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Who: Danny Andrews & Daisy Blossom

Where: Pop’s, an Uber, Danny’s suite

When: February 13th, 2023

Notes: Daisy and Danny run into each other at Pop’s - they flirt and get to know each other a little bit and then smut ensues. Lots of it. @domdannyandrews

Word Count: 24,891

DAISY: The bell affixed to the front door at Pop's chimed, signaling her arrival. Daisy glided from the entrance to the nearest, unoccupied barstool and sat herself down, tossing her long red tresses behind her, leaving about half a handful of strands over one shoulder, which was pinned back by an heirloom of hers: a daisy-shaped clip. It was a little on the nose, for sure - but she and her sisters were just that way. They liked to make their stamp on the earth perfectly obvious. A waiter walked down and took her order of a vanilla milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry on top and scurried off to fill it, obviously trying not to look at Daisy's very obvious cleavage in the process. She rolled her eyes at that. She was nothing if not a lady, but that didn't mean she had to dress in a pillowcase to remain demure. She adored her body, and if people couldn't handle seeing her in all her glory, that was their problem. As she waited for her milkshake, Daisy clasped her manicured hands together and surveyed the room, her eyes settling on a certain, burly redhead sitting in a booth about ten paces away. She smiled politely in his direction, instantly noticing how handsome he was. Daisy diverted her gaze but still felt his on her, and unlike the lingering gaze of her server - his affected her in a much different way.

DANNY: Danny had, of course, noticed the pretty little redhead the instant she walked in. He'd been wandering through town and figured this would be a good place to stop for a bite, and boy was he glad he had. Not only was his shake the perfect thickness, but now there was a perfect view of someone he'd noticed around campus, and no one from school to interrupt them. Smirking, he leaned back against the booth when she smiled and looked away, her interest clear in the slight flush of her cheeks. He kept his gaze on her, waiting for her to inevitably look back, then crooked one finger to beckon her over. "It's a big enough booth for two," he called loud enough for her to hear.

DAISY: His gaze made her cheeks flush, which only embarrassed her further. If she didn't do something soon, her skin would be redder than her hair, and that was not a good look. She chanced another glance at him, recognizing him the second time from around campus, so at least he was a fellow student. While she couldn't see his mark from where she was seated, he simply exuded dominance, so that beckoning digit triggered an instinctual reaction in her. She fluttered her lashes and ducked her head as her milkshake was placed in front of her. "Thank you," Daisy said softly, sighing and standing up with her milkshake in hand before turning on her heel to join her admirer. Once she was at the table, she was able to get an even better look and God, was he perfect in every conceivable way. Her eyes drifted down to his obviously sculpted chest and then immediately back up as her cheeks flushed once more in the process. "If you want some company you'll have to pay for my milkshake at least." She said sweetly, drumming her nails on the table, swaying flirtatiously on the spot.

DANNY: Though the sweet and innocent thing was sexy, he had a feeling it was all for show. The skimpy miniskirt and low cut sweater ruined the complete effect to a delicious extent. Danny didn't hide how he looked her over as she crossed over to his booth, her long hair bouncing with every step. His smirk was firmly in place as he caught her wandering gaze, his back arching slightly to puff out his broad, sculpted chest just a little more to keep her attention. "I think I can manage that, beautiful," he replied. Although he would have liked to have her sit beside him and find out if she would melt under his arm around her shoulders like he thought she would, Danny nodded to the opposite side of the table, still occupying his seat in a lazy sprawl. "I've seen you around campus, haven't I? I keep meaning to introduce myself but the timing's never been right. I'm Danny Andrews."

DAISY: Her lips parted just so when he arched his back and puffed up his chest, seemingly for her benefit. As cliche as it was, Daisy couldn't deny her traditional tastes. She liked a man who practically dwarfed her with his brawn. She didn't mind being the brains in the equation, even as a submissive - so she usually found herself entangled with a muscle-bound jock like the one seated proudly in front of her and truthfully she wouldn't have it any other way. Beautiful. She hummed approvingly at that, taking that moment to sit across from him, graciously leaning forward so that her own chest settled provocatively behind her icy, vanilla milkshake. "Mmm, muscles, and manners. How could anyone turn you down..." Her eyes darted to his wrist and noted the obvious Dominant mark there. "...Sir." She finished, almost sighing gratefully at that revelation. "You've caught my eyes too, truth be told." She admitted with a sweet smile before taking a dainty sip of her milkshake. "Daisy Blossom. Submissive, if that wasn't apparent already."

DANNY: The way she reacted to his posturing was exactly what he was hoping for. He needed to get ahold of the fantasies currently running rampant, starring the pretty little vixen in front of him. It wasn't time for that. Yet. She was clearly interested, but interest alone was never Danny's style. No. He liked submissives to crave him, to melt for him before he even gave them a taste. "I like to think no one would, and I haven't been wrong yet," he replied, gracing her with a smile as if in reward for using his title. "Daisy. It was, but it's polite to confirm. Good girl." He leaned forward to sip at his own chocolate milkshake, not trying to hide the way his eyes lingered on the obviously offered view of her luscious cleavage. "So what brought you to Pop's all on your lonesome, Daisy?"

DAISY: She couldn't deny that his confidence, bordering but not quite crossing over to arrogance was an instant turn-on for her. She clenched her thighs together under the table where he couldn't see. Everything about Danny Andrews was checking off every one of her boxes so far, and that handsome smile in response to the title, followed by the sort of praise only a real Dominant could offer a submissive made him even more appealing. "I'm nothing if not polite." She agreed, although her pride in having pleased him was plain as day. Again, she noted the way his eyes dipped to her chest - but unlike the attention she got from her scrawny server, she loved it from him. As long as he wasn't too obvious about it in public, which he wasn't, Daisy was happy to let him drink her in, especially since she was doing the exact same thing to him. "I think I just needed a change of scenery." She mused, glancing pointedly up at him through her lashes. "I suppose I should thank you for contributing to how successful my trip into town is shaping up to be." She sipped her shake again, letting a bit linger on her luscious lips before licking it off with an air of nonchalance. "What about you, Sir? Wanted a break from all the protein shakes in favor of something sweeter?" (edited)

DANNY: The way she almost swooned under his attention was nothing short of an ego stroke. Though, it was almost concerning that a beautiful, clearly eager submissive on a campus like this soaked up such attention so eagerly. He hadn't been at Stonewall Prep long but clearly some of the Doms around here needed to get their shit together if someone like Daisy wasn't snatched up already. "Nothing wrong with that. And you're very welcome. You've definitely brightened up my day." Predictably, his eyes dropped to her lips, the bright white of her shake stark against the soft pink, and he couldn't help but imagine a different kind of thick white on those lips that she was lick up just the same way. Danny chuckled and rubbed one hand over his head, conveniently flexing his bicep, the movement perfectly visible in his clinging sweater. "I was wandering around town, getting to know the lay of the land and this seemed like a good place to grab a bite. Everyone deserves a day off from lean chicken and egg white omelets," he said with a wink. "I think I can afford it, what do you think?" he asked as he leaned back again, putting his broad shoulders and thick chest on display again, his gaze daring her to swoon.

DAISY: Daisy internally congratulated herself on catching his attention with such a subtle move, noting the way his eyes dropped longingly to her lips the second her tongue peeked out to swipe up the drop of shake left over, but her victory was short-lived because Danny quickly demonstrated just how easily he could regain the upper hand in this little dance they were playing. Her gaze was drawn from Danny's chiseled features to his arm as he oh-so-casually ran his hand through his hair. That sweater looked like it was ready to burst at the seams when his bicep naturally bulged through the motion. Daisy nodded slowly and giggled almost nervously, although she still clung to her composure when she spoke. "Agreed. Especially those who look like they've eaten nothing but in their lifetime." That wink made her swoon, alone - but the way he boldly probed for her opinion on his physique almost made her light-headed. "I..." She uncharacteristically stammered, watching his broad, perfect body fill out his sweater as he leaned back. "I think you know exactly what I think, Sir." Daisy finally managed, her thighs shaking under the table as arousal started to flow through her like adrenaline. She worried her lips together, reluctantly dragging her gaze up from his pecs to meet his smirking expression. She had to up the ante. Daisy had no problem swooning to her knees for a man like this, but it'd be a lot more fun if she met him tit-for-tat first. She folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up so that the lace of her bra was just visible over the collar of her deep-cut top. (edited)

DANNY: Seeing her flustered was mouth watering. If this was how she reacted to something as simple as flexing with his shirt on, Danny couldn't help but wonder just how mindless he could get her with his cock held to her mouth. Those pouty lips were practically begging for the thickness of his length between them. Her coy comment to his direct question had him chuckling low in his throat. So the little beauty wanted to play. He liked that. "I'm not a mind reader, beautiful, so I think you should tell me," he probed, putting a little more weight into his tone, not quite an order but definitely along the same lines. He inhaled sharply but quietly when she plumped up those gorgeous tits, making them practically spill out of the tight, low cut shirt she had on, the hint of lace making him itch to rip the delicate material off of her body so he could see for himself. Of course, the waiter chose that moment to drop off his plate of fries, the skinny teen's eyes almost bulging out when he noticed just how Daisy was perched. Danny's expression darkened, and he leaned forward, elbows propped on the tabletop. "Eyes to yourself, bud," he growled, menacing enough to make the waiter nearly trip over himself in his haste to get away.

DAISY: The corners of Daisy's lips curved up into a knowing half-smile. Just as she was about to respond and tell him how in complete sincerity, she thought his body was as close to a work of anatomical art as she'd ever seen, their server came by and ogled her again. Granted, she was putting herself out there more than usual, but it wasn't for anyone's benefit other than Danny's. Daisy was intensely submissive to anyone who deserved it, but to those who didn't, she could be vicious. She was about to tell him to piss off before she got him fired but Danny beat her to the punch. Her breath involuntarily hitched when his voice deepened and he acted on some sort of primal instinct and protected her. "Impressive." Daisy complimented sweetly, reaching out to squeeze his clenched fist appreciatively. No Blossom was ever a damsel in distress, but she knew when to step back and let a man be the hero. Besides, it made everyone involved feel good, so even though she could have handled a bug-eyed teen, she was more than happy to let Danny do the honors. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's resigning as we speak after that." Daisy giggled warmly. She reached for a fry and ate it in a couple of tiny bites, her hand wandering up from Danny's fist to his thick forearm, her index finger lazily tracing circles against the tautly stretched fabric of his sweater. "Where were we?" Daisy leaned forward as the words fell from her lips, her slender back arched while her tits grazed the frosted glass so that a little sweat from the cold beverage dotted the swell of her chest.

DANNY: Danny followed instinct in telling the uninvited waiter to piss off without thinking of how Daisy might react. It was a thing he had to keep hold of, he knew, bulldozing into situations without considering others. But luckily, he earned a compliment and that delicate little hand on his fist, making him relax under her touch almost instantly. Danny chuckled, glancing over to see the skinny teen scurrying into the back room and away from his intimidating gaze. "I wouldn't be either, but kid should know better. As nice as the view is, it clearly wasn't for him." His cocky smirk landed back on his lips, watching her help himself to his fries as that hand wandered up his arm. "Well, I believe you were about to tell me exactly what you thought about me being able to have a cheat day," Danny reminded her, his hand flat on the table by now, stretched across to linger around the base of her milkshake glass, so temptingly close to where those perfect breasts seemed to call for his touch. "And I know a good girl like you wouldn't keep me waiting much longer."

DAISY: Daisy smiled, loving the way Danny melted under her touch. She knew it was as much a submissive's job to comfort their Dominant as it was a Dominant's, so it made her feel good to be able to help such a strong man relax with little more than a touch. She got the feeling that, much like herself, Danny was strong-willed, maybe even hot-headed. Men like him, in Daisy's experience, needed a soft hand to calm the stormy waters that surged beneath such a strong, steely exterior. Meeting Danny's effortlessly confident gaze, she knew there was no hiding from him. Daisy wanted him. Badly - and she was obviously putting her body on display to snag his interest; so, she opted for honesty. "You're right. It's not for him. In fact, there's only one person in this establishment I'm looking to impress, so feel free to scare off anyone else trying to get a look at what's only yours to enjoy right now." She smiled almost angelically, which was ironic considering how she was working to inflame a possessive streak she suspected he had. She thought up a million different coy responses she could provide to his continued questioning about what, in reality, was her opinion of his physique, but when he called her a good girl and framed his expectations as such, all she wanted to do was be as blunt as possible. "Right. Well...I think, looking the way you do, you've absolutely earned a cheat day, Sir. And I don't think that extends only to your meals. I think you deserve to spend the day letting any submissive of your choice worship your muscles for hours on end. You work hard for that body and it deserves to be thoroughly appreciated." She implored, her hand roaming up higher to squeeze reverently at the man's bicep. "God, I can't even fit my hand halfway around it." Daisy marveled as she leaned forward to reach him, her cheeks perfectly flushed all the while.

DANNY: Danny's eyes crinkled slightly at the corners over his widened grin. Her seemingly sweet and innocent little comments did exactly what they were meant to do. Though no one else was paying attention to them, Danny wanted to keep it that way. While he had a feeling Daisy was far from the innocent angel she was playing, he couldn't help but want to protect her like she was. He was the one who got to look, touch - to defile as he wished, no one else. Not while he was around. "Believe me, I intend to." Danny listened to her sweet voice praising him so thoroughly, that delicate palm still exploring his arm, her slim hand dwarfed by the bulk of his muscle. "Good girl, beautiful," he praised, his voice a little lower and huskier than it had been before. He shifted his arm under the pretense of flexing his bicep under her touch, but it also allowed him room to move his fingers, lifting the tips to brush over her sweater. Danny gently stroked along the soft material, just under the prominent curve of her tits. "Mm. I don't think that's the only part of me you would struggle to fit your hand around, sweetheart," he teased, their heads bent closer together over the table.

DAISY: Appearances were everything to a Blossom. The closer Danny leaned in, the more his arm swelled under her worshipful touch, and the more her thighs shook with the need to leap over the table and into his lap. But this was in public, and in broad daylight, no less. She sighed out into the beginning of a whimper when he praised her with that deep, masculine voice. It was akin to the one he employed with their server, but it took on a warmer tone that melted her on the spot. "Sir..." She whispered when his calloused digits reached out ever so slightly to ghost against her chest. Her nipples were roused and hard, even a little evident under the flimsy silk of her bra and top. Her breathing was quickening along with her heartbeat and she had to cross her legs to temper the shaking that came with a wave of arousal that ran through her body, slightly dampening her panties when Danny's bicep bulged under her hand. She didn't notice how close they were either, but they were leaning in towards each other, their bodies subconsciously working to close the distance between them. She flushed at his boyish innuendo. "Is that right? I... I think getting out of here so we can put that theory to the test sounds like a good idea right about now, Sir. What do you think?"

DANNY: Finally. She couldn't hide how she reacted anymore. Danny smirked darkly, loving how he could practically see the arousal flooding through her, her cheeks flushed and her breath quick, the movement of her near panting practically pushing her breasts into his palms. As tempting as her idea was, he wasn't done quite yet. No, he wanted to see how far he could push this demure darling in public, to see how needy he could get her before he got her alone. "And waste these delicious shakes and fries? Nah, beautiful, I don't think I'm quite ready to leave yet." Danny shifted to slide onto her side of the booth though, scooting in beside her and tugging his shake and fries closer to munch on one. His arm casually draped around her slim shoulders, fingertips running over her arm below the tiny sleeve of her shirt. "You got somewhere to run off to, baby?"

DAISY: Daisy gulped as her wide, wavering brown eyes followed this absolutely adonis of a man as he shifted that magnificent body around the table until he was seated right next to her. He knew exactly what he was doing, and while there was a part of her that knew how this sort of public behavior went against just about every dignified code she tried to abide by, there wasn't even a single fiber in her body that wanted any of this to end. "Fair point. It is your cheat day, after all." Daisy agreed quietly, her hand resting over Danny's thigh when he slid in right next to her. Instinctively, she leaned into him when he draped that powerful arm across her shoulders. Somehow, when he enclosed her like that, she felt simultaneously beautifully vulnerable to him, but not as much to the rest of the world - and that was closer to what she wanted. She smiled up at his handsome face, her hand squeezing against his thigh as she spoke. "Not without you I don't." She admitted a little breathlessly, a pathetic part of her absolutely melting at the way he called her 'baby' - it was one of her weaknesses, and she was sure that much was obvious right now. "I'm ready whenever you are, but by all means..." She reached for a fry and bit at it cutely. "Enjoy your fries, stud."

DANNY: He liked how she snuggled into his side, her palm resting across his thigh, prompting him to spread his legs just a little bit more to encourage her touch. Having her so close was intoxicating, her perfume filling his nose and the most perfect view down her shirt from his point of view. Danny could easily see the lace of her bra, the shadow of her cleavage all but begging for him to lean down and leave a hickey on the pristine curve of her gorgeous tits. "Good answer," he praised when she confirmed she wasn't going anywhere without him. Danny chuckled, watching her munch on another fry, his free hand grabbing one of his own. "I'm enjoying more than the fries. I especially like how flushed you are when I touch you," he murmured, bending so his lips brushed her hair as he spoke so low. His hand moved from her arm back to the swell of her chest, his large body blocking how his fingers dipped to tease along the edge of exposed lace on her nearly bared breasts. "And how you melted against me the second I took you in my arms... you're so tiny, baby, I bet I could carry you around without a second thought."

DAISY: Daisy had a hard time keeping her eyes met with Danny's. Partly because he was so, gorgeously intense that it almost scared her, and partly because there was so much of him to be distracted by. "I'm usually much more composed than this, I swear." Daisy protested with a little shake of her head. "I have a feeling you're quite used to flustering just about anyone you want to. I wouldn't be this easily swayed if you weren't so masterful at what we both know you're actively doing." She teased him, scooting in even closer and arching her back so that the valley between her large tits was even more pronounced under his piercing gaze. She really appreciated the privacy he was providing them not only by way of his broad back physically shielding her from view but also by the low, intimate way he spoke to her and the subtle but sure way he touched her body, sending electric sparks against her skin every time he did. Daisy sighed sweetly when his digits teased at the lacy hem of her bra, wanting so much more than she was willing to ask for in public. She nodded at his observation of their obvious size difference. "I would be lying if I said that wasn't one of the reasons I came over here so quickly. I like being tossed around like I'm weightless...and one look at you told me that you'd be able to provide that without the slightest issue." She bit her bottom lip and then, making sure no one was looking, reached for Danny's hand and pressed it insistently to upwards to properly cup her tit. "I may be tiny overall, but I think you'll find that not every part of me is particularly...proportional." She teased quietly, knowing how...well-endowed she was in certain respects.

DANNY: He couldn’t even pretend to be shocked that she’d figured out his little game. Danny was nothing but shameless in his pursuit of what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted more than anything in the world was Daisy Blossom, preferably nearly naked in his bed with nothing but her panties on, her chest bouncing as she rubbed herself against his dick and begged for him to fuck her. Now wouldn’t that be nice. He hummed in appreciation as she scooted closer, her petite but curvy frame molding to his broad body, and her perfect breasts on clear display for him. He chuckled and kissed her hair again, his thick fingers curling around the curve of her breast properly now. “I definitely can. I could probably hold you up and take you without even needing a wall for you to lean on,” Danny mused, his voice still low and intimate but almost casual. His thumb shifted to dip into her bra, finding the soft but stiff peak of her nipple to tease with the callused pad of his finger. “You’re definitely not tiny where it counts, baby. What with these perfect tits and what I’m sure is a tight, round ass just waiting for a few handprints on it.” He smirked, looking down at her, his free hand coming to tip her chin up to meet his gaze. “Even good girls need a spanking now and then after all.”

DAISY: She gasped when he took proper hold of her breast, groping her just the way she wanted him to. That simple motion gave her the smallest taste of how powerful he was and left her famished for more. The mental image he painted of holding her up while he fucked her in the air utilizing nothing but his own, brute strength made Daisy's thighs shake noticeably as another surge of arousal rushed towards her core, dampening her panties under that snug little blue skirt that was practically plastered to her curvaceous figure. Images of his back, flexing and rippling under her hands as she held onto him, even a moment of respite to just settle on his cock so she could openly lick and kiss at his perfectly muscled chest flooded her mind and drove her desire through the ceiling. "God, I insist we add that to the rapidly developing list of theories to test out later, Sir. Please." As his digits worked subtly under her shirt and bra, she gasped out a little laugh and nodded in earnest. "Oh, this particular good girl has been known to outright beg for spankings in the right setting. I spend my share of time in the gym, making sure to develop a perfectly plump canvas for that exact purpose." At his direction, Daisy met his gaze, her eyes darting down to his lips and then back up, waiting for him to initiate what they both obviously wanted.

DANNY: Danny licked his lips as he felt her little tremble against him. His own arousal was beginning to prove troublesome to hide, his thick cock at more than half mast inside of his tight jeans, the size of the bulge just above where her fingers lingered on his thigh. “Well, since you said please, I think we could work that into our plans, beautiful. If time allows. If not, there’s always next time,” he said confidently, having no doubts that Daisy would be back in his arms before too much longer. Her devout insistence on begging and preparing her body for the ideal spanking earned her a little pinch to her nipple, a hint of extra pressure just to hear another one of those gasps. Danny licked his lips when he noticed the path of her eyes, then gave in, leaning in to close the distance between their mouths. He teased her though, barely brushing a kiss to her soft lips, his nose bumping against hers. The hand on her chin slid up, his thumb tugging on her bottom lip, urging her to part them. “Ask for it, baby,” he urged in a whisper.

DAISY: There was heat radiating from under her delicate palm, which continuously massaged Danny's thigh each and every time he did something to purposefully turn her on. She glanced down quickly and gasped at the very impressive bulge throbbing noticeably just next to her hand. With his palm groping at her breast, she felt well within her right to repay the favor and gently glided her hand over to rest against his hard-on, subtly stroking the shape of his thick cock over his jeans. "Nothing if not polite, remember?" She teased him breathlessly, although she pouted a little at the idea of something silly like time limiting them at all. Her pout broke quickly when she realized he was simply angling for a second romp. "I'll bear that in mind, Sir...and if, in fact, time doesn't allow us to test all of our theories, I can promise to bug you until we've thoroughly tested them all...over and over and over aga--...aah." She squeaked, her promise cut short by the playful pinch he dealt to her roused nipple. Once her giggles subsided, it was all heat, passion, and intensity - and it didn't end with their first kiss, which was soft and sweet. It left her wanting more, and him ordering her to beg for just that. She blushed furiously, but her desire outweighed her usual code and she spoke up. "Kiss me, Sir. Please, please kiss me again. Harder. " Her free hand ran up the solid form of his torso, stroking at his built chest. "Please."

DANNY: He could hardly be upset when her hand moved to cup his bulge, especially when that sweet, feminine gasp told him all he needed to know about her thoughts on his endowment. Next time, he would make her ask to touch, but right now, he deeply enjoyed the attention to his aching length. The pout almost had him laughing, but she seemed to catch on, knowing what he meant. He did laugh at her cute little squeak and the resulting giggles. “Well that just motivates me to be very lazy about working through all of these theories,” Danny admitted playfully, openly admiring the sight of her giggling freely in his arms. But then he felt her breath on his lips, and he challenged her, earning another one of those pretty blushes across porcelain cheeks. This time when he leaned in, he was anything but gentle. Danny took her mouth in a hungry kiss, urging her to tip her head back further so he could properly devour all of the sweet sounds she made. He reluctantly abandoned her breast, his wide hand going to the outside of her thigh, nearly lifting her off of the seat with how he wrapped his hand around her leg. “I want to fuck you, baby girl. I want to wreck you so badly I can taste it,” he whispered against her lips. “And I know you want that too, don’t you?” He pulled back just far enough to meet her gaze, thumbing again at her wet bottom lip. “You just have to do one thing for me.” Danny leaned in, making sure to brush a kiss to her neck before whispering in her ear. “I want your panties. Take them off for me, baby, right here.”

DAISY: She asked and she received - and then some. Nothing could have prepared Daisy for the way Danny practically claimed her; body, mind, and soul all in one, consuming kiss. Her pliant, petite frame bent backward with the force of his kiss, only to come back with equal desperation to meet him head-on. Her lips parted at his wordless command, their tongues lashing at each other in the space between their panting mouths as they made out right there in the middle of Pop's. For the first time in a very, very long time, if ever - Daisy forgot where she was. She forgot who she was supposed to be, the facade of buttoned-up dignity she was meant to present to the world, and just indulged her desire. Her hand gripped reverently at Danny's thick chest, moving up to cup his strong jawline, keeping his mouth against hers for as long as possible until he was taking her fully in his, practically dragging her over onto his lap. She added his efforts by swinging her legs up across his thighs. She panted when they broke apart, practically sobbing with need when he articulated what he wanted. "Please...yes..." She managed, her hand moving down to his chest once more, groping at him urgently. He managed to break through the fog and brought her back to reality by drawing back and sensually swiping his thumb across her bottom lip. It was enough to remind her of where she was, but not nearly enough to deter her from what she needed. She arched into him when he kissed her neck, whispering wicked instructions into her ear. She flushed and gulped, but nodded all the same. "Yes, Sir." With that, she reached up her skirt and found the waistline of her lacy, white panties and tried ever so subtly to work them down her thick thighs, slowly down her calves, and finally off the toe of her high-heels. She reached for them and handed them discreetly to Danny under the table, blushing even brighter when she felt for herself just how wet they were.

DANNY: She wasn’t the only one affected by that kiss. Danny was close to saying “fuck it” and just dragging her into the bathroom for a quickie to take the edge off. But, though he had his caveman side, he could show finesse or something like it. His control proved to be for the better. He felt her tense in his arms briefly, her throat moving under his lips. For a second he thought she would refuse. But then she whispered and shifted, working off her skimpy panties just as he ordered. Danny hummed in approval when the drenched material landed in his palm. “Damn, baby. How long has it been since someone’s taken care of you right?” he asked, nosing at her neck. “Not that it matters. The clock’s about to be reset.” He slid her panties into his pocket, then got out his wallet to toss cash onto the table for their shakes and fries. Danny stood without shame, his bulge extremely prominent, thick and easily visible in his jeans. Holding out a hand, he helped Daisy from the booth, once again tucking her against his side, one wide hand curled possessively around her hip. “Did you walk into town, beautiful? I’m thinking the quickest way back to campus is best right now, considering it’s very difficult for me not to bend you over right here and take you,” Danny rumbled low as they walked along the main drag towards Stonewall.

DAISY: Daisy flushed and ducked her head when he chuckled at how wet she was. It was true that she couldn't recall the last time someone had gotten to her this intensely and this fast, but she also knew her body. When she was aroused, it showed...arguably more than most, and he'd figure that out very soon if they kept on the path they were headed down. She was a little too embarrassed to get into how her body really responded when she was stimulated, so she simply gushed at his promise and leaned in to kiss his neck while he stowed her soaked panties away, leaving her to drip onto the booth. If she were of sound mind and not as turned on as she'd ever been in her life, she would've felt disgraced for how depraved she was behaving - but one look at Danny at that all happily went out the window. Watching Danny stand up, Daisy was confronted by how tall he was on top of everything else he brought to the table. She took his hand a shakily got to her feet, even in heels the top of her head barely settled under his nose. She leaned into his strong frame and raised a manicured hand to her gasping mouth when she caught sight of his erection, proudly hard and obvious under his jeans. Leaving Pop's, Daisy reached into her purse for her phone. "I took an Uber, actually. I'll call us one now. The faster we get back to campus, the happier I think we'll both be." She justified, quickly calling a car that would pick them up in a matter of minutes. She looked up at the red-headed God of a man practically towering over her and clung to his arm as they waited on the sidewalk. "I can't believe I just did all of that." She said out loud, giggling to herself in half-embarrassment, half-sheer astonishment. "You're a terrible influence, Sir."

DANNY: She fit into his arms how he always imagined his submissive would. Tiny and slim, clinging to him like he was the center of their whole world. And of course, her reaction to his obvious erection was absolutely delicious. It was tempting to Palm at her perky ass once it was within reach, but Danny managed to control himself, instead holding possessively to her hip, his thumb on the bare skin above her skirt. “You’re definitely right about that,” he agreed, nuzzling a kiss into her hair. Her burst of amusement made him grin, completely unapologetic for the accusation of being a bad influence. “Am I, or am I just enabling a safe space to let you indulge in new things?” he mused, squeezing her hip. “And you can’t deny youve enjoyed every moment of this, baby. I bet someday soon you’ll be begging me to slip my hand up your skirt to play with you right there in a booth in Pop’s,” Danny predicted, nodding to the Uber as it pulled up. Once they confirmed it was their car, he helped Daisy inside, scooting in beside her, one wide hand landing on her thigh.

