#happy lowman x female reader

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Happy Lowman Masterlist

Please note - All are smutty unless otherwise stated

Fire (Happy/Reader)

Happy Ending (Happy/Reader)

Tell me a Story (Dad!Happy, Husband!Happy/Reader)

~*~Prompt Requests~*~

“Shit, baby. You marked me up good.”

“What do I need? I need you. Just you, all over me, right now.”

“Does that feel good? It’d be a shame if I suddenly stopped.”

“Again? How can you want it again? Jesus, I’ve never met anyone so fucking horny before!”

“How badly do you want it?”

“The only thing I need is for someone to hug me. That’s all.”

“You give such a different meaning to ‘ho, ho, ho’, baby.”

“Those kids? They get their noise right from you, you know.”

“Take me home?”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, your god damned ancestors will feel it.”

“Have you ever cum so hard, you’ve cried? I could make that happen for you, you know.”

“Well, I think you’re gorgeous, if that counts for anything.”

“Oh, I know you can handle me, baby, but can you take him on, too?”

“I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

“I want to ruin you.”

“Yeah, you look so hot with my fingers in your mouth.”

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My love, could i request 10 w Happy..pleaeseee

I am SO SORRY I left you waiting for 500 years for this, lol! Enjoy!

"Jesus fuckin'..."

And that is where his words cut off, a muttering of "woah, damn" following from the bathroom. “Shit, baby. You marked me up good.”

Jumping off the bed, you pad out of the bedroom and across to the bathroom, finding your man examining his back in the mirror. "Looks like someone drew on me with a red magic marker." He then takes your hand, holding it aloft, his eyes looking between you and your pointed nails a few times.

"What?" You chuckle, running them softly down his chest. "If you don't want to be shredded, then you shouldn't be so good at giving me a reason to, should you?"

His mouth tilts into an agreeable smirk. "Fair."

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My time zones are all screwed up right now, so hopefully you’re still taking requests 😊

Can I pleeeease get 18 with Happy?

Unless I ever announce otherwise, my drabble requests remain open, lovely :)

"Baby, that you?" you call, hearing the front door opening. "I'm making lunch, what do you want?"

His keys tinkle into the bowl on the kitchen table. "Well, who else would it be, with all those locks you made me put on the front door." Sauntering over, he encircles you with his arms, kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. "Whatcha making?"

"For me, swiss cheese and turkey, but you can have anything you want. So, what do you need? With you, it's always that you need food, not merely want it."

“What do I need? I need you. Just you, all over me, right now.” 

You arch an eyebrow. "That's very unlike you, not to be ravenous."

"I am," he confirms, lifting you up and placing you a little further down the counter, in a space not encumbered by food. "Not for turkey and swiss sandwiches, though."

Yeah. Lunch just got pushed back an hour.

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Also, if it’s not too greedy, #10 screams Chibs or Happy at me👀

It's never too greedy, plus it's you, and you know you get bestie privileges! <3

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Hypnosis via the act of getting dicked down.

Dicknosis?

Whatever humorous term you choose to coin it, it doesn't matter. Until you met Happy, you never thought you'd meet a man who'd ever possibly give it so good, he'd render you an utter mindless mess of a woman.

Yeah. Enter Happy Lowman.

He has you lying flat against the bed on your front, one hand clutched at the back of your neck, the other pattering along each column of your spine, fingertips gliding a path of tingles, reading the goose pimple-flecked skin like braille, the message clear. With each slow drag of his cock through your hot, saturated walls, he has you lost to the realms of nirvana, sailing through the constellations that burst behind your closed eyelids, your moans helpless, breathless little exclamations of a woman far gone from anything that isn't him.

“Does that feel good? It’d be a shame if I suddenly stopped.” 

Oh, but he's mean with his tease.

"Don't," you begin, a harder thrust shunting your body, Happy slowly retreating once more, teasing your opening with the fullness of his girthy cock, letting it almost slip out, just about keeping you parted. "Please don't stop, Hap. I... I can't... no... please... just..."

