Loser (Jschlatt smut)
Warning: smut, unprotected sex, blowjob, and overall filthy smut.
“Fucking aye,” Schlatt mumbles under his breath. You look up at him, his cock in one hand, smiling as you suck him off under his desk. Could the SDP guys hear him whimpering under his breath? You’re not sure, but that was the main objective.
Schlatt had stated he could keep an honest conversation while recording while you give him head. Easy enough? Wrong. He slaps his big hand over his face, trying not to be loud when he’s frothing from his mouth.
His other hand waves the mute button; it looks so tempting. But that would mean he lost. Schlatt doesn't like losing.
"Yeah, man, look, I gotta piss; give me a minute," Schlatt mumbles, hitting the mute button. You giggle at this. You had won.
You gag at as his tip hits the back of your throat. He leaves it there, soaking in the fact that he was in control of whatever you did right now.
He bucks his hips forward, gagging you on purpose with a smirk. God, he's so petty.
"Fuck, you're so annoying," he groans, pulling himself out of your mouth. You cough, and spit dribbles down your mouth. "All you're good for is sucking my cock; that's why I lost."
All you could do was look up, a small smile painting your face. He lets out a loud groan, flinging his head back as he jerks himself off in front of your face.
"Open your mouth," he demands, gripping you by the hair and making you look up at him. You do as he says. Soon after he starts fucking your mouth; you gag around him.
His cock is pounding into your mouth. He's whimpering with his head back. Tears are falling down your face, along with spit and the cum from his tip.
"God, dammit," he moans. You roll your eyes back as he uses your mouth. "Shit, shit! I'm fucking coming. Take it. Take this dick."
He lets out the prettiest cry ever as he reaches his peak. His head is thrown into the chair, his fist is in your hair, and his legs are spread as wide as they can.
"Fuuuuck" is the last word that left his mouth as he spilled his seed into your poor mouth. You swallow every bit because you're just happy to take whatever he'll give you.
As he rides out his high, his grip loosens on your hair, and he pulls you up. He wipes the cum from your lip and makes you suck it off his thumb.
"Thanks, sweetheart," Schlatt murmurs, his hand caressing your face.
"Anytime Jay," you smile and kiss his forehead, leaving the room
Even though he lost he wasn’t too mad about it.