DAISY: Daisy shook her head teasingly, taking Danny's hand graciously as he helped her into the uber, closing the door soundly behind him before they drove off towards campus. "That was...hardly what I would typically consider a safe space to indulge in everything we just did... but you're right to the point that I can't deny how much I enjoyed it," Daisy admitted, her cheeks flushing as the memories of everything she'd just done in public came back to her. She turned and hid her face against Danny's chest. "Oh, I just can't wait until we're back at school. I need you so badly, Sir." His heavy palm squeezing at her thigh spurred her on, encouraging her fingers to drum reverently against his abs, which were prominently chiseled even under the sweater he was wearing.

DANNY: "The safe space doesn't necessarily mean just the venue - but the situation. I wouldn't have let anything happen to you that you didn't want," he promised, kissing her temple like he was sealing a promise. Danny chuckled and brought his free hand up to cup the back of her head, urging her beautiful face to look up at his. "What do you need so badly, baby girl?" he asked in a low murmur. The driver didn't even pay any mind, clearly used to the antics his passengers would get up to in the backseat of his car. "I want to hear you tell me, every single thing that's running through your beautiful head, every way you want me to make you scream," Danny urged, thumb teasing her bottom lip.

DAISY: Even not knowing Danny very well beyond his family name, the last hour or so had somehow more than convinced her that she was, indeed, safe with him. "I know that, Sir. I didn't mean to imply otherwise. I'm just not used to doing anything like that in public, regardless of how protective my partner is." She smiled at the kiss he bestowed on her head. "I felt safe with you, though. Make no mistake about that." Daisy bit at her lips when he probed her for details. She was used to having a chauffeur, so the fact that they were in an Uber didn't really phase her like the booth at Pop's did. "Well..." She started breathlessly. "...you're fully responsible for the mess I made of my panties, so...I'm imagining you picking me up and taking care of that the second we get into your place. However, you decide to do that is entirely up to you...but that's what I really need." When he thumbed her bottom lip, Daisy smiled and then sweetly parted her lips and took the digit between them, sucking at it sensually as she looked up at him innocently through her lashes, a slight, barely-there moan vibrating against his thumb as she salivated against it.

DANNY: The admittedly caveman part of him preened hearing that. It was a base instinct, to want to protect a submissive in his care - really any submissive, if he was honest, which could prove to be troublesome in the wrong situation. But, knowing Daisy felt safe with him even trying something so new, it was a stroke to the ego. Her breathless, musical voice dictating what she needed from him was another. Danny huffed a little laugh, watching her lush lips wrap around his thumb, the wet heat making his cock twitch hard in interest in his jeans. "Mm. Beautiful, you're a hopeful one, aren't you? You're not nearly desperate enough to earn an orgasm from me yet," he whispered, pressing his thumb lightly against her tongue, his eyes fixed on her face. "I want you writhing and whimpering, so far gone that you can't think of anything but me giving you permission for your pleasure. And when I do? Nothing is ever going to come close to making you feel so good again, except me," Danny promised with a confident smirk.

DAISY: Daisy's pretty eyes widened as she purred against Danny's thumb, sucking on it throughout the articulation of his agenda for the evening. Sucking at the digit properly, she popped off and wet her lips, scooting in even closer to kiss his neck while her free hand roamed down from his stomach to stroke over the very obvious hard-on running down his thigh, under his jeans. "I'm all for the idea of you getting me that worked up, Sir. I think you'll find that I'm nothing if not a good girl, so I'll do my utmost not to cum until you've got me exactly where you want me." She littered kisses up his neck and then across his jawline before setting her mouth gently against his once more. "Making me feel better than any man ever has before, or ever will is certainly a tall order, but..." She reached for his arm, which bulged under her touch, making her melt into another swoon. "...I think you might be the first man I've ever met who could really meet that challenge head-on and exceed it...and I'll do my part to ensure that I'm just as memorable by the time we're done, Sir. Trust me."

DANNY: As she shifted closer, practically climbing onto his lap, Danny slid his arm around her waist, one hand going to shamelessly cup her ass. A low, soft groan caught in his throat for those sweet kisses to his neck and the delicate hand groping his firm erection through his jeans. “I know you’ll be a good girl for me, Daisy,” he murmured back to her, fingers kneading the pert curve of her behind through her thin skirt. He smirked, flexing his bicep under her touch. “I have no doubt you’ll be plenty memorable, beautiful. In fact, I plan on making plenty of memories for us to reflect on,” Danny teased. Their car pulled to a stop, and he helped Daisy out, only to swing her up into his arms in a princess carry, holding her against his chest. “Sure I won’t break you, baby? You’re such a little thing,” he said with a smirk, easily making his way towards his room with the slip of a sub against his chest.

DAISY: Daisy gave a satisfied smirk at those deep, masculine groans she earned from her decision to stroke at his clothed erection, her desperation to taste him climbing by the second. "I'll hold you to that plan, Sir," Daisy assured him, somehow already knowing that after this, they'd be addicted to one another. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that she already was. She gasped and noticeably clenched her thighs together at the feeling of his arm hardening up like granite under her worshipful grasp. "God..." She moaned under her breath, endlessly grateful when she noticed the car stopping outside the residential building on campus. Getting out of the car, she honestly didn't trust herself to stand properly with how turned on she was. Luckily, Danny was there to quite literally sweep her off her feet. She hummed appreciatively, nuzzling against his broad strong chest as they made their way up to his suite. "I'm not sure, actually...but at this right, I might just want to be broken. Besides, you seem more than capable of putting me back together afterward."

DANNY: He made sure to keep his arm around the base of her thighs, not wanting to expose her to anyone they might pass considering how short her skirt was. That was for his eyes only right now, and god did he want a damn good look. Danny smirked, lifting her a bit higher in his arms. "Oh I am, trust me. Breaking gorgeous little subs like you is practically my favorite hobby, I've gotten very good at the aftermath." He let himself into his room, glad that he had left the door unlocked when he headed into town. After kicking the door shut behind them, he eased her to her feet, crowding her back against the door, trapping her between his thick arms. "Mm. I think you're still wearing too much, princess," he hummed, looking down and obviously at her still generous cleavage exposed by her shirt.

DAISY: It was funny. Danny said for her to trust him, and Daisy sincerely did. She craved everything he could give her. He was an obviously powerful man who could leave her in shambles after a particularly intense scene; both physically and emotionally, but looking into his kind, albeit lust-clouded eyes, Daisy was one thousand percent confident that she was in good hands, with a good Dominant - a good man, in general. "Sounds like you've got quite the resume to your name, Sir. I'm looking forward to helping you bolster it with another drawn-out, successful scene." She clung to him tightly as he hauled them into his suite, setting her down on her feet before crowding her against the closed door at once, overwhelming her with his intoxicating scent and size. She was dwarfed by him, but she wasn't shrinking in fear, she was bending willingly, graciously to his obvious authority. Her chest heaved and she smiled sheepishly up at him."You think so, Sir?" She asked, folding her arms under her tits to press them together and up teasingly, almost forcing them to spill out of her shirt. "You're more than welcome to do something about that..."

DANNY: The way she looked up at him made him smirk, his larger form hovering over hers. She was looking up at him like he held the answer to all of her problems, or was the source of all of her fantasies. Both of which he was perfectly okay with, if he was honest. Danny smirked wider when she asked him so coyly, pressing those delicious tits up to make them look even more luscious. "You're really looking for a spanking, aren't you, beautiful?" he asked, amused and lusty all at once. He slammed his mouth down on hers, hands moving to strip her tiny shirt off of her, only breaking the kiss to pull it over her head and toss to the side. Danny groaned in appreciation, wrapping his wide hands around her tiny waist to haul her up against his body. "Definitely gonna need to fuck those perfect tits of yours too, baby, shit," he growled, undoing her bra with one hand to rid her of that as well, leaving her in just her miniskirt, mostly naked and wonderfully vulnerable for him.

DAISY: Daisy couldn't help mirroring Danny's smirk. She knew exactly what she doing, and while she was likely to suffer a sharp spanking or five for it later, she knew how to toe the line so that their scene remained light-hearted, fun, and positive. "Very perceptive, Sir." Her slight teasing seemed to do the trick and got the ball rolling. In a split second, Danny crashed his lips possessively against Daisy's, and she instantly melted against him. Their tongue lapped at each other passionately, all while Danny worked to squeeze her out of her tight top. They stopped kissing only for the necessary interim to get the shirt up and over Daisy's head. Once it was discarded, they lunged for each other again. She smirked into the kiss, sighing openly when one powerful hand seemed to encircle her tiny waist, sweeping her up and into his powerful arms. She arched back, thrusting her tits up just under Danny's face as her ankles hooked each other around his waist. "Please... Please do, Sir. That's what they're there for." She encouraged breathlessly, practically purring when he expertly undid and removed her bra in one foul sweep. "I'm yours, Sir." She stated confidently, her fingers dancing up his jawline and down to rest against his hard chest. "Do with me what you will. Please."

DANNY: Gone was the shy girl - relatively shy, anyway - he'd run into at Pop's. Now, he had a wanton little vixen in his arms, hungry for anything he could give her and grateful for his attention. Danny couldn't resist leaning down to bite at the curve of her offered breast, one hand digging firmly into her ass, her miniskirt more like a belt at this point. "You know, I think I just might, baby..." He carried her into his room and tossed her onto his bed easily, all but ripping off her skirt to leave her naked and flushed on his bed. After kicking off his shoes, he crawled on top of her, still fully dressed, once again trapping her under his big body. One hand slid between her thighs, to the sopping folds of her cunt, a thick finger easily pushing into her slick entrance. "God, you are dripping, sweetheart... you sure you can keep from losing it until I say so?" he asked, fingering her slowly, his erection rubbing against her thigh in slow flexes of his hips.

DAISY: She hissed as his teeth sunk teasingly into the skin of her supple chest, her back arching in direct response to the rough way he handled her ass. Daisy had no shame about the fact that she loved being manhandled, and Danny fit the bill perfectly for all of that. She wrapped her arms around his back and kissed his neck all the way through his suite, to his bedroom where she was unceremoniously deposited onto his bed. She aided in the removal of her skirt, even though Danny more-or-less had that covered with the way he practically ripped it clean off her body. Her heels fell to the side of the bed, leaving her completely naked and flushed, ready for Danny to do literally whatever he wanted. She smiled devilishly up at him and thrilled when he moved down to hover over her, pinning her, really, under the magnificent weight of his huge physique. She gasped and whimpered pathetically when his thick digits maneuvered through her folds, prompting her legs to spread obediently under his touch. She arched and preened, only to nod in earnest. "Pleasing you is far more important than my own pleasure, Sir," Daisy whispered hotly against his lips. "I'll be just fine..." She whined and reached between them, groping at the obvious hard-on under his jeans. "Aren't you uncomfortable, Sir? I'd be more than happy to help you with that if you'd like." She offered sweetly, her hips rocking against his fingers, seeking every ounce of attention he paid her.

DANNY: He smirked against her mouth as she insisted she could be good. Danny had every belief that she would do her best - but he also wanted to see how far he could push her before she broke. Having a screaming, whimpering, sobbing Daisy pinned to his bed sounded like the best thing he could think of in the moment. He groaned when she groped at him again, his cock throbbing inside of his jeans. Of course, the clutch of her body around his fingers didn’t help his resolve, thinking of how tight and hot she would feel when he fucked her. Leaning down, he kissed her hard, flicking his thumb over her clit firmly. “You say that like I didn’t know you’ve been aching to get my cock in your mouth since we left Pop’s, beautiful,” he rumbled, teasing her clit again with another swipe of his thumb. ‘You just have to tell me how bad you need to choke on my dick, princess. I’m a reasonable man, I won’t deny a gorgeous girl the chance to get her mouth fucked,” he purred, needing to gain back the upper hand and have her flustered and wanton again. He kept rubbing slow circles on her clit, finger crooking deep inside of her with each movement of his wrist.

DAISY: Daisy giggled against his lip, closing her dainty fingers around the clothed girth of his member as they writhed against each other. "So it would be beneficial to me too, I'll admit that much...but my priority is making you comfortable, Sir - and really, these tight jeans around those beefy legs combined with how hard you are just can't be comfortable. I really do insist you let me help you..." Daisy moaned sweetly against Danny's lips, kissing him desperately as her free hand wandered over his shoulders to splay across his back. She hitched and preened into his touch, gasping desperately against his mouth when he pointedly started to work over her clit, which prompted another wave of wetness to drench her inner thighs and his fingers. "How...g-generous of you, Sir." Daisy managed through her gasps, her hands now squeezing desperately at Danny's arms as pleasure wracked through her curvaceous form. The intentional, deliberate pace at which he worked her core over was maddening, but beyond her own pleasure, she really, desperately need to taste him. "May I please taste your cock, Sir? I could suck it...or you could simply pin me down and fuck my throat...anything, I just need that big, thick alpha-cock in my slutty little mouth, Daddy. Please?" She whined sweetly, her tits sandwiched between them hitting her chin as she writhed under the built Dominant.

DANNY: Danny had to huff a laugh as she reasoned her way through her thinking. She wasn’t wrong though, it was getting uncomfortable. “You’ll find out my legs are good for much more than just filling out a pair of jeans before too long,” he rumbled back to her. He loved how desperate she sounded, her nails scratching over his back and her gasps and moans musical in the heavy air around them. And then, she obeyed, her adorably whiny voice giving him free reign to take her mouth however he wanted and calling him Daddy… well fuck. Danny took her mouth in another claiming kiss, tongue pushing past her lips like he knew his cock would be doing soon. He was panting by the time he leaned up again, easing his finger from inside of her and meeting her gaze as he sucked it clean. “Turn over on your stomach, princess,” he ordered, getting to his feet and unzipping his jeans, finally easing his thick cock from the confines of his pants. “Up on your elbows.” He stepped up to the side of the bed, waiting for her to get in position before tapping his cock against her lips. His free hand went to gather her hair in a ponytail, holding it in a firm grip. “Open your mouth for Daddy, princess,” Danny growled, loving the sight of her desperate eyes, and her pert little ass splayed out on his bed.

DAISY: She raised her brow in teasing curiosity when he suggested what his powerful legs might be good for. Fantasies of him holding her up while he fucked her senselessly flooded her mind and added to the heat her cunt was pouring out against Danny's talented fingers. "L-Looking forward to it, Sir." She managed before completely melting under him, nails raking down his wide, flexing back, which she could feel even over the (annoyingly present) material of his sweater. Her lips parted under his authority, their tongues meeting hungrily in the middle as they made out for a good few minutes, leaving them wrapped up and breathless for each other once more. She gasped at the absence of his finger, only to sigh dreamily as she watched him suck the digit clean. "Do I taste good, Daddy?" She asked innocently, but before she could get an answer, he was standing up and ordering her into a new position. Daisy complied happily, sprawling out on her stomach to hoist herself up on her elbows just in time for him to walk around and meet her head-on, this time with his jeans and underwear discarded and his throbbing, thick cock proudly on display right in her face. She flushed and her mouth parted at Danny's firm command, moaning happily when he tugged her red hair up into a makeshift ponytail. She looked up at him, rather than his cock, basking in how glorious he looked standing over her like that. Her tongue fell from her lips like the little slut she was as she moaned and whined for what she had to believe was next. "Please, Daddy... Use my mouth. Let me worship that big, thick cock as it deserves."

DANNY: He tugged her hair lightly, pushing her head back just a little bit more to look down at the flushed beauty under him. “Yes, princess, you taste amazing… you’ll have to tell me if I taste just as good,” he told her with a smirk. Holding her hair tightly, he pushed his length past her parted lips, groaning deep in his throat. Danny couldn’t look away from the sight of his thick member between her lips, her bright eyes looking up at him and looking every inch like the needy little slut he knew she was. “You look so good with a dick in your mouth, baby, like the hungry bitch you are,” he crooned raggedly, slowly flexing his hips, pushing his length further into her mouth with each thrust forward.

DAISY: Daisy hummed in agreement, wordlessly promising to let him know how much she loves the taste of him with her tongue hanging forth, pleading for said taste as if it were her last chance for it. Finally, Danny thrust forward, allowing Daisy to take his massive cock through the hot seam of her plush lips. She moaned as he filled her mouth up, eyes rolling back briefly with pleasure before settling back up at Danny's handsome face. "Mmhm." Daisy agreed through her moans, hollowing out her cheeks in an effort to suck against his dick, pulling all his blood south as it somehow got even bigger inside her mouth. Soon, the head was hitting the back of her throat and Daisy choked beautifully but stayed where she was, salivating eagerly, urging him to use her face however he wanted now that he was practically fully sheathed inside the wet heat of her moaning mouth.

DANNY: There was nothing better than a little slip of a sub clearly enjoying themselves while he fucked their mouths. Though the sight of her mouth stretched around his length was delicious, he also couldn’t help but glance back to her bare ass, thinking it was entirely too pale and untouched for his taste. Danny relished the sound of her choking, but she didn’t pull back. “Good girl,” he crooned, free hand cupping her cheek briefly. Danny gave her a few more thrusts, starting to really properly fuck her clearly inviting mouth. Without warning, he leaned forward over her, reaching with his free hand to lay a firm slap on her ass, his handprint outlined in faint red on one pristine cheek. “Fuck, that looks good,” he breathed, straightening up again, his hips moving faster now, balls lightly slapping her chin when he thrust in.

DAISY: She preened at his praise, sucking dutifully around his shaft in an effort to earn some more, only to let out a surprised yet all-too-delighted yelp when his strong hand came down hard against her thick, curvy ass. Her complexion was pale, so the mark Danny left behind had to be obvious. Daisy moaned encouragingly, bobbing and moaning over Danny's cock while she arched her back to prop her ass up invitingly. Her head jerked back and forth almost violently as she struggled to keep her lips closed around Danny's dick, the harder he fucked her face. The result was messy but very, very hot - drool mingled with pre-come ran down her chin, and her eyes teared up, all while looking up at Danny with unmistakable desire as he pummeled the back of her throat relentlessly. Boldly, Daisy reached out and gripped at Danny's meaty thighs, urging him forward every time his hips canted that way, her nails raking down the solid muscle of his quads as she took everything he had to give her like a pro.

DANNY: She was such a gorgeous mess. Her ass popped up like she was hoping for another spank on those round cheeks. Her eyes wet and wide, previously perfect eyeliner beginning to smudge. Drool and pre-cum dripping thickly down her chin. Everything about it was incredibly hot, and it made his thick cock twitch where it was, deep in her throat. His hand instinctively tightened on her hair when he felt her hands on his thighs, grabbing at the firm muscles. “Fuck!” The scratch of her nails forced another spurt of pre-cum from his cock, and he tugged on her ponytail. “Not rough enough for you, princess?” He asked in a ragged groan, leaning forward again to pop two more heavy spanks on her ass, his cock forced deep into her mouth as he did so. Danny knew he was going to finish in her mouth first, to see what a mess he could make out of that beautiful face, but she hadn’t quite earned his load yet. “I bet that pussy of yours is soaking my sheets, isn’t it baby? Getting off on getting your mouth fucked like a good whore? If I don’t see a wet spot, it won’t just be your ass getting spanked,” Danny warned with a smirk, his thighs starting to shake as his peak drew closer.

DAISY: Every move he made informed the next one she did, and then he'd respond to that and the cycle continued in a delicious spiral that kept them both impossibly turned on. Daisy's hands groped desperately at Danny's thighs, shaking her head as much as she could with a mouthful of leaking cock. She wasn't sure it'd ever be enough, but she was daring him without a word to prove her wrong. She moaned at the taste of his arousal on her tongue, lapping at his head desperately, yelping and squealing against the underside of his dick when he railed out a few more, much harder spankings against her ass. The motion forced his cock deep to the back of her throat, making her choke and gag on him like she knew he probably wanted. Daisy smirked at his question and rolled slightly to the side so that he could see the embarrassingly prominent wet spot on his otherwise clean sheet. After everything they'd already done, her pussy was in dire need of some attention, and if that came in the form of some spanking, she'd only beg for more and more and more. She popped off his cock, licking at it hungrily before speaking in ragged pants. "I'm so wet for you, Daddy...looking up at you, watching and feeling you use me like this...it's just...God, it's everything." Her hand roamed up from his thigh, sneaking under his sweater to rake up those gorgeous abs that were still concealed from her. She whined out her desperation, going right back to his cock, working overtime to draw forth the first of hopefully many orgasms she'd get to taste that night.

DANNY: He never would have thought the delicate little Daisy Blossom would ever like something so ‘undignified’ as a blowjob - let alone be ass up and wordlessly begging for him to fuck her throat harder. It was a delicious surprise, and one he intended on continuing to indulge in. She sounded so hot, choking on his dick like that and gagging and just leaning in for more. Danny laughed lustily when she shifted to show off just how soaked his bed was under her leaking cunt. He tugged on her hair, looking down at her mess of a face as her pretty voice mewled so sweetly at him. “Everything, huh? Such a needy little whore,” he crooned. Danny flexed his abs under her touch, moaning low when she slid her mouth back onto his cock. “Fuck, that’s it, princess… just like that, swallow it for Daddy,” he grunted, finally feeling the roar of his pleasure come to a head. He groaned loudly as his cock twitched and shot in her mouth, both hands going to grip her hair, holding her head in place to force her to swallow down his thick load.

DAISY: Daisy squeaked delightedly, moaning deep and long against his cock as the built, alpha male tugged at her red hair and spat such teasing cruelty at her. There was, of course, a note of ironic affection in the way he called her a 'needy whore', and the deep tone of voice he employed when he said it only prompted yet another drowning wave of pleasure through Daisy's petite body. Her eyes rolled back at the feeling of his perfectly sculpted abs, still concealed by his sweater, flexed purposefully under her groping, desperate palm. He was so strong and capable. A real man in every traditional sense of the phrase and it drove her absolutely crazy with desire. Her teary eyes were wide and oh-so innocent looking up at him, a sheer, almost comical contrast to the filthy, crude behavior she was exhibiting, swallowing around and slobbering over his cock as he thrust forward and back, using her mouth to draw out his orgasm. When he came, it was nothing short of beautiful. Instinct told Daisy to close her eyes when his load started to fill and even over-flow her mouth, but she kept them open, needing more than anything to commit the visual of Danny cumming because of her and her alone to memory. He looked incredible, his handsome face contorted in pleasure, his built, broad chest heaving under his sweater, those arms bulging at the seams as he anchored her with brute force to the base of his cock, depositing every last drop of his arousal down her throat. Daisy moaned gratefully through it all and tried to ignore the wet puddle of her own arousal she was currently laying in. Her nails raked at Danny's abs under his sweater, first with encouraging harshness, then simmering down to a soothing caress as she watched the intensity of Danny's orgasm peacefully subside.

DANNY: The way she kept her eyes open, looking up at him as he flooded her mouth with his thick release, was everything. She was such a hungry bitch for anything he could dish out, which just added fuel to the already raging fire under his skin telling him to absolutely ruin the beautiful redhead dripping all over his bed. Danny panted raggedly as the intense pleasure subsided, his fingers loosening in her hair to rub soothingly over her scalp. His cock, though it had softened a bit, was still fairly firm as he pulled out of her mouth, leaving those swollen lips parted and slick with her saliva. "Good girl, princess, you didn't spill a drop," he rasped out. Stretching lazily, he finally shucked off his sweater to leave him just as naked as she was. A playful smirk was the only warning she got before he was leaning over, tossing her easily further up onto the bed and onto her back, once again pinning her wriggling, petite frame under his bulky body. "Now princess, the only way you're going to cum is on my cock, understood? But I think your ass could use with some color. If you cum while I'm spanking you, your pussy is going to regret it," he warned, propping himself on one elbow, his other hand going to drag teasingly through her sopping cunt, one fingertip rubbing barely there circles on her clit just to see her squirm under him. "Think you can hold out for me until I have my cock inside this hot little hole of yours?"

DAISY: She settled sweetly under the shadow of his spent cock, watching with utter reverence as he gratified her service by removing his sweater, revealing that perfectly chiseled body she'd been drooling over since earlier that afternoon - and even before that, having seen him sauntering around campus. "God, Daddy..." She purred, batting her lashes up at him before she was effortlessly lifted and thrown higher up on the bed to accommodate him. She squealed and reached for him, her nails finding the expanse of his back and raking down his tanned skin, marking her territory in a way - even if she had no right to do so. A moan fell from plush, abused lips when the weight of his physique settled down on her, pinning her writhing little body perfectly under him, where she, at that moment, knew she belonged. She mouthed desperately at his neck as he spoke, mumbling out her understanding against his skin, the sounds she made hitching a little when he warned her about the treatment he'd show her cunt if she failed to meet his challenge. One hand glided across his chest and he sat up. She threw her head back and whimpered when he played her obvious arousal, directly against that bundle of nerves, driving her intentionally out of her mind with need. Her supple thighs shook with the effort to restrain herself, and the nails on her other hand dug into his solid back in beautiful retaliation. "I'll... I'll do my best, Sir. I promise I will, but...I don't think I've ever been this turned on, either. You're..." She giggled breathlessly, her lashes fluttering as she met his gaze. "...just too good."

DANNY: Her appreciative purr was unnecessary but all the same appreciated - he would have to be blind to not see how she was drooling over him since the moment she set eyes on him. Danny chuckled low at the squeal, a rumbling groan curling in his throat when perfect nails raked down his back. As much as he loved giving pain, he didn’t mind receiving some itself. Rough sex was the best kind of sex, and showing off bite marks and nail scrapes was one of his favorite outcomes. The way she latched onto his neck, like tasting his skin was the only thing she wanted in that moment, was a boost to his ego, heat already starting to simmer under his skin again. Smirking, he teased her clit gently, enjoying how she squirmed and whimpered under him. “Don’t think my incredible prowess in driving you out of your mind is an excuse you can use if you finish without permission, baby girl,” he teased in a playful but dark tone. His eyes on hers, he lifted his hand to his mouth, licking his wet finger clean deliberately. Then he was shifting to sit on the edge of the bed, thick thighs spread wide in invitation. “Get that pretty little ass over here, princess. I’m hoping to make it as red as your hair,” Danny teased, tugging at her long, loose hair.

DAISY: “Oh, I don’t, Daddy. Nothing excuses misbehavior, no matter how valid the reason is.” She turned onto her side, the gentle curves of her voluptuous frame opposite his as she took a fleeting moment to drink him in in all his glory as he sucked her juices right off his talented finger. Her face flushed at that. God, he was a wet dream come true. If she were in any place to make requests, she’d ask to experience what he could do with that tongue - but she wasn’t naive enough to assume that wasn’t in store for her in the future, if not this particular session. For now, she just wanted to focus on solidifying a second round by making the first as memorable as possible. Her eyes followed him as he sat up, somehow towering intimidatingly over her even on his knees. Those big, bulging legs spread to accommodate her form and as if she needed any further motivation, the tug on her hair had her instantly melting into position. Getting up on her own knees, she backed up and settled between Danny’s legs, leaning forward so that her king red hair fell to the side, exposing her alabaster back which led to a nice, well formed ass, the cheeks quivering slightly in his lap in time with the shaking of her own thighs. Her cunt gushed with need at being called ‘princess’ and ‘baby girl’ and casting an adoring gaze over her shoulder, Daisy was affronted by how unrealistically handsome he looked, poised in all his dominance behind her. “Do your worst, Sir. Please.”

DANNY: Her curves were nothing short of luscious, and Danny knew he wouldn’t even come close to satisfied with his time with Daisy until he’d felt every way her gorgeous body could fit against his own. Perfectly pale skin, topped with points of red and pink in her obvious arousal, she was something out of a museum almost, a pristine study in the female form. And he had her wet, begging and draped over his lap, hungry for whatever exquisite torture he wanted to mete out on her perfect body. Danny combed his fingers through her hair, following the line of her spine to the dip between her plump cheeks. “You might regret asking that, little one,” he teased, his wide palm managing to cup one pert swell of her ass in a possessive grip. Danny indulged in running his hands over her smooth, warm skin, the slick evidence of her need dripping down his thigh. He laid one hand on her lower back, holding her in place, before laying the first firm slap over her far too unblemished ass. Danny groaned happily, watching the firm muscle jiggle and redden in response. Another blow fell on her other cheek, matching splashes of color decorating her pale skin. “Every inch of you is so fucking delicious,” he hummed, starting a slow rhythm, taking his time to watch the result of his work on Daisy’s eager form.

