Tiny Blurb: How Jack Abbot brings his girl back from subspace to consent to keep going…
Jack realizes you’re too worked up, his teasing driving you insane all over. He drapes his body over hers, kissing her shoulders and neck softly. "Baby..." He mumbles softly, trying to snap her back to reality. "You know I need words, sweetheart..."
Jack keeps kissing your neck and shoulders, his hands roaming your body gently. "That's it, baby... Come back to me..." He whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. He waits patiently for you to focus and ask for what you really want.
He smiles against your skin, pleased when you finally calm down enough to give him the words he needs. "That's my good girl..." He praises softly. "Now tell me what you want, baby. Use those pretty words."
He chuckles darkly when you hum. "Words, baby. I need words." He spreads your legs wider with his knees and lines his thick head up with your entrance. He teases with slow circles, not pushing in just yet.
"God, you're so fucking cute when you're begging." Jack pushes in slowly, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Is this what you need, baby? Daddy's big dick stretching out your little cunt?" He pushes in deeper, hitting the right spot and making you squeal.
CW: bit of jealous Harry, obsessive behavior, smut, banter, minor language, the nickname muffin is back (sorry not sorry) and a dash of possessive Harry.
Word Count: 6.4K
A/N: It’s been a minute since we’ve seen these two so I hope y’all enjoy a little glimpse into how your fave freaky friends to lovers duo is doing!🌟
Summary: You and Harry attend a party and it makes him just a little jealous how much attention a certain friend of yours is giving you🌟
Harry feels every muscle in his body go tense as he watches the scene in front of him unfold, his eyes hold a harsh glare as they focus on the arm that’s draped over your shoulder pulling you closer into the side of someone that Harry knows is just a friend but he also knows this happens to be a friend you’ve shared a drunken kiss with. You have a smile on your face as you laugh at something Zayn just whispered in your ear, normally the bubbly and joyous sound of your laughter has Harry’s heart melting and his face breaking out into a grin because it’s one of his favorite sounds but when it hits his ears from across the small room it just makes his jaw clench and his grip tighten on the watered down glass of whiskey in his hand all because he knows he’s not the reason behind it.
Harry is well aware that he has a nasty jealousy streak when it comes to you, even when you two were just friends he would always find himself getting irrationally upset anytime he wasn’t able to be with you but someone else like Niall or Zayn was. He knows your relationship with the handsome dark haired man that your sharing a laugh with is strictly platonic, Zayn has always been one of the few people in your life that you can count on to be there whenever you need him no matter what you need him for and he’s glad you have a friend like that but it doesn’t change the fact that as silly as he knows it sounds, Harry would much rather you only call him for anything and everything. He doesn’t like to share your attention and that’s only amplified ever since he exchanged the title of being your bestfriend for being your boyfriend almost a year ago. And now that the two of you have been living together ever since the lease ended at your tiny apartment Harry paid the last four months of rent at he has noticed that his jealousy has somehow morphed into a kind of possessiveness that drives him a bit mad when he sees other people’s eyes linger on you for a beat too long or someone lean in too closely when trying to engage in conversation with you.
It’s gotten to a point where he’s even snapped at Niall for simply placing a hand on your lower back when he was standing beside you for a photo at Amelia’s birthday dinner a few weeks back. There’s just something about you in a social setting when you’re surrounded by people that causes a prickling and burning need for Harry to stake his claim over you as if you’re some sort of thing he’s managed to win. But even as horrible as that sounds he can’t always fight off the urge to act on those feelings and it usually ends up with him dragging you away to a bathroom or a secluded corner somewhere and reminding you how good only he can make you feel, letting you return back to socializing with a blissful smile on your face and a few red blotchy marks on your neck to ward off any unwanted advances.
He does all of this because he just can’t fathom the idea of someone else not knowing you’re his, not knowing that he’s the one you’re leaving with and that he’s the only one who gets to know what it feels like to be loved by you. And by the looks of it, Harry fears he might have to make his way over to you sooner rather than later and steal you away for a bit because something about the way Zayn is so casually leaning down and whispering things to you making you smile and giggle has his blood reaching a boiling point.
“You keep looking at him like that his heads gonna explode.” Harry just rolls his eyes as Niall appears next to where he’s standing at the bar.
“And that would be a bad thing?” Harry asks without any hint of playfulness making Niall let out a laugh as Harry places his glass down on the poorly decorated bar that just has a few rose petals scattered on top of it.
“Yeah it would be a bad thing I mean look at him,” Niall motions towards you and Zayn with his hand that’s not holding a beer bottle. “He’s bloody beautiful.”
“He’s decent looking.”
“Decent? Oh fuck right off with that—we both know that man is attractive.”
“If you think he’s so fit why don’t you go over there and take my girlfriend’s place huh?—let him whisper in your ear and make you giggle like a school girl with a crush.” Harry’s harsh words have Niall slowly looking over at his bestfriend who is glaring at the side of Zayn’s head, all the angles of Harry’s face take on a harsher appearance and it all begins to click in Niall’s mind why suddenly your friendship with the tall dark and handsome man standing next to you is such an issue.
“You need to calm down before your jealousy gets you in trouble—they have been friends for years Harry and nothing has ever-”
“They kissed once.”
“What? Really? When? No—no one told me anything about a kiss.”
“I don’t know probably years ago it was a dare or something and-”
“And clearly it didn’t mean anything because she’s with you and they are still just friends.” This makes Harry let out an annoyed sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes still on Zayn as the two of you continue to talk amongst the small group of friends you’re standing in the middle of. “Seriously Harry this whole jealous boyfriend thing isn’t cute and it’s gonna piss her off if you don’t get it under control.” If Niall only knew that when Harry gets in these kinds of moods you don’t usually mind that much, because you understand that sometimes he just needs some reassurance but then again Harry hasn’t ever felt this intense of a mixture of both jealousy and possessiveness pumping through his veins like some sort of drug, and he isn’t at all sure how you’re going to handle it.
But he’s about to find out.
“Don’t worry Niall.” Harry says with a mischievous looking smile on his face as he turns to look Niall in the eye. “I have it all under control.” This makes a loud booming laugh come out of the Irishman’s mouth as Harry shoots him a wink before turning and heading in your direction while Niall just shakes his head and turns towards the bar so he doesn’t have to see whatever scene he knows Harry is about to cause.
“You have got it all wrong—Noah was never going to marry anyone else. He was in love with Allie and just Allie.” Harry grins as the sound of your voice hits his ears, he can tell by the tone of it that you’re in the middle of a very intense but still playful argument with the man next to you who Harry watches roll his eyes at you.
