#request smut

Your hand raised slightly; fingers pressing lightly into his skin, trying to hold his jaw but they moved constantly; shifting from beneath his chin, the joint of his jaw, and down to the side where you could feel the muscles in his neck shift beneath the pressure of your fingertips. "Hmm, you're so fuckin' perfect." Bobby pulled back hesitantly, leaving your lips coated in saliva and swollen from his attention. You were panting beneath him, chest heaving with every breath as if he had been stealing them. He looked down at you, staring at your mouth with feverish intent. "Such a pretty thing," he murmured, swiping his thumb against your bottom lip and smudging the excess of spit carelessly. "So fuckin' messy." And then he was dipping back towards your mouth for one last peck, enveloping the soft vibrations as you hummed contently against his affections.

Bobby pulled back again, shifting on his elbows that allowed him to hover above you; the mattress dipping beneath his weight. His hand untangled from your own, leaving them slack against the pillow, and instead nudges the nimble structure of his fingers into crawling against your own. "Listen, what do you wanna do…" he paused for a moment, looking between the flushed position of your bodies with a slight furrow as if he was thinking about his next action carefully. "Um… fuck, Jesus. Can you- just help me with your belt." When he moved to sit up, you followed him, leaning on your hands for stability. "I mean, stay down, see-" he pushed you back down, ignoring the burst of laughter from his eager fumbling with your belt. "Let's just- see um, it's fine. I've got it." Your belt clinked and then split apart, allowing him access to the button and zipper. He looked back up for just a moment with a smile, his top teeth protruding just slightly; enough that you felt tempted to press the pad of your thumb against canine and premolars.

You couldn't hold back the delighted expression; a familiar tugging sensation at the corner of your mouth. "Uh huh?" you pressed your tongue against your premolars, an attempt to smother the amused twist by occupying your mouth with something else.

"Are you gonna lift up for me?" the question fell softly, but already Bobby had curled his fingers beneath the waistband of your jeans and dragged until the material had slipped past the plush curve of your asscheeks. "Good girl." He paused his eager advancements, realising he was now partially an obstacle to his actions. Shifting back on his knees, he shoved your legs into bending at the knee and then he was pulling your jeans and cotton thong off the rest of the way.

They were thrown somewhere over the edge of the bed to crumble up into a pile against the soft carpet; another thing that was cluttering the bedroom floor. Your hips settle once again upon the mattress. Some part of you was aware of the drastic vulnerability that he had pulled you into. You couldn't feel it. Couldn't even fathom that distinct fact being important when Bobby had shifted between your thighs, laying down on his stomach and resting his chin upon your pelvis. He stared up at you with an anticipated grin. "You're such a pretty boy," you murmured. He pressed an open mouthed kiss against your hip with a pleased grin, trailing across your skin slowly.

You watched with half-lidded eyes, head tilting forward slightly as your breath grew shallow with every careful scrape of his teeth against your soft skin, taunting you with the promise of his mouth. His thumbs were kneading into the soft skin beneath the crook of your knees, gentle coaxing motions that had your limbs feeling especially lethagric as they fell slack on either side. "C'mere… fuck. i want you to- Jesus, move your hips up."

"Fucking hell, alright," you laughed as he curled his fingers under the plush curve of your ass, coaxing your hips up slightly.

Bobby slung one arm around your thighs, restraining your movement as his forearm presses against your upper thighs and then dragged you down the mattress a couple inches. With the other he slowly gathered the beginning of your juices upon the gentle pads of his fingers, soaking them in the action of caressing your clit with his index and middle finger before using them to spread your folds apart. There was no announcement, no soft words to inform you of his next action. There was just the lewd pressure of his tongue pressing flush against your cunt, licking up in one fluid motion that had all the cruel precision of stealing your sense of stability. "F-fuck-" your whine dipped beneath the surface, catching in your throat as your hips moved without permission, seeking the slight curl at the tip of his tongue that collected your slick. You reached behind your head and allowed your knuckles to strain under the pressure of clenching the lifeless pillow, fingernails digging into the fabric. "B-Bobby- fuck."

