back to it, and don't forget..." the way your eyes seemed to practically glow as you leaned in close, adjusting your grip on the tattoo gun feels dangerous, looking up at him through your lashes. "you can tap out for a break, 'm not mean, jin. i don't wanna break you yet."

it's embarrassing how he whined when the tip of your tattoo gun touches his skin again, barely covered by the hum of the machine. each movement of your hand was purposeful, the lines clean, steady, perfect.

as you traced over the outline of the stencil transfer, your thumb on your free hand traced slow, unconscious circles on his side. the tiny gesture meant to be soothing was dangerous, intimate, and infuriatingly arousing.

enjin was so fucking relieved you were currently focused on what you were doing, and not on his face. he didn't need you to see his eyes flutter shut, the faint pink tinge on his cheeks and ears, the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip. if you could, you'd be teasing the hell out of him, looking so disheveled over a simple tattoo.

but none of that fucking mattered when his dick was right in your face trying to say hello.

"easy, big guy," you purred, god, you sound so good when you talk to him in that low, calm voice when you really get into the zone and, shit, are you talking to him or his dick right now, he's so screwed, backing off a moment to wipe off the bit of ink and blood on his skin. "you keep that grip up on my chair, and you'll rip the armrest off."

embarrassed, he lightened up his grip, not realizing he was digging his nails into it. "sorry, doll, getting lost in thought," he muttered, sighing deeply to try and get his shit together. no, seriously. he needed to get his shit together, you were only on the outline and he was already dying.

"mhm? some thoughts those must be."

it's back to silence, a few deep breaths and he felt…better, calmer. the music in the background helped distract him more, fingers tapping against the armrest of you continued to work in smooth movements, getting back into the zone once you felt him relax back into the chair.

you adjusted your hands once you got to the smaller circles, bracing the free one right on his hip to stabilize yourself better. your hand is so soft, so warm—no, so hot, burning against his skin, unless it was just him? fuck, he couldn't tell, all he knows is you were burning him in the best way possible with your hands.

as you worked, you could feel how his body twitched under his touch, giving a teasing little squeeze as you worked the needle around the curves of the design. you were so focused on the ink and how the black pigment settled into his skin, eyes sharp with intense concentration. but your mind was absolutely swimming with messy, perverted thoughts…none that you were ashamed of either.

you knew what kind of client enjin was. you knew how he usually took ink, and this?

this was different.

this wasn't your usual, talkative, loudly laughing, fake-crying client who couldn't get enough of freaking you out when he fake gasped to make you think you messed up.

no, he was quiet.

so, so quiet.

and the clear visual of his dick print in his sweatpants gave away why he was quiet, sure, but seeing the actual behavioral change, the fact that you could practically smell his arousal mixing with that intoxicating combination of his cologne and the cigarette he had before he sat in your chair was making your head swim.

so who can blame you when you get a chance like this to tease the guy who usually does the teasing and poking? of course you're gonna take full advantage of it.

and he noticed.

you were taking your sweet time, humming to the song playing on the speakers as you continued moving the needle with that practiced precision and overwhelming confidence, eyes taking note of every little reaction he gave with each pass of the machine.

when you began outlining one of the bottom two circles of the design that was more on his pelvis than stomach, you couldn't stop yourself from cooing at the small, choked moan that escaped him, your eyes immediately darting to his face as you lifted the tattoo gun from his skin.

"mm? yeah? right there? sensitive, isn't it?"

that tone in your voice, that teasing, cooing tone…

the shift in the air is palpable, the semi-professional, playful atmosphere has completely evaporated, now replaced by something heavy, thick, and hot.

your eyes flicker to the spot you just touched with your tattoo gun, humming with a tilt of your head before shutting it off and setting it to the side.

"enjin, as your favorite artist, you're getting a mandated break."

picking up the gauze again, you wiped the area you just worked on, touch lingering longer than it needed to be, and much firmer against the sensitive skin, causing him to groan, his hips lifting off the chair just a little bit.

"you're cruel, boo," he hissed, looking at you with hungry, lidded eyes. "so, so fucking cruel."

when you giggle, he has to bite back another noise, the sound shooting right to his dick. this must be some kind of test, some test of willpower. did one of his friends put you up to this? some bet of 'hey, let's see how long it takes for enjin to finally pop a stiffy when getting tattooed by his super hot artist friend'?

"i'm the cruel one? really? when you're the one that's hard as fuck right in front of my face?" your gloved hand grips him through his sweatpants, and he swears he's died and gone to heaven, a stuttered 'oh my god' rushing out of him. you're actually touching him, yeah, through clothes, but fuck, you're touching him.

his attention is dragged back to you when you click your tongue, tilting your head in that infuriatingly cute manner. "how am I supposed to focus, huh? literally your dick is throbbing in my face while i'm touching you, jin."

with a laugh, you start slipping off your gloves, eyes trailing all over his body, all over the black and red ink swirling across his skin, your work, your mark, before falling back to between his legs.

"you gonna be good for me, right, enjin?" you don't look at him, gloves in the trash before you pushed away your rolling cart with your tools on it, giving yourself space to move closer.

he didn't expect you to start tugging his sweats and boxers down, commanding him to lift his hips a bit with a little 'c'mon, hon, up,' before pulling them down enough for his cock to pop right out, tip already sticky and wet from pre-cum.

