"Mmmm now look at you, Kiddo? Did you get too high again?"
I look at you as you lie on the couch, the hem of my button down riding up your thighs. You left the top few buttons unbuttoned, exposing your chest and the swell of your breasts. You stole them from my laundry hamper often, claiming they were comfortable and smelled like me. Your eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, and you are staring at me with a hunger that makes the air in the room feel heavy. You reach out with one hand, your fingers grazing my wrist, and make a small, needy sound in the back of your throat.
"I missed you," you murmur, your voice thick and slow.
You arch your back, the white fabric of the shirt sliding across your skin. You look small and fragile, yet there is a desperate energy radiating off you that I can feel in my own chest. I drop my briefcase on the floor with a dull thud and lean over you, my hand cupping your cheek. You lean into my touch, closing your eyes and sighing. I can see the way your chest heaves, the way your breath hitches when I brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead.
"You've been very naughty, haven't you?" I ask, my voice dropping an octave. "Tell me what you want, Kiddo. Tell me exactly what you need."
I can feel the heat coming off you in waves. You nod slowly, your lips parting, as you wrap your arms around my neck and pull me down, your voice a soft plea against my skin.
"I want you, Daddy," you moan, your grip tightening. "I want you to take care of me." The need in your voice is palpable, a raw craving that mirrors the protective instinct surging through me.
I lift you from the cushions, your legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. You are light and warm, your skin smelling of vanilla and something sweet. I carry you toward the bedroom, mindful of the way you tremble against me. Every touch is deliberate, every movement designed to soothe the restlessness in your limbs. You bury your face in the crook of my neck, humming with contentment as I press a kiss to your temple.
"Good girl," I murmur, feeling your heart race against mine. "Daddy has you."
Once we hit the mattress, I lower you slowly, the white cotton of my shirt billowing around you. I take my time, unbuttoning the rest of the shirt to reveal your flushed skin beneath. You arch your back, your eyes searching mine for approval, and I give you a slow, rewarding smile. You watch with eager eyes as I begin slowly unbuttoning my shirt and undoing my pants. The slightest moan escapes your lips as I expose my full body to you. The sound comes from deep in your throat, a needy, pleading sound.
"You look so beautiful like this, Kiddo," I whisper, my hand sliding down to cup the curve of your hip.
You let out a shaky breath, your fingers digging into the sheets as you wait for me to move. I shift my weight, hovering over you and feeling the heat radiating from your core. I start with slow, grounding kisses, tasting the salt on your skin and the sweetness of your lips. You make a small, needy sound, your hips tilting upward in a silent plea. I chuckle softly, the sound vibrating between us.
"Patience, Kiddo. We are going to go exactly at my pace." I slide my hand beneath you, lifting you just enough to align us, and as I push inside, you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut.
The friction is slow and steady, a rhythmic dance that anchors you back to the room. I focus on the way your breath hitches with every movement, the way your voice breaks when you call my name.
"That's it, just breathe for me," I praise, my voice a low rumble in the quiet of the room.
I lean down to kiss the hollow of your throat, my movements becoming a gentle, steady pressure that draws a long, shuddering moan from your lips. You cling to me, your entire world narrowing down to the feeling of my skin against yours.
"Daddy, please," you whimper, your eyes opening to reveal a haze of longing.
You arch your back, seeking more of the friction, your nails scratching lightly at the muscles of my shoulders. I slow my pace, intentionally teasing you, letting the tension build until you are trembling beneath me.
"You are doing so well for me, Kiddo. Such a good, needy girl," I whisper.
My hand slides up to cup the back of your neck, holding you steady as I sink deeper. The praise seems to hit you harder than the physical sensation, your expression softening into one of complete surrender, your eyes closing to feel every single sensation. I pick up the pace slightly, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the space between us. I watch the way your chest heaves, the flush of your skin deepening as the peak approaches. Every gasp you let out is a victory, a testament to how much you trust me to lead you through this.
"Look at me," I command softly.
You open your eyes, the pupils still blown wide, locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my own heart hammer against my ribs. I push inside one last time, slow and deep, feeling the sudden tighten of your muscles around me. You cry out, a soft, broken sound that vibrates through my chest as the waves of pleasure finally crash over you. I hold you tight, my arms wrapping around you to shield you from the world outside this room. I continue to move gently, coaxing the remaining tremors out of your limbs with slow, grounding strokes.
"I've got you, Kiddo," I murmur.
I press a lingering kiss to your forehead as we stay intertwined, still fully inside you. You sink back into the pillows, your breathing slowly evening out, the desperate hunger replaced by a heavy, contented warmth that radiates through both of us. I shift my weight, rolling slightly to the side so I can pull you against my chest, though I keep you close enough to feel the soft rise and fall of your breasts. You let out a long, shaky sigh, your head resting in the crook of my arm as you blink up at me, the haze of the high finally beginning to recede.
"I love you, Daddy," you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.
I squeeze your shoulder, feeling the way you melt into me. "I love you too, Kiddo. But we really need to talk about you raiding my laundry and getting yourself into this state before I get home." My tone is light, devoid of any real anger, because seeing you this vulnerable, this completely devoted to me, is a reward in itself. You giggle, a small, sleepy sound, and nuzzle your face deeper into my skin.
"But your shirts smell like you," you murmur, your fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "They make me feel like you are already here."
I smile, leaning down to nip at your earlobe, causing you to shiver. I can feel the lingering tension in your muscles, the way you still cling to me as if you are afraid I might vanish if you let go. I know the cycle well, the way the world feels too loud and chaotic for you until I step back through the front door and reclaim the space around you. I start to withdraw slowly, the feeling of your skin sliding against mine leaving a tingling trail of heat. You make a small sound of protest, your legs tightening around me for one last moment before you finally let out a breath and relax.
"Stay right here," I command softly, pressing a final kiss to your nose. "I am going to get us some water and some actual clothes, and then you are going to tell me exactly how your day went." You nod sleepily, your eyes drifting shut as you succumb to the afterglow, knowing that you are safe and exactly where you belong.
(a little rework to be more fluff and praise heavy)
awww i love this it was so cuteπ₯Ήπ€ also the thought of what you had to do before to get me to trust you isssssπ€
