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the past few weeks had been a lot for dethklok.
between the back to back interviews, the sleuth of paparazzi that seemed to trail behind the group no matter where they where, and the sudden onslaught of obnoxious fan interruptions during their shows, it was a lot for them to handle. even for dethklok.
which is why when your boyfriend, william murderface came to you begging for some kind of stress relief, you said yes. with absolutely no hesitation. what kind of girlfriend would you be to say no anyways?
that’s how you ended up laying below him as he straddled your chest, his hand gripping his cock like a vice while he stroked it just above your face.
“fuck… needed thische,” he groans, eyes fixed upon you beneath him. despite the fact he was on top, he knew you were in control. he liked it better that way.
“missched your fuckin’ fasche so bad,” he whines, furrowing his eyebrows as he bites his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
you bring your left hand up and trace along his thigh with your fingers, touch light and deliberate. he whimpers at that, his free hand intertwining with yours.
a bead of pre-cum leaks from his tip, and he’s quick to swipe over it with his thumb and smear it onto his cock. you exhale shakily, face suddenly becoming hotter than before at the sight.
“love when you watch me,” he babbles, already half fucked out. he looks past his cock and at your face, desperate eyes staring right into yours. “makesch me s’ much harder.”
you mewl at that, watching as he struggles to maintain eye contact, his baby blues glancing away every few seconds.
you suddenly prop yourself up on your elbows, your mouth now almost exactly level with his cock. his swallows hard, mouth parted and cockhead flushed a pretty pink.
you lean in and take his tip into your mouth, earning a long groan from him. you look up, watching as his face contorts into something adjacent to pure bliss. he screws his eyes shut, chest heaving.
“more… need more,” he begs, breathless and needy. he bucks into you, his cock now halfway into your mouth. you gag a little bit, instinctively curling your toes to try preventing it from happening again.
you let him stay still in your mouth for a moment, knowing if you didn’t he’d already be halfway to an orgasm. he stays statued, bottom lip quivering helplessly.
after a minute or two, a small whine falls from his lips before he starts slowly rocking into your mouth. you make sure to be vocal, moaning and whining against his dick.
he groans at that, small “keep going” and “just like that”’s filling the air. you hollow out your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around his length, causing even more noises of his to cloud the room.
he comes down to hold your head in both of his hands, controlling your rhythm. it’s relentless and it hurts for all of a moment but you know how much he’s needed this, so you let him facefuck you.
“thatsche scho good, fuck..” he moans out, head thrown back. you place your hands on his forearms, looking up at him.
he glances down at you, whining desperately at the sight,the eye contact pushing him all the more closer to the edge.
you grin around his dick, defying the rhythm he had set and deciding to go faster. he curses a loud ‘fuck!’ and lets you pace yourself, his hands now gripping the roots of your hair for stability.
you feel his cock pulse in your mouth, a sign you knew all too well- he was getting close. you shut your eyes in concentration and try your best to pick up the pace, murderface’s fingers digging in your scalp.
“can i- can i come inschide? pleasche?” he pleads, voice wavering. you nod against his cock, earning another groan from him.
he thrusts into your mouth erratically, forming a messy cacophony of movements. with no warning, he thrusts up and comes into your mouth, forcing your head down onto him to the hilt.
you struggle a bit, tears welling in your eyes and throat stinging. a sleuth of tired panting and whining fall from murderface’s lips, his chest heaving slowly.
he lets go of your head and slowly pulls out of you, causing some of his cum to drip out of your mouth and dribble onto your chin.
he exhales shakily at the sight, leaning over to kiss you. his hands gently cup your face, the kiss innocent and warm, unlike his actions before. you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
he pulls away, goofy grin plastered across his face. “thank you, for that,” he leans his forehead against yours, sweat pressing to your head. “‘s been a long week.”
you lean in and press a soft peck to his lips, smiling back at him. “of course honey.” you move your arms down and wrap them around his waist, enveloping him in a tight hug.
“could schtay like thische forever,” he mumbles, cheek pressed against yours, skin flushed. you giggle, holding him tight.
even if it was a rough week, he knew he could always count on you.