Hi! Can we get mire age gap Hozier? Bit of guilty pleasure and maybe a bit of a corruption kink? Or something like that? Pretty please with a cherry on top? 💜
A/n: Maybe age gap is actually my favorite thing to write. I love you sadistic andrew but ill always have a soft spot for age gaps.
Also, guys, im getting through my asks very slowly. If you sent one in and it hasnt been answered just know that i HAVE seen it, and its coming!!! And also please send me more!!! Send me fifty in a row if you want!!! The more ideas i have the more i get to write
Andrew had always tried his absolute best to keep you a secret. It’s not that he felt guilty, exactly, he just knew that people would talk. Or maybe he did feel a little guilty, but it didn’t change how he felt about you. No amount of guilt or shame could keep him away from what he wanted.
Part of him did feel bad. He knew you wanted to be with him, he knew you loved him and chose him, but he also knew that he had pursued you. He had approached you knowing the gap between you both, and he still asked you out. He still coaxed you home after dinner. He still told you to just let him take care of you as he stripped your clothes off.
His face was warm at the thought. He often thought back on that night. It wasn’t his proudest moment, but he’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Besides, you didn’t seem to mind.
His arms wrapped around you late in the afternoon, hands skimming up the front of your body. He was glad at least that with you still being young you didn’t mind sleeping in until three with him. He kissed your shoulder, his beard scratching against your skin. The familiar roughness stirred you awake, leaning back into him. His bare chest was pressed against your back, holding you close to him. He loved how much smaller you were, how easy it was for him to hold you like this, how easy it was to hold you down and take what he wanted from you…
You turned over in his arms to press your face against his chest, breathing him in. He smelled so nice, the lingering scent of his cologne combined with the familiar smell of the sheets.
“Good morning,” he murmured, kissing the too of your head. “How’s my little lamb?”
You always got so embarrassed when he called you that. It was a little patronizing, but you didn’t mind it too much. If he wanted to see you as some innocent sheep you’d let him. You kissed his sternum, nuzzling into him, too tired to muster up a response.
“Yeah?” He shifted slowly, laying you down on your back so he could slip his knee in between your thighs. His hands held your waist, and he looked down at you with this focused expression, like he was taking you in in your entirety. He leaned down to press himself against your neck, mouthing kisses into your throat as he worked your shorts off.
You let him. Of course you did. You had never been pliant like this with anyone else, but you just couldn’t help the urge to obey him, to do whatever he wanted, to let him take everything. He bit down on your shoulder, groaning into you as he finally got your bottoms off, his fingers immediately dragging against your arousal.
“Always so wet for me,” he practically growled into your throat. “You want it so bad? You’re so filthy, aren’t you. God. My perfect little girl.”
Andrew slid two fingers into you, pulling back to look at you as you tried to hide your face in the pillows in embarrassment. He let you. He loved seeing you get so flustered when he touched you like this.
He sped up not soon after he’d began. He usually worked up slowly, wanting to draw it out, but he was eager this morning. He needed you immediately. He felt how wet you felt around him, how warm, how you accommodated his fingers so easily as he added a third. He kissed you cheek, smiling against you.
“You’re such a good girl. You’re just so eager to take me, hm? You want it that bad?”
His fingers slid out of you, and you could feel the warm release of fluids dripping onto the sheets. The mattress dipped slightly as Andrew shuffled himself out of his sweatpants and boxers. You hadn’t expected it as he pushed into you, so quickly and without time for you to adjust. He was big, bigger than average you were sure. He was usually so gentle.
“Shhh,” he soothed as he heard you whine. “You can take it, can’t you? Because you’re my good girl. My perfect little girl. You can take whatever I give you. Fuck.”
Your nails dug into his back as his thrusts grew rougher, pushing you down into the mattress with every movement. It hurt so good to feel so full of him. He was moaning and huffing into your ear, and your eyes fell shut as you took in all the noises he made. You loved knowing that you did this to him. That he wanted you this badly.
“Come on love,” he said softly. “Open that pretty mouth. Let me hear you, yeah?”
The ease in which he could command you into doing whatever he wanted was almost terrifying. You’d do whatever he wanted you to. You always had. Every filthy fantasy, every intimidating suggestion—it was all easy when he asked you to do it. In your mind, there was no other option but to do what would make him happy.
You whined and moaned into his shoulder, scratching down his back, not caring anymore if you would break skin. You knew he liked the pain anyway. His arms wrapped around you completely, holding you against him as he fucked into you.
“Fuck- you’re such a good girl,” he panted, “such a good fucking girl. Love breaking you like this.”