"oh, jin…" that soft, cooing tone only makes the whole thing worse, a thick spurt shooting out of his tip and all he could do was groan in embarrassment. "s-stop talking to me like tha—aaah, fuck meee…"

you couldn't help yourself, hand wrapping around his impressive length and giving a little squeeze around the base. nice and thick, heavy in your hand too, with the prettiest happy trail that ended where his waistband was. sweet thing, shaved a bit of the top off for you to have easier access to smooth skin for his ink.

using your other hand, you trailed little circles into his tip, absolutely in awe at how hard he was, the head was flushed an angry red and he just wouldn't stop spilling pre all down his shaft.

"jin, you should've said something," you murmured, pout on your lips as you wrap around hands around his cock and start pumping slowly, using the precum to ease the glide. "didn't know you were this hard, we could've taken a break, it looks like it hurts…"

each stroke you give him is slick, you palm dragging over his length sinfully. he chokes on your name, bucking up into your hand when your thumb brushes over his tip to spread more of his precum.

"f-fuck, baby, you're k-killing me—" "shh, jin, keep your hips down for me, baby, jus' like that, i got you."

just hearing you say that nearly makes him black out, one of his arms thrown over his eyes while the other grips the arm rest for dear life, uncaring of how the fabric squeaks under his digits.

you talk so sweet, but you're mean, so fucking mean to him with how you grip him tight in your hands before pausing to drag your thumb right over the underside of his cock head.

he tries to keep his hips still, he really does, but that's just cruel. a noise that sounds like a mix of a choked groan and a whimper pours out of him as his hips spasm upward, desperately chasing the pleasure your insanely hot and insanely soft hands are giving him.

but he's immediately jolted back into reality when one of your hands drags down the sensitive skin on his side, nails scratching him and leaving behind pretty, red lines that you know he's going to be staring at in the mirror for hours later.

"down, 'jin, don't make me say it again, be good for me, before i make you sit like this while i finish your fucking tattoo," you hiss, and he knows you're serious, he knows you'll do it.

"y-yeah, yes ma'am, sorry, i got it, fuck, 'm sorry," he moans, voice guttural and strained as he moves his arm to watch how you touch him, eyes fluttering from the sheer pleasure you're giving him.

the wet schlick, schlick, schlick of your hands only serves to make the burning heat between your thighs grow stronger, because he's this wet just from his own precum. it's so nasty, so pathetic of your usually cocky client, but it only makes you wetter to realize he's like this because of you.

"all worked up like this from me putting my mark on you…you're so cute, enjin," you sigh dreamily, hand around his dick speeding up.

you want to see him fall apart, want to see him break for you, knowing that he trusts you enough to do his tattoos, to create permanent art on his body, to use him as your own personal canvas…and knowing he trusts you enough to touch him like this.

it's something you could get high off.

he's twitching in your hand, and you bite your lip every time you see him hold back, doing his best to keep his hips still just like you asked, like he's trying to be good for you.

"s-shit, i can't, fuck, 'm gonna cum too fucking fast," he whimpers, head falling back onto the chair, "you're hands are t'soft, doll, christ, please, gonna make me cum—!"

he's so gone for you, it's absolutely adorable.

with a soothing shush, you only speed up your hand, the one on his side sliding down to swirl circles into his tip with your thumb, loving the way he nearly screams your name from the onslaught of pleasure.

"mhmm? you're so pretty like this, jin…c'mon, make a mess for me, lemme see how much you like when i mark you up with my art. cum for me, enjin."

but right as he's about to cum, make a mess of your hand and himself, your brain realizes something once your eyes latch onto the sight of his abs flexing as he starts babbling your name…you can't let him cum like this, or else he's gonna get cum all over his fucking raw, unfinished tattoo.

you move so fast he barely can process anything except the wet, hotness around the tip of his dick, before blinking to realize you've popped the tip inside your mouth.

"o-oh, shit—"

his hands are in your hair, pushing you down half way on his cock, moaning pathetically into the air when he feels you choke, throat spasming around the unexpected intrusion as he finally, finally spills himself inside your warm mouth. he pumps out hot, thick ropes as those choked groans continue with each pulse

"thank you, thank you, thank you, oh my god, you're s'fucking good to me, babyyy—"

after the last throb of his cock, he falls limp, a heavy breath leaving the poor guy as he tries to regain his senses. you actually might've made him get a glimpse of what heaven was like, and he doesn't know how he's supposed to continue living on this mortal plane .

he's absolutely fucked.

when you pull off him after a little struggle to swallow the cum that flooded your mouth, you immediately cough, taking a second to recover. you knew he'd probably push you down a bit, but fuck, he's thicker than you realized.

"g-god, jin, you almost killed me with that thing, be careful," you joke, wiping at your mouth as you look up at him, expecting him to still be a little fucked out and regaining this thoughts.

but he's sitting up, eyes wide as he stares at you. "i'm okay, don't worry, just wasn't expecting—"

"you swallowed it."

"…huh?"

his hand grips your wrist tightly, pulling you closer until you both are practically sharing the same air.

"open your mouth."

you don't even get a chance to pull open it before he's doing it for you by shoving his fingers in your mouth, other hand tugging on your tongue as he literally inspects your mouth, uncaring of how your drool is coating his fingers, starting to drip down his wrist. he snaps out of it when you whine, eyes a bit glassy as you look at him with pinched brows.

now you're the one who's flustered and fuzzy brained.

"holy fuck…you swallowed my cum, all of it, just like that? shit, baby girl, c'mere."

he's pulling you into a deep kiss, not hesitating to take advantage of your stunned state to slip his tongue inside, wet little smacks from each time he pulls away just to dive right back in.

the taste of you is sinful, the faint sweetness of your bubblegum you threw out still lingering, and he can taste the saltiness of his cum still lingering in your mouth.

pulling away just enough to breathe, he's staring deep into your eyes, that pathetic, neediness gone and replaced by a deep, burning hunger, mouth curling into a sadistic little snarl.