He grins at your incoherence, hands moving to trail down your sides, his body flattening against your back, covering you in a blanket of heavily tattooed muscles. "Lemme feel that pretty little pussy gripping on me." Sliding back into you fully, he groans, all sharp gravel at the feel of you tightening around him, moving your hair to kiss the side of your neck. "Yeah, I ain't stopping for shit now, baby."

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Good morning lovely could I possibly get happy and #15 pleaseeeeee

Good morning, my sweet! Lovely seeing you pop up in my inbox, as always. Here you are!

"Is that my baby I hear pitter pattering towards me?" he asks, crouched at the side of his bike, carrying out a couple of repairs. He left you sleeping that morning, after wearing you out to the point of exhaustion. Your horny time matches his, 6am, or as you've coined it since you got together, Happy time.

"It is, the one and only," you coo, stopping behind him and kissing his shoulder after padding into the garage barefoot, walking around to seat yourself up on the slightly less cluttered area of the long, built-in workbench. It only takes him three seconds to notice that it isn't just your feet that are bare.

"Not dressing today?"

You cock your head, smiling brightly. "No. Thought I'd go without. Besides, they'd only get in the way of what I have in mind."

Immediately, the rachet spanner in his hand ceases its clicking movement, Happy looking up at you. “Again? How can you want it again? Jesus, I’ve never met anyone so fucking horny before!” His words are delivered with incredulity, but the smile that begins to creep across his handsome face, well...

"Yes, again." You smile sultrily, uncrossing your legs, Happy's eyes darting right between them. "Right now, if you wouldn't mind."

The spanner is dropped, Happy only pausing to wipe the smears of grease from his hand before he's crossing the space between you, rumbling with chuckles. "Mind? Hell no, beautiful. Come here."

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Hello Lovely,

After reading all of your recent drabble drop since returning from my weekend away, seeing this GIF, & finding your prompts list I couldn't resist bursting into your asks with a request all of my own.

Because clearly it's fate that has all these stars aligning to articulate my feelings for all my favourite author babes 😘 & my favourite outlaws & match one of your prompts. So can I pretty please, if you're so inclined, request the Coochie Tacoma Killer Mr Happy Lowman & 17. “How badly do you want it?” 😈

Thank you, thank you, thank you; I'm forever in your debt.

Oh, love. You are always so kind in your praise. I truly, truly appreciate you so very much for that. Reading your reviews gives me a nice little sparkly feeling when at the moment, life is quite tough, so thank you so much! If anyone is in debt here, it is me to you, trust me!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

A ravenous delight tumbles over you, your fingertips dragging over the stubble of his shaven head, your thighs rubbing against his face as his mouth keeps you halfway between ruin and rapture, tongue snaking over your clit in an incessant, hot slither.

What Happy Lowman doesn't know about orally pleasuring a woman to the very fringes of her sanity is truly not worth knowing at all.

He makes you feel as if you have tiny galaxies lighting up and collapsing in on themselves within you, heat misting your spine as your inner muscles flex around nothing, that emptiness then filled sublimely by the push of two fingers into your aching slick.

Your mutters and mumbles of blissed-out incoherence have him smiling against you, sucking on your with aplomb, releasing you from between his full lips with a slippery pop. He eyes you, his gaze as sensual as dark chocolate, but with the burn of nothing short of devastation.

“How badly do you want it?”

"What, that beautiful, big cock you're hopefully about to push right up in me?" you ask, your voice all sultry smoke. "Like I've never wanted anything before."

He moves between your legs, arrowing into your soaking centre, a deep rumble echoing from his throat. "Right answer, doll."

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Hopefully the requests are still open.... since I like to torture myself can I get #1 for my killer, Happy?💋

Hey babe! Sorry this took me forever, but here you are!

"Where is he?" you ask, your run slowing as you speed into the clubhouse, stopping at Jax's side.

"Upstairs." His eyes flit upwards before returning to you, his smile sad. "He ain't good, darlin'."