He pressed fevered kisses into the side of your face as his thrusts began to grow shaky, and only a moment later, he was burying himself inside you. You came around him at the feeling of him filling you, of knowing that you were his in every way.
As you both came down, he settled on top of you, letting out a deep breath.
“Are you ready to get up for the day, then?” He questioned. You could feel him smiling as he kissed your cheek once more. “So good for me. Such a good fucking girl.”
hi hi hi. im not sure if you take requests. BUT. id totally fw age gapzier, where there is a 10ish yr gap. but they have like a totally healthy relationship!!! (could be smut or fluff (or both)) thxxx
Too sweet || part one
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A/N: this is gonna be my first real multichapter fic on this blog :) updates will fluctuate with how often they’re posted, and chapter lengths will also vary. This is really self indulgent!!
Summary: andrew has a secret tumblr blog. Hijinks ensue
Warnings: (whole fic) age difference, smut, sexting, mentioned sexual abuse trauma, angst and comfort, f!reader, depression and anxiety, cptsd, unhealthy attachment issues, obsessive behaviors
the reader insert for this fic does have a past of childhood sexual abuse/grooming and it will most likely be discussed, just an fyi. reader is around 18-20 yrs old in this fic, though a specific age is never mentioned
a lot of the fic, in the beginning at least, will probably be messaging heavy because that's how they'll be communicating initially lol, so if you're not into texting fics you might not like this one
Andrew had had his blog for as long as he could remember. Long before his music got popular, he’d been posting about his daily life. Boring stuff for the most part—train rides, poems, new recipes he was trying. He liked documenting things, and he liked having a space where he could be himself without anyone knowing it was really him.
As he had gotten more popular in his professional life, he had only savored his space online more. It was nice to have somewhere to go where he wouldn’t be recognized, where nobody expected anything of him. He could just… exist.
He didn’t make a habit of scrolling very much. He rarely reblogged anything, he only followed a few accounts. It was more of a journal for him than anything. Besides, he didn’t like risking seeing any posts about him. He’d never been one to seek that out, and he’d rather keep himself away from other’s opinions of him, good or bad.
Lately, though, he’d been letting curiosity get the better of him. He had any tags mentioning him blocked, and he liked to think he wasn’t one to fall victim to mindless scrolling, yet he found himself using it to occupy his free time. After the stress of the tour, he’d been spending more time at home, and there were only so many things he could do to occupy that time.
For the most part, his feed was gardening and wildlife photos, and the occasional inspirational quote--but every so often, something unfamiliar would pop up on his dash. A gifset from a show he hadn’t watched, fanart for a movie he’d never been a fan of. This time, though, it was a textpost—at the top of it, a photo of himself. His brow furrowed. He could have sworn he'd blocked any mention of himself from his account. He knew he should probably scroll past the post and pay no mind, but he found himself reading anyway.
@p3rfectp1ety | can't stop thinking about how good he'd feel inside me-
Andrew stopped reading and promptly shut the app. He should have known better than to read anything posted about him. He sat for a moment, head leaning back on the couch cushions, before turning his phone back on
@p3rfectp1ety | can't stop thinking about how good he'd feel inside me, holding me down and fucking me after a show to get his energy out >_<
There was a pastel banner attached to the bottom of the post, and Andrew realized why it hadn't been blocked from his feed. Neither the tags nor the text itself mentioned him at all, which he found strange. The post only had a few interactions on it.
He clicked on the profile. The rest of it was decorated with the same theme as the banner on the post, a theme that didn't match the content of most of the posts on the blog. They were all... perverted, for lack of a better term. Andrew's brow furrowed as he scrolled through the account. He knew he should just block it and click away, but it had been so long since he'd consumed any content about himself that he couldn't help but keep scrolling.
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You clicked on the notification as soon as you got it. hx_adomanic liked your post. The blog was fairly generic--the profile picture was a photo of the woods, as was the banner, no bio. You scrolled through for a few minutes. A majority of the posts were photos of various outdoor scenes without captions. If there was a caption, it was simply the date and location. There were a few textposts and reblogs, most of them not seeming related to each other. The blog seemed to have been active for a while. For a moment you considered the possibility that it was a bot, until you came across a post from a month or so prior.
@hx_adomanic | It feels good to be home. Finally have enough time to catch up.