"either you wrap up this tattoo for me, or we're gonna see how fast i can get an infected tattoo by fucking you on this damn chair."

you swallow thickly with a nod, reaching for your materials so he doesn't fuck up your hard work…well, what little of it there is since you didn't even get halfway through…but you can feel his stare burning into you, silently waiting for the second you finish to get his hands on you.

that single comment haunted him up until this very day... because, shit, yeah, you did mark him up, didn't you? he didn't ever plan to get tatted by anyone else except you; your work is absolutely beautiful, and he gets to be in your company for hours. damn, that did something to him, because now every time he looks at his tattoos, he thinks of you.

he's ashamed at how many times he spilled himself into his hand that night with a muffled moan of your name.

"you with me, blondie? want me to keep going?"

it took him a moment to realize he got lost in his thoughts for a bit, his breathing finally under control. he nodded rapidly, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he runs a hand through his hair.

"y...yeah," he's out of breath, he doesn't even know why, "just...was a lot for a second. you're all good now, 'm usually not this sensitive."

"mm, you sure?"

your hand ran over his side, a gesture meant to soothe him, but it just makes him suck in a breath, his head tipping back on the chair. you're mesmerized, a soft smile on your face as you watched his abs move and ripple under your touch, biting your tongue as you watch the conflict flicker across his face.

he's so cute.

your eyes dip down and you see it, the heavy outline of his dick filled out against his leg in his sweats. as if sensing you looking at it, it gives a cute little jump under the fabric as if saying "look at me, hi, hey, look at me!"

he's so, so cute.

you gave a little shrug, drifting back down to where you paused tattooing. "if you say so, big guy. let's get back to it, and don't forget..." the way your eyes seemed to practically glow as you leaned in close, adjusting your grip on the tattoo gun feels dangerous, looking up at him through your lashes. "you can tap out for a break, 'm not mean, jin. i don't wanna break you yet."

it's embarrassing how he whined when the tip of your tattoo gun touches his skin again, barely covered by the hum of the machine. each movement of your hand was purposeful, the lines clean, steady, perfect.

as you traced over the outline of the stencil transfer, your thumb on your free hand traced slow, unconscious circles on his side. the tiny gesture meant to be soothing was dangerous, intimate, and infuriatingly arousing.

enjin was so fucking relieved you were currently focused on what you were doing, and not on his face. he didn't need you to see his eyes flutter shut, the faint pink tinge on his cheeks and ears, the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip. if you could, you'd be teasing the hell out of him, looking so disheveled over a simple tattoo.

but none of that fucking mattered when his dick was right in your face trying to say hello.

"easy, big guy," you purred, god, you sound so good when you talk to him in that low, calm voice when you really get into the zone and, shit, are you talking to him or his dick right now, he's so screwed, backing off a moment to wipe off the bit of ink and blood on his skin. "you keep that grip up on my chair, and you'll rip the armrest off."

embarrassed, he lightened up his grip, not realizing he was digging his nails into it. "sorry, doll, getting lost in thought," he muttered, sighing deeply to try and get his shit together. no, seriously. he needed to get his shit together, you were only on the outline and he was already dying.

"mhm? some thoughts those must be."

it's back to silence, a few deep breaths and he felt…better, calmer. the music in the background helped distract him more, fingers tapping against the armrest of you continued to work in smooth movements, getting back into the zone once you felt him relax back into the chair.

you adjusted your hands once you got to the smaller circles, bracing the free one right on his hip to stabilize yourself better. your hand is so soft, so warm—no, so hot, burning against his skin, unless it was just him? fuck, he couldn't tell, all he knows is you were burning him in the best way possible with your hands.

as you worked, you could feel how his body twitched under his touch, giving a teasing little squeeze as you worked the needle around the curves of the design. you were so focused on the ink and how the black pigment settled into his skin, eyes sharp with intense concentration. but your mind was absolutely swimming with messy, perverted thoughts…none that you were ashamed of either.

you knew what kind of client enjin was. you knew how he usually took ink, and this?

this was different.

this wasn't your usual, talkative, loudly laughing, fake-crying client who couldn't get enough of freaking you out when he fake gasped to make you think you messed up.

no, he was quiet.

so, so quiet.

and the clear visual of his dick print in his sweatpants gave away why he was quiet, sure, but seeing the actual behavioral change, the fact that you could practically smell his arousal mixing with that intoxicating combination of his cologne and the cigarette he had before he sat in your chair was making your head swim.

so who can blame you when you get a chance like this to tease the guy who usually does the teasing and poking? of course you're gonna take full advantage of it.

and he noticed.

you were taking your sweet time, humming to the song playing on the speakers as you continued moving the needle with that practiced precision and overwhelming confidence, eyes taking note of every little reaction he gave with each pass of the machine.

when you began outlining one of the bottom two circles of the design that was more on his pelvis than stomach, you couldn't stop yourself from cooing at the small, choked moan that escaped him, your eyes immediately darting to his face as you lifted the tattoo gun from his skin.

"mm? yeah? right there? sensitive, isn't it?"

that tone in your voice, that teasing, cooing tone…

the shift in the air is palpable, the semi-professional, playful atmosphere has completely evaporated, now replaced by something heavy, thick, and hot.

your eyes flicker to the spot you just touched with your tattoo gun, humming with a tilt of your head before shutting it off and setting it to the side.

"enjin, as your favorite artist, you're getting a mandated break."

picking up the gauze again, you wiped the area you just worked on, touch lingering longer than it needed to be, and much firmer against the sensitive skin, causing him to groan, his hips lifting off the chair just a little bit.