"Yeah?" Bobby murmured, barely listening to your pleasure addled whining, pulling back slightly to throw one of your thighs over his shoulder. He almost laughed when he saw the expression on your face; eyes closed and mouth slightly parted. And he was pressing his tongue upon you again. His tongue dragged heavily, slowly coaxing every soft sound from your mouth with his gentle stroking. "Litt-" you inhaled slightly, barely a breath to fill your lungs. "Little to the left."

Bobby was fighting the urge to smile when your hips had begun to grind in slow shifting motions. "T-there," you nodded feverishly, back arching softly as you welcomed the soft pleasure he was providing so kindly. "Please," the whining sound was embarrassing, but it has him feverishly lapping at your slit with unveiled excitement to taste every lick of arousal that he could capture. He hadn't started to on purpose, it was an absentminded thing that caught him unawares until his lower abdomen tensed during a particularly delicious grind of his bulge against the rough texture of his jeans as he widened his knees and pressed down on the dishevelled bedding. If he was less disciplined in the usual acts that unfolded on the bed, he would have shoved a hand beneath his belt to grasp the twitching length of his cock in hope of some relief. Instead, he pressed further into you, dipping lower to swirl the tip of his tongue against the soft fluttering of your cunt.

You gasped sharply, eyes squeezing shut with the throes of pleasure that seeped into your head. "F-Fuck, fuck, fuck." You babbled weakly as your thighs squirmed under his hold, nuzzling into your bicep after throwing one arm over your face, as he prodded mercilessly. Every helpless clench was useless. Your body shivered at the teasing pressure that barely entered more than an inch. It was torture. Your mind was shoved into that little corner that could only manage to trail along the desperate desire to feel the pressure of his cock stretching your cunt pleasantly.

You grumbled when he pulled away, stealing that edge of pleasure. Preventing that lovely edge. "Look at you, so needy for attention. So fuckin' pretty. So sweet." He tightened his hold upon your thighs, holding them still as your hips attempted to rise up with desperation. He kissed your inner thigh, a smear of your slick left behind, and he dragged his fingers through the sopping folds, then, while admiring how you were dripping down to his knuckles, he decided to move his fingers from side to side in an erratic motion that stripped you down into pleasure filled intoxication. He was wearing you thin. Every tentative, open mouthed kiss upon your thighs had your limbs begging to squirm. "Bobby-" you mewled, shuddering violently, reaching down to grasp his wrist when he pinched your clit teasingly.

"Shhh, I've got you," he promised, kissing your clit softly as if to apologise for the harsh treatment. His hips shifted against the mattress again, searching for friction while his fingers coated in your juices. It felt impossible to focus on both things, his cock leaking a patch of pre-cum into the denim of his jeans. "Fuck, Jesus, this is..." he presses against your welcoming cunt until you enveloped his index and middle finger in one fluid movement. Your legs jolted on his shoulders at the sudden intrusion, biting on your tongue until a metalic tang began to form.

He angled his fingers in an upward direction before curling them with careful adjustment that allowed the pads of his fingers to press against the soft, spongy area inside. "There we go. That's it, isn't it?" he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly back and forth with knowing precision

Hand twisted into the soft fabric of your t-shirt, you tugged it up enough that your breasts were revealed. You wanted it off. It was too hot. It was too. It was. It was too much. Your head tilted back with a shudder, hips pushing down eagerly to grind into his hand. "Stay still, baby." He dragged his fingers slowly, curling against your walls, and pushed them back in until your brows furrowed, breath hitching softly and thighs trembling like static. "That's it. Stay still. Doin' so well. Hmm?" Bobby's breath was warm against your inner thigh, the lewd presence of his teeth a delicate display of nipping that would inspire blotches. His mouth moved further up, returning to your cunt where he could lap at your folds with eager flicks.

