last time, bishop x f!reader
| bishop x f!reader | warnings: not proofread(i think) smut, rough sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, messy sex, some praise, degrading, dirty talk, bishop not that nonchalant, reader needy, creampie, very light choking, aftercare, etc… | mdni18+
.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲
“that feel good, huh?”
You could only whimper in response with how good Bishop felt inside of you. It was late at night and you were once again in Bishop’s room, no matter how many times you promised yourself to not go over his place, you would still go.
So there you were, your clothes on the floor, your phone placed on do not disturb and being on top of him with a western movie playing in the back, riding him at a slow pace with your hands laying across his bare chest.
“You always say it’s the last time,” He began whispering, loud enough for you to hear him. He has one hand on your hip, tracing small circles where a hickey from last week was starting to fade, while the his other arm rested behind his head, “..yet you always come back, more desperate than last time.”
Bishop sits up and places both his hands on your waist, looking at your face closely, almost as if he was studying every little expression you did. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth open letting out all those moans and whimpers he secretly loved to hear, your lips were still puffy from him fucking your mouth the minute you walked in.
A quick smack landed on your butt, getting a gasp out of you.
“Speak.”
You moaned moving faster, gripping his shoulders, definitely leaving your nail marks. “You always let me in.” You whimpered looking into his dark brown eyes, “You can’t lie, you love my pussy.”
And you were right. Sure, Bishop had his fine experience with women before, but when you came in, his life changed. It was something about you that made him want to have you. Especially just him alone. He wouldn’t say it out loud because that’s not the type of person he is, but he wanted you to be his, only his.
After snapping back in, he moved his hands to your hips, a tight grip with how you started bouncing on top of him, feeling his whole dick push into you and hitting that spot inside that made you tremble. “Yeah, this pussy real good.” Bishop spoke looking down through gritted teeth, hiding his groans.
Beneath the two of you, Bishop saw how good you were taking him, you always did. And that’s when he saw it, that bulge poking through your lower stomach.
He couldn’t hold it anymore, he pulled his dick out earning a whine from you. “Please— more please please—” “Shut it.” Bishop cut you off while he placed you under his pillows.
He placed himself in between your legs, placing them on top of his thighs. “Listen to what’s going to happen.” He started while he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it while he pushed three fingers in your wet cunt.
You could only moan, you placed yourself on your elbows so you could see. You saw how shiny and wet his fingers were coming in and out of you, his other hand stroking his long hard dick. “I’m going to fuck you, you can cum as many times as you want, as long as you ask me to.” Bishop said looking directly into your eyes.
“Okay…ohh..okay.” You were so horny, you started moving your hips to get more friction. “I’m not stopping till’ I nut… don’t want you to be whining or crying saying it’s too much,” He took his fingers out of you and lined himself up, slapping his fat head onto your clit.
“Tell me you’ll be a good girl and not whine.”
You were a mess, too lost in the feeling to even keep your eyes open too look at him. “B, I promise I’ll be a good girl. Daddy I’ll be soo good for you.” You slipped in that nickname you loved calling him, looking directly into his eyes.
“Say it again.”
“Daddy—” Bishop pushed all nine inches of him inside you, he grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them up to your chest. “Daddy! I’ll be so good! Oh! Oh—” Bishop always kept the same rhythm when he fucked you like this, long strokes and hard thrusts.
“You gonna take my dick?” “Yes! Yes B, I will— I want to.” You were gripping the sheets beneath you, each time he thrusted back in, the headboard of the bed would hit the wall behind. “Take it baby..” Bishop moaned low, looking down to see how his dick was already getting that creamy ring you always gave him.
He kept fucking you like this, having you moan and roll your eyes each time he thrusted. “You’re doing so good baby…you hear that pussy? You hear how good she’s being for daddy?” And you did. You pussy was so wet it was squelching each thrust Bishop gave you, you could feel it leak out of you.
You nodded to his answer, “B, I wanna cum..” You whimpered feeling your orgasm start to build up inside of you. “B, please can I cum? I’ll be good Daddy— so good, please let me cum.” You were slurring your words, fucked out and full of lust. And so was Bishop.
Bishop hasn’t really notice, but he does get quite expressive when the two of you have sex. He furrows his eyebrows like he’s angry, starts huffing low when he’s also close and gets a light shed of sweat on his face.
