Hey, I'm in the same time zone... Would you ever be interested in doing like a paid meet up?
oh wow! to be fair i'd do it for free (depending on whether i find you attractive or not...) but if i'm being paid it'd really just depend on the price ! :P
Summary | You got jealous and did something stupid…
Warnings | Smut, face fucking, gagging, very large age gap, praise, pet names, technically incest, innocence kink, daddy but not the kink lol, virginity checks, throat pie, minor angst
Words | 2.7 k
Notes | Finally fucking finished this😭 but unfortunately this is prolly gonna be the last Cillian thing for a while💔
Ao3 link | <3
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Commissioned by: @blobfishlol
Part 1
Although it might not have looked like it on the outside, you were capable of being just as possessive over Raymond as he was over you. So when he called you to tell you he’d be home late, and you heard a woman’s muffled voice talking to him in the background, you couldn’t help the angry jealousy that bubbled up in your chest.
Which led you to this…
You were kneeling on your bed, skirt riding up your thighs a tiny bit, one hand taking pictures and the other just barely lifting your shirt to show more of your stomach. Then, getting an even better idea, you grabbed a pillow and stuffed it between your legs, taking a few more pictures. You didn’t dare ride it, but he didn’t have to know that.
You looked through the pictures, trying to see if any were usable, but something just felt off. You certainly looked a little naughty— the pillow definitely helped— but you weren’t sure it would get the reaction from him that you were wanting…
So you pulled your shirt off and took some more pictures, now only wearing a skirt and bra. You blushed as you posed for yourself, finding your own body attractive for possibly the first time. It was odd. But you liked it.
Looking through the pictures made your cheeks grow warm and your thighs tighten around the pillow. You just looked so… desirable. And you were already thinking about how he might react to it. You chose your favorite picture, then sent it to Raymond.
He didn’t respond, and after a while, you started getting a little dejected. During the couple hours it took you to eat dinner and watch a movie, you almost forgot about the photo completely. You were on your bed reading when he finally got home.
The front door shut loudly, making you jump. You put the book down, intending to go greet him, but his loud footsteps were getting closer until your door suddenly opened and he was storming inside.
“Give me your phone.”
“What?” You asked, a little startled that he seemed mad of all things.
“Give it to me. Now.” You stared up at him with wide eyes, but quickly scrambled to pick it up and hand it to him. “Did you think you were being cute? Funny?”
Okay… maybe this was a bad plan…
“I- I don’t,”
“Dont fucking lie to me.” Your eyes widened even more when he raised his voice, something he’s never done with you before.
“Daddy, I,” you whimpered, eyes burning with tears.
“You don’t get to play innocent, not anymore.” He spat, turning his attention to your phone. “Did you send it to me by accident? Who was it really meant for?”
“What? Daddy,” you wanted to explain, but the words were getting caught in your throat as you choked up a little.
“Who are you fucking sending these to?” He yelled, turning the phone to show your camera roll to you.
“I- I’m not… That’s— Please, just wait,” you choked out, feeling a hot tear finally escape your waterline and roll down your cheek.
“Stop fucking crying and answer me.” He growled. Your bottom lip wobbled as you failed to obey his command.
He looked so much more intimidating and scary in his work outfit. That, along with his tone, was enough to make your body tremble.
“No one! I’m not sending them to anyone…” You cried desperately. He suddenly stormed forward and you tried to scramble back, but he took your cheeks in one hand and pulled you up a little before you could.
“Stop lying.” He seethed. “You don’t have any more chances.”
“You’re scaring me…” You whimpered quietly. The anger in his eyes only softened for half a second before returning, albeit slightly calmer.
“Answer. The question.” He hissed, making more tears fall.
“I did! I’m not sending them to anyone, I swear!” He clenched his jaw and stared at you for a moment, then scoffed and let you go as he rose to his full height again.
“Lay back. I’m checking you right now.”
Too scared to disobey him, you reluctantly leaned back, staring at him nervously. He sat on the bed and pushed your legs further apart, ignoring your silent cries. When he moved your underwear to the side and then slowly pushed a finger in, you bit your lip to stifle any sounds. He moved it around a little, just barely pushing in and out. Then he suddenly removed his finger, making your hips jerk forward, chasing the feeling instinctively.
“Who are you sending them to?” He asked again, softer this time.
“I’m not! I just— I wanted to send one to you…” You whimpered, unable to meet his gaze.
“Really?” He scoffed. “Why?” It sounded like he didn’t believe you.
“Cause, I- I…” you trailed off, shame washing over you as you realized how stupid this whole thing was. You chanced a glance at him and his expression made it clear that he was expecting an answer. “I heard that woman on the phone… and I- I thought… I dunno, it’s dumb.” You muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself in a hug to close yourself off from him.