Gradually, he had polluted what scraps of sanity were stuck beneath a passive resistance. It was bone deep, becoming an aching cavity in your lower abdomen as he savours the excess of juices with a slight curl of his tongue dragging between your folds. The warm slick that he had coaxed out of your cunt had become a banquet sweeter than honeydew. His knuckles pressed against your cunt with every jolting thrust of his fingers that sought out the soft, spongy spot inside with exhilarating dedication. Your juices were dripping down to his wrist. The sound of it had become obscene, crowding the cluttered apartment with the squelch of his fingers stuffing your cunt repeatedly without restraint. Part of you was sure he would pull away and lick it up as if you were some kind of melting desert that couldn't be allowed to drip. But he didn't. Bobby devoured what was laid in front of him, lapping at your pussy with undignified delight. His name was repeated endlessly, settling familiarly within your mouth. And you knew the softness of every letter would haunt your moments without him.

You were losing self-control, inch by tentative inch it was being stolen out from under your feet. His mouth clung to your clit, sucking heavily as his tongue flicked and then laid flat against it to drag through your folds. "C'mon, baby," he murmured, moving a little higher where he found that spot that had your legs collapsing against his shoulder, your cunt clenching tightly around his fingers. The faint fluttering of your walls were grasping at him to provide some relief from the relentless drag of his fingers fucking into you. "Hmm- fuck- fuck- I can't," you whimpered, back arching when he crooked his fingers a little more and his other hand pressed down firmly on your naval. It swallows you wholly, barreling through gravity and taking over your mind like some parasitic retelling that had your body overflowing with a swirling, white ecstasy. It felt fragile. An overwhelming thing that split the seams open inside your belly and threw your silent sedation into a lewd display of convulsions, trembling thighs and a mouth that opened slightly to gasp fretfully at filling your lungs.

"Pretty thing, aren't you? Fuckin' dripping all over my fingers." Your thighs trembled violently, clenching around his wrist as he crawled up your body and captured your mouth in a open-mouthed display of affection; swallowing every hitching whimper that crawled up your throat with a satisfied chuckle. "There you go. There. That's it," he coaxed as his thumb swivelled upon your throbbing clit and his fingers ground against your walls softly, guiding you through it while idly thinking about the bulge in his trousers as he licked into your mouth with lewd intention, leaving behind the taste of your cunt that he had so diligently cared for. It was smeared across his mouth, a sweet gleam across his chin. "Good girl," Bobby murmured, your mouth barely touching his own as your breath mingled, his tone twisted in a mockingly lyrical tilt as he grinned with triumph. "You did so fuckin' good."

"I wasn't going to," Bob murmured, tugging the top you were wearing with quiet eagerness, freeing your breasts from their confines as the material bunched up between your chin and his bicep, tucking it there. "C'mere," he urged while wrapping his other arm around your waist to drag you closer against him.

As unintentional as you knew it was, he was practically pinning you against him. It wasn't like it was undesired. You slouched into his hold, knees pulled up a little while watching the screen on the opposite wall. He stared at you with fondness, moving his hand from your chest and tucking some hair back from your face before stroking the curve of your cheekbone. You were all soft, and skin flushed warm. The sort of thing he wanted to wake up to everyday. He wondered if this is what people meant when they spoke of 'domestic bliss' because this, right here, became the definition in his head. "Hey, sweetheart," his lips were pressed against your temple, a soft peck to express his affection. "Can I…" Bob whispered softly, hesitance in his tone as his thumb continued stroking your cheek and grinning when you leaned into his touch, letting out a soft humming noise and clasped your fingers around his wrist loosely.

"Hm?" you tilted your head back a little to look up at him, seeing his slightly flustered expression and the way he moved his eyes to focus on his other hand and how it was kneading at your chest, fingers pressing into the underside of your breast while his thumb swiped back and forth over your nipple. You had started to fidget at some point during his groping, knees knocking together in a soft motion. "What did you say, baby?"