Attached was a photo of a dark wood coffee table, a stack of books on top of it. The background was out of focus, but you could make out an acoustic guitar on display beside what looked like a bookshelf. The table had a few dark rings on it, presumably left behind by tea or coffee mugs, and there was a leather bound journal in the corner of the photo. You liked the post without thinking, scrolling past it.
hx_adomanic followed you
You smiled, scrolling back to the top of the blog and following them back. Without thinking too much about it, you hit the message button.
p3erfectp1ety: do you post anything other than nature pics?
The response took a couple minutes, but when it did come, you couldn't help but grin, bringing your knees up to your chest.
hx_adomanic: Do you post anything other than sexual fantasies?
p3rfectp1ety: music! and movie reviews. its not all sex, I swear. besides you're the one who followed me
hx_adomanic: True. And yeah, I do post other things, I just haven't had much time lately. just getting back into it and all
p3rfectp1ety: busy schedule?
hx_adomanic: i have a very demanding job
You couldn't remember the last time you had actually made friends with someone else on the site. Your content definitely didn't appeal to a very wide audience, but that had never mattered to you. You posted it for yourself, not for the approval of others.
With every response they gave, you got more excited. They seemed pretty private, avoiding any personal questions you asked, but they did reciprocate most of your playful flirting. You definitely weren’t currently seeking a relationship, but a little fun never hurt anybody, right?
After a while, the messages slowed, and eventually stopped. You presumed they had fallen asleep. You could tell by the location tags in a lot of their photos that they lived in Ireland--an idea that you couldn't help but excite yourself over. You had just recently moved to Dublin, and the suggestion that you might already have a friend in the area had you anxious to keep talking to them.
With a glance at the clock on your nightstand, you decided it would probably be smart to try and sleep at some point as well. 12:46 AM. You had work in the morning, and though your boring corporate desk job wasn't anything to break the bank over, you needed it to keep your visa. You had been painfully on time since you'd gotten the job six weeks ago, and you refused to break that streak over a new online friend.
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Andrew woke the next morning groggier than usual. His phone was on the mattress beside his face instead of on the nightstand as usual. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, tapping the screen to check the time. 2:50 PM. There were several Tumblr notifications at the bottom of the screen, as well as a few emails and missed texts. He normally tried to refrain from being on his phone first thing in the morning, but he couldn't help himself.
p3rfectp1ety: you probably fell asleep >_< goodnight!
12:34 PM
p3rfectp1ety: still sleeping? I guess we were up late. I hope I didn't keep u up too much <3
He could feel excitement building up in his chest. He was no stranger to flirting with women online, he had quite a bit of experience in the field, but something about the fact that you had a whole blog dedicated to posting about him made it all the more addicting.
hx_adomanic: I did, sorry! Just woke up. you didn't keep me up, love, don't worry
Stretching his legs across the mattress, he set his phone on the nightstand and pulled himself out of bed. He grabbed his glasses off the bathroom counter, sliding them on with shaky hands before looking himself over in the mirror. His hair was a mess, in desperate need of a wash, but he couldn't be bothered. He pulled half of it into a loose ponytail, just enough to keep it out of his face as he went about his morning.
It was one of those rare days without rain in Wicklow. A thick overcast still kept any sun from reaching the back garden, but the lack of rain was enough to get Andrew outside to tend to his plants. He'd collected quite a few over the years. The gray and cloudy nature of Ireland had made brightly colored flowers and ivies that climbed up the walls of his home enticing. The flora truly made the space homier, less dull and depressing. He watered his plants and spent a while trimming up the bushes before heading back inside.
He enjoyed a quiet breakfast--late lunch at that point,---getting through a few chapters of the novel he'd been reading before he made his way back upstairs. After responding to several work related emails, Andrew finally allowed himself to check his messages with you.
p3rfectp1ety: 😵💫
p3rfectp1ety: you slept in late ^^
p3rfectp1ety: how r u?
hx_adomanic: i have a habit of sleeping late yeah ha
hx_adomanic: i'm quite well. I did a bit of work in the garden and tried to get through some of my book. trying to relax with the time off I have. how are you?
p3rfectp1ety: I'm good! I got off work a little bit ago so I've just been at home
Andrew clicked on your profile again. There were a few new posts, all of them just as filthy as the first one he'd seen. He stared at the screen for a moment, a mix of guilt and arousal settling in his stomach. He should cut this off now. It was wrong to pursue you knowing your views on him, even if you didn't know who he really was. There was an inherent power imbalance.
hx_adomanic: Sorry if I'm being too personal, but what's the story behind your blog?
hx_adomanic: I mean, I guess I just don't usually see stuff like that. my feed is mostly photos of trees haha
p3rfectp1ety: your blog is from like 2010 tho I cant believe you've gone that long without seeing porn on here, lol. wdym the story? I guess I just like posting my fantasies
hx_adomanic: hm
p3rfectp1ety: what?? do you think its weird or something
hx_adomanic: I don't think it's weird. what does it matter what I think anyway?