"you're cruel, boo," he hissed, looking at you with hungry, lidded eyes. "so, so fucking cruel."

when you giggle, he has to bite back another noise, the sound shooting right to his dick. this must be some kind of test, some test of willpower. did one of his friends put you up to this? some bet of 'hey, let's see how long it takes for enjin to finally pop a stiffy when getting tattooed by his super hot artist friend'?

"i'm the cruel one? really? when you're the one that's hard as fuck right in front of my face?" your gloved hand grips him through his sweatpants, and he swears he's died and gone to heaven, a stuttered 'oh my god' rushing out of him. you're actually touching him, yeah, through clothes, but fuck, you're touching him.

his attention is dragged back to you when you click your tongue, tilting your head in that infuriatingly cute manner. "how am I supposed to focus, huh? literally your dick is throbbing in my face while i'm touching you, jin."

with a laugh, you start slipping off your gloves, eyes trailing all over his body, all over the black and red ink swirling across his skin, your work, your mark, before falling back to between his legs.

"you gonna be good for me, right, enjin?" you don't look at him, gloves in the trash before you pushed away your rolling cart with your tools on it, giving yourself space to move closer.

he didn't expect you to start tugging his sweats and boxers down, commanding him to lift his hips a bit with a little 'c'mon, hon, up,' before pulling them down enough for his cock to pop right out, tip already sticky and wet from pre-cum.

"oh, jin…" that soft, cooing tone only makes the whole thing worse, a thick spurt shooting out of his tip and all he could do was groan in embarrassment. "s-stop talking to me like tha—aaah, fuck meee…"

you couldn't help yourself, hand wrapping around his impressive length and giving a little squeeze around the base. nice and thick, heavy in your hand too, with the prettiest happy trail that ended where his waistband was. sweet thing, shaved a bit of the top off for you to have easier access to smooth skin for his ink.

using your other hand, you trailed little circles into his tip, absolutely in awe at how hard he was, the head was flushed an angry red and he just wouldn't stop spilling pre all down his shaft.

"jin, you should've said something," you murmured, pout on your lips as you wrap around hands around his cock and start pumping slowly, using the precum to ease the glide. "didn't know you were this hard, we could've taken a break, it looks like it hurts…"

each stroke you give him is slick, you palm dragging over his length sinfully. he chokes on your name, bucking up into your hand when your thumb brushes over his tip to spread more of his precum.

"f-fuck, baby, you're k-killing me—" "shh, jin, keep your hips down for me, baby, jus' like that, i got you."

just hearing you say that nearly makes him black out, one of his arms thrown over his eyes while the other grips the arm rest for dear life, uncaring of how the fabric squeaks under his digits.

you talk so sweet, but you're mean, so fucking mean to him with how you grip him tight in your hands before pausing to drag your thumb right over the underside of his cock head.

he tries to keep his hips still, he really does, but that's just cruel. a noise that sounds like a mix of a choked groan and a whimper pours out of him as his hips spasm upward, desperately chasing the pleasure your insanely hot and insanely soft hands are giving him.

but he's immediately jolted back into reality when one of your hands drags down the sensitive skin on his side, nails scratching him and leaving behind pretty, red lines that you know he's going to be staring at in the mirror for hours later.

"down, 'jin, don't make me say it again, be good for me, before i make you sit like this while i finish your fucking tattoo," you hiss, and he knows you're serious, he knows you'll do it.

"y-yeah, yes ma'am, sorry, i got it, fuck, 'm sorry," he moans, voice guttural and strained as he moves his arm to watch how you touch him, eyes fluttering from the sheer pleasure you're giving him.

the wet schlick, schlick, schlick of your hands only serves to make the burning heat between your thighs grow stronger, because he's this wet just from his own precum. it's so nasty, so pathetic of your usually cocky client, but it only makes you wetter to realize he's like this because of you.

"all worked up like this from me putting my mark on you…you're so cute, enjin," you sigh dreamily, hand around his dick speeding up.

you want to see him fall apart, want to see him break for you, knowing that he trusts you enough to do his tattoos, to create permanent art on his body, to use him as your own personal canvas…and knowing he trusts you enough to touch him like this.

it's something you could get high off.

he's twitching in your hand, and you bite your lip every time you see him hold back, doing his best to keep his hips still just like you asked, like he's trying to be good for you.

"s-shit, i can't, fuck, 'm gonna cum too fucking fast," he whimpers, head falling back onto the chair, "you're hands are t'soft, doll, christ, please, gonna make me cum—!"

he's so gone for you, it's absolutely adorable.

with a soothing shush, you only speed up your hand, the one on his side sliding down to swirl circles into his tip with your thumb, loving the way he nearly screams your name from the onslaught of pleasure.

"mhmm? you're so pretty like this, jin…c'mon, make a mess for me, lemme see how much you like when i mark you up with my art. cum for me, enjin."

but right as he's about to cum, make a mess of your hand and himself, your brain realizes something once your eyes latch onto the sight of his abs flexing as he starts babbling your name…you can't let him cum like this, or else he's gonna get cum all over his fucking raw, unfinished tattoo.

you move so fast he barely can process anything except the wet, hotness around the tip of his dick, before blinking to realize you've popped the tip inside your mouth.