"I uh…" Bob trailed off again, annoyed by how nervous it made him, and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as if to prolong the inevitable. He breathed deeply, taking in the comforting smell of you; the natural smell of you that was just distinctly you, along with some perfume. He wanted to bathe in it. It reminded him of all the times he would bury his face into your pillow the moment you were out of the bedroom, seeking the lingering scent that clung to the fibres. "Wanna fuck your pussy," he spoke so softly, muffled into your neck as if you would swallow the words for him. "C'mon, you knew exactly what i was going to say," he complained, sighing so dramatically that it had you laughing softly. "I've been grabbing at your chest since the movie started."

"Maybe I did," you told him while smiling, feeling some achievement at making him so flustered. There was something about the way the words rolled off his tongue, how he seemed so desperate. "I like hearing you say it."

"Yeah?" Bob chuckled lightly at the idea of that. "If it means I can get in your pants, I will say it a hundred times." With some reluctance, he unwound his arms from around you and pulled away from his place behind you. "I want to fuck your pretty little pussy," he said each word firmly and with intention, the mattress dipping while he moved clumsily to sit in front of you. He moved his hand under the crook of your knee and guided it to rest on his hip, a slight furrow of his brows as he concentrated on finding a comfortable position. "Hold on," he murmured, leaning down to rest one arm on the pillow beside your head, while the other slipped over the elastic waistband of your panties, tugging the material before deciding to leave them.

You had laid back contently, watching him with an amused smile. "You're so cute," you whispered softly.

"Cute?" Bob huffed at your comment, his hand groped your inner thigh, shoving it aside before cupping your clothed pussy, his thumb finding nestled between your folds where it pushed and pulled across the cotton in a dragging motion. "M' not fucking cute."

You dragged in a deep inhale, barely pulling anything into your lungs while widening your thighs and welcoming the teasing touch. It felt so good. Your panties caught on your clit, the very fibres adding to the simulation. You arched a little beneath him and lifted one hand, slowly tucking the loose strands of hair behind his ear before stroking his face gently. His skin was warm, almost sickly warm, but perhaps more of a deep warmth that never left. Your thumb caressed the soft skin of his cheek, firmly reassuring him with every touch as your breath hitched in the back of your throat. He's so pretty, that was your only thought. Your other hand lifted up, now cradling his face as you coaxed him down and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. He melted into the affection, his forehead pressing against yours as he snorted at your choice. "You're so fucking adorable," he managed to whisper, and his voice cracked a little. "You know that?"

You swallowed at that, trying to coax more saliva in your mouth when it had run dry from the expression on his face, from the way his thumb was pressing down on your panties where a growing wetness had started to seep into the fabric. Fuck. You wanted more than that. Already you felt the instinct to shift your pelvis as the pressure on your clit increased. He kissed your cheek, overly firm and nothing more than a peck, but it made you smile. And then he pressed another, and another. Your head turned with the peppering of kisses against your cheek, starting to laugh but the sound was hoarse and it caused your throat to ache.

"You're such an asshole," he chuckled and sat up on his haunches, sighing and looking down for a moment as he focused on the short circular movements of his thumb against your clit, coaxing a squirm of your hips; shifting beneath his touch for more. Your laughter had submitted to a soft panting, interrupted only by the occasional hitch. His thumb was coated in your slick; the warm juices spreading on your panties. You had started to rotate with him, jerking your hips in a rolling motion as your breath caught in your throat from the friction of soaked cotton being rubbed against your clit.

"I'm trying to get into your pants an-and you're laughing at me." Bob takes the stimulation away. His thumb had dragged through the seam of your pussy while your abdomen tenses and a soft warmth spreads through your body, and he takes it away. The bastard. You frown at the loss. You open your mouth, about to berate him for being so cruel just as you were getting worked up. A heavy smack against your pussy causes you to jolt; almost sitting up as you pull your legs from draping over his hips to draw up in a position that prevented him from doing it again. It was so lewd and filled the air with a slick noise. "Bob!" Your face flushed at the sound lingering in your head.

