Obx John B X Reader - Tumblr Posts
Crybaby (JB.Routledge x GN!Reader)
Warnings: Oral (male receiving), edging, teasing, dacryphilia, praise & degradation.
Word Count: 578
"Stay still, my love.." you muttered, sucking on the tip of his aching and leaking cock. "This is what you wanted, right? This is what you've been begging for?" You continued, slowly jerking him off and moving your free hand to massage his balls. "Y-yes..fuck.." he stuttered and moaned. You rubbed his tip with your thumb, smearing your saliva and his precum around. His hips slightly bucking and the feeling.
All he wanted all day was to feel you, any part of you, he just wanted you. He couldn't stand the straining feeling of his cock pressed against his pants. It was unbearable and he hated it. He wanted to cum all day but every time he tried to he'd just get hard all over again. He needed you, he's been begging you all day to help him, whining and even getting on his knees just for you to help him.
You licked up his shaft and took him in, deep in your throat. "Oh fuck..thank you, thank you..ha..you feel so good.." John B. moaned, hips slowly moving up and down. Head bobbing up and down. Saliva dribbling down your chin and onto your neck. His whimpers became louder and louder.
More whiny and needy. "Fuck, baby..I'm close..I've been waiting for this all day I don't think I can hold it.." he groaned. John B. frantically bucked his hips up, tip hitting the back of your throat wanting some sort of relief. His breathing got heavy as his core tightened and eyes shut tighter. You felt his dick twitch in the back of your throat, he was close.
His movements got faster, pushing him closer to his release. Moaning and whining your name. His hips continued thrusting, the tip of his dick continuously hitting the back of your throat. You lifted yourself off of him, "Yes you can, you can do it just this once, right, baby?" You asked. You looked up at him through your lashes, eyes watery from the abuse on your throat.
He let out a cracked whine, "S-sure..I can try.." you gave him a smile and stuffed your mouth full with his cock. John B. groaned, fingers curling into the couch cushion as his muscles flexed. Sliding your lips up and down his length. The friction sending waves of pleasure up his spine. He knew he was on the brink of filling your throat with his cum.
The feeling came back again, throwing his head back and gripping the couch until his knuckles turned white. You stopped bobbing your head, instead you just paused, sat there, not continuing any further. "W-what..? Keep going, baby, please..please.." he begged, eyes watering from being denied his release for the second time.
His cock ached, all he wanted was to cum. "I just like seeing you cry..you just looked so pretty with tears running down that pretty face of yours." You muttered to him after lifting your head up. Slowly pumping his cock, you gave him a tug, a light squeeze at the base. "Just so pathetic, such a crybaby..I didn't take you as a crybaby John B." You chuckled.
Tears ran down his face. Cheeks wet, you'd almost think he's in pain. But the way he's bucking his hips into your hand and begging you to go faster said otherwise. "So pitiful, you don't get to cum so you start to cry?" You mocked and stood up, wiping your hand on his t-shirt.
"Crybabys don't deserve to cum."