A Change of Scenery
Summary: You and Cliff have a history, a flirty one at that, who knows what can happen when you appear on his doorstep asking for a place to stay.
Warnings: age gap, daddy kink, smut smut smut, shameless flirting, p in v, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, oral (f!receiving)
- i haven’t wrote smut or in general in so long, let me know what you think!
The night was humid, not a cloud in the sky as Cliff parked his car in the dirt, dust lingering in the air from his quick-wit drifting.
He sighed, lighting a cigarette between his plump lips, scratching at the stubble on his beard when he stepped out of the car.
The day had been extensively long, having to do stunts back to back, take after take until it was perfect but he’d never complain, not when it was something he loved. His legs ached as he merely limped back to the trailer.
“Ah shit..” Inhaling the smoke, he was almost at the door when he saw two barefoot resting in the dirt, but he recognized those feet.
Glancing up, his eyes scanned every inch of your thin, young body until he was met with those beading, sorrowful eyes.
You didn’t know where else to go…you had no friends no family other than your shit dad.
You only met Cliff a year ago but he was always very protective of you, put up with your flirting but always laying down the law that nothing was going to happen until you were an adult.
As impatient as you were, you respected that but it’d be a lie to say the profound crush you had on him went away.
The immense attraction only growing, he looked so cool, so masculine in his tight shirt, muscles glistening in the moonlight, and those charismatic blue eyes could pull you into a trance every second of every day.
“What the hell are you doing at my doorstep? Another fight with your pops huh?” Fuck he had forgotten how pretty you were, mesmerizing even.
The way your hair flowed freely, gently blowing in the wind, the way your soft lips always curled into a shimmering, adoring smile, and man how those shorts always fit that ass perfectly.
But nevertheless, he was an older man that had already been through the ring but he wasn’t tryin’ to get in anymore trouble, especially not with his friend’s daughter.
God he couldn’t stop staring at the way your tits rested so peacefully, nipples half hardened under that thin crop top you were wearing while he waited for a response.
“Go figure, on my birthday too. Can I stay here tonight or for a bit until things calm down and I get my shit straightened out?” Shit, your birthday that meant one thing….you were legal now.
Putting on the pouty face and pleading eyes, you batted those way too precious eyelashes at him, a sexual tension still very much there as you spread you legs, biting down on the bottom lip.
He cursed to himself, knowing he’d never be able to tell you no now.
“Get your ass inside.” Squealing in excitement, your body jumped up from the metal trailer steps, hands and arms wrapping around him gleefully when you jumped into his arms, forcing him to drop his cigarettes on the ground.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ah! We’re going to have so much fun!” Your tits being pressed flesh against his chest and your feet sliding down past his belt on the backside wasn’t helping his predicament.
Pulling away there was a moment of silence, a heated, raw exchange when you stared into each others eyes. Those crystal blue eyes were so intimidating yet always found a way to pull you in, something about the way he stared at you was palpable, twisting your insides and making in-between your thighs wet.
But boy when he looked at you, he didn’t understand what you saw in him with the big age gap but by no means was he complaining, cause god damn did he want to devour you, see those beautiful eyes rolling in the back of your head because of him, all him.
“You know you don’t gotta ever thank me sweetheart. Now go on, gotta feed my dog then we’ll figure out what we’re doing. Sound good?” Still holding you up, your natural instincts kicked in not being able to pass up an opportunity, instead of responding with words, you smashed your lips into his, desperately needing to taste him. Fuckk you had waited so fucking long for this man.
It was evident when he slipped his tongue inbetween your delicate lips that he still felt the same.
You were like a drug he never wanted to quit using, your damn lips tasting like a sweet Cherry chapstick, tongue tasting like a fresh leaf of mint.
Removing one hand from your ass, he skimmed the smoothe skin of your back, slowly guiding his hand up the ascending buddy he’d craved for so long until he landed on your neck, pushing you in closer, deepening the passionate, needful kiss even more like a hungry wolf desperate for his dessert.