He was grinning, that stupid lop-sided grin that always made him seem so innocent and sweet. "What?" he asked, shifting on his knees to get closer and rested his chin on your bruised knee. There he was wearing what he considered pyjamas; an oversized blue sweater and a pair of black sweatpants, You hated how soft he looked in that moment, as if he hadn't just spanked your cunt after edging you. He starred at you, down at you with those big doe eyes full of the sickening, consoling veil of affection. You narrowed your eyes at him, panting slightly while trying to appear unaffected by what he had done. His arms snaked around your legs, so slowly you didn't even notice until he lent back and his hands were grasped under the crook of your knees. He gave a quiet sound of protest when you resisted his guidance, mumbling a breathless "Don't." He dragged you towards him, softly squeezing your skin and positioning your knees either side of his waist again. "Come back. I want you close."

"I was close," you replied, still watching him with scepticism. There was a sigh waiting to be forced out, he was doing nothing. Nothing. He had dragged you a couple inches across the mattress and pulled your legs until they were hitched on his waist and he decides to stare down at you instead of resuming his earlier touches? It didn't look like he was even going to smack your pussy again. Sure, you may have overreacted a little by pulling away so quickly, but he had never done that before.. it didn't mean you didn't like it. He must be able to see how wet it had made you, your clit feeling swollen and desperate for another. He is being ridiculous. "Bob," you murmur his name, your feet shifting restlessly while waiting for him to do something, anything.

"Hm?" he tilted his head slightly, slouching on his haunches with his knees spread a little. You could see the obvious outline of his bulge beneath his sweatpants; the thick length laid over his thigh. You knew he was twitching beneath, little jerking twitches, and had no idea why he wasn't all over you already. He was almost squirming, hips pushing slightly to get some friction.

"C'mon, baby," you told him, trying to soften your voice as you felt him trace his fingers on your knees absentmindedly. "Please."

A harsh slap came down on your pussy again. You buck into it this time, whining softly as your legs spread open a little more without meaning to. It felt so good, that slight shock, a spark of pleasure at the warmth that was left behind from the smack. "Yeah? Are you going to keep them open?," he murmured, placing one hand between your thighs so it was grasping that space between cunt and thigh, and forced one leg further apart.

"Mhm," You nodded slightly, barely, and leaned on your elbow to push your upper half up to watch. He smacked your pussy again with the other, the audible sound of his hand coming down on wet fabric filled the room. A soft, half contained moan tumbled from your mouth. Bob was mesmerised by the sight; your sweet pussy had soaked the fabric completely, visibly drooling down your panties, and already dripping beneath his other hand as it held you open and still. "Shit," he whispered, so quietly he was sure it was a miracle he had even heard himself. His cock twitched violently, pre-cum spilling out the bulbous tip eagerly.

"Yeah… Okay, yeah," he was mumbling to himself, leaning over your chest, trailing open-mouthed kisses to the curve of your breast. His mouth eagerly sucked blooming marks into the soft underside, teeth grazing hesitantly before nibbling just until you inhaled sharply, and then dragging his tongue towards your nipple where it flicked over the bud. You were sure he was going to bite you, clamp his teeth over a chunk of your breast with how he was utterly ravishing them. He didnt, obviously. He mouthed lewdly at your chest, leaving blotches behind and trails of saliva, a string of it breaking when he lifted back up.

"Look at you," You laughed a little at his eagerness, smiling when his hands moved up your waist; stopping to squeeze at your breasts, stroking the bud of your nipple before pinching it softly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them and tugging. "You little shit," you frowned, smacking his hand away roughly. "That hurt."

"No it didn’t," his hand finally came up to cradle your face, grinning at your frown. He brought his mouth down, sucking on your bottom lip, gently tugging it before you chased the motion and whined softly into his mouth when his tongue licked inside. He was shifting between your legs; shoving his sweatpants down, just enough to pull himself out. There was a slight brush of his forearm against your inner thigh, the frantic tug of your panties being pulled aside before a nudge against your clit as his heavy length was slapped down on it.

