I would like to request a blurb based on the song focused? Like the reader is just feeling really under appreciated about everything they do for one of the boys
hi anon, i do hope you meant focus by h.e.r. and not focused by snoop dogg that samples this song. i also realise i did not write exactly what you requested but this has been sitting in my inbox for so long that i hope it is enough. thank you for trusting me to write something for you 🤍
as no one person was specified, it is nameless but can be applied very easily to any member of cnco! also, my first attempt at a headcanon, no clue if this is right but hey, what's wrong with trying, right?
not proof read 🤠
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You were elbow deep in lukewarm soap when the front door opened and closed. The once stinging water no longer burned your skin, it was the heavy sigh that brought heat to your chest and cheeks.
Nothing filled you with guilt more than the flashes of red that had been occurring when he appeared in recent weeks. The life you were building had no room for the pain growing within you. This wasn’t what you needed, this wasn’t something he could face. Not now.
Conversations of living together had only begun a mere two months ago. For him, it was a distant event, something he felt he would need to build more independence in his work before committing. It just so happened that both your leases were ending at the same time. Neither you or him had intentions of resigning and it was fated. Two weeks later, a new lease was signed and you were moving into a lavish apartment in the city.
As if you were reliving the honeymoon phase, the air around the two of you felt fluffy and warm. Your bodies had never fit more perfectly together, your minds synchronizing in the most bizarre ways. The universe was on your side, at least for that first month.
You weren’t sure when the winds started to change. It felt like it happened overnight, but in slow motion. He was less in touch with your world. His lips never seemed to linger on yours and his hands ghosted your figure. His touch was no longer your norm. He was not the man you were used to.
“You’re home early.” He did not walk to stand beside you or to kiss you hello. Instead, he sat at the round table the two of you had spent 40 minutes playfully arguing over. His bags were dropped on the floor and his phone removed from his pocket.
Your reply to his statement was just as short. He wouldn’t entertain a conversation, not with his phone in his hand. He was in his own world, or maybe stuck in a thoughtless, everlasting scroll. Never had you thought this would become your norm; feeling alone whilst sleeping in the same bed as your partner. You used to see the rest of your life with him, now you were fighting for his attention.
The worst part was that it didn’t seem as if he had noticed his withdrawal. He was so stuck in his own head that he couldn’t see you pulling away from him. Your mind already saw the reasoning perfectly clear. You had pushed him into getting a place together when he wasn’t ready, and now you wanted out.
Sitting across from him at dinner, you watched him twirl pasta while h.e.r. played quietly in the next room. He hadn’t looked at you once. You were right in front of him and he hadn’t looked up from his plate or his phone since you placed it in front of him. You had never felt so pathetic. Silently pleading for him to glance up at you and smile, just like he used to.
“Is this it?” you had to ask and your voice came out forced and wounded.
He glanced up at you, just for a moment and shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. He didn’t understand. How could he not notice?
“I need to know now if this is all we’ll ever be. I can’t live any longer feeling lonely and lost in a space that is supposed to be my home.” your heart collided with your ribcage with every breath you took. You were burning, annoyance reaching its peak as you rose from your chair.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about? Things have been crazy recently, my head isn’t on like it usually is.’ His words justify his actions. He thinks that, knows it even. For a moment, you think so too.
“I’m not asking for much, and I’ll never complain about your workload. I know what I was getting into when we got together. I’m just asking for you to pay attention to me, to focus half as much of your attention on me as you do to your phone. I want to love you, I want to be loved by you, but I do not need it.”
Silence fell around the two of you as the song came to a close and another began to play. The sweet baby bird chirps out of place for the violet room the two of you were boxed in. He stared at you, his expression unreadable. Maybe he was confused. Maybe he was angry. You couldn’t tell.
The longer he was silent, the more useless you felt.
“Moving in together was supposed to make this easier. We were supposed to see each other more and thrive together. But I’ve never been more lonely in our relationship. Not even when you were on tour, countries away.”
“Maybe we made a mistake.” he was weak as he said it. His eyes made of glass and his heart made of stone. He was cold, ghostly even.
Hey guys! I really hope you enjoy this imagine because I’m hoping to turn it into a series. Let me know what you think, it’s a lot different from what you’re used to reading because I don’t involve their singing careers in this but it’s more of a mystery. I got the idea from watching a ton of Law & Order: SVU but it’s not based off one specific episode. If I turn it into a series I do plan on including all of the cast members into the story one way or another. Anyways hope you enjoy it!
Summary: You’ve dated your boyfriend Christopher Velez for 2 years and even now that you guys have been together for so long, there was still so much stuff Christopher refused to tell you. That is until Christopher gets arrested for the murder of a man named Zabdiel de Jesus. As the trial against Christopher goes on you learn things about him that you never thought he was capable of. Y/n is fighting between the Christopher who was her loving and adoring boyfriend and the man who’s committed so many awful crimes.
Chapter 2
“Christopher Velez you are under arrest for the murder of Zabdiel de Jesus. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law—“
My head was spinning and for a second I thought I was dreaming but it wasn’t until I heard him yelling my name that I snapped out of it. “Y/n! Y/n! Llame mi abogado! Call him him and tell him to meet me at the precinct bebe!”
I quickly nodded barely able wrap my head around what was happening as I followed behind the police who were escorting mi bebe, Christopher, out of our house. As soon as they put him in the backseat of the cop car I took out my phone with shaky hands and began dialing our lawyer, Joel Pimentel. The only reason I knew who he was because one night a couple months ago Christopher gave me his number. He said in case something ever happened to him I needed to know who to call. I didn’t understand at the time what he was referring to, but I guess I do now.
As I sat in the lobby of the precinct waiting for our lawyer to show up, my mind was racing. I didn’t know if I could believe Christopher as a murderer. He was always the sweetest boyfriend to me: he showered me in affection, always kept his promises to me, and never once had I been scared he’d be violent towards me. I wanted to believe he was innocent, but deep down it made sense... Since we first started dating he always was sketchy about telling me personal information about him.
2 years ago
“So tell me Mr. Velez what do you do for a living that you can afford to take me out to a restaurant so expensive they charge you for the water?” I teasingly emphasized his name as I studied him, enamored with who I saw when I looked at him.
“No te preocupes por eso mi amor. Todo lo que necesitas saber es que hago negocio.” He reached over the table and held onto my hand as he sent a wink my way.
I stared at him for a bit furrowing my eyebrows trying to get any indication of what he was really meant with his response. He held a stone face as he looked into my eyes and I slowly nodded my head and went back to eating.
“Miss. Y/L/N,” “hello, Miss. Y/L/N.”
I snapped out of my thoughts to see our lawyer in front of me. “Perdóname, I was just thinking.”
“It’s okay Miss. Y/L/N, I understand how difficult this situation must be on you. Why don’t you wait here while I go talk to the investigating officers and get as much information as I can about the situation?”
I nodded my head at him unable to find the correct words to say to him at the moment. He gave me quick nod as I watched him disappear. I knew that I was very little of a help, but Christopher had prepared me that way. He never gave me too much information about him and at the moment I was conflicted; I couldn’t believe the man I choose to lay in bed with, could be a murderer and who knows what else.