"I woke with her walls around me" from work song. Except, not the walls of her house, yk 😋
Sorry for my absence. Here i am!!
Andrew woke early in the morning, just as the sun was peeking through the curtains. His arms were still wrapped tightly around you, holding you close to his chest. You’d both been so tired the night before that you’d slept soundly and without moving an inch.
Which meant, of course…
He groaned, trying to keep from moving out of fear that his hardening cock would slip out of you. You were slick, your thighs drenched in your own arousal, no doubt from the unrelenting fullness you’d felt throughout the night. Andrew bucked his hips slightly, burying himself deeper into you. You didn’t stir.
Gently, he moved his hands to your waist to keep you still, pushing your thighs apart and setting a slow pace. He wanted to take his time. To savor you, all pliant and malleable beneath him. He slid in and out of you easily, your cunt perfectly stretched and ready for him after being stuffed all night as you slept. As he grew more frantic, you stayed asleep, your cheek pressed into your pillow.
“So good,” Andrew growled, leaning down to kiss your neck. “So perfect.”
The feeling of his beard scratching your skin woke you. You whined softly, taking a moment to realize what was happening. “Andrew?” You mumbled.
“Shh,” he husked into your ear. “Quiet, baby. Go back to sleep.”
You were still exhausted. Despite his thrusts growing rough and irregular, you found yourself falling back to sleep.
What about overstimulating a frustrated reader? Something like she broke up with someone and started ranting to him about how he never got her to finish an he took the matter into his own hands kind of vibe?👀
The working of my hands
A/n: hi guys…. Sorry for the disappearance. I’ve been working, and also trying to find a med that actually works, and a lot of other stuff. But!!! The new interview coming up had inspired me, so, i’m gonna TRY and write more for a bit. I know i’ve said that before like three times, but for real this time. Anyway, enjoy!!
P.s. oh my god this is so much longer than i originally anticipated. NOT proofread by the way, so if there are typos… im sorry
“It’s just- it’s frustrating, Andrew!” You were starting to make yourself angry, having been ranting for at least an hour by now. As soon as Andrew had heard what had happened, he’d invited you over for a drink, which quickly became two… and then five. You were beyond tipsy, sharing a little more than you usually would.
“I mean, he cheated on me! When he’s the one who couldn’t get me off! I mean, I was great. I could tell I was great. He’s not a great actor—horrible, actually. He couldn’t fake it if he tried.” You huffed, tapping your empty glass, silently asking him for another drink. He had not so subtly put the drink away a while ago, hoping he’d be able to get you to calm down and go to sleep eventually. He had been drinking himself, but not nearly as much.
He grabbed your glass, slowly standing up and rinsing it before filling it with water. “‘S that so?” His brow was furrowed as he sat back down. He was upset for you, sure, but more so worried. He’d never seen you so worked up.
“It’s just- i don’t know. It’s like he didn’t even care to try. If it wasn’t quick and easy, he didn’t want to put the effort in.” You scoffed. “God knows he was quick and easy. Jesus.”
Andrew tried to hold back a laugh, nodding. “Mhm.”
“It’s not funny.”
All the humor in his expression vanished. “Oh, no, I know it isn’t.” He looked down, shifting in his seat. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You rest your cheek on your arm, level with the counter you were sitting at. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t be upset. He wasn’t even that nice.”
Andrew’s hand made its way to your shoulder, squeezing you softly. “I understand why you are. I can’t imagine how frustrating it must have been, love.”
“It was.” Your eyes fell shut. You were out of energy to be mad about it by now, and the weight of Andrew’s hand against you was comforting enough to calm you for a moment.
“You alright?” He asked softly, in that deep, soothing voice you loved so much…. You couldn’t really help the flush in your cheeks. You didn’t understand the thoughts racing through your mind, it must just be the alcohol affecting you.
“I’m alright. Thank you.” You sat up, and his hand fell away from you. You tried to hide the flash of disappointment, but his face twitched ever so slightly.
“Are you sure?” He slid out of his seat as you stood up, legs shaking. Suddenly, you were in his arms, your face pressed against his chest, a quiet sob forcing its way past your lips. “Oh- oh, love. It’s alright. He was a prick anyway.”
He held you, leading you over to the couch. His arms were so steady, he felt so warm, so firm against your face.