“I know all of that I’m saying that Allie didn’t give a fuck about our boy Noah—she was out there moving on and getting engaged so I just think he deserved better that’s all.” You let out an exaggerated huff as Zayn explains his side of things with a smile and just as Harry gets an arms length away from you Zayn reaches over and fixes the silver S pendant you wear on a delicate silver chain around your neck that’s somehow managed to flip over during the evening, seeing his hand casually graze your soft skin has Harry’s vision going red. “You look lovely tonight by the way.” Even though the way the words roll off Zayn’s tongue hold not even a tiny hint of flirtatiousness Harry can’t help but feel his hands balling up into firsts at his sides.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime babe.” Just as the petname falls out of Zayn’s mouth Harry is stepping behind you, his green eyes catch Zayn’s honey brown ones and the smile he gives Harry nearly sends him over the edge with how fake it is.
You can sense him before you feel his large hands grab onto you, having always been able to tell when Harry’s around by the way he causes all the attention in the room to be turned in his direction even if he doesn’t necessarily want it. The moment you feel the firmness of his grip when one of his hands lands on your hip you start to get an idea of what kind of mood he’s in because you know that for some reason your friendship with the man next to you has always stirred up some feelings of jealousy within Harry. But then he places his other hand on the side of your neck so his thumb can run up and down the back of it soothingly before giving it a small squeeze and it solidifies your earlier assumption about what kind of mood Harry is in and it has a small ripple of excitement spreading through your body, already knowing exactly how Harry handles his jealousy.
“Sorry to interrupt.” You hold back a laugh as you lean into Harry’s touch making a smile spread across his face as he keeps his eyes locked on Zayn. “You don’t mind if I steal her away for a moment do you?” He asks with a quirk of his brow making Zayn laugh as he gives Harry a shrug.
“Go for it mate—it’s not like she belongs to me or anything.” You look over at Zayn just in time to see him glance down at you and shoot you a little wink as he lifts his champagne glass up to his lips because you’re not the only one who is aware of what is happening in this situation and sometimes Zayn just can’t help himself when it comes to how easy it is to rile Harry up.
“Exactly.” Harry’s tone holds a harsh edge to it and you feel his grip on your hip tighten causing the silky material of your pink sparkly dress to bunch up under his fingertips. You don’t even have time to tell Zayn bye before Harry is giving your hip a small push so you start walking in his desired direction, his hand doesn’t leave your neck as your feet start moving but he lets his hand drop away from your hip so he can reach over and grab the drink out of your hand that you’re only halfway done with.
“I wasn’t done with that.” You tell him with a pout when he places it on an empty table as the two of you walk by, Harry lets out a small chuckle as he leans down so his lips are next to your ear.
“Don’t worry baby—I’ll get you another one when we’re done.” You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as his words make your mind start to swirl with all the possibilities of what he could possibly mean, his voice is deep and you don’t miss the lust filled husky undertone to it that has your core starting to throb with a familiar sense of anticipation.
“Okay.” Harry doesn’t need to see your face to know you’re started to get flustered, your breathy mumble gives it all away making him smile as he leans down further so he can place a quick kiss to the top of your shoulder, his lips are warm against your skin that’s visible thanks to the thin strap of your knee length dress that Harry bought for you to wear just for this occasion.
“Have I told you today how much I love you?” He asks as he continues to steer you towards a dark hallway with a door at the end of it that leads to a stairwell and only has one dimly lit light on the wall above a picture of the New York City skyline.
“No I—I don’t think you have?” You say with a light tease to your voice making Harry just let out a hum in response.
“Well that just won’t do will it? Considering this whole dumb party is meant to be about love and all that.” Harry looks around to make sure no one is paying the two of you too much unwanted attention before he moves so he can push open the door letting you walk into the stairwell that’s only lit with a few fluorescent lights, their low buzz being the only sound in the enclosed space.
“It is not dumb you just don’t like the fact Zayn beat you to the idea of hosting a Valentine’s Day party.” Harry’s eyes darken as the other man’s name falls out of your mouth as you step into the stairwell with him following behind you and before you can even fully get the last word out and turn around to face him, he’s using his grip on your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.
Your eyes shut as his lips move against yours feverishly, his tongue swipes across your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. Your hands tangle into his hair and you don’t even hear the door shut as Harry manages to maneuver the two of you into the corner of the the stairwell until you feel your back being pressed up against the wall with his back facing the door blocking anyone’s view of you if they happen to step out needing some air or to leave the party in a hurry. Harry’s hands gives your sides a squeeze before traveling down your body until he’s grabbing at the skirt of your dress and pushing it up towards your hips, you feel him smile against your lips when you automatically spread your legs enough for him to fit between.
“This is such a nice dress.” He mumbles against the skin of your jaw. “Know you like to be a little messy but we don’t wanna ruin it now do we muffin?”
Your mind starts to go fuzzy as Harry calls you the petname he now saves for very specific situations because it serves as a reminder of how he still happily continues to pay your way through life, and sometimes it can plant a seed of guilt that grows into a toxic vine that latches onto every innocent gift or small token of his love for you and turns it into something that leaves you feeling unworthy and creates an ever growing list of things you feel you haven’t earned and surely don’t deserve. But Harry knows you well enough to know that slipping it into moments like this, when he has his hands on you and his lips peppering kisses all over your neck it will only have you further melting into his touch and turn you desperate for more of him and that’s exactly how Harry likes you, desperate for him.
Especially when he’s losing the battle against his jealousy.
“N—no don’t want to ruin it because y—you bought it for me and it’s so pretty.” You whisper as one of Harry’s hands slides between your legs softly rubbing his thumb over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Your words have Harry holding back a grin as his lips find yours for a kiss that’s too quick for your liking making you poke your bottom lip out in a pout when he pulls away and locks eyes with you.
“You know I love buying pretty things for you baby.” His tone is soft as he drags his hand higher up your thigh, he lets out a deep sigh that turns into a dark chuckle as he rests his forehead on top of your shoulder. “Fuckin’ hell muffin why is it you never wear anything underneath dresses like this?” Your hands grab onto his shoulders as he turns his head so his lips are only a breath away from the sensitive skin of your neck while his thumb expertly finds your clit, rubbing over it in slow circles that has your head leaning back against the wall. “I buy you all those cute little sets and yet most of the time all I find is your bare drippy little cunt underneath all your pretty dresses and skirts—why is that hmmm?” He asks as he slips his index finger into your needy center making you arch into him, his hand on your hip keeps you still when you start to buck your hips as his thumb increases its pressure on your bundle of nerves.
