Daddy: Sam Drake x Reader //smut//
WARNING: This fic contains explicit content and Daddy Kink! If this bothers you, please don't read! My blog has been a nice place thus far, I do not want hate here. Ya' don't like this, ya' don't gotta be here.
It had been an accident. Honestly, it had been, but sometimes things happen; in the throws of pleasure, people babble things out.
So you shouldn't be embarrassed, right?
Hard not to when the man above you who had been moving those sinfully angled hips hard enough to have you crying out was now stock-still and staring down at you with a raised brow.
"What did you say?" He asked, a smirk twisting at his lips. You couldn't tell if it was in mockery or amusement.
"N-Nothing!" You squeaked out, suddenly feeling very shy and humiliated. Your face, which had already been flushed from your rushing blood had went darker, and you tugged at the arms planted either side of your head, "keep going..."
Your eyes widened, and you looked back at him. He began moving again, hips rolling into a slow tempo, and you moaned, "wh-wha-...?"
"You heard me, babygirl," a gasp left you at the petname, he hadn't called you that before. His lips met your ear, growling, low and demanding, "say it again."
Your teeth trapped your lower lip. You wanted to. You so wanted to, but you were so flustered, all you could do was whine and whimper as his former brutal pace picked back up.
"Come on, princess," he chuckled, before letting out a shaky breath. It must be exerting for a smoker to keep up a barrage of dirty talk whilst fucking someone into the mattress.
"Sam!" You cried out, back arching, hips rising, "you! Y-You're my Daddy!"
"Attagirl," he groaned, and you felt your stomach beginning to heat up. Your climax began to build, something you didn't think possible without some kind of stimulation on your clit. Clearly, the new kink being breached sparked excitement in your body.
"You gonna cum, doll?" He leaned back, watching your face, issuing a low chuckle when all you could do was nod breathlessly.
"Go on," he encouraged, "cum for Daddy."
You were there. And fuck, it felt good. Letting out a strangled whimper, your thighs locked around his waist, nails biting into his arms as you clung onto him.
Through your haze, you were briefly aware of Sam cursing quietly, hips stuttering in their pace, before snapping forward and stilling; spilling himself inside you.
You blinked when your climax subsided, and looked at Sam as he moved to your side on the bed. He seemed to pause in thought as he looked at the ceiling, panting.
"You know what would make this moment even better...?"
He snorted and turned to you, eyes sparkling with cheeky mischief, still somewhat hazy from the taboo activity. Gathering you up in his arms, he pulled you closer and kissed your head.
"Call me that more often?" He asked, voice nothing but a murmur.