He let go of the grip he had on your legs to lean down and kiss you. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped his biceps. “You wanna cum baby?” “Yes..yes! Daddy please- make me cum please..please—” You always begged, I mean, how could you not when Bishop was the most perfect man you’d been with.
Bishop slid one leg on top of his shoulder, his hand reaching down to rub your puffy clit. He leans to your cheek to give it a quick kiss while you were practically already screaming. “Cum baby, cum— show Daddy who’s making you feel this good.” Bishop groaned against your ear, his thrusts becoming quicker.
It hits you right there, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, drool starting to leave off the corner of your mouth and legs trembling. “Tha…Daddy— Oh! Oh!” “Yeah— who’s making you cum baby— tell me.” Bishop was growling, feeling the way your pussy was starting to squeeze him so hard, he couldn’t even control the rhythm of his thrusts. “You! You daddy..you’re making me cum.” You were sobbing, tears coming out of your eyes.
But you had to keep your promise, you couldn’t tell Bishop to stop or to go slow like other times before. So you did your next step,you encourage him to cum.
“B…” You grabbed his face with both your hands, slowly caressing his cheeks. “Please cum in me..” You whispered, clearly fucked out, feeling your brain get mushy. Bishop groaned pushing his face to your neck. He was getting close, you could feel it. His thrusts quick and losing rhythm, chasing his high.
“Daddy I- I know you want to.” You hiccuped, having him moan in response. “Keep my pussy warm, baby..keep it full B, please..please—” Bishop groaned putting his hand around your throat gently. “Take it baby— fuck— take it.” Thick hot spurts of cum were shooting inside of you, you felt your pussy overflow, felt it already dripping out of you.
“Say thank you,…thank me right fucking now baby.” “Thank you! Daddy thank you! Oh! Ohh— I want more! Please— please I want more.” It’s like you couldn’t hear yourself. You had no idea why you were begging for anymore. It didn’t hit you until now that you were approaching a second orgasm, harder than the first one.
But with how you gripped your legs tighter around Bishop and how you were basically sobbing and crying, he knew exactly why you were still begging.
“More baby? You want it all don’t you…you’re such a slut. All you come over for is for me to fuck you till’ pass out, till’ you can’t walk or think straight.” Even though his message was to degrade you, you felt nothing but praised, which it quite literally isn’t, but that’s how Bishop is, you couldn’t control that.
Your voice was gone at this point, your eyes rolled back for what felt like the million time as you chase your high. The only thing you could hear was the slow skin slapping as the two of you came from your high, yours and Bishop’s heavy breathing and moans, and some guns going off at the western movie that was still playing in the background.
Without a word, Bishop started to pull out as slowly as he could, knowing you were overly sensitive. “Shh..shh, breath baby just breath.” Bishop hushed your sobs, glancing to see your face for a minute before looking down again at your shaking thighs.
As soon as his head left your fluttering pussy, Bishop’s cum started to drip out, almost looking like a fountain falling out.
“Should’ve put a towel.” He muttered, getting off the bed and going go the bathroom. You sit up and looked over at the bathroom. You saw Bishop wetting the towel he always cleans you up with. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, turning off your do not disturb and seeing some notifications, but you focused on the time, 2:16am.
“Someone call?” You look up, Bishop wearing his sweatpants that hung slightly loose. It was always weird not seeing him in his full attire, but it felt special knowing you were one of the few people too see him like this.
“No..just checking the time.” You whispered laying back down and spreading your legs. It was a quiet agreement. Bishop rearranged your guts and then cleaned you. “I have your panties from last week. You can take any shirt.” Bishop spoke while he went back to the bathroom to drop the towel and come back with your panties in hand.
“Thank you.” You said softly, suddenly feeling shy. “Do you want water?” He asked opening his door to head to the kitchen. “Yes please.” He nodded slowly leaving. However, he knew that the moment he’d be back to the bedroom, you’d already be knocked out asleep, of course on his side of the bed. Placing the cup of water on the nightstand, he got in bed to continue watching what was 30 minutes left of the movie.
“B…” You mumbled, reaching for him but only receiving a low hum. “This is the last time.” You said in a soft tone, opening your eyes to look up at him. Slowly he looked down at you, studying your resting figure. And there you were, on your stomach hugging the pillow underneath you, wearing his shirt, slightly closing your eyes, fighting your sleep just to wait his response. He reached to caress the back of head, almost as if he was soothing you to sleep, and looked back at the TV screen.
“Last time.”
.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲
a/n: when you so horny for a character that has zero fics…