You nod, kissing his cheek, about to have it revealed to you after having Happy call you just under an hour ago and telling you to meet him at the clubhouse, but not revealing any details. You know, though, or rather, you think you do.

Something has been on the cards for a long time, something filling you with trepidation, the same of which floods you as you make your way up there, climbing out and seeing him sitting close to the edge, his feet rested up, head touching his knees.

"Baby, I'm here," you gulp, moving to his side, resting your hand upon his, waiting for it. When he lifts his head, his eyes are red-rimmed and glassy, and you know, you know before he even opens his mouth to speak.

"She died." Instantly, your heart breaks for him, and for yourself, too. You thought the world of Happy's mom. "Eight-fifty-two this morning. I was lying on the bed with her, just holding her because she said she was cold. Then she was gone."

"Oh, Hap. I'm so, so sorry," you begin, your words choked as your tears begin to fall. You'll never sit and hold her hand again, while looking into her beautiful eyes that she passed right on to her beloved son, hearing her stories of him from the past, his terrible two's, his tearaway teenage years, but most of all, how he meant the absolute world and beyond to her. Just like she did to him. "What can I do, is there anything? What do you need?"

“The only thing I need is for someone to hug me. That’s all.”

Moving immediately, you seat yourself astride his lap, wrapping your arms around him, smothering him in a blanket of support and love as he cries silently against your chest. You can't make his pain better, but you can be there for him as he goes through it all. Come rain or shine, life or death, happiness or sadness, you'd never be anywhere else.

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DING DONG! Me again!! Can I come in? 😚

#5. “Oh, you came once, huh? Well, that ain’t enough.” The sentence structure of this one is perfect for my love, Happy.

Can u work your magic Sorceress of Smuttery?

Darling! I am so sorry this has taken a while to fulfil for you! Here you are, though :)

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

It gleams through you, chased wickedly by a very rapidly flickering tongue, your legs closing around his head as you grit and mewl, lost in the abyss of pleasure he always sends you sizzling into with the hypnotic power of his mouth.

"Oh, oh wow," you pant, your chest heaving, the pleasure slowly ebbing away again. "I needed that."

You make a move to sit up, Happy looking up at you from between your legs, shaking his head slowly, a frown denting his forehead. "You ain't going anywhere, baby girl."

"But, I came already," you tell him, puzzled.

He snorts softly, kissing your folds a few times. “Oh, you came once, huh? Well, that ain’t enough.”

Apparently, four times is enough according to Happy, as you're soon to discover.

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of your drabble requests, I can imagine them all with Hap, but,

number 3. “Maybe if you’d been paying attention, you’d have seen it, how much I love you.” with Happy Lowman please xx

Of course, you can!

You didn't really know how it was going to go, when you first revealed to Happy how you felt about him. Perhaps something inside whispered to you that how it did go was how it always would, though. Especially with a man like him.

“Maybe if you’d been paying attention, you’d have seen it, how much I love you.”

His frown dented the spot between his eyebrows, Happy cocking his head to the side slightly, his jaw muscles twitching. "So, I'm the one who isn't paying attention, hmm?"

"Yes!" you charge, raising your arms, letting them fall by your sides, wishing you'd never said anything at all.

He snorts softly, looking at the floor for a moment. "If you can't see how much I love you, you need a fucking eye test. God damned broads, chatting on about love when they can't even see it for themselves. Just been standing here in love with you for years, but nope, I'm the one who isn't paying attention."

His muttering, which is only half aimed at you has the corners of your mouth twitching, his grumpy little tirade beautiful to your ears. Because it's Happy. This was never going to be some Romeo and Juliet moment. It was never going to be a chick flick declaration of adoration. It was always going to be this. He loves you, but damn, he'll berate you for not noticing sooner.

You approach him, his arms folded, his face a picture of taciturn stillness. "Are you done being saltier than the dead sea now?"

He nods. "I am."

"Alright. Will you kiss me now?"

He ponders for a few seconds. "I will."

And lord. What a kiss it is.