DAISY: “Doubtful.” Daisy responded cheekily, her voice tapering out in a pleased little hum when she felt his hand grip at her ass roughly. That was enough to make her melt, on top of everything else. “God, I’m yours, Daddy…” she arched her back slightly, casting a lustful gaze at him over her pale, smooth shoulder, shaking her ass subtly under his touch as a means to entice him further. Every note of possession made her that much wetter, her juices leaking out against the sculpted ripples in Danny’s quads. She was stilled by his firm touch, only to yelp in delighted surprise when his other palm came down powerfully against her ass. “Oh! Daddy, mmf…m-more, please!” Her pleas were met and then some, forcing her to fist at the cotton bedspread, her ass quickly reddening under every last blow Danny dealt. “Is that right? You’re welcome to taste any bit of me you’d like… I think your tongue would feel incredible against my skin… assuming you’ll allow me to repay the favor, of course.”

DANNY: Her begging and the way she clutched at the bed under her just made him chuckle, his need to be properly inside her starting to flame bright again. But - she was still far too articulate, which he would have to change. He didn't pause in his rhythm of slaps against her quickly reddening behind, though he peppered blows lower, decorating the backs of her thighs as well. "I think that could be arranged, princess. I have every intention on tasting each inch of your skin in time, and I can only imagine the noises you would make riding my face. Just more ideas for next time you're naked in my arms," he teased in a low growl. Danny shifted her on his lap, pulling her back so her outside leg fell to the floor, her wet core pressing directly against his firm thigh now. "You can rub against me, little one, but remember your pussy will pay the price if you cum," he warned, laying a particularly sharp slap to the crease where ass met thigh.

DAISY: Every time the stinging from Danny's sharp, deliberate spanks started to settle, it flared up all over again with another smack. Daisy clenched her eyes and instinctively, her body jerked away in anticipation of each swat, but her moans and delighted squeals betrayed her physical instinct because the truth was - she adored the pain. The knowledge of what her pale little ass must look like now only turned her on more, as did the devilish visuals Danny articulated. "I'll...aah t-take that as a promise of a n-next time, Daddy." She managed happily, biting at her bottom lip as she looked back at him. "And I'll hold you to it." Daisy hummed and went limp as Danny manhandled her so that her drenched cunt was practically groping at his muscled thigh. "Thank you, Sir." Daisy managed breathlessly, shakily drawing herself up on her elbows so that her tits hung free as she dry-humped the man's leg like a little bitch in heat. "God...the muscles in your thighs are so hard...s-so strong, Sir...oh my God, I...I don't think I've ever been this wet!" She yelped and her juices flowed freely in direct response to that extra sharp spank dealt to her lower ass. "Fuck!" She cursed, her scream settling into a content little hum as the pain fizzled across her reddened, silk smooth skin. (edited)

DANNY: He met her gaze and smirked. Though it was obvious she was interested and really it was at his whim, Danny couldn't help but preen a little every time she brought up 'next time.' He had a feeling she would be eager about it, offering her time freely, which he loved. Maybe it was fucked up of him, but having a pretty, eager little thing desperate for his time was just the biggest turn on in his book. His free hand slid up her back and around to grasp one swinging breast firmly just as another slap came down on her ass. "I did promise you I would blow your mind like no one had before, didn't I?" he pointed out after her delicious little scream. His fingers massaged her tit roughly, the blows to her ass getting a bit sharper in her response to the more intense pain. "Is your wet little hole ready for my cock yet, baby?" he asked, the length in question starting to plump up again, pressing into her lower stomach.

DAISY: Daisy gasped, bracing herself on one hand, she used the other one to press back at Danny's against her breast, egging him on, wordlessly begging for him to grope at her body as roughly as he could since words were evidently failing her by this point. All she could really manage to do was moan and scream and rut pathetically against Danny's entire thigh. "You...y-you did." Daisy agreed; he was clearly a man of his word and a man of action, which she appreciated beyond articulation. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Daddy - please use my little pussy. I n-need you." She was sobbing at this point, tears welling up, spilling down her cheeks as she looked back at Danny pleadingly. "P-Pick me up, throw me down, and just...fuck me. Please, please, I-I c-can't keep going like this." Daisy whimpered, eyes dipping to Danny's chest which glistened enticingly with sweat, his arm bulging as it drew back and swatted at her ass again. Daisy was roused out of her mind, far beyond any ability to maintain some level of ladylike composure - she'd been thoroughly reduced to a shameless slut who couldn't think of anything beyond the absolute hunk of a Dominant with an alpha-cock and body to match.

DANNY: There she was. Danny felt his cock swell further as she looked over her shoulder, whimpering and crying out wordlessly in her intense arousal, and the tears dripping down her flushed cheeks were exactly what he wanted to see. His grip on her chest tightened for a moment, an attempt to try and control himself so he wouldn't hurt her in his erotic fervor. She was his exact fantasy right now though, makeup running down her cheeks, a prim and proper sweetheart brought beyond words and airs and only thinking of how to get his cock in her drenched cunt. Danny wrapped his hands around her tiny waist, easily tossing her back up onto the bed on her back, pouncing over her and forcing his thick body between her thighs. His stiff prick slid between her soaked lips, a brief tease for the both of them, and he let out a guttural groan when he finally sank into her. She was perfectly tight and hot around him, like her body had been made to take his cock and nothing else. Bracing himself on his hands on either side of her shoulders, Danny rolled his hips in powerful thrusts, letting the shaking beauty under him feel every inch as he filled her to the brim. "Hold on to me, princess," he grunted out, forcing her thighs wider with his knees so he had room to fuck her like he wanted to.

DAISY: Daisy was sincerely concerned about her ability to hold out. Luckily, it seemed as though she'd said just enough, because before she could warn him that she was about to break, he distracted her just enough by the sudden manhandling - flipping her over onto her back, her gorgeously abused tits falling forward under her chin with the urgency at which he threw her down. She managed one fleeting, victorious smile through her tears before Danny braced himself over her curvaceous, arched body, cutting her off from the rest of the room so that all she could see was tan and sculpted and masculine perfection. "Oh...Daddy..." Daisy moaned gratefully, thrusting up against his rigid member as it slid through the wet, roused canal of her cunt. The tease was thankfully short-lived because seconds later, she was blissed out and writhing in pleasure as Danny's cock filled her pussy as much as it could, given his girth. Daisy's eyes fluttered as she gazed up at the Dominant, truly blown away by how handsome and powerful he looked, taking her from such an angle. Her little body jolted forward with Danny's thrusts, so with his order, she reached up and around Danny's rippling broad back and clung to him, reveling in the way his taut, muscled skin flexed under her desperate, smooth palms. Her nails raked down his skin and she held on tight, her legs spreading at his insistence to accommodate him fully. "Harder, stud... Oh my God, just...r-ruin me, please!" Daisy sobbed out in desperation, lifting her head weekly, seeking out his mouth with her own plush lips parted in anticipation for a passionate kiss if he allowed it.

DANNY: "I've got you, baby," he purred low, his eyes fixed on the vision below him. Daisy felt so small in his hands, so perfectly delicate and breakable, and yet she met his thrusts as if she couldn't get enough of his cock inside of her clutching heat. He could only imagine the picture they made together, matching red hair, tan skin engulfing pale, her sweet, sobbing whimpers mixed with his rumbling groans. The bite of her nails on his skin brought a hiss to his lips, forcing his hips just a little harder into her petite body. "Your wish, in this case, is my command, little one," he growled back to her. Danny took a moment, his cock still buried inside of her as he sat up slightly, throwing her legs up to rest against his shoulders. He all but folded her in half when he leaned down again, claiming her mouth just as viscously as he was the rest of her body. His thick thighs flexed hard, powering his thrusts, his hips slapping loudly against hers in the otherwise relative quiet of his room. She felt like the most sinful kind of heaven, warm and wet around him, soft and precious under him, and Danny ached to break her in the best way.

DAISY: Despite the heat and intensity, there was a moment of softness that came with the reassurance that fell huskily from his lips. Daisy's cheeks flushed and she smiled softly up at him, knowing at that moment, even if she didn't have weeks or months of time to back up her thoughts - there was hardly a safer place on the planet than being wrapped up in Danny's strong arms. "I know." She said sweetly, reverence wavering in her brown eyes before the intimacy gave way to unadulterated passion. She purred and clutched at his back greedily when those powerful hips came snapping forward, bottoming out inside her wet cunt. Her lips parted hungrily, watching as he shifted and sat up, that massively muscular body looming over her impressively until he was bent over her again, having anchored her body to the base hid cock, her legs draped up over his shoulder - a pure, showcase of flexibility. She giggled at his allowance, and leaned forward, kissing him back with tongue and heat and passion. Luckily, he dominated the kiss because she could hardly keep up with the moans his thrusts provoked. The bedroom was filled with the sound of his hard, solid body making quick work of her petite frame, pounding into it effortlessly so that she was basically a limp, boneless fuck-doll in his strong arms, save for the way she gripped and clawed at his back. "Oh, fuck m-me, Daddy! O-Oh my, God...you're...so...strong." Daisy was out of her mind with arousal, her release mounting with every powerful thrust Danny pounded up into her. "You...you're going to make me cum, Daddy. Please, please, may I cum!?"

DANNY: He could feel how limp she was, her body his to toss around and own at his whim, and he would never get over how powerful that felt, to have a submissive completely and utterly owned by him. The praise of his strength did exactly what she aimed for, prompting Danny to show off even more, his muscles flexing and clenching with every powerful snap of his hips. Her sweet begging wrung a groan from the Dom, and he slid one hand under her, gripping at her throbbing ass with one wide palm and lifting her to help him drive even further into her cunt. “Yes, baby, cum on my cock - want to feel you,” he growled, ducking his head to bite at one rosy, perked nipple, his body never pausing in his thrusts.

DAISY: That deep-toned groan vibrating into their kiss has Daisy purring against him, their tongues lashing at each other wildly in the space between their panting mouths. Her body belonged completely to the Dominant and she’d never been happier to surrender any and all control. All she had to do was hold on for dear life and kiss him in gratitude for the way he was handling her. While he’d teased her for what felt like forever, at the end, he’d come through and met all of her pleas and exceeded her expectations at every turn. In short, Daisy Blossom was addicted. She just hope that was a mutual sentiment because the thought of not having him again and again was torturous in itself. She yelped into his mouth when his palm gripped at her throughly abused ass, but melted and squealed happily when she realized he was simply seeking the leverage to lift and drop her fully onto his member, sending her straight through the supposed curling of pleasure, taking her to heights she never imagined possible. His permission was all she needed to topple over the edge. Her supple, petite frame trembled and quaked in Danny’s strong grasp as she came hard on his cock. She screamed and sobbed through it all until her voice was raspy and hoarse against Danny’s neck. One of her hands had found it’s way into his red hair, gripping at him insistently to keep his mouth pinned to her tit as she came in waves on him and him alone. Finally her body settled and melted in his grasp, leaving her without the ability to do anything but suck lazy hickeys against his neck, her hands running soothingly down the muscles expanse of his flexed back.

DANNY: Her little sounds were like music, the erotic symphony filling his mind of nothing but her. And it only got better when she obviously fell over the edge he’d kept her teetering on for as long as he could manage. Her pretty screams added fuel to his fire, and Danny grunted against her chest for how tight her body clutched around his throbbing cock. She felt incredible, squeezing around his thick member, her whole body clinging to his like she never wanted to be parted from him. As hungry as he was to keep pounding into her, Danny eased his pace, licking over her breast and the mark he’d bitten into the pale, perfect curve. His length was still stiff inside of her, but he kissed up the length of her throat, pressing his mouth to hers in a lush, hungry kiss. “Good girl, princess,” he purred, his hips rocking in gentle thrusts now, enough to keep her from completely relaxing just yet. “Look so pretty when you’re all stupid from my cock,” Danny teased, kissing her nose.

DAISY: Though her body relaxed and went weak out of necessity, Daisy was nowhere near finished, especially since Danny hadn't even cum inside of her yet. Still, she appreciated the way he expertly relented so that she could ride out the waves of her well-earned reward. Leaning back, she hazily watched as he licked worshipfully at the swell of her large breast, soothing over the love bite he'd left behind on her otherwise perfectly smooth skin. She hummed sweetly as those lips moved up her chest, the column of her neck, and finally to her mouth, which was the one part of her she could still muster the energy to move in tandem with Danny's, kissing him back just as desperately. Their tongues lapped at each other for a few, restful moments until they parted for air, leaving Daisy to settle and squirm deliberately on his cock, humming in a hitched, submissive little voice as he started to fuck up into her once more. A lopsided grin pulled at her swollen lips and she batted her lashes sweetly. "I never thought I'd take the notion of stupidity as a compliment, but in this case, it feels like a privilege...and a badge of honor that I'm all too proud to wear, Sir. Anyone would be lucky to be in my position right now..." She mused romantically, leaning in to kiss him once more. "I hope you aren't done with me, though...I don't want to give in to exhaustion until your cum is leaking out of my cunt, Daddy. I need a real man's load." She added hotly against his ear, her hand retracting from his hair to smooth down his muscled pec, squeezing him worshipfully there. "You're still rock hard in me...so I know you've got plenty to give. Please, don't hold back because you think you'll break me - especially given how badly I want to be broken."

DANNY: He chuckled at her confirmation that she took the comment as he meant it. Danny wouldn’t lie that the concept of having a cock hungry bimbo wearing his collar was one of his dreams. Daisy seemed to fit the bill nicely so far - it just made him wonder how far he could push her into this mindset when she liked so much to be in that delicate control she’d exuded at Pop’s. “You’re right, they would be. But only you’re here, princess. You’re the only one on my mind,” he hummed to her, puffing his chest out under her touch. Danny smirked, flexing his hips in a dirty grind just to watch her squirm under the attention. “You gonna cum on my cock again, baby girl?” He asked in a low rasp. He sat up a little, this time taking one leg in each hand to keep her thighs spread wide, looking down at her with a smirk. It was exquisite to watch her body react, to see her tits bounce with each thrust and to watch the pleasure flit across her beautiful face. And he could feel her eyes on him watching the flex of his abs as his hips rolled, the pump of his biceps from where he was holding her legs up. Maybe he was showing off a little, but he couldn’t be blamed, right?

DAISY: Daisy almost hated the way her heart fluttered at Danny's words. It was conceivable and wildly inappropriate of her to be feeling butterflies over someone after one single scene - but then again, no one had the kind of effect Danny had on her, at least not as instantaneously. She thrilled at the way his broad chest swelled proudly under her reverent palm. Those pecs deserved an hour's worth of worship on their own, and he had to know it. "That's flattering, Daddy...although I'd imagine it'd be relatively difficult to think of anyone else while I'm impaled on your cock. I'll ask if that attention holds once we're both exhausted." She promised softly, preening against his continued, slightly amped-up grinding as he gradually started to work her up once more. Her nails dug into the solid muscle of his chest, faint red lines littering the tan slabs in her fingers' wake. "If you let me, Daddy." She responded breathlessly, knowing he'd like her to remember that orgasms for her were on his terms, alone. She settled under him, watching him sit up and position his body squarely between her legs. God, he was a vision. The sight of that handsome smirk, the chiseled jaw, and his perfectly built body all framed by her well-formed legs was like erotic art. She moaned and sighed, squealed and purred as his cock started to pound into her damp heat once more, her tits flailing in all their glory with each powerful thrust. She couldn't take her eyes off him, and he had to know it too. "You're such a tease, Daddy..." Daisy commented between pants, reaching out to stroke her fingers down his abs, her cunt drenching at the feel and sight of them flexing under her fingers, alone. She noted the tightened grip on her legs and the way his thick arms bulged in response and practically swooned. "You're...unreal, I swear." She admitted easily, bringing her free hand to one of her tits, groping at it in an effort to show off a little for him, as well.

DANNY: Her comment made him chuckle and lean down to kiss her nose. “That’s a good point, but I’m sure it’ll hold true later too,” Danny hummed. The drag of her nails on his pec brought a hiss of pleasure from his parted lips, eyes dark and heavy lidded as he looked down at her. “I want you to, princess. Whenever you need to. You felt damn good cumming on my dick,” he growled, thumbs rubbing along her thighs. Her reactions were perfect, pretty little screams and moans for him, topped by lush lips parted in ecstasy and those goddamn perfect tits undulating in rhythm. Danny laughed breathlessly at that, flexing again under her touch. He licked his lips, watching perfectly manicured nails tugging and squeezing at her tits. “You’re one to talk, baby girl, playing with your tits like that,” he growled, snapping his hips forward in a deep thrust he knew would make her squeal. “Wear something low tomorrow. I want everyone to see what I left there.” The sight of his deep love bite on the pale curve would surely get him hot, and even more, the knowledge that everyone would see it… he was a little bit of a caveman, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. He slid his hands up to just under the backs of her knees, starting to pick up the pace again. The inferno in his belly was getting too hard to ignore.

DAISY: She was thrilled with the open-ended permission to cum whenever the urge struck, and she knew it wouldn't be long until it did again, especially given the delicious position Danny had her in underneath him. "Keep fucking me like this and I'll be treating you to that same feeling all over again in no time, Daddy," Daisy promised, her lips parted as sighs of utter exuberance fell from them. "Mmmm." Daisy hummed gratefully as Danny flexed his abs under her worshipful touch. "I love how responsive you are to me...and how at ease you are showing off. There's a...lot to showcase, so it's really a good thing you're a little short on modesty." Daisy teased, her cheekiness cut off by a delighted yelp when Danny's hips canted forward with intentional aggression. "Just...trying to give a little back, considering how much you're giving me, Sir." She purred, tweaking her roused nipple over and over for his benefit, her nails sinking into the plush, pint-tinted flesh of her breast, which was too big for her to even hold properly. "Happily. The idea of showing off the evidence of this and getting to brag about who left these marks had me planning to wear something like that, already. Glad to know you've got a bit of a possessive streak, though..." Daisy added, her cunt soaking Danny's cock as it pounded her, wet, crude sounds mingled with their dirty talking. "That's...sexy." She managed breathlessly, reaching out to grope and scratch at Danny's chest as the pleasure mounted and threatened to overwhelm her. "Oh...oh, oh, right there, Daddy! I'm going to cum again!" Daisy whined pathetically, her back arched off the bed, her tits flushed and flailing as her face contorted and her orgasm washed over her, making her thighs shake almost uncontrollably in Danny's grasp.

DANNY: “Modesty is something I have never been cursed with,” he said with a breathless chuckle. Danny smirked widely and ran one hand over her thigh, her knee hooked over his arm so he could palm her ass again. “Believe me, princess, you’re giving me plenty. And plenty more to think about later,” he said with a wink. Danny knew without a doubt this encounter would play in his fantasies once Daisy flitted off, and honestly, he wasn’t mad about it. It just gave him more ideas for future fun he would be able to indulge in with this fiery vixen. Smirking wider as he picked up the pace, he leaned forward a bit to let her claw at him, the ripples of heated pain fueling the inferno under his skin. “You’ve - seen nothing yet, princess,” he panted out. Danny grunted deeply when he felt her body clutch around him again, her legs shaking and those glorious tits of hers bouncing perfectly. The sight and feel of her was too much, and he drove deep into Daisy’s snug heat as his pleasure crested, shooting his load deep into the gorgeous redhead under him. “Fuck - fuck, baby girl,” he rasped out, his head hanging heavily, breath gasped in ragged pants, the burn of his orgasm fading slowly and leaving even his strong thighs feeling weak.

DAISY: "G-Good." Daisy managed with a smirk. "It wouldn't suit you, Daddy. Not looking the way you do." She preened responsively when he palmed possessively at her ass, biting her bottom lip in clear satisfaction knowing that she'd made such an impression on a man who doubtlessly had submissives lined up outside his door. That wink made her swoon, on top of everything else - it was obvious that she was completely and totally his at that moment. Any capacity for articulation dissipated when Danny intentionally picked up the pace and really started to pound her properly into his bed. Her nails raked over his chest, loving the way the striations stood out under her touch when he leaned forward, absolutely purposefully giving her a closer, more muscular canvas to work with. "N-Nothing!?" Daisy yelped incredulously. If he wasn't going full throttle with her already, she almost shuddered at how ruined she'd be for anyone else if he really went for it. All the while her next orgasm mounted and spilled over, her sopping wet cunt clutching at his pummeling rod, her body shaking with intense pleasure as it all crashed over her again. He was buried at the hilt, filling her up so completely that she was mindless with desire, never wanting him to pull out - to just fulfill her forever. She felt his seed empty into her body, and as her own pleasure fizzled, she smiled encouragingly up at him, palming up from his chest to his strong shoulders supportively, relishing the sight of his pleasure overwhelming such a strong, powerful man all thanks to her. He was an alpha bull if there ever was one, but even loving his obvious strength, it was equally satisfying to know she manage to exhaust him at least a fraction as much as he'd done for her. "Mmm..." Daisy sighed happily as Danny caught his breath. "That was just...incredible. I'm speechless, Daddy -...just, thank you." She managed, leaning forward with used, parted lips, inviting him to claim her mouth with his own.

DANNY: His arms were tense and trembling with the effort of keeping himself propped above her, knowing his broad body wouldn't feel all too good crushed onto her petite frame. He did lean in though, her sweet thanks and obvious request for a kiss impossible to resist. Danny bent his arms and pressed his mouth to Daisy's, owning her warm lips in a slow, lazy but nonetheless possessive kiss. His chest brushed against her generous tits deliciously, warm, damp skin sliding together. Carefully, he eased his softening member from her heat, the wet rush of his load spilling from her and onto his bed. Danny rolled to the side, pulling Daisy up against him to sprawl against his chest and out of the wet spot. "You're very welcome, little princess. I have a feeling a beauty like you isn't left speechless very often, so though I'm not surprised I managed it, I'm still taking the compliment," he teased, brushing her bright hair back behind her ear. A boyish but still lusty smirk tugged his lips. "How's your ass doing, baby? I got some cream that'll help the sting once we manage to get out of bed," Danny promised, his big bull alpha personality still evident even as he switched into aftercare more. He couldn't help but smooth one hand over her ass again, the sweet curve fitting so nicely in his palm.

DAISY: Daisy noted his arms, thick and hard, but trembling with exertion as he held himself over her. Gently, she soothed her hands over the rippling, taut skin of his back, drawing him down on top of her at a gradual pace so that she was comfortably pinned under his weight as they kissed. Their tongues rolled in content laziness against the other's, their lips smacking sinfully as the kiss went on for a few minutes, both of them just relishing in the lull after so much intensity. There was still that note of undeniable dominance in his kiss, despite their mutual exhaustion and Daisy responded with utter, complete submission, her body melting under the hard, muscled concrete of his own. It was almost like she ceased to exist entirely, and she'd never felt more fulfilled in all her life. A slight gasp fell from her parted, kiss-swollen lips when he pulled out, his copious seed instantly gushing from her spent folds. She was happy, but slightly sweaty - which was relieved when Danny rolled over, drawing her from their sex spot to a cooler, fresh side of the bed. She eagerly curled up against his left pectoral, peppering kisses against the tan, beautiful skin that made up the marbled canvas that was Danny's physique. She giggled softly against his skin. "Your self-assurance is deserved, stud. I'd like to think my standards for speechlessness are exceptional, you're right...but you..." She took a breath, meeting his gaze with nothing short of amazement reflected in her warm, caramel-brown orbs. "...you blew everything I thought possible when it comes to pleasure out of the water. I feel sorry for anyone else hoping to follow you, quite frankly." She preened at his affectionate touches, which somehow still managed to hold a certain amount of wolfish possessiveness that made her swoon over and over. Arching her back, she happily threw her ass out into his hold. 'It stings, Daddy...but I trust you to take care of it, as you have the rest of me this entire afternoon."

DANNY: Her sweet and expected assurance only prompted his smirk to widen. "I do too, but honestly, you know right where to come to be taken care of right, baby girl. The only way I'd leave you hanging is for our own mutual pleasure... because frankly, I think you'd be stunning after a few days of edging," Danny teased. He could envision it - Daisy strutting around his suite in nothing but one of his shirts, her pussy constantly swollen and leaking from his incessant teasing, until he finally takes pity on her and makes her come apart on his tongue. Definitely something to explore. He chuckled, gently massaging her ass, thumb lightly brushing over her tight hole. "We'll get in a bath soon and then get your pretty ass all taken care of, princess. I'm not quite ready to move yet though," he admitted, his other hand running along her thigh to drape her leg over his hips, encouraging her to snuggle as close as she could.

DAISY: Daisy smiled against Danny's chest, elated at the assurance that she could come to him just about whenever she wanted. It was the kind of security and stability she craved in a partner. Of course, she wasn't presumptuous enough to think anything serious of their relationship yet. For all she knew, she was one of many - but that truly didn't make his words any less pleasing to her all-too-eager ears. "Duly noted, Daddy... I've never been edged for that long, but after today? I'm positive you'd be more than worth the wait, so I think we should add that to our growing list of things to try." She hummed happily and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Me either...but when our strength returns a little bit, a bath sounds divine...assuming you'll be joining me, of course." Her body was pliant, boneless, and properly fucked so she sort of melted over him, no matter how he manipulated her. She didn't want to bolster his ego so much by saying he was the best she'd ever had, but internally she was having a hard time denying the plausibility of such a statement, as lofty as it was.

DANNY: Danny chuckled softly. "Believe me, you would like it once you tried it. I would make sure of it," he hummed, kissing the top of her head. He had a feeling once Daisy got a taste of his brand of edging and teasing, she would never get enough. At least - that would be his goal. "I'll definitely be joining you, princess. You're not leaving my arms until I'm forced to let you go." Danny relaxed back into the bed, just enjoying the feeling of the sweet girl in his arms, sprawled on his chest all warm and content. As much as he would have liked to lay there for hours, he knew he needed to get her clean and cared for. So after a few long minutes, he groaned, kissing Daisy's head again gently. "All right, baby girl. It's bath time," he said reluctantly, shifting to sit up carefully and scooping her into his arms to carry her into the en suite.

DAISY: "Well, if anyone can turn me on to something I'm hesitant about, it's you, Sir." Daisy agreed. Thrilling at his follow-up promise about keeping her in his arms until they absolutely had to part. She didn't want to come across as obsessive or clingy this early on, so she neglected to vocalize how much she'd love for him to place her under orders as soon as she reasonably could. Instead, she just relaxed against him, eager and happy to relish every last second they had together, especially knowing this was far from the last time she'd be sprawled in exhaustion against Danny's muscular chest. Her ass started to sting from its delicious abuse, so when he suggested a change of scenery, Daisy was all too happy to do so - especially not having to be the one actually exerting themselves for it. She held on to his strong shoulders and swooned as she was scooped up and off the bed. As a reward for such chivalry, Daisy leaned up and sucked a little hickey against Danny's neck all the way to the grand bathroom his suite came equipped with.

DANNY: Her promise that he could make her like things she was unsure about made his caveman side swell happily. Danny wanted a submissive he could mold to be just his own - to love and enjoy all the depraved shit he wanted to have happen in his ideal claim. But that could be something to talk about down the line, if this continued to work out. He chuckled, groaning happily when her mouth got busy on the side of his neck. "Marking me up too, princess?" he asked teasingly, setting her gently on the bathroom counter so he could get the bath filling. Once the water was warm and tumbling into the tub, Danny crossed back to her, urging her thighs apart, clearly drinking in the sight of her swollen, red core. "Is there any part of you that isn't fucking perfect, baby girl?" he asked, lightly drawing his fingers over her puffy lips.

DAISY: "Maybe..." Daisy responded with an air of adorable faux innocence. "I hope you don't mind. You've left evidence of our time together all over me...I was just hoping to return the favor." As she was deposited gingerly on the marbled countertop she leaned back to examine her work - sure enough, a flushed little red splotch was proof of the hickey to come. Satisfied, Daisy folded her arms pointedly under her tits, propping them up to give Danny a rewarding view before he started getting their bath ready. Watching him work was enticing in itself, his body looked even better in the bright, fluorescent lighting of the bathroom, and the sight of the scratch marks she'd left behind on his back thrilled her to no end. When he turned back for her, Daisy preened forward on the counter, happily spreading her legs at his insistence. "Mmm... I don't think it'd be ladylike for me to say no, but I'm very happy if that's the opinion you've formed." She kissed his finger before giving it a sweet little kitten-lick while she reached for his other hand and drew him to her sex, letting him feel how wet she already was, all over again. "And it means a lot coming from anatomical perfection personified." She added eloquently, smirking as she leaned in to ghost her lips tenderly against Danny's.

