#wong hendery

hendery could never get enough of you… he just wants a little taste

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warnings/tags: smut, oral, facesitting, hendery being the good man that he is

one of your favorite parts of your boyfriend was his face. the face that held such tender eyes and the most welcoming smile. the same face that would contort in ways you didn’t even think were possible and have your sides sore from laughter. the face that would look fatally good dipping down between your thighs. somewhere it ended up often, including now.

it had been out of the blue. you were watching his pick of a pixar movie innocently on the couch, hendery’s long arm around you holding you to his side. it was calm and peaceful when, entirely unprompted, he slid a large, veiny hand around your upper thigh and massaged the sensitive flesh there, a gasp tearing from your throat. before you could question him he was nipping at your ear, taking the lobe between his smooth lips and releasing hot breaths that had you trembling.

“baby? wh-what are you doing?” it was almost pathetic how quickly he had you like putty in his hands.

“hungry,” he all but growled in your ear, making you believe that he really might just eat you right there. you knew he didn’t mean for food but weren’t sure how to you respond, so you just placed your smaller hand over his that was now cupping your heat.

he filled in for your silence and continued, “wanna taste you, princess.”

you shuddered at the deep tone of his voice, hot and rough to your ear. you were still unresponsive so hendery elaborated for you.

“want you to ride my face. can you do that for me, baby?”

uh,fuck yes. you came to your senses and nodded. he didn’t wait for a verbal answer and was already rising to sit himself on the floor with his back against the couch, grabbing your thigh nearest him and motioning you to get up.

you got the hint and stood in front of him, knees already weak at the thought of his mouth on you, and waited for his next command.

hendery sat up and helped you lift one leg over him so you had a foot on each side of his hips on the floor. he leaned forward and wrapped both hands around your calves, slowly drifting up to your thighs where he squeezed rather tight, causing you to stiffen up. he caught you off guard when he pressed his lips to your thigh, biting and sucking at the supple flesh on the inside of your leg.

“fuck, guanh-ah!” the name caught in your throat as he trailed his tongue up to the bottom of your small pajama shorts, leaving a wet strip behind.

he huffed, frustrated that the fabric was in his way and pulled back, tearing them down your legs and helping you balance as you lifted each foot to remove them completely.

“no panties, that’s my girl,” he hummed, clearly pleased.

with nothing to keep you from him, he guided you over him with two strong hands on your hips. 

“like this.” he had you kneel on the seat of the couch, your knees by his head as you straddled him, your wet core directly above his handsome face.

he’d eaten you out before, plenty of times, but something had you hesitant to do it like this. what if you hurt him?

he rubbed the outside of your thigh with his fingertips, sensing your hesitation.

“it’s okay, princess, i’ll be fine,” hendery was always on the same page as you, if not two ahead, “i’m dying to taste you. don’t make me wait any longer.”

well, what were you gonna do? say no? you nodded and what had just been a warm smile fell to a greasy smirk. before you could register what had happened, you were on him.

hendery pushed your legs apart by your knees and lifted his head to meet your slick folds, placing an open-mouthed kiss above your clit.

you held back a screech in your throat, his hot mouth was already wearing you down. you only hoped you’d be able to hold yourself up by the end of this.

he growled against your core, vibrations flowing through you. “so good.”

and he dove in, his hot tongue licking a stripe up to your clit, spreading you open for him. your stomach tightened at the sudden movement and you needed to steady yourself with a hand on the backrest in front of you.

a curse slipped from your lips, heavy breathing its only accompaniment.

your boyfriend chuckled against you, “so wet already. all for me.”

sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you just nodded rapidly, the hand you weren’t using coming to his long hair, gripping the dark brown locks and earning a guttural groan from him.

“just like that, hold on tight, princess.”

hendery held you to him with both hands on your ass, his tongue lapping at you like you were an oasis and he’d just trekked through the barren desert.

his tongue worked shapes into your core, his being multilingual proving useful for more than one reason, and you were positively fucked. your hand tightened on his hair, pushing him impossibly closer to you and you groaned at the sight of his handsome face flush against you. he looked as perfect as ever, even here.

you were so fucked.

he seemed to enjoy you tugging at his hair, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass when you did, nails leaving a delicious sting on you.

he moved up to focus on your clit, regaining his breath, and sucked it into his mouth, ripping a cry from you. “oh my god, fuck!” sure, he’d done this before but had it ever been this good?

hendery’s tongue flicked against your swollen bud in short, rapid motions, occasionally sucking it between his lips before continuing. if he didn’t ease up on it, you were definitely going to come soon. you tried to communicate this by pulling him back with the hand in his hair, him reluctantly pulling off of you with a pop.

“too much? getting close?”

you turned your head, a small nod being the only reply he got.

“okay, love, i’ll take it slower, hm?” it was more of a statement than a question, him not bothering to get an answer before diving back in and flattening his tongue against you, heat flooding to the area with it. it was incredible.

and then he did something he’s never done before- something you’ve never felt before, and it took you a second to register that his hot muscle had entered you, easily slipping into you and curling up to your walls.

it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, your body reacting as if it had, and you needed both hands to hold yourself on the back of the couch.

he didn’t wait for you to recover before he started moving, fucking his tongue up into you and filling the room with lewd wet sounds. your moans coupled them, making it very obvious to anyone within a few meters what was going on, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

the pleasure you were feeling was a new kind, and you were barely able to keep track of this foreign sensation building up in you, hendery wiping your brain clear with each thrust of his skilled tongue.

he never slowed or faltered, his thick muscle giving sweet friction to your opening and putting your head on spin dry.

all at once you felt the familiar feeling in your core, you were close, but something felt off. you had little time to investigate before hendery brought a finger to your opening, poking into you and joining his tongue at a brutal pace.

and you only figured out the feeling when it washed over you, crashing like a tidal wave and engulfing your senses, leaving you to hold on for dear life. your head was overwhelmed with pressure and you had no control over your body, left with no choice but to surrender to the tide.

hendery didn’t stop through the whole thing, only separating from you when you had half collapsed into the back of the couch.

“holy fuck. i just made you squirt with my tongue.” he sounded as fucked out as you felt, a hint of satisfaction mixed into his tone.

you tensed. you just what?on his face?!

you found the strength to sit up and look down at him. his sculpted face shining with your essence, dark eyes lidded, and a small goofy smile on his lips. you didn’t have the energy to feel any sort of embarrassment, the look on his face clearly telling you he enjoyed it as much as you.

you rested your head in your arm on the backrest, panting, your thighs feeling like jello as you tried to keep yourself up. you were ready to surrender and fall asleep on the spot, but your boyfriend had other plans apparently.

hendery spread you open again, your legs shaking under you. you yelped when you felt him licking up your thighs to collect every drop he missed, returning to your slit to place a kiss to your clit. he’s not finished?

“now, let’s see if you can do that again. i’m still thirsty.”