Half an hour had passed as I waited for Mr. Pimentel to get back with the information he promised. A part of me didn’t want him to come back, if he never came back and he never told me the horrible details then maybe it wouldn’t be real. But of course that wasn’t reality, no matter what we were still stuck in this situation.
“Okay Miss. Y/L/N, Christopher is being charged on first degree murder as well as multiple counts of arson, burglary. It looks as thought they’ve been investigating Christopher for some time now for distribution of narcotics-“
“Wait, wait, wait distribution of narcotics? I don’t understand. Christopher doesn’t do drugs and I’ve never in the 2 years we’ve been together found any illegal drugs in his possession.”
Mr. Pimentel looked at me shocked for a second, his face conflicted as he began deciding if he should be the one to break the news to you.
“Miss. Y/L/N, I cannot divulge too much information about the case but I want you to know that Mr. Velez isn’t who you think he is. This case runs so deep that even the Federal Bureau of Narcotics is involved and they’ve done much investigating until they presumed that your boyfriend is the leader of the largest gang in New York.”
My heart dropped, my brain buzzed. I didn’t know what was going on and all I could do was stare at him. “Did he ever tell you anything to lead you to believe that he held that position?”
I shook my head a no in response, “I- I- need some air.” I escaped out from his stare as fast as I could and walked out of the front door feeling the crisp hair hit me. I stood on the sidewalk hunched over with my hands on my knees. Everything was a lie, he was a lie. The life we had begun to build together wasn’t real and now I didn’t know if the man that I shared 5 years of memories worth, was real or fake.
1 year ago
We were parked on a cliff overlooking the ocean. There was no car in sight for miles and a soft rhythm was playing on the radio adding to our romantic evening together. The sun was beginning to go down as the salty fresh air filled my nostrils. I was admiring the view with my hand interlocked with Christopher’s.
“Eres tan bella.”
A light blush filled my checks as I teared my eyes away from the scenery to look into his.
“Nomás dices eso porque me miras con ojos de corazón.”
“No, eres tan bella y/n que cuando salgo contigo los otros muchachos están celosos que ya tienes alguien. And I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
I felt my heart clench a little at his beautiful words. I stared into his eyes and just staring into them made me believe him. He wasn’t afraid to let his eyes show the amount of passion he held for me.
“Do you see a future for us Christopher?”
“Of course I do, I see us moving somewhere far away from here one day. Living in our own house, in one of those neighborhoods where it’s so safe nobody is scared to leave there doors unlocked and the kids ride their bikes around.”
“Do you want kids mi amor?”
“I want as many kids as you’ll give me cariño and I want them to look exactly like you with your beautiful hair, tu sonrisa, tus ojos bonitos. And by that time you’ll have graduated with your degree and have your career. Tal vez puedo ser un stay at home dad while you work like an independent boss woman and bring in the money,” he gave me a wink and I playfully hit his chest laughing.
“You wouldn’t be a machista that I’m the woman of the house and bringing in the money?”
“Claro que no. You’ve worked so hard studying all the time it’s only fair that I let you live your dream career.”
My heart melted hearing him say that, because he understood my struggle to be where I was. With Christopher I never had to worry if I didn’t have enough money to pay for my rent or my school tuition or anything else really because he always took care of it. I didn’t even have to embarrass myself by asking him for the money to pay the bill that I couldn’t afford. He’d already know because of how open I was with him and he’d just do it because he wanted to help me. I knew that no matter what your future held: whether it was me working and he wasn’t or both of us working. I knew that I’d always be okay with him and that I could always depend on him because it was never about whose money it was and he wasn’t so traditional that he felt the need to overpower me just because he was a man.
I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in crashing my lips onto his. Our lips moved together perfectly without too much effort and his hands gripped onto my waist. In that one kiss.. it was everything.
I pulled away from him and leaned my forehead on his as we both sat breathing for air. “Quiero todo eso y más contigo mi amor.”
“Yo también bebecita.”
I was still outside the precinct hunched over fighting for a breath I’d been holding and before I knew it... I was crying.
Hello everyone, and welcome to my very first headcanon. 🥳 How I came up with this idea was when I went black berry picking last weekend, and while doing so I thought “what would the guys do if they were here?” So I came up with dis headcanon. Sorry if it's terrible. Everything here is fictious, and my impression on what the guys would possibly do. Anyways, thank you for reading this and I hope u like it!😊
Warnings: None, just fluff, softness and silliness
Erick:
💚 mainly eats the berries and “forgets” to put them in the bowl
💚he denies eating them, but proof of him munching away on them is that his lips are berry stained
💚 tells his signature there are two tomatoes in the cold joke and other terrible jokes/puns
💚 makes the cutest face when he accidentally eats a sour berry in which you give Erick a sweet berry and him feeling all UWU and adored
💚 plays hide and seek with you in the berry bushes and he wins since he issa smol bean
💚 tried to make a freestyle rap abt berry picking and the various stuff outside to make you laugh and smile
💚gives you lots of soft kisses and butterfly kisses (which you love since, well... have u seen this boy’s eyes😍 they’re something else).
Zabdiel:
💛v helpful for the taller branches and for getting the berries that are deeper into the berry bush all while avoiding the prickles
💛berry picking legend!™️
💛 lightly teases you (in a kind light joking manner ofc) when you can’t reach the berries
💛doesn’t care abt getting dirty or stabbed the occasional time by the prickles cause he is having a great time
💛finds berry picking soo therapeutic, that he decides to have a nap on the soft grass. You gently run your fingers through his hair while his head is on your lap while he’s napping.
💛sees berry picking as a date and is v soft and romantic the whole time
💛whispers sweet nothings to you and tucks your hair behind your ear when it falls into your face.
Joel:
💙 is open to the idea of berry picking, but once outside. He complains about getting pricked by the bushes and how hot it is outside
💙begs to go inside for a good chunk of time
💙 screams when a 🐝 comes close to him. Soon enough a bee does get super close to his arm
💙 he stomps inside the nearby shed and comes out wearing a bee keeper suit
💙 When he gets started, he doesn’t wanna leave
💙 When finished, Joel takes off the silly bee keeper suit, and you guys take aesthetic golden hour selfies to post on ig later that evening
💙feeds you berries and caresses your back while complimenting you
Christopher:
💜 is v excited to go berry picking with you, taking Chris berry picking is like taking a eager child who ate too much sugar and is bouncing off the walls excited 🤪
💜 eats all the berries since he is always v hungry, and “forgets” to put them into the bin.
💜 throws berries at you and you guys try to toss them into each other’s mouths like 7 year olds
💜 laughs really hard and is super amused when a lady bug crawls onto his finger and travels up his arm.
💜 accidentally eats an unripe black berry thinking it’s a raspberry (unripe black Berrys are red) which results in him spitting out the berry and rubbing his tongue furiously.
💜You feed him the sweet ripe berries to help him out.
💜when done berry picking, you both ultra tired so you cuddle on the soft grass area near the berry bushes while holding hands and you trace his arm tats.
Richard:
🧡parkours down to the black berry bushes
🧡 slaps your 🍑 and compliments it whenever he see you bending over “damn shawty...”