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Woo! *looking around* Has it really been this long since I've been in your inbox?

THAT IS NOT OKAY!!! Let's get it going! May I request #11

"Those kids? They get their noise right from you, you know.” with Happy?

Yeah, I thought you'd be quiet! Very unlike you, my darling!

6am. The house is still blanketed in silence, you lying with your head against Happy's chest, both still dozing blissfully, his hand sweeping idly up and down your thigh, where it rests over his hips.

"They ain't awake yet," he rasps, turning to kiss your head. "Fancy letting your old man here get on you for a while?"

"So eloquent," you quip, Happy snorting.

"You didn't marry me for my vocabulary skills." No, that's very true.

Kissing the spot just below his collarbone, your fingernails trail over the outlines of his tattoos. "I think I need a reminder of why I did."

His mouth curls into a smile, shifting you onto your back, pulling up your cropped top and beginning to lay kisses there. It's just as you're warming to his touch that there's a rumble from across the hallway...

"Oh god," he groans, "they're up."

"Daddy! Are we still going out today? What time are we going?"

With a dive, your six-year-old son lands in a heap in the middle of the bed, your daughters remaining at the end, fighting over a headless doll.

"She needs her head back on!" Rosie screams, Lily snatching the doll away and holding it aloft.

"No! She met the gallows for her crimes!"

Happy immediately snorts with laughter. "The gallows are when you hang someone, baby. You mean the executioner's axe."

"What, like Anne Boleyn? Our teacher told us about her."

"Yeah, like her."

Lily grins. "Well, this was a very effective noose!"

"Jesus," he chuckles, shaking his head, "they're definitely mine."

"Daddy, can we make pancakes?" Jonah asks, bouncing on his father's legs, Rosie coming to climb into your embrace.

"Yeah, go on, go wait for me." They exit the bedroom at speed, both of you being booted by tiny feet in their haste, the sound akin to that of a baby elephant stampede as they charge down the stairs.

“Those kids? They get their noise right from you, you know.”  Happy comments, squeezing your thigh before hauling himself out of bed, pulling on his sweats.

You tsk softly in reply, throwing back the covers. "Utter lies."

"Oh yeah?" he grins, winking. "We'll see about that later, when they're asleep and we can pick up where we left off."

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Hi there 👋. Really liking your stories here.

Do you have the time for prompt 12 with Happy?

Hello! Yes, here you go!

Slight smut below the cut, minors DNI!

It would be an innocuous enough gesture, the slow flutter of fingertips up and down your bare back, your low-backed halter top giving him the perfect access to delight your spine with such, but when it's Happy doing it, you know the undertones are steeped in something much more lustful.

He's teasing you, reminding you exactly how dextrous he is, just what those fingers tickling over your skin can evoke, a masterful touch that tours your back, running from the nape of your neck to the base of your spine. He wants you to feel the stroke and imagine how they feel when caressing you with their dexterity a little further south.

Turning to him, your eyes are full of the need such has conjured, licking your lips, reaching to tickle the side of his neck with your nails. "Take me home?"

He grins around the chew on his toothpick, jerking his head towards the clubhouse door. Twenty-five minutes later and you are lying beneath him on your bed, those fingers delighting you in their stroke on the inside, his mouth upon yours, exchanging kisses full of syrupy heat.

The Happy Lowman method; it never fails.

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Oh that was a fantastic fic of Happy god I love that man and he BDE he has can I get another one 😊😊 17. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, your god damned ancestors will feel it.” Cause you know this man is going to fuck you rough and feeling him the next couple days.

I love your writing so much

Hello! Awww, thanks babe! I appreciate you being such a captive audience to it, too!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

He is a man of simple pleasures, Happy Lowman. Feed him well, make him laugh, fuck him thoroughly, and he is very content.

Unless, that is, he wants to be the one to fuck you thoroughly.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, your god damned ancestors will feel it.”

And lord, at 7:30am that morning, how he lives up to such words, your hands clutching the bedframe, your big lover behind you, cock thrusting into your dewy centre with rapid strokes full of pent-up need, skin smacking together with the brutality of his onslaught, sweat beginning to trickle down his chiselled, tattooed bulk.