“Because I—I want you to be able to-” a low moan cuts off the rest of your sentence as Harry adds his middle finger and starts to slowly slip his thick digits in and out of your wetness.
“Want me to be able to what sweetheart?” He asks as he presses his lips to the top of your shoulder, he feels your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders as he quickens the pace of his fingers.
“To touch me.” You answer with a soft moan as Harry adds a third finger letting you get hit with the welcomed stretch you always feel with the thickness of his fingers being tucked inside you making a gentle warmth spread through you.
“Hmmm I don’t know muffin I think you do it so I can do a little more than just touch you—we’ve been in this situation before haven’t we?” He teases as he keeps your hip pinned to the wall not allowing you to try and match the pace of his fingers that he has pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace that’s turning your dull need for him into a blazing hunger. “Tell me the truth.” His eyes find yours as he quickens his pace, curving his fingers in the way he knows will have you willing to do or say whatever he wants because a tiny part of you is worried if you don’t he’ll stop and put an end to how good it makes you feel.
“I want—want you to f—fuck me that’s why I do—do it.” Your words come out a muttered mess as Harry pulls you closer and closer to the edge of your release with each movement of his wrist that drags his fingers out of you and then pushes them back into your achy center.
“You always want me to fuck you while we are out like this—always need me to make you feel good even if it’s in some random bedroom at a party or in the bathroom of a club you’re always so needy for me aren’t you baby?” His words have memories of the two of you in very similar situations playing in your head and Harry can’t help but smile as he feels you start to clench around his thick fingers. “You like it when other people can hear how good I make you feel don’t you muffin?” You can only manage to nod as Harry’s hold on your hip loosens just enough that you can grind down onto his hand making you let out a loud moan that bounces off the cold walls letting the soft echo of your voice hit Harry’s ears.
Your head leans back against the wall and Harry can’t help but get lost in the sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked center, so much so that he misses the very telling moan of his name that falls from your mouth that usually signals him you are only moments away from your undoing. But lucky for him Harry has gotten to know your body better than anyone and he can sense how close you are based on the way your walls start fluttering around his fingers and your hips keep jerking uncontrollably while your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders. Harry pumps his thick digits into your warm wet cunt, his eyes darken as he watches your face twist up in pleasure but then he has to fight off a smirk when your mouth forms a small pout when he doesn’t make any moves to continue the delicious pace he was thrusting his fingers in just a few moments ago.
“Tell me baby who is it that can get you this wet and messy with just a few fingers?” His voice holds that certain edge to it that has your insides trembling. “I know you’re close—I know all you need is for me to wiggle my fingers and you’ll be making such a mess it’ll be dripping down my wrist before you’re even done chanting my name.” His breath is hot on your neck as he whispers in your ear before sticking the tip of his tongue out and licking a delicate stripe down the side of your jaw making you let out a breathy moan. “So just be a good little muffin and tell me—who makes you such a pretty mess like this?” Harry can’t help himself but to press his lips into yours when you pucker them for a quick kiss as he drags his lips over the smooth skin of your jaw.
“You—you do.” Harry shakes his head and lets out a disapproving sound at your rushed answer.
“What’s my name baby?” He asks quietly as your knees threaten to give out as he gives his fingers a small wiggle while pushing them deeper into your center, the metal of his rings sending a pleasant shiver through you as they get tucked up against your entrance.
“H—Harry.” Your voice is shaky and Harry smiles to himself as one of your hands grabs at the back of his neck while you move your hips to create a delicious friction with his thumb that’s pressed against your clit.
“Little louder muffin—know you can do better than that.” He teases as he adds more pressure to your bundle of nerves sending a shock wave through you that has your eyes snapping closed and your hand tangling into Harry’s hair as the thin cord that was holding you together snaps.
“Harry—oh fuck Harry Harry—oh oh god.” Your loud cry of his name mixed with a few moans has a grin spreading across Harry’s face as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, his grip on your hip and your hand on his shoulder and in his hair the only things keeping you from crumbling to the floor as your orgasm plows into you like a freight train. “D—don’t stop Harry oh please—please don’t stop.” Your voice is pleading and desperate sounding as his lips place little kisses to the top of your shoulder as he fucks his fingers in and out of you trying to prolong your moment of pleasure for as long as he can. He lets out a throaty groan when your hand gives his hair a harsh tug before you rest your forehead on his shoulder, finally feeling the fog of your climax rising as you try to catch your breath while he slowly slides his fingers from your center. “W—want more Harry—please.” Harry has to close his eyes as your hand slides off his shoulder and starts to travel down his chest, he lets out a moan when your palm lays flat against his painfully hard cock that’s being held back by the black slacks of his suit.
“God I wanna fuck you so bad baby—stuff your greedy little hole full of my big cock—make you walk around all night with me dripping down your thighs.” You hear him let out a deep groan as your hands work open his belt and undo his zipper.
“Want that so bad Harry—please.” Normally you begging for Harry to fuck you would have him turning to putty in your hands and make him do anything you wanted but he has always had a rule about not doing certain things in public and giving you his cock is one of them.
“I want to baby trust me I want to so bad but—not here muffin—” he tells you with a kiss to your pouty lips. “I’ll let you ride me in the car on the way home since we have a driver for tonight—know you love to bounce on my cock.” He hears you let out a sad whine when he pulls away making him let out a little chuckle as he moves his hand from your hip so he can fix his pants, but just as he’s about to pull up the zipper you’re pulling him down by the back of his neck so your lips are near his ear.
“Please Harry—I’ll be so good and let the whole party know only you and your big fat cock get to fuck my pretty pussy—please let me have it.” Your filthy words have Harry pushing all his usual rules to the side as you pull away just enough to look him in his lust filled eyes just before he presses his lips against yours in a rough and hungry kiss. His hands are grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to his chest, your hands grab hold of his pink dress shirt that perfectly matches your dress and you let out a small squeak that Harry just swallows down as he suddenly turns the two of you and starts to walk you backwards until your lower back meets something cold and metal.
“Turn around.” He demands softly as he pulls away from your heated kiss, you don’t hesitate to do what he says and you feel your heart start to beat harder when you realize he has you pressed against a half wall with a handrail, the wall separates the level of the stairwell the two of your are currently on from the set of stairs that will take you to the lower levels. “I never have been able to say no to you have I baby?” He says with a sigh as his hands make quick work of pushing the skirt of your dress up over your hips, you feel him press his lips to the back of your neck as you place your palms flat against the cold concrete wall. You feel a tingling of excitement and anticipation as the sound of Harry messing with his slacks hits your ears before his hand that isn’t holding your dress up gently pushes at your back encouraging you to bend over.