Your breath hitched shallowly, still trying to kiss him with soft desperation; flicking your tongue against his. He huffed against your mouth, his weight coming down on top of you a little more as he melted into your body, as if trying to mould into you. It was almost as if he was pinning you down, though you knew that wasn't the intention. The heavy tapping against your swollen clit causes you to jolt, a shock of pleasure and eagerness at the teasing motion. It sounded so wet, so obscene, that you wanted to cover your ears.

His bulbous tip pressed snugly between your folds, collecting your juices and spreading it while murmuring something under his breath. He shifted slightly again. Then there was a slow stretch of his heavy, leaking tip. It was enough to cause you to inhale shallowly and tilt your pelvis for a more comfortable position. He moved his hips just a little, a stuttered push that forced his throbbing tip to slip inside where it was snugly clenched by your cunt.

“Shh,” you hushed him softly when he whined against his forearm, pressing his face further as if to hide how flushed his face had gotten. There was a faint pulsing against your slick walls as his cock twitched and leaked dribbles of pre-cum. He gripped your hand, fingers intertwined, and pressed it down against the pillow, the other on your hip steady as he pushed.

He was holding you down. Holding you still as he pushed and pushed in short cantering thrusts, not shoving in one swoop, but coaxing you open until his hips were nudging eagerly against your own the moment he bottomed out. For a moment, it was just that. It was you both together. Bob pressing against your pelvis so firmly you were sure there was nothing more to take of him, his cock enveloped in warm slick and quivering walls, and the familiar weight of his balls shoved against your ass. His hand on your hip as if you'd try to push away from the weight being buried into your pussy. The press of your lips against his temple while the only sound from him was a whimper, almost a shallow groan as he nuzzled his hips against your own in an attempt to get deeper.

His hand untangled from your own, almost too roughly as he moved it to grip one of your thighs to hitch it higher on his waist. Your hand buried into the pillow beneath, fingers clawing into the fabric. "Fucking hell," you huffed at the weight of him buried inside, laid heavy and jerking obscenely against your fluttering walls. For a brief moment you thought he was going to spill inside before it even began, it had happened before, all boyish and throwing his weight around before rutting with a broken moan as his cum leaked out in thick strands. "Don't you dare finish."

"Fuck off," You felt him move, shifting and sitting up between your legs, kneeling with your thighs over his own, arms wrapped around you under the bend of your knees before lifting your hips up into the air. As he repositioned himself, you felt another shiver wracked through your body. Your skin felt hot all over, like you were burning up with a fever, and your fingers dug into his wrists while arching into his touch. "That was one time." His cock twitched against your gummy walls, clenching around him desperately, and before you could make some remark, his hips rolled once more, short and stuttered as he bottomed out with a wet squelch. He moved again, dragging out slowly, and shoving back into your sopping cunt. "Just stay still." He was looked down, watching the lewd way your warm slick clung to his cock, glistening and dripping onto the mattress below.

You were sure there would be some soreness on your inner thighs tomorrow from the way he was knocking his hips forward to get deeper. Every thrust is sudden, a heavy jolt against your pelvis, your breasts bouncing obscenely as he frantically fucks into your slick pussy. It felt like a punch to the gut with every push of his leaking tip, nudging that spongy spot relentlessly while your thighs trembled around his waist. Your mind was going blank with each thrust, your thoughts being overpowered by white hot pleasure that warmed you inside. Your hands moved to grip his biceps in desperate fists, fingers almost drawing welts into his skin. "Hmph, Bob," you tried to gain his attention, panting heavier with each thrust that knocked a flutter into your lower stomach. Your hands found his back, searching and restless under his sweater, nails digging in against the heat that gathered on his skin as you tried to pull him even closer, craving that deep, almost overwhelming pleasure with every steady push of his hips.

"What?" He managed to ask between heavy breathes, almost collapsing on top of you while leaning over with his forearms resting either side of your head, sinking into the pillow as he rolled his hips. The up-curve of his cock providing just the right shape to nudge that spongy spot with annoying ease. "Are you good?"