DANNY: Danny couldn't help but grin at Daisy's sweet little comment. He enjoyed the play of innocence, but he didn't believe it for a second. She was indulging in possessive behavior just like he was - but hell if he was mad about it. He liked it. She looked so delicious on his counter, naked with her tits pushed up, his mark adorning the gorgeous curve of flesh. Smirking, he slid his hand back into her hair, letting his other hand go where she directed, one thick finger slipping between her already damp folds again. "Mm perfection, huh? Someone's looking to get my dick in this cunt again before too long, I think," he teased, easing his finger back inside of her slick heat, brushing teasing kisses to her lips.

DAISY: Daisy opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was a pathetic little gasp when that thick, talented digit occupied the heat of her sex again - which let her know just how empty she really felt without him. "You really have q-quite the praise kink, don't you, Daddy? If talking you up is what it takes to get you inside me, I'm happy to oblige...after all, complimenting a God like you is hardly difficult when there's so much to work with." Daisy's voice was hitched and feather light. She kissed him back with urgency, whining at the way he held back from claiming her mouth completely like she obviously wanted him to. Draping her arms across his shoulders, Daisy toyed with the back of his cropped, red hair, urging him in closer to kiss her in that all-consuming way she'd become addicted to all over the course of one, unforgettable afternoon.

DANNY: Her gasp made him chuckle in a low, dangerous way. Danny moved his wrist slowly, crooking his finger to make sure to touch every single spot inside of her to make her shiver in his arms. "Can't help it, baby, I love hearing pretty little things swoon over me," he whispered to her roughly. His mouth curved in a smirk when she clutched at his head, clearly aching to be kissed properly - but he didn't oblige her, just sipping kisses from her parted lips, nipping lightly at the soft skin. "We can't get too distracted and flood the bathroom," Danny teased, pressing a kiss to her nose before backing away a half step, easing his finger from her so he could turn off the water and sink into the tub himself. "Come here, princess," he ordered gently, patting his lap to make it obvious where she belonged.

DAISY: Daisy groped for the man's shoulder for all the support she needed as she started to unravel on his touch, the way his finger crooked inside her, claiming her for himself in the process - she was a goner, and happily so. "As accustomed a-as, you are to the responses I'm giving you...I'll have to work overtime to stand out amongst you're unofficial harem." That deep, husky tone in his voice had her reeling, her lips parted in desire as she tried to draw a deep kiss from him - but to no avail. She pouted slightly, but her expression softened jovially at his reasoning for keeping his distance for that very moment. She watched with wavering, worshipful eyes as that sculpted, tanned body sunk beneath the steamy water. "You really are like one of those models on the cover of romance novels." She admitted, calling back to the first conversation they actually had online when he arrived. "It's pathetic just how excited the mere sight of you makes me, Daddy." At his order - as if it was needed - Daisy hopped down from the counter and gingerly settled in front of him, melting in the warm water and laying back against his chest contently. "Oh...this feels wonderful, Sir. Thank you..."

DANNY: "Mm, I don't think you'll have to work as hard as you think you will, but far be it from me to restrain your efforts," Danny rumbled back to her. Teasing her was just delicious, and he had a feeling it would be even better the more he got to know all her little quirks. He chuckled, striking a pose in the tub with one arm behind his head, his bicep pulsed to show off the thick muscles. "You still owe me a fantasy or two in my DMs," he reminded Daisy as she crossed over to join him. "Nah, I don't think it's pathetic," he assured her, wrapping his arms around her slim body to hug her to his chest. "Mm, feels good to have you here, princess." Danny kissed her shoulder, one hand coming up to gently cup one breast under the warm water.

DAISY: Daisy's mind went blank for a moment, and if she wasn't as naturally put together as she was, she could have sworn she was drooling watching Danny's bicep intentionally bulge like that - it was practically the size of his head and made her thighs shake with need. "I'll absolutely send you a few, Daddy...but right now... the reality is so much better than any fantasy my books could conjure up." Settling into the tub, she leaned forward, her heavy, full tits dipping under the water as she pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss against the peak of his bicep before swiveling around to settle against his chest properly. "Mmm." Daisy smiled sweetly, running her nails against the man's thick forearm holding her flush to his solid frame. "I think we should make this a post-scene tradition, personally." She agreed, gasping involuntarily when that strong hand cupped her breast, her own hand falling over it to press his touch up into her tit, encouraging his every move the second he made one.

DANNY: Danny couldn't help but flex his bicep under her mouth, the sucking kiss playing right into his body worship kink. How would that mouth feel over his body in the morning, waking him up with hungry kisses? That was something he was absolutely going to find out. He grinned, gently squeezing at her full breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple. "I could be down with that idea. I personally think I'm on board with most ideas that involve you being naked and wet," he said with a soft laugh. His free hand rubbed over her flat stomach, keeping her petite form pressed fully into his own.

DAISY: Daisy moaned shamelessly at the way his bicep bulged impressively under her lips. She adored how responsive he was to her affections, playing up to her obvious, blatant kink for muscles naturally by just existing - but when he actually, intentionally showed off, it was enough to bring any self-respecting muscle-slut to their knees. "God, I could make out with your arms for hours and you'd have to pry me off, stud..." Daisy confessed in her lusty haze. Was that something she'd admit out loud in a clear state of mind? Absolutely not - but Danny Andrews made it impossible to think clearly, especially naked in a porcelain tub. "Likewise, Daddy." Daisy hastily agreed, her body arching into his insistent fondling. "You're so powerful... The way you can just immobilize me without any effort at all is nothing short of mind-blowing..." As she rained raise down on him, she reached under the water and gripped at his thick, hardened member, stroking it against the small of her back to provide him the relief she just knew he needed.

DANNY: He laughed, not unkindly, at her blatant hunger for his muscled arms. It was a pleasant surprise, to hear that tumbling from her lips. "Well now I know what kind of reward to give you if you earn a big one, princess," he teased, nuzzling a kiss into the crook of her neck. Affection came just as easily to him as manhandling in the right circumstance. Though Danny had meant for the bath to be relaxing, it proved to be anything but as she arched and wiggled in his arms, his length beginning to swell against her back. "Mm... you're just so tiny, baby girl, it's so easy to throw you around," he growled against the soft curve of her neck. "It's amazing you fit on my dick with how small you are but fuck, you took me like you were made for it."

DAISY: She bit her plush bottom lip at the notion that she'd have to work for the chance properly tongue-bath the muscled swells of those arms - it was pleasantly frustrating, but hardly a task she wasn't up for. One last lingering glance at those bulging peaks let her know that she'd go to the ends of the earth just to try and sate the hunger she had for a man like Danny Andrews. "Who isn't tiny compared to you, Daddy?" Daisy countered in a sweet, albeit teasing tone, barring her neck for him to kiss and suck at if he chose to mark her up similarly to the way she did, him. "A big, hulking man like you... I bet you could lift me with one hand and not even break a sweat." She whimpered at his observation - the contrast of their respective size hitting checking off more than one kink of hers. "I swear I could practically feel you in my stomach when you were fully inside me... God, I'd do anything to feel that full again...and I'm afraid you might be the only one at this school who fits the bill." She mused wickedly, smirking over her shoulder at his handsomely chiseled face. "Which is a miserable situation for me, since there's only one of you...but somehow I think you'll fare just fine being the only man who can really fulfill me."

DANNY: "Oh I don't know, I seem to recall several other hunky Dominants around campus who come close to my size," he murmured into her skin. One wide hand remained on those perfect tits of hers, kneading the supple curves and teasing her nipples under the warm water, while his other slid down her stomach to start rubbing slow circles on her clit. "But you're right. I could lift you with one arm and throw you over my shoulder, and you'd be powerless to get away." Danny chuckled at that, leaning in to press a firm kiss to her full lips. "Sounds like you'll need your fix more often than not, princess. Not my fault the other Doms around here are total idiots," he teased, pressing his finger into her again, urging her to rut into his touch. "I will indeed. Don't worry on it too much though, beautiful. I know you'll probably play around with some of the other guys around here, but none of them will fill you up like I can. And I doubt many of the subs on campus will look as perfect on my cock as you do," he purred, arching his hips up to rub his definitely fully hard cock against her back.

DAISY: Daisy shook her head, disagreeing at once. “This campus isn’t short on hunks, I’ll admit - but it takes a certain attitude to sell the look you present, and that’s where you really differ, Daddy- don’t be fooled, you’re one of a kind, without a doubt.” She squealed and and delighted at the mental image his assertion played through her mind. To be lifted up and tossed over such an stud’s shoulder like nothing, only to be whisked off and ravished? She never believed the dirty fantasies of her adolescence could come even close to reality, but she very well might’ve stumbled upon the one man who could make them so. “As if getting away would even cross my mind.” She retorted sweetly, kissing him back with equal vigor. She gasped when he filled her up with those digits once more, making her pale, albeit flushed form squirm with desire in his strong hold. “It certainly is. Thank God you’re here to pick up their slack.” She kept it to herself, but the motion that she - out of all the submissive’s he’d surely entertain - would remain his favorite y well with her. I’m fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be satisfied if that wasn’t the case. She was rendered speechless again thanks to the prodding of his cock at the small of her back. “Oh, Sir… I feel better. Much, much better. Will you take me now? Please?” She looked over her shoulder at his lusty expression and whimpered. “Perhaps a touch gentler…if for no other reason than to experience the broad range of your talents. Something tells me you’re as good a lover as you are a rough fuck.” She squeezed out the expletive at the end, cutely unaccustomed yo cursing like that - but there really was not other expression to get her point across.

DANNY: He smirked. There was nothing like hearing someone say he was one of a kind, and yes, she was naked in his lap right now, but Danny had a feeling it was still the absolute truth. Her squeal had him chuckling and tugging her closer with a playful growl. He would definitely have to work on fulfilling her little fantasies like that, and it wasn't any hardship for him to scoop her up and whisk her away to his metaphorical tower. Danny hummed against her mouth, fingering her slow but deep. The fact that she was still available for something like this was a crime. But, the other guys on campus being complete dumbasses was his gain. "Mm, is that right? You think you're ready to take my cock again, baby girl?" he asked, kissing her shoulder. "Damn right. I can do gentle. We do need to dry off first though before we get back in my bed, the other one isn't made up yet." Slipping his fingers from her, he nipped her shoulder. "Up you get, little princess."

DAISY: She giggled sweetly and melted back against him, splashing a little bit in her eagerness to feel every inch of his body against her own that she could. She twisted around in his hold, sitting sideways in his lap now so that she could look at him more fully, as well as bare her body and all its regions to his touch. She nodded, insisting that she was ready. More than ready. "Mentally, absolutely. Physically...well, that's where my request for something a little gentler comes into play. I'm still not confident in my ability to stand up on my own." She confessed with another, musical giggle against his neck, her hand moving from his cock, up his abs to splay across his chest. She glanced down, enjoying the contrast of her pinkish-alabaster skin set against the tan, taut canvas of his sculpted chest. She gasped for air when his fingers left her core, leaving her empty and wanting. "That sounds reasonable enough." She agreed, rising a little shakily from the bath, water cascading down her body as she stood. She smiled knowingly down at Danny, confident that he had to be a little speechless at the vision she made. Stepping out of the bath, she reached for a pair of fluffy green towels on the bathroom counter. With his eyes set on her, Daisy began to sensually mop up the water from her body, pointedly leaving her cunt alone as there really was no helping the wetness there. Finished, she reached for another set of towels and stood back a little to accommodate him. "May I do the honors of drying you off, Sir?"

DANNY: He nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Don't worry, princess. I'll take care of you right," he promised in a low rumble. That he would always promise, for any sub in his care, but especially this redheaded beauty he'd stumbled upon. Danny wished he could leave some part of him inside her, but it wasn't physically possible, so he settled himself with watching her climb from the tub and dry herself off, licking his lips at the sight of her. She was all peaches and cream, shimmering with the warm water on her skin as she mopped up the damp with his fluffy green towels. Her flushed breasts practically demanded attention, not to mention the tempting core between her thighs, begging for his mouth or his cock. Smirking, he pulled the drain for the tub before stepping out, water dripping from his chiseled legs, his cock proud and firm against his belly. "You may, baby girl," he granted, bringing his hands up to the back of his head to give her room to dry him off - and to make his biceps bulge once more.

DAISY: It was difficult not to just melt under Danny's gaze. Having his eyes on her as she sensually mopped up the beads of water scattered across her gleaming, flushed skin was the best sort of torture. Once she was dry, she offered her services to Danny, knowing he'd be happy to let her work her magic. As he stood, pink-tinted Daisy's cheeks and her lips parted in awe. She genuinely didn't think it was possible to get used to the way this man looked - and dripping wet, his cock hard and at full attention against the backdrop of a chiseled six-pack? It was like one of her wettest dreams come to life. "Thank you, Daddy." She responded quickly, stepping forward with a dry towel in hand. She decided to start from the top and work her way down. Those biceps bulged with obvious intention and Daisy had to brace herself against Danny's chest when a wave of arousal washed over her at the mere sight of them. Standing up on her tip-toes, she started by pressing a simple, chaste kiss to the peak of his left bicep, sighing gratefully against his skin before she brought the towel over and began to slowly traverse it across each arm, dipping lower to his broad chest and around to his back. His back. Oh, Daisy could happily spend hours tracing the lines of definition with her tongue. In fact, she stopped and got lost in the rippled map his back formed for a few moments. "You're a work of art, Daddy. Truly. You have so much to be proud of." Reluctantly, Daisy dried off his sculpted back, dipping to his lower back and then walking around to work over the chiseled length of his abs. Next, she descended to the floor and dried at his feet, calves, and thick, muscled quads, pointedly leaving his cock untouched until the very end. Once he was as dry as she could get him, Daisy set the towel aside and braced two delicate hands on either thigh as she leaned up and pressed another kiss to the underside of his erect member, batting her eyes up at him as she did so.

DANNY: He felt like he couldn't stop smirking as he took in Daisy's worshipful gaze once he got out of the tub. She was a damned vision herself, but how she looked when she was drinking in the sight of him? Danny swore he felt his cock get harder just from the look on her face. His instinct was to reach to steady her when she swooned, but he resisted, keeping his hands behind his head to let her lavish attention on his hefty biceps. Once she moved onto his back, he let his arms relax, rewarded with her sweet sigh for the shift of his muscles. "Thank you, princess," he hummed in response to her praise, smirk getting wider. He slid his fingers through her hair when she got to her knees, drying off his legs and feet. That sight would never get old, he thought, watching her kiss his cock like it was the most incredible thing she'd ever experienced. "Use your tongue to get the water off my cock, baby girl," he growled, fingers gently rubbing the back of her head. "My balls too," Danny told her, spreading his legs a bit so she could get to the heavy sac hanging between his thighs.

DAISY: Daisy hummed approvingly and leaned up, her tongue falling from parted lips to caress every inch of Danny's length. Bracing herself on his thighs for support, she preened upward and ran her tongue thoroughly over the tip, swiping through the slit at the end and then lavishing over the ridges of his mushroomed head until she was caressing the rod back down to the base at Danny's solid frame. Satisfied that his cock had been properly 'dried' Daisy refocused her efforts further south to his balls, which hung low between concrete-hard quads. Squeezing worshipfully at his thighs, Daisy ducked and lapped at his sensitive, heavy sac, virtually letting him tea-bag her for a few moments until he was properly serviced in that regard. Retracting, flushed and a little light-headed, Daisy grinned up at him with pride. "I think you're dry, Daddy...but of course, if you simply want me to run my tongue over every inch of your body again to be sure, I'm more than happy to oblige."

DANNY: A low groan rumbled in his throat as Daisy went to work. He slid his fingers through her hair, looking from the delicious sight of her on her knees to the reflection they made in the mirror. God, they made a sexy ass pair if he said so himself. Danny bit his lip, eyes sliding shut when those lips and tongue went to his balls. His fingers tightened in bright locks, and he was definitely breathing a little harder by the time she leaned back, her sweet voice chirping happily up to him. "Mm, maybe later, princess." He leaned down, scooping her easily into his arms, his hands under her thighs and long legs around his waist. "Right now, I need to be inside that pretty cunt of yours so I can make you forget your own name," Danny rumbled, carrying her to his bed. In a flash, he had her sprawled over his chest, his cock pressing and sliding against her pussy but not inside of her just yet as he claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss. "You sure you can take me again, baby girl?"

DAISY: “I’ll remind you of that, Dadd—Aah!” She squealed as Danny swiftly and effortlessly bent down and scooped her right off her knees and up into his powerful arms. Thrilled to be manhandled so damn easily, Daisy swooned and draped her arms across his shoulders, locking her ankles around his tapered waist. She gasped at the clarification he gave for what he did want. “That…yes, yes, please. Fuck me out of my mind, Daddy.” She nodded through her words, panting already at the thought alone of what would soon follow. She whimpered in a hitched, pathetic tone as they moved from the bathroom back to Danny’s bedroom and before she knew it, she was sitting atop his beautifully sculpted chest, her red tresses swung over one side of her neck, still slightly damp from the bath. Canting backward, it situated the rigid firmness of Danny’s thick cock right through her soaked, needy folds. She bent forward at his insistence and kissed him right back, bending to his every whim and happily so. The kiss was deep, passionate, and drawn out - and through it all, she felt completely Dominated and owned. This really was how she’d always imagined submission to feel and at this point, anything less would never satisfy her. That was a terrifying concept, of course - to be practically ruined for all other men unless they could match up to Danny’s caliber, but at that moment, kissing him, Daisy couldn’t find it in herself to worry. “Oh God, yes… I…I’m exhausted, but I need you, Daddy. I feel so empty without your big, alpha-cock filling up my little pussy, please.” She whimpered against his lips, her hands braced and groping simultaneously at Danny’s pecs as they continued to make out. "Take me... Make me yours."

DANNY: Danny couldn’t get enough of how she was panting for him, like a horny little bitch in heat. She felt almost weightless in his arms, over his chest, her skin petal soft and scorching hot against his own. He craved the almost mindless look in her eyes nearly as much as the wet, hot slide of her cunt across his cock. His wide hands cupped her thighs, keeping her legs spread apart as they kissed hungrily. Danny owned her mouth, tongue diving deep in between her swollen lips. Daisy was absolutely his in this moment, every part of her body open for him to use and control. His chest arched up into her touch, fingers flexing on her thighs, like he was trying to leave marks on her pale skin. “Yeah, baby? Need my big dick in your pretty little hole?” Gripping her hips, Danny pushed her onto her side, spooning up against her back. One hand pushed her thigh up, opening her up for him to slide easily into her crushing, perfect heat. “Fuck,” he groaned, the word drawn out, his face buried in her bright hair. “That what you needed, little princess? Daddy filling this perfect cunt of yours,” he purred, rocking his hips in tiny thrusts, just enough to provide the most maddening friction.

DAISY: Clutching at Danny’s strong chest even tighter when he lifted off the mattress and arched beautifully up into her, matching her need tit-for-tat in every respect, Daisy couldn’t form a coherent sentence by the time the heated flurry of kissing subsided. All she could do was nod pathetically, needing every last thing he offered. She squealed as she was swept over and onto her side, Danny quickly following to press up behind her. She was putty in his hand, her body molded to whatever he needed. Fisting the sheets, Daisy sobbed out in pleasure as Danny filled her up completely once more. “Oooh, yes… Daddy… Daddy, take me with that big cock. Oh, God… I’m yours. All…yours.” She reached behind her, securing her dainty hand in his short, cropped red hair to draw him into a fierce, passionate kiss over her shoulder as he fucked into her at an increasingly punishing pace. Her moans and squeals were swallowed up by his domineering mouth and tongue, and she loved every single second of it. If this was a dream - it was of the wettest variety, and she never, ever wanted to wake up.

DANNY: He groaned raggedly into her mouth, one arm under her neck and over her shoulder to grope her deliciously bouncing tits. The other rested against her stomach, keeping her body pressed back into his so he could push as deep as possible inside of her with every single thrust. It was almost a maddening need to possess her, to own this gorgeous vixen in his arms so no one else could even come close to him in her mind. As much as he loved her pleading and needy declarations, Danny wondered if he would ever be able to fuck her completely speechless, her pouty lips unable to do anything but moan and whimper with how mindless her pleasure made her. Another time. Right now, he just wanted her to shudder and sob in his arms, her petite frame wracked with shivers all because of him. The hand on her stomach slid down, one finger rubbing light circles over her swollen clit, a stark contrast to the rough thrusts of his cock deep inside of her. "Fuck, you feel incredible, little princess," he rasped against her lips. "So tight and perfect for me, my good girl..."

DAISY: Daisy thrilled at the way Danny so easily bodily possessed her, pinning her pliant little body to the strong, musculature of his own, rock-solid physique. She melted back against him, her body answering his every touch with visceral responses. It wasn't long before all capacity for speech was practically lost, leaving her moaning and shaking in Danny' strong grasp. Her body spasmed when he brought his roguish attention to her clit, drawing her higher and higher until she was dangling off the edge of another orgasm. "Oh... Daddy...S-Sir, I'm going to....cum... Cum with me, please! Breed my little c-cunt!" Her sobs of pleasure were hitched and muffled against his own, panting mouth as she grappled for whatever sliver of control she had left, desperate to climax with him so that when their pleasure mounted and receded into mutual, blissful exhaustion together; like a wave receding from the shore.

DANNY: Danny had been hoping to last longer, his body already having the edge taken off but god, she defied his control like no one had before. Her wordless whimpers only drove him to take her harder, his hips slapping loudly against her already abused ass. A primal sort of growl rumbled in his chest as she begged for him to breed her, hands clutching tighter to the woman in his arms almost out of instinct. "I'm there, baby, fucking cum for me, scream for me," he breathed. His orgasm hit like a punch to the chest, his mouth moving from hers so he could bury his face against her soft, damp hair, surrounding every sense with Daisy. His cock pulsed inside of her, pumping his load inside of her tight heat, to the point where he felt it start to drip down onto his balls from how much he came. Danny fought to catch his breath, plastered against her back warmly, refusing to loosen his hold on her even the slightest.

DAISY: The deep-throated growl that vibrated against the shell of her cream-colored earlobe was what really sent her over the edge, so it was a good thing he gave her the permission she sought in the same breath. He was every bit the alpha man she had grown up reading about in her erotic novels and it thrilled her to no end. Often times she'd worried about whether or not anyone would be able to satisfy her properly, given the standards fiction had built up in her head. Danny Andrews was a sex God among men and cast those worries aside as easily as he could rip her clothes clean off her body. She opened her mouth and let out a drawn-out, hitched combination between a moan and a helpless, thrilled scream as pleasure slammed through her body, causing her to writhe quite uselessly against his strong chest. Just when she thought her orgasm was fading, his hips would pummel forward and send a renewed wave of pleasure coursing through her. Finally, she was spent and happily overflowing with his seed which tricked down the inside of her supple thighs. His shallow panting soothed her, and so did the protective, powerful grip he maintained on her frame. Searching for the words to thank him, she came up empty and instead, opted to turn slightly in his arms and kiss him, letting passion convey what words simply couldn't.

DANNY: Once he felt he might be able to breathe somewhat, Danny's arms loosened slightly, allowing Daisy to turn just enough to kiss him, but not enough for his still rigid cock to slip from her perfect hole. He returned her kiss slowly, drinking every last dredge of her afterglow in like a man dying of thirst with a glass of water. His hands gently roamed her body, from the delicate collarbone, over her incredible breasts and down her flat belly until he could feel where they were still joined. Scooping up some of the mess from her thighs, Danny brought his fingers to her lips, urging her to lick their combined release from his skin. "I think your cunt should always be dripping with me like this," he whispered, kissing her cheek before resting his head against her shoulder with a satisfied sigh. "You feel good, princess?"

DAISY: Daisy was so, beautifully exhausted from the day they'd had together, and what was more, she couldn't remember ever feeling so satisfied, happy, and secure right there cuddled against Danny's impossibly broad chest. She sleepily slurped their combined arousal from his offered digit and smiled over her pale shoulder at his handsome face. "You have the power to make that a reality, Sir...and I think it goes without saying at this point that I wouldn't object to such an existence. If today has shown me anything, it's that I was made to be used by a man like you...assuming any other man is akin to you at all, which honestly, I find...very, very unlikely." She hummed approvingly as she gently rolled over in his arms so they were facing each other. "Never better, stud. I'm very tired, though. You'll let me stay here, right? I didn't exactly plan for this so I don't have fresh clothes to wear back to my dorm tomorrow morning...but I think one of your shirts should suffice." She winked at him, pecking at his lips endearingly.

DANNY: "I'll be sure to do that as often as possible," he assured her, sighing softly as he slid from her body. But he still cuddled her close to his chest, pressing soft kisses to her forehead and one on her nose. "I don't think you will find anyone close to me, baby, but you can certainly try." Danny rumbled playfully, tugging her even closer. "As if I would let you out of my sight right now. And you can borrow whatever you need to get back to your room. I'll even be a gentleman and walk you to your door," he assured her, one hand stroking down her back.

DAISY: “I’m not particularly interested in wasting my time like that, especially when someone with the means to fulfill me this thoroughly is right here and willing.” She confessed, blushing hotly. Cuddling against his chest, she smirked against the hard, tan skin. “I think you could amp the gentlemanly ante even more by carrying me back to my place…assuming your strength returns by morning, or course.” She teased cutely, kissing all over his chest in slow, sensual movements as her blissful weariness weighed her eyelids more and more by the second.

DANNY: Danny chuckled, kissing the top of her head and running his fingers through her hair slowly. She felt like she fit there, perfectly molded to his body, her pale skin the sweetest contrast to his tan complexion. The soft kisses to his chest made him smile. "I think I can make that happen. Now close those pretty eyes and get some rest, princess. Dream about me," he teased in a soft, low growl.

DAISY: Daisy smiled softly, nuzzling against his chest as sleep began to overtake her. "Yes, Sir... And you, of me." She left it at that, but truthfully, she knew that the notion of getting Danny out of her head, especially in her sweetest, wettest dreams was an impossibility. Daisy's last conscious thought was that maybe she'd been dreaming of Danny all along - only now, she had a name and a clear face to the fantasy.

#February #2023 #para #para: danny andrews #danny andrews #the cherry on top #25th #February 25th 2023

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carmasi · 11 months

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Mercenary for hired chapter 15 - realization - part 1

I AM QUITE ACTIVE TODAY AREN’T I?

The black hair man woke in the guest room that was prepared for thim, the scent he slept with the night before no longer linger around him and he thought maybe his senses were back in check. He didn’t dream of the woman that night, but something was still bothering him. The crimson eyes of the creatures that attacked him the night before. His master’s wife had explained the incubus was their daughter’s familiar, and the thing was fairly protective of her. She explained he must've felt her distress when she became scared and came to find her, and given he slept in her room the incubus thought the worst of him.

“Her scent”

The incubus had mentioned that much, mentioned that he was covered in her scent. Though Killian couldn’t see it, the only scent he even remember being entangle with was that of the warlock he’d laid with, the scent of fresh Honey and a field of hydrangeas. He sighs covering his face with his palms. The room he was in now, was smaller, and practically empty, a guest room indeed.

“Morning!~” Lily greeted as she saw him step down the stairs, and walk almost immediately to the side door that leads to the back. “Allen’s not in today's sweet boy” Killian still grabbed the sword he’d been given, the one he always carried. He had every intention to continue the course his master had laid out for him the day before, though as his hand reach the doorknob lily stopped him

“Allen took down the course child, you’ll be training in the Prontera training grounds dear, He’s fairly protective of Honey bee, so he doesn’t want you scaring her again”

Killian eyes meet the floor, right. It was his fault their daughter was in distress after all, it had always been his fault. “I should apologize” he mumbled loud enough for Lily to hear, though she let out a soft chuckle at his words.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself sweet boy, beside, I doubt you’ll be able to get a single word in when you see her” Lily chuckle she knew about the mercenary’s stutter and bad luck when it came to speaking with women, and if that was the case, he’d be rendered useless after seen her child, she would leave men speechless on the daily, imagine what she’d do to someone like him, who couldn’t speak with normal women regularly.