“Got me so obsessed with you and your perfect cunt that I’ll do anything you want.” You let out a gasp that turns into a soft moan as you feel Harry grab the soft flesh of your ass giving it a harsh squeeze, he lets out a deep groan as you feel him drag the leaky tip of his hard cock back and forth through your slick folds teasingly nudging at your entrance making you whine as you clench around nothing. “No whining muffin—you wanted this remember? You wanted my cock so bad so you’ll take whatever I give you.” You feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as he gives you one harsh thrust pushing his thick cock deep into your needy cunt. “Shit baby I’m not even all the way in and I can feel you squeezing me already.” You let out a loud moan as his hand gives your ass a squeeze before grabbing your other hip, Harry groans as he looks down and watches the rest of his length disappear into your wetness pressing his hips up against your backside letting you only get a moment to adjust to the familiar fullness of him before he’s pulling his hips back just enough to slam back into you.
“Oh fuck.” You moan as you lean forward so Harry can hit deeper with each harsh thrust, before you can even think twice you press your cheek against the wall and let out a sigh at the sensation of the cold wall against your warm skin.
“Be good for me muffin and let this whole building know who fucks you so good—tell everyone whose big cock you love so much.” His voice is rough as his grip on your hips tighten and he pounds into your at a relentless pace making your chest bounce with each harsh thrust, the strap of your dress slips off your shoulder causing one of your breasts to fall out but you don’t have it in you to care, only being able to focus on Harry and how you can practically feel him everywhere and loving how overwhelming he is.
“Sh—shit oh god—Harry.” You cry out his name as his hand reaches around and cups your breast in his hand, your eyes squeeze closed as he rubs the pad of his thumb over your pebbled nipple before giving it a pinch with his thumb and index finger. “Harry—please please Harry—oh yes.” You don’t really know what you’re saying as he moves your hips to match his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin mixed with the squelching of your soaked cunt as Harry pumps his fat cock in and out of you is obscene and the thought of anyone hearing it sends a shiver of excitement down your spine.
“So good baby doing so fucking good for me—love your pussy so much god it’s so perfect and takes my cock so well.” He pants as his pace gets sloppy, you lean your head back as he leans over so his lips can press against the top of your shoulder as he circles your nipple with his thumb. “Know you’re close baby—be my messy little muffin and soak my cock so I can give you what you really want.” His voice is low as he kisses his way up your neck, you let out a soft moan as the tip of his cock nudges the spot deep inside you that has you pushing your hips back into him and your eyes rolling back.
“Shit—Harry.” He can’t help but grin as you cry out his name as your walls start to flutter and clench around him, he moves his hand to your lower tummy helping you keep upright as you get hit with your release.
“Fuck baby—shit I’m so close.” Your mind is foggy as Harry keeps up his brutal pace while he lets go of your dress so he can reach out and interlock his fingers with one of your hands that’s against the wall. “Tell me how bad you want it muffin—let me hear how much you want me to fill your needy cunt up.” His breath is warm on your skin as he presses his hips firmly against your ass letting feel him throbbing deep inside you.
“Want it so bad—need it Harry please please let me have it I want it so—so bad please.” You beg as his lips press against your neck, you moan his name when you feel his teeth lightly nip at your ear.
“Okay baby—I’ll give it to you.” His voice is soothing as if he wasn’t the one that asked you to beg for him and it hold a gentleness to it, not at all matching the situation the two of you are in and in a tender moment you feel his hand give yours a squeeze before he moans your name over and over in your ear as he start to pump you full of his release. You let out a soft moan as you feel the addictive warmth that spreads throughout your whole body as he slowly rolls his hips into you dragging out the bliss of your climax until your muddled thoughts start to uncloud themselves.
“Oh wow.” You breath out with a laugh making Harry smile as he lets go of your hand so he can grab your hips and slowly start to pull out of you, he fixes his pants before kneeling down just enough so he can see the mixture of your releases slowly leaking out of your glistening hole. “Don’t be a perv Harry.” He lets out a laugh as he reaches a hand out and swipes the tip of his index finger through your folds so he can gather some of the mixture up so he can get a little taste, not being able to control himself when it comes to getting to sample the delicious way the two of your releases taste when mixed together.
“It’s not pervy if it’s my girlfriend’s cunt I’m staring at.”
“Okay well you have your girlfriend’s cunt on display so can you maybe-” your words get cut off by Harry’s hands pulling your dress back down over your ass while you adjust the top of it making sure your straps are secure on tops of your shoulders.
“I love you baby—so so so much.” He mumbles as he turns you around so he can cup the sides of your face. “Sorry I got a little jealous—I think I got it all out of my system now.” You roll your eyes as he leans down to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.
“I love you too Harry.” You tell him as he pulls away with a smile on his face. “I kinda like it when you get jealous—even if it is silly because you know Zayn is-”
“Baby please don’t say another man’s name while my cum is literally dripping down your legs.” You let out a scoff and swat at his chest making him laugh as he drops his hands to your waist.
“You are so annoying.”
“I know—now come on let’s get back to this lame party.”
“You think anyone heard us?” Harry rubs his lips together to hold back a smirk as he grabs your hand and walks towards the door that leads back to the party.
“No I’m sure no one heard us—or at least not enough to actually know what was really going on.” You roll your eyes as he opens the door for you.
“Just for that I’m going to have a shot at the bar with Zayn and Niall while you go wash your hands.” Harry pokes his bottom lip out into a pout as the two of you walk down the dark hallway and back towards the party.
“So bossy.” He huffs as he leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I like it.” You giggle as he gives your hip a pinch before letting go of your hand so he can search for the nearest restroom to wash up. “Behave yourself while I’m gone baby.” He says with a wink making you just wave him off with a roll of your eyes.
“Yeah yeah whatever go away.” You mumble slipping back into the lighthearted and teasing way the two of you talk to one another as he heads off in the opposite direction of you.
“I don’t know love I think it has to be the red one.” You quirk a brow at Harry as he gets situated between your legs in the oversized bathtub that he pouted and all but begged to join you in after getting home from Zayn’s Valentine’s Day party. “He’s way better than the blue one and—well he just looks the coolest.” He adds as you wrap your arms around his shoulders making the warm bubble filled water slosh around the edge of the tub.
“You are so wrong—the white power ranger is the coolest one but the black one is the one who looks the best.” You argue making him roll his eyes as he leans his head back so it’s resting on his shoulder while you run your fingers up and down his chest.
“How are you even saying that when yellow is your favorite?”
“Because I know yellow is a badass but I also know that when it comes to looks no one is beating black.” This makes Harry laugh as his hands soothing run up and down the sides of your thighs.
