Work Text:
r/AITAH
u/Killa_B_2006
AITAH for being too chatty during blowjobs?
HI! So I (23f) have been with my boyfriend (25m) for about a year, and before him I’d only been in one long term relationship. My ex liked receiving oral sex but it was never my favorite so I usually opted for handjobs or skipping to penetrative sex instead. I was actually pretty anxious when my current bf and I started being intimate because I felt inexperienced, even though he was super sweet and supportive. The first time I sucked his dick, I was really overwhelmed and I just started talking about random stuff during it to try to empty my head. It worked really well! So I kept doing it.
I've gotten more confident and now I love just blowing him, but I didn't really stop doing it. I don't think I can. To be clear, if I blow him in the middle of sex, I stay pretty focused on that because I'm actually trying to make him cum. But whenever we're cuddling in his or my bed or on the couch and I start casually blowing him, which happens very often, that's when I get super chatty. I tell him about my day, I ask about his, we talk about random silly stuff, or argue about some movie, sometimes we have straight up deep conversations about life and stuff, and in between phrases I go back to slowly sucking him. I genuinely love those moments, they're so cozy and warm and I kinda thought it had become our thing, you know?
But recently during a girls night I mentioned the conversational blowjobs to my best friend (24f) and she seemed appalled. She told me that my bf was probably just being nice by going along with it, but that he almost definitely would rather I talk less and focus more on actually going down on him. She said stopping to talk about my day or our plans for the weekend or whatever was weird and would definitely take him out of the moment and it was likely that he was internally annoyed and wished I’d just shut up and make him cum.
He’s never complained about my talking while I go down on him and has never given any indication that he’s not into it or wishes I would stop. He IS a really nice person so maybe she’s right and he just doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but it’s not like he goes soft in the middle of things while we’re talking or anything. He seems just as turned on when we’re talking as he is when my mouth is on him.
Anyway, since my friend and I talked, I’ve felt really embarrassed about the whole thing and kind of avoided going down on him. I feel like since I’ve not had many partners, maybe what I’ve been doing IS weird. It just makes me kind of sad because I really love sharing such a sexually intimate moment with him while also connecting on an intellectual and personal level with our conversations. It makes me feel close to him in a way I’ve never experienced before and I just hate to think that something I enjoy so much is secretly a turn off for him.
Am I reading too far into this? I feel like I am but I can't stop fixating on it. What should I do about this? Would it be better to stop the casual intimacy completely? And if so, does anyone have tips for helping me focus and not want to talk in the middle of the act?
He’d been home for a little over an hour by the time Belly walked in. They hadn’t specified that they’d be hanging out that night, but when he texted her earlier in the day saying what time he’d be home and she heart reacted the text he assumed (and hoped) it meant she’d be staying over at his again.
Once she moved to California from Paris, they’d fallen into a regular schedule of seeing each other almost every day. He’d floated the idea of her just moving in with him but she worried it was too soon or that he felt some kind of obligation, as if her moving to where he lived was some burden and not the greatest gift of his life thus far.
Instead, she accepted the offer to stay in Steven and Taylor’s spare room. It was a nice in between, he thought. Not quite the full commitment of a lease on her own apartment, but not moving in with him yet if she really wasn’t ready.
Within two weeks she was spending 5 out of 7 nights at his place- sometimes all 7. He’d cleared out half his dresser for her and bought new hangers for her clothes without needing to be asked.
There was a little shelf on his bathroom vanity where he organized all her skincare and hair products and the closet held her preferred tampons at all times.
His pantry was stocked with her essentials (sour patch kids, pop-tarts, Cheetos) and he happily gathered her dirty clothes from his floor and put them into the laundry basket in his laundry room that had separate sections for whites, darks and delicates.
She had essentially moved in, but he never said that to her- afraid she’d panic and assume she was taking up space she shouldn’t or wearing out her welcome.
In reality, every sign of her presence in his home thrilled him. When he got home from the hospital and found her shoes haphazardly kicked off in all different directions near the front door, he thanked the universe that he got to be the man who straightened them back up right alongside his.