🧡 doesn’t wear a shirt to “work on his tan” but well all know that it’s because he wants to impress you.
🧡 gets a lil annoyed when a nearby ripe berry falls off the bush from Rich yanking too hard
🧡Goes inside the house to get a drink of water. And comes back outside with a happy lil Aaliyah, who just woke up from nap time.
🧡She joins you two to go berry picking, and she picks the berries on the lowest branches and eats them.
🧡 The three of you get soft when a chubby wild rabbit comes out of the bushes, Aaliyah wants it as a pet. But, then the rabbit is like “nope!” and hops back into the bush
Comment your fav below, and thank you for taking the time to read this. 💖
She most definitely ran up to you and had you grinning down at her cause you look like princess
and he’s hot on her heels, calling her name until he scoops her up, apologizing as he looks up at you
and your cheeks are flushing as he says hi, and you give a little wave, trying to be polite
He definitely flirts with you, but you don’t think he’s flirting, you think he’s just being nice
that is until he calls you ‘mami’ and then it hits you that he’s flirting, and your cheeks flush even more, and he chuckles a little bit at that.
You are definitely not against dating Richard, but it does take you some time to warm up to him, and his lifestyle.
It’s not the easiest thing, especially when he wants to introduce you to the boys because there are five of them and you’ve seen the interviews and you can barely talk when one person is talking much less three or four others
and richard can see the fear and anxiety creeping in, so he plans it so that you meet them one at a time, and with him there. Eventually, you’re okay with being in the group with them.
If you are with all five boys, you’re either sitting in Richard’s lap or you’re beside him, and he has his hands on you in some way, calming you down. Slowly, you warm up to everyone enough to be able to interact with them casually, and while you’re not screaming like Chris is, you’re smiling and laughing and you’re joining the conversation, and he just looks at you all proud and happy cause his girl is comfortable with some very important people in his life
and then he says “i want to introduce you to my family” and you want to punch him in the face because you JUST got comfortable with the boys
but you do and everyone loves you, and Richard can see that they’re pulling you out of your shell a bit
but you’re still his introverted girl who will look up at him with puppy dog eyes when you want to leave, and he can’t say no.
Christopher
This totally started in a club one night
your friends had drug you out for a birthday, and you’re sitting at the bar, bored and alone
Although you’re not exactly radiating “come talk to me vibes”
Chris is drawn to you homeboy is stuck because you’re beautiful, and the smile you give the bartender is the softest thing he’s seen in a long time
and he’s also intrigued because you’re not throwing yourself at him or the others, so he makes his way over to you
and you see him coming and start silently freaking because oh my god is that christopher velez from cnco shit he’s coming over here fuck be cool, and you try to pick up your drink and take a sip, all chill and relaxed but your hand is shaking so bad you almost spill it all over yourself
and he walks up and orders a drink and plops himself down in the seat next to you, shooting you the most beautiful grin you’ve ever seen
and he just goes “what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone at a place like this” or some smooth ass shit
And you almost piss yourself because this pretty human is talking to you, but you brush it off, smiling.
“It’s my best friend’s birthday but i don’t dance.” and he’s like BET bitch and drags you out onto that dance floor
you loosen up a little bit, but you’re face is so red and he’s just laughing as he jokingly spins you before pulling you into his chest, and you’re kinda looking up at him and it looks like his eyes flicker to your lips, but before he can do anything you’re being pulled away by a friend of yours, with the explanation of ‘we’re going to another bar come on bitch’
and you glance back at him, before shrugging. You leave, unaware that your ID had been knocked out of your pocket in the exchange.
He picks it up and sees that you’re from here and boy it is ON bc this boy is not giving up.
the next morning you wake up to someone knocking on your door, and when you do you recognize the smile, and you’re really taken aback
he thinks you look so cute in your pajamas and explains that you dropped your ID, and then asks if you would like to get coffee
you shake your head, and his smile drops, until you open the door and explain that you’ll make coffee for the two of you after you get changed, and that shit eating grin is back, making you laugh
Zabdiel
i kinda feel like this boy is introverted so he feels your struggles, although you may have anxiety where he doesn’t.
you guys definitely met somewhere quiet, but neither of you would make a move, so for quite a while you both just kept stealing glances at each other and smiling.
the boys are def with him so they hype him up in Spanish, and you look up to see this beautiful blond man walking towards you, and your hands start to shake because human interaction, amirite?
nah, this boy is super chill and just shoots you this beautifully soft smile as he approaches
He introduces himself, and you do the same and you ask where he’s from because his accent totally gives him away
you guys definitely spend twenty minutes talking and giggling quietly before he asks for your number because he can hear the boys getting rowdy behind him.
it takes you a little while to adjust to all of the attention, and sometimes it’s hard for you, and Zabdiel can see that.
in moments where he sees you becoming overwhelmed, he just pulls you into him and you bury your face in his chest as he rests his chin on your head, calming you.
all of the boys become kind of protective of you, because they know if anything happens to you Zabdiel is gonna freak
maybe you’re a little bit shorter, and you know Zabdiel has a tight grip on your hand in large crowds, because God forbid you get lost and he can’t find you
he definitely sings to you to help you calm down, or to help you through an anxiety attack if you have one
he’s probably so down to leave early if you’re tired of interacting with people, and you two will just cuddle in bed and lay there in silence, just basking in the feeling of being together
also this bitch is so whipped like legit he’s the softest boy ever with you
like is always touching you in some way because he knows it helps you
and learns all of your signs of anxiety and just familiarizes himself with everything about you so he knows what’s going on because you are the worst about communicating these things cause you get embarrassed
but he loves you, anxiety and all, and he wants to help you work through it
Joel
the softest boi ever hands down
he def runs into you as you’re walking down the street
neither of you were paying much attention. He was trying to take a selfie, and you had looked down to check your phone when your bodies collided
you feel a pair of hands grab your waist to steady you, a stream of curse words falling from his lips
“carajo! shit, fuck I’m so sorry” just as you think you’re safe, he loses his footing and you both fall, you landing on top of him
you’re cheeks are so flushed and you’re laughing because his reaction is great and he just lets out this sigh of relief at your laugh, and you push yourself off of him, still sitting on the ground.
You lookover to see who you collided into, and you’re met with the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.
his ebony curls are falling into his face, and his jawline looks like it was sculpted by Donatello himself.
you definitely stutter for a moment, and the second he smiles you are FUCKED
you clear your throat and apologize, but he insists it was his fault, and also since you’ve already been on top of him once he definitely needs to buy you dinner
and you’re blushing and laughing and agreeing all in one sentence, and he offers you his hand, and you hesitate for a second, and so he drops his, still smiling that killer smile at you.
he understands you wanting to take it slow, and is perfectly fine with keeping it from the fans
he’s definitely so caring, and wants everything to be perfect for you, so he’s very careful with when he introduces you to the boys, and you know it’s just because he cares for you, but he hovers and finishes sentences for you, and about halfway through the day you have to tell him to let you talk and shut the fuck up, and he laughs and kisses you, saying that he’ll try to be quiet.