After a moment, the tears subsided. He adjusted his hold on you, and your head laid against his shoulder. He didn’t speak for a little bit, waiting for your breathing to calm.
“You’re alright?” He asked again. You nodded, but a fresh wave of frustration was already building up inside you.
“Yeah, I just- I don’t know.” You sighed, pressing against him further. He held you closer. “I’m in shock, I guess. I didn’t expect it is all.”
It was an understatement, for sure. He had been a prick, yeah, and terrible in bed, but you loved him. For him to come home and confess cheating and then break up with you soon after? You just weren’t prepared for it.
“I know, love. I’m sorry.” Andrews cheek brushed your hair. You were so close to him, every point of contact making your skin burn hot.
“I guess it’s a good thing, though. I’ll find someone else. Someone who’s… better. You know.”
“Hm.”
You couldn’t turn your head up enough to see his expression. His hand drifted from your arm to your waist, fingers teasing the hem of your shirt.
“Andrew?” Your face was flushed, both from the alcohol and the sudden realization of how attractive he really was. He shifted you both, laying you down and settling on top of you. One palm held your face, his brow furrowed, eyes boring into you. Studying you. You had never felt so exposed.
“Let me help, love. Let me be better than him.”
His words made your chest tighten, your breathing stopping for a moment. But his gaze didn’t falter. He knew what he wanted, and you knew he would get it in the end. He had always been like that. Persistent.
You just nodded, but it didn’t seem to be enough for him. His fingers threaded through your hair, scratching your scalp.
“Yes,” you whispered. “Please.”
Andrew leaned down, slowly, his lips brushing against yours. He kissed the corner of your mouth, lips trailing across your face and down your neck. He didn’t rush. He didn’t go straight to undressing you. He was taking his time. It was… nice. A nice change of pace. His teeth nicked your throat, and you squirmed beneath him, heat rising up your whole body.
“Shh.” His hands were firm on your waist now, grounding. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
You nodded, sinking into the cushions. One of his knees slipped between your legs, and you were thankful to keep yourself busy while he continued his kissing. Your hips rolled slowly against him, the friction of your clothing only worsening your frustration. He let you, too focused on kissing every inch of you to mind. His hands slid under your shirt, gently pulling it off of you without needing much help.
After a few minutes, his kissing grew more hungry. His tongue dragged over your collarbone, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You whined, once again restless.
“Be patient,” he hummed. One of his hands lifted you towards him just slightly, the other reaching under your back, unhooking your bra and letting it join your shirt on the floor. Soon after, his mouth was all over your chest too. It was maddening, how thorough he was. How determined he was to kiss and bite and lick every part of you before he gave you any release. You started to grind more feverously against his thigh, and he let out a low noise, almost a growl. One strong hand gripped your hip, forcing you against the couch and keeping you still.
“You’re so needy,” he mumbled against your skin. “You want it that badly?”
“Please, Andrew.” You hated how pathetic you sounded, your words coming out as a desperate whine. He just hummed, moving down your body, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs. The hand on your hip moved down to the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart just enough for him to settle himself between them.
You were staring up at him, surely knowing what came next—but to your surprise, he lowered himself further, and before you had any time to protest, just tongue was against the already damp fabric of your panties. You let out a noise, half surprised and half aroused, and you could feel him smile against you.
He didn’t say a word as he worked, his tongue dragging across you, fingers stroking your thigh, humming against you. After a while, he pulled your panties off, and they joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
Andrew’s hands, almost large enough to encompass your entire lower half, gently spread you apart. The look on his face was so focused. It turned you on in a way you had never experienced before.
“Andrew, I-“
“Hm?” He paused, looking up at you, his hands slipping away. “Are you alright? I’m sorry, I’m going too fast, aren’t I?”
You shook your head. “No, it’s just- are you sure? I mean, I-“
You almost didn’t continue, but he nodded, urging you on.
“It’s hard. For me. I- it takes me a long time to finish. It’s why he never even tried. I guess it’s just- I don’t know. It’s too much work.”
“Mmm.” A low noise rumbled from his throat, and he was smiling now, almost predatory. He pressed his nose against your neck, his hand sliding between your thighs, two fingers trailing up and down your cunt—already soaked from all his teasing.
“I like to work for it, love. Feels like I’ve earned it at the end, when I do get you there.” He kisses the side of your neck, one finger pressing itself into you, quickly followed by another. You choked out a moan, hiding your face against his shoulder. He let you, holding you close with his other hand, his forearm supporting his weight against the couch.