"F-Fuck," you felt like crying, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as you whined pathetically. "Feels good." You brought your hand up to your mouth, the overly long sleeve of your top caught between your teeth as your other hand stayed beneath his sweater where it could drag welts into his skin. "Ah- ha. Y-yeah, 'm good." You were definitely not good. It was as if all the air had gotten sucked out of your lungs. Every fiber of your being was begging, your thighs were already starting to tremble.

He chuckled lightly against your mouth, his nose nudging against your own. His hands on the mattress shifted to grip your face, his thumbs pressing into the joints of your jaw until it was forced slack. No longer could you trap the soft sounds. An embarrassingly crude moan escaping, gasping his name until the sound ended with a sharp inhale as he struck the sensitive spot inside rather ruthlessly. “Hmm, just good? You look pretty damn happy, for just good.” Bob knows he's doing a good job, if the way he was bullying that spot until a white ring gathered around the base of him was any indication.

You stuttered on a breath at the way he gripped your jaw to hold still, keeping your face tilted up towards his. Your hips were twitching up in small, almost convulsing movements as your hands shifted on his wrists for better purchase. Your back arched up off the mattress as he fucked into you, mouth hanging open when he shifted one hand down between your bodied, moans falling continuously. "Ah, ah, ah," you whined out with each push and pull. "Fuck…" you squirmed under him, legs shifting either side of him as you fought against the swelling warmth in your abdomen. You had no control over the jerking motion of your hips rolling into pressure of his thumb on your clit, swiping back and forth over the sensitive nerve. You panted shallowly, focusing on the pull in your lower stomach, the drag of his heavy cock, the quick swiping of his thumb on your clit, your pussy clenching around him as you keened and shoved your face into the crook of his neck. Your face scrunched up in pleasure, eyes tightly shut as a static sound filled your head with a warmth that settled inside.

"Oh, you… came huh?" He chuckled a little at the realisation, finding irony in how you had brought up his early release and it was you that ended up tucked into his neck. "Good girl, hmm?" He kissed your temple, feeling a little cocky by how quickly you had cum. "You're my good girl, cumming so sweetly."

He didn't stop. He rutted into you, his gentle coaxing a muffled noise that grew a little louder with each frantic shove while you convulsed around him, his pubic bone grinding into your clit and only making the flood of slick soaking his cock smear across your thighs. You twitched and squirmed under him, overstimulated but stuck beneath his weight. Your eyes clenched tightly with each wave of forceful euphoria, clinging to him desperately. Every breath you took was loud in your head, a thundering noise, but it was nothing compared to the sound of his cock pounding in and out, filling the room obscenely.

"C'mon, just like that. You're doing so good." He tripped on a breath, a familiar gulping sound when he dragged his cock out and then pushed back in, nudging so deep inside that your legs fell limp. "You can take it a little longer, yeah? I know, I know, m' sorry," Bob murmured, sounding winded and more desperate than you had heard before. It was too much, you wanted to push him away. His hips jerked and snapped heavily into you, thumb rubbing against your inner thigh and spreading your open as his balls pulled taut, pumping in short thrusts. It felt like his head and heart were pounding at the same time. "Just let me- fuck, fuck fuck," he nestled his hips against your own, cock jolting as it spilled and coated your cunt. His weight had collapsed into you, arms shaking, and rolling his hips in soft jerking motions while emptying his load.

It took him a moment to come back to himself as you panted breathlessly against his neck. You clung to him with exhausted desperation, trembling with aftershocks and feeling the uncomfortable leaking that was unfortunately on the sheets now. You wanted a bath. A wet flannel would be perfectly fine too, but you knew he needed closeness after.