Erick
you honestly had no idea how you ended up at this party.
one too many wrong turns had led you and your best friend to an awards show after party, and now she was nowhere to be found.
you had made eye contact with this super hot guy earlier, but had quickly averted your eyes and then made your way back to the makeshift bar, making yourself another drink. You felt someone behind you, and his voice filled your ears a second later
“ “eres hermosa y quiero llevarte a mi casa” ” (you’re beautiful and I want to take you home)
Your cheeks flushed, and you turned to find this boy smirking at you. Your spanish is very rusty, and you don’t understand everything, but you know enough to have a basic conversation.
an hour later you guys are walking down the deserted street, laughing as you hold onto each other, not actually that intoxicated, just laughing really hard. He pulls you against his side, and you can feel his warm breath on your ear as he whispers to you. Every touch has your face flushing even more, and your teeth are currently digging into your bottom lip, only loosening after he moves away.
You guys quickly become close, and you find that Erick is very clingy.
This is simultaneously good and bad. It’s good when you’re anxious and feeling very introverted, because you know he’s there, and he always whispers words of encouragement and love into your ear, but there are times when you don’t want to be touched because you’re experiencing sensory overload, and this can be very upsetting for him.
He wants to be there for you in these moments, but you push him away because everything is just too much and if he whispers one more goddamn thing in your ear you might punch him
an hour later he’s peeking his head into your room and you look over at him, pouting
you apologize for what you said, and he accepts your apology, pulling you into his chest and hugging you. You guys end up on your bed, with his head on your lap as you talk and you play with his hair or rub his back.
He does the same for you when you’re freaking out, you can feel his hand rubbing circles to help calm you down
Never thought so many people would like my writing but it’s seriously so awesome 😭 Part 2 was taking flagged by the staff temporarily so in case you missed anything, here are the links!
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A/N: My ass belongs to Zabdiel but that pretend music video made me swerve in Joel's lane so hard. I always read "Y/N" as "yuhnay" and I hat
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A/N: Last part to my Joel fic. Literally nervous as fuck to post this. Also, please don’t have unsafe sex just because; be as smart as you
Zabdiel stood in front of me, arms crossed over his chest. “I want an explanation. What are you actually doing here? Why have you stayed so long?” he questioned angrily.
“You want a fucking explanation? I came here looking for answers to piece back my life that was destroyed by my father,” I yelled back. Walking closer to Zabdiel, I took a breath before speaking again. “But instead I found a family and a home. I found a family in the boys, Tori, and Carlos. I found a home in you!” I explained, my voice breaking at the end. Motioning between us, I started again. “This thing we have, this is my home. And that terrifies me.”
Zabdiel stood looking down at me, not knowing what to say. I had rendered him speechless, something that was rare in itself when it came to the two of us. His chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took.
I turned away before he could see the tears welling up in my eyes, not trusting myself to look at him. “But you know what? Finding a home in someone means putting all your trust into them and hoping they won’t betray you with it.”
hi everyone! i write fics so if anyone has any requests, drop them in my asks! requests can include prompts, dialogue, plot, etc. i’ll write anything — angst, fluff, smut, any AU, any ship, x reader, u name it i’ll write it (disclaimer: i don’t write incest and stuff like that)
happy valentine’s day 💕✨ this started off as a concept for this song and then it became a whole other thing. it’s incredibly long and i feel like i need to apologise lmao. tagging @flamediel because she asked to beeee
synopsis: a silly bet between the reader and richard leads to a week of sexual tension and exhibitionist behavior (but inside)
warnings: mature content! masturbation (both male & female) unprotected sex, use of sex toys & pillows, usage of daddy. it’s kind of filthy 😊
word count: circa 7.8k
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What had started as a harmless, playful bet between you and Richard had snowballed into a competition of who was willing to go the furthest to make the other break.
Monday morning, you were up just past 7 am and getting ready for work. There was no reason for Richard to be up so early but he had insisted on it. Despite the late night he’d had, there was no stopping him from watching you get ready. Your kisses and quiet requests for him to sleep for another hour had gone through one ear and straight out the other.
There wasn’t much he enjoyed more than watching you put yourself together before a day of work. Sure, he’d much rather watch you take it all off for him but seeing you carefully apply makeup and iron your clothes was intimate beyond lust. In some ways, he thought of it as seeing you pull on a cloak of professionalism. Your shoulders naturally rolled back and you held your chin the slightest bit higher.
He loved watching you take your time to run your hands over your arms and legs with lotion. The glowing illusion it added to your brown skin was alluring. He was more than tempted to do it himself. All he could think about was rubbing your sweet, but subtle, smelling lotion into your thighs and over your shoulders. He wanted to ease those moans of ease and comfort out of you. The ones he could so easily elect.
You were doing up the zip of your skirt when he pushed himself up from the arm he was propped up on and moved to the edge of the bed so he could touch you.
“You don’t always have to touch me, you know?” you teased as you felt the rough pads of his fingers grip against your thigh. His head dropped and you felt his breath on your skin.
“I know,” he pressed his lips to your lower thigh, “I just want to.”
You rolled your eyes in response and took a deep breath. You couldn’t deny how nice it felt to always have him touching you. But it was distracting. And you had far too much work to do for him to be behaving such a way.
“Do you think you could go a day without touching me?” you asked, only being semi-humorous, “just 8 hours so I can get this work done.”
He smirked, his teeth skimming over your inner thigh, causing you to gasp. “You’re no better,” he teased, sleep dripping from his voice. “Bet you can’t go a day without touching my sweet body.”
Though there was a sense of seriousness in his tone, he mirrored your humour. This was a road you’d walked several times together. You were down to play, you always were. This was one of the more fun parts of your relationship.
“Bet you can’t go 12 hours,” you bit back as you dragged your hands down your blouse, your eyes checking for any wrinkles. Your remark caused him to physically bite down on your inner thigh, causing you to gasp.
“Let’s find out,” Richard turned your body in an instant and pulled himself to kneel on the bed so you were face to face.
It didn’t take much more back and forth from there for the bet to become official, the reward was a one-week special of whatever the winner wanted. It was intriguing, thinking about how long you could go without touching one another. You were both physical people. From the beginning, you were all over each other. Over time it slowed, but still, you could never go that long without a little something.
That point was proven about 36 hours after you originally set the bet. The first day was filled with work and that night had been fueled by your competitive nature and general intrigue. You kept a fair distance and slept with a pillow between your bodies. It worked well. You couldn’t feel any warmth from his side of the bed at all.
You were pouring red wine into your glass when he stepped into the kitchen with his dinner dish. He slipped behind you and you anticipated his hand on the small of your back, his front pressed to your behind. You sighed both in relief and slight annoyance when he stopped at the sink. The sound of the plate dropping in the water snapped you back into your wine. You examined the half-full glass and then added a splash or two more. It was one of those nights.
“Is red wine really a good idea?” he asked, his hands coming into view on either side of you on the counter. He gripped the marble and you felt him getting into your bubble. “You know how you get.”
“I’ll be fine,” you stated flatly, your eyes closing slowly. He was just a little too close, “I can control myself.”
Carefully, you turned your body so your behind was pressed against the marble counter. Richard’s head was dropped slightly, his eyes had very clearly been trained to a certain asset that had been known to drive him mad. With the drawstrings of your pyjama shorts now in his vision, his eyes dragged up your torso to meet your eyes.
