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G Major

Pairing: Elliot x Reader

Word Count: 2,077

Summary: The reader is worried that Elliot doesn't like getting head from her. However, after being reassured by her friends, she decides to be more direct with her advances.

Warnings: A little bit of angst, Oral(Male Receiving), SMUT!

A/N: Happy holidays, everyone. I hope everyone is doing well! I got this idea when I realized I never wrote anything about male oral, it's definitely something I want to explore more. I hope you guys enjoy it and I have more stories coming out this week. Definitely my little gift to all your support on my blog. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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“Wait, so you swallowed it?”, I asked.

“I mean, yeah. It wasn’t like a super big deal. Plus I think he liked it way more than I did.”

I sat on the floor of Cassie’s bedroom. The light blue nail polish on my toes dried as Maddy painted my fingernails gold. I liked being with my best friends and spending the evening just mindlessly being a teenage girl. Nail polish, face masks, pizza, and the hard seltzers Ms. Howard let us sneak.

“Kat, you already know what I’m about to say,” Maddy said, as she finished up my pinky nail.

“I know. I know. I think I’m the problem because I literally can’t find a problem with Ethan.”

I already knew that she was having some doubts about her relationship with Ethan. We accept the type of love we think we deserve, so I was starting to think that Kat just didn’t think she deserved something simple and loving.

“Kat, I just want you to feel happy. Sex shouldn’t feel like a chore or anything.”

“Y/N, you literally give the best advice all the time. I just really need to figure this out before I start losing myself again.”

I shot her a half smile as I tried to reassure her that it would all work out in time and communication.

“Speaking of sex, how are you and Elliot doing ?” Maddy asked with a sly smile.

“I mean, we’re fine. I don’t know.”

“Certainly doesn’t sound like your fine, babe. What’s up?”

“I just don’t feel super confident like being assertive with anything. And I don’t know if he likes what I do sometimes.”

Being super shy in a relationship doesn’t do me any favors.

“Elliot is such a guy, y/n. I’m sure he’s happy with whatever you do. Which is what exactly?”

“Missionary, um, he’s gone down on me a couple of times--”

“Whew, go y/n,” they all cheered.

“He definitely likes you and what you’re doing if he’s going down on you.”

“Yeah, but each time I try to give him head, he’s quiet and not super responsive but then pulls me up and stops before he’s even close to cumming.”

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to cum yet,” Cassie suggested as she took off her face mask.

“Or maybe I just suck at giving head and he doesn’t want to tell me.”

“I seriously doubt it, babe. You know what I would do, literally initiate it yourself. And be as bold as possible with it.”

“Maddy’s right, y/n. You literally have to fake it till you make it. And fully appreciate his dick.”

“Kat!”, I shrieked as I threw a pillow at her. But I definitely took her advice with me that night. Fake it till I make it.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

I spent that week studying those amateur porn videos online. Maybe I was going at my technique all wrong. One girl posted an entire video of her explaining how to properly give good head. I was supposed to focus on my breathing, relax, and find a rhythm with it. Those were the basic parts of it, but the whole “find my rhythm” part was probably where I was lacking.

Fast and deep throat? Slow and steady? Varied? I honestly didn’t know and it was stressing me out trying to figure out what I was going wrong. So naturally, I called Kat before I was supposed to go over to Elliot’s.

“I’m so nervous Kat, I literally don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Hey, remember what you told me. It should feel comfortable, you don’t have to force yourself to do this to prove anything to him.”

“I know but I just want him to actually get off by me.”

“Y/N, let it happen naturally. I think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Relax, okay?”

“Okay, okay. I’ll relax. Thanks, Kat. I have to go, his car is outside.”

“Okay, remember to have fun with it if you end up doing it. Fake it till you make it. Live out your throat goat dreams.”

“I fucking love you,” I replied with a laugh and headed downstairs to his car.

As I got into the passenger side of his car, I felt everything go to normal. It was just Elliot and me. I kissed him “Hi” as his hand lingered on the side of my cheek.

“Why are you staring at me, babe,” I said with a smile, trying to turn away.

“I’m not staring at you, I’m admiring you. How was your day, doll?”

“Good, it was really good. I finished watching that show you were talking to me about. Literally phenomenal, I thought I would find it boring but the ending?!”

“Knew you’d like it. It’s so trippy, and to think it was written in the ’70s? Way before it’s time.”

He was good with artistic things like that. Getting me to watch all different types of movies and shows, listen to songs I would never try before, and just appreciate all these different forms of art. When we finally got to his house, I followed behind him as we got to his bedroom. The place looked like it was just cleaned, minus the few oddly place books and articles of clothes

His laptop was open and he moved towards his guitar, plugging it into the amp.

“Are you working on more music stems?” I asked, taking off my shoes as I moved towards the window over his bed.

“Yeah, I promise this will be quick. I kinda promised this guy I’d have it planned out by tonight. Working on some finishing touches.

“Sure, babe.”

I watched as he meticulously strummed away, writing things down in his journal.