"o-oh, shit—"

his hands are in your hair, pushing you down half way on his cock, moaning pathetically into the air when he feels you choke, throat spasming around the unexpected intrusion as he finally, finally spills himself inside your warm mouth. he pumps out hot, thick ropes as those choked groans continue with each pulse

"thank you, thank you, thank you, oh my god, you're s'fucking good to me, babyyy—"

after the last throb of his cock, he falls limp, a heavy breath leaving the poor guy as he tries to regain his senses. you actually might've made him get a glimpse of what heaven was like, and he doesn't know how he's supposed to continue living on this mortal plane .

he's absolutely fucked.

when you pull off him after a little struggle to swallow the cum that flooded your mouth, you immediately cough, taking a second to recover. you knew he'd probably push you down a bit, but fuck, he's thicker than you realized.

"g-god, jin, you almost killed me with that thing, be careful," you joke, wiping at your mouth as you look up at him, expecting him to still be a little fucked out and regaining this thoughts.

but he's sitting up, eyes wide as he stares at you. "i'm okay, don't worry, just wasn't expecting—"

"you swallowed it."

"…huh?"

his hand grips your wrist tightly, pulling you closer until you both are practically sharing the same air.

"open your mouth."

you don't even get a chance to pull open it before he's doing it for you by shoving his fingers in your mouth, other hand tugging on your tongue as he literally inspects your mouth, uncaring of how your drool is coating his fingers, starting to drip down his wrist. he snaps out of it when you whine, eyes a bit glassy as you look at him with pinched brows.

now you're the one who's flustered and fuzzy brained.

"holy fuck…you swallowed my cum, all of it, just like that? shit, baby girl, c'mere."

he's pulling you into a deep kiss, not hesitating to take advantage of your stunned state to slip his tongue inside, wet little smacks from each time he pulls away just to dive right back in.

the taste of you is sinful, the faint sweetness of your bubblegum you threw out still lingering, and he can taste the saltiness of his cum still lingering in your mouth.

pulling away just enough to breathe, he's staring deep into your eyes, that pathetic, neediness gone and replaced by a deep, burning hunger, mouth curling into a sadistic little snarl.

"either you wrap up this tattoo for me, or we're gonna see how fast i can get an infected tattoo by fucking you on this damn chair."

you swallow thickly with a nod, reaching for your materials so he doesn't fuck up your hard work…well, what little of it there is since you didn't even get halfway through…but you can feel his stare burning into you, silently waiting for the second you finish to get his hands on you.

semiu g. ♬.ᐟ : 10/10 | "if you don't arch your back some more, imma have to show you how to do it right, and we will turn this into a twerking competition."

the best partner to have when clubbing, i don't care what anyone says. she's so fucking into it, it's like the two of you are in sync with how flawlessly she moves against you, her fingers tugging you back in time with the song by your belt loops. the end of the night always ends with you both covered in sweat and a little out of breath from how much you guys dance on each other. sometimes its you throwing it back on her, sometimes her on you. no matter what, any ass that is thrown WILL be caught, she is a professional at what she does.

bro s. ♬.ᐟ : 7/10 | "have i told you how gorgeous you are? mhm, the prettiest little thing, an' i've got you grinding all over me…god, 'm so lucky, baby."

if he's completely sober, then it's going to be a 2/10 because he's genuinely really flustered and doesn't know what to do with his hands. but you get a few shots in him? oh, suddenly he knows what he's doing, his hands roaming all over your body, moving from your hips, up your sides, and stopping juuust under your chest, teasing the skin there. he just needs a bit of courage to be more open with his touches to you, but just be careful, because it's not just his hands that you need to worry about, it's his damn mouth and all the dirty shit he's muttering in your ear about how good you feel grinding up against him.

tamsy c. ♬.ᐟ : 8/10 | "who said you could stop, huh? the song's not over, darling, keep dancing for me."

i hate this nonchalant blondie, tamsy's handling you like he doesn't even care. definitely the guy with a VIP section at the club too, so he's sitting with his legs spread wide while your more so sensually grinding on his lap to the song playing. he's got one hand on your waist, squeezing and rubbing up and down while his other hand pulling the mouth piece of the hookah out of his mouth, blowing the smoke against your back (the vision of you practically grinding against him with a smoky, foggy view genuinely turns him on more than it should). he's moving under you too, just barely, but it's mainly his hand that's keeping you moving, squeezing your thigh when you start to slow, those little pleased hums and the warmth of his lap telling you everything about how much he's enjoying himself.

gris r. ♬.ᐟ : 5/10 | "shit, honey, you're good at this, aren't ya? pretty, real pretty…"

the type of guy to keep drinking like he's not getting twerked on by the baddest person in the whole club, using the rim of his cup to hide the nasty grin on his face. every once in a while, he'll grind back against you, but he's not really catching much because he knows if he does, he will get carried away and he doesn't want to end the night too soon. his free hand isn't on your hip as much, instead he's running his hand up and down your back, dragging his nails against your skin when you roll your hips a little harder than before. he's honestly using this whole thing as an excuse to perv on you, unashamed in how obvious it is on his face that he's imagining you fucking yourself against him instead of just dancing...dude is not locked in at all.

follo t. ♬.ᐟ : 2/10 | "w-wait, jesus, hold on, i'm gonna pass out—!"

bro is absolutely dead, like the only way he's able to even stand is because gris and enjin are holding him up while tomme and semiu are egging you on to keep going on him even though the poor guy is literally on the verge of blacking out. he can barely keep his shaky hands on your waist, his palms soaked in sweat. the second you are done, he's gotta get to the bathroom, he's hard as fuck in his jeans and he might die from embarrassment…absolutely awful at getting twerked on, but it doesn't mean it's not fun. he'll just be out of it as enjin and gris poke and tease him for not being able to handle it at all.

tomme m. ♬.ᐟ : 5/10 | "your ass is too much, you almost knocked me over! do it again!"