Raymond sighed softly and lifted your phone again, scrolling deeper into your camera roll, finding no other pictures like the one you sent him today. As he put your phone down on the bed, you sniffled and wiped your cheeks, still not able to look at him.
“So you sent it because you were jealous, is that it?” He finally asked, almost sounding like he was teasing you.
“I’m not like her, okay? Or any of the women your age! My clock hasn’t started yet, I don’t even have a job, and I- I probably can’t do… things that they can do.” Your voice got quieter, losing confidence. “Things that you probably want me to do. With you…”
His expression softened even more at your admission, but you couldn’t get yourself to look at him, not with how embarrassed you felt right now.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” He spoke gently, trying— awkwardly— to comfort you.
“It’s okay…” You probably deserved it after being so dumb.
“I guess… I did say I would teach you…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought about it for a moment. “You really want to learn that stuff? You’re sure?” That finally got you to look at him again, hope flaring in your chest.
“Please, daddy.” You begged. He let out a heavy breath, considering it.
“Alright. Down on your knees, princess.”
You immediately scrambled off the bed to get down on your knees in front of where he now stood. You looked up at him, your heart racing and your stomach fluttering with both nerves and excitement.
He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes for a moment. You tried not to whine or squirm as you waited, but finally, he started unbuckling his belt. Your mouth was practically salivating as you watched his thick fingers wrap around the leather, already imagining what was coming next.
“Last chance, little girl.” He warned, popping open the button on his pants.
“Please, daddy.” You said again, whining and shuffling closer on your knees, placing your hands tentatively on his thighs.
When he pushed his pants down slightly, you were holding your breath as you waited, staring oh so intently as he finally freed his length. Your eyes widened and your thighs squeezed together instinctively at the sight of him, long and thick, barely half hard.
“You sure, baby?” He asked teasingly. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared at it, trying to figure out if it would even fit inside your mouth… “No harm in tapping out.”
“No. I- I want it.” You stammered, forcing your gaze up to his face, finding a teasing smirk on his lips.
“Go ahead then.” He pumped his cock slowly a few times, waiting for you to move even closer. When you reached a tentative hand out, he moved his hand away to let you grasp his length, your fingers barely even able to wrap fully around it. “Start with stroking it.” He instructed gently.
You let out a shuddering breath, but obeyed. The weight of it in your hand was both intimidating and addictive… You ached to have more of it.
“Now give it a kiss, baby.” He murmured, bringing his hand up to pet your hair. You leaned even closer, getting dizzy when his musk invaded your senses, then placed a shy kiss on the tip, feeling it twitch and harden even more in your hand.
“Good girl. Another… Keep going.”
You continued kissing all over the tip of his cock, whining when you finally tasted the precum beading from the slit.
“Use your tongue, princess.” When you obeyed and began using your tongue as well, he hummed softly, making you blush. The sound gave you a confidence boost though and you started mouthing at his cock more enthusiastically. Spit was building up, rolling down his length, and you pulled back when it landed on your hand that was still gripping the base.
“Should I get a towel? I didn’t mean to make a mess,”
“No, baby, the mess is good. It makes it feel better.” He explained.
“It does?” You glanced down at your shiny hand tentatively.
“Yes. Put it back in your mouth, princess.” He seemed impatient, so you decided to just trust him and stop asking questions. When you wrapped your lips around the tip and swirled your tongue over it, you heard him curse under his breath as he gathered your hair in his fist.
“That’s it… Start going up and down now.” You sunk your mouth lower on his length, then lifted back up. The motion was awkward, but you were starting to get a little used to it. “Push your tongue up against it too,” he said through a breath, groaning when you obeyed. “Fuck- good girl…”
You moaned happily at the praise, feeling proud that you were actually able to make him feel good. Your jaw was starting to ache a little and your knees were beginning to grow sore on the cold floor of your bedroom, but you didn’t dare stop.
“Try to get it deeper now, princess. Put the work in.” He encouraged gruffly, almost sounding a little amused. You whined, but obeyed, sinking deeper on his cock until it bumped the back of your throat and you gagged. You immediately pulled off, coughing and panting, trying to push the nauseous feeling back down.
“Sorry.” You muttered shyly, a blush spreading across your cheeks. Raymond chuckled softly and brought his free hand up to cup your cheek, running his thumb over your spit covered lip.
“Nothing to be sorry for, baby.” He cooed, tilting your head back to make you look up at him. “Gagging is normal. I even like the way it feels.” Your brows scrunched together at his words, a pout forming on your lips.
“You liked that?”
“I did.” He nodded. “Did you?” You opened your mouth to refute, but no words came out. Did you like it? It was certainly an unpleasant surprise, but you didn’t mind it that much…
“I dunno…” You whined, averting your gaze downward.
