nsfw; praise, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, edging, overstimulation, reader is in subspace, reader was being edged for weeks
word count; 837
"just one more time, baby. then you can finally cum for me." john coos, thrusting against that spongey soft spot inside of you. you let out a pathetic cry at his words.
“i wanna cum." you whimper, pleading at him with your best puppy eyes.
"you will, sweetheart." he kisses your neck, taking one of your breasts and pinching your nipple. you writhe from beneath him, clenching around him.
he took it as an indicator you were getting close, and pulled out quickly, eliciting a sob from you as you clench around nothing.
“daddy, please! i can’t, i can’t-!” you gasp for breath, overcome with under stimulation and your need for him.
“it’s okay, baby. you’re okay, sweet girl, i’m here. i’ll take care of you.” he kissed your forehead, rubbing your side. you knew he loved this, loved making you drunk on not only the pleasure he gave you but just him himself.
your hips searched for him, squirming in the sheets as he rubbed circles into your hip with his calloused thumb. “you’re doing such a good job for me, you know that, baby?” he asked you. you could barely come up with a response as he began to rub your inner thighs.
“c’mon dove, tell me you’re my good girl.” he said, eyeing your weeping cunt and swiping his finger up between your swollen pussy lips.
"m'your good girl, daddy." you whimper. he kisses your cheek as he lines himself up to you, asking you if you're ready. "please. please, johnny."
he finally listened, pushing inside of you with one thrust and making your jaw drop in a silent scream. he chuckled softly, caressing your cheek as you wriggled underneath him.
"what do you need, baby? use your words." he tells you, and you could have hit him. you were so sexually frustrated everything was so overwhelming, but him just sitting there made you want to scream.
"need you to fuck me, please daddy." you whine up at him. he complies, pulling out slowly and then shoving his cock back inside you. gasping, you claw at his shoulders as he continues his rough pace.
"i wanna cum, i wanna cum-" you whisper under your breath.
"do you need to baby? go ahead, i've got you." he encourages, but you shake your head.
"i forgot how!" you cry out, tears now staining your flushed cheeks.
"just let it happen, it's okay. i'm here, baby." he says lowly, brushing hair from your face as he tries to rip your orgasm from you. and he does, your pussy pulsing and gushing around his length while your legs tremble around his waist.
"daddy!" you cry out, sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure he's given you.
"i'm here, baby." he kisses your neck and rolls his hips, rubbing the head of his cock against your g-spot which only makes your orgasm last longer.
just as you begin to calm down, he begins to fuck you again, this time rubbing your clit with his thumb.
"s'too much. i can't take it, daddy." you whine, yet pulling him closer to you and wrapping your legs tighter around him.
"really, baby?" he asks, groaning when you clench around him. he fucks you faster, his thrusts somehow hitting you deeper and all of a sudden the feeling of him stretching you out is too much.
you're on the verge of cumming again, and he's close as well. you can tell by the way he's kissing you more and how his thrusts get more erratic as he goes on.
"please cum in me, daddy." you whimper, pulling on his hair and digging your nails into his muscular back. "please, need t'feel you cum in me. missed this so much!"
you're now blabbering about how much you missed sex with him, how much you missed him cumming inside you, how much you missed his pretty fucking sounds.
"fuck, [name]. god, you're so fucking tight and- fuck!" and just like that, you're almost screaming while he's pumping his seed deep into you, his hips twitching as he fills you with his cum.
you're crying again, soft hiccups and whimpers coming from you while the captain kisses you, helping you ride out your second high.
"i love you so much, pretty girl." he says softly, kissing your neck before he slowly pulls out, extremely aware of your sensitive and puffy cunt.
as soon as he can, he lifts you into his arms and holds you in his lap. you're almost limp against him, his and your cum dripping from your sore cunt, but he holds you nonetheless.
"hey, baby." he says after a few minutes, the haze in your eyes slowly disappearing and your normal, bright eyes returning.
"hi," you rasp out, your voice hoarse from being so vocal.
"let's get you a bath and something to eat and drink, okay lovey?" he asks, kissing your face softly as you nod. you smile up at him, bringing his face down for a kiss.
no thoughts just slow dancing with john price in the kitchen after a long, rough mission. the catch? you guys are living together, but you aren’t dating yet.Â
the music is soft but still present in the background, his big arms holding you up as you rest your head on his warm chest. the two of you are swaying back and forth, and you had never felt this soft with someone. never this delicate, and never this vulnerable.Â
your hand is in his much larger one, yet the two of you can still feel each other’s callouses and scars. you can feel the other’s edge, the other’s pain. it seeps through you and into him, and vise versa.Â
for some reason, you feel yourself begin to cry. the feeling of being safe and held in his arms was overwhelming. but he didn’t say anything. he just kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tighter.Â
earlier, you never would’ve thought in a million years that you would be slow dancing in your shared kitchen with your captain. with this hard, big, intimidating man.Â
but here you were, being held and taken care of by the only man you’ve ever truly loved. ever truly trusted.Â
“i’m sorry.” you murmur quietly, the tears now coming more steadily.
“it’s okay to be delicate,” he says, just as quiet. “i’ll take care of you.”Â
that night, you sleep in the same bed.Â
as you lay awake, wondering if he’ll ever be able to feel delicate and vulnerable the way you felt, you hear him grumble. he turns over to face you, pulls you closer, and whispers your name.Â
he whispers it as if it’s a prayer, as if it’s a secret blessing only he can speak. and you smile to yourself, realizing that maybe he already feels soft.Â
he would be so sweet and caring. slowly, slowly pulling out of you while he praised you for being so good for him. he would kiss your forehead before scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom where he would run a bath for you while you sat. he’d make sure the water was nice and warm before helping himself and you into the tub. he’d lean you against his chest, massaging you softly where you were sore. and when you two were done he’d take you back to the bed, where he’d dress you carefully, kissing your body while whispering praises on how good you were for him. how amazing you made him feel. once you were both under the covers, you’d press yourself against him as he wraps his arms around you. he’d hold you so close you didn’t think he could or would ever let go. he’d tell you how much he loves you until it’s the last thing you hear before finally falling asleep.
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