Newsies Imagines(1992)

Relax // s.c (smuty-ish)

Pairing: Spot x Reader

Warnings: not too smutty, slight dirty talk

It was pretty obvious Spot and the rest of the Brooklyn newsies were having a hard time selling today. No, it wasn't because of the weather or the lack of people, in fact, there were plenty of people out and about, but it seemed that no one wanted to buy a pape today.

Spot was especially stressed over this. He didn't want to see everyone go to bed hungry tonight. Seeing your boyfriend like this hurt you. You always wanted to see him happy. So, to help his mood, you decided you'd help take his mind off things.

It's been a while since you both had any intimate moments due to not having any time alone. Taking this damned day to your advantage, you ask Spot to follow you into any alley far from people.

"Y/N, what are we's doin here?" He asks. "We have to keep tryin to sell papers. We don't have time to-"

"Shhhh," you hush him, "Just relax and let me help calm you." You grab his arms and lead them to your waist, then putting your own around his neck. You both lean in. He kisses you softly. Not wanting to go slow, you kiss him rougher and more passionately.

He pulls away, "Babe, what's gotten into you? Not that I is complaining." He smirks.

"I told you, I'm gonna help calm you." You get down on your knees and palm him through his pants until he's hard.

"Babe..damn it."

You unbutton and pull them down, letting his cock free. He breathes out a shaky sigh as you kiss his tip.

You slide your mouth on his length, making sure to lick the underside. He groans and tangles his hands in your hair.

You then put your hand around him, going faster and faster. He bucks his hips and makes a steady rhythm, making you gag a few times in the process. You didn't mind though, the noises coming out his mouth were worth the few tears.

"Fuck Y/N, you suck my cock so good." You hum in approvement, sending vibrations through his body. You could tell he was getting close.

You pull off him, starting to pump his length at a very fast pace, and place your mouth close to his tip.

You whisper, "Cum for me, Spot."

"Ah—sh-shit!" He shudders, spilling his cum into your mouth and you swallow.

You help pull up his pants while he recovers. After a few seconds, he kisses your forehead, muttering,

"Thank you so much for that, baby."

You smile and walk hand-in-hand together and to the lodge.

"Oh," Spot whispers in your ear, "by the way, youse better be ready for me to return the favor tonight."