He watches the way your cunt has him gripped in hot, pink slick, a plush grip that pulls sparks through his hardness, the head of his cock hitting you deep, deep, deep, evoking your wails as he fucks you mercilessly, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair, a gradual pull heaving your head back.

He bends to you, kissing the back of your neck. "Yeah, that's right, princess. Take this cock rough and fast."

You have no intention of doing anything but.

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Ooohh I just went through your prompt list and there are like 3 I definitely wanna pick but I will start with 2. “Have you ever cum so hard, you’ve cried? I could make that happen for you, you know.” With Mr. Happy Lowman please 🍒 god I love your writing about this man

Eeeeee, thank you so much! And yes, I can make this happen for you. I love me some Happy, he is a delightful muse :D

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The repeated plunging of his fingers into your sopping core has pleasure streaking through you like a hail of comments, Happy watching your body writhe like an electrical current is being passed through you, his tongue joining the pleasure party, slithering over your clit in a firm flutter.

"Oh shit, fuck! Happy, I... ahhh!"

He laughs softly, satisfied as ever with his skills at being able to make you feel as if you've been turned inside out. "My baby having a good time up there, being my pretty little fuck puppet on the end of my hand?"

"Yes!"

"Want me to make you cum so hard, you can't see?"

You pant hard, his fingertips rubbing magic at your sweet spots, the wet hug of your walls tightening around them. "Of course, I do!"

"I could do more, too. Have you ever cum so hard, you’ve cried? I could make that happen for you, you know.”

"Please!"

His full, gorgeous lips wrap around your clit, his fingers working in overdrive as he begins to suck, harder, and harder, and... oh. Harder. His cheeks hollow, your release gleaming through you, tears trickling down your cheeks as you sob with the absolute divinity of it, coming hard, the wave of his inflictions crashing against your willing shore.

You're blinded and crying. But lord, you are fulfilled.

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It's been a really long week, luv. May I ask for a little warm & fuzzy hot throbs storytime with my forever man... Happy Lowman and #3?

Apologies for this being late, my beautiful friend! xx

"I can hear you sighing from across the club," Happy begins, coming to take a seat at your side where you've sequestered yourself on a couch, alone, in no mood for the merriment surrounding you. You only came to the clubhouse because you didn't want to be alone, but for the past hour, you'd been contemplating whether that's exactly what you need. "What's up, baby girl?"

Sipping your drink, you know you can tell Happy. Most don't know him well, because he's very selective over who he gives the gift of his friendship to. The rest are too put off by his reticent demeanour. You know differently, though, that behind the man who mostly comes across as taciturn and aloof, there's a person of great emotional breadth and depth. He's also an astoundingly good listener. "I had a blind date tonight, and he stood me up. He knew who he was looking for, the girl in the dark green dress and chunky, silver necklace, which means he likely turned up, saw me, thought 'ewww, no' and speedily left, since he sent me a message a half hour previously to say he was on his way and looking forward to it. There's no other explanation."

Happy looks contemplative. "Might he have just been running late?"

Your confession to negate that is delivered with a smidgen of shame. "I waited a half hour past the time we were due to meet, just in case."

"Well," he sniffs, rolling his tongue over the inside of his cheek, "then that probably means your conclusion is correct. I take issue with that, though."

"You do?"

He nods, his face not changing, but something kind misting his dark eyes. “Well, I think you’re gorgeous, if that counts for anything.” He pauses, his thumb picking at the label on his beer bottle. "And I'd like to show you just how much, too. Let me take you out?"

You smile, reaching for his cheek, stroking it. You wonder if it's just a pity date, until he turns his head and kisses your palm. The smile that lights up his face tells you otherwise, too.

Leaning closer, you place a kiss upon his forehead. "Alright. Where do you want to take me?"

An hour later, and you're sitting with him eating the best soft tacos you've ever had, quite content that the idiot you were meant to meet stood you up.