“I hope these are the types of things we argue about when we’re old and gray.” Harry’s voice is smooth and gives you a feeling of comfort as his words wrap around you like a warm hug.
“You think you’ll still want to be with me when we’re all old and wrinkly?” Your question has Harry sitting up so he can turn around and press his back against the other side of the tub, his hands immediately reaching out for you so he can pull you into his lap making you giggle as the water splashes over the edge of the tub just a bit with the movement.
“There’s never going to be a time when I won’t want to be with you—I’m afraid you’re truly stuck with me until I die.” He tells you softly as his hands rest on your hips. “I love you too much to ever want to live without you.” He adds as he leans in and presses his lips to your forehead.
“I love you too but—wait did you say until you die? As in you plan on dying first?” Harry just shrugs as your hands rest on his chest.
“Well yeah? There’s no way in hell I’m living in a world where you’re not alive so I have to go first.”
“Harry that’s so—oddly romantic but also very narcissistic.” He gives you a dimpled grin and he leans down so his lips are just a breath away from yours.
“I know—that’s kinda my whole thing though isn’t it? Romantically narcissistic.” You don’t even get to finish rolling your eyes before he’s pressing a kiss to your lips that has you smiling against him before pulling away.
“You really are so annoying.”
“Maybe so but at least my favorite power ranger isn’t the yellow one.”
bro IS lowkey the kinda guy to guide your hips when you ride him, his neck and face all flushed as he whines and groans, wiping your tears and telling you how good of a job your doing.
tags: mdni!! smut, age gap (30s/50s), first time anal, tinsy bit of pain but pedro is soo sweet, fluffy pedro, bf pedro, rimming, pussy eating, anal fingering, unprotected p in a sex (don’t do that cos we don’t want any stds this halloween), clitoral orgasm and anal creampie.
summary: you ask pedro if he’d like to try something different in the bedroom.
it was the kind of morning that just made everything feel easy.
no schedule, no shoots or filming, just the white sheets wrapped around the both of you and pedro to yourself.
it was rare really — having days like this. pedro — your boyfriend — worked too damn hard for his own good, always having a shoot to attend, a set to be at or an interview to go to. a man like him with a public image like that rarely had time to spend with his girl, but this morning things were different, and you had something on your mind.
pedro was still asleep, sprawled out on his stomach, bare biceps on display and an arm thrown lazily across your waist as he snored softly into the pillow, a habit you’d grown to love about him despite your misophonia.
you gently removed his arm from your waist, rolling him over onto his back and smiling softly when he grunted at the movement in his sleep.
you took a second to just admire him. relaxed, sleeping, yours. his hair was mussed from bed, his tanned face screwed up a little from whatever dream he must’ve been having. you reached over and ran a hand through his messy curls, scratching gently at his scalp and watching the way he leaned into your touch like a purring cat.
you swung a leg over his hip, straddling him without putting your full weight on him. you leaned down and kissed around his chest, kissing a circle around one of his nipples. “wake up,” you whispered, smiling when he groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open.
“mmm,” he hummed softly, shaking his head no.
“mhm,” you nodded, kissing your way back up to his mouth. you pressed your mouth to his own, being met with a soft groan. “wakey wakey.” you mumbled against his lips.
“mm,” he pulled back and squeezed his eyes shut. “i’ll wake up if it’s you telling me that we’re staying in bed all day.” he offered stubbornly, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.
“well, it’s something along those lines, actually. just a little.. less lazy.”
that made him crack an eye open.
a cheeky looking smile crossed his face as he rolled you both over, climbing on top of you with a grunt. “really?” he chuckled, looking like a damn kid in a candy store. “what kinda something were you thinking?” he asked, resting his chin on one of your covered breasts.
you flushed, swallowing thickly as you suddenly felt extremely nervous about what you were going to ask him. he was your boyfriend and you’d been together for almost two years now yet you still hadn’t the balls to ask him to fuck your ass straight up.
it was different, taboo even, doing something as out of the ordinary as this. you giggled and brought both hands up to cover your face, shaking your head in embarrassment.
pedro barked out a laugh, peppering kisses around your clothed chest and smushing his nose into your t-shirt. “please tell me — pretty please?”
“it’s embarrassing.” you whined.
pedro sighed through his nose and reached up to peel your palms away from your face, being met with your red cheeks.
god, you were adorable.
“c’mon, tell me. it doesn’t matter what it is, I promise i won’t laugh.” he said gently, his wide, playful smile drifting into a much softer, coaxing one. he brought one of your hands to his face and pressed a kiss to one of your knuckles.
you huffed, taking a breath to stabilise yourself a little. “okay. but before I say it, i promise it’s okay if you aren’t into it, it’s just.. i’ve never done it before and i thought it’d be fun.” you breathed.
“okay..” he replied, coaxing you to continue.
you brought a hand down to run through his hair, almost as if you just needed something to keep your hand busy to stop the overwhelming embarrassment you were feeling about asking this fucking question. “i was just wondering if you’d wanna try like.. anal? like I’ve heard it can feel really good if you prep properly and.. have good technique or whatever.”
pedro blinked, not put off just clearly not expecting.. that.
he wasn’t opposed to it, god there was nothing he’d love more than to try it. but there was always that worry about not doing it right and hurting you somehow. that would be last goddamn thing he’d wanna do. but then again, it wasn’t his first rodeo. he had done it before with some other people before you and.. no complaints.
you both weren’t complete strangers to butt stuff after all. matter of fact, sometimes if pedro had you on your belly while he was eating your pussy, sometimes he’d slide up and give your asshole a teasing lick or gentle kiss. or if he was fucking you in doggy style, sometimes he’d slick his finger up and thumb at your ass a little. and you seemed to enjoy it, clearly a lot considering you wanted him to go all the way with you.
“well?” you asked a little impatiently, clearly stressed about his silence.
“shit, yeah, sorry baby. i was just thinking.” he apologised, pressing a kiss just over your heart. “i mean, if this is something you seriously want to do, i’m totally behind it. but I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
your throat tightened a little at how sickeningly tender he always was with things like this. always putting your comfort first.
“i promise it’s what i want.” you whispered.
pedro smirked, stroking the apple of your cheek with his thumb. “well, you know i’ll give you anything you want.”
“you’re sure?” pedro asked for the thousandth time as he kissed his way down your lower back. you were now sprawled on your hands and knees, t-shirt off and in just your cotton panties from last night as pedro pressed some extra kisses around your hips, still in his attire from last night which included just a pair of boxers.