"Alright?" His voice was muffled, trying to comfort you with gentle motions of his hands stroking up and down your sides, but then his hands left your hips, resting on your trembling thighs instead. He leaned back on his haunches, face flushed, and let out a shaky sigh as he tried to regain his breath and collect himself. His fingers were shaking slightly. His eyes were glossy and his hair dishevelled, sticking to his forehead with sweat. "I know… I know," he murmured, trying to help you come down from your orgasm, though you could see the obvious pride in his eyes. "Shh, you're alright," Bob wiped away the tears that had escaped, his hands cupping your face delicately and kissing your forehead.

You laughed quietly, closed your eyes at the gentleness, heart still hammering and head a little lost somewhere in bliss. He brought you into his arms, welcoming the eager way you coiled into him as he chuckled. "You okay?"

"Hmm," you nodded slightly with a smile, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "Y-yeah. Fucking hell."

You were sure he was going to chuckle at your desperation. You thought he might make some crude comment on how easily you had gotten down on your knees for him, tongue out with saliva pooling on the surface. He didn't. Cameron slapped his cock down onto your tongue with a lewd, wet smack that had him swallowing thickly at the sight. His flushed tip was drooling with beads of pre-cum, resting on the base of your tongue that accepted the heavy weight. There was a heavy and warm drift with every panting breath from you. Cameron could've blown his load from the sight alone. He took in a shuddering breath, rubbing at your jaw carefully and staring as if mesmerised by it all. "So fucking pretty," he spoke so softly that it left you unsure if he was saying it to you or to himself.

Shifting on your knees that were bound to be decorated in watercolour bruises in the following days, you sat up a little higher for better control and movement. You wrapped your hand gently around the base of his cock, feeling a thick vein pulse beneath your touch, while closing your mouth around his flushed tip. You swirled your tongue against the seam to collect the salty beads. Giving him one long, slow pump while sucking softly on his tip, you pulled a shallow whimper from Cameron. You watched him. You couldn't look away. He already had the expression of someone wrecked by their own undoing; his mouth was parted slightly, breathing in soft bursts, his cheeks flushed, and head tipping forward with his eyes closed. He looked pathetic in the best way possible.

Softly, your hand shifted on the base of him, knocking against your lips with every drag towards yourself. There was a slight wetness against your palm where he had smeared his own spit to make it slick. It made it easier to stroke him. You ran your tongue across his tip to taste him one last time. Your grip was gentle, but still firm, and your mouth moved further to take him in while your tongue laid flat beneath the underside of his cock.

"That's it... Nice and gentle." His words sparked something in you, encouragement coaxing you to move both hands to grip the back of his thighs, digging into the dark denim. "Oh fuck, yeah? You're going to take it like that?" His thumb pressed harder and his fingers curled under your jaw for purchase, guiding you closer until your nose was pressed into the soft trail of hair above the base of him. Your mouth was stuffed with him, inhaling through your nose slowly while rolling in a forward motion until the drooling tip was nudging against the back of your throat with every thrust.

You kept staring up at him, analysing how his face scrunched up in pleasure every time there was a distinct attempt at swallowing the over-produced saliva in your mouth. It was drooling down your chin, escaping with every slow drag of your mouth. It ached. Your jaw felt like it was going to unhinge, especially when it started to feel less of a thing you were doing for him and more something he was using you for. He guided you back and forth, a rocking motion of frantic desire that had him choking on half-hearted moans. Pleasure was surfing through his every nerve, pooling at the base of his spine, his balls tensing with anticipation, and building at a dizzying speed. "Fuck. I'm gonna..." Cameron's voice broke off with a shallow inhale, his hand falling upon your shoulder and leaning as if it was the only thing holding him up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

You sat up a little higher, leaning up further as he stuttered with shallow inhales, eyes squeezing shut and roughly jolting your head back and forth to take him. He twitched against the roof of your mouth, flicking firmly as a thick liquid spurted from his tip towards the back of your throat. It was salty, not as disgusting as you had envisioned, and pooled down the back of your throat without any influence. He groaned, loud and fragile, and held you in place as he shot his load down the back of your throat in warm spurts. His hips jolted, uncontrolled while being stuck by pleasure.