“What scale is that again?”

“G major on an open chord.”

He sounded good and looked good doing it. So I patiently watched and tried to follow along with what he was doing.

“Okay, I’m done.”

“It sounded good, do you know what the guy is using it for?”

“Just production. He wanted something that felt gentle and peaceful emotion of the heart. That’s usually what this key expresses.

“I’ll send it out later though.”

“I liked it, Elly.”

I took this as an opening to move closer to him at the foot of the bed. My hand moved over to him as he marveled at my fingers in his hand

“I like this color on your nails.”

“Mhm, thank you.”

I moved my hand over his face as I brought him in for a kiss. It was much hungrier than it needed to be but he did seem to object to it. I moved over to kiss his neck.

“M-mmh, ah ... f-fuck,” he said under his breath.

I took this as the opportunity to do it. The smokiness from the sunset entered his room as I moved to remove his shirt. He happily obliged as I let him do the same to me.

My fingers move to touch his bare stomach as I feel the way he shudders at my unexpected touches. His eyes look right into mine as I move downward with a trail of kisses to his navel. I sit in between his legs, not breaking my gaze from his.

“What are you doing?” he says in between breaths as he watches me toy with the hem of his pants. He licks his lips quickly, mouth left ajar as he still lies in awe at my actions.

“Wanna taste you,” I say gently, as to not break whatever force of confidence has washed over me. Elliot lets out another heavy breath as my hands move towards to the zipper.

“Can I ?”, I ask as my fingers hover over him waiting for him to confirm that he wants this. That he wants me.

In response, he shakes his head “yes” and moves to unbutton his pants. He lets me unzip him, and pull down his pants and underwear.

I smile softly at this all as I grasp his dick carefully. I spit in my hands before I begin to stroke him experimentally trying to adjust to the feeling of veins and ridges in my palm.

His moans are low, but his eyes are still open as he watches me and my hand wrap around his dick.

My lips find his chest as I pepper kisses on his stomach before wrapping my lips around the tip. He bucks his hips again at the initial feeling as he moves over the side strands of my hair.

I’m tempted to remove him from my mouth and ask if this all feels good, but I notice his eyes are left half-opened as he’s stuck between fully letting go of this and trying to watch every moment. I switch from the initial slow and sensual pace as I move into a faster speed as I’m continuing to move my head up and down as I palm around his balls.

“Uhuh” and moans of my name are the only thing that keeps coming out of him as he’s too focused on what I’m doing with my mouth. The ways that I’m flicking my tongue around the tip and sliding its entire length over my tongue, the friction of my wet mouth, and the coat of my spit around his dick. I’m definitely pushing him over the edge as I sporadically remove him from the mouth with a pop. My face is plastered with a smile.

“I think I’m enjoying this much more than you are,” I laugh as I take his dick in my hand and tease it between my tits. His face getting even more scrunched as he sees my sinister but sexy intentions. Moving it back into my mouth while simultaneously stroking him.

“F-fuck ... good god, y/n,” he says while his voice cracking into a moan as I squeeze him harder between my hand, never breaking eye contact with him.

“God, you feel amazing babe. Yeah, uh huh…just like that, yeah, a-aah fuck y/n”

His words send a shiver down my spine and I can feel the heat in both of our cores.

He curses under his breath as he runs a hand over his face and moves to feel me up beneath him. His hands grip my hair, and I can sense that he’s close, so I work him faster and faster while looking directly at his face. He looks blissed out, but he’s looking right at me with his mouth open; moans and whimpers spilling right out of him.

His stomach tenses up as I drag on hand over his bare chest before he lets out an exhausted moan releasing into my mouth. His cum coats the back of my mouth as I pull him out of my mouth while I keep stroking him through it, letting him release what’s left onto my face and my chest.

I take my fingers and drag them over my chest to taste, the gold on my nails being covered in a milky glaze. Elliot’s eyes are wide as he watches me tasting him, all while his chest is sinking and rising heavily at the sight.

“Shit, you're so messy. Did I get it in your eyes?” he asks.

“You’re good, Elly,” I laugh as I clean us both, his eyes still never leaving mine.

His body is burning hot against the coolness of your fingers.

“I’ve always wanted to do that” I admit while moving to sit next to him. My arm wrapped around him, waiting for him to respond.

“Can I be honest?” he asked, still catching his breath.

Shit was that too much?

“Yes, of course.”

“I’ve wanted you to do that for the longest know, just didn’t know how to come out and say it.”

“You were nervous to ask for me to suck your dick?”

“No, I was nervous to ask you to do it like that. You literally surprise me more and more each day”

“I was nervous you always thought that I was bad at head when you’d pick my head up,” I chuckled.

“You kidding me?! You’re too good at it. I was scared I’d cum in your mouth before I could make you cum. This is going to be burned in my mind now.”

“My pleasure more than yours. And you taste good.”

He laughed as I lay against him, our bodies now laying against the bed as the cool air entered the room.

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