cw: fauxcest, dad/dy kink, uhhhh ageplay themes, it's gonna be fem!reader. (Use of: poppet, girl, daddy, dad, and kiddo. If you're not into that then scroll please!!)
Truth or Dare with John Price but it's just you sat on his lap while he asks you the filthiest questions and taunts you.
"Truth or dare, poppet?"
"Truth."
"Are you getting wet from this? Do you get all tingly when daddy teases you?"
You nod and he hums, slinding a hand down to palm between your legs. He's been at this for almost an hour already, barely having touched you properly at all. When you whine and rock your hips he takes his hand away, patting your cheek and smiling.
"Good girl, good answer. You gonna answer another truth for me?"
"Yeah." You breathe, drunk on pleasing him and neither of your clothes are even off yet.
"D'you like playing this with dad?"
"Yeahhh." You draw it out this time, hooded eyes drowning in his. "I like it."
"S'good." He coos, kissing you on the forehead. "Dad likes it too. Truth or dare?"
"Dare." You answer this time, hoping for something more.
"Dare you to close your eyes f'me, sweetpea. Go on."
When you do, you feel his thumb nudging past your lips and you're more than happy to open for him. Your tongue swirls around the heavy pad and reacquaints yourself with his taste while you suck.
"That's it, just like that." He praises, slowly fucking in and out of your mouth with shallow thrusts. "You like when daddy feeds you like this, yeah?" He takes your contented moan as a yes and presses down on your tongue. It makes you gag and he pulls out, dragging your saliva down your chin. "Mm. Open." He smoothes a knuckle along the underneath of your eyes.
"There's my girl. What's your next pick?"
"Truth." Your vision goes fuzzy and unfocused as his thumb starts tracing along the seam of you over your soaked underwear, only getting oh so close to your clit before drawing away. The torture of it is blissful.
"Tell me, then. How many times am I going to make you cum before I give you my cock, hm?"
"What—what do you mean?"
"You heard me, lovie. Answer the question."
"I don't know... maybe... three?" You say honestly, trying to gauge how long he's going to make you wait tonight.
"'Maybe three.'" He repeats, taking his time to mull it over. "S' a good number, kiddo." John finally lets his thumb nudge against your sensitive, worked up bundle of nerves. Your body goes rigid with pleasure and he starts those slow, relentless circles which you know all too well. He's in the mood to tease.
"Dad-"
"Again." He tweaks a nipple that's poking through your shirt and you squeal. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare please." You hiccup, realizing you're in for a long night.
"I dare you to make a biiiiig mess all over my lap." He growls, his free hand settling around the base of your neck to keep you where he wants. "C'mon. I fuckin' dare you."
Finally able to draw again after being way too busy these past few months aahhhhh here’s my intro into bsd tumblr whooaaa take dazai as a return from my silence, expect more silence.. ohh woe is me why am I a busy bee