His fingers moved slowly at first, stroking your insides and drawing noises out of you. He seemed to love the noise, pressing soft kisses wherever he could reach, biting you every so often. When he felt you growing restless, he sped up, reaching all those spots you couldn’t quite reach yourself. His fingers were so long, so skilled and sure of every movement.
“How does it feel?” He murmured into your ear. You just nodded, unable to speak. He had barely touched you, and you were already too far gone to form a coherent thought. He adjusted himself slightly, his thumb dragging across your clit in just the right way. It felt so good, and yet you couldn’t feel the pleasure mounting to anything. You tried to be patient, waiting a few minutes, trying to relax and focus on his touching, but you eventually got frustrated.
You groaned, and he sat up slightly, his hand stilling against you. His head was tilted slightly. “What’s wrong?”
It took you a moment to find your words. “I don’t know, it’s just… taking a while. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, leaning down and kissing you on the lips—the one spot they hadn’t yet reached. His fingers began to move inside you again, slowly at first but quickly growing faster.
“Don’t be sorry,” he murmured against you as he pulled away. “I told you, I like to work for it.”
He kissed your jaw, nuzzling against your neck. “You just need to relax. You’re too worried about the end product. Just- enjoy it, love. Just feel me touching you. Focus on that, not trying to finish. Let me worry about that.”
His fingers threaded into your hair, his thumb stroking the side of your head.
“Just relax,” he said softly. You felt the tightness in your chest vanish, the tension in your body melting away. You followed his instruction, trying to calm your thoughts, focusing instead on the feeling of his fingers dragging against you. The scratch of his beard against your skin. The weight of him on too of you. You closed your eyes, feeling the way he would change pace every so often, occasionally pulling his fingers out to focus on teasing your clit before sinking back into you quicker than before. Every other thought seemed unimportant in comparison to how dedicated he was to your pleasure.
After a while, you didn’t know how long, you finally felt something building inside you. You got a little louder, whimpering into his shoulder, tightening around him, and he sped up.
“That’s it,” he growled into your ear. “That’s it, just relax for me. Cum for me, love. Let me have it.”
He kissed the side of your face as you did, his movement unfaltering. He didn’t seem to want to stop, not in the slightest. You squeaked in protest, trying to squirm your hips away from him, but you had nowhere to escape to with him caging you in so effectively.
“Let me make you feel good.” His voice was low, a tone you had never heard from him before. He sounded so drunk on you, and when he sat up slightly to look at you again, his pupils were so blown that his eyes were almost black, his face flushed, soft pants escaping his lips.
He slid down your body, his fingers slipping out of you to pry your thighs apart once more, and without giving you a chance to calm down, his mouth was on you. It seemed more like he was doing this for his own pleasure at this point, with the excitement that seemed to seep from every movement. Every lap of his tongue against your already sensitive clit. He was biting and sucking wherever he could, letting out soft moans against you.
Despite the overwhelming sensation, you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his face. “Mmmh.” His hands gripped you tighter, nails digging into your thighs. One of them moved away, and he slid his fingers into you again, tongue still lapping at you. It didn’t take you very long to cum again, but even then he didn’t stop. Even as you felt yourself shaking, every inch of your body burning, he kept going, determined to show you just how much work he was willing to put into making you feel good.
You weren’t sure how much time passed before he finally ceased, laying his body on top of you, both of you panting and catching your breath.
When you were finally relaxed, exhaustion beginning to overcome you, he nestled his face against your neck.
“Was i better than him?”
The last bit of your energy went into the giggle that left your lips. “Much better.”
I love this request oh my god… ive been looking for an excuse to write this thank you
You had been seeing the same dentist basically since you were a kid, so when you walked into the clinic to check in for a routine cleaning and were told that he had retired without notice, you felt yourself grow anxious. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Right? You could trust another licensed professional to clean your teeth for God’s sake.
After only a few minutes of waiting, you were called back by one of the techs. They asked a few routine questions about any pain, any new changes that needed to be looked at, and after concluding that nothing of concern had come up you were left to wait. You always hated the waiting part. Sitting in the uncomfortable chair, staring at the wall, semi paranoid that they’d find a new cavity you hadn’t anticipated. You had always taken fairly good care of your teeth, so you had no real reason so worry, but the fear of embarrassment was enough to have you fidgeting.
Someone knocked on the doorframe, and you sat up, still tapping against the plastic cover on the chair. He seemed…. Friendly.
He sat down on the chair beside the monitor, clicking through a few things. “I see that you were a patient of Dr. Smith’s? We were all sad to see him go, you know, great man.” He typed a note, his leg bouncing against the chair. “I’m Dr. Byrne. I’ll be taking care of you today.”
