too hot, hot damn 🔞
― optional male mc | gn!reader ― w: bestfriend!au, oral sex, male receiving, food play ― 1207 w. ― s: when you give him pleasure after teasing him with a posicle ― [original]
“Can you stop doing that?”
“Licking that popsicle like that.”
You blink at your best friend while feigning innocence as to what in the hell he is talking about. All you are doing is enjoying a watermelon flavored popsicle on this scorching hot day - it doesn’t help you have no AC - and he wants to stare at you while questioning your methods of enjoying a favorite frozen treat.
“I’m just eating a popsicle.”
To say he is sensitive is an understatement. He is far too horny for his own good, getting worked up over the littlest of things from lack of sex in the past year, and yeah, maybe you are sucking the popsicle in inappropriate ways because you know he is staring and it will get him going, but so what?
“No, you’re practically deep throating it, and, ugh…” He throws his hands up, looking the other way as the two of you sit on the balcony of your apartment, with the slight breeze blowing on your faces to cool you off just enough with that delicious popsicle to your lips.
“No, I’m eating it.” He looks over at you as you speak, just in time to see your lips circle the tip of the icy dessert, before allowing it to disappear into your mouth, almost to the end.
“Fuck…” he whines, leaning his head back, seconds from stomping his feet like a child, “that’s not fair.”
“What? Do you want a popsicle, too? I have plenty.” Now, you’re just messing with him. It’s clear to the both of you from the smirk on your face.
“No! I don’t want a-nevermind.”
“Hey…” You call for him, causing him to look over once again to your tongue now swirling the tip of the popsicle before slowly sliding it into your mouth again.
“You know what, fuck you.” He is seconds from getting up from his chair to leave you on the balcony when you burst into a fit of giggles. “What’s so funny? Do my frustrations seem humorous to you?”
“A little.” You shrug. “But if you wanted some best friend head, you could just ask for it.”
“What, really?” His eyes widen, trying to see if you are serious, or just messing with him again.
“Sure.” You are serious. He is cute. Cute enough for head, at least. Maybe more, and you would be lying if you said you never thought about it. Plus, you know he will want to return the favor, and you would love nothing more than to have that mouth on your body.
“Like, actual blow job head?”
“Is there any other kind?” You hold your hand up just as he opens his mouth. “Don’t answer that. Now, do you want your cock in my mouth or not?”
“God, yes, please…”
You smirk at his desperate tone, looking over the railing of the balcony to realize it will be nearly impossible for anyone to spot you from such an angle, and even if they do, what’s a little harmless oral for your best friend?
Just as you stand from your seat, you look at the melting popsicle in your hand, then back at him staring at you with an eager expression, before getting what might be a bad, yet incredibly fun idea.
You make your way to him, kneeling in front of his lap with your knees pressed into the concrete of the balcony and him already unbuttoning his pants. A second later he pulls his thick cock out for you, half aroused and growing, causing you to lick your lips before reaching to grip him gently with one hand. A groan from his chest hits your ears, giving you the courage to do what you do next, and press the tip of the popsicle to the tip of his cock, swirling it around to coat the flesh in a sweet, sticky layer, before leaning in to lick the remains with your tongue.
You hear him hiss as your mouth makes contact and he thrusts his hips up just enough to cause more of his length to enter, but you don’t mind, finding it hot the noises he makes and the taste of the popsicle mixed with just him.
You bob your head up and down, sucking gently and eventually dropping the popsicle from your hands to melt in a messy puddle on the ground. With your hand already gripping him, you begin pumping up and down as your tongue circles his tip over and over, earning deep groans and breathy moans from him in return. His hands eventually find themselves in your hair to get the best view of your mouth pleasuring him, with you making sure to look up at him every now and then to lock eyes if only to drive him wild at the erotic sight. Your mouth full of his cock, sucking him off, drawing him closer to pure bliss, and looking enticing to him as you do it.
“Fuck…” he hisses, “your mouth feels so fucking good.” You know he means it, lost in the pleasure after not having any physical contact with anyone in so long and loving how you already know how to handle his hard, needy cock.
You continue focusing on the head, with your hand pleasuring his length and you suck lightly, then harder, and back again, gaining desperate thrusts of his hips and causing him to pull your hair tight. You can feel yourself growing needy, aching between your legs from having him in your mouth, wanting nothing more than to finish him so he can return the favor.
“I’m-I’m… fuck…” He can’t find the words to let you know he is coming, losing all control of his senses as you suck him to bliss, bobbing your head and pumping the rest of his length with your hand. Suddenly, you feel him release into your mouth. Hot drops of his cum spill over your tongue as his head tilts back and he sucks in air, holding it until he begins coming down again.
Pulling away and swallowing, you look up at him with a grin on your lips, knowing he has been waiting a long time for that and not knowing what to do with himself now that he has gotten it.
“Better?” You chuckle, wiping away any fluids from your mouth as you ask. All he can do is raise his head to look at you, nodding for a moment before dropping it back down.
You were about to make your way to the bathroom to clean up, standing and turning to make your way inside, before you felt a strong grip on your wrist to stop you.
“Where do you think you’re going?” You turn back to look at him, clearly calm and collected, and staring up at you with raised brows.
“I’m not done with you.” With that, he stands to push you toward the railing of the balcony, before lowering himself to his knees to begin tugging on the button of your shorts. As he pulls down your zipper, then hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, he looks up at you with a cocky grin. “It’s my turn to taste you.”