Taehyung Spitting - Tumblr Posts
7:41pm (M)
FuckBuddy Tae spitting in your mouth
Warnings: FILTH - I won’t apologise. this kind of made me feral.
A/N: i saw this video of slowthai spitting in a girls mouth during his concert and im a changed woman. i implore you to do the same. enjoy x
Taehyung’s a hard fuck when your ass is on display. The visual ignites some primal instinct in him you really don’t have the willpower to say no to.
He’d grabbed it first, slapped it with force a few times before he settled on the notion his boner needed a home in your pussy and now.
“My dick got your eyes rolling back yeh? Such a good fuck you’re a goner?” It’s only rhetoric because he knows the fucking answer.
The room’s small and dark and it makes the slap of his balls louder and the smell of sex more potent. You’re fiery around the edges with the way he has one hand pushing on your stomach, con-caving you so he can feel the thrust of his dick against your cervix, and the other, a tight vice to your neck. He’ll say it’s for traction, but it always has you mewling. He loves when you cry.
Somehow you want more.
“Fuck, T-Tae.” Your hand grasping at his, fastened around your throat, makes him think maybe the pressures left you dizzy. A non safe kind of dizzy.
“Good?”
“Mmm, please.”
His dick throbs at the plea, and, scared that the pleasure comes rushing up on him too fast, he slows, grinding until he finds you clit in a damn good way.
“What, what?”
“I want you, to- ugh,” it hits real good, “want you to spit in- my mouth.”
You need it at this point, but it’s been a want you’ve been meaning to claim for quite some time. A lingering thought once he ate you out real messy one time that had now festered into a full blown need. You throb when he leans back to take on the challenge.
“Dirty fucking girl,” one hand grasp at your cheeks, claiming your entire jaw because his hands are a mad kind of big, and digs in enough that your mouth gapes, “my dirty fucking girl.”
When he leans forward to tower over you figure, still keeping at the slow grind that touches so far in you you’re drooling, you know you’ve got spank bank material for life.
Sweat riddles his forehead, hair and brows a perfect black with darkened pupils to match, but it’s the way his jaw flexes first, then projects all that he has into your mouth with a filthy guttural sound, that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.
It’s a shame because you miss his smirk.
“Fucking filthy.”
And then he’s back to propelling you into the heady heights of an orgasm, manhandling you now that his dicks about to give into the visual he had of you swallowing his spit.
“Oh god, oh my god.”
“Cum all over me. Fall apart on my cock, cumslut.”
You will. Like fucking hell you will. You writhe as his palm presses deep so your insides mould him just right for him to find his end.
“Come on Y/N, fucking cum for me.” You gargle on your and his spit as he digs deep one time, two times, again and again once more so that you’re cumming with enough force to push his dick out and have you wet it. “Yesss baby, fuckkk.”
He’s soaked and it gives him the incentive to drive his fist fast and hard on his length until it erupts over your stomach, your pussy, down to your ass. There’s a lot of it and he begins to quake because he’s pushing at the borders of sensitivity. He can’t stop whilst he’s still got your mouth agape and limbs shaking beneath him.
Everything becomes too damn hot for the both of you when he goes soft and you’re shivering because you did, in fact, shed tears.
“You’re a mess.” In every sense. It’s mean. You want him to run his fingers up your back but instead the fiddle about in the cum that coats you. It’s even meaner when he leans down to lick from pussy to stomach and back down so his tongue glistens white. You groan. “My mess.”