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llewyn davis x reader
π€π’π§π€: face sitting
warnings: piv sex, obvious face sitting, oral (f receiving)
word count: 1.4k
updates blog: @eyelessupdates
(a/n; there's a part inspired by this post, hi @my-secret-shame <3)
Today was one of those days. Not especially a tiring one, but a long one, one that seemed to drag out forever, that felt like was never gonna end.Β
You had understood this the second Llewyn joined you at your table at the Gaslight.Β
He didnβt tell you much; didnβt need to. He had an expressive face, but you liked the idea that you had somehow come to know it all by just looking at his eyes.
He had quietly settled beside you, capturing your lips in a kiss before lighting himself a cigarette and watching the act in front of him until the time would come for him to play.Β
The day only seemed to get painfully longer as he got on stage, having to witness Pappi taking advantage of the situation to hit on you despite knowing damn well that Llewyn was your boyfriend; he would punch him in the face if Pappi wasnβt the one to let him play at the Gaslight, if he wasnβt contributing to the rare occasions for him to make some money.
The moment you got home is the moment you truly realized how done he was, how exhausting carrying the weight of his day over his shoulders had been.
You watched as he hastily and messily kicked off his shoes, throwing his coat over the nearest surface, and you followed closely as he quickly beelined to the bedroom to then sprawl onto your bed, tapping his lap to invite you to straddle him.Β
So you did, knees as either side of him, his hands gently rubbing up and down your thighs as he told you about his never ending day.
It was endearing, the way he was looking up at you and smiling lovingly, as if it was the only thing he still had the strength for. You ran your hand through his hair as you listened to him talk, your fingers grasping his chin to kiss him once he was done.
Both of his hands grabbed the back of your neck to bring you closer and deepen the kiss, shifting to roam down your body once his tongue slipped inside your mouth.Β
His fingers toyed and fiddled with the waistband of your trousers, and it didnβt take long for you to decide to remedy that, stripping out of your clothes as he mirrored your actions, sighing as you eventually lowered yourself down onto his cock while he lit a cigarette.
There is something so deeply arousing about this, about him nonchalantly smoking his cigarette while you are riding him.
It is a slow pace, almost lazy; a focused frown has grown over Llewynβs face, cigarette tucked between his lips, one hand settled at your hips, guiding you up and down, his other hand trapping the stick between his fingers, momentarily pulling it away from his mouth to mindlessly blow the smoke to the side, eventually putting it out once it is done consuming.Β
You lean to kiss him now that his mouth is accessible, his tongue mingling with yours, the familiar taste of nicotine in his warm breath.
His hand sets at your cheek while you kiss, shifting to tangle in your hair, setting over your waist when you pull away once it becomes necessary.
βStop riding meβ his voice is sudden, a bit rough, and you oblige. You stop, immediately interrupt the rolling of your hips, afraid something is wrong, but his thumb is gently rubbing circles over your skin so youβre even more confused.Β
βI wanna try somethingβ he declares as he shifts to adjust his position, tucking the pillow comfortably under his head.Β
Your curiosity is piqued, youβre always eager to try new things with him. You raise an eyebrow and your mouth starts to gape to ask for what he has in mind, but he speaks before you get the chance to.
βRide my faceβ he suggests as his hands settle back to your hips, and he feels you clench around him as he pronounces the words.
Oh.
You had experience in riding him, but not that way.
Llewyn had also eaten you out plenty of times before, but always in ways where he could control what he was doing, and where there were no actual risks for you to harm him.
βAre you sure? I donβt wanna hurt youβ you mutter just loud enough for him to hear, your hand coming to wrap around his forearm.
βDove, if I suffocate in your pussy Iβll be the happiest man on earth.β he jokes, a playful, reassuring smile over his face as he squeezes your sides, a laugh slipping from your mouth. βYouβre not gonna hurt me angelβΒ
You nod, the simultaneous feelings of apprehension and excitement pooling in your belly.