You just nodded. His voice was calming, which you supposed was probably useful when dealing with screaming children who were certain they had been taken here to be strapped down and sacrificed.
“Just a check up today then?” He squinted at the screen for a moment before turning his chair to face you.
“Uh… yeah.”
He smiled, nodding. “Alright then. I’ll have you lie back then.”
You tried not to feel too awkward as he adjusted the chair to let you lie down. It always felt a little awkward, though. You had concluded a long time ago that there was really no way to avoid it while you had someone poling around in your mouth. The light above you was bright, but he adjusted it slightly so it wouldn’t be shining directly in your eyes. You stared up at the ceiling as he adjusted things, rolling his chair up beside you.
“Comfortable?” He asked gently. You nodded. “Alright, I’ll have you open wide for me then.”
You were used to the passive, one-sided conversation that seemed to be impossible to avoid during these appointments. It was nice, though. Better than the silence.
“You really keep up with your appointments, don’t you?”
You weren’t sure why the simple statement made your stomach twist. You couldn’t really respond, but he kept talking anyway. You felt the cool, iron taste of the mirror against your tongue.
“It really shows, too. Usually I have to interrogate people to get the truth of how often they really floss—they always say twice a day but we all know that isn’t true. You seem to be the exception though.” He was focused as he spoke, his voice a little quieter and less present. “Beautiful, truly.”
You felt your face get hot. You tried your best not to move.
“Open a little wider for me, love.”
You shut your eyes. He was just being friendly. He was chatty, most dentists were. You didn’t want to think about the heat building between your thighs.
Luckily, the noise of his tools made it impossible for him to fluster you any more for a while. You lost yourself in the familiar feeling of the water, the harsh mint. If you kept your eyes closed, it was all just routine.
One of his hands cupped the side of your jaw, his thumb pressing against your molars to coax your mouth open a little wider. You hadn’t noticed it closing slightly as you relaxed. You knew your face must be red, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t move, you kept your eyes shut.
The noise stopped. He was done, quick and easy as usual, but you could sense the tension, his hesitance to move away.
His hand eventually pulled away from you, and you let out a tense breath, finally opening your eyes. You kept your gaze trained on the ceiling.
“You really are a model patient. I’m impressed, truly. It’s not often everything goes so smoothly.” He adjusted his gloves. You heard the squeaking of latex rubbing together. “Well, no issues. We should be done then.”
He rolled his chair across the floor, and you heard the door click shut. Your brow furrowed. He didn’t acknowledge the action as he went back to the computer, typing in a few notes.
“I was wondering,” he murmured, his eyes on the screen for a moment before he looked back at you. You finally met his eyes. “If you wouldn’t mind, could i just look a little more?”
The question shocked you, and you didn’t understand the excitement flooding your chest.
“Uhm… okay.”
You could see his hands shaking as he moved back to sit next to you. You looked up at him instead of the ceiling this time, taking in his face. He was nice to look at, his eyes reflecting the clinical light in just the right way.
One hand came up to the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your lips, and you opened your mouth for him. His thumb traced over your teeth, his brow furrowed. He really was studying you so closely, with so much care and attention. It made you shift in your seat.
“Hm?” He pressed down on your thumb, pulling your mouth open wider. The feeling of being so open for him, letting him do whatever he liked… it wasn’t like anything you’d ever felt before. He held your mouth open with one hand, his other tracing over the line of your teeth. They weren’t straight, by any means, but you had never felt the need to straighten them. His eyes didn’t hold any scrutiny, only fascination.
“Beautiful,” he said again. Your thighs pressed together. He pulled back slightly, his mouth twitching.
“What? Are you enjoying this?”
You looked away, unable to respond with his fingers holding you open. Two fingers made their way against your tongue and down your throat. You tried not to gag, you tried not to made it obvious the way you were desperately searching for friction.
And then he pulled away, all at once. He typed a few more notes before fixing your chair and standing. The quickness in which the energy changed was jarring. It left you feeling fuzzy and disoriented.
“You’re all set, then.” He smiled, opening the office door for you. “Have a lovely day. I look forward to your next visit.”
The promise in his tone had you looking forward to it just as much.
DDLG Andy. Extremely fluffy smut. Imagine you are cold so he gives you a hoodie so while having sex you are doing like sweater paws. Just extremely fluffy and cute… imma go hide in my shame hole
Thank you for the request :33 this is very sleepy because im very sleepy. Hope u like. Not too smutty because i was focused on fluff as usual with my ddlg
It had been a slow, cozy day. You and Andrew had both opted to stay in for most of it, cuddling up on the couch in front of the fireplace and watching movies, Christmas tree lights twinkling in the corner of the living room.
