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🎀𝔼𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝🎀  Calvin Weir-Fields/GN!Reader

THIS FIC IS NSFW - MINORS DNI - 18+ - AGE IN BIO ━━━━━━━━━▲━━━━━━━━━ a/n: First post woo! I’ve really been craving Calvin fics for a hot minute but i genuinely cannot seem to find any that aren’t either dubcon or just plain vanilla. You absolutely cannot tell me that Calvin wouldn’t be into some fucky shit. Just look at him. He reeks mommy kink. This isn’t a mommy kink fic, however, (I might write one if y’all are down but for now I need smth simple to write) this is just blowjob city. This drabble was inspired by a friend.

Warnings: Explicit NSFW, Descriptions of Blowjobs, Pet names (Bunny, Angel, Darling), Throat Fucking, Oral (M receiving), Soft!Dom Calvin, Lots of Praise, Spitting, Blowjob while in meeting, Cum swallowing

How could he say no to you? With your lip pouted ever so gently as you clasped your hands together in mock prayer. He swore you would be the death of him. You knew he would be in a meeting all day with his publishing company. He’d been so busy with writing something new, giving you hardly any of the attention you so well deserved. You had begged and whined for any ounce of his presence, but it just wasn’t possible. He’d been to tired to give you his full attention and he insisted that you deserved him at his best. Yet, here you were on your knees with a hidden glint of sultry desire hidden behind your eyes, right before him with your hands joined. You were teasing him just with your outfit. A soft ivory dress shirt partially unbuttoned at the top to reveal your sternum, skin tight pajama shorts that left nothing to the imagination. God, if you ever dressed this way for anyone else he might have a stroke.  But you didn’t dress this way for anyone else. Just for him. Only for him.

He could already sense your arousal just by the way you conducted yourself. A gentle pant left your lips as you waited for his approval, hands still firmly clasped as if you were asking for forgiveness for being so inconveniently needy.

Calvin glanced up at his laptop screen, taking a moment to contemplate the consequences. He surely would be heavily reprimanded if caught, and the likely hood of him getting caught was high. His moans always gave away his stoic demeanor whenever he was inside of you at any capacity.

Regardless of his better judgement, he slowly nodded and shifted his hands to his belt very carefully. You had been so good for the past few days. How did you not deserve a reward? Your mouth began to water and slack, preparing for the incoming intrusion. You even began to help him out of his tight slacks, bulge becoming visible through the fabric. The cold air hit his shaft and made him hiss under his breath as he tried to cover his noises in the heel of his palm, feigning boredom to his colleagues. Jolting at the slick feeling of your tongue, Calvin coughed through a whine, your mouth making way from base to shaft.

Your hand reached up to grip the base of his cock, stroking and twisting painfully slow. He wanted to order you around already, command you to stop being a brat. He was giving you what you wanted so why were you being difficult? If you wanted to be a brat, he would treat you like one and give all of his lovely coworkers a show as he fucked you silly on his wooden desk. Sweat began to form on his forehead as you continued to suck and jerk him. His hips stuttering when your lips wrapped around his head.  He loved seeing you like this for him, effortlessly milking him dry for all he’s worth. Because you knew that when all was said and done, you would receive your own treat. Biting into his palm he muttered something barely audible, making sure to mute himself before he spoke. “Fuck... You’re so good for me. You’ve wanted this for so long.” His other hand reached down to pet your hair, making sure not to tug on it. He wouldn’t want to hurt his little bunny. His sweet bunny. Who did so good for him and made him feel a way he’s never experienced before. And you were real. You were real and you were here and you were wrapped tightly around his cock. He could feel the tight coil in his stomach begin to form, length twitching into your mouth as he began to grow impatient with this meeting. All he craved right now was to take you there and then on his table, praise you for being so good for him. You knew his weakness. One thing that Calvin had always loved was a good deepthroat. You had mastered your craft in your endeavor to service him.  Up above you, you heard some of the men starting to say their goodbyes, asking Calvin what he would be doing tonight. Taking this opportunity to get a rise out of him, you quickly tucked your thumb under your fist with as much pressure as you could muster and dipped your head forward. He coughed and near flung his chair backwards as you held yourself steady, his pubic hair tickling your nose. He nodded and replied to his editor, “O-Oh! Just dinner, you know how it is! Haha! Oh jeez Scotty is getting into something! Gotta go, bye!” He slammed his laptop screen down and let out the longest drawn out whine. His hands tangled firmly into your hair as he started to relax and ease you back off his length. “Bunny, please... Let me fuck your throat.. P-please I need you so bad.” He always wanted your consent before doing anything rough with you, he wanted to make sure you could savor all the effort he put into fucking you raw, whether it be your mouth or hole. Staring up at him with glossy eyes full of tears, you nodded and gasped for air, the shadow of his dick reaching across your face.  Calvin wasted no time to stand up, leaning his arms onto the desk and tightly gripping your hair, easing you back onto his member. Preparing for the sloppiest blowjob you have ever given in your life, you hollowed out your cheeks and took a large sum of air through your nose. Yes, he was gentle at first but as soon as he was buried fully into your mouth he began to thrust. Thrust with so much power and vigor, you started to see white. He marveled in the way you stared up at him as he fucked your throat, muscles clamping down around his head. Calvin saw drool pooling at the sides of your mouth and smiled at your state. “Take it. You were built just for me, Angel. Don’t forget who fucks your throat this good. Fuck!” He was getting closer, his stomach building so much pressure it was almost painful. His hips began to grow sloppy as he panted and moaned absolutely vulgar things above you. You always learned to experiment new things ever since meeting Calvin. The one thing you were always curious about was if men enjoyed their balls being massaged during blowjobs.  What better way to learn than in the act. Your hands reached up to fondle his balls, rubbing them between your forefinger and thumb. ”A-Angel wait, fuck, I can’t-” That was his breaking point. The sudden feeling of hot seed dripping deep down your throat invaded your senses. You desperately tried to swallow as much as you could, but Calvin’s dick was a near hose. Sticky cum started to spill out onto your chin and your collar bones, tears mixing to make a beautiful sight. Calvin rode out his orgasm with a few gentle thrusts before slowly pulling his half-soft cock out and whimpering. His glasses were near falling off and his hair was wet with sweat and messy.  He looked at you and relished in the sight of you, his angel, his bunny, his entire world. A mess and covered in his cum. If his phone was near, he definitely would have snapped a photo of you. He took his hand from your hair and cleaned a line of seed from your face with his thumb, speaking to you gently as if he did not just tear your throat up. “Open your mouth, darling. We can’t let this go to waste can we? Especially after all that hard work you did.” Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, drool connecting between your lips as you presented your wet cavern for him. He shoved his thumb into your mouth, not before gripping your chin and spitting directly inside. You moaned quietly at the gift and swallowed around his thumb, making sure to wriggle your tongue around his digit. The same exasperated smile you grew to love with was your ultimate reward.  Calvin began to pet your head again, calloused and lanky fingers pushing your hair out of your face. “How about we continue this after dinner?”

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a/n: HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS AS MUCH AS I DID WRITING IT. I ALSO HOPE U ENJOYED THIS MELO.