“I’ve gotten better at speaking with women, Mrs Keeper, I am speaking with you, am I not?” Lily chuckled at his response, he felt almost offended.

“Right dear sorry, Let's say Honey bee, it’s breathtaking and for someone who just recently got better, we’d rather not have you go back to old habits” Killian crossed his arms above his chest and sigh, his hair covering his silver eyes.

“I’m the one who scared her, remember?” he raised one single brow and Lily held in her laugh. He was offended.

“Sure, dear” she mused before she walk his way, smoothing out her sorcerer robes as she walked “Well, take it as if today is an off day, I have some dealing to attend to, and I rather not have to worry about you scaring my daughter again dear” his gaze lowered at the comment, and he was meet with a gentle pat on the head “You’re a good man Killian, But Kyrius been through a lot so I rather she had enough time to rest, and I doubt she could with all your rustling in the back”

His neck almost snapped, by how fast his head looked up at the woman in front of her. Kyrius? He looked up at the stairs before he looked back at the woman, how many people were called that in Rune Midgard? Suddenly the idea of sleeping in a room that smelled like fresh honey and hydrangeas didn’t feel like his senses playing a trick on him. He bit his lower lip and his cheek all but went red. Lily chuckle at his reaction

“If I didn't know better I’d say, you’re embarrassed, child learn to take a compliment, you are a good man, brawny and all, you could use a hair cut though” Lily teased taking a strand of his bangs that covered his face “These overgrown bangs cover up you best features dear~”.

He gulped “I’ll take that day off then” his head was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, what were the odd that his Kyrius was the same? He shook his head, there was no way, too much of a coincidence, and if so, destiny was cruel. How different things may have been had he met her before, had he only seen her smile that day, had she spoken to him. He needed to get out of that house, whether it was the same person or not, he rather not crossed paths with her “not yet”.

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Day 89,

Morning thought: What other unwritten stories do the villagers have besides “The Girl From The Forest”? Not that that’s the official title. I don’t think there is one. It’s just what I thought to call it at the moment.

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I’m making some progress with Priscilla’s writings about the floating islands. Interestingly, she came to the same conclusion that I was starting to suspect myself; that they’re artificial in some way. Or at least their current routes are. Too close to geometrically precise in their route shapes. Too regular in their speeds and timings. Barely affected by wind and weather, only enough to throw weeks or even months-long patterns off by a few minutes or, in rarer cases, hours. The fact that they pivot to meet docks that they stop at. That last one’s the most compelling argument in my opinion. Sure, people could have built Siren Overlook and its siblings to better reach the points the island naturally crosses, but the fact that the island actually turns to always face the same side to the docks and actually comes to a stop reeks of intentional design.

Even more interestingly, over decades of observations she observed that the circuits the islands were making were getting ever-so-slightly slower over time and, she theorized but had trouble confirming, more irregular in the shapes of their pathing. By her calculations, for the floating island she was living on the average time to complete a circuit was taking about a minute or two long each year. Doesn’t seem like a lot, but over time it would add up. Conversely for the islands that stop at docking points (and it seems not all of them come to a total stop like the one we rode did), the amount of time they linger is getting shorter over time, with the one she lived on losing around a second per year.

It looks like one of the islands she did more in depth digging trying to figure out what keeps them up and how their routes are dictated, but I’m having trouble actually finding what the results of that were. Mostly just oblique passing references to the incident and mentions of a set of field notes and research log from it that I haven’t been able to locate. Did I miss something at the house or did she take them with her to wherever she disappeared to? Seems like the sort of thing that should have been important enough to keep in that steel case (or steel-like anyway, identifying metals isn’t really my thing).

A few other points that stuck out:

- There’s one other floating island that passes over the Village’s main island. Its easiest point to board is near the north end of the island. That one’s route looks to take it significantly further north, well past Cloud Tower.

- While all of the floating islands have routes that intersect with at least one other’s, due to offsets in timing and differences in circuit length, the only two that actually pass close by one another with any regularity are the one that docks at Siren Overlook and the one that spirals around Cloud Tower.

- With the exception of the one spiraling around Cloud tower, all of the islands that Priscilla observed have at least two regular islands that they can be relatively easily boarded from. And sometimes points that are technically possible, but would involve dangerous and risky climbing and jumping.

- I’ve not yet seen any mention of the edge of the world or the decayed city in Priscilla’s documents. Was she not aware of them? Do none of the floating island routes go out that far? Or did she just not find it relevant to the topic of her research? Or maybe it’s just in a part I haven’t read yet.

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Something was bugging me about Priscilla’s notes so I went back and did some math. Between her estimates of route and docking time decay rates, what they were in her day, and my own rough estimates of durations I’ve observed, then it must have been at least sixty years between her writings and now, probably closer to eighty. And that’s taking into account the possibility that the decay rate’s gotten more severe over time.So that begs the question: How old is Pat?

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rin-itoshi · 3 years

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mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

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duskholland · 3 years

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Ritual || Boxer!Tom Smut

boxer!tom x reader — smut.

summary ↠ with the championship fight less than two weeks away, tom adopts a series of frustrating pre-match rituals.... based off the request ↠ ‘boxer!tom refuses to have sex for two weeks before a big match then he wins a belt and becomes the top boxer and his s/o patches him up like she does after every match, but it quickly turns into really intense victory sex with dom!tom’ I changed a couple bits but this is pretty much the same :)) warnings ↠ this gets very, very smutty. for that reason, 18+ pls !! extended nsfw warnings are beneath the cut but this spirals into v intense smut. so just. watch out pls. word count ↠ 8k a/n ↠ I almost died when I wrote this. truly. I felt a piece of my soul leave my body. sheeeesh. anyway uh... this was a lot of fun to write! I found out so many fun facts about sports psychology whilst researching this, so thanks boxer!tom for enlightening me on the fun world of pre-match-rituals. enjoy!

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extended nsfw warnings: fem masturbation, oral (fem and male receiving), mentions of vibrating egg, edging and denial, dirty talk, reader definitely has a pain kink (...): biting, spanking + hair pulling, face-fucking, dom!tom, rough sex™️, shower shenanigans, doggy-style, unprotected sex — please wrap before you tap if you do this irl thank you very very much !!

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Thump. Smack. Thump.

Tom’s fists rain down over the punching bag, and there’s a metallic clicking sound as the object goes spinning in the air. You watch as he pirouettes around the bag, dodging its movements between swings, getting in hit after hit after hit. He slowly works his way around the object, his face screwed into an expression of empowered determination as he alternates which bright red glove he uses to pound against the fabric.

You sigh, loudly, the sound dying in the near-empty gym. There’s just something about Tom in the days preceding a fight that makes you squirm.

He’s different. Still the man you know and love so effortlessly, but heightened in the most attractive ways. His senses pull sharper, his jaw carrying a firm line to it, his eyes like roaring fires. As Tom pounds his fists against the bag, his sweaty brown curls stick to the top of his forehead, contrasting the bright pink tones staining his cheeks. You watch the muscles in his arms tense and flex, pale skin on display due to the tight black vest that clings tightly to his torso. You know if he turned around properly, you’d be able to make out the sunken lines of his abs, packed rigidly with muscle.

You bite your lower lip, stifling a moan. You find Tom attractive enough under normal conditions, let alone when he’s like this: eyes glowing with determination, body burning with passion as he takes swing after swing at the punching bag like he’s got a personal vendetta against it.

“Having fun?”

You startle, clutching at your chest as you turn around to look at Harrison Osterfield, Tom’s sports psychologist. A frown instantly springs out across your mouth, and you reach up to begrudgingly take the bottle of water he offers you.

“I hate you,” you grunt. You sit up a little straighter before leaning back against the wall. You’re waiting for Tom to finish his workout, sitting on one of the benches in the gym. You’d started out the session sparring together, but you’d called quits after twenty minutes against him. Unlike Tom, you don’t have the biggest fight of your career in two weeks—and, honestly, you enjoy watching him like this more than you enjoy trying to keep up with him in the ring.

Harrison frowns as he drops to sit beside you, nudging your shoulder.

“I’m wounded, love,” he says, smirking at you. “What have I done this time?”

You roll your eyes. “You know exactly what you’ve done, Haz.”

Harrison raises an eyebrow, tutting. “You know this is for the best, Y/N.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Fuck the best.”

When Harrison had joined Tom’s team at the start of the season, he’d come boasting all the new sciences of a young university graduate. He’d suggested Tom adopt a series of rituals to help him focus before a big match—small things, initially, like taking cold showers and limiting the time he spends on his phone. Yet, as the competition has progressed and Tom has risen further and further up the ranks, the rituals have grown more intense, more focused. It’s reached the point that now, two weeks before the big match, Tom has reached his final form. As instructed, he visits the sauna every other day, receives daily massages from the most esteemed sports therapists in Europe, drinks multiple cups of pure, fresh herbal tea a day. There are no distractions—his phone is permanently on silent, he’s cut out naps, he’s eliminated music. No distractions, no impurities, no sex.

No sex, because according to Harrison, nothing gets adrenaline rushing and frustration festering like an extended period of denial. No sex, which is a problem, for you, because Tom has never looked as fit as he does now, launching himself at the punching bag, sweat dripping down his forehead. His biceps flex and bulge and you have to cross your legs as you tighten your grip on the water bottle.

“He’ll win,” Harrison mutters, lowly. You glance towards him, taking in the sight of the older man with his face doused in the harsh fluorescent lights of the gym. “He’s good. Got the best form I’ve ever seen.” He lowers his voice, glancing at you shrewdly. “Don’t distract him, alright? He’s on fire.”

You grumble something incoherent beneath your breath before sighing and sitting up straighter.

“It’s fucked that you get to decide when I get laid, Haz. You know that, right?”

He raises an eyebrow, cheeks blushing a light pink. “Uh, well, I didn’t actually know that he’d go through with that part of it,” Harrison admits. “But if it works, don’t knock it. He wants to win.”

You sit back, resting your shoulders against the wall as you groan. “I want him to win, too,” you say. You look down at your fingers, playing with some of the rings sitting behind your knuckles. “I think it’ll kill him if he doesn’t.”

Both of you look back at Tom, who’s ditched the gloves. You watch him talk with his coach, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he nods, looking focused as he listens to the pointers and tips. You release a relieved sigh as Tom’s coach pats him on the back and walks off, leaving Tom to pick up his towel and his bottle before sauntering over to you and Harrison.

“Hi.” Tom tosses his stuff onto the bench before reaching for your hands. He pulls you up easily and quickly, causing you to squeal as you find yourself in his arms. He’s hot, his entire body flushed with the sweaty, adrenaline-filled afterglow of a good, long workout, and you laugh as he dives down to kiss your neck, soft curls tickling you. “Missed you, darling.”

He works his way up your neck, nibbling softly at your skin before pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your chin, and then, finally, your mouth. It’s light, but then you push against him eagerly and wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him deeper. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you moan happily as you enjoy the feeling of Tom, his skin warm and flushed, his pulse vibrating against you, and his mouth, coming over yours again and again.

“I’m right here,” Harrison mutters, speaking up from behind you. You groan, give Tom a final kiss, and then begrudgingly pull back.

“Sorry,” you call out, stepping closer to Tom as you turn your head to look at Harrison. Tom’s arms come around your waist, and he holds you nearer, humming as he presses his face into your shoulder. “You can always leave.”

Harrison rolls his eyes as he flips you off, causing Tom to chuckle.

“Y/N,” Tom mumbles, voice fond. “Harrison can stay if he wants to stay. I was thinking we could all go get dinner or something.”

To your relief, Harrison is quick to shake his head. He pulls on his jacket as he looks between you and Tom, his eyes lingering on you for a moment as they twinkle with amusement.

“It’s fine. I’ll leave you both alone. I think Y/N’s had enough of me, anyway.” He’s teasing, and you all know it, but you still throw out an easing pout as you shrug.

“Night, Haz,” you say, leaning further into Tom, who echoes your sentiments. As soon as Harrison’s gone, Tom spins you in his arms, his brown eyes bright and glowing with adoration. He kisses you again, and you sigh as you melt further into him, the spark in the pit of your stomach roaring back to life as Tom’s tongue teases your lower lip.

“Come shower with me,” Tom murmurs, hands roaming your back. He pecks the side of your mouth a few times as you hum.

“I can’t,” you find yourself saying, though it pains you considerably. Tom abruptly stops his kisses.

“Why not?” He pouts, pulling back to stare at you. He looks a little bit like an injured puppy, eyes wide with hurt. He squeezes your waist for emphasis.

“We’re in the two-week window, Tom,” you remind him. You reach up, lightly cupping his very hot, very sweaty face, in your palm. “You know we can’t.”

He groans, then dramatically lets his forehead fall to rest on your shoulder. You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you let him pout and rub his back.

“I love you,” he says, after a moment. He pulls back, kissing your neck briefly before sighing. “Thanks for putting up with this.”

“It’s okay.” You bite your lip, tilting your head to the side as you examine him carefully. “It’s kind of hot. You get so frustrated.”

Tom just narrows his eyes, staring at you with an expression mixed between amusement and frustration.

“Go on, champ,” you say, pushing his shoulder gently. “Go shower so we can go home, yeah?”

Tom begrudgingly steps back, opening and closing his mouth a few times as if he’s going to try and change your mind again, but he doesn’t. As much as you know he wants to drag you into a steamy cubicle, his desire to win his match is stronger.

“Be back soon, darling,” he says. “Don’t miss me too much.”

———

The days burn by slowly.

About a week in, you find yourself snapping. You always try to adopt pseudo-chastity with Tom, feeling a little guilty every time you sneak your hand between your legs and chase the highs he can only dream about finding. Yet, you end up reaching breaking point and giving in to temptation one evening, alone in your flat. Tom’s out late at the gym, at the point in the regime where he’s spending most of his days hauled up in the large building, and you just can’t help yourself: you’re so horny.

If you asked him to get you off, you know he’d agree, never wanting to deny you anything. Tom loves you, loves watching you fall apart for him, loves the power trip that comes with knowing your pleasure is in his hands, but you’d just feel too mean. His refusal to have sex in the lead up is as much psychological as it is anything else—you know he finds energy in the ritual, finds aggressive, fiery hormones in the fourteen days of denial. You’d never want to put him in the position where he got tempted to break, no matter how badly you want to cum.

So, you decide to take care of your ache yourself. Or, at least, you try to.

You start off strong. Teasing yourself over your panties, drawing your fingers over the front of your covered sex. You let your eyes flutter shut as you think about Tom, recounting some of the last few sessions you’ve witnessed at the gym. You think about him, his biceps flexing and curling, the subtle curves of his long, slender fingers, his mouth. His features blur, and you find yourself moaning as you dip your fingers beneath the soft cotton and start to stroke your folds. You circle your clit for a while before dipping down to your entrance, touching the pool of your arousal and groaning as you wet your fingers. As your arousal starts to build, you tease your clit, accompanying the action with your other hand after a while. It feels good—so, so good—as you tease your g-spot with your fingers, keeping your thumb on your clit, edging, and edging, and edging, and—

You can’t cum.

A frown settles on your face as you start to grow frustrated. You try to change things up, slowing your movements, letting the high ebb away before trying again. Instead of reaching climax like you crave, you find yourself resting on the edge instead. You’re aroused, your cunt throbbing, your clit tingling, but you can’t quite get there. It’s frustrating.

You’re so caught up in your irritation that you miss the loud slam of the front door, too absorbed in the sounds of your wetness to hear Tom’s yell of greeting. Your eyes are shut as your boyfriend enters the bedroom. You’re not aware he’s home until you hear him tutting, his voice stacked full of amusement and lust. Your eyelids flutter open, and you find yourself looking at him, wide-eyed like a deer stuck in the headlight.

“T-Tom,” you whimper, your movements stilling. You have your legs spread wide open, two fingers buried in your heat, your other hand draped over your bud. A shy smile finds its way across your lips as you batter your eyelashes at him, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of your boyfriend, drowning in a black hoodie and tight blue denim jeans. His hair lies in fresh, air-dried curls, his eyes dark pools of lust. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Tom repeats, imitating your tone. He pushes himself away from the bedroom wall, walking towards you like a lion stalking his prey. You whimper when he reaches down to touch your leg, sliding his hand over your shin teasingly. His eyes glint as he hears you, gaze fixed on the spot between your legs where your hands have stilled. “Oh, please don’t stop on my account, darling,” he teases, smirking. “Keep going. Just because I can’t have fun, doesn’t mean you should have to suffer too.”

You bite your lip, recognising all too well the teasing glint in his eye.

“I can’t,” you admit, shifting around on the mattress as Tom kneels on the end of the bed. Both of his hands are on your legs now, slowly, teasingly, dragging his touch up your shins. Your breath hitches as he slowly works his way up, dipping his head so he’s able to kiss each of your knees, his lips warm and tender.

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

He’s lying down, settled between your legs, slowly kissing up the inside of one of your thighs. It’s hard to concentrate with him so close to your centre.

“Can’t get there,” you mutter, slowly pulling both of your hands away from your mound, leaving you exposed. Tom leans up, raising his eyebrows until you offer him the fingers you’d had buried inside your entrance. He hums as he sucks on your fingers, the sight of him making you moan softly. “I get so close, but I can’t get over the edge.”

Tom licks at the tips of your fingers before releasing them, smirking slowly. “What a shame,” he drawls, sounding the opposite. Both of his hands go to the soft sides of your thighs, and you let him pry your legs apart. He’s so close to your cunt that you can feel his warm breath fanning out across your bud, your folds, your entrance. “Looks like neither of us can cum this week, hmm?”

Before you can reply, Tom drops his head and buries it between your legs. You cry out, sensitive from your edging, your clit throbbing as you feel his tongue, warm and wet, circling the bud. His hands push your hips back down, holding you firmly in place as he moans, drawing his mouth all over your sex.

“Stay still, darling,” he murmurs, voice thick. He glances up at you, a wild look in his eyes. “Be a good girl and let me have a little taste.”

Your eyes roll back, and you try to lie as still as possible. Tom’s fingers slip into your cunt, exploring your passage, curling up against your g-spot as you whimper.

“So good,” you moan, already feeling your climax twitching in the pit of your stomach. One of your hands goes down to grab at his hair, digging into his curls and keeping his face exactly where you need it, and the other fists the sheets. Your chest rises and falls, your heavy pants mixing with the sounds of Tom’s fingers, fucking your wet heat, and his tongue, teasing the life out of your tender clit. “Please, please.”

“Hmm, you don’t want to cum, do you?” Tom’s words are coupled with a gradual slow in his pace, and you feel your orgasm drifting away as he stills his fingers. He laps over your clit a final time before sitting up a little straighter, looking at you straight on as his chin glistens. “If I don’t get to cum, it doesn't seem fair that you do either, does it?”

His voice is hypnotising, and when his free hand goes to rub warm circles on your inner thigh, you find yourself nodding, transfixed.

“I- I guess.”

Tom smirks, dropping his lips so he can kiss your clit, lightly.

“Are you going to wait for me, sweetheart?” He asks, pink lips puffy and inflamed.

You bite your lip. “Tom,” you whimper, frowning when he lets his fingers pull away from your heat. You watch as he licks his digits clean, still with that wide, confident smirk on his face.

“Hm?” Tom kisses your thigh. “I can make you cum, if you really want to, darling. Just thought it might be nice to do this together.” He rolls both of his hands over your legs, battering his eyelashes at you. “Promise I’ll make it worth your while. Just think about how good it’ll be to wait until next Saturday.” He pushes himself up your body, anchoring himself with a strong arm either side of your head as he suspends himself above you. Tom kisses you, roughly, but only for a moment, letting your lips pull apart when he feels you trying to slip your tongue into his mouth. “Let’s do this together, yeah?”

You hum, thinking on it for a moment, but the scent of his cologne and his fresh shampoo scramble your mind. You find yourself nodding, distracted by the glint in his eyes.

“Okay,” you agree, rolling your eyes when he grins. “We’ll do it together.”

“Good girl.” Tom kisses you, grinning against your lips. “This is going to be fun.”

———

If you’d thought the sex ban was difficult to cope with in the first week, it only gets harder in the second. After giving Tom the green light to have his way with you, he seems to channel all his frustration into you—or, more specifically, into making you as frustrated as possible. He teases you, makes you squirm, beg, cry, letting his mouth wander over your sex or his fingers explore you, any time, any place he feels like it. He never allows you to roll over your edge, just watches, usually smirking, as you try to convince him to let you climax, only to kiss you, softly, and pull away each time.

It happens in the locker room—he pushes you up against the metallic lockers and slips his fingers into you, whispering gentle words with sinful intent.

“Gonna stay quiet for me, darling? Cunt feels so desperate... So tight, so hot. Fucking snug around my fingers, aren’t you? Shh… I know, I know. Feels good for you too, doesn’t it?”

In the showers, when you’re both hot and steamy—Tom drops to his knees and slings one of your thighs over his shoulder, nuzzling his face into your heat.

“Wish I could taste this pussy for the rest of my life, love. Tastes like paradise.”

It even happens in the gym, when he pushes a vibrating egg into you and enjoys teasing you, never warning you before he ups the pace of the bullet, watching with that signature mischievousness on his face.

“Don’t get all shy now, love… I can see the way you’re squirming for me. Bet you’re making a mess in those panties, hmm? Yeah… You can’t hide from me.”

It drives you crazy—beyond crazy. If you thought you’d been mad at Harrison before, you’re practically incandescent with rage by the time fight night comes around.

As your frayed arousal combines with the nerves of the big night, you find yourself alone with Tom, half an hour before the most important match of his career. Your priorities have shifted, your mood sobered by the situation.

“Visualise it,” you murmur, voice soft. You roll your hands over Tom’s shoulders. “Think about how good it’ll feel to hold that belt in your hands.”

Tom hums. He’s sitting on one of the hard wooden benches in the locker room. You’re kneeling behind him, occasionally dropping your lips to kiss the top of his head. After months of supporting him before a fight, you know exactly what he needs: you, touching him, grounding him. He doesn’t like distractions so near to the fight, which is why he has his eyes closed. Whenever he opens them, it’s only to look at the bright red gloves settled in his lap. You know that he appreciates you, even when he’s unable to vocalise it, too lost in his thoughts.

“You’ve trained your whole life for this moment, Tom. You deserve it.”

It’s a mantra. Harrison had taught it to you. Small words of affirmation, repeated softly over the lead-up, speaking them into existence. Tom hums, listening intently.

“You’re going to win,” you speak, your own eyes shut. You focus on the feeling of his shoulders, packed firm with muscles between your hands. “You’re going to win, and then you’re going to fuck me.”

Tom shifts, his posture straightening a little, and your eyes widen as you realise you’ve let your inner thoughts interrupt the ritual.

“I don’t think that’s on Harrison’s script, darling,” he mutters, voice amused.

You reach forward, drawing one of your hands over his forehead. Your fingers play with his hair, and you scrunch up your nose as you chastise yourself for your deviation.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “Just fucking horny. Your fault.”

“Mm, sorry.” Tom grunts when you pull on his hair a little harder, and you repeat the action. “Fuck, love.” He groans louder and tilts his head to the side, exposing the pale column of his neck. “Give me a hickey?”

You oblige, dipping your head so you can rest your lips on his neck. “Where?” You ghost your lips over varying points on his skin, teasing him with light nibbles.

“There,” Tom mutters. One glance at his face confirms he’s still got his eyes shut. When you give in to his desire and start to suck a deep hickey to his skin, he grunts and reaches up to grab at your hands, squeezing your fingers roughly. “Shit.”

“There you go,” you say, voice soft as you pull back.

“Thanks, love,” Tom mutters. “Want to wear it in the ring. Good luck charm.”

You bite your lip, your centre throbbing as you listen to him. You kiss the mark, stained dark against his skin.

“You’ve got this, Tom,” you whisper, redirecting your lips to his ear. His neck prickles with goosebumps when you kiss his earlobe, softly. “You’re going to win, then you’re going to come back, and we’ll celebrate together. Okay?”

Tom’s still holding your hands, firm and eager, and you smile against his neck when he squeezes them.

“Okay,” he agrees. “I’ll win. I’ll do it for you.”

You kiss the back of his head, his soft curls gentle against your cheeks.

“Love you, champ.”

He coaxes one of your hands to his face and kisses the back of your palm.

“Love you too, darling.”

———

The atmosphere sharpens when Tom gets out to the ring.

It’s a big match. The press is here, the fight streamed live to thousands of people across the world. As Tom strides into the ring to take on his opponent, you settle at the side of it, looking up through the ropes with Harrison by your side.

Tom starts off strong—a few hard jabs here, some quick punches there. He dodges and rolls, his bright red gloves raining down over his opponent. Yet, both Tom and his rival are the best of their class, so it’s a nail-biting half-hour spent with your fingers crossed, eyes trained on your boyfriend as he throws everything he has into the ring.

When they break halfway through the match for a few minutes of respite, you’re quick to slip up into the ring and assist Tom’s trainer as they patch up his injured hand. Tom doesn’t say anything, his teeth frozen in the hard white mouth guard, but he squeezes your hand before you step out again, and you know he’s still in there.

The second half only gets more intense—both of them knowing how close the match is, and adjusting accordingly. Tom and his opponent are more reckless, more brutal, and you watch your boyfriend take risks he’d promised to never try to take. It leaves you an anxious mess, but you can’t help but watch him in awe.

Tom’s time in the ring is a performance, beautifully violent, elegantly composed. Spit sprays, sweat drips, blood rolls. He’s loud—very vocal, his sounds almost brutish. His eyes glint black, brown curls stiff with sweat, face on fire. You find it incredibly attractive to watch him in his element, not just because he physically looks incredible, but also because he’s so utterly committed to his trade that everything else fades away. His passion burns, scorches the ground, ripples over his opponent, and in the end, Tom rises, and his rival sinks.

It’s close, and though you have the suspicion that your boyfriend might have snagged it, you hold your breath until it’s confirmed. Your grip on Harrison’s hand is so tight that he curses, but you don’t release it until the MC yells Tom’s name as champion and thrusts his arm triumphantly into the air.

The arena explodes. Your ears ring as you clap and cheer, tears of pride pooling in your eyes. The first thing Tom does is turn around, looking at you with an expression of elated shock on his face. Then, after accepting the belt and speaking a few hurried words of thanks into the microphone of the leading journalist, he comes straight to you.

“Tom!” You exclaim, shaking from emotion. It’s a blend of adrenaline, pride and nerves, cooling your body, making you quiver. Tom reaches down from the ring and grabs both of your hands, jerking you up to him. You dodge past the ropes, almost tripping in his haste, but he grabs you.

Still with the bright stage lights blinding the ring, Tom sweeps you into a deep, passionate kiss, his hot hands burning into your waist. You release a loud noise of surprise, taken entirely off-guard but rolling with the punches. Tom pushes you back against the ropes of the ring as your hands curl into his sweaty hair, and your brief hope that they’ve stopped broadcasting live is set aside as Tom comes closer, caging you in with his buff arms. It’s messy and dirty, his tongue twisting against yours, lips firm, intense, but it’s everything. As you let go of the tension you’d been harbouring all evening, another very prominent emotion burns to the surface: arousal.

“I fucking did it,” Tom breathes finally, forehead pushed to yours. He sounds so proud of himself that it makes you smile, tears reappearing in your eyes as you nod.

“You did,” you confirm. You pull on his hair and push him back so you’re able to see his eyes, dark and hungry. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

He stares into your eyes for a moment, and then kisses you again, with so much intensity it knocks your breath from your lungs. When he pulls back, he uses one very hot hand to cup your cheek, holding you tightly.

“I have to do some interview shit,” Tom says, grimacing. He tilts his head at the championship belt, which now lies on the floor of the ring, discarded. He’s smirking as he brings his gaze back to you. “Meet me in the locker room? Ten minutes.”

You nod.

“Don’t be late.”

———

You wait for Tom in the team’s locker room, taking the time to lock all of the side doors that lead out from the room. His team has been around the two of you for long enough to know that it’s best to give you a wide berth in the few hours after Tom’s won a match, but you can never be too sure. Once you’re finished with that, you go to the liberty of pulling off your shoes, your jumper, and all the jewellery you’d put on for the night.

Then, you wait.

You wait, and you think about how magnificent Tom had looked as he’d fought, arms flexing, jaw set firm in a focused grimace. You rewatch the scenes of him thrusting the belt into the air, yelling elatedly. You think about how fucking mad he’s made you feel over the last two weeks, edging you and denying you, over and over again. It feels as though you’ve been permanently aroused for seven days straight, and now is no exception: just from spending all evening ogling him, you can feel your arousal wetting the front of your panties.

