outrageous
ღ divorced!jean, dad’s best friend, daddy kink, rough sex, slight age gap, choking, slight slapping, fingering, nipple play if you squint, quickie (sort of), creampie. MDNI // 18+
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“jean…” you mewled out, your head pressed against the pillow as he rutted his hips. “shh, don’t wanna wake your father yeah?” he taunted sending a harsh slap to your ass, the moment freezing for a while before you felt vibrations next to your ear.
a fucking dream. a wet fucking dream.
you groaned at yourself, turning off the alarm you set. you flipped on your back, your legs spreading so you could finish yourself until a knock on the door interrupted your actions. “yes!” you yelled a little aggressively, oblivious to the fact that your dad was bringing your breakfast to bed. “oh my god i’m so sorry i didn’t know it was you, i love you i’m so sorry really.” you chuckled getting up, leaving a kiss to his cheek. your dad wasn’t the best father but he was trying. it was a bit too late, but both you and your brother have accommodated the divorce situation. you were staying at your father’s since it was closer to your college.
he’s been showering you with affection and gifts, attempting to make you stay but you had already made up your mind to move back with your mother once you graduate. it was much warmer there and it’s not like you’ll be needing to stay close to college. you’ll be done with all that shit. you grabbed the tray and carefully placed it on your desk, going in to hug your father. “it’s the night before christmas! we’re lucky it’s snowing outside.” he cheered like a kid making you roll your eyes at him. “yes we’re so lucky we can’t get out of the house yay!” you fake cheered. “don’t be too grumpy sweetheart. we’re hosting a special guest tonight. he might stay over, tough guy's going through a divorce and we both know how hard that is.” he announced with a sad smile before patting my shoulder.
“well who is he?” you asked, but he shrugged you off. said he wanted to surprise you. you ate your breakfast and showered before going through your usual morning routine then threw on some warm clothes. your mind drifted back to your dream, gulping down at the thought of jean, your dad’s best friend, pounding the hell out of you. your thighs clenched at the thought. it was outrageous. but you loved it. your mind took you back to all the times you’d purposely brush against him, enjoying how his hands would rest on your hips whenever you’d squeeze yourself between him and the kitchen table. you were so jealous of his wife. you hated her. you hadn’t realized you were sitting the whole day thinking about them until your eyes darted out the window and realized it was pitch black.
did you just miss lunch? did you even eat your breakfast? you groaned resting your head in your hands. this is so bad, you thought to yourself. you were obsessed with him. the door rang, making you get out of your room to greet whoever surprise guest your dad was hiding from you. “-snow sucks i know but i’m glad you made i- oh y/n, look who’s here!” your father cheered once he heard your footsteps that stopped midway once you saw the person standing at the door. “jean?” you questioned, afraid your mind was playing you tricks. he smiled at you, a cigarette dangling from his lips before he threw it outside and stepped in, removing his coat. he looked good. great even. such a fucking daddy.
“sweetheart?” your dad called you pulling you out of your state of shock. as he was explaining to you god knows what, you didn’t catch the way jean was eyeing you, his eyes moving up and down your body. all you could process were the words newly divorced and staying over. “oh yeah you told me that. i’m so sorry by the way, must be tough.” you internally cheered, a sly smile involuntarily showing up on your face. but he caught it. he caught every moment of it. “nothing to worry about, our relationship was doomed to end a long time ago.” and it was true. jean was forced into this marriage for some odd reasons and now that he got the chance to leave and see you in those tights, standing so far from him was so tempting to just pull you to him and feel your thighs and ass. you grew into a beautiful he thought, no shame coming to mind. jean was after all younger than your dad and slightly older than you.
you nodded and excused yourself, leaving much to his imagination when you swayed your hips as you walked up, his eyes burning holes in your back. he wanted to get you and he was going to. you closed your door behind you and left the men alone to converse until it was almost midnight and you had to go down and wish them a merry christmas. to surprise, your dad was long gone on the couch, snoring from all the glasses of wine he drank, jean swirling the red liquid in his glass. he heard you approach the living room and looked up at you with the same lusty eyes, the alcohol making him more courageous to walk up to you and lean down, leaving a kiss to the corner of your lips then wishing you a merry christmas. jean needed to see how your body worked under his touch to confirm all the suspicions he had about your attraction to him. all the slight touches and teased, he needed proof and now he just got it. you blushed and whispered another merry christmas, toying with your fingers as you looked up at him, your eyes begging him to fuck you senselessly.
“so, how’s college? any cute little boys?” he teased chugging his glass and setting it on the shelf next to you. “i’m getting good grades, currently on vacation and stuff, it’s my last year before i graduate and move back with my brother and mother. dad’s kinda sad about it though.” you clicked your tongue avoiding his gaze until he rose your head with his pointer finger against your chin, his gaze heavy and firm. “what about the boys?” did he really not care about anything you just said. “what boys?” you frowned, not understanding where he was going. “the boys who’ dream to get in your pants.” jean traced his finger across your lips. “what about them?”
was he jealous? interesting…
“answer me.” jean gripped your face, pulling you even closer. your cunt was throbbing, enjoying his possessiveness. “i only like men.” you taunted, your hand slightly sliding through the opening of his white shirt. “as a matter of fact, i had a dream about one just this morning. it was so, hot,” you breathed against his face, “and sweaty and sensual,” you moaned out your words, “and it was you.” you finally confessed, your hand trailing down his abdomen to trace his print. jean didn’t think you had it in you. such a scandalous babe, needing to be tamed. after all, you had your fair share of issues and didn't seem to mind this at all.