He’d gotten more comfortable taking on a more ‘fatherly’ role as of late. He was growing more attuned to your moods, able to tell when you needed a little more attention than usual. Today seemed to be one of those days. He’d opted for something simple for dinner—having a bit too much fun dressing up your plate and filling up your water bottle for you—but it made you happy, so he didn’t dwell too much on how much he truly enjoyed taking care of you like this.
It wasn’t until later, once you were both cuddled up in bed, that you got handsy. Grabbing at his shirt, kissing his neck, whining that you needed him. Rolling his eyes playfully, Andrew obliged, despite his growing tiredness. Anything to make his little girl happy.
Around halfway into your rendezvous, he noticed you shivering beneath him. It had been getting colder, and he despised having the heat on so the house always had a bit of a chill. He frowned, his brow furrowed.
“Oh, honey. Are you cold? Poor girl.” He paused mid thrust, scanning the room for something to warm you up. He leaned over you to grab the hoodie he had discarded as you had both gotten under the covers.
“Here, sweet thing.” Gently, he helped you into it. The fabric still smelled like him, warm and comforting. “Better?”
Once you nodded, he continued fucking you. He was slow, hardly awake if he was honest, enjoying taking his time. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, his rough facial hair scratching against your skin. You whimpered against him, trying ti grab at his chest, but the sleeves of his sweater were much too long, covering your hands. He let out a low chuckle, stroking your hair.
“Aw, poor thing. The sleeves are too long, aren’t they?” He kissed your forehead, leaning down closer, supporting himself against the mattress so he wouldn’t crush you completely. He thrusts into you were still slow and drawn out, one hand reaching down to rub against your clit. His movements were shaky and unsure. You could tell he was tired, and you were too, the scent of his clothes on you relaxing to the point of making you sleepy.
Eventually, Andrew was barely moving. He was nuzzled into you, his body gently resting on top of yours, the pressure of his weight on you soothing. He mumbled against your cheek, half asleep.
“Sorry, love. We had a slow day, didn’t we?” He yawned. “Slow days make me sleepy. Are you sleepy?”
You hum softly, nodding, and he carefully pulled put of you. He was thankfully awake enough to clean up before pulling your underwear back on, as well as his, and cuddling up next to you. He pulled the covers over you both, pulling you against his chest. You pressed your face between his pecs, eyes falling shut.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured into your hair as he drifted off. “Daddy’s good girl.”
Large hands held you down on the bed, blunt nails dragging against your skin with each hard thrust. You weren’t sure what had him so feral, but he had showed absolutely no mercy, taking you completely in every way he wanted.
“Such a pathetic slut,” he growled into your ear, slamming into you harder. “This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? You’re such a dirty whore, you know that? Letting me fuck you like this?” He moaned into your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist and holding you up against his chest. “Good girl. Perfect little fucktoy.”
He bit your neck, licking your skin, his thrusts growing sloppy and desperate. He needed you, and you could tell he was close.
“Fuck-“ he ket out a shuddering breath, hot against your ear. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to breed you like the slut you are?” You whimpered, face pressing into the mattress.
“Yeah you do. Cuz you’re a good girl, aren’t you? My good girl. Mine to breed and fuck and use.” He choked out a moan, barely holding back. “And i’m going to fill you up and make sure you never forget that. And you’re gonna love it.”
His hips pressed against you, a soft whimper leaving his lips. He burrowed his face into your neck as he finished, cock twitching as he filled you so deliciously. Warmth flooded your stomach, his thrusts now shallow, body pressed tight against yours to prevent anything dripping out. And he was right, you did love it. Knowing you were his, knowing he could own you so completely. You loved every second.
“Come on,” he groaned into your ear, his cock buried inside you, still thrusting even though you were beyond spent. He hadn’t cum yet. He was drawing this out.
He held a vibrator against your clit, watching as you twitched and sobbed beneath him. You begged him to stop, pleaded that it was too much, but he didn’t slow down. Didn’t even consider it. He started to thrust faster, turning the setting on the vibe up, smiling as you let out a cry.
“You can cum again for me,” he growled, though it was more of a demand. “Come on, i know you can. You’re not this pathetic.”
You hared how his words turned you on, got you that much closer. You were thrown over the edge for the fifth time, crying against him as he leaned down to kiss your hair, his hips slowing. He pulled the vibrator away, but you knew he wasn’t done yet. He was just getting started.