“absolutely positive, pedro.” you replied with a giggle, appreciating his checking up all the same. it was nice to know that there wasn’t any rush. that you could both take as much time as you needed and that you didn’t have to hesitate to stop him if you felt you needed to.
“okay,” he whispered, settling on his knees behind you and gently tugging on the waistband of your underwear. “can we take these off?”
you let out a dreamy sigh and arched back into his hand. “uh huh. yes please, baby.” you muttered, knowing he needed to hear your words.
“good girl.” he praised before trailing your underwear down your backside and thighs until you were completely bare for him — pussy and asshole uncovered, your pretty opening glistening with arousal that must have been building all morning, your other hole practically winking at him.
“you’re so beautiful back here, baby,” he murmured, spreading open your cheeks and leaning in to press a kiss to your already-slick clit. “wanna eat your pussy and pretty little ass before i get started with my cock. does that sound good?”
“yeah.. sounds so good.” you heard the click of a plastic bottle open — the lube that pedro had picked up a while back that you’d both barely used. it was cherry flavoured, which you found kinda cute. at least then he could taste you while slicking you up. you also found it adorable that he’d picked your favourite flavour in candy for the lubricant.
pedro shook the bottle a little before pouring out some of the oily liquid over your asshole and pussy — not that your cunt really needed it, you always succeeded in making a mess for him. you moaned at the feeling of the hot oil spilling over your most intimate areas, the tingling sensation of your asshole when the oil settled into it.
pedro leaned in, taking his time in licking a stripe all the way from your clit to your tight, relatively untouched ring of muscle. he lingered there a little — flattening his tongue and moving his head around in circles. you clenched a little at the still pretty foreign feeling but when you felt Pedro’s hand travel up to the back of your thigh, stroking the skin there every so gently, you released that tension, letting out a breathy moan as you allowed yourself to feel that tingling sensation as his tongue licked around your hole.
his hand came up to your clit, gently rolling ir between two of his fingers as his tongue lapped up your asshole. the double stimulation was enough to make you drop your head into your folded arms, back arching into his face while he ate you like a man starved.
“oh, pedro,” you cried softly, feeling him trail his lips back down to your aching core and latching his lips around your clit, suckling gently while circling your asshole with his thumb. “feel’s so good.”
“i’m so glad, baby,” he murmured against your cunt, pressing his thumb a little harder to the taut ring of muscles. his thumb managed to slide past that ring with the lubrication from before. it was no more than inch if even but still felt a little sharp. more of an achy sting as he held his thumb there, giving you some time to adjust and focusing on that bundle of nerves. suckling and flicking it with his tongue. “just wanna work you open a little, okay? I don’t want you to be in pain.”
you let out a sharp breath but quickly relaxed into the feeling, distracted from the stimulation on your sensitive clit. pedro took the opportunity to slide the rest of his thumb in, being met with barely any resistance from your now relaxed muscles. “jesus, baby. been waiting so long to play with this ass.” he moaned, pulling back and letting a drop of saliva fall onto your clit. his hand came down on your ass in a playful, gentle smack and he watched as your cheeks jiggled from the impact.
you giggled into your arms but your laughing was cut short when you felt pedro wiggle his thumb a little in your asshole. the sensation was so much different than vaginal penetration. it felt.. full and sensitive. like every twitch of his finger could make you collapse in the best way possible. surprisingly, there wasn’t any pain but you were almost sure there would be when pedro used his cock to stretch you.
he wasn’t huge, relatively average — probably around six inches when he was hard, but he had some girth to him. he was thick and sometimes if you both spontaneously decided to fuck, you would struggle with the stretch of his cock head.
but you knew pedro, and you trusted him with this. he was always patient when it came to sex — never rushing.
“want you t’take my ass.” you gasped suddenly, turning your head just enough for him to see your flushed face. he seemed to pause — clearly hesitant to do so just yet.
“please, pedro i know you wanna prepare me a little more but i need your cock so bad and i — ” pedro cut your babbling off, removing his thumb from your ass and peppering gentle kisses around the slightly gaping hole to soothe you.
“shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” he hushed. “i’ll give it you, but i need you to relax, for me, baby. can you do that for me?” he asked, rolling you off of your stomach and onto your back so he could face you.
you looked up at him as he crawled on top of you, taking a second to just take it all in. you looked down at the bulge in his boxers and, god you just couldn’t help yourself. your hand slid down his belly until it cupped his length through the thin fabric of his black underwear. you heard him stifle a groan under his breath. you felt him throb through the layer of clothing, clearly painfully hard from eating your pussy and ass.
the thing about pedro was that he was a pleaser — something he so gracefully decided to tell the whole world in a fucking interview with dakota and chris. he got off on making you feel good. it was just in his nature.
a lazy smile crossed your lips when you felt him twitch in your hand. you pulled down the waistband of his boxers just enough to free his cock and aching balls. the sight could’ve made you drool. you didn’t think you’d ever get used to seeing his cock leak all over itself. “you’re so hard, baby. is this all for my ass?” you asked in that sultry tone that you knew drove him wild.
he choked on a laugh when he felt your hand wrap around his base, giving him an experimental stroke. “shit, sweetheart — it’s all for you.” his lips pressed against your own in a messy, slightly sloppy kiss — his tongue licking into your eager mouth. when he finally pulled back, he was breathless, mouth swollen and eyes wild.
“need to push your legs up for me, baby.” he explained, settling himself between your legs and folding your knees up to your chest, leaning down and and hooking your feet on either side of his neck.
he was lucky you did yoga — folding you up like a goddamn pretzel.
he took his cock between two fingers, notching his tip at your entrance but not quite pushing in, just getting you used to the feeling of that heaviness against your opening. he used his dick’s head to circle around your ring of nerves sending a tingly sensation up your spine.
you dropped your head back into the pillows, a breathy moan escaping your now parted, pink lips. “feel’s tingly,” you hummed, wrapping both your arms underneath your knees.
pedro smiled down at you, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube to slick you up even more. he squeezed the bottle, the cherry oil spilling down onto both your holes. he used his cock to massage the lube into your tight opening and rubbed the excess over his length. “good tingly?” he asked, pushing his hips forward while asking the question, almost as if he was using his words to distract you from that initial stretch.
a sharp gasp was punched out of your lungs at the painful sensation of your opening being stretched around his tip. it was kind of like having freezing cold hands and running them under hot water — that initial shock and burn on your skin that would eventually fade into relief, your body eventually allowing that heat to envelop your skin.
