Rimming

Author's Note: man i love writing rimjobs. if only i could handle giving them irl LOL

“You want to do what?!”

Dante’s voice carried itself across Quick Stop in a way that made the few customers look towards the register.

“Fuckin’ hell Dante, say it louder for everyone in Leonardo to hear, why don’t you?” Squall scoffed as she leaned over to swat him on the shoulder. “’Sides, it’s not that weird... is it?”

“Jaycelynn—Squall...You’re talking about putting your tongue up my ass,” he stage whispered. His volume was arguably quieter than it was earlier but he was still loud enough to make the iced coffee guy choke on his lukewarm drink. “I think that’d qualify as a little weird.”

“I mean, I never hear about anyone talking about tossing salads outside of porn... maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s a little weird. Regardless, c’mon, lemme treat you, Donathan.” The woman leaned over to give her boyfriend a swat on the ass. The crack of her palm against his cargo pants clad ass echoed across the store and forced everyone to look up once again.

“Jesus!” He hissed as he hopped away from his now cackling girlfriend to rub his stinging ass cheek. “Fine. Let’s... let’s try it out tonight.”

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit,” Dante panted. His now shaky hands ran through his sweaty hair. His eyelids fluttered shut as his hips shot forward. His balls smacked against his girlfriend’s already smudged to hell and back glasses. Pleasure coursed through his veins as her tongue clumsily—though with how inexperienced he was, he had no idea what an expert rimjob was supposed to feel like—swirled across his previously untouched hole. Precum dripped from his throbbing cock in steady streams. “Shit. Fuck. Jayce...”

Blood buzzed in Squall’s ears as her man couldn’t even finish saying her name. Her heart hammered inside her chest as she tried to ignore the heat pooling in her core. Her eyes squeezed themselves shut as she tried to ignore the heaviness to Dante’s scent and taste. He had showered before she started. It was something the both of them agreed to. The scent of Irish Spring was intense but not strong enough completely get rid of his scent. It was heady, primal even. She wrote a lot but was at a complete loss of words right now. The taste was... dirty. He was clean. There was no denying that. It was just bitter and faintly sweaty. It was like something that she wasn’t meant to be tasting. The texture of his asshole was also strange to feel on her tongue. She had played with her own ass before. She knew what an asshole felt like. Feeling one with your tongue however? It was weird. The tickling of his wiry pubic hair against her face also made things feel all the dirtier.

Yet, she wouldn’t change a thing about it.

Hungrily, Squall gripped Dante’s hips and yanked him off the bed. His legs flailed in the air as his toes curled at the sensation. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as she took control. Her nose squished against his taint as her tongue tensed up. It ground against his virgin hole. It traced messy circles around the twitching pucker before pushing right into the centre.

He jolted upwards, or as far as he could as he was folded in half, at the sensation. “Th-that’s—”

Huffing, she pushed her tongue further inside. It was an extremely tight fit but she managed to just get a little more than the tip past the tight rim.

It was too much for Dante.

His hips bucked against her face as his cock throbbed. His orgasm was like a shotgun blast. Cum splattered across her forehead and black hair. His head was spinning. Dizzy, he let his legs drop against the edge of the mattress as he tried to come back to earth.

With a pop, Squall pulled herself free from his ass and wiped her mouth. “Give a bitch some warning, god damn...”

“Sorry...” he gasped out as he still tried to recover.

“Whatever, man... So, you wanna do this again another time?”