He might not have been touching you physically but you could feel him touching you in his mind. It wouldn’t take much to open your wrap shirt enough for your breasts to come out. Just a slight nudge would send the fabric in the right direction and then he’d have unprecedented access to you. He could suck, lick and bite as he pleased.
His tongue glided over his bottom lip when he reached your soft lips. They’d parted slightly in a pout, giving away that you were thinking the same things. His eyes were flushed with lust when he made eye contact and you smiled. At least you weren’t going to be the only horny one in the house while this bet was still on.
“Can you?” he asked, his eyes drilling into you. He stepped a little closer to you but still left enough room so you weren’t touching.
“You should be asking yourself,” you clipped back, “I just want to have a glass of wine, I don’t know what you want.” He moved back a little as you brought the wine glass to your lips and you took the opportunity to slip out from the counter. You watched him from the corner of your eye on your way out of the kitchen, your hips swaying a little more than they usually would.
By day three, you were both getting impatient. He started playing hardball. Or at least you think he started it. It might have been an innocent move on his part but nothing Richard ever did was truly innocent.
You were watching a show in your room to give him free space for his at-home workouts. He usually used the spare room to work out but he left the door open for ventilation and music blasting. With you closed off to that part of the house gave him space to be as loud as he pleased. This wasn’t an unusual set up so you really didn’t mind. And he was grateful for you being so okay with it too.
You were about halfway through an episode when the music died out on the opposite side of the door. He was finished, meaning you could go back into the living area when you were ready to.
Your bedroom door pushed open as the main character of your show let out an exasperated sigh, frustrated with her partner. Your eyes lifted from the screen and followed Richard’s sweaty body as he walked in front of the bed. He’d left his shirt elsewhere, hopefully in the washing basket, and his pants hung low on his hips. His incredibly toned torso was on full display and you couldn’t help but drag your eyes down his back.
You weren’t sure if it had gotten more defined in the last week or if he was flexing, but his back was beckoning you. You squeezed your thighs together, swallowing a moan of relief as he rolled his shoulders back. The contours dipped and the sweat on his skin glistened in the late afternoon sun that filled your room. You just wanted to mark up his back and lick up the plane of his stomach. You just wanted a taste. It was always this way after he worked out for you. He always looked so yummy. Usually, you wouldn’t mind but he was teasing.
After he pulled fresh clothes from inside the chest of drawers, he turned to face you. Your eyes travelled down his chest and rested on his v-line, your thoughts going straight to where it led. You bit down on your tongue and let your eyes find his.
“I’m gonna have a shower so you can go back out,” he smiled as he spoke, no doubt fully in tune with where your mind was going. He started to approach you on the bed and dipped his body to be closer to you only to stop and pull himself back.
He almost lost the bet. Almost. You hadn’t had an almost moment yet, this was good news. If he was already starting to slip up, then maybe you had a chance to win this bet.
“I’ll go back out in a minute,” you said nonchalantly as he started to make his way out of the room, “enjoy your shower.” he glanced back at you for a second and his eyes did a quick take of the way you were looking at him.
“Fuck,” you released a breath you didn’t notice you were holding and guided your attention back to your laptop. Once you heard the shower start, your body relaxed a little.
It was as if the confirmation that he’d be locked away and out of view for a little while was all you needed for your tension to relax. It made sense to move back out into the living area. You were kind of hungry too and you were sure you had a packet of chips tucked away somewhere.
Halfway down the hallway, steam escaped the cracks of the bathroom door and as you passed, you felt the humidity on the back of your neck. He hadn’t closed the door all the way. You shook your head and dumped your things onto the couch before making way to the kitchen. You had a little laugh at his carelessness and began to search for that bag of chips. But they weren’t there. Or in your bedroom.
Walking back to the living area you sighed to yourself and stopped at the bathroom door. You were about to knock when you heard your name through the door. He wasn’t asking or calling for you, it was a different kind of tone. The kind you only really heard in the bedroom. You knew you should’ve walked away and taken a breather while that heartbeat between your thighs ceased.
Alas, you nudged the door open and held your breath at the sight in front of you. Richard had left the shower curtain open and stood under the heavy stream of water. His head was tilted back slightly, his eyes closed and forehead creased. The contours of his torso were highlighted by the water that cascaded over them. You clenched your thighs together tightly and took a deep breath. You weren’t going to cross over into the bathroom but you couldn’t step away.
His hand was wrapped around his thick dick, pumping up and down. His tip was glistening in precum and every few strokes, his thumb circled the tip and spread it. It was a sight to see, one you didn’t know how badly you needed it. You really shouldn’t be watching, it was tempting you much deeper than just a want. This was an urge, a need that came directly from your core. You needed him inside you just as badly as he needed to feel you around him.
You were about to take the forbidden step when you notice his eyes glance over at you. It all became clear at that moment. This was all on purpose. A show, a tease to get you to fail and give him exactly what he wanted. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction but you weren’t going to let him think otherwise. So you stood there, arms crossed over your chest to press your breasts up and watched. Your legs were crossed to try and quietened the hot and steady pulse of your pussy that was begging for any type of stimulation. You could feel your slick on your thighs. There really was nothing that could get to you like Richard.
He came, finally, with your name tumbling out of him and his hips thrusting up into his hand sporadically. You smirked as he leant over, his chest heaving at a fastened pace. He dipped back into the water, his cum washing off of his hand and stomach and down the drain.
You stayed standing in the doorway until he turned the shower off. He turned to face you as he stepped out a smug look resting on his face. You watched him pat his face and neck dry before he rested the towel around his shoulders. You bit down on your bottom lip and suppressed the moans that threatened to spill. You loved to see his body wet and steamy straight out the shower. The lights glistened perfectly on his tattooed skin and all you wanted to do was get down on your knees and taste him. Impress him and leave an everlasting impression so whenever he was fresh out the shower, he wanted you.
“You liked the little show?” he asked smugly, leaving barely any space between the two of you. You could feel the heat radiating off of him and the raging feeling between your thighs was calling out for him. They were suffocating, your needs for Richard.
“Yes,” your voice was weak and you had to clear your throat. You pulled yourself up so you were standing a bit taller and met his eyes again, “but I think I could give you a better one.” With that, you turned and walked to the living area. It was going to take a fair amount of television to calm down but it was something you were more than willing to do.
Your plan came into play the following morning. Richard had just left for his morning run and since neither of you had anything planned for the day, you expected it would be the only time you’d have alone that day. Not that that really mattered. Since the bet started you’d both been having more alone time than you were used to.
You knew he’d be gone roughly 45 minutes and that gave you the time you needed to prepare. You had a silk pink pj set that was one of Richard’s favourites laid out on the bed. You wore it to bed every now and then. It was soft on your skin and even softer on Richard so sometimes, when you were feeling like a tease, you’d rub up against him in bed. Sometimes, Richard would slip off his briefs and pull the shorts down just enough to slip his dick in.
But the best times were when you were both too sleepy or lazy or maybe just too horny to remove your clothes, you’d just rub up against one another until you reached completion. It wasn’t that hard. The silk was cool and soft against your most sensitive part and with Richard moaning and grunting in your ear, his hard cock pushing into your ass, you never lasted that long.
