#spit tw

His obsession with spit came…. later in life. Wasn’t a fan or didn’t care about it until he caught you spitting outside or into a trash can ect. The arousal he felt from it was strange to him but he enjoy it. The taboo of it? The humiliation that can come from it? Oh how he loved what came with it. One day, he pulls you away from work and stuffs you into a random room. He doesn’t say anything other than “Open for me.” You do it immediately, puzzled but you don’t ask questions.

Once opened, he grabs your face he spits directly on your tongue. It tastes just like him. It’s warm with a hint of cigarettes and sweetness from the sucker he had earlier. You swallow while blinking once. Then twice, wondering why did he that… But he just smirks at you while letting go of your face to cup the back of your head. He kisses your mouth hard as he spits once more. You kiss him back swallowing it again — still puzzled. You feel dizzy from his doings, warm coiling in your stomach and he knows it. He chuckles while he gives you a gentle, sweet kiss on the top of your head before leaving you in the spare parts closet alone with your thoughts. Outside the room? You hear him whistling away, acting as if he just didn’t do what he just did to his secret partner / co-worker…