#slorp

Okay so obviously Dennis right? Dennis.

I feel like he'd be lowkey obsessed with you boobs/breasts/tits/etc.

Like every time you're cuddling, he'll lay his head on them like a pillow, or even mouth at them through your shirt.

But I think he'd be even worse during sex.

Imagine this, he's fucking you deep and slow, and he leans down and starts sucking on your nipples. And it's not gentle either, he's sucking them RAW.

It gets to the point where you're whining from the stimulation. "Den please" then he whines something about nothing coming out. Like logically he knows nothing will until you're pregnant, but he's just so desperate that it doesn't even matter.

And after you have kids, I don't know if it's just me but I think he'd do the same thing but be successful. Just suckling on your breasts until he gets the milk. I think he would find it comforting.

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You were on your knees. You didn’t remember how you had ended up here, your hands bracing themselves on Arthur’s thighs, your mouth hanging open as you drooled around his cock. 

He had dragged you into some alleyway in town, his eyes dark and hungry. 

“Get on your knees, darlin’.” He ordered. 

So you did as he said. 

Now, your eyes watered as he slowly pushed himself into your throat as far as he could, making you gag but not caring. His gloved hand was fisted in your hair, holding your head still, fucking your face as he pleased.

You didn’t feel the need to complain. 

If he weren’t so thick, you would have been able to take him all the way, press your nose against his pubic bone,and watch his jaw hang slack as you swallowed around him.

But he would settle for this, the feeling of your tongue swirling around him, his tip just grazing the back of your throat enough to force another glob of drool to fall from your lips.

You felt fucking pathetic. Disgusting as you looked up at him, the intoxicating smell of sweat and your saliva and his precome stuck in your nose. 

“Y’look good like this, y’know,” Arthur mumbled from above you, his eyes hazy, cheeks adorably red despite his dominant attitude. “I’m makin’ a mess of ya’.”

You moaned around his dick in response, blinking as you stared up at him. Your body burned with need, your cunt throbbing under your skirt, untouched and dripping. 

If someone walked by, they would surely see you both. It was obvious what you were doing, painfully so. It made your cheeks flush every time Arthur let out a groan, knowing that someone could hear you both and come looking. That they would find you, on your knees like a whore as Arthur pushed his cock further down your throat.

You whined as he tried to go further, knowing that it was simply impossible for him to fit. Part of you wished he would just take what he wanted, fuck your throat hard and relentlessly, but you knew he wouldn’t. 

“Christ…” He drew in a shaky breath as you swallowed, trying to prevent the drool from pooling in your mouth. You moved your tongue against him, his salty taste in the back of your throat. 

When you purposely started to swirl your tongue around him, you watched his head fall back, a low sigh escaping his throat. Your pussy fluttered at the sight, and you continued, feeling his hand tighten in your hair, his chest rising with each shallow breath he took. 

It was taking everything in him not to thrust as hard as he could into the back of your throat, and you could tell. 

You swallowed again, feeling spit drip down your chin. Slowly, you relaxed your throat, taking him even deeper. Arthur quickly looked down at you, a mix of slight shock and utter ecstasy painting his features. 

You wanted him to be proud of you for taking him so deep. 

Arthur began to slowly pull out and grind back in, his cock teasing your throat and stretching your lips wide as he went deeper. 

His hand moved your head to pull him onto his dick, fucking your face like you wanted him to. It felt good, to be used like this.

“S-so good for me…” He said absentmindedly under his breath, and you felt your stomach flutter with his praise. “Thatta girl.”

His cock twitched in your mouth, and he was soon throwing his head back once again as he let go, shooting his load down your throat and making you gag in the process. All you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears, his shaky breaths, and subdued grunts.

Lost in the moment, Arthur’s hips jerked, shoving himself deep before quickly pulling back, the taste of his spend thick and heavy on your tongue. 

Eventually, his hand loosened on your hair, and he looked down at you holding his now softening cock in your mouth. 

He ran his fingers through your hair, his breaths heavy, his eyes filled with a post-orgasmic haze. You figured you must have looked utterly insane, but he gazed down at you in awe nonetheless, brushing your hair from your face.

Slowly, he pulled himself from your mouth, bringing his hand down to wipe the spit from your chin. You were drenched, your lips numb and your eyes wet.

“So pretty,” Arthur said, a teasing lilt to his tone. You smiled softly, sniffling and clearing your throat.

“Shut up.” You replied, your voice hoarse as you chuckled, looking down to wipe your face with the back of your hand.

He chuckled, shucking himself back into his pants, his belt buckle jingling as he fastened it. 

You stood up, feeling how absolutely drenched you were under your skirt, the insides of your thighs slick. All you could feel was your heartbeat down there and you bit your lip, looking up at Arthur.

Arthur, still drunk off dopamine, grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, sighing into your mouth. You smiled into it, pulling away and earning a dissatisfied groan from the man. 

“Darlin…” He groaned, chasing your lips, but you teased him, drawing back.

You giggled, stepping to the side and pressing your back against the wall beside him, his hands wantonly grabbing at your waist. 

“Your turn.” You said, matter-of-factly.

Arthur looked up at you through his eyelashes, turning and stepping in front of you. “What?”

“A gentleman should return the favour, don’t you think?” You smiled naughtily, tilting your head as he gazed down at you. 

“Hm.” His eyes flicked down your body. “Of course.”

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