“your room. now.” the male looked down, watching you bite your lip with a sly smile and rush upstairs, his body swiftly turning to make sure your father was still sleeping. he began unbuttoning his dress shirt on his way up, smirking to himself when he saw you spread out on your bed, your clothes completely off, your thighs pressing together to leave much to this imagination. jean groaned at the sight, his dress shirt sliding off his tones armed as he closed the door and threw it across your room, his body crawling on top of yours like a hungry predator. “such an eager little thing,” he breathed down the crease of your breasts, your pores raising as you grew impatient. part of you wanted him to take you fast, afraid to get caught by your dad, but the other part, well, wanted him to take his time to devour you, taste you, make you his. “next time, i’ll be the one taking off your pretty clothes,” he kissed between the valley of your breast before proceeding, “but now, i just wanna fuck this sweet cunt of yours,” he swirled his tongue over your nipple, your fingers tugging at his hair. his fingers ran down your belly to your exposed and spasming sex, their pads slightly brushing over your opening.
“j-jean, stop teasing me please…” you begged moving your hips, trying to get him to push his fingers in but he persisted his assault on your sensitive chest. he only smirked against your skin, his eyes intensely watching you as he dug his fingers in, your opening clenching around them. you moaned at the way he moved his fingers, curling them to brush your spot. “tell me about that dream of yours gorgeous, c’mon.” you were squirming under his touch, doing your best to formulate your next words.
“we- we were in my room, ngh…” you arched your back once his applied pressure to your clit. “then you fucked me, doggy, on this bed, fuck, fuck…” you breathed out, hid eyed never leaving your sweaty face. jean was quite intrigued by taking you from behind, his cock already twitching at the idea. he wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers harshly leaving your tiny hole to spasm around nothing, a sharp yelp leaving your lips. jean turned you around, your body completely pressing against the mattress, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip as you heard him unzip and pull down his slacks, his hands pumping his shaft before tapping it against your ass, your hands reaching back to spread your cheeks apart, your arousal dripping down your mattress.
“you’re so small,” he slapped your cunt before pushing his index finger in to torture you, “and so sensitive.” another finger in. he toyed with your cunt for a few seconds before pulling his digits out and bent over you, his fingers in front of your face, signaling you to suck them which you did proudly. “that’s my good girl, now stay quite for daddy,” he teased keeping his fingers in your mouth, his hips slamming against yours in one thrust, bottoming out. your yelp was muffled by his rough palm, his teeth sinking in your shoulder. you walls started accommodating to his size, the need for friction growing stronger. “please move,” you whimpered, his lips kissing your shoulder blade and his hand interlocking yours.
jean pulled out at an agonizing pace before pushing back in, his thrusts deep and slow. he was savoring the sound of your sweet whimpers and how you struggled to move beneath him. you were so cute. too bad he became to grew eager, he thought to himself. he pulled himself up and propped you on your fours, his cock going back in instantly, not fond of the lack of warmth. “now tell me baby,” he started fucking your at a steady pace, your fingers gripping onto your sheets. “was i fucking you like this?” he taunted then picked up his pace, his hips pounding into you like an animal in heat, “or was i pounding you like this?” his quick pace took you out as you moaned out, your head falling against your pillow nodding, jean’s muscular arm wrapping around your hips to maintain the angle. your ass was up, sticking out for all his worth, his hand going down to leave innocent spanks, enjoying the way your flesh turned red.
“use your words,” he reached down to wrap his hand around your neck and host you up, his other one quick to find your clit and rub it. “yes daddy, mhm, want more daddy,…” you moaned, tears dropping down your cheeks from the intensity of the euphoric feeling. “yeah now that’s more like it,” he grunted squeezing your throat almost blocking the air out. your walls felt like gum against his warm cock, his beautiful flushed tip curved up and rubbing your sweet spot, your orgasm forming in your stomach. “daddy, daddy ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum daddy…” you squealed like a fucked out whore to him, making him go deeper and releasing of your used throat, however his fingers still circling your swollen bud. it was finally coming true, jean was fucking your needy pussy like you’ve always dreamed of, the simple satisfaction of it all made you clench around him to bring him closer to his climax.
“i can feel you choking me darling,” he grunted with a low chuckle, “c’mon, cum around daddy’s fat cock c’mon,” he slightly whimpered in your ear, his chest sticking to your back as he continued abusing your poor cunt, your insides squeezing and gushing around him. jean was close to follow, his cum filling you up to the brim. you didn’t mind, you were more than pleased to welcome his seed. he stilled inside you for a bit before muttering out: “next time i’ll make sure everyone hears you.”
