#deersink

he just can’t get enough of your pretty face.

the way your eyebrows knit together as he hits that spot that’s oh so deep. the way you try to watch as he fucks you, until his fingers guide your chin back up, making sure you keep eye contact.

though, he’s quite the hypocrite. he keeps stealing glances at your tits, fighting the urge to mouth at them, knowing it would make him cum on the spot.

instead, he presses his face into your neck, his grunts and moans now more audible against your skin. his fingers dig into your hips, clenching and unclenching. his moans turn whiny, his pace uncontrolled.

when you clench around him, he actually whimpers. for a relatively dominant man, he becomes quite submissive when deep inside you. he lifts his head up, watching your face as he fucks you.

“baby, just like that.. i got you…” he mutters as his hand traces down your belly and to your clit. he’s entirely focused on your pleasure, even though he’s moments away from his orgasm.

you can feel the already overwhelming knot in your stomach tighten even more. you let out a borderline pornographic moan, eyes practically rolling back as you orgasm.

dick couldn’t hold it in, not after seeing your blissed out face. he clings to you tightly as his hot cum paints your walls, moaning the whole time.

february 13th. the day before valentines, yet jason had still not asked you to be his valentine. it seemed like he had forgot.

the same man who opens every door for you and carries you when your feet hurt.

when he would ask what was wrong, you’d just say nothing. how could you say “im sad that you haven’t asked to be my valentine,” when he’s literally your boyfriend.

the dreaded day finally rolls around. february 14th.

you sit on the couch in your apartment, staring at the wall, thinking. you hear a single chime from your doorbell. a person at your door when you’re sulking. perfect.

you’re about to tell the person to go away, but when you fully open the door, your expression immediately changes.

jason is standing there, a nervous smile painted on his face and blush down his neck.

he’s holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers with baby’s breath scattered throughout. it’s wrapped with a neat pink bow. in his other hand, he’s holding your favorite candy and a letter.

“happy valentine’s day, sweetheart.” he says almost shyly, holding out the bouquet to you.

“i thought you forgot!” you hug him tightly. he mostly hugs you back, thought it’s a bit difficult with everything in his hands.

“you’re gonna crush your flowers,” he chuckles and looks down at your smiling face.

“i thought you forgot.” you repeat, only this time your face is smushed into his chest.

“of course not, i just wanted to surprise you.”

you back away from the hug, just enough to take the bouquet and other items.