It was the thought of those nights that gave you the idea of how you were going to tease him after his moment the day before. The pillow barrier between the two of you had played a small part as well. It was exciting for you to prepare everything and you almost felt giddy laying the other “special” items out on the bed. You weren’t sure if your excitement was because you might force Richard to lose the bet or because you’d finally be able to get off.
Your turquoise pillow was a friend that came out when Richard was away and usually stayed undisturbed in the back of your wardrobe. It wasn’t a secret what you did with the pillow. You quite enjoyed filming little videos or recording audios for him to have whilst you were on it. There were times when you were able to get off easier when your pleasure wasn’t just for you. Richard took advantage of those moments and often had his phone pressed to his ear with his hand in his pants while he guided your movements, asking you to tell him more and to be a good girl for him.
One thing that was necessary for this act was your mood. You couldn’t just be horny, you had to be at the very edge. Desperate to the point it felt impossible to do anything but please yourself. It needed to feel like you had to instead of just wanting to, as strange as it sounded, it was always better that way.
As you started to change into the silk set, you dove into the thoughts of Richard that were constantly swimming in the pools of your mind. You thought about the way his back flexed when he stretched after a workout, his body glowing in sweat. And the low tones he’d sing to himself as he cooked in the kitchen. You thought about him on stage and the emphasis he always put onto his hips and the plane of his stomach.
You thought about his smile and attention to detail. The way he never stopped flirting with you and the subtle suggestions he’d make when you were in public. The lightest touch on your shoulder, a wink as he turned his head away, a sneaky kiss on your neck after he’d whisper something dirty in your ear.
You rolled your head to the side at the thought of his lips on your neck. You continued to light the candles you had set up in various sections of your room, a mood setter. You swayed your hips to the music and envisioned him standing directly behind you.
He perfectly matched your movements as always, his hands on your hips and his front pressed up against the swell of your behind. His breath fanned hot over your throat and he lowered his head. Your eyes squeezed shut and you leant your head back into him. He left kisses on you, his tongue searching and his teeth biting into you, devouring you.
In a flash, you were turned and leaning back against a counter and Richard knelt on the ground in front of you. His head was completely hidden under the skirt of your dress and your eyes were searching, constantly checking the coast. You gasped as you felt his tongue inside of you, his mouth enveloping you completely. He hummed into you, his hands gripping your thighs and ass just to bring you closer to him.
You moaned. Though it was fairly quiet, he pulled away from your pussy just enough for his head to protrude in the fabric of your dress. He warned you to stay quiet, that he didn’t want to stop but he’d have to if you were any louder. Someone could hear and come in. You nodded in reply, a soft and quiet yes papi all he needed to hear to dive back in.
He was always so nasty. Never afraid to make a mess or use his whole face. It was impressive, he was impressive. And you just wanted to impress him. Undress him and get down on your knees in front of him and show him just how good you could be.
Time was ticking by and he’d be getting back anytime soon. Soft and low notes of r&b filled the space around you and you sat on the edge of your bed. You adjusted the pillow a little from beside it and let your thoughts run to the images of Richard in the shower.
Your thighs tensed together just thinking about the droplets of water on his chest and you smiled. You were getting close. You closed your eyes and let the picture show play out in front of you. His eyes were closed, his head tilted up towards the ceiling and the water rained down on him. You followed the stream down his chest, over the well-defined muscles of his abdomen, down his v-line to his thick dick. His hand wrapped around his girth and he pumped at a steady pace.
You audibly moaned, your pussy tensing. Your hips moved without you willing them too and you knew you’d gotten there.
You mounted the pillow and took several seconds to make sure you were in a comfortable position. It wasn’t an exact art, what you were about to do. It changed each time you put yourself in this situation so you took a bit of extra precaution. You were going to be okay no matter what, you realised as you let your core rest on top of the pillow. You hadn’t been wet like this in years.
The first roll of your hips was controlled and slow. You felt both fabrics move with you and though the contact was light and soft, it was there. You moaned. This was the most you’d had for a minute and you wanted to truly live in it. But the floodgates had opened and you could only control yourself for so long.
You had to start slow. Rush it and you’d be completely exhausted and Richard would miss it. The build-up was just as important as the release. If you played your cards right, the build-up would improve the release and make it euphoric. Those were the best rides.
You placed your hands on the corner of the pillow that was raised in front of you and pulled it flat, taking the slack away. You rolled your hips forward and gasped as an electric bolt went up your spine. You could feel yourself getting wetter and your nipples hardening. You closed your eyes and thought to Richard.
Instead of being empty, he was inside you. The room was dark and he was laying flat under you, his head raised slightly as one arm was under his head. You pressed your hands into his chest and started moving up and down on him. Teasing him by going nice and slow and swirling your hips just how he liked it. You bit your bottom lip as your back arched, his name coming out in a whiny moan. It felt good but you needed more. Needed more of him.
You started moving in circles and let one hand travel up your torso to cup your tit in your hand. Through the material, you played with your sensitive nipple, squeezing it and flicking it like he would with his tongue. If you thought hard enough it was real and when it felt real was when your hand came down on your ass. He’d do the same thing if he was here.
The thought pulled your eyes open as you moaned again. Your hands fell forward at the sight of him, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked amused, a smug little smile on his face. When his eyes met yours, you started to move your hips faster. You knew that picking up the pace would send your control packing, but he was here now and you wanted him to see how desperate you were to have him inside you.
You brought your attention back to the mess between your thighs and cried out as a sharp heartbeat was sent through your nerve endings. You were absolutely soaked in a way you’d never been before. It may as well have been water, you were sure he could hear it from where he stood. The thought jerked you forward and parted your lips.
“I’m so fucking wet,” you panted out, a slight whine hitting as you swore. You turned to keep your eyes on him to see his response but another shock rang through you. You threw your head back and saw a flash of white, a high pitched whine escaping you. “Fuck, daddy I need you.”
The next few minutes went by in a complete blur. You were moving your hips as fast as you could and pulling the pillow up trying to get even more friction between your thighs. It was animalistic and all you could say was his name, over and over again. You came with his name falling from your lips, your thighs tensed tightly together and your shoulders shaking.
You took several deep breaths before you pried your eyes open. Richard was still propped against the doorframe but he was smiling now. He pushed himself up and began to amble towards you. Your eyes trailed down his body and found the tent he’d pitched in his pants. You smiled blissfully, a shiver sent down your spine and your mouth watering.
He pressed his hands down on the mattress and lowered his face so he was barely an inch away from you. You’ve done it, you thought, you’d won.
“That was a good show baby,” he spoke low and smoothly. His mouth jutted closer to yours as if he was going to kiss you and you waited. It took only a few moments to realise he was testing you. He thought you wouldn’t be able to resist after seeing you all desperate. But you resisted him and he resisted you. He stepped back and glanced around the room, taking in the aesthetic you’d created.
“The candles are a nice touch,” he commented and left the room to go and have a shower.
You closed your eyes and groaned loudly, your body falling back onto the bed, how did that not work?
