Info - stressed Timothée, Timothée's POV, sloppy head, oral (male receiving)
I was achingly tired. Work had been pure hell. I hadn't had a moment to myself, I'd even worked through my lunch break. I was used to stressful days but this was a whole new level. I felt worn thin. My whole being was overstimulated in a way that made me feel prickly.
I'd honestly felt like punching something on the way home. I'd been cut off and heard one too many horns.
When I'd gotten home I realised I was alone. I was surprised that I was disappointed. I was exhausted but seeing y/n would have been nice. I remembered that she worked late tonight.
I tried to go straight to bed. I laid down and felt myself relax a bit. The quiet was helpful for a bit, but that's when the over thinking began. I was worried tomorrow would be the same. I was nervous someone would call me with bad news. Despair loomed over me like a shadow.
I'd been looking forward to a quick nap. I thought that this time of all times I'd be tired enough to fall asleep. I proved to be wrong. Now I was just hungry.
I got up, grumbling as I went. I put on the kettle and made myself some toast and had some left overs. I tried to eat slowly and listen to some soft instrumental music. I just wanted to ease myself into sleep. I was done with today.
I laid down again in the now darker room. I breathed heavily in and out. I felt so frustrated that I could cry after about thirty minutes of trying and failing to relax.
"Timothée?" I heard the dulcet tones of y/n drifting into the room.
"Y/n," I cried out and sat up so fast my head spun.
"Hey baby, what's the matter. You look so tired Angel," she said softly. She came up to me and caressed my face. I leaned into her hand. I made a small noise of comfort in my throat.
"My day was awful," I said weakly. "I've been trying to sleep. All day I was fighting collapse and now I can't even shut down my mind."
"Here," she said with a knowing smile.
"What?" I asked.
"I think I can help," she shrugged. She pushed me down and pulled down my soft pajama pants. I let out a shaky breath.
She slowly worked my cock up and then down. She gave me soft cups and touches to my balls. I leaned back, and tried to immerse myself in her ministrations.
She leaned down and blew a tickling breath onto my now hard dick. I twitched. My hand curled in the sheets before she started with her mouth.
She began to kiss up and down my length. I sighed in satisfaction. I was pumping out precum. Sticky streams were leaking from my tip. Her tongue came next and she traced every vein of my cock. My balls were fondled carefully as she flattened her tongue on every throbbing inch I had.
"Oh, y/n," I groaned loud and long.
"Shhhh, let me suck out all the stress," she cooed. She suckled on my head and I arched upwards. Her tongue flicked over my slit and cleaned up the ample sticky mess.
One of her hands massaged one of my ass cheeks. She swallowed me down now. She was bobbing like a pro. She sloppily suckled and smacked on my cock. Drool trickled down my member. She sucked down as I pumped up. We met in a wet middle where she gagged and hollowed her cheeks.
I loved how she moaned and hummed on me. I loved how her nails dug into one of my cheeks. I watched as she lightly rubbed herself against the bed. She was a mess of saliva and and precum. She slurped, making an erotic sound on my cock.
I felt everything building. I was gripping the sheets. I couldn't help thrusting down her throat. She was letting me do whatever I wanted. I was seeing stars and the wave was about to break.
This was when her eyes met mine. She was so pretty and kind and soft and I couldn't help it. I exploded inside her mouth. I was moaning her name over and over. I rode out my orgasm in her wet warmth.
"Good boy," she praised me for finishing. I always felt a glow when she did that.
She left for a moment to get a cloth. She had cleaned her face. She not used the warm fabric to clean up my crotch. Once I was pristine she pulled up my pants.
My eyes were already fighting to stay open. She kissed my nose and cuddled against me. I felt dreamy and comfortable and happy. She always knew what I needed. I was nearly out when I felt her stomach rumble.
"Go, eat foo," I slurred. She giggled and kissed my cheek. She could tell her sleep aid had worked. Her laugh was the last thing I heard before I floated off to the land of nod.