“Fuck,” Tom exclaims, suddenly bursting into the locker room. You turn around to watch him sling the championship belt over his shoulder as he hurries to flick the lock on the main door, knowing the routine as well as you. When he gets it, he turns and stalks over to you, picking up into a jog. “That took so fucking long,” he groans. He throws the belt away and pulls you from the bench, pushing you until your back bumps up against one of the metal lockers. Tom grins, his nose pressing to yours as he smothers you, hands back on your hips, forehead to yours, breath spreading over your face. “Couldn’t wait to get back here and see you.”

You draw your hands over his back, feeling his muscles tense and flex.

“Just see me?” You ask, ghosting your lips over his.

Tom tightens his grip on your waist. “No,” he mutters darkly. He kisses you, only for a second, but very hard. “Couldn’t wait to get back here, rip your clothes off, and finally give you everything you deserve.”

“Everything I deserve?” You raise your eyebrows, running your hands lower. “I think you deserve more, baby.” You smirk against his lips. “You just won the biggest fight of your life.”

“That’s true…” Tom steps back, only for a moment, and you watch as he reaches beneath the waistband of his gym shorts and grunts. A second later, he pulls out the hard protective cup that shields his lower half from injury in the ring, and he groans, loudly, his forehead pressing to yours. “I’m so fucking hard, darling,” he whines. He steps closer, and you feel him, stiff as a rod, pressing into your thigh. “Need to get it out of me.”

You nod, your head moving back as Tom runs a hand over your throat and tilts it to the side. His lips attack your neck, biting hard kisses to the side of your throat that make you moan, your pulse feeling strong between your legs.

“Shit,” you curse. “Get in the shower.”

Tom sucks a harsh hickey just below your ear before pulling back to wiggle his eyebrows. “The shower, eh?”

“Yeah.” You step out of his hold and start to tear off your clothes, your skin rippling with heat. “Gonna suck you off.” You fling your t-shirt to the ground and roll down your jeans, watching as Tom does the same. “Then… Then, you can fuck me… Shit, I’m definitely going to need you to fuck me.” You throw your bra aside and then push down your panties, the waistband rolling in on itself due to your speed. “I’m so wet, Tom.”

“You don’t need to convince me,” Tom says, eyes taking in your bare form. “Been dreaming about feeling you again, love.” He finally pulls down his boxers, and his hard cock springs out. “Two weeks is far too long. Get over here.”

Tom grabs your hand and tugs you into one of the wide shower cubicles. Both of you curse as he turns the valve and the water comes out freezing cold, but the stark contrast to the raging fire burning up your insides is nice.

You kiss him for a while, as the two of you get soapy and Tom washes away the grime. His skin is soft beneath your hands and the noises he makes as you massage his dodgy shoulder would be erotic enough without the presence of his cock, hard and leaking precum, resting between your thighs. You make out for a while, savouring every moment and enjoying the fact you’re now able to kiss him for longer than two seconds without worrying about exciting him too much. It’s still just as intense as before, but less hurried, and more passionate—Tom’s fingers pushing your damp hair out of your face, water droplets rolling down your figures. To be so bare in front of him and have him so ravenous for you makes you want him more than anything.

“Get back,” you murmur, pushing his shoulders. Tom obeys, his body pressing against the yellow tiled wall. You run a trail of kisses down his torso, paying attention to both of his pecs before his abs, then his v-line. Your knees bend, and you kneel on the floor, kissing up his thighs briefly before finally taking him in hand.

“Fuck-” Tom yells. His hands wind into your hair, flat palms grasping at your skull when you drag your tongue over his tip. “Been so long, love, I won’t last long at all.”

You hum as you tenderly lick over his head, absorbing his salty precum and moaning at the taste. “I know,” you say, your hand slowly tugging his length. You give his tip a chaste kiss as you blink up at him, smiling innocently. “I don’t want you to last long. I want you to cum down my throat.” Very slowly, you envelop his tip in your mouth, bobbing your head gently. You pull back after only a few moments, needing to add, “Want you to fuck my face, Tom.”

Your boyfriend moves one of his hands to your cheek, his voice strained from the way your hand is pumping his lower shaft. “Are you sure? Might not be gentle.”

“Yeah.” You nod your head too. “Want it rough. ‘M so fucking horny, and so are you. Want you to make my throat ache tomorrow.”

Tom curses, his eyes fluttering shut. “You’re so sexy,” he whines, slapping your cheek gently. “Thank you.”

You consider telling him that it’s almost as much for you as it is for him, but then you decide that the sight of his cock, flushed red, leaking precum, is your number one priority. So, you loosen your hand on his member and remove it completely, then soften your jaw and start to take him in your mouth, deep-throating him like you’ve ached to do for two weeks.

Tom’s fast to use his leverage on your head, guiding you with shaking hands. Both of you know that all you have to do to tap out is press his thigh, so you let him use you however he needs. Tears pool in your eyes as he fucks your mouth hard, his tip hitting the end of your throat until you gag. The lewd sounds mix with the pounding of the shower against the tiles and Tom’s grumbled groans that spiral up into the air.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he says, voice raspy and light. “So good, sweetheart, fuck. Such a pretty mouth. Feels so bloody good.” He breaks off for a moment, and you feel him shifting around on the wall, indicating he’s near his peak. “So messy too, fuck. Missed this. Watching you on your knees, gagging on my cock.” He tightens his grip on your hair and pushes you deeper, groaning loudly as he does so. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow. Gonna cum all down your throat. Shit, shit-”

Tom stops moving your head as he yelps, one of his hands curling into a fist and hitting back against the wall as he cums suddenly. You swallow around him, pulling up until your lips are at his tip, and your hand goes up to pump the rest of him through his orgasm. His entire body shakes, releasing the pent-up frustration that comes with so long in denial, and you take joy in the light whimpers he deposits into the air as you suck on his tip, cleaning him up.

“Holy…” Tom grabs your hair and pulls you back up, slumping against you instead of the wall as he pants. After taking a moment to gather himself, he pulls back to look at you, his thumb coming up to play with the beads of his cum that stain the corner of your mouth. “Made a mess,” he coos, pushing his seed onto your tongue. You grin as you suck his thumb further into your mouth, delighting as he curses. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart. You really are.”

You release his finger with a pop, shrugging. “How was that?”

Tom groans again, the sound almost orgasmic. “So good,” he mumbles. “Been so long, darling. So, so long.” He kisses your face, dusting your cheeks in light, loving kisses. When he pulls back, his eyes are a little darker. “Bet you’d like to chase that high too, wouldn’t you?” He accompanies his words with a sly hand, slipping down between your legs. When he feels your slick, so pronounced it’s coating your inner thighs, he tuts, smirking. “All this for me?”

You nod, whining breathlessly as he slips two fingers up to toy with your bud. You feel like a livewire—strung out and pulsing, white-hot. Unlike him, you’ve had some stimulation over the last two weeks. Just, you’ve also been cruelly pulled away from the edge, every single time.

“Just for you,” you agree. Your face drops forward, and you find yourself biting Tom’s broad shoulder as he curls two fingers into you with ease.

“You’re so hot in here,” he mutters, “and so wet, too. Fuck, love. You’re dripping down my hand.” When he angles his digits up to caress your g-spot, he strikes it immediately, and you moan noisily. “There you go, baby. Shh. It’s okay.” Tom fucks your tight heat, gradually unravelling you. “I’ve got you.”

Your moans come out strangled, and you feel yourself clenching around his fingers as your high builds quickly. It won’t take much to push you over the edge, and as much as it pains you—

“I don’t want to cum on your hand, Tom,” you manage, your voice betraying you by splitting into a whimper. “Want to cum on your cock.”

Tom slows his fingers, but he keeps thrusting them into you, just too slowly for you to peak. You groan, your centre pulsing as he keeps you burning near the edge, his lips on your neck again. He gently kisses up to your ear, mouth feather-light.

“Are you sure?” He coos, nibbling at your earlobe. “Feels like you want to cum.” When Tom adds his other hand, two fingers gently stroking your tender bud, your knees almost give out. “Can feel you clenching around me, Y/N, naughty girl.” He kisses just below your ear. “If you want something, you know how you need to ask for it.”

You’re all over the place, your eyes squeezed shut, sweat breaking out over your forehead, your cunt clenching and releasing every other second. You’re so close you can almost taste it, but you try to exercise self-control.

“Please, Tom.” It takes everything in you, but you manage to stand up straighter again, looking at him straight-on. His eyes dance dark with power and lust, his smirk unmoving as he thrusts his fingers a little faster. “W-Want you to fuck me. Been waiting so long, don’t want to fall apart if it isn’t with you behind me. Please, please, please, please-”

He cuts you off with a hard kiss, and finally, Tom pulls his hands away. He runs them both through the stream of water before reaching back to clumsily turn off the valve.

“I fucking love you,” he tells you. “Couldn’t deny you anything. Not really.” Tom takes your hand. “C’mere.”

Tom carefully pulls you over to one of the wooden benches. After draping a towel over the wooden slats, he pushes you down onto your hands and knees, his fingers spreading your legs. You whimper as you feel his cock, hard again, refracted in the interlude he’d constructed with his hands working you into insanity. Your knuckles clench around the slabs of wood, and despite already feeling the ache in your knees, it only spurs you on. You love the pain, love the visible, throbbing reminders of Tom, and he knows it just as much as you do.

“Look so pretty like this, darling,” Tom says, voice drifting through the air. Both of his hands go to your ass, roughly massaging your skin until his right hand slaps down across you, stinging bright hot. He repeats the action when you moan loudly, the slapping sound ringing out through the air. Each time his hand falls over you, you only grow hotter. It doesn’t matter that you’re still covered in water from the shower, you’re burning up. “G’nna let me take you like this, eh? Fuck this tight little pussy, like I know you’ve been dreaming of.”

When Tom lines his tip up with your entrance, you find yourself clinging to the edge of the bench with your fingers.

“Yes,” you beg, backing up against him. You feel like you might dissolve into a mess of arousal, tears, and desperation if he doesn’t satisfy you soon. “Please.”

Tom runs a hand up your back, fingers drifting over the line of your spine. He drops his lips and kisses the lower part of your back, so delicately it makes you quiver.

“Okay,” he says. “G’nna give it to you good.”

He enters you quickly and easily, and you almost lose it from the first thrust alone. You’re so slick that Tom’s swift in pulling back and then slamming back into you, his hands holding your hips back and in place as your arms wobble and your figure loses control. You drop your head between your arms, the blood rushing to your skull and making you feel light-headed as he rocks into you, over and over again, giving you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

“Tom,” you gasp, your breaths heavy and inconsistent. It feels indescribable—the final denouement of your time apart. Each drag of his cock through your heat has you reeling, your walls quivering and clenching and trying desperately to keep him in, keep him nudging your g-spot, stimulating your passage. You’re moaning louder than you’ve ever moaned before, the coil in your stomach building and building without warning or direction.

Behind you, Tom seems to be enjoying it just as much as you. His libido strong and healthy and his body pumped full of pre-match adrenaline that it doesn’t surprise you in the slightest that he’s being so hard and purposeful in his movements. His groans are like music to your ears, small grunts of affirmation that he too has missed the paradise that unfolds when you join together.

“So fucking tight, angel,” he rasps, again letting his hand fall over your ass. He soothes the skin with his palm, and then he repeats the action two more times. “Feel you clenching me every time I do that.” He pinches your hip with his other hand, and you find yourself biting your forearm, embarrassed by how loud you think you’d moan if you were able to. “You love it rough like this, don’t you, darling? Mm… I know you do.”

It’s a dizzying blur of skin on skin for a while, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge on multiple occasions. It’s as if your body is holding back though, waiting on Tom to near it too before you’re able to fully let go. Almost sensing this, he reaches down and shoves his fingers in your hair, roughly tugging you up until your back is pressed against his front. The angle pushes him deeper, and your eyes flood with tears as you find yourself unable to comprehend just how good it feels.

“Y’like that?” He rasps. Tom drags a hand down to your clit, able to access it better now that he’s holding you so much closer. His pace is slower, but he’s going forcefully, his head hitting your g-spot every time. “Fuck, darling, I’m gonna cum if you keep clenching like that.”

You whimper, your chest heaving.

“Yeah,” you moan. His name pours from your lips like a prayer, rising in desperation as you slip back down, hands grabbing at the slats of the bench as you hold on for dear life. “Fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Come on,” Tom urges. “Do it. I want to feel you squeezing my cock so tight, like you always do. Always makes me lose it, doesn’t it, love? Shit, you’re so perfect. Go on. I’ve got you. Get my cock nice and wet, and I’ll fill you up. You’d like that, eh? Feeling me cumming inside this pretty pussy? Come on. You know what you have to do.”

It slams into you, pouring down over you in waves that submerge you entirely. You feel boneless but also rigid at the same time, your jaw slack as your vision blurs. Pleasure ripples out from your centre, dousing your aching cunt in relief that feels so sweet, only growing richer and more fulfilling when you hear Tom grunt and feel his cock pulse in you. You come together, bodies moving in sync, perfectly, despite the time apart, and it’s so good that it takes you out of it completely.

You’re so absorbed in your climax that you end up drifting, opening your eyes a few moments later only to find yourself lying on your back, staring up at the bright white lines of the locker room ceiling. Your eyes blur with tears, but just for a moment, because then Tom’s palm swims into vision, drifting above your head until he finds the right angle that blocks out the light.

“Hey, darling,” he coos. He brings one of your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. “Are you okay? Lost you for a second.”

A very lazy, content smile finds your lips.

“Yeah,” you say sluggishly. You ache all over, but it feels incredible. You’re buzzing with the kind of energy that only comes after a session like this—after you’ve let him dismantle you completely. “Are you okay?”

Tom nods, his wet hair flying everywhere. “Fantastic,” he confirms. He glances down your figure, then offers you a soft smile. “I’m going to take you home, run you a really, really nice bath, and then we’re going to cuddle.” He drops your hand and instead cups your face in his palm. You nuzzle into it. His eyes are so soft as he gazes at you tenderly. “You’re so lovely, Y/N. I love you.”

You smile softly. “Love you too.”

Tom leans over you and kisses your lips, very gently, before shifting his mouth all over the rest of your face. He goes from one cheek, over to your forehead, down your nose, to the other, before circling back to your mouth. By the time he reaches there, your smile has grown to a grin, and you feel grounded enough to reach up and loop your fingers into his hair.

“Thank you,” he says, speaking earnestly, “for always being here for me. For supporting me, and putting up with all my crazy ideas, and being incredible, always. You are my inspiration, and I love you more than anything.”

You feel your heart throb in your chest, and you have to focus really hard on stopping the swell of emotion from leaving through your tired eyes.

“Any time,” you say, nodding to emphasise your point. “I love you, and I’m here for you. Whatever you might need, I’ll do it.”

Tom’s warm brown eyes meet with yours, and the smile on his face shows no sign of leaving.

“All I need is you,” he says. His lips come down to yours, softly, just resting there. “All I’ll ever need is you.”

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wandaromanova · 3 years

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Life Support

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, toxic relationship (?)

A/N: hello! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi! Can I please request Nat always being on missions 24/7 and not spending time w reader and reader understands at first but after being constantly alone she finally confronts Nat when she’s getting ready to leave again so reader says “if you walk out of that door we’re done” then “please don’t walk out of that door” then Nat walks out so then they’re broken up. Sorry if it’s too specific💕

Summary: All good things must come to an end.

Word Count: 2K | navigation

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If there was one thing you were certain of, it was this; dating an Avenger wasn’t easy.

You were in a relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and have been for the better part of two years now. At first, everything had been absolutely incredible. The redhead would come to your apartment every night, her body entangled with yours beneath your bedsheets. You would wake up to Natasha sleeping soundly beside you, her arms wrapped around your waist as she held you close. Her warm breath would fan against the side of your neck as you took in her features.

Natasha would slowly stir awake, her eyes moving side-to-side behind her closed eyelids before fluttering open. She would be met with your wide smile shining down at her, your fingers slowly combing through her tresses. The redhead would pull you down by the neck, placing a tender kiss against your lips.

When she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes would travel down to your neck and admire the dark purple marks that were littered across your skin. It was exhilarating to her, knowing that you were hers. Natasha felt a sense of pride and couldn’t resist a smirk from taking over her face.

You would cook breakfast in the kitchen while Natasha sat on the counter, ranting about the events of the day before. Your laughs filling the space as she mimicked Steve and Tony’s voices, mocking their ridiculous arguments. Eventually, the redhead would hop off of the counter and come up behind you, her front pressed against your back as she held you by the waist.

Once the food was cooked, you would sit on Natasha’s lap at the table, your hands linked behind the back of her neck. She would eat and occasionally feed you, holding the spoon up to your mouth and purposely missing your mouth, effectively getting food on your face. Natasha would laugh as an annoyed look would cross your face, a pout gracing your lips.

The Russian would wipe off the food with the pad of her thumb, sucking it off of her digit before kissing your pouty lips. She wouldn’t stop kissing you until your pout was replaced with a smile. You were in euphoria each time Natasha would visit, but all good things must come to an end.

A feeling of sadness would wash over you each time she would walk out the door, unsure of when she’d return. Seeing her leave never got any easier. All you wanted to do was beg her to stay in your arms, but you knew that wasn’t an option.

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You weren’t the only person that needed Natasha and you understood that.

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Despite the feeling of despair that would creep into your chest, you never complained. You were aware of how selfish it would seem if you were to even so much as bring up the topic of Natasha staying for longer than a night. She was a vital part of the Avengers, a team that saved the world from threats on a daily.

You had handled the arbitrariness of Natasha’s profession pretty well and settled for it. Having Natasha in your life occasionally was a lot better than not having her at all. However, there was only so much you could take. And one night, you had finally had enough.

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For the past six months, you had seen Natasha a total of ten times. It seemed as if she had been taking on more missions that varied in their durations. She was gone for weeks at a time and wouldn’t contact you the entire time, unaware of when she was due to return. You would only find out when she was back home when she was already knocking at your front door.

To say you missed Natasha would be the understatement of the century; you missed her like fucking crazy.

You would spend the weeks she was away, sleeping in bed alone as you clutched her pillow close to your chest. You practically lived in the sweaters she left at your apartment, the faint smell of her perfume lingering on the articles of clothing. The day you realized her scent had faded, you almost burst out into tears.

It made you feel disgusted with yourself. You were waiting around like a lost puppy, desperate for Natasha’s return. You couldn’t focus at work either. Your thoughts were focused on Natasha.

Will she come home soon? Is she okay? Is the mission she’s on super dangerous? Is she not replying to your texts because she’s busy or because she isn’t alive to do so? Or what if she had been home and just didn’t care to see you? What if she didn’t love you anymore?

These questions circulated your mind in each time of Natasha’s absence. You knew that you had to confront her, but didn’t know how to go about the situation. What? Are you supposed to go up to her and say ‘Stop saving the world to spend time with me’? Obviously fucking not.

The more you thought about it, the more ridiculous you felt. Natasha was out risking her life for humanity and here you were, moping over not being able to see her. Pathetic.

Regardless of how absurd you thought your concerns were, they didn’t stop you from finally confronting your never-present girlfriend.

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You had been sat on the couch when a knock sounded at the door. You immediately sprang up and rushed toward the door, hoping to see the woman that’s been plaguing your mind. To your surprise, you were met with red locks and green eyes shining with joy.

You had to fight the urge to leap into her arms and shower her face with little kisses. Natasha’s happiness turned to confusion when you wordlessly moved to the side, giving her some room to enter. The sound of her heavy combat boots hitting the hardwood floor resounded throughout your apartment.

You shut the door slowly, leaning your forehead against it with a sigh. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to confront the woman if you laid eyes on her. Natasha had you wrapped around her finger and you couldn’t help but feel like she capitalized on your weakness at times.

“Y/N? What’s wrong, moya lyubov (my love)?” Natasha’s raspy voice met your ears and you let out a shaky breath. “The fact that you don’t know what’s wrong IS what’s wrong.” Your voice came out small and you couldn’t see it, but Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You heard her footsteps approaching you and you quickly turned around, coming face-to-face with your girlfriend, “What are you talking about?” Natasha’s hands moved up to cup your cheeks, but you swatted her hands away.

“You’re never here, Natasha. That is what I’m talking about.” You walked past her and paced around the living room. The redhead was glued to her spot, her eyes following your every move. Your shoulders were tensed, your eyes were fixated on the floor as you walked around. Natasha had never seen you so serious before, and she wouldn’t admit it, but she was terrified.

“I’m here whenever I can be. Is that not enough for you?” Your movements came to an abrupt halt and you whipped around to stare at your girlfriend as if she had grown two heads. “No! It may be enough for you, but it isn’t for me! I’m alone for weeks on end without so much as a fucking text from you!” You raised your voice and Natasha felt irritation arise within her.

“I can’t stop in the middle of a shootout or an interrogation to message you! I’m sorry that I’m away all the time and can’t give you details, but it’s my fucking job! You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.” Natasha moved until she stood directly in front of you, chest rising and falling quickly as she took shallow breaths. Her eyes were trained on yours with an intimidating glare, but you weren’t scared of her.

“My job is a priority.” The redhead gritted out through clenched teeth. You felt your own anger expand at her words. “And I’m not?” You questioned Natasha challengingly and she shook her head with a dark chuckle.

“No. You’re not.” You felt your heart shatter completely. Her tone was emotionless and she spoke as if she didn’t care at all; like you were a stranger.

“My job comes before anything, including you. I can’t let the world fall apart just because you’re a needy bitch that can’t spend a fucking minute without me.”

Natasha was relentless and you couldn’t handle it. Tears rapidly fell from your eyes as your chest constricted, making it hard to breathe.

People who said that words couldn’t physically hurt you; were full of shit. Each word that fell from her lips felt like a stab to the heart. And as everyone knew, Natasha Romanoff was very good with knives.

“What? You’re not gonna say anything now? You sure as hell had a lot of shit to talk a minute ago.”

Natasha’s tone was cold and you hated yourself for still trying to find the warmth that you used to soak in, but you couldn’t find it. All you were met with was a blistering wind that sent shivers up your spine.

You remained silent, focusing on containing the harsh sobs that threatened to wrack your body. Natasha rolled her eyes at you and turned around, heading straight for the door. An alarm sounded in your head as you watched her walk away.

“If you walk out of that door, we’re done.” Your voice cracked slightly as you spoke. Natasha froze, her hand on the doorknob going still. She stayed there for a minute, contemplating her next move. Of course, you didn’t think the redhead would actually leave, but she was always full of surprises.

Your eyes widened as she twisted the knob, pulling the door open. “Wait! Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry.” Honestly, you didn’t really know why you were apologizing. If anything, the roles should’ve been reversed in this moment, but you were willing to say or do anything if it meant Natasha would stay.

Natasha ignored your pleas and took one step out of the door before you hastily rushed after her. You gripped her wrist for dear life and her head whipped around, a look of annoyance on her face.

“Let go of me.” Natasha tore her hand out of your hand easily, considering she was much stronger than you were. You remained in the doorway as you watched the redhead strut down the hall until she reached the staircase. As soon as you lost sight of her, you slammed the door and fell to your knees.

You had no intention of destroying your relationship. All you wanted to do was voice your concerns to Natasha. You were expecting endless reassurances as she wrapped her strong arms around your body.

But instead, you were crying on the cold floor of your apartment, her harsh words echoing throughout your mind. Part of you was waiting for her to knock on the door and apologize profusely for leaving, but Natasha was lots of things, and stubborn was one of them.

Once Natasha came to a decision, there wasn’t much that could change her mind. That’s what hurt the most. You were positive that the redhead loved you just as much as you did her. You felt as though nothing could sever the unbreakable connection that brought you two together. The possibility of Natasha willingly leaving you had never crossed your mind. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for this outcome.

Natasha Romanoff was your everything. Her cocky smirk and infectious laughter were the oxygen that filled your lungs each time you took a breath. Her shiny green eyes and red locks were the chemical reactions of your brain that produced dopamine.

Her love coursed through your bloodstream and kept your heart pumping. But now, she was gone. The minute she walked out, the light in your eyes disappeared and your skin slowly turned to dust. Without the woman you loved, you were nothing but a withering corpse going through the decomposition process.

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Natasha was your life support and she decided it ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ was time to pull the plug.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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backstage ~ pete davidson

word count: 1960

request?: yes!

“Can you do a Pete Davidson smut on the set of SNL”

description: in which a backstage tour turns into something a little more

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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“And this is the writer’s room,” Pete said as he led me into a room with a large desk surrounded by multiple chairs. “This is where we come up with the skits and the jokes. There’s John, being the loner he is.”

“You say that like it’s a joke but you’re my best friend so what does that say about you?” John asked, not looking up from his laptop.

Pete chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Moving on - ”

“Hold on!” I cut him off. “We are not just sweeping past John Mulaney like that. You know how much I love him.”

This made the older comedian look up from his laptop and smile at me. “Oh, I like this girl. She’s got good taste.”

Pete rolled his eyes at the two of us. “You can come back and talk to John before we start filming. This is a big set and I told you I’d show you all of it.”

I playfully pouted at him before waving goodbye to John and continuing to follow Pete through the unfamiliar building.

Pete had been dying to give me a tour of the SNL backstage basically since we had started dating. Our schedules never lined up enough to be able to, but I had finally managed to get a full weekend off and Pete decided to take advantage of that.

The set was much larger than I thought, with every castmate having their own dressing rooms, plus special rooms for the hosts and musical guests. So many rooms for writing and editing, and the massive set where everything was filmed, usually in front of an audience. I didn’t understand how Pete didn’t get lost every day, even if he was familiar with the place.

“And finally,” he said once we neared the end of his tour, “my home away from home.”

He pushed open the door with his name written on a wooden plaque. The room definitely screamed “Pete”. Besides the smell of weed smoke that seemed to linger no matter how long Pete wasn’t there, the room was also littered with little things he liked to have with him at all times: pictures of his dad, his mom, the two of us, little gifts I had always given him for every season premiere, little things from his other friends.

There was a comfortable looking couch along the wall that was begging for me to lay down on it. I sighed in relief the moment my back touched the couch, my legs and feet aching from the heels I decided to wear.

Pete chuckled at my reaction. “I told you to wear something comfortable.”

“And I told you I wanted to make a good impression on your co-stars, which includes a nice outfit.”

I had decided on a long sleeved white shirt and a short, plaid skirt to wear on set, with a pair of black booties that were nice when I put them on, but now that I had been walking around in them for almost an hour I was regretting my wardrobe choices.

Pete smiled and came to lay down on the couch on top of me, his legs between mine and his hands on either side of my head. “Baby, you could wear a garbage bag and everyone here would still be impressed by you.”

“Well, I’ll do that next time then.”

He chuckled and lowered himself so he was kissing me. It was a quick kiss on my lips before he dipped his head to kiss my neck. I giggled as the slight stubble he was starting to grow tickled my neck, followed by a moan as he found the spot on my neck that always drove me wild.

“The skirt does give me some easy access, though,” he mumbled against my neck as one of his hands traced up my bare leg and dipped under my skirt. I gasped as he ran a finger over my clothed clit - or, just barley clothed as I was wearing a G-string. “God, baby, I’ve barley touched you and you’re already soaking wet.”

I moaned as his finger slipped under my G-string and inside of me. He was quick to cover my mouth, a cheeky grin on his face at my reaction.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he said. “Anyone could come catch us at any time.”

I bit my lip to try and keep quiet as his finger slid in and out of me, first at a slow pace. My moans came out as squeaks and whimpers of pleasure as his pace began to pick up and he slipped another finger into me. I was basically writhing underneath him, which I could tell he was taking a lot of pleasure in.

With two of his fingers in me, he pressed his thumb against my clit and began to rub painfully slow circles, causing my body to arch against him. It was becoming harder to hold back my moans and I had to cover my own mouth with my hand.

“God, this is so fucking dirty,” Pete commented. “Finger fucking my beautiful girl on the couch of my dressing room? Where all my co-workers come in and hang out with me? Man, I’ll never be able to look at this couch the same.”

“It’ll be a nice memory of me,” I said, trying my best to smile up at him but another whimper being let out instead.

“I’ll never not think of you when I’m in this room again,” he confirmed, lowering himself to kiss my neck again.

I was already nearing my climax when Pete’s fingers were removed from my wet core. I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and my lips pouting. He brought his wet fingers to his lips and took them in his mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathed. I didn’t think it were possible, but I managed to become even more wet at the sight.