The next two days went by painfully slow. Neither of you were giving in and you were both playing dirty. Clothes were becoming a rarity and though your "shows" hadn’t worked, the idea still floated around. You’d become a master of casual acts that could easily be taken in the wrong way and he’d obviously taken notes from the Duke of Hastings on how to lick a spoon.
It wasn’t just the sex you missed, of course. This bet wasn’t supposed to go this long or make you think so deeply about your relationship. It had made you realise just how heavily you relied on your physical affection to communicate your love. Words were good and important but you couldn’t avoid feeling like something was missing. It was so much easier to transfer your love when you were all over one another, touching and kissing at any given moment.
Having to stunt it all in the name of a bet was beyond stupid yet you were both far too stubborn to succumb. It didn’t have anything to do with the reward either. As nice as it would be to control everything, you wanted to see him cave in. You refused to lose, so it would have to be him.
One night while you were both watching a tv show together, Richard struck up an odd conversation.
“When I’m away,” he began, one hand wrapped around a bottle the other fiddling with the couch cushion, “what does it for you?” he sounded curious like the question had been playing on his mind for a while.
You knew that he was basically straight up asking you for a way out, but that curiosity sounded genuine. You kind of wanted to play with him a little, but you’d be honest too. There was nothing wrong with sharing these things.
“It can be as easy as your smile,” you confessed, your eyes turning from the television to him, “but seeing you on stage, dancing and doing something you love and seeing how happy it makes you. The pictures and videos you send post-show are my favourites. Your voice is practically sex when you call me at night and you have to be all quiet. You might just be saying something innocent but 90% of the time, I’ve got my hand in my underwear and my fingers inside of me.”
He stared at you darkly for a moment and cleared his throat. He turned back to the television and hid his smirk, “good to know.”
When he went to make some more snacks for you guys to have during the next episode, you snuck down to your room to get your laptop. It was a last-ditch attempt and you had no idea if it would work. You weren’t exactly thinking with your brain and what your core told you was exactly what you needed. You’d never been so thankful for express delivery.
They arrived at lunchtime a full week after you’d set the bet. You’d brought the boxes into your room and put them in the corner. You were spending the free time you had reading when the notification popped up on your phone but your book had quickly become the least interesting part of the room. Instead, you found yourself googling the best way to wash a sex toy before use.
Buying a dildo was a milestone you were excited to reach in your life. You’d never felt the need to before, having an assortment of vibrators of compact sizes you felt satisfied with your alone time. The thought of teasing Richard with it made your cheeks flush with heat and clouded your senses. There was anxiety manifesting in the pit of your stomach but it was completely overtaken by the excitement that circled your core in hot, constant pulses.
Caution was thrown to the wind as you stripped out of the casual clothes you’d thrown on that morning. The wine coloured set was sex on your brown skin and the panties you’d picked out were a gift from Aphrodite. It did not have a crotch, making it useless for everything but perfect for decorating your pussy. The matching bra accentuated your breasts and the sheer material left little to the imagination. It was perfect.
This was it. You stood yourself in front of the mirror and let your eyes trail over every part of you. You looked like someone off of a magazine cover or a movie screen. The fuchsia coloured dildo in your right hand made it look like another type of movie but it wasn’t something you were completely unfamiliar too. You furtherly enjoyed the little videos you made for Richard when he was away.
This was a moment that should be captured, you realised after staring at yourself for a few minutes. You picked your phone up from the bedside table and snapped a few photos, posing in various ways to bring attention to the more voluptuous parts of your body. Once satisfied, and more confident than before, you tossed your phone on the bed and made your way out to Richard.
He was working out in the living area. He’d found a workout online the night before and had hung himself over the pillow barrier to show you the video. You watched for a few seconds before turning your bored stare up to his face, silently questioning why he was showing it to you. You had no intention of doing it with him, you got enough noise complaints as is.
“What do you want me to say, Rich?” you’d asked, your eyes flickering between the screen and his hopeful face.
“I dunno,” he admitted quietly, “you think I could do it?”
“I think you could do anything you put your mind to,” you answered honestly, laying your head back down on your pillow as you spoke. You blew him a kiss as he retracted his arm and he kissed the air with a wink and settled on the bed, hidden again by the pillows.
Truth was, Richard wanted you to say something about the workout itself, not so much about him. He had gone out of his way to find a video that would get your thighs clenching together and after almost two hours of swimming around in a black hole, he’d found one. It was practically designed for your entertainment. Every exercise or movement you’d ever commented on in the past was packed into the 45-minute video.
He was annoyed, to say the least when you went to your room with your new packages barely five minutes in. He was sure you’d been watching him before they arrived. He swore he could feel your eyes drilling into his back. He pushed on, hoping and praying that you’d come back. So when you made your way into his peripheral, his heart sung.
But only for a moment. When he turned his head to look at you, he almost choked.
Perched on the marble counter, was you barely clad in the simplest, sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen and in front of you was a brightly coloured dildo standing tall. He bit the inside of his cheek as he stared at it, his face staying completely calm and focused. He was trying to figure out if the dick was bigger than his, longer, thicker. It was stupid for a toy to bother him, but it did. Especially if you were about to do what he thought.
The marble was cold against your skin but you stayed on your knees with your eyes trained to Richard. Though he was not so subtly studying the scene in front of him, he had not yet ceased his workout. The timer ticked through the speakers and he brought himself to a standing position. He had a ten-second rest before the next move was to be repeated and it seemed he was going to spend the time period staring at you.
He looked perfect, standing there with his hands braced to his hips. He looked strong, tall, intimidating. And yummy. There was quite literally nothing you didn’t want to do to him. You wanted to touch him everywhere and mark up his torso and his neck, and leave marks all down his back. You wanted to tug his pants down and put him in your mouth. You wanted him to fuck your face, the tip of his dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat until it hurt and his cum was shooting inside of you.
With these thoughts swirling, you leant forward on your hands and levelled yourself so your face was hovering over the dildo. You kept your eyes glued to Richard and let a strain of spit slip past your lips and down onto the tip. Once it caught, you moved your right hand to it and spread the spit down the shaft like a lubricant. You lowered your head and your lips met the underside, licking up and down, your lips kissing on the fake balls. It came naturally. This was what he liked, this is what you wanted to do to him.
Bobbing your head, your mouth surrounding the fake cock, your free hand reached between your thighs to help satisfy the burning heat that was beginning to take over your mind. You weren’t surprised to feel your arousal but you weren’t expecting there to be so much. It was something you’d never felt before and it pressed a gasp from your throat, pulling you away.
Richard was half-heartedly following along with the video now, his head turned to watch you. He sucked in air seeing your hand between your thighs. He gave up when he saw how surprised you were, he wanted to see. He stepped away, the video still playing on the television and now that your view wasn’t semi blocked by the couch, you could see his hard-on.
“You thirsty, baby?” you asked as he walked around the marble counter, taking you in from every angle.
“Something like that,” he spoke lowly. He crossed by you, his eyes studying the spit all over the cock and he came to a stop behind you, your pussy on display for him. “Fuck.”
He’d never seen you like this before. Your hand was barely touching you, just resting on top. But you were swollen and glistening in the light. Though you were yet to pleasure yourself there, your pussy was easily comparable to itself after a good, long fucking with multiple orgasms. If he thought his erections had been raging and uncomfortable before, the thought had left his mind. He was sure you were having it much worse. And all he wanted to do was pin your hips down and show you no mercy with his mouth on your pussy.