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I’m so geeked these are a thing! May i please request a Drabble for Happy and number 20 please? 🥺

I am SO sorry this has taken me weeks! Life sadly gets in the way of the fun stuff, like writing! Here you are, though :D

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Smouldering kisses delight your skin as you stand, almost boneless in the arms of your lover, rich wells of pleasure trickling through you, solely from the caress of his lips upon your neck.

You have no idea how Happy conjures such magic, but you are nothing short of content to be enchanted by it. Moving you back in the direction of the bunk rooms, he facilitates the privacy you require, removing his t shirt as soon as the door is closed, advancing on you hungrily.

"I hope you're ready for this." He's always the same after a long run, charged from the danger he ultimately faced while away, his body screaming with pent-up arousal, ready to unleash upon yours, to fulfill your desires, to remind you of all you craved while he was gone.

Stepping back, you maintain his eye contact while stripping off, each item of clothing removed without haste, your body the gift that unwraps itself before him, Happy grinning widely. "I'm always ready for you, big guy. I can handle all that pent-up road horniness just fine."

He exhales a short burst of laughter from his nose, one eyebrow quirking, his grin spreading. “Oh, I know you can handle me, baby, but can you take him on, too?”

Your mouth opens, a question about to tumble forth when you jump a little at the contact of another male body behind yours, two heavily ringed hands grasping your waist, a set of lips warm at the back of your neck.

"You sure about that, darlin?'" Jax asks.

Oh, Happy Lowman. You did not.

Turning to him, you bite the corner of your lip, pushing his kutte from his shoulders and pulling his white t shirt up over his head, taking in the splendour of his chest and abs. "Oh yeah. I definitely can."

His lips find yours, Happy moving behind you, his hands touring your thighs in a slow glide, fingers pushing between them, beginning to explore the warmth of your dew, drawing gasps from you as he teases your clit with skillful strokes, Jax ducking to begin sucking your nipples hungrily in turn.

Yes. This most definitely can be handled.

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So despite stopping on a few of your Happy fics while scrolling for the prompt list, & having every intention of returning to those I scrolled past once I've submitted this ask I still find myself hitting up your inbox because there's really never ever going to be enough smutty Happy in the world.

Or maybe it's just me ...

But either way can I request #14 or #15 for Happy.

Please & thank you with 🍒 on top.

I will always endeavour to create as much smutty Happy as possible. Because why not? LOOK AT HIM. *Tingles in all of the right places* He's fucking glorious!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The kisses you share as you sit astride your man have heat radiating through you, all fire and brimstone, delicious little quakes ravaging you as his hands tour your curves. He rumbles a low growl of arousal when your hand sweeps over his rapidly thickening cock, hardening within his sweats, the heat of his bare chest making your nipples pebble against the mass of muscles and tattoos.

He pauses, staring at you, the heat of a thousand suns glittering those dark, intense eyes. "Baby, you're so fucking gorgeous," he begins, thumb languidly trailing your lips, biting them softly, a hungry nibble, your nails circling over the serpent tattooed atop his head. "Mmm, fuck, honey. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” 

Your mouth tilts into a smile, shuffling from his lap, grabbing his sweats and tugging at them, Happy rising from his position at the end of the bed in allowance of your undressing, falling to your knees, stroking his muscular arms. Running your tongue up his hard inner thigh, he jolts with anticipation, your hand grasping his big cock, squeezing deftly, the veins rising under your touch, your mouth nearing.

"You want it so much, don't you?" Your words are followed by actions just as teasing, your tongue slowly dragging over his balls, Happy grunting, his need coiling tightly, wondering if he should just pull you back onto the bed, hold you down and fuck your mouth, for the anticipation you're making him suffer.

Another roll of your tongue has his abs shaking, a guttural grunt wracking his throat. "Mmm." That deep baritone is all he can manage, making you snicker softly, before rewarding him with what he desires.

"Ahhh, fuck me." He exclaims, watching his cock vanish within your mouth, sated at last.