Every morning when he saw her toothbrush tipped next to his, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
Belly made his house feel alive. She filled every nook and cranny with sunshine and laughter and a calm he’d fought his whole life to find.
So, that night when the sound of her key twisting in the lock of his front door filled the kitchen, he grinned like a kid who’d just been granted his greatest wish. She was back. She was his. She was home.
“I come bearing gifts”
Her eyes twinkled and she whipped a bag from behind her back, setting it on the kitchen counter and pushing onto her toes to give him a quick kiss.
“Hmm…how’d I know you wouldn’t get through the rest of the week without more dumplings?”
Her mouth pinched together, trying not to pull into a smile. He loved when she did that.
“Con, you know I’ve been craving them…”
“I know, baby. It’s been a tough 3 days since your last dumpling fix, so I totally get it”
Finally her lips broke open, smile spanning the width of her face. He’d eat dumplings for every meal for the rest of his life it meant seeing that smile each time.
He carried the food and a couple plates to the living room, setting everything out on the coffee table before pouring them each a glass of wine.
Belly turned on Abbot Elementary but it was there for background noise more than anything else.
They ate and Belly told him all about her day, speaking so fast at times she had to actively stop to catch her breath.
She ran through all the usual details of her day that he’d gotten used to hearing once they were together again in the evenings- what she ate, anything annoying that happened at work, anything funny that happened at work, any new co-worker drama or updates on on-going co-worker drama, whatever Taylor was currently up to or trying to promote, TikTok’s that made her laugh, TikTok’s that made her cry, TikTok’s she saved because they were about some local restaurant or event she wanted to go to with him, celebrity gossip, if they should take a vacation that summer and if so where to.
Typically the conversation was spread out through their entire night, but that night she seemed eager to say everything that was on her mind in record time.
It felt odd to him, but he figured she just needed to empty her brain and was happy to listen. Listening to her talk was his favorite thing, bar none.
As he gathered the leftover food and dirty dishes, she followed him into the kitchen, taking quick sips of her wine in between telling him all about a video she saw about a hotel in The Cotswolds that apparently looked like something right out of Bridgerton and she thought it could be a nice relaxing vacation destination and they could get a couples massage and rent a car and see the countryside and have afternoon tea and….
“Honey, you know you’ve got me all night, right? You don’t have to rush to talk about all this”
Her eyebrows pulled together and she looked genuinely confused, her lips parting but no words coming out for the first time in over an hour.
“I just mean, you’re talking so fast tonight and I don’t want you to think I’m gonna like… stop our conversation. You can talk all night, Belly. About anything- about everything. Please do. I love it”
She smiled hesitantly and he watched her eyes dart from his face to his crotch before looking away and taking a deep breath.
“Okay, I just… I know I can be a real yapper sometimes. That’s what Taylor says at least. And I don’t want you to be like…annoyed or to feel like you’d rather be doing other…things. Other than listening to me talk and talk and talk, I mean”
They sat back on the couch and he patted his lap, his usual invitation for her to rest her head there. She stilled for a few seconds then laid down, her hair fanning across his sweatpants.
Before either of them had a chance to speak again, his fingers started raking through her hair and scratching along her scalp in the way he knew she loved. Her eyes closed and he felt her body finally relax against him.
“You may be a yapper, Belly, but you’re my yapper. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing than talking to you. I promise”
She nodded, eyes flicking up to his before focusing on the tv.
He started telling her some more about his day… the way he diagnosed a patient with something weird and rare before Agnes could and how he’d be riding that high for weeks to come, how one of his patient’s showed him pictures of her granddaughter in a clear attempt at setting them up before Conrad told her he was very happily taken, the call he’d gotten from Adam asking when he’d be back on the East Coast as if he actually gave a shit and wasn’t just saying what he thought a dad should say to his son.
Belly twisted her body at some point, her face turned in his direction so she could see his eyes when he talked. It was something he loved most about her.
She listened eagerly and like every word he said counted- like even the most mundane was important.