“Flip over on your hands and knees baby,” he told me.

I excitedly did as he told me, spinning to be back on to him on my hands and knees. I started reaching for my panties to take them off, but his hand caught hold of my wrists before I could.

“Leave them on,” he said. “I think it’ll be extra hot to fuck you with your skirt and panties still on.”

I nodded excitedly and got back into my position. Pete stood for just a moment, long enough to undo his jeans and let them, and his underwear, fall to the floor. My heart was racing as I felt the couch dip behind me again and Pete pulling my panties to the side as he lined his head up with my entrance.

As he pushed himself inside of me ever so slowly, his other hand came to rest on my back, pushing me down till my head was buried in the couch cushions.

“Best way to keep you quiet,” he said. “I don’t intend to go easy on you.”

“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” I responded.

I looked over my shoulder to see the smile on Pete’s face. He took hold of my waist with both hands and started to thrust slow at first, making sure I was comfortable and fully stretched around him. Once he was sure I was okay, his thrusts gradually got quicker and rougher until he was pounding me so hard that the only sounds in the room were that of skin slapping against skin.

I buried my face in the couch again, trying my best the muffle the moans that were basically turning to screams of pleasure. However this process was basically moot as the sound of our skin slapping against each other and Pete’s own moans and groans of pleasure would definitely alert any passersby of our activities.

Being adventurous with our sex was definitely nothing new to Pete and I. Whenever one of us was in the mood, we’d initiate it wherever we wanted. In bathrooms, fitting rooms, in the back of his car, wherever we could get some form of privacy while also being a little too out in public.

But there was just something different about having him rail me in his dressing room mere minutes before he was set to go live. At any moment someone could walk past, or one of the producers could come knock on the door. Or, heaven forbid if he didn’t lock the door, someone could just walk in and catch the two of us. All of that just made our secret rendezvous a little more naughty and sexy. While I didn’t want to be caught by any means, the thought that it would be so easy to be caught drove me wild.

Pete’s thrusts became so rough that I could hear the couch legs scraping across the floor as it moved. My legs were already feeling like jelly and I had a feeling I was going to have trouble walking to set with Pete when this was over.

His hand ran up my back and through my hair before giving my head a rough tug back. I yelped at the sudden pain that I felt in my head before it dissolved into a moan. Pete pulled me back till my back was against his chest and leaned in close to my ear.

“You feel so good,” he breathed into my ear. “God, even after all this time, you’re still so tight around me.”

“You keep talking like that and I’ll cum around your cock in no time.”

The hand in my hair crept around my front to grab me by the throat. “You say that as if it’s not what I wanted.”

His other hand slipped between my legs and began rubbing at my clit, causing all sorts of pleasure to run through me. My body started to tremble as I felt myself nearing my climax. The hand around my throat squeezed slightly as I let out a cry of pleasure, my walls tightening around him.

Pete grunted in my ear a few more times before I felt him filling me up as well. I took a deep breath in when he let go of my throat, although my head was still spinning.

Pete pulled out of me just in time for a knock to come on his door. “Give me a second!”

He quickly pulled his pants and boxers back on as I adjusted my skirt and panties. Although I was sure whoever was at the door wouldn’t notice the wet spot that had suddenly appeared on the couch, I still decided to cover it with a pillow just in case.

One of the producers was stood at the door. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know that we’re starting in roughly five minutes!”

“Thanks, I’ll be there soon,” Pete responded. He shut the door and looked back at me. His eyes travelled down to my legs as an amused look crossed his face. “You got something on your leg there hun.”

I looked down to see a single string of warm liquid running down my inner thigh. “Oh fuck.”

I reached for a tissue but Pete stopped me. “Wait, don’t clean it yet. I’d love to know you’re in the audience watching me with my cum running down your legs.”

“Okay, that’s hot, but I don’t want your co-workers thinking I peed myself or something.”

“I’ll tell them the truth if you want.”

I rolled my eyes and shoved him towards the door. “Go to set! Let me clean up. I’m sure there’s more there that can fulfil this fantasy you have.”

Pete smiled down and gave me one last kiss before rushing to set.

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Sand and Love - Kaldur x Reader

Requested by Anon - Hey honey! I hope requests are open still. I was wondering if I could request an imagine when Kaldur has a crush on the reader and the team decides to do a beach day and she meets them at the beach late and he gets all flustered because the reader is in a bathing suit and just some fluffy awkward Kaldur pleeeaaasssee!

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Kaldur sighed deeply as he laid on the beach. He stretched his legs and rested his arms behind his head. The sun warmed his skin. War cries and shrieks came from the water. Kaldur opened his eyes and sat up, frowning at the sand stuck to his back.

“I’m going to kill you, West. If it’s the last thing I do,” Artemis said as she tackled a laughing Wally into the water. Robin and Zatanna cheered her on. Kaldur felt a chuckle creep into his chest, but he held it in, not wanting to encourage their behavior.

“Hey, Kaldur. Want some lemonade?” Raquel’s shadow fell on him. He smiled up at her and took the cup she offered.

“Thank you.” He took a sip, frowning at it’s sourness. After a moment of letting the lemonade linger in his mouth, he forced himself to swallow. “Did M’gann make this?”

“Too sour, right? I tried to slip in more sugar, but she was watching me,” Raquel whispered, sitting beside Kaldur on the sand. She glanced over her shoulder where Conner and M’gann were grilling lunch. “I’m starting to wonder if Martians don’t taste like we do.”

Kaldur shrugged and took another sip of lemonade when he felt M’gann watching. “Perhaps.” He sent her a smile. M’gann beamed in relief.

“Are you disappointed (Y/N) is not here?” Raquel elbowed Kaldur’s side gently. A playful smirk on her lips. “I know you got the hots for her.”

Kaldur blushed, clearing his throat. “It is unfortunate that (Y/N) was not able to join in our team beach day.”

“Sure, very unfortunate.” She got to her feet, giggling. “Well, it might cheer you up that (Y/N) is going to try to make it after her family thing.”

“She is?” Kaldur almost dropped his lemonade.

Raquel just laughed. “You got it bad.” She ran off to join the others in the water. Kaldur sighed, resting his chin on his knees. He embedded the cup of lemonade in the sand next to him.

Truth be told, Raquel was right. He did have it bad for you. Always did, ever since he met you the first time two years before.

A wave of fire soared toward Kaldur. He quickly called water to his water-bearers and formed a shield. His eyes closed, preparing for the heat. The flames roared around him, but the heat never came.

He opened his eyes to see a blue form in front of him. “You okay?” the form asked, glancing back at him from over their shoulder. No, her shoulder. Kaldur’s heart spasmed. You were so beautiful. One of the most beautiful people he had ever seen.

“Yes.” He dropped his water-bearers. You pushed out with your hand. A blue glow came from your hand and absorb the flames. Kaldur pulled his eyes away from you to see a blue shield collapse into the blue glow from your hand. You turned to face him. His eyes caught the symbol on your chest. It was similar to a Green Lantern symbol, but blue. “Who are you?”

“Aqualad, are you alright?” Aquaman ran up to the two of them. “I should have warned you about flames and gasoline.”

“There is a lot to learn about the surface world,” Kaldur said. Kaldur’s face burned when you smiled at him sweetly. Aquaman turned to look at you, frowning slightly.

“Are you (Y/N), the Blue Lantern?” Aquaman crossed his arms.

“Yes, she is.” Hal Jordan floated down from the sky to land next to you. “She’s my sidekick.”

You shared a look with Kaldur, rolling your eyes. “Actually, he’s my sidekick, but I let him think otherwise. For his ego,” you whispered to Kaldur. Kaldur’s ear tingled at your breath. A lump formed in his throat.

“(Y/N), we better go. We got that meeting with John.” Hal clapped a hand on your shoulder.

“Sure, sure.” You stepped away from Kaldur, giving him a wave. His eyes caught the blue ring on your finger. “It was nice meeting you, Aqualad, Aquaman.” You flew into the air with Hal following behind you. Kaldur’s eyes didn’t leave you until you disappeared into the clouds.

The lump formed in Kaldur’s throat again. He hugged his knees to his chest, staring out at the water. Swallowing hard, he tried to lose the lump in his throat, but it wouldn’t go away.

Suddenly, Kaldur was on his feet as a blue glow splashed into the water far out from shore. He knew that blue glow like he knew his own name.

“Did you see that?” Zatanna asked, pointing out at the ocean.

“Was that (Y/N)?” Robin’s creepy laugh filled the air. “She always has to make an entrance.”

Kaldur started to run toward the ocean, preparing to dive in. However, you suddenly surfaced only a few meters away from him. You flipped your head back, arching your back with a laugh that sent a wonderful shiver up Kaldur’s spine.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.” You walked toward shore. “What did I miss?” Your ring absorbed your blue lantern suit revealing a bathing suit that fit you perfectly underneath.

“Well, Kaldur’s pretty whelmed,” Robin teased, coming over to elbow Kaldur’s side. Kaldur jumped, realizing his jaw was hanging open. He was ogling your body as if he was Wally West. “Artemis is going to murder Wally, so you didn’t miss much.” Robin grinned, glancing between you and Kaldur.

Zatanna pinched Robin’s arm. “Knock it off,” she hissed. Robin flinched, pouting slightly.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Save me, will ya?” Wally jumped into your arms. You gasped, catching him and keeping your balance. He wrapped his arms around your neck. “Fly me away, please. (Y/N), babe, I’m begging you.”

You floated into the air. “Hey, you don’t get to use (Y/N) to help you escape,” Artemis shouted, stomping her foot. Raquel tossed her a beach ball and Artemis chucked it at Wally. You dodged, both you and Wally laughing in delight.

Kaldur stepped back out of the surf. He watched you and Wally evading Artemis’ attacks. The lump was still in his throat. At least you didn’t notice how he stared at you. He felt a blush come to his cheeks again.

“You should ask her out, Kaldur.” M’gann’s voice echoed in his mind. He glanced over at her. She was still grilling with Conner, but was watching him. “Don’t tell her I told you, but (Y/N) likes you too.”

Kaldur bit his lip. “Perhaps.” He looked back to you to see the rest of the team had picked sides. Part of him was concerned by this, but he realized it was just for play. Besides, you were laughing and Kaldur couldn’t find it in him to stop it.

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The sun was setting. Most of the team had gone inside to nurse sunburns and clean up from the day. You were still on the beach, sunbathing on the sand. Kaldur bit his lip. One foot after the other, he made his way to your side and sat down beside you.

“Hello.” You smiled at him, opening one eye to watch him. “This was a fun day. I’m glad I got away in time.” A sigh escaped you as you stretched your arms above your head. You winced suddenly.

“What is wrong?” Kaldur studied you.

“Nothing, Wally is a heavy boy. My arms are sore now.” Your lips formed a pout.

Kaldur found his gaze wandering lower than was appropriate. He blushed and turned away. “I am surprised you were strong enough to carry him for so long.”

“Well, the ring helped.” You laughed. Kaldur looked back at you. You smiled brightly at him. “At least I can do some things without a Green Lantern nearby.”

“You can do a lot of things.” Kaldur blinked when you looked at him in surprise. His voice disappeared, the familiar lump formed back into his throat.

“So can you.” You reached up to tap Kaldur’s nose. Kaldur’s nose tingled at your touch.

“(Y/N).” Kaldur cleared his throat. The courage was leaving him quickly, M’gann’s reassurance from earlier the only thing that kept him talking. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to...take a walk with me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sure.” You rolled to your feet and brushed the sand off your body. Kaldur didn’t move, watching your hands. “You meant now, right?”

Kaldur jumped to his feet quickly. He hoped you didn’t notice he was staring at you again. His cheeks burned. “Now is fine.”

You smiled at him and linked arms with him. “Shall we just go down the beach and see what we find?”

Kaldur saw stars, squeezing your arm in his gently. “Anything you wish.” Your laughter hit his ears and Kaldur never felt so content in his life. The two of you started to walk down the beach as the sun fell below the horizon.

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Among the Blues and Greens

Another installation of the Little One series.

Summary: Meditation often allowed for Jedi to discover and learn about their thoughts and feelings, aiding them in solving their problems. This meditation session unfortunately reveals more than you’d like.

Or the one in which Obi-Wan’s Padawan realises she loves him.

Warnings: Language, meditation, slow dancing, yearning, revelations, forehead kisses, Past Obitine relationship mentions

Word Count: 3k

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You were a fraud.

Whenever you felt particularly emotional, you meditated, as any good Jedi was supposed to do. Before daybreak, the gardens at the Sundari Royal Palace were relatively uninhabited, at least by people. You didn’t mind the plants and animals. Their energies were soothing, incorrupt, they just were. That’s how you find yourself there, for the third day in a row, trying desperately to calm the tempest that’s seen fit to take up permanent residence in your mind.

Why were you a fraud? A fake? A poser?

Because here you were, years of training under your belt, pretending to meditate. Fraud.

It was an old ‘trick’ that young Padawans- very young Padawans, you added- resorted to when they were made to meditate. Sitting there with your eyes closed, trying to keep your breathing even. No actual self-exploration or deep diving into your mind, just putting up a facade that any force insensitive being wouldn’t see through.

Unfortunately for you, Obi-Wan Kenobi was Force sensitive.

“You’re pretending,” He muses, lowering himself beside you and crossing his legs, assuming the same position you were in. You keep your eyes closed, forcing your breaths to remain even as if he hadn’t even spoken. He sees right through it, amusement weaving into the deep blues that were his signature.

Oftentimes you wondered what it was like, to be in the middle of all that was him. Observing one’s signature from the outside was very much different than actually experiencing it. Each individual’s signature was different, and his signature was always so wonderful… You wanted to learn more about it, about him. But you knew you wouldn’t ever dare to be brash enough to even brush your signature against his, let alone delve into him fully.

His signature morphs, from the vibrant, rich hums to a gentle, soothing wave. He’s meditating.

You scowl.

He’s barely been sitting down for a minute, and he’s already accomplished what you’ve been trying to do for the past three days.

“Focus your thoughts on something,” He suggests quietly, sending out a wash of calm over your prickling irritation. He’s guiding you, as he used to do years ago when you were a young and distractible little thing, and you let him.

You’d let him do anything.

You’re swept backwards into the deep abyss that’s your mind, and you fall freely, watching Obi-Wan’s signature withdraw slowly from yours. It’s like watching waves upon the shore, gently sweeping backwards and away, taking with it such tiny, essential parts of you while simultaneously shaping you into a thing to behold. It was always, before anything else, soothing.

He didn’t like studying others’ energies too closely. It was a common trait amongst blue sabers, whilst reading people's energies were crucial for the Jedi, studying them at great lengths could often prove to be uncomfortable. But yours, he had said. He wouldn’t mind spending days traversing the inside of your mind if you’d let him.

When you were younger, you’d asked him what your signature looked like to him. He said it was a mass of shades of green that were so beautiful he doubted the mere names of the colours or any other descriptive words would be able to do them any justice.

Beautiful, was the word he’d always use.

And he was…gentle, and kind, and smart. You exhale slowly, no longer stiff in your posture. He’s always been so patient with you, even with his occasional sarcastic comment. The perfect Jedi.

Even as a youngling, you’d hear exaggerated stories from Padawans slightly older than you, or, at least, he insisted they were exaggerated. A few years into your training with him, you began to think that maybe the far-fetched stories weren’t so far-fetched after all.

You’re so lucky, younglings would say shortly after you had become his Padawan. After all, Master Kenobi’s previous Padawan was the Chosen One. You’d have to be something special to attract his attention.

And you were lucky. But not for the glory and the awe that sparkled in people’s eyes at the mention of his name. It was for his undivided attention on you, his genuine interest in the things you enjoyed, his efforts to shift your training to aid in what you wanted to specialise in, even if it was wildly different from what he was good at.

Not that there was much he wasn’t good at.

You loved the way he carried himself, not with arrogance or pride (both of which you thought would have been deserved), but with a humble sort of almost shyness. You loved that he pushed to do better, to be better, not for himself but for you and Anakin. You loved the way he conducted himself with people, even those considered to be the lowest of the lows, he treated them with so much respect and kindness.

Perhaps it was just that he was a decent human being, but that didn’t mean you loved him any less.

You loved the way he’d throw in a sharp remark when facing an adversary, or the way he’d stand tall even in the face of-

Hold on.

You loved him.

You loved him. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“What are you thinking about?” Obi-Wan calls from beside you, his voice no louder than a low murmur, and it still makes you flinch. “You’ve grown tense.”

Play dumb. You could do that. Just… blurt out something random and leave it at that, and then you can-

“She seems nice.”

FUCK. Not that fucking dumb oh stars above you were so fucking screwed-

“She… The Duchess?”

“Yeah, your Duchess.” Oh kriffing hells, if you could just. stop. talking.

“Duchess Satine is not my Duchess,” His force signature dips suddenly, as if he’s reeled everything back into himself. It pulls you along with it, and you can no longer pretend that you’re meditating. Not with the way your Master turns to face you, studying your features with a concerned curiosity. You tense up again, keeping your eyes trained on a lone tree, a distance away. There’s a caterpillar crawling on one of the branches, and you focus on that. You can tell that he can tell. He’s always been so good at reading you.

“You…” He starts, but stops himself, straightening and regarding you once again.

“Sometimes I find myself having to meditate more than usual. Even up to a few times a day, if I’m…” Obi-Wan’s gaze flickers down from your eyes for just a split second, a movement so quick he doesn’t even realise he’s done it. “Distracted.”

There’s a stutter in your signature, one you try to hide by slamming up your walls, but the brush of Obi-Wan’s hand against your arm has you faltering. The waves of him approach slowly once again, waiting patiently beside the storm that’s your signature.

“What’s gotten you so tense?” He probes gently, the weight of his hand against your shoulder mirroring the gentle reassuring taps of his signature against yours.

“Do you love her?”

You know what. There’s a ledge. Right there. You could just jump off. If you were dead you wouldn’t be facing this amount of embarrassment.

“...I used to,” Obi-Wan reveals, and his admission surprises himself more than it does you. Not that he wasn’t aware of what the extent of feelings for Satine used to be, but admitting it, out loud? It was something he had never done before.

“Used to?”

“It was a lifetime ago, when I was still a Padawan.”

It’s strange. Neither of you want to continue talking, to keep delving into dark and murky uncharted territory, between the blurred depths of what’s allowed and what’s forbidden. It scares you. It scares him too.

“So… what? You decided to give her up?”

He should say something about the way of the Jedi, that attachments were forbidden, and that had anyone else known, they would’ve expected him to leave Satine. If it were anyone else asking him this, he would’ve said it, accompanied by a deserved lecture on subtlety and manners.

But you’re the exception.

You’d always be his only exception.

So, instead, Obi-Wan says, “The Duchess, while a remarkable woman, has a very different outlook on life than I do, even back then.”

There's a stretch of silence that he feels like he needs to fill. “Besides, it gave me the chance to meet people even more remarkable.”

“Not many people can compare to the Duchess of Mandalore,” You mutter, closing your eyes to block out the sight of him when he gets to his feet.

“No,” Obi-Wan agrees. “Although the Duchess couldn’t come close to comparing to you.”

And with that heart-stopping revelation, he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Focus,” Obi-Wan whispers in your ear, and then he’s gone.

Now you really couldn’t concentrate.

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“Breathe,” Obi-Wan had instructed you, sitting beside your fidgety body with his own long-since perfected form.

It was the second week into your Padawan training, and it had taken Obi-Wan twenty three minutes to get you to sit still. Not including the sixteen minutes it took to get you past the normally three minute walk from library to your room, or the seven minutes it took for you to pad over to him and sit beside him. Not for your lack of trying, Obi-Wan mused, watching you fidget once again.

Your eyes fly open at his words.

“If I stop breathing during meditation will I die?”

Yeah, okay, that one was on him. It takes a lot of control for Obi-Wan not to choke on his overwhelming surprise at your words.

“Meditation can only occur when you stop speaking, little one,” He hints, keeping his posture straight. Thirty two minutes now, he’s been sitting in this position, not meditating, but focused on your wild little signature.

“Oh, yeah,” You concede, shifting again and screwing your eyes shut.

Master Kenobi, the whisper-shout in his head very nearly startles him, and Obi-Wan can’t keep pretending his focus is impeccable. He turns to regard you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. If I stop breathing during meditation, will I die?

Again, to your credit, you weren’t exactly… speaking.

Perhaps that’s why, with a self-indulgent smile, he sends back a quick no.

Okay, you accept happily, shifting again in your seat. Your early days were so much like Anakin’s. Both of you, filled with a curiosity and outlook on the world that only children could view, and it baffled him to no end that both of you viewed him in exactly the same way.

You just accepted everything he said without much thought, readily eager to believe that your Master was always right, because what else could he ever be? It was perhaps that specific period of time during both his Padawans’ training that Obi-Wan was the most stressed. The first few years were the years he felt as though he could disappoint you the most, to fail to protect you and teach you and nurture you.

He didn’t fail. He didn’t even come close. You’d tell him if you could. Anakin would tell him too. But it just wasn’t a conversation Jedis had.

And…there.

You’re not meditating. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to say something, but the words die in his throat when he feels you oh so carefully reach out your signature. He follows along at a distance, careful not to alert you, and he watches as your signature gingerly approaches the plant situated outside your apartment door.

The plant. You were connecting with the plant.

You’re calm, he realises. Nearly ridiculously so, if he didn’t know any better he’d think your signature was that of a fully trained knight. The spurts and bursts and branches that were usually your energy flutter gently down, acting obedient and serene.

It’s… for lack of a better word, beautiful.

So with your thoughts centered around that little plant outside, all Obi-Wan has to do is give you just a little nudge that blocks out all other distractions for you- maybe it’s cheating, but he wants to see what will happen.

And then you’re meditating.

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“It’s the first time I’ve worn a dress!” Swishing the fabrics of the skirt around you, you’re easily entranced by the movement. It’s a pretty dress, courtesy of the Mandalorian court, floaty and airy with barely there off-the shoulder sleeves. It reveals more of you than Jedi robes would ever, but you’re so enraptured with such innocent curiosity that Obi-Wan doesn’t even try to suppress the affectionate smile he gives you.

“You look lovely,” He responds honestly, pushing himself off the couch and taking slow steps towards you.

“I feel like a… like a…” You pause, glancing up from your skirts to fix your eyes on him, mind racing.

“Like a?” Obi-Wan prompts.

“Like a cloud!” You settle for, twirling around as if to emphasise your floaty feeling.

“A cloud?” He confirms, voice laced with amusement. He takes your hand, twirling you around once more through your giggles.

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’re the prettiest cloud I’ve ever seen,” Folding his hand over your own, he steps into your space mid-twirl, his other hand coming to press flat against your back. He doesn’t know what propelled him to do this, to press you against him and pull you into little steps around the room. The giggles he gets from you are enough to diminish any second thoughts he gets, so he hums softly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

Your little impromptu dance session is made to end as quickly as it started, a knock on his door reminding the both of you the reason for such fanciful dressing.

A dinner.

It was exciting to you, as most off-world mission events were, so different from the usual routine of your life on Coruscant. Your excitement is blindingly obvious, and yet Obi-Wan, who’s long since tired of having to accept invitations lest the Jedi be perceived as discourteous, Obi-Wan says nothing at all. He gives you a warm smile and gestures for you to move towards the door.

And oh, what a dinner it was. The food was marvelous, the company a little less so, but the moments you’d glance up at your Master to find him already watching you made up for it. If only he weren’t seated so far away… and so close to the Duchess. You don’t turn your head in their direction again.

Apparently a royal dinner on Mandalore was not just dinner, so after an hour of sitting at a table several seats away from your Master and surrounded by boring politicians, you’re ushered into a ballroom. Several ask for your hand to dance, but you turn them down with a polite smile and even politer excuse. You want to dance, you do. Just… not with them.

Then you see her.

She had changed her dress, and she was gorgeous. Elegant and beautiful and carrying herself with such grace even on the dancefloor, she looked every bit the Duchess she was. You sort of hated her.

“The prettiest, huh?” You mutter bitterly under your breath, taking a moment to try to calm yourself. You take another breath when you turn to face Obi-Wan, expecting his eyes to be on her. Everyone’s eyes were on her.

He’s looking at you.

You immediately curse yourself out for the snide comment, hating that you’ve revealed yourself, your insecurities, that he’s going to admonish you for a silly little comment that just slipped out.

Instead, he holds his hand out towards you, and bends down a little in a bow.

“If I may have this dance, my dear?” The words come out as a low murmur, and even with the loud applause of everyone around you signalling the end of the Duchess’ dance, you hear him perfectly. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re trying impossibly hard to keep your breathing even as you slide your hand into his, letting him lead you to the middle of the dance floor.

It’s strange, you think.

The two of you have been in arguably far closer quarters than you were in now, with a decent amount of space between your bodies, joined only by your hand in his and his other hand on your waist. You’ve trained together, sparred together, been forced into close confines in the middle of missions and on occasion even slept in the same bed together.

Obi-Wan’s grip on your hand tightens, the tips of his fingers skimming up your back and brushing tantalisingly against the skin that’s uncovered by the dress.

No, this… this, in front of a whole room of people from all over the galaxy, this was far more intimate than anything ever before. It’s almost as if you’ve been transported back in time just a couple of hours ago, when it was just him and you in the privacy of your quarters.

“The prettiest,” he confirms, voice low in your ear. Your breath hitches at his statement and all its implications. “It’s not even a competition.”

Good things, as all things do, must eventually come to an end. Obi-Wan guides a slightly tipsy and very giggly you back towards your room, laughing despite himself when you trip over your own two feet. The last thing he wants after a successful mission is for you to get concussed by falling.

He bends and effortlessly sweeps you into your arms, letting you swing your legs in the air. It’s not the first time he’s been in this position with you. Perhaps he’s carried you like this a little too often. His thoughts don’t linger on that topic for long.

You change out of your dress and sit cross-legged in front of him, letting him brush out your hair and pull it back into a braid for you to sleep in, actions so practised that they’re not even spoken about.

And on the floor of your room, discarded almost carelessly at the end of the bed, lay two weapons beside each other, one green, and one blue.

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spookysmujer · 3 years

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Drip, O. Diaz

Summary: A weekend getaway to Sin City with Spooky.

warnings: f l i t h, smut (+18) 🥵

word count: 1.6K

a/n: I have done my far share of Spooky smut, however, this is bringing all my wild fantasies to light. Let us all ask thy Lord for forgiveness with this one. As always, thank you for all the love! Please consider: following the blog, hearting/commenting/reblogging on my content, plus don’t forget to turn on notifs for when something new is posted! Ligera is meant to mean lightweight.

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All you could think of is the feeling of his hands on your body. His breath fanning across your skin and eyes burning into yours. There are no words to describe the buzz running through your veins knowing that you are about to get your shit rocked by Oscar “Spooky” Diaz. In a hotel room, in Sin City.

The night was spent well, the both of you spending it downtown on Fremont street. The bustling crowd and the endless vendors of alcohol had you feeling good all night. As Oscar stopped to get you one of those 48 oz slushie drinks and himself a corona, you noticed the lingers stares some girls would give him. It sparked a little jealousy, but you were quick to remind yourself that he is here with you, miles upon miles away from Freeridge.

He takes a sip from your drink and grins as he hands it to you, “That’s gonna knock you off your ass halfway through, ligera.” You stick your tongue out as you get a taste and roll your eyes back in satisfaction. Oscar takes your hand and you two walk through the crowd.

You can’t help but look at him from time to time. The more you drink, the more your body aches for him. Ligera, as he said before. Once intoxicated, you can get horny real bad. As you two stop for a brief moment, you squeeze your legs together, “Que? Tienes que ir al baño?”

Oscar asks, noticing how one foot crossed over the other. You shake your head and swirl your tongue around the straw before sucking on it. He creases his eyebrows and slightly licks his bottom lip. He stops looking at the graphic tee and steps in front of you. You look up at him, the height difference sticking out like a sore thumb, you crank your head to the side and sip from your drink. His jaw clenched as he watches you lick your lips and step closer to him, your chest against his now.

“I wanna fuck. Take me back to the room.”

The blood is pumping as the two of you head back to rent-a-car, once he leaves the parking lot, you are leant over the middle console, kissing his neck and feeling him through his pants. He is groaning lowly, trying to avoid his eyes rolling back as the sensation of your lips put him in a trance.

