·༻❀༺· hmm, baby, não paro
notes: based off of this ask
-- your boyfriend just wants to please you.
18+ | gabi x fem!reader | wc: 1.1k | masterlist
warnings: language, breast play, pussy eating, cumming in pants <3
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the mattress dips beside you, your boyfriend resting his head in the crook of your neck.
his breathing ragged against your skin as his hands fumbled on your body. they moved from your waist to your chest to your hips. he just wanted to touch you everywhere.
"hey, baby." you brought a hand up to his hair instinctively. gently scratching at his scalp as he sighed shakily.
he hummed back in response, finally setting on your hips. "missed you today..."
he gently turned your body, quietly tucking his knee in between your thighs as he pulled your hips to hump against his leg. a small gasp escaped your lips, your fingers tightening in his hair.
"let me make you feel good, my love." his hands left your hips making your breath hitch as his rough hands slid up your body, pushing the fabric of your shirt with them.
your nipples pebbled from the cool air in the room, watching as gabi didn't even bother to fully take off your shirt. just leaving the fabric bunched at your collarbone.
"so pretty," he breathed, his voice thick with awe and something deeper, something primal. his lips latched onto your breasts, his hand cupping the other with such a desperation that was almost comical coming from a man so strong. his thumbs brushed over your nipple as his tongue swirled around the other, occasionally sucking. the touches were enough to make you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.
a low groan rumbled from his chest. "tell me how it feels." he urged, doing it again, a little firmer this time, watching with rapt attention as your body responded to him. he was finding every spot that made you gasp and shiver.
"so good, gabi." your head dropped as he gave a harsh suck to your nipple. "but I need more, please." your brows furrowed, bottom lip jutting out slightly.
the moment he saw your expression, the raw need in your presence—it was like a switch flipped in his brain. his movements, which had been driven by a frantic need, suddenly became laser-focused. his eyes, dark and hazy with lust, locked onto yours.
"more?" he repeated, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "anything for you, baby."
he didn't give you a second to think before he was moving. his mouth released your breast with a wet pop as he began shifting down the bed, his broad shoulders forcing your thighs wider apart. he settled between your legs, his hot breath ghosting over the thin fabric of your pajama pants, right over the place you needed him most.
he looked up at you from between your legs, his expression so full of adoration and hunger it made you want him more than anything. "wanna taste you here," he murmured, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your clothed core. the heat of his mouth seeped through the fabric, and you whimpered, your hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea. "can I? please?"
your heart squeezed at his words. your good boyfriend, still asking for your permission before he begins anything. god, you could just eat him up.
you nodded your head at his plea, "'course, baby."
he muttered something under his breath, definitely not english, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties, tugging them down your legs in one swift motion. tossing them aside without a second glance, his eyes fixed on the glistening, wet folds he'd just uncovered.
"fuck," he breathed, the word a reverent prayer. "so pretty. n' it's all for me."
he lowered his head, his tongue delving between your folds with a desperation. his mouth messy as his tongue lapped at your pussy like a man dying of thirst. his nose bumped against your clit as he continued, his tongue pushing inside your entrance.
he moaned against you as if he was receiving the pleasure himself, barely giving himself time to breath as you tugged at his hair.
your back arched off the bed, calling his name out into the otherwise empty apartment. "fuck! gabi! right there, baby, please don't stop." your voice raised in pitch, closing your eyes as you felt yourself get closer to the edge.
your words, your desperate pleas, were the only encouragement he needed. he doubled down, his tongue flattening against your clit to press hard, messy circles into it. the sounds he was making were obscene—wet, hungry groans and whines that vibrated through your entire core. he was lost in it, completely and utterly consumed by the taste of you, and the friction of his own hips grinding desperately into the mattress was a forgotten, instinctual act.
the coil in your stomach finally snapped. your vision went white, a sharp, broken cry tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. your thighs clamping around his head as your body trembles uncontrollably. wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through you. but he didn't stop. his tongue working you through every last spasm until you were a whimpering, overstimulated mess, pushing weakly at his head.
suddenly his whole body stiffened, and a choked moan escaped his lips against your cunt. his eyes shut as his hips gave a final, sharp jerk against the bed. a dark, wet patch began to spread across the front of his gray sweatpants.
his head rested on your thigh, his heavy breaths landing on your pussy, causing you to shudder. his lips were slick andwollen, his chin shining with your arousal. his eyes glassy and unfocused. he was a panting mess. and for a moment, he just stared at you.
"fuck," he mumbled, dropping his head in shame. you could see the blush begin to creep its way onto his face. "I-I'm sorry, baby... " his voice low as one of his hands went to cover his crotch.
he got so turned on and caught up in pleasing you that he didn't even register his own aching cock about to burst.
you bit your lip as you leaned forward, pulling his hand off of himself.
"don't be." your other hand raised to rub at his biceps. god, you loved them. "it was so hot, gabi." you smirked, leaning in to kiss him. the flavor of you still lingering on his tongue. he whimpered in the kiss, a small smile etching its way onto his face.
"really?"
you nodded your head so fast, leaving no time for him to doubt himself, "really."
You leaned in again, this time pressing a series of soft, reassuring kisses to his cheeks, his nose, and the corner of his mouth. "I love how you just can't control yourself sometimes."
the blush on his face softening from shame to a rosy, post-orgasmic glow. "anything for you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
he shifted, hissing slightly as the fabric of his sweatpants rubbed against his sensitive, spent cock. the dark patch even bigger now.
"now," you began, your voice light and playful, "do you want to shower? or do you want to make another mess for me?"