You lift a leg up to lift yourself up from his cock, a small whine leaving your mouth at the loss, shifting to then crawl and place yourself so you could straddle his chest.
βYouβre sure about this?β you ask, looking down at him.
βA hundred percent. C'mon, get that pretty thing over my face"
You get yourself onto your knees, either of them caging his face, and he licks his lips as he takes in the sight above him, staring at the slick starting to drip down onto the insides of your thighs.
βIf somethingβs wrong, slap my thigh real hardβ you suggest.Β
He scoffs, gripping onto your hips. βSure thing, cβmon baby.β
You bite down onto your bottom lip, cautiously lowering yourself down onto his face, holding tight onto the headboard of the bed, careful not to put your whole weight down on him.
You canβt help the moan that slips from your lips; the first contact of his tongue over your folds feels heavenly, and a small gasp quickly follows when he pulls down onto your hips to bring you closer to his face, almost smothering himself in you.
βShit, Llewynβ you keen, your head dropping as you bite down onto your lip.
His hand quickly comes to fist his cock, missing the feeling of your tight cunt around it though really, the taste of it and your sounds alone could work him to an orgasm.
Words can barely escape from your mouth, you're only able to deliver parts of them when heβs mouthing at your cunt like a starved man, licking into you like it was the last time he was ever going to.
βO-ooh yeahβ just like thatβ you whine as the abrasive feeling of his beard against your sensitive skin brings an extra sensation, starting to really roll your hips onto his face, truly fucking yourself on his tongue, way less cautious about your movements now that pleasure has taken over your other senses.
βBaby, Iβm close,β you breathe out after some time, β quicker than usual, frankly β struggling to get the words out between moans, the task so challenging when his nose starts rubbing against your clit.
He hums into you in response, the hand at your hip squeezing harder onto your flesh, the hand at his cock pumping it more firmly to make sure you would both cum at the same time.
Your eyes squeeze tight, nails almost digging in the wooden headboard when the feeling grows inside of you and makes your mouth fall agape, a long, broken, noise-complaint-worthy moan escaping as you cum over his tongue.
Llewynβs low, deep grunt resonates against your sensitive pussy as he fists his cock and pulses into his own hand, the vibrations of the moans and grunts leaving his mouth prolonging your climax as you come together.
You climb off of him once itβs over for the both of you, placing yourself beside him, still standing onto your numb, shaking knees, your forehead resting against the brim of the headboard while you try to catch your breath and regulate the beating of your heart.Β
βGood?β he asks, and you can hear the slight rasp in his voice after being deprived of air for some time.
βAre you kidding meβ you chuckle, breathless. βThat mouth of yours has other talents than just singing.β you turn and really sit on the bed, giving your quivering legs a rest.
You look down at him as he chuckles, his mouth and bearded chin glistening with your juices, the sight making your stomach turn in the best way possible.
Then it hits you, the delayed worry, the possibility that it might have not been enjoyable for him, or maybe even uncomfortable.
βWas it alright for you? Did I hurt you?β
βDid you feel me slap your thigh real hard?β
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so... this is my first time trying kinktober, and I'm nervous lmao. it's a lot for me to process and writing all of this is a bit overwhelming which is why I decided that I won't be writing for all 31 days.
all prompts are taken from @flightlessangelwings, thank you for making this list!!
πππ π: love bites with poe dameron
πππ π: bath/shower with jonathan levy
πππ π: sex pollen with poe dameron
πππ π: slow and soft with rydal keener
πππ ππ: formal wear with steven grant
πππ ππ: sex toys with ellie williams
πππ ππ: hate sex with blue jones
πππ ππ: lingerie with llewyn davis
πππ ππ: cunnilingus with poe dameron
!!please note that this post will be updated with the links once I post the fics, and I also only put the days I'm 100% done with for the moment. I'm currently writing for other prompts that aren't on this list yet, and I'll add them once the fic in question is finished. I don't wanna announce something I will never post in case I give up what I started writing or can't make it on time:)
(please reblog if you want to help me get more visibility on this lol)