honestly, she's already several drinks in and struggling to keep up with you by the time they start playing the music that you are finally shaking ass to. she's a mess of giggles and drunken blurts of the lyrics, but she's still trying, one hand on your hip and the other holding her drink up in the air as she literally cheers over you twerking on her, she's so cute. one day, she wants you to teach her how to twerk, because she's not really good at it but she wants to be able to switch places with you one day since you make it look so fun.

august s. ♬.ᐟ : 6/10 | "baby doll, you're driving, me nuts, i think 'm gonna die…actually no, wait, i'll die if you stop, so keep doing, don't stop."

baby, this man is such a freak for you grinding up against him, his bottom lip is swollen from how badly he's biting it. just like enjin, it always starts off with him being able to catch it whenever you throw it back on him, moving with you fluidly before he starts to get a little fidgety, fingers digging into the fat of your hips and tugging you against him more and more until you're barely able to pull away from him and he's not-so-subtly bouncing your hips against his like he's literally trying to fuck your through your clothes. but unlike enjin, he's not moving to a more secluded spot, he will keep that shit up right on the dance floor, knowing damn well no one else really cares.

zodyl t. ♬.ᐟ : 3/10 | "you keep rubbing up against me like a cat in heat…are you trying to tell me something?"

this man isn't even in the club, he's at fancy lounges with deep, slower music, drinking rich wines while you sit on his lap. he doesn't do well in upbeat clubs, it's just not his thing. but at home, you always like to catch him off guard when you're playing music and end up using him to dance on. it…never lasts long because anytime you start to grind up on him, he's taking that as an invitation, huffing as he tells you to stop playing around. so, yeah, he's not really catching anything because he isn't even giving you a chance to get more than 30 seconds into the song before he's asking bluntly if this is you trying to tell him you wanna ride him…he's so dumb.

jabber w. ♬.ᐟ ♪.ᐟ : ????/10 | "can we make out after this? hell, we can make out right now, mama, you're too good at movin' on me like that."

you and jabber are way too popular at clubs. you both always have this energy that never fails to get everyone on the dance floor instead of just standing around awkwardly. but when you start twerking on him? oh, it becomes a whole fucking show of people recording the chemistry going on, plus the two of you play around too much. you guys attract a damn crowd with how fluid you both move against each other with the brightest grins on your faces. he's got a crowd of guys behind him, holding him up as he dramatically leans back into them like he can't handle all the ass you're throwing back on him. he's got the back of your shirt fisted in his hand to keep you bouncing back onto him, and you two have the nastiest little smirks on your faces. and of course, just to fuck around, you guys will switch positions and it just makes everyone around you guys louder because why the hell is he throwing it back on you so well. y'all are absolutely soaked in sweat from all the dancing you guys do.

bundus b. ♬.ᐟ : 2/10 | "mm, none of that now, hon, unless you wanna get bent over my knee for being a tease…"

like zodyl, he's not in clubs, he's more of a comfy bar kind of man. and honestly, none of the bars he's going to are playing music you can . so, it's at home you play your own music in the kitchen, backing up against him and shaking your ass against his front in a playful manner. but he's fast, hand around your neck, tilting your head back to look up at him while his bionic arm is gripping your hip tight so you can't move. he's not going to let you think you can just rub up against him like that and expect him to pretend like it's just you dancing. he's an ass man, there's no way he's letting you get away with that. catching ass? never heard of it, take your clothes off.

goka n. ♬.ᐟ : 0/10 | "i…w-what…what the hell is wrong with you? god, don't move like that!"

even worse than follo, he's truly just gone. he doesn't even know how he got here, dragged out to the club by you because, well, he loves you and wanted you to have a night out with your friends. so when you start literally grinding against his crotch, he's stuttering out your name, not knowing what to do with his hands, his body, anything, he's so broken. it's not even halfway through the song that he's wrapping his arms around you to get you standing straight up, face burning and eyes wide as he struggles to get the words out. all you know is you'll have to try to come clubbing again, and save any twerking on him for the end of the night so he's not tugging you out the club to go home and change his pants. poor thing.

Imagine buying aphrodisiac candy/chocolates and  stupidly leaving them on your dresser in your room. Follo comes into your room to look for you and spots the chocolate. He's completely oblivious to the fact its special chocolate, so innocently he eats one—they have an interesting yet smooth, delicious taste, and only one turns into 4 or 5.

Of course just after 30-ish minutes he's burning hot, the skin of his neck and cheeks flushes a humiliating shade. For a moment he thinks he's dying, he's feverish, dizzy and undeniably... horny? He's padding across the hall, steps heavy as he finds his way back to your room in hopes you're there. Which thank god you are.

You immediately look up as the door opens and then clicks shut, your eyes zeroing in on Follo who looks like a complete mess. His face is red, he's shaking and it freaks you out for a moment. "Follo? Are you sick?" You ask tentatively, sitting up at the sight of him looking so weary. "I-I dunno.." He speaks, his tone almost whiny. He points to the half eaten chocolates on your dresser and lets out a shaky breath. "I ate some of those and now I feel funny... whats in them?" He thinks he's laced himself with something—which isn't completely wrong.

Your eyes widen and you slap a hand over your mouth, damn near bursting out laughing. "Follo, how many did you eat?" He starts to panic more and walks closer to you. "Like... 5? Am I dying?" Your eyes widen, you're really only supposed to eat one. "Follo, baby... those are aphrodisiacs." You giggle, beckoning him closer. If his face couldn't get anymore red, he was nuclear now. Frozen in place as his heart pounds in his chest—no wonder he's aching all over. His eyes were completely blown out, pupils practically as big as the golden irises of his eyes.

