#candy bars

he grinned like a idiot. in his eyes you were his pretty little model that looked good in everything he made, even the worst of his designs. you made all his screw-ups feel like masterpieces just by gracing them with your presence.

before you knew it, you felt his thumb brush against the small wet spot on your panties that formed under his intense stares. he traced over it deliberately, as if he was admiring your reactions. like he needed to see you squirm, needed to hear you and needed to reward you for how you made his messy ideas look like art. 

everything else became hazy as he did so.

whimpers released from your lips as you watched the smug grin on his lips from under your eyelashes.

with his other hand, he tugged at the base of the jacket as if solidifying the reality that it was his. that the material was his and the creation. and that you were his. 

“swear i hated this piece of shit.” 

with a slow, steady drag of his thumb over your clothed clit, he breathed, “but look at you in it...” a whine escaped you as his thumb started to get more comfortable with its movements against you. 

he pulled up the bottom of the jacket to see the pudge of your stomach he loved so much, continuing his assault on your clit, bringing his head down to add a kiss to the chub, making you suck in a breath. 

“august,” you moaned, raking your hands through the inches of his platinum blonde hair. he kneeled before you at the sound of his name parting your lips, leaving his chair rolling away as he drew you closer to his mouth by your thighs. his thumbs probed your panties down to your knees, watching as they fell the rest of the way. 

his face leaned in again, this time pressing a small kiss against your wetness, inhaling deeply as he dragged his lips down to your entrance, taking in the scent of your need. his tongue entered you, flicking inside you without remorse, earning a staggered breath from you. his eyes flickered up at you, watching your eyes flutter to the back of your head, your knees wobbling like a little fawn in front of him. one hand held you firmer, stilling your movements as his thumb reached over and added circles to stimulate your dripping cunt.

you gasped, pressing your body against him instinctively while clawing at his shoulders, overstimulated by the pleasure he brought you. 

“s’too much, aug—” a hiccup escaped your mouth mid sentence making him chuckle.

his tongue moved inside you as he gave a shake of his head, clearly enjoying your trembles and blabbers as your eyes closed shut and your body tensed.

“oh fuck…” you whined, feeling as his lips turned up into a smile against you.