“C'mon daddy,” you swayed your hips side-to-side, teasing him. “I know you miss it.”
You heard him suck in a long breath from behind you. Your back arched, and your head lifted in anticipation. But what you were expecting never came. Any other time, he would’ve spanked you, whether it was because you called him daddy and teased him or simply because your ass was right there in front of him. Really, it didn’t matter, you wanted it either way. Since he didn’t do it, you sat back and looked over your shoulder to him, and did it yourself.
This was going to be it. You could see it in his darkened eyes and hardened stare. He was at his breaking point and lucky for you, you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you if he saw another dick inside you. Even if it was only a toy one.
You turned back to the cock and let another strain of spit fall onto it. When you started to jerk it, Richard moved so he could get a better view of what you were doing. You quite liked the space he’d found himself in, you got a better view and you’d be able to make eye contact with him.
Positioning the tip with your hole, you steadied yourself on the counter and slowly sunk down. Relief flooded your system and sent a cry of harmony out of you and your eyes fluttered closed. Everything you’d been craving in the last week rested on this moment. If you knew Rich the way you thought you did, there was no way this little exhibition wouldn’t work.
“I wanna undress you,” you purred, your eyes dragging down his figure, “take your pants off, daddy. Show me how you do it when you’re all alone.”
To your slight surprise, Richard followed your requests. The sweet honey that dripped from your voice had cast a spell over him and all he wanted to do was please you. Of course, he wasn’t prepared to lose the bet just yet. He was still under the impression he could watch you ride a dildo without breaking.
You pinned your palms to the cool marble counter once his cock was standing tall and proud in front of you. With his pants pooled at his ankles, he spat in his hand and began to stroke his shaft. His hand moved slowly at first, so you slowed down to match his pace.
His eyes never trailed from your core. Your arousal was spilling out all over the place, coating your inner thighs, the fake rubber cock and the counter beneath you. His mouth watered at the sight and each time a fresh, creamy coat appeared, he moved his hand faster. The sounds of skin against skin and skin hitting marble filled the air accompanied by your moans.
It was a bizarre scene, the two of you pleasuring yourselves in front of one another, going at it as if your lives depended on it, but at that moment, it was glorious. Every slap, every bounce, every stroke, every cry for attention. All of it was what dreams were made of and everything you needed to stimulate you after so long of barely anything.
You were getting close. A few more moments and you’d reach your peak and tumble down the hill of despair and loneliness again if this didn’t work. Richard was close too. His hand was moving at an unmatchable pace and his hips were thrusting up to meet his hand erratically. The vein in his neck, the one you liked to kiss all over, had popped out from how hard he was straining himself. That was how you knew.
You pulled yourself off the cock and moved so you were sitting on the edge of the counter, your legs spread out on either side of you. Completely open, you attached your hand to your clit, crying out as you did so and began to rub tight circles. The feeling of being empty was deafeningly painful but touching your clit gave you just enough to cum. Your walls were clenching and contracting against nothing, but seeing your pussy quivering, swollen and open all for him, he couldn’t stop himself.
Before you’ve even processed that you’ve won, Richard was hilt deep in your pussy. He let out the loudest groan you’d ever heard from him and squeezed his eyes closed, his entire body tensing.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he grunted and he spurted his seed inside of you. You lolled your head back, keeping your eyes open as much as you could while you drank in that overwhelming feeling of being full. Feeling just how hot and big he was felt like a whole new experience.
It took a moment for you to realise that since Richard was now inside you, you’d officially won the stupidest, most annoying and dumb bet. Nothing mattered more than that feeling of him on you and it seemed he had the same idea. Right as you were pushing your body up to get your face closer to his, he leant down and met you halfway. Kissing him caused your heart to flutter and your arms wrapped around him tightly, like you were trying to pull him into your person. He used one hand to unclip your bra and it was tossed to the side, completely forgotten as your mouths worked against one another. It was the most uncoordinated and messy kiss of your entire life but it was also the most needed.
“God, I’ve missed you,” you giggled as he tilted your head back with his hands, his tongue slipping into your open mouth.
“I’m never pulling out,” he said in response and you both giggled.
“I never want you to.”
He planted one last kiss on your lips before raising your hips from the counter. You squealed in surprise, but he stayed put. He’d only flipped you round on his dick and bent you over so your burning hot body was pressed to the cold marble. The erect nubs of your breasts pushed into it, the contrast creating a toe-curling sensation. You didn’t have much time to live in that feeling, barely 5 seconds before Richard was fucking into you from behind with a fistful of your hair.
You raised yourself to your tippy toes to give him better access and forced your back into a proper arch. He pounded into you with no rhythm or sense. You were like rabbits and all you wanted to do was fuck until the day was gone. The cries that escaped you only spurred him on and it wasn’t long before you came. The force of your orgasm had you biting back screams and forced Richard to pull out. Your body twitched as cum showered from you, sliding down your thighs and some spilling onto the floor. Richard wasted no time getting in between your thighs to clean you up.
He kissed, nipped and sucked at your most sensitive junction. Every drop of cum possible he caught with his tongue and drank it all like he was thirsty. Fuck, you’d missed his mouth on your body like this. Your hips twitched against his mouth as his tongue dove into your hole and you shrieked before falling into giggles.
“Swear we’re the best combo,” he muttered as he swiped his thumb over his top lip and delivered a love tap to your ass.
From the ground, Richard put his hands on your hips and pulled you to sit down beside him. When you looked at his face, you found he mirrored the way you felt. His eyes were hooded and dark and that smile, god you’d die for that shit-eating grin.
“I knew I was gonna win,” you half-cheered as you started doing a little dance. Richard started laughing at you and you joined in, leaning into one another with the biggest smiles plastered on your faces.
“We look high,” you giggled as he pulled you into his lap, his lips immediately connecting with yours.
“I’m high on you baby,” he teased, cheesing and pressing his forehead into your own.
You fake-gagged and rolled your eyes, “ew, cmon now, we’re better than that.” You both started laughing again and he just started kissing you again, pulling you as close as he possibly could.
“So, this one-week special,” he began, “what should I expect?”
“Oh, the usual,” you shrugged with your hand on his jaw, guiding his lips to yours again, “but I'm tying you down this time.” He smirked at your words and watched you quickly stand up. He looked up at you for a little while, a look of content on his face before it was flushed with a look of realisation.
“Oh, you mean right now?” he asked, gesturing to the ground with his index finger.
You nodded your head, “yes.”
He stood and matched your stance, looking you directly in your eyes. He was close enough to kiss and his fingers were lightly dancing on the skin of your thighs. You’d missed how casually he touched you. The little things like a lingering touch really did mean the world to you.
“You’re insatiable,” he stated firmly.
Before you could reply, he took your hand in his and began to run to your bedroom, pulling you along with him. You both started laughing both in excitement and happiness. The worst week of your life was going to be followed by the best. Especially since you won, everything was on your terms now and it seemed like it was time for some payback for all the punishments and uncomfortable restraints your beloved boyfriend had thrown at you over the years.