She asked questions, and not just the surface level, boring questions people asked to try and seem engaged.
She asked if the patient’s granddaughter had been cute and what he thought Agnes would do to try and one-up him now that he’d momentarily out smarted her. She asked when the last time was that he remembered having a conversation with his dad that didn’t feel scripted and if he missed the version of Adam that existed before all the cracks started to show.
After a lifetime of holding in his emotions and tempering his opinions and feelings so as not to burden anyone else, Belly had become like a journal personified for him.
He told her everything and answered every question, even when he knew it would hurt- especially when he knew it would hurt.
The vulnerability he’d found in her love was something he never could have imagined for himself. It was life changing- opening him up to a version of himself that was better in every conceivable way. Not just with her, either. He noticed it everywhere and with everyone.
Agnes commented on how much lighter he seemed and how it didn’t feel like pulling teeth anymore when she brought up hard subjects.
Laurel told him he reminded her of his younger self- the Conrad that died when his mom got sick and his dad became a stranger. She commented on it with a fondness and pride that made him feel proud of himself.
At some point while he was talking, his thumb started running along Belly’s cheek, then the curve of her jaw, then the bow of her lip.
It had been innocent- a silent tracing of her features- a memorization of every detail that made her so perfectly her.
But then her tongue slipped out and slicked across the pad of his finger and he felt his body heat with a familiar desire.
She sucked his thumb into her mouth, licking circles along the tip while he tried to keep talking about how he’d recently become addicted to jello cups at the hospital.
“Fuck, Belly… your mouth. I think about it all the time, you know? Dream about it”
Her lips pulled into a smile and she took his thumb deeper, past the knuckle, sucking harder before slowly pulling off.
“Have you missed me sucking your cock, Connie?”
Her voice was syrupy sweet and low and he knew she could feel him getting harder by the second against her cheek.
He opened his mouth, tongue heavy and seeking the words that were running through his head.
Yes yes yes. Missed it so bad.
Before he could get the words out, her face was nuzzling his cock through the fabric of his sweats, her nose catching on the head and making him suck in a breath.
She mouthed along his length, leaving spit stains in the shape of him, eyes staying locked on his until his thighs shook and his head fell back against the couch.
Finally, she lifted her head and reached for the waistband of his pants, slipping them down along with his boxer briefs, bunching them below his knees.
Her tongue laid flat against the head of his cock, soaking up the pre-cum that had pooled there. She made an “mmmm” noise like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted and he wanted to give her more- wanted to give her everything she ever wanted.
Her mouth closed around him, moving down inch by inch until he hit the back of her throat and he groaned, aching and on the verge of losing any control he’d been barely holding on to.
She bobbed her head slowly, hollowing her cheeks before pulling off. Spit trailed from his cock to her bottom lip and he wished he could take a picture. It was worth capturing- a memory he wanted to burn into his brain.
He smiled as she looked up at him, her hand stroking him slowly, and waited for their usual routine… waited for her to tell him some detail of her day she’d forgotten earlier.
Instead, she leaned forward and took him back in her mouth, tongue slipping around him with each stroke of her lips.
It felt amazing- of course it did. But he missed her voice.
A few more strokes of her mouth and she pulled off again, kissing down his cock and along the seam of his balls, pulling a desperate moan from his lips.
She pulled back again, hand taking over, and he watched her lips… waiting.
When she licked along the underside of him, the overwhelming feeling was the loss of her thoughts.
He craved them, just as much as he craved her lips wrapped around him- even more, actually.
There was something addicting and erotic and intoxicating about her mouth inches from his cock, telling him what kind of flowers she imagined having at their wedding one day or how well a presentation at work had gone.
It was a form of intimacy he didn’t know existed until the first time she did it, and each time she’d done it since he felt like he’d hit the jackpot. His gorgeous girlfriend giving him head while telling him her biggest dreams, daily worries, most ordinary thoughts.
The absence of it had him feeling like he was right on the precipice of something he needed with no way of actually getting there.
She kept her eyes on his, focused and intentional. There was something in the way she was looking at him that felt like she was gathering data more than enjoying the way he fell apart for her.