You bit his lip tenderly before letting yourself down out of his strong grasp, nearly skipping heavenly into his home.
He scoffed to himself, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he watched your ass cheeks wiggle with each step.
“Shit Cliff, what the hell did you get yourself into.”
Feeding the dog, she whimpered impatiently for her dinner while you sat beside her in the recliner.
“Don’t tease her! How would you like to be teased with your food.” Twirling your hair with one finger, you reached for one of his cigarette’s on the side table, lighting the tube of tobacco instantly, taking in a deep inhale just waiting for that nicotine high.
“Darlin’ I’ve been teased and tested for a goddamn year. She’ll survive.” He chuckled slightly, raising pointed eyebrows at you before chattering his teeth, letting her know to come eat.
The way the dog ran right on cue, never missing a beat made you think of how obedient you could be for Cliff, always following his orders doing as he said, the idea only creating waves of sweet honey drenching your thin panties.
“Did’ya eat yet?” Shaking your head, he motioned with his finger for you to come over to him with expectant eyes, causing a flutter inside your tummy.
Filling a pot with some water, he tossed two servings of noodles in the water, letting the water warm up before he added the cheese.
Jumping up on the kitchen counter, you spread your legs once more while your feet dangled, eyes beaming with desire and your lip’s quirking up in a inclination to what you really wanted for dinner whilst he threw some ramen in a pot.
“Darlin’ you don’t have to do that to get my attention…”
Lifting his shirt, he wiped a dribble of beer off his chin, revealing his glowing, perfectly structured, chiseled abs and the happy little trail leading to what you reall needed right now desperately.
God he looked ravishing the sweat still drenched on his white tank top from the summer heat, his beige shorts showing the shape of his hardened shaft bulging in the fabric.
“Fuck me…” Lifting your shirt up over your arms, your well rounded tits, descended from their enclosure, and god damn Cliff couldn’t look anywhere else, your body was like a god damn drug that he was prepared to get addicted to no matter the risk.
“Pretty, pretty please daddy…” He smiled in amusement, being called daddy making his dick strain harder against his shorts.
“Daddy huh?” His eyes connected with yours, his veiny hands roaming around his belt unfastening it.
His cock sprang free from his white jeans, slapping against his abdomen eagerly.
He was big, no that was an understatement. One vein on the front side of his shaft was popping out near the top where he was glistening, swollen head was already dripping with a clear coating of precum.
He wasted no time in muttering under his breath about those tight god damn shorts before ripping them right off along with your soaked underwear.
“Is my little girl just aching for some of daddy’s cock, hmm?” You nodded in desperation and erratic desire.
He spread two of his fingers inbetween your folds, mouth watering of thirst to taste you, lick up all your slick like it was his last meal.
Your pussy looked soo smooth, so inviting like she was begging for every fiber of him to be inside but he’d waited so long, he was gonna take his time with this.
Getting down on his knees, they smacked against the concrete floor, causing s dull pain that he ignored as he tumbled to the floor, hands landing on your inner thigh forcing you legs apart making an utter, surprised gasp escape from your lips.
His tongue was swirling into your heat, breath hot against your delicate skin. His fingers teased at your entrance, eyes looking up at you as his tongue slid up to the bulb of your throbbing clit, sucking and kissing the sensitive area.
You couldn’t help but to release a wildly, exotic moan as if you were on cloud nine.
He chuckled against your heat at how sensitive you were, how clear it was to him that no man ever took the time to do this for you and he was relishing every second of it.
The padding of his cracked thumb slid in your pretty little cunt agonizingly slowly.
He could feel you clench around him at the smallest intrusion, feeling you out before adding another finger.
Eyes glued to him with a longing gaze, hands twirling in his dirty blonde strands, pushing him in closer as he flicked and sucked relentlessly with a persistent rhythym that wouldn’t make you last long at all.
His digits curling ever so slightly inside of you, picking up the pace of his fingers.
He was getting harder with each passing second and when he knew you were close, could tell by how much more wetness was dripping out of you he pulled his fingers, forcing a whine in return.