By the time you’re in the hotel lobby, Oscar’s neck sports darkening bruises from you and a visibly noticeable tent in his pants, to which you had to stand in front of him til you got to your room. And once you are, you’re laid back on the bed, feeling your legs and opening them to see Oscar is stalking towards you.

He leans down and puts his hands on the side of your head, dipping his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and suckling on the skin. Your hands find the back of his neck and head, eventually moving down his back and finding the hem of his shirt, tugging it to give him the signal you want it of. He sits up for a moment to pull it off and falls back on you, you giggle and wrap your legs on his hips to lock him in.

“You gonna fuck me good?” A hum in response.

Oscar pulls your tube top down, your breasts now exposed and the cool air conditioning has your nipples hardening instantly. He bites his bottom lip as he lays halfway on you and brings his hands to cup your breasts together. His mouth hovers over and he peers up at you as he takes a nipple between his teeth, tugging at it before covering it with his mouth, swirling his tongue on the hardened bud.

A small moan escapes you as he continues his assault on your breast. The low friction has you moving your hips against his body, the desire growing the more he spends time sucking and biting. You tip your head back as your hips buck up, giving him the signal that you want it already.

He sits up to unbuckle his pants which gives you the time to shimmy out of your clothes. You don’t have the patience for foreplay right now, the alcohol had stimulated you enjoy throughout the night already, you’ve got your fingers playing with your heat as you watch him strip completely bare. He strokes himself with one hand as his other motions for you to turn around to give him a view of that culo.

You bite your bottom lip and get on all fours, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you look back, you tease by leaning back then forward, away from him. Your ass jiggles as you move your hips, waiting for him to make a move. He steps closer and grabs your hips to pull you back, resting his hardening member on your bare cheeks, you moan as you move to give it some friction. He lets you do this for a moment longer before guiding his shaft through your slick folds, an audible gasp escapes you when you feel his cock rub against your clit.

He can feel your body jolt. You mewl as he continues to do so for a moment or two longer, you’re about to complain when his tip begins to tease your entrance, you push back until he is fully seethed snug inside of you. The feeling takes over your entire body, you can feel every nerve lit on fire. It’s when he pulls nearly all the way out but then suddenly back in that you groan and let your face fall into the sheets. Oscar begins a pace, with his fingers digging into your hips.

The santo knows exactly what he’s doing as he watches the way your booty ripples like waves as your bodies meet in the middle. The faint sound of your skin slapping together is drowned out by the sound of your moan now, “Fuuuuck, harder.”

As your wish is his command. He reaches to grab your wrists to hold behind you back, holding them so you can’t go anywhere as his pace begins to pick up. The harsh slapping noise is like music to your ears. You turn your face to look towards the closet as its doors are mirrors. You watch as Oscar’s face contorts the more he watches himself go in and out of you. You close your eyes for a moment when he lets go of you and pulls out.

Oscar wanted to enjoy this moment to its full capacity. He steps over to his duffel bag and pulls out the bottle of coconut oil that he packed in hopes Sin City would get nasty and Freeridge knows Oscar Diaz can turn hopes and dreams into reality real quick.

He steps back behind you, still in the same position, pops the cap open and squeezes it gently onto your bosom. “Hmm.” You hum as he sets the bottle down and rubs the oil into your skin, your ass glistening under the light as resume his previous assault on your mound seconds earlier.

The oil is spread completely on your skin, Oscar even massages some of it to your lower back. His fingers slip around as he grips your hips again, entering himself into your slick sex. He groans out loud, letting his eyes close while his tips back. You’re putting in more work by throwing it back for him.

As if this moment can’t get any better Oscar thumb starts toying with another hole of yours. You moan as the pleasure of it takes you by surprise. Your experience with anal hasn’t exactly been much but Oscar knows that you aren’t foreign to it. He can feel your body stiffen when he pushes his thumb slightly in. When he feels that you’ve relaxed he begins to thrust into you again.

And before you know it, you are releasing. Moaning and shuddering, your walls squeezing him like vice. “Oh fuck.” You cry out as continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He feels his own coil snap and he pulls out and strokes himself before his seed spurts onto your shining butt.

He grabs his cock and slaps it on your ass a few times before taking it and pushing himself into your warm cunt. You gasp as the sensitivity, the both of you do. He thrusts a few times, not being able to ignore the sensitivity though he wanted another go at you.

“You get what you want?” Oscar asks as he lays a smack on your ass before stepping away. You smirk and grab the towel he flew besides you. “More than so. Didn’t know you had that coconut oil in there though.”

Oscar laughs and hoists the duffel bag on the bed. He opens the zipper and you step forward while wiping your behind off. Your eyes widen as you see he has an array of sex toys, including a few glass anal plugs, hand cuffs and belts along with multiple bottles of lubes.

When you look up at him to say something, nothing but a squeak comes out. He grins and steps forward to give you an open mouth kiss. He steps back towards the door and grabs the ice bucket on the bedside table, he looks at it before looking at you, “We ain’t done, gotta get one more thing before we continue.”

What happens in Vegas, well… the entire 19th floor knows.

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jameui · 3 years

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SPECIAL PRESENT 2

Requested

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Jung Yunoh x College Student!M!Reader (featuring: Bestfriend!Lee Jeno)

GENRE: Fluff, Smut

WARNINGS: Unprotected intercourse, huge age gap, a lot of IMPORTANT flashbacks (i think), daddy kink, sex toys, overstimulation

SUMMARY: You were a striving student in Resonance High and had perfect records. Besides your devotion to your education, you were also gifted with a talent. All these stuffs making your sugar daddy, Jaehyun, proud of you, so he decided to give you a night you won't forget.

He gave Jeno an acknowledging nod for looking out for you for him and carried your smaller body with your legs wrapped around his waist like you were an eight year old. "You asleep, baby?" You buried your head on the crook of his neck and shook them 'no'. "Alright. Cause I don't want dinner going to waste." He made you giggle while you hugged his body tighter that were hanging over his shoulders.

He pulled the door to the passenger's seat and gently seats you down on the comfy chair. He closed the door for you before moving to his side of the car. The driver's. He got inside and made himself comfortable, just as you were putting on your seatbelt. "Are we good to go?"

"Yeap. I'm starving already." You said patting your tummy.

He chuckled with his deep voice that you always find so hot and fascinating. "Were you practicing 'til the late night, again?" He asked you, concern lingering on the tone of his voice.

"Yeah. I stayed with Jeno, though. He was a better mentor, in full honesty." You pouted. "Ah, right. The mentor told me I made him proud." You said like a puppy who was complimented by their owner.

"He did, huh?" He said, before he raised his hand from the steering wheel and patted your head. "I'm more proud of you." You smiled and felt all your insides go giddy as you wiggled cutely on your seat.

You drove through houses and past buildings before you arrived at the older man's house. You were in your first year of college when you ran away from your family's house and moved to a more far off place, somewhere they wouldn't be able to track you down. To support yourself, you rented a room in a boarding house, but had to eventually leave due to you having not enough money to pay for the rent. You tried so hard looking for a job and you did, but it didn't last long. Although, you were paid a good amount of money that helped you with your house renting and food. Of course, you found a very unstable job again, but was fired for your poor performance. Yet again, you were forced to leave the the place you rented and even thought of actually working at a gay bar. Not until you stumbled upon, your now bestfriend, Jeno who offered you a shared room with him in his apartment, which you gladly took.

Jeno was one of your coworkers that you never really got to interact with, so seeing now that he's your roommate, you had to eventually get to know him more and you two grew closer together, becoming the best of friends that you two are now. It was quite coincidental that you two were studying at the same university, so it was a shock for the both of you. You two were roommates 'til the end of your first year, when you met Jaehyun on that faithful day, who was generous enough to invite you to live under the same roof as him. At first, you were very hesitant, but with the agreement he had set between you two, who were you to refuse? Like you said before, you were only up for it because of the money and pleasure.

"Daddy?" You called out to him. In the agreement, you were free to call him anything you wanted if you two were in public, but when it's just the two of you, that nickname should be the one used AND only that. He hummed in reply as his eyes never left the rear view mirror, parking the car in the garage. "Do you ever... er, I know it's a very unnecessary question, but..." You chuckled with hurt on your voice. "... Do you ever get tired of me?"

Jaehyun didn't say anything after he had parked the car. You two only sat there, Jaehyun turning the car engine off, then sighed. "Baby, listen." You were once about to speak again, but he cut you off. "I want to tell you something." The tone in his voice made your heart beat faster, more scared than that recent experience at the dance studio. He held your hand, your eyes falling on them before trailing them up to Jaehyun's who was looking deeply into your E/c orbs. "Don't think of it badly, but a few days into the relationship, I really did thought I wish I shouldn't have met you."

And there it goes. The heartbreak you had always deserved, but his hold on your hand never loosened, rather it tightened and his eyes softening when he noticed your eyes start to prick with tears. "I said, don't think badly about it, M/n."

"How could I not when you're literally breaking my heart?!"

"Baby, let me explain." Jaehyun told you, you letting out a huff.

"Then, explain and if you want to end all this, then just say so. I don't want to get my hopes up." You whined and crossed your arms.

Jaehyun chuckled. "Before I met you, I was always on my desk. Every single day, thinking of nothing, but only work." You side eyed him and huffed, again. "But, now that you're here, you're the only person filling up that space in my mind. All I could ever think of was you and only you. Your smile, your sweet giggles, the way your voice sounded so angelic when you sing, everything about you spiraled in my head, neverending." He softly told you, putting a hand on your thighs that was clothed with the long pants you wore. "You never came to me as just a responsibility anymore. You were my top, number 1, only priority. Now, I regret ever thinking like that."

"Stop, you're gonna make me cry." You shoved your hand on his face to shut him up, to which the older resorted to tickling you. You bursted into fits of laughter not stopping until you two were finally out of breathe. Your eyes locked with each other, your chest heaving up and down, Jaehyun still yet to stop from his chuckling. Once his chuckling died down, you couldn't contain it in yourself anymore and hungrily pressed your lips on his, moving to his side of the car to straddle his thighs.

Jaehyun was taken by surprise from your sudden action, but replied quite faster than you thought. His hands slid down to your ass, kneading it through your pants making you moan in pleasure, Jaehyun using this as a chance to slip his tongue inside your wet cavern mixing his saliva with yours as he danced with your tongue, taking dominance very easily.

His hands went further up your body, sending tingles down your spine making you shudder in your place. He pulled away from your lips, a string of a transparent liquid connecting both of you, whilst his dark brown eyes gazing at you with nothing, but lust deep within those orbs that stared into your soul. "You look so sexy, baby." He told you, before he sloppily placed wet kisses on your jaw, down to your neck making sure to leave hickeys that will be visible for days. The contact of his soft lips on your skin made you sigh shakily from the pleasure he was giving you. He caressed your soft skin from under your large shirt and found its way up to your erect nipples that he always fondly played with whenever you found yourselves in this same exact situation.

An unconscious loud, high pitched noise came out of your mouth, Jaehyun swelling with pride as he smirked, teeth grazing the supple flesh of your neck. "D-daddy.. Mmnh~" You hummed out in pleasure, your hands tangling themselves on Jaehyun's unkempt hair, your head completely empty, but the thought of how the man made you feel so good. "Daddy~"

The way the nickname rolled out your tongue in a very sensual way, earned you a growl from the older male before he bit on that sensitive part of your skin making you scream out a loud moan. He licked on that same area, sucking on it while doing so. Your eyes were half lidded when you felt something under you poke your thighs. He was hard.

Teasingly, you traced your fingers over his clothed member and played with the tip to drive him over the edge. "Stop teasing, baby boy. You know what happens to bad boys, right?" He whispered seductively into your ears, his hot breathe hitting your skin briefly, a minty scent filling your nose.

"Yes, daddy." You nodded your head meekly.

"That's a good boy. Now get to work." He ordered you as you moved back towards your seat in a kneeling position and ducking down to become face to face with the male's crotch. Even from now, you still couldn't get over the fact how he was so huge and how long his dick was. You were still yet to learn how this will fit inside of you. "Come on, baby. Time's a wasting."

You nodded your head submissively and reached over the waistband of his sweatpants and peeled them off only to discover that he was bare on the inside, his sweatpants the only thing that kept his bottom half covered. "Did you expect this to happen, daddy?" You smirked, placing kitten licks on the tip of his semi-erect cock. "You're so hot, daddy." You said, looking up at him while you rested your head on his thighs.

"Baby, please." He begged of you, eyes furrowing.

You smirked before you trailed a small lick from his balls up to his tip, making Jaehyun groan throughout the time he entangled in his hand a fistful of your hair. You can't help, but let a moan slip past your tongue as you continued to place kisses on the head of his cock. You glanced up at him only to see him viewing you with so much lust in his eyes. You understood this as a sign to stop your teasing and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock taking in only a few inches that you could fit into your mouth, using your tongue that sent shivers down Jaehyun's spine as he groaned from the pleasure you gave him.

But, this time, you wanted to make him feel better. You wanted to know how far you can go. You were determined to exert yourself to your maximum limit, so you took all of his cock into your mouth, not even bothering how much you choked around his dick when he reached further down your throat. Upon this, Jaehyun howled. He didn't expect you to take him whole, since you were basically only playing with the head of his member, so this was rather unexpected. "That's right, baby. Make daddy feel good."

You helped yourself first to fully adjust to his size, swallowing around him that made your throat tighten causing to send pleasure through Jaehyun's nerves making him groan out in pleasure, hissing out cusses that made your ego swell with pride as you started to bob your head painfully slowly for Jaehyun's liking.

Occasionally you would look up at Jaehyun who had his head tilted backwards, eyes shut, sighing from the familiar sensation you gave him while he let you do your work. He would take his head back down to you, to peer over you who sucked on his dick like it was a lollipop. "Fuck, baby. Faster."

You followed his command and went a little faster, earning a groan from the lust filled male as he started to guide your head. You stilled yourself, giving him the signal that he can go at his own pace. And so he did. But, you didn't expect that he'd fuck your mouth at a very rough pace.

You held onto his thighs to balance yourself, your eyes rolling back from how much you felt good with just your mouth getting fucked by Jaehyun. The older male grunted and laughed darkly whispering a few curses, letting out chains of groans and sighs that he couldn't help from passing his lips.

His pace didn't stop from increasing its speed, until it became an animalistic pace that made tears fall from your eyes, face reddening at how much stimulation he had put on your mouth. "Fuck, fuck! Baby, your mouth feels so good!"

He peeked over you and saw your eyes staring back at him, as you felt his dick grow bigger in size from inside your mouth. Your eyes were both locked together as he continued to buck his hips inhumanely inside your mouth. "M/n~ Ah~" He moaned out your name, but he was still not near to reaching his climax as he continued to let himself fuck your mouth. You were sure your throat will be sore the day after, but you could careless. This felt like heaven to you and you didn't want anything to stop you.

He finally stopped his harsh movements, letting you move at a pace you can handle. You used your tongue to swirl around his cock, making Jaehyun hiss, knitting his eyebrows causing the small creases on his forehead to appear. "Hah..."

To drive him over the edge more, you continued to suck on the sensitive part of his cock, which was the tip that was now leaking with precum. You slid your tongue over the slit of the bulbous tip of his dick, tasting the saltiness of the juice he produced with your help.

He was so over his head, that he let out a loud curse when his phone started ringing. "Don't stop, baby." You complied, his hand intertwining with the strands of your hair. You repeated the routine and got no reaction from the older male, but you can clearly see that he was just trying to restrain himself from letting out a moan. Feeling challenged, you bobbed your head up and down on his dick going faster and faster each time his tip hit the back of your throat.

Jaehyun, who was still on his phone, smirked down at you at how needy you are for his attention. So, he placed his hands back to your hair and singlehandedly pushed you you even further that made you let out a choked out gasp, but gradually grew accustomed to it, after he gave your head one final push, burying his dick inside your mouth thick spurts of his cum travelling down your throat, some dripping down your mouth. He thrusted a few more times to ride out his high before he let you pull away with a loud pop.

He finally hung up the call and caressed your cheeks, leaning in to whisper. "You did great, baby." He smiled down at you and that's how you eventually fell asleep, forgetting about the dinner that Jaehyun had prepared for the both of you.

Nonetheless, Jaehyun fixed himself up and carried you to his room. He laid you down on the soft mattress of the bed, pulling the sheets over your body before he gives your forehead a small lingering kiss. "Sweet dreams, my little angel." He said, then got up to to turn the lights off, happily watching you sleep one last time, before he went downstairs to finish his work.

The morning after, just as expected, you felt a sting on your throat every time you swallowed or even talk making your voice sound hoarse from the sore throat you were having. Jaehyun kept on apologizing, even though you kept on telling him that it was alright and that it wasn't his fault, but he still insisted and promised you to cook your favorite meal for dinner. Knowing the taller male, you knew there was no way around this, so you just gave in and nodded your head. He was also kind enough to let you hide his bite mark.

"I didn't know your voice could go that deep." Jeno teased you, poking the side of your ribs.

You slapped his hands away. "Fuck you." Your voice came out airy and raspy, sound almost like a broken croak, making you sigh. "Gah... I feel like I shouldn't have—ah—done that a day before the performance." You said, wincing when you felt that rising pain on your throat as you rubbed them to try and ease the sting that was fucking killing you.

"Guess, it's good that I don't do the sucking." Jeno chuckled that made you widen your eyes.

"Who—"

"Lee fucking Jeno. AH!" A rather harsh sounding voice, emitted from behind the said male, taking his attention before he smiled.

"Nana! You came!" Jeno opened his arms and ran to the boy, but he was pushed away by him making Jeno pout.

"Shut the fuck up, Jeno." He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "You gave me this sore throat." He glared at Jeno. "And, of course I came. After you fucking threatened me to—"

"Yeah, yeah. That's enough, Jaemin." Jeno said, covering the person's mouth. Jeno took his hand back as quick as lightning, when Jaemin licked on the palm of his hand, a smirk forming on his face. "Gross!"

Jeno was wiping his hands when you rolled your eyes and held a hand at Jaemin for him to shake. "M/n. L/n M/n. A 'friend' of my friend, is a friend of mine. Nice to meet you." You greeted him, Jaemin chuckling at the same exact situation you were in.

"What a top, huh?" Jaemin said, before he shook your hand. "Na Jaemin. Pleased to meet you." He smiled at you while Jeno pulled both your hands away from each other.

"HEY!"

"No. Just no!" Jeno told you both, while knitting your brows in confusion at him. "Jaemin. You're only mine."

"Of course, he's yours. I don't plan on taking him away from you. I just want to be friends." You said in reply to Jeno's statement who pouted. "Besides, I'm not as handsome as you, Jeno, so I can't compete with you."

"I don't mind cute boys." Jaemin crossed his arms, teasing Jeno and probably you, as well as a blush started to paint your cheeks.

"HEY!" Jeno yelled at Jaemin who rolled his eyes before he gave you a wink and walked off. Jeno glared at you and narrowed his eyes. "Mine. Jaemin's mine."

"Then, take him. Geez Luis, Jeno. I already have my own." You stuck your tongue out at him before you went to the studio to change into the costume you were to wear. You waited for your turn, a makeup stylist approaching you to put make up on you. "Oh." You said and the stylist just smiled and started to dab foundation onto your face that matched your skin tone. She gave you a small amount of blush on, giving you an eyeliner and a dark brown eyeshadow to give your eyes a fiery look to match the concept of your performance.

She immediately packed her things up and moved to another student, you giving her a bow as she left. "Wow, look at you. I didn't even recognize it was you." Jeno teased with his arms crossed across his chest.

You gave him a smile and fiddled with you fingers. "I'm actually feeling really scared right now. But, mostly, I can feel the adrenaline rush running through my veins that I could just scream and run out the stage and dance!" You said in glee, until you realized that you had forgotten telling Jaehyun about your performance. "Oh, no. Da—Jaehyun! I forgot to tell him." You groan and checked your pockets for your phone and remembered you left it at home, since you were to excited to even check yourself. You dejectedly sat down on a chair and whimpered.

"He'll be there, M/n. I can tell." Your mentor told you, when he heard your complaints about forgetting to tell Jaehyun, and you immediately lit up and hugged the person.

"Thank you!" You expressed your gratitude, getting the idea of what he meant. You pulled away from him with a wide smile glued stuck to your face.

"Now, you both need to get changed. The opening's 'bout to start." You and Jeno nod your head and went straight to the wardrobe to get change, seeing only two outfits left on the line.

"Just in time." Their dress stylist both gave them what seemed to be like their costumes that was kept inside a black plastic case with a zipper that attached the layer together.

You made your way to the dressing room, one for you and the other for Jeno. You fit yourself just right into the clothes they have assigned for you to wear. You looked at yourself in the mirror and was shocked to see how good you looked on these clothes you're wearing.

You were fit into a maroon loose silk long sleeved polo, the vertical front of the shirt that attaches it together was replaced with laces that stitched around the holes of your clothes' button hole. The sleeves of your polo went further down, just below your wrist, avoiding it from falling by securing it with a button on the hem of the sleeves. For your lower half, you were given tight fitting slack pants that accentuated the size of your bubble butt with your polo neatly tucked inside the waist of your pants. The length of your pants stopped exactly by your ankle, exposing that uncovered area, the wind tickling your ankles. You wore a closed black shoes that complimented the look. You also wore a display lip ring and earring that completed your look, your whole self changing right before your eyes. The gullible and fun you was no longer there, instead it was replaced with a much more unknown version of yourself.

"Damn, I look fine as fuck." You told yourself as you checked yourself out on the mirror that was placed in the dressing room. "Woah..." You said, tracing your fingers on the outline of your ass.

"M/n. You done in there? We're almost up." Jeno's voice called from the busky studio that snapped you from your thoughts and came out of the dressing room. Jeno's head turn to look at you taking in your new look with a lip bite and a whistle. "Damn, bro. You look so hot."

"Thanks, I guess." You giggled, blushing shyly.

A few more compliments later and your group was being called to move to the venue and be at the backstage to prepare. You just stuck to Jeno the whole time going back to the routine a few times to practice and perfect the dance. Jeno was a good friend to the point where he would always be there by your side whenever you needed him. Even at this time, he never left your side and helped calm you down by offering a bubblegum to you, your mind thinking about nothing, but focusing on chewing the gum. Jeno would always initiate a talk with you making you laugh all the time whenever he made faces or make jokes that weren't even funny making it hard for you not to laugh at.

But, it seemed like all Jeno's work went immediately down the gutter when you felt your nervousness come back at once, when the emcee of the opening program started to introduce you to the stage.

Loud cheers and a round of applause were heard as you made your way to the very spacious stage of the place. Your eyes fell to the crowd, feeling yourself break into cold sweat from all the nervousness you felt. It was too heavy that you couldn't—"Daddy?" You smiled when you saw Jaehyun in the crowd and waved his hand at you when you saw your eyes that was happily looking at him. You subtly waved your hand back at him, to which he smiled at, those deep dimples appearing for you.

You got into your position, which consisted of you lying down on the floor, with your right leg folded up, your knee raised up. You had a cutted satin fabric in your back pocket as a prop for yours and Jeno's solo later. You put your hands over your eyes, as a part of your starting position.

Soon, the music started booming through the speakers and you felt your body get trapped to the rhythm of the song as you felt your hands and legs get overtook by the music as you started to gracefully dance to each beat of the song. Jaehyun, with his phone, proudly deciding to film your whole performance.

The first and second half of the song was just your group synchronized dancing to the choreography of what your mentor had taught you and you leading some part of the dance, until the song made a huge turn to a very sensual groove that had only you and Jeno left on the stage. Your solo, with your partner, Jeno, started and everyone in the crowd whistled and gasped, including Jaehyun who felt a little jealous that it wasn't him with you on that stage.

You started with a freestyle by grinding your hips on the cold newly polished floor of the stage, before you were joined by Jeno who stealthily took the fabric from your pocket and slowly wrapped it around your source of vision. He took your chin to turn your head and face him. One hand, not too tightly held the blindfold up only enough, so it doesn't fall, while the other held the back of your neck turning both of you around, so your back faced the audience and he faced the crowd, smirking before he leaned in close to you and staged to make it look like he bit on your neck, then removing the blindfold from your eyes. Then, ending the performance with you falling down to the floor acting lifeless, while Jeno pretended to wipe his lips.

The audience broke into loud claps and shouting out praises in chorus, while Jeno helped you up to your feet giving him a silent thanks and bowed at the people who was watching your performance. You two walked out of the stage and was greeted with hugs from the students feeling like they made a very big accomplishment from how you made the performance very eye catching. "M/n! You were so great out there!"

"Thanks. Jeno helped me a lot." You said, nudging the older, who only chuckled.

"M/n." Jaehyun's voice grabbed your attention, holding his arms out as he smiled at you. You gave him a wide smile and ran to him hugging him with all your might.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you." You voiced out apologetically, pushing your bottom lip forward into a pout and looked up at him. "Sorry, Jaehyun."

"It's okay, baby." He replied, before leaning into your ear. "Because I'm hoping you kept your promise and that's why I have a surprise for you."

You knew what he meant by that, the reason why you were blushing with your eyes wide open. "I.. er.. Yes, yes." You said, playfully punching on his chest. A week prior to today, you had promised to Jaehyun that if you're performance was successful, you'd finally let him pop your cherry, that's why you're blushing so profusely.

"Then, be ready. I'll be seeing you tonight." He whispered one last time before he kissed your cheeks and excused himself since he was still expected at his work.

The whole day, all you could ever think of was what his surprise was and how he would be able to fit his huge dick inside your ass. It was too impossible, you thought, but you were already feeling just as desperate as the older male. You wanted to know how he felt inside you, how he would fuck you 'til the daylight, how he would break your mind and fuck you until you forget your own name. Just the thought of it made you go crazy as you slapped your cheeks and sighed. "Fuck..."

You felt a presence sat themself beside you giving a loud sigh. "So, I'm guessing you're gonna stay up whole night, huh?" It was Jaemin.

You whipped your head at him and looked at him like he was some type of witch or future teller. "How'd you..."

"Gut feeling." Jaemin said.

You didn't know what you signed up for in that time, until today.

It was currently quarter to seven and you were now at the front of the doorstep, not even bothering to say a word. You could only blink your eyes several times, swallowing the large lump that formed in your throat. You let out a deep breathe and was about to put your hand on the knob when the door let out a soft creak and caught sight of Jaehyun who was dressed in nothing, but his boxer shorts. Your hands didn't left the air as you continued to stare up at him, before your eyes fell down his toned abs that were nothing compared to your flabby stomach. "M/n, baby! You're just in time." He smiled at you, but you were still as nervous as ever. Your eyes never left from taking in the view right in front of your eyes, admiring how much his body was so sexy, licking your lips as your eyes fell down his shorts. "M/n."

Your head snapped up towards him, finally out of your train of thoughts. "Yes, daddy?"

"I left your present on the bed, baby. Go check it out." He told you as you did what you were told and moved upstairs to your shared bedroom and saw a pink colored paper bag on top of the bed. You looked at Jaehyun hesitantly, who gave you a smirk and nodded his head up once to the bag to tell you that you should open it. So, you did. And didn't expect to see all sorts of 'toys' inside them.

"D-daddy... these all are..." You managed to let out, these only few words getting the chance to leave your mouth. Your hands trembled, not because you were scared, mainly because you can already feel yourself start to melt and the desperation to just submit to him already.

You felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around you loosely, Jaehyun's hot breathe hitting your neck. He pressed his lips down to your neck and placed kisses that trailed down to your exposed shoulder due to the large shirt you wore that was barely hanging on your shoulders. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck as he started to nip on the skin. "Fuck, baby boy." He whispered into your ear, licking your lobe making you sigh in pleasure, as he started to grind his hard on against your ass.

"Ah... daddy.." You moaned out from the feeling of his clothed member on your butt.

He never ceased his movements until he saw your hands still holding onto the bag, his smirk growing wider. "I'll let you pick two, baby and it'll be our special tool for tonight. How's that sound?" He seductively asked you, his lips grazing the back of your ear.

You weakly nodded your head and checked the contents of the paper bag. You were too clouded with the thought of getting pleasured by the older man that you took out whatever you could take in your hand. The chosen items made Jaehyun smirk. "Good choice, baby boy." He moved away from you, already missing the heat his body radiated against yours. He took the bag away from the bed and threw it somewhere in the corner of the room and took the toys you had in your hand. "I gotta say, you have good taste, M/n." He said. "Strip." His voice fell an octave deeper making your knees buckle from his dominating demeanor.

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