Everything felt incredible. Her hands, her mouth… it all should have been perfect. But he was being pulled out of the moment, needing to know what was going on in her head, desperate for the connection he’d gotten used to.
He felt selfish and ungrateful. Belly was sucking his cock and he was thinking of all the things she wasn’t doing.
Maybe she didn’t want to talk? Maybe she was mentally exhausted and just wanted to get him off without dragging it out alongside conversation like she’d done before.He could understand that.
But despite understanding it, he felt himself slipping further and further from the pleasure she was trying to provide.
Her eyebrows pulled together and her mouth was steady. She looked determined and he tried to let himself crash back into the sensation, hoping he could start to feel the pull of his climax.
She pulled off again and her hand was picking up speed, slick with spit as it jerked him off. His eyes shut when he realized he was going soft. That had never happened before- not with Belly.
When she took him back between her lips he tried giving himself a pep talk… don’t make her think she’s doing anything wrong just because you’re weirdly turned on by her sucking you off in between little tid bits about her day. This is a you problem, Conrad- not a her problem. Lock in. Focus.
It didn’t work.
Belly’s mouth pulled away and she looked at him with her big brown eyes and he could see her confidence fading.
“Conrad… is…am I…”
He cupped her face, frantically shaking his head.
“No, baby, you’re amazing. It feels incredible. It always does. You’re not doing anything wrong”
Somehow she looked even more hurt, blinking until her eyes were glassy and her fingertips dug anxiously into his thigh.
“Are you just not in the mood? I mean, you’ve never…”
“No, I am. Belly I swear this has nothing to do with you”
Her expression shifted from hurt to annoyance then, her nose scrunching and mouth pulling to one side.
“Your dick was literally in my mouth. How could it not be about me, Con?”
“It’s just… I’m sorry, I think I’m just exhausted. I don’t want you to worry. I don’t want you to think you did anything wrong or…or need to do anything different”
Her lips pulled between her teeth and she sighed, but seemed to decide to let it go. He knew she knew it was bullshit, but he didn’t want her to feel like she had to talk him through a blowjob so he just gave a tight smile.
“Tell me more about that article you read about mental skills training as it relates to athletes encountering performance anxiety”
She looked at him like he was insane, then glanced down at his now soft cock before meeting his eyes again. Embarrassment bloomed across his cheeks and he wondered if he should pull his pants back up or if that would hurt her feelings even more.
“So you’d rather hear about a medical journal than have me give you a blowjob?”
She didn’t sound as angry as she did bewildered and he felt even crazier than before.
“I mean…I’m just interested. It sounded, uh, interesting”
Her eyebrows raised but then she settled on to her back, her head resting against his bare thighs and her hair falling across his hips and cock in a way that made his breath catch.
Then she started talking.
Her words came out fast and passionate. She didn’t just talk about the article, she talked about the parts of it that intrigued her and the parts that she wasn’t sure were accurate. She had her own hypothesis and wondered out loud about different variables.
His body relaxed and his hands found their way back into her hair. She turned her head and looked at him at one point, face drawn in excitement as she talked about research she wanted to do and he watched his cock swell and felt his heart thump heavy against his ribs.
She went on, her hands moving in front of her in the way they did when she was really into whatever she was talking about. He got harder, his length settling heavy against his lower stomach.
The subject changed to a sandwich some woman she worked with had for lunch and how good it looked and how she’d asked where it was from so she could order from there some other time and he felt pre-cum leaking against his abs.
“Oh my god! I totally forgot! There’s this farmers market I read about….”
She rolled toward him as she spoke, and the moment she saw him her words trailed off.
He was practically panting, a sheen of sweat across his forehead and chest.
“Conrad… what…”
Her eyes settled on his cock, desperately hard and aching, and he watched the way her pupils bloomed wide as she took him in.
Tentatively she moved closer, licking a stripe up his length. A broken moan left his mouth and her breath hitched.