Anyone else would have thought he was absolutely high off his ass. Then he begins to move again, like his legs have a mind of their own. He finds himself on his knees, face burried against your stomach like he's desperately trying to will away the feeling, and save his already broken dignity. "I didn't know." He whimpers, arms curling around your waist.

You try your best not to laugh at him, knowing how all that must make his body feel. Simply one chocolate is meant to make your libido sky rocket, imagine how five must feel. You can feel him shaking, skin burning as you place your hand against the back of his neck in a comforting manner. He finally looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, lips parted and breaths shaky. "Please help." He pleas quietly, grabbing at your hips.

His face says it all, he just wants you. No... he doesn't want he needs you, and he's not above begging and crying right now. "Please, I need you. Please, please..." He begins to climb onto the bed to be on top of you, pinning your back to the mattress. He's completely debauched and it might just be the hottest you've ever seen him. His fingers dig into your hips as he slides himself between your thighs, pressing himself right against you. "Tell me I can have you, I'm begging." He whimpers again.

He doesn't know what he'd do if you said no, he'd probably go insane. "Tell me you need me too." You look up at him, eyes wide once again. You've never seen him this way before—completely red and needy like he'd die if he couldn't feel you. It was almost hypnotizing, of course you couldn't stop him, you didn't want too. "I need you too."

Those words made him snap, he lowered his head immediately and pushed his lips against yours swiftly. There was a faint taste of chocolate on his tongue, his mouth desperately moving against yours. It was sloppy and unrhythmic, all tongue and teeth, just like how he felt on the inside—his heart skipping beats and legs feeling wobbly. And oh god, his cock was throbbing beneath the fabric of his pants—it was growing oh-so sensitive and nearly painful. His hips started to twitch against yours before grinding down mindlessly.

Once he started he couldn't stop humping your clothed cunt. Breaking his lips from yours he moans softly, holding onto your hips tightly for leverage as he ruts his against you. You let out a soft, surprised gasp as his hips rutted against yours wildly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer as your hips bucked slightly to meet his. With every thrust forward, the bulge in his pants caught on your covered clit just right. You were getting wet, a soaked patch seeped through onto your shorts.

He was so close already, about to cum in his pants like a desperate idiot just from humping you like a damn dog. His face was turning a darker shade of red from embarrassment, but he was too lost in you already to care about shame. "Hnnn!" He whimpered, blowing his load almost immediately—hips stuttering to a slow stop.

"Did you just...?" You mumbled, not judging but surprised and a little more turned on. He nodded with a low whine and began to pull on your shorts, because he definitely wasn't done. He was still hard and driven by unadulterated desire. "Need to be in you." He growled quietly, a sudden change from being so whiny and needy just a few seconds ago. "Please lift your hips..." You obeyed quietly so he could shove down your shorts and panties, tossing them carelessly to the side.

Oh fuck, you were so wet and pretty for him. He was completely lost in the sight of you, losing his damn mind as his heart pounded in his ears. He began fumbling with the button on his pants and shoving them down along with his cum-stained boxers. His cock springs up, twitching on its own. The tip an angry red, leaking enough precum that it drips down his length. He whimpers as the cool air hits the sensitive tip, he's barely able to hold back from slamming his cock all in at once. "Mmf—sh-shit, baby. Please...please tell me I can be inside you." He begs his tone turing into a low, needy whine all over again like he just can't help himself. Which, he really can't help himself. Your eyes meet his glazed over ones, pupils swallowing up his irises. He's nearly unrecognizable like this, just driven by carnal desire, he's completely libidinous.

You nod slowly, your hand cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. He whimpers and pushes his hips forward, his free hand wrapping around the base to guide himself toward your slick entrance. His tip nudges your hole, pushing in deeply as soon as he made contact. He drops his head against your collarbone, moaning and whimpering while his hips rut against yours once again. You gasp at the intrusion of him bottoming out immediately, your arms wrap around him, hands running along the ridges of his spine. His thrusts don't start out slow or gentle like they usually do, no, he immediately begins to pound your poor pussy with zero warning. His breaths come out heavy and shaky, thrusts are sloppy and rough and he's whimpering against your collarbone. He bites at your skin to muffle his whines, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard of the bed clash against the wall with every thrust.

Your moans fill up the room, high-pitched and louder than his incessant whimpers against your collarbone.

"F-fuck, baby." He whimpers against your sweat-slicked skin. His hips stutter, cock grinding inside, the tip hitting your g-spot just right to make you gasp.

"Follo...r-right there, please..."

He loses it at the sound of your voice, so needy and sensual all for him. "You're gonna kill me, b-baby..." He moans slamming into your harder than before.

The rickety mattress squeaks in protest beneath the both of you, headboard clashing with the wall and probably leaving cracks in the paint from how hard he's fucking you.

His hands leave your hips only to grab the back of your knees and fold you into a mean mating press, knees squishing against your tits through the fabric of your shirt. You honestly didn't even know you could bend like this—maybe Follo should take aphrodisiacs more often.

The way he's fucking you now is completely different than the usual way he makes love to you. Usually it's gentle, and slow, tender kisses and much less chaotic like he'd die without being plunged in your pussy.

He swears he's so close already, cock throbbing deep inside you. Oh, he's so embarrassed beneath all that pussydrunk desire. He's about to cum again so damn easily...

"O-oh fuck!" He whines, biting and sucking on your collarbone—leaving a wet, red hickey against your glistening skin.

The sight of his mark on you only pushes him closer to the edge, his hips stuttering and grinding deeper inside you. The feeling of his cock grinding against your g-spot semt you closer to the edge as well, legs quivering beneath his touch.

