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birthday girl pt. 2 | v.v

now it’s ville’s turn (pt. 1 here!)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, slight overstimulation, oral (f. receiving)

word count: 4.7k

a/n: hope that part 2 lives up to standard :) now that i finished this, i swear to god i’m going to start working on all the messages i have in my inbox!

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666

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When you both relaxed to take a break in bed, a half an hour turned into a full hour and then some when Ville immediately started 'resting his eyes' after that, but you didn't mind. You’d more than expected him to do so, and it actually gave you some time to drink some champagne without the bottomless pit sleeping against you turning it into a drinking competition.

However, eventually he did stir, and as soon as he noticed the bottle of champagne sitting between your legs and the glass in your hand, he was suddenly out of bed. You watched him get up and stretch his arms high over his head with muted amusement.

"How're you feeling?" The robe was loose enough at his chest to where you could see the now-dark red marks that spanned his neck and chest, and you could only imagine how he was going to react to the sight when he eventually saw himself in the mirror. He reached out and grabbed the champagne bottle from between your legs, taking a long swig once he had it in his hand.

"Horny." He replied with a full mouth as soon as he was done (once again) hogging the bottle. You sat up onto your knees and snatched it back from him, pointing to his glass on his nightstand with an unimpressed look.

"Have some class for my birthday." You requested sourly, holding the bottle away when he tried to make multiple grabs for it before he caved and grabbed his glass for you to fill.

"I'm being as classy as I can. I have clothes on." He defended himself, as if that was an insurmountable task that he'd accomplished. You snorted at that, leaning in to give him a kiss with your hand resting on his side as he fished the bottle out of your other hand.

"That doesn't count. You're wearing a robe." You pointed out, reaching up to smooth his hair down where it was sticking up all over the place. He kissed you back, shifting his glass to the hand that was holding the bottle so that he could cup the back of your head and deepen said kiss.

"I think you should go get into the other one. I want to unwrap something, too." He suggested coyly, trying to entice