“hey — hey, look at me.” he coaxed, using one of his hands to tilt your chin up to meet his face. he looked and sounded worried. “you okay? we can stop if you need to there’s no pr — ”
“nonono want you to keep going.” you gasped, tears welling up in your waterline. as much as the stretch was uncomfortable, there was a part of you that sort of enjoyed that twinge of pain and sensitivity.
“you’re sure?” he asked, reaching down to press a thumb on your clit.
“m’sure.. please pedro..” you cried.
pedro didn’t waste any more time.
as soon as he felt your muscles relax around his aching dick, he thrusted his hips forward in one, slightly harsh thrust, completely knocking the wind out of you.
you shut your eyes and focused on the building pressure in your lower stomach, feeling the way his cock twitched inside of your sensitive ass. you felt incredibly full, his member pressing against the untouched walls of your butt, stimulating your g-spot — something you weren’t even aware was possible.
one of your hands flew down to the mattress to fist the sheets, needing something to hold onto. “yes, baby..” you whispered, feeling extremely aroused from how intimate yet perverse the whole situation was. it felt so addictive that you wished he could fuck both your holes at the same time. you just wanted to feel him everywhere.
pedro’s voice cracked at the new feeling. “tan jodidamente apretado, nena,” he groaned. you moaned as if you had any idea what he’d just said. he always sounded so sexy when he spoke spanish that he could literally be telling you to hang yourself and you’d still squeeze his cock.
the lube made things much smoother and for a second your mind dipped to how awful it must feel for people using spit. pedro pulled back a couple inches and rocked his way back in — an experimental thrust.
you couldn’t stop yourself.
a loud sob escaped right from your chest. “oh my god,”
a cocky smile looked back at you. “yeah? you starting to feel good now, baby?”
you nodded eagerly. “yeah, yeah don’t stop.” you said in more of a whine than anything. the feeling was still so intense, so foreign that it had your legs trembling, your feet digging into his shoulders.
pedro seemed surprised at how quickly you were relaxing into the feeling. he started to draw those circles that you enjoyed ever so much on your clit, his sole goal being to get you to cum from his dick in your ass.
one of his thick arms wrapped around both your legs as he fucked in and out of your asshole, feeling the way you started to twitch and clench around him. his thumb worked over time on your clit — circling, pressing, rubbing, whatever he thought would feel best in that moment.
“are you going to cum for me?” he asked breathlessly, starting to fuck you brutally that you were sure you’d be a ruin of a woman by the time he was done with you. “gonna cum with my cock in this ass?”
the sounds you were making now were anything but dainty and cute. borderline porn star sounding moans being ripped from your throat. your whole body was buzzing, the headboard slamming against the wall in such a way that made you ever so grateful that you didn’t have neighbours.
“gonna cum, gonna cum on your-your cock,” you hiccuped, tears messily streaming down your face as you felt that familiar feeling in your core.
something you could only describe as a scream left your lungs as the brutal orgasm washed over you. your whole body shook with the impact and intensity of it all, your eyes rolling back in your head as you went silent.
you weren’t even sure what kind of orgasm it was. whether it was clitoral or vaginal, you didn’t know. what you did know though, was that it was the signal most overwhelming climax you’d ever felt.
and pedro was there to catch you.
fucking your quivering hole through it as he now started to focus on reaching the big o himself. “oh my god, honey. just squeezing me so tight. gonna fucking cream this ass, baby. gonna fill you — ”
the next thing you knew, he was flooding your butt with his hot, creamy cum, filling you with every last drop.
it made a tear fall down your cheek. a helpless sob leave your mouth.
you weren’t sure how long you both lay there — it could’ve been hours for all you knew.
pedro had since collapsed on top of you, his cock nestled inside you between those pretty cheeks. he’d let you drop you legs down though so you were comfortable. the gentleman as always.
both his arms were wrapped around your middle, face pressed between your breasts occasionally moving to press a kiss or suck to one of your nipples.
“that was..” your voice trailed off, not quite sure of what to make of the whole ordeal. you were sure you’d both be spending the day in bed eating uber eats considering your.. situation. you were sure that if you even attempted to walk down the stairs you would collapse in a matter of seconds.
pedro chuckled, nosing the soft skin between your boobs. “peachy?”
you burst out in a fit of unexpected giggles. “yeah, something like that.”
okay.. wow. this took fucking years off me. I don’t why I got such huge writers block for such an easy storyline?! anyways, hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are all greatly appreciated! happy kinktober everyone👻🎃
♡ summary: you hurt your knee and the only one who can heal you is daddy
୨୧ cw: ddlg, daddy kink, praise kink, thumb sucking, a bit of oral sex? unprotected sex, creampie, reader has no self-control, cock worshipping, joel is the sweetest daddy ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
you were sitting on joel’s lap, face pressed into his chest, crying, your sobs muffling against his shirt. his arms were around you, holding you tight, one of his hands was on your back, smoothing up and down, wishing he could take away your pain.
"shh, baby girl," he said softly. "you're okay."
"it hurts," you said between sobs.
"i know it does," joel said, rocking you just a little. "but i need to take a look at that knee. can’t help you if i don’t see it."
you shook your head, clutching tighter at his flannel, not wanting to move, not wanting to let him go cause despite the pain, you felt safe right there, just hearing reassurances... and you know it will really hurt when he heal your wound.
he sighed softly, tilting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. "trust me, baby. let daddy see, hm? promise i’ll be careful."
between shaky breaths, you nodded.
he left you on the bed, sitting. then he knelt in front of you, and god knows only you could make him kneel, for whatever reason, if he has to, he does, for you. for his girl.
your cheeks were still damp, eyes glassy, little hiccups and to joel, it was the most adorable sight.
"alright," he said. "this might hurt a little, so i need you to be brave for me, okay?"
you sniffled and nodded.
and it hurt, a lot. you were gripping to the sheets the entire time, but as promised, you were brave for him.
he worked carefully and he was also murmuring little comforts the whole time. every time you winced, he whispered, "i know, baby, almost done… you’re doin’ so good for me."
he pressed a tiny kiss above the scrap once he was done.
"that’s it," he praised. "such a brave girl."
that put a small smile on your face. joel gently rubbed his palm over your thigh and looked up at you. "it's gonna be okay."
"thank you, daddy."
he stood up to put the aid-kit back in the drawer. you lift your leg to see how was the scrap, your dress hitched by your hips and by the position, when joel turned to you again, he could see your panties. the soft pink panties he likes so much, specially for how soft your flesh feels over them, the cotton with your soft skin, all for him to enjoy.
this time couldn't be an exception.
still standing, he cupped your cheek. "you did good, love," he said.
you pouted. "it hurts."
the way you were looking at him, your blotchy face, the way your knee was almost bleeding, the way your lip trembled. and most of all, the way your panty settled. his sweet girl was hurting. and he's got exactly what you need.