“That’s good, baby. Fuck, that’s so good. Just… just keep talking, Belly. Please, just…”
There was a glint in her eyes and her mouth settled into a smirk that had him twitching.
“There’s apparently a booth at the farmers market with like the best spinach ever. I saw a TikTok about it and then looked the farm up on Facebook and there were so many comments of people talking about this spinach”
Her hand moved up his thigh and over his balls, her fingertips thrumming lightly along the base of his cock.
The movement could have seemed absent minded, but he noticed the way she was cataloguing his reaction to every move she made. It had him growing impossibly harder, hips pressing forward.
“There’s a cute little ice cream truck that’s always there too. At the farmers market, I mean. All homemade. They even have an olive oil pistachio flavor. I thought that sounded like something you’d love… not too sweet”
He nodded, hand tugging just barely at her hair as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.
Belly’s head bent forward, licking across his cock again, savoring the taste of him like she had earlier. Her cheeks hollowed around him and she swirled her tongue at his slit before pulling off.
“Maybe we can go Saturday…”
She was stroking him now, her hand loosely wrapped around his length, twisting at the head in the way she knew drove him crazy.
“Oh my god, I bet there’ll be a bunch of dogs there! People love taking their dogs to farmers markets”
All kinds of noises were falling from his lips- gasps, moans, whimpers. His eyes rolled back in his head as she very lightly nipped at his base before swallowing him in one quick movement.
He hit the back of her throat and when his hips thrust forward he stayed to apologize before she looked at him and nodded, mouth still wrapped around him.
He fucked into her mouth, getting closer and closer to the edge. It was mesmerizing, the way she could pull him apart so easily. No one knew him like she did. No one else ever would.
When she pulled away again, her lips were swollen and pink and her eyes were watery from taking him so deep. The sight alone had him pressing his eyes shut, desperate to draw it out a little longer.
“Maybe we should get a dog. Or a cat. That could be cute. You’d be a hot cat dad”
She was licking around the swollen head of his cock in between every few words and he could feel his balls pulling tight against his body.
“Oh fuck, baby. I’m so close… I’m….”
“I thought maybe tomorrow we could do grilled chicken and quinoa for dinner…”
She swallowed him down again and before he could fully process the silky heat of her mouth, he was coming.
Pulse after pulse of come landed against the back of her throat and on her tongue and she swallowed every drop, pulling away right before the last rope of come streaked across her perfect lips.
Her tongue slid out, licking it up, never losing eye contact with him, and he wondered if anything could ever be better than that moment.
His thumb brushed along the corners of her mouth, gathering what was left of his release and pulling it to his mouth, sucking the pad of his finger between his teeth. Belly grinned, clearly proud of what she’d just done to him.
“So you… like when I talk while I’m going down on you?”
He chuckled, low and raspy, and nodded his head slowly.
“Yeah, Belly… I think I more than just like it”
He watched something settle behind her eyes. Not just satisfaction that she’d gotten him off, but something deeper. She looked relieved and thrilled and like she wanted to crawl into his skin and make a home there. He wanted her to.
“Good to know” she said, winking, before sitting up and straddling his lap, licking into his mouth like she’d die if she couldn’t kiss him.
r/AITAH
u/Killa_B_2006
UPDATE: AITAH for being too chatty during blowjobs?
Hi guys! Thanks so much for all the comments on my original post! I appreciate the advice, especially from all the men who said this was like a dream come true scenario.
For all the men who told me I should just shut up and blow my bf and that he didn’t care about my day or what I was thinking…I feel really sorry for your partners. Actually, I hope you don’t have a partner. I hope no one ever gets close enough to you to even make you think they’re gonna blow you. Grow the fuck up.
Anyway, you’ll all be happy to know that I found out my bf is not bothered by my talking while giving head. Quite the opposite, actually. He’s kind of obsessed with it. Like…comes crazy hard every time I do it obsessed with it. I’m obsessed with it too, so I guess we’re meant to be, huh? Actually, I know we’re meant to be. I plan to suck him off while simultaneously talking about the weather until we’re old and grey and I can’t imagine anything making me happier 💛