“No, no baby…” His disgruntled, yet alluring voice trailed off when he took his hand to wrap around around your neck instantly, other hand aligning himself with your tight, slipper canal.
The heated exchange only make you crave one another even more.
“We’re just getting started.” He was taking you right here, right now on this kitchen counter, not wanting to waste another second not being in that beautiful, irresistible body.
Unexpectedly he plunged his long, girthy length inside of your blooming rose, the suction of your walls feeling like euphoria to him
He released a low, gruff moan, eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure from how fucking tight you were, how he could tell he was your first.
You really did wait for him.
“Fuck, mmm daddy… you’re so fucking big.” God that moan escaping from those plush lips was fucking biblical, sounding like a psalm straight out of the bible laced with seduction and insatiable desire.
You didn’t care about the pain, or whether you’d bleed, the only thing you cared about was getting fucked into oblivion by Cliff.
His cock speared and rutted into you tight, soaked walls like a dog in heat, balls slapping with each powerful thrust and roll of his muscular hips.
“Baby you didn’t tell me how fucking tight you were…all fucking mine every fuckin inch of you..” In the heat of the moment he pulled you in closer bottoming out his girth inside of you, one hand cusping at your perky nipples while the other grabbed you by the bottom of your chin, needing to have his lips on yours.
Your hands grasped at both sides of his cheeks, elbow knocking over the soup in the process, the two of you not giving a single fuck when the pot clattered on the ground, contents spilling all over the floor and some dishes shattering into tiny pieces.
His chest drenched in even more sweat stuck to your skin like glue, the friction of overwhelming pressure grew stronger with each thrust in your stomach.
The hair of his pubes scratched roughly against your skin he pummeled every inch of his cock inside of you, each ramming thrust making your tits bounce, thighs shaking.
You couldn’t help but glance down, needing to watch him disappear inside your untouched body, only making it more real for you that he was fucking you relentlessly.
“Daddy, ughhh Cliff feels so fucking good..” Your eyebrows raised in profound pleasure from his cock stretching your tight pussy, hitting all the oh so right, sensitive spots without needing any direction.
“Taking me so well babygirl, my dirty good girl. Fuckk…” He moaned breathlessly. Noticing the tears brimming at your eyelids from the profound pleasure he was causing you.
He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with poontang like that, so fucking tight and milking him for all he’s got.
It wasn’t long until he was rutting into you vigorously, his white, syrupy seed oozing and spurting into your ovaries, warming every inch of your body.
Back arching and toes curling around his waist, you tugged him down by his neck, a firm grasp on his leathery skin as you got lost in euphoria completely.
In that moment you has his clear, undivided attention, he wanted to stare and study your face while he made you cum, made you crumble and break beneath him.
“Go on, cum all over my fucking cock, release yourself sweetie.” It was like a scene out of movie that way your lips parted slightly, hot, breathless moans escaping from you, eyes widening in overstimulation as you clenched around his cock, flooding, and showering his length in your slick, the tremendous mess you made, slowly descending down his balls, some coating the kitchen counter.
“Oh my god…” Cliff chuckled against your breast as you both tried to collect your breathing and put it back on track.
“I’ll tell ya what, you were worth the fuckin’ year.” A rosy shade of amber crossed over your cheeks as you smiled like a teenager in love.
Unexpectedly he scooped you up in his muscular arms, making you squeal in giddy happiness as he walked you both to the shower.
“What about the mess?” He turned the water on, lighting s cigarette in the process.
“Don’t worry about that. Brandy’s got it.”
The night ended with you curled up in his arms in the bed, having another round or two.
He promised you one thing though which was rare for him to promise anything to anyone.
With your head laying on his chest, your fingers traced various parts of his shoulders and neck, almost falling asleep until he spoke.
“You can stay here as long as you’d like. I hope you know that, maybe tomorrow I’ll run you into town and get you some clothes…” That big bright smile was back, and you knew you didn’t have to say anything, instead curling in as close as you could, him squeezing you, gluing your body to him as you both drifted into sleep.
