Vash being whiny while you suck him off <3 NSFW obviously, reader is GN. This is just a short drabble.
“O-Ohh- That’s good, you’re good-!”
Vash’s hips buck off the bed, and you can see his control begin to slip. He’s tried to be a such a good boy up until now; laying still and pretty as your mouth works wonders around his length, peering at you those big blue eyes, all full of pleasured tears. Embarrassed colour sits high on his cheeks and ears, lips parted as he pants like he’s been running for miles. His chest is heaving, and he has a death grip on the bed, though his hands do twitch towards your hair every time you do something he particularly likes.
And the sounds he makes. God above.
Vash has always been a vocal person. Even if he’s not talking, he’s humming, or whistling, filling the silence somehow. You didn’t really think about it translating into the bedroom. But it was a pleasant surprise, at least.
Drawing your head back, you suckle on the sensitive tip of his cock, tongue darting out lick just beneath the head. Vash whines. His back arches, and he flings his flesh arm up hide his face.
“Hnh-! A-Ah, please…!”
You smile, pull away from his length and rest your cheek against his either thigh, feathering little kisses on the sensitive skin there that makes his leg jerk and twitch.
“Please” what, honey…?” You tease, voice sing-song and the blonde above you whimpers, slowly removing his arm from over his eyes so he can look at you. The tears in his eyes are close to overflowing, and his lower lip is wobbling now (he’s always been so easy to tease.)
His voice is shaky and high pitched when says, “w-…wanna cum… please,” and his absolute obedience in everything he does makes you giddy.
You give him what he wants. You’ll always give him what he wants. It only takes a few more minutes of his cock hitting the back of your throat before Vash is crying out, a hand finally finding the courage to snare in your hair and keep you in place. You’re happy for him to do it. He’s boneless when he finally comes down, staring at you with total infatuation as you swallow his load. Crawling up the length of his scarred body, you settle against his chest and give him a long, slow, lazy kiss that he returns messily.
He’s smiling like a dope when you pull away. Nuzzling into your hair like a happy cat, arms encircling your middle as he chitters little, “love you’s,” into your tresses.