"F-follo, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, back bowing and head tilting back as a white heat pooled in the pit of your stomach.

He panted and lifted his head to look into your glossy eyes—a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. His forehead drops against yours, making the situation more intense than before. His eyes never leave yours even as he slams his hips forward again.

Thats all it takes before you're both cumming, your walls spasm around his leaking cock. Your senses heighten, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body. Cum spurts in thick, silky globs from his tip, painting your walls white. Both of you pause, gasping for air after cumming so hard.

He looks down at you in awe, cupping your cheeks between his sweaty palms—gently swiping the tears away from your eyes. He closes his eyes and pushes his lips against yours. His kiss is deep a little sloppy from being out of breath.

After a few moments of afterglow, Follo begings to harden inside you again. The aphrodisiacs still have a chokehold over him, libido higher than ever. It wouldn't he surprising if he can last hours on end before even shooting blanks.

The kiss deepens and his hips slowly begin to grind against yours again with his twitching cock still burried deep inside your cunt.

You whimper against his lips at the sensation. You were still oh-so sensitive from cumming and he's already starting to hump your poor, used pussy like a dog again.

He swallows every little whimper and moan that leaves your lips before rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him to straddle his hips.

Boths of his hands grab your ass as he pulls back from the kiss, lifting you on his cock and lowering you again. "Please, baby..." He whispers softly in a breathy tone. "Please ride me."

You sit up on his lap, hands pressed against his chest for leverage. His breathy, needy tone turns you on again. Your hips move subconsciously—back and forth, up and down and in sensual circles that make you both whimper.

His hands stay on your ass as you bounce on his cock and he whispers gentle praises to you. "Hng-! Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart. Just like that, ride me just like that." He praises, bucking his hips to meet every drop and rock of your hips. You pick up the pace, hips moving more rapidly against his.

He lets out a choked moan, gripping your ass harder. "Y-yeah, baby just like that. Ride m-my cock like it's yours. I-it's yours baby..." He moans, words practically incoherent as he watches your pussy swallow up his cock.

Your skin began to burn and tingle beneath his palms from how hard he was gripping your ass. His nails left crescent moons in your skin, desperately trying to ground himself yet failing miserably. "Mmfuck! H-hah—it's yours...it's yours. Take it baby, it's all yours."

The sound of him being so needy and pussydrunk makes you wetter, walls fluttering around him as your nails began to lightly dig into the fabric of his shirt that was still unfortunately on. Your hands slid down his chest slowly before pushing up the hem of his shirt. You watch his stomach tense up everytime your hips lower on him, and also notice the sticky mess on his pelvis from where your slick drips onto him.

"Mm, y-you're making such a big m-mess." He says, watching your clit rub against his pelvis as you circle your hips. He listens to your moans for a moment before lifting one of his hands and placing it between you two. His thumb presses against your clit, and rubs soft circles.

Your hips buck, moans leaving your lips as he starts stimulating your clit while you ride him. "H-hnn! Don't stop." You plea, hips desperately chasing your own sweet release.

You swear you begin to see stars as that same white heat builds up in the pit of your stomach.

Follo notices immediately and whimpers at the feeling of you clenching around his cock. "Cum for me, please...p-please baby. Wanna feel you cum on my cock again." He moans as he furiously rubs your clit, feeling the little bud twitch and throb beneath his thumb.

"...'M g-gonna cum... 'm cumming!" Your jaw slacked as you leaned into him, walls spasming around his cock. You soaked his pelvis with slick and squirt.

Follo groaned at the sight and the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him. His arms wrap around you, bringing you closer to continue thrusting up into you, guiding you through your orgasm while simultaneously chasing his own high again.

His arms are around your waist as his cock pounds into your cunt, making you cry out in overstimulation. "Fuck, F-follo!"

His eyes practically roll back as you clench harder around him, whimpers escaping his lips with every sloppy thrust. "I'm sorry, baby.. sorry, s-sorry." He whines as his hips move harder and faster. He really can't help himself, your pussy is just so addicting and his mind is foggy from the still rampant affects of the chocolate. "Need it so bad... 's so good."

He's desperately trying to reach his high to give your poor pussy a break. Tears roll down your cheeks from overstimulation and your face is burried against his neck.

Just a few more thrusts, he thinks, the plap, plap, plap sound fills the room. And with one final thrust he cums burried deep inside. His cum coats your walls once again as hs slows his thrusts. His eyes open, panting heavily into the air—arms relaxing around you finally.

Your body goes lax against him, hoping he isn't still feeling the affects of the aphrodisiac. Which, he is of course. You whine, feeling him harden inside you again after a few minutes. You lift you head to look at him, brows furround pathetically. His cheeks are flushed pink and he smiles sheepishly now. "H-hah... sorry, baby. Just one more, please?"

And goddamn, you couldn't say no to that face even if you wanted too.

———

The morning after, you both woke up in a sweaty, naked mess. Follo behind you, spooning you and the blankets halfway off.

After a quick shower and getting dressed you walked out through the halls in HQ walking past Enjin who just seemed to be in a fit of giggles seeing the two of you.

Follo's cheeks flush immediately, knowing exactly why Enjin was cackling at you two. Neither of you were good at being quiet to say the least.

"Guess that means I won the bet." Enjin says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. His words confuse the both of you but you can only imagine what he was betting on...

"And also, invest in a hotel room." He adds, guffawing when you both turn nuclear.

Maybe the walls are a little too thin.

"Oh em gee fawn you actually posted it we love you so much!!!!" everyone shouts with cheerful joy

Anyway this is genuinely fart out of a butt im sorry, i hope u guys like it anyway

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.”