"i know," he drawled. "i know what'll make you feel better."
"cuddles?" you asked.
"yeah, that comes after," he chuckled. "what you need now..." he said holding your leg by your foot, gently. "is daddy's special kisses."
your cheeks warmed and you immediately lied on the bed. you know what that means. and joel, of course, he's always soft when it comes to you.
he started pressing his lips on your toes, which only made you giggle because his beard tickled you, and god knows that's his favorite sound in the whole damn world. even more now, that all he's been hearing is your crying, so he didn't stop. you were squirming, giggling non-stop while he grazed his beard over your foot.
"daddy stop!" you said between laughter.
he chuckled and moved to your ankles, then to the wound, he peppered kisses around it, making you hiss, but it didn't hurt. not at all.
and then, "can i get special treatment?" you asked in a sheepish voice.
"yeah?" he hummed, amused. "we talked about control the other day, sweet girl."
you gripped to the sheets. "but i haven't touched myself these days," you shook your head. "and my panties are not wet."
joel sighed, cause the other day, he had to have a talk with you, since he always came home to you on the bed, touching yourself. and the truth is, you had no self-control when it came to pleasure, you were just doing it if you felt like it. wether you were watching a movie on the couch, you'd slip a hand in your panties, when you were cuddling, you'd wiggle your hips until he was hard so you could rub your slit on his erection. not to talk about how much you love having sex with him, how much you love to suck him off, how much you worship his body, kneeled for him, doing what he says, you love being commanded for him.
you always want an orgasm. you have no self control, and so, he talked to you about it. not in a tough, mean way, no, he patienly explained that you can do that, yes, but he also told you that you can't always do that, even if you want to.
he didn't look conviced about what you were saying, so you kept going. "and i'm hurt. please daddy?"
he can't resist you. he never does. not when you make him those eyes, not when you use that voice, not when he knows damn well you want him too.
"just because you were a good patient, yeah?" he joked a bit, to make you giggle.
joel held kept going lower, to kiss your thighs, until you parted your legs, eager for him to kiss your pussy. you chewed on your lip as his nose was brushing your slit.
he gently moved the panties aside, leaving you bare. it was puffy, swollen, flushed, and most important of all, wet. he knew it. he knew you'd lied to him, he knew you were wet the moment he sat you on his lap and rocked you.
"you little liar," he drawled.
you hummed. "please," you pouted.
he rolled his eyes and pressed his lips on your pussy, gentle, just like when he kiss you.
"does this makes you feel better?" he said looking up to you.
"mhm," you nodded, twirling your toes.
he swirled his tongue on the nub, getting a tiny moan from you, soft and sweet. his girl tastes like heaven, once he starts, there's nothing that can stop him. he held you firmly on your hips, despite the way your bucking your hips on his face.
he pressed a gentle kiss on your nub and then came to your mound, biting gently, but enough to sting.
"ouch!" you gasped.
"don't lie to me about getting wet, sweet girl," he reminded you.
you giggled. "i-i can't help it," you mumbled. "besides, i've been a good patient, i think i deserve a reward."
he raised his brows. "yeah?" you nodded.
he pressed a couple kisses on your mound before standing up, then, you sitted at the edge of the bed again, looking up to him, with your hands on your lap.
he looked at you before doing anything, for a couple of seconds, the sweetest girl was in front of him, just waiting to be satisfied, and wanting to worship him as well. more than anything. you always want to please daddy.
he traced your lower lip with his thumb. "you're right, you were a good patient," he drawled, "guess someone deserves a lollipop, huh?" you nodded, trapping his thumb between your lips, sucking gently.
he hissed. he loves when you do that, specially while fucking you, feeling the softness of your tongue pressing on his calloused hands... hands that work so his girl don't have to.
you got handsy, already unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, eager to free his dick.
he was hard already, dripping precum, swollen, aching even. "for me?" you asked sheepishly, peeking up to him.
"take the lollipop, sweet girl," he said almost guiding your head down to his dick.
you grinned before planting a tiny kiss on his sack, just like you know he likes it. you even licked him there, he groaned and then you moved to his length, your lips feeling his veins, how stiffen he was, your tongue, tasting his precum.
you looked up once your lips wrapped the tip. he lost it. he guided your head up and down, he pushed you gently, yes, but still, as he wanted. not that you complain, of course, you take him gratefully while your hand cups his sack, stroking softly, feeling the testicles throb beneath your touch.
joel couldn't help himself. "you like daddy's cock?"
you stopped for a second and met his gaze. "mhm," you hummed against his tip. "but daddy..."
"yeah?" he said holding your chin.
you bit your lip. "can i... touch myself too?" you pouted. "please?"
joel took a deep breath and leaned to you and cupped your face. pressing his lips on yours. “let’s get rid of this,” he said toying the hem of your dress, and once you nodded, he took it off.
once he got you fully naked, he settled you on the pillows, and he got over you, his big figure over yours, and all you could do was wrap his torso with your legs.
his dick brushed your slit. "only i get to take care of this," he said looking right into your eyes. "because it’s all mine. understood?" you nodded, "good girl."
and without warning, he went inside. by pure instict, your hands flew to his back, to hold on something, to claw your nails on his skin, dragging so hard you'd leave marks, but he didn't care about it, he never does.
he was grunting in your ear, your pussy clamps down so tight. he's been the only man you've ever fucked, and yet you still feel like a virgin. he thrusted so deep your belly was bulging with his cock.
he got you whimpering, begging for more. he could feel your walls throbbing, your body trembling a bit and your face... your face was all scrunched up in pleasure, got him weak.
"you're such a brave girl," he groaned, tracing your lower lip again. "all hurtin' and still taking cock."
you parted your lips to say something but he slid his thumb in, you pressed your tongue on it immediately, sucking gently, closing your eyes for a moment and that only made him work harder on you, faster. you muffled all your moans on his thumb, holding his arm with both hands to your mouth.
"that it," he whimpered. "you ready for daddy's love? hm?"
you nodded, thumb in mouth, gaze on his. "mhm," you hummed.
you love when daddy fills you with his love. like now, not only you're in a bliss, he is too, and while your walls are coated in white, he doesn't pull out, not yet, he kept thrusting, until eventually, he pulled out from your puffy, flushed pussy, seeing how your tiny hole dripped a bit of cum. cum that he put back inside with his fingers, making sure you're really filled with him.
"thank you, daddy," you mumbled between gasps.
he softened his gaze, leaning to press his lips on yours. "that’s my sweet girl, always so polite. makes daddy proud."
