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daddy’s home | randy orton

pairings: randy orton x black! reader

warnings: ...filth. 18+ only. daddy kink, brat taming, dirty talk, soft degradation, slight choking, a spank here and again, p in v, oral (f receiving)

summary: after giving him attitude all day, it’s time big daddy randy fixed that for you.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: first time writing for randy and why did i have fun. also i am thinking of kind of redoing my entire blog because i love the all lowercase look. if anyone wants to be tagged in any randy posts please just comment/let me know!

you’d had a little attitude all day with randy. rolling your eyes, smacking your teeth, cutting him off mid-sentence, and yet he didn’t get upset, didn’t raise his voice, he just observed your bratty behavior. he was never the type to get visibly upset with you, but deep down you knew when he was about to hit his limit.

the drive back home was silent, a little too silent, as you scrolled through instagram on your phone.

“did that coffee wake you up a little bit?” his warm voice spreads through the space of the car.

your thumb stops scrolling, a bit confused by his question but you still answer nonetheless. “yea…”

he nods his head in approval, one hand gripping the top of the steering wheel and the other one rested on his unbelievably large thigh. the silence was almost deafening in the car and still by the time you two pulled into the driveway.

he didn’t utter a word, not even as he turned the car off, opened your door for you, or even as he let you walk into the house first before the click of the lock sounded into place. you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t scare you a little as you didn’t know what he was going to do.

the truth was you just wanted his attention.

being gone for days at a time every week and you had been ovulating?! it made you feral but also bitchy because you hadn’t had a proper release in weeks. but to outsiders looking in, it just looked like you were just plain mean to him.

well his patience didn’t last too much longer.

you were on your back, laid on the couch, legs on his shoulders with nowhere to go as randy pumped you back and forth full of that big dick you had been dreaming about and craving for 2 weeks.

you could feel him all against your sensitive walls, the thickness making your head spin and your breath come out raggedly mixed with whimpers.

“what’s wrong? you can take this dick, princess.” he groaned, mesmerized by the cream that was now beginning to coat his length, adding even more lubrication and a sticky sensation that enhanced the pleasure.

“unnghh, fuck it’s so b—big!” you whine out, trying not to run from his size but you kept telling yourself to take it because it had been so long.

"mm mm. don't run now baby." he breathily laughs as he feels your warm velvet walls almost grip the soul out of him. he bit his lip and trailed his hand up your stomach and chest to stop at your neck, gripping it just enough to have the oxygen deprivation enhance your pleasure.

your hand crept between your thighs, locating your clit and teasing it. “sh—shit, please…make me cum daddy.” you quietly whine, the fingers of your free hand desperately crawling to grip on anything possible to keep from losing your mind. randy’s big hands gripped your full hips, helping you move on his dick as the sounds of your bodies colliding filled the bottom story of the house.

your cream that resulted from the manipulator between his legs beautifully painted him all over, physically displaying how much you love him.

he cautiously pulled himself out of your haven, his heavy manhood hung over the lower half of your stomach, and the tip swollen while he slowly stroked himself looking down at you. your mouth dropped open, chest heaving as you watched.

“you wanted to be a brat today?” his voice held a little amusement under the serious tone.

“i—no i didn’t mean to—” you stuttered, suddenly not knowing how to explain yourself given the position you were now put in. he shook his head.

your pussy was literally aching to be filled again, fluttering around nothing and still leaking your juices; it was calling out to him.

randy saw this and smirked. “is it ‘cause you missed me, baby?” he reached to his side to grab your foot and brought your manicured pink toes to his lips.

“hm? answer daddy.” his soft lips pressed against each one, taking his sweet time paying attention to you and making you breathe out and your hand subconsciously started to go down your body to stop at your swollen lips but you stopped yourself.

“no, go ‘head. show me how much you missed me.” he said, now kissing your calf with your ankle resting on his wide shoulder. you closed your eyes and made contact with your aching nub, biting your lip and moaning out.

“yea, just like that baby…” he whispered, watching the pleasure take control of you as you rubbed in circles, changing the direction to build up the chase. “keep going.”

“oouu fuck, mmm.” your soft voice utters. He got off of the couch and kneeled on the floor, pulling you a little to the edge by your ankles, making you yelp.

“don’t stop princess, keep touching that pretty pussy for me.” he said so close to your pussy you felt his breath with every word he spoke. “look at you. so desperate. i thought you wanted daddy to make you cum?” he smiled with a bit of menace.

“no i do want you to!” your hand reached out to grab his forearm, but he stops you. “well it looks like you’re almost there. you don’t need my help.” he says matter-of-factly, knowing that’s not at all what you wanted.

you shook your head in desperation. “no daddy, please!”

the view of him stroking his length was out of your view, blocked by the couch’s bottom half, but you saw his arm moving. “please what?” he pushed some more. he knew just what buttons to press to make you beg for it.

he continued, “you got three options to cum baby. your fingers, my tongue, or this dick.” He trailed kisses up your thighs, putting your leg over his shoulder again while pushing the other one back against the couch.

“daddy’s dirty little slut. are you my slut, mama?” he pressed an open mouth kiss to your outer lips, your hips chasing his mouth.

“yes dada im your little slut.” you breathe, practically dickmatized by now. the only thing you wanted was his tongue on you, in you, just anywhere.

he licked a hot stripe up your folds, closing his mouth around everything and sucking the soft skin into his mouth. he groans in satisfaction at your taste: natural just the way he liked it.

his hand dragged up your thigh, hip, and stomach to stop atop your breasts that were begging to be caressed. his fingers found your nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

he dipped his tongue inside of you, trying to get as deep as possible, your pussy fluttering and pulsing around it.

taking his tongue back out he found your clit again and sucked on it more firmly this time.

“fuck d—oh shit i’m cumming!!” your back arched up as you saw black dots behind your eyelids and that coil finally burst in your abdomen. oh how randy loved making you cum. most days he would have you laid out on the bed, his head between your legs because he just could never get enough of the beautiful sight of your eyes rolling back, fingers grasping at anything in sight, and toes curling.

as you came back down from the glorious high, your heavy lids opened when his hands grabbed your waist to turn you over face down, ass up.

he slowly but surely entered back in, your walls just squeezing him it was so hard for him not to nut just like that.

“my baby…that lil’ attitude goes away when i’m digging you out.” in all honesty you could never understand why some women would go to war over their man even if he did them dirty. but ever since your man had been dicking you down since the beginning of y’all’s relationship, if he ever needed to be defended, you were gonna be right there.

but you didn’t have to worry about him doing you wrong though.

his fingers gripped your hair, pulling your head back to arch your back even deeper so he could hit that spot only he ever could find.

the head of his dick dragged against it, and he smiled while watching your ass bounce back from the strength of his thrusts.

“right there, huh baby.” he planted a kiss on your shoulder blade, still slowly and evenly drilling you full of all that dick so you couldn’t even speak.

“y—ye—shit! fuck randy, keep going!" you felt his hand firmly grip your hip, making you meet his every thrust and landing a nice smack to your cheeks, mixing pain with pleasure.

the girth of his dick and your mixed lubrication sent you into a frenzy, only being able to focus on the pleasure that was coursing through every vein.

"let me see it baby. cum all over me. i know this lil' pussy missed me, she's crying for her daddy."

she was indeed, as your eyes rolled back into your skull and your body tensed up, feeling your vaginal walls clench, flutter, and spasm around him, making him moan out. "that's it baby. good girl, that feel good?" he kept moving, but slowly, fucking you through your high as your body slumped back down on the couch, limbs weak as you nod.

"good. now i know you got one more in you, come ride daddy."

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