“Well, how about you try again and find out, hm?” The suggestion was said lightheartedly, but there was a slight edge to his voice that made you shiver. “Go on.” You glanced up at him one last time before putting your mouth back on his length, bobbing up and down like you had before. You kept it shallow for now, still scared of gagging again, but he started adding gentle pressure to the back of your head, encouraging you to take it deeper.
You barely got halfway down his length before you gagged a second time, but when you tried to pull back, you met the resistance of his hand. A muffled sound escaped you around his cock as you pushed harder against him. He gently shoved you down further until you gagged once again, then finally pulled you up.
You coughed a little and then looked up at him with a pout. “That was mean, daddy.” You whined.
“Well, I wouldn’t have to help you if you’d just do it yourself, baby… But maybe my little girl is too little for something like this, hm? Do you need daddy’s help, princess?” He cooed mockingly, making your pout deepen, but your thighs squeeze together tightly. “Just turn your brain off, little girl. I guess I have to do the work for you.” He sighed, pulling you back down onto his cock.
You let out a muffled sound, but didn’t try to pull away. You just let him move your head up and down on his length. Still, the lower half remained untouched by your lips, but it didn’t seem to make much of a difference to him.
Each time the tip bumped the back of your throat, you gagged a little more. Your hands moved to his thighs, squeezing in an effort to ground yourself that proved futile when he suddenly sped up. Part of you wanted to pull off and take a break since your jaw was aching and the mess of spit was rolling down your chin to your neck, but his sounds were getting louder and louder, encouraging you to continue.
“When I come,” he said through panting breaths, “you’re going to be a good little girl and swallow it all, do you understand? Spit it out and there’ll be consequences.”
You tried to respond, but the obedient “yes, daddy” came out garbled and incoherent around his thrusting length.
He suddenly pulled you down as much as he could, not able to breach your throat just yet, and you squeaked when you felt the first rope of hot come hit the back of your mouth. Then your face scrunched up when it landed on your tongue and you tasted it. You instinctively tried to pull back, but he added his other hand to your head too, keeping you firmly in place as he groaned softly, riding it out.
His cock twitched and pulsed against your tongue, saliva and come leaking out of the corners of your lips, rolling down your chin. But not enough come managed to escape and you had to choose between swallowing and choking on it… Raymond let out a shuddering breath when he felt your tongue and uvula moving against his cock as you gulped it down.
When he finally finished, he didn’t let you pull off. He only let you pull back an inch, keeping your mouth on him as he caught his breath and recovered. His grip eventually loosened on your hair and you looked up at him with big, teary eyes, making him curse under his breath.
“Lick up the mess you made.” He ordered, still sounding a little breathless. You whined softly, but pulled off to start lapping at his cock. “Do better.” He warned. You instantly started sucking the mix of spit and come into your mouth, grimacing at the taste and slimy texture, but still swallowing it down. That continued for a few minutes until his softening cock was just shiny with spit, rather than dripping with it.
“Good girl…” He finally said, petting your hair.
“Was it okay?” You asked timidly. His lips curled up almost imperceptibly.
“Well, you made me come, so I’d say so.” He said teasingly, making you blush. “Next time we’ll work on fitting more of it in your mouth, hm?” You nodded, feeling both nervous and excited about that. “Good. Go clean up and get ready for bed. I’ll check on you after I shower, okay?”
“But,” your face fell and your thighs squeezed together again, searching for relief. His eyes caught the movement and he let out a soft, dark chuckle in response.
“Not tonight, princess.”
“But why?” You whined loudly, barely holding back a tantrum.
“You still need to be punished for making me hard at work, that’s why.” He said firmly, tucking his cock back in his pants and buckling his belt again. Your eyes widened and your cheeks got even warmer at the confession. “Touch yourself and you won’t be able to sit for a week. You know the rules.”
Hey bunny here's an odd one, but I'd love to watch you shave your cunnie. I'm not sure if you've gotten anyone with this kink before
oh whoa! that's actually pretty cool! i've never actually met anyone with that kink, though I've definitely seen it before! (Through To Catch A Predator LOLL)
Hi there! You know, sometimes I like to go wade through the more depraved and weird tags on this site. I really like it when I find something interesting, like you! You wrote that you did drawings but god damn, did It take a while for me to find them. Very interesting.
let's see if I am still interested when I get home, or if you are even awake.
hehe thanks! i'm glad i'm interesting :3 and i do in fact draw !!!
here are some of my recent works if you wanna see ><
I'm an attractive, fit man in my late 40s. Women my age ask me all the time why I'm single. The truth I don't tell is that I'm looking for a young woman with a voice kink and oral fixation to be my live-in sex toy and fulfill my desires in exchange for being completely provided for and babied. Existing and serving. Simple life. No thinking, no working, just being in her feminine and free use for me only.
