#my husband...

.𖥔 ݁ 🍯 suggestive! Like...its smut˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

You and Roach had been together for a while now, you felt giddy with him, something about what you two had reduced you to a blushing, giggling mess. You felt so high with how you two just fit, it flowed easy between you.

But you were still nervous. It wasn't something either of you cared much for, sex, irrelevant most of the time; you did tell him of your inexperience, but he just shrugged, never one to expect anything from you.

But you were restless! He had been on leave for a few weeks now, the longest time ever since you moved in together, and seeing him around the house had you feeling like some desperate mutt in heat.

You'd see him shirtless, lazying on the couch, and your eyes locked on the trail of auburn hair down his bellybutton. He'd come back from the gym and you'd swallow thickly, almost drooling at the sight of freckled skin glistening with sweat. And that's not to mention when he'd cook for you, skilled hands making delicious meals and soft eyes watching you eat with such tenderness you dreamed of returning the favor.

It wasn't until one night, where you two where watching a movie together and he casually manspread, drawing your eyes to his strong thighs that you snapped.

"I wanna suck you off!"

You whine, pouting, tears welling up on your eyes from frustration. Roach had startled, but was now looking at you with wide eyes, a light flush over his cheeks as he signed in question, asking why didn't you say anything before.

"I don't know how..and I'm scared of doing it wrong"

You admit, glancing at him, feeling a bit dumb. But he just nods, gently pulling your chin up so you'd look at him as he signs, he'll teach you, don't you worry. You frown and pout, thinking of how would he tell you what to do, not sure if he'd be able to sign to you while you were busy.

You don't keep on that train of thought as he signs for you to watch, and pulls your hand to him. Eyes on you as he pulls your wrist, moving your fingers so you were only holding up two, and then eagerly sucking them in his mouth.

It caught you by surprise, you gasped as you felt his tongue flat against your digits, only for it to swirl around them, careful to not touch them with his teeth. It made you face heat, said warmth spreading downwards. The image of your boyfriend sucking your fingers so expertly had you wondering how many types he sucked cock, and that image had you squirming in your seat imagining him on his knees.

He pulled back with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your fingers to his peeking tongue as he smirks, raising an eyebrow and signing, got it?

You nod and slowly move to the ground between his spread legs. He puts a throw pillow under your knees, hand cupping your cheek as you lean closer between his legs; he can't help the way his breath hitches at the sight, swallowing thickly as you reach for his sweats.

He was almost embarrassed by how hard he was, red and leaking, but he couldn't really focus on how heated his face felt when you wrapped a hand around him, squeezing just like he taught you to a few months ago, you pump a few times, watching how his jaw clenches. It's a heady feeling, to watch the little tells of how you affect him.

You start slow, kitten licks, watching him as you take your time getting used to the taste of it, you almost grin at him shuddering when you lick and kiss at the tip. You giggle and watch him as his hand rests on the back of your head.

When you do part your lips and slowly ease him in your mouth, you don't take him all the way at first. He's humming and nodding, singing praises when he can manage. He let's out a heavy sigh when you tentatively bob your head.

You know it's sloppy, probably not even good, but you feel so warm all over with the way he's looking at you. You squirm in place as you try to push a few more inches, spurred on by his broken groan, pupils so blown wide you can barely see the green hazel irises.

You admire his self control, he doesn't thrust into your mouth nor push your head the whole time. Trembling with the effort of letting you do it at your own place. Whining pathetically when you accidentally edge him again the third time you pull back to rest your aching jaw.

Please, he signs, too dizzy in it to think of anything else, please, don't stop.

You watch with a type of awe at the sight of his flushed skin, needy expression and plush bottom lip from how much he's been biting it. You know you won't handle more with how much you jaw aches, so you make a show of kissing his tip and pumping your hand the way he taught you.

It's a beautiful sight; sun filtering in, warm against his skin, chest shaking with his heavy breaths, eyes locked on you despite his head thrown back, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly, trying his best to not be too rough and squeeze your hair as you look so pretty on your knees like that and—

You're startled when he cums, pulling back instinctively, making it coat your face. It makes you scrunch up your nose at the feeling, and Roach can't help but groan. Both at the sight of his cum on your face, and from amusement at how adorable you look.

He moves down, holding your jaw as he licks a stripe up your cheek, tasting himself on your skin; and then it's your turn to groan at home filthy he is — bastard.

See? You're already incredible at it.

Had to order the new pins bc my printer is still a bitch, so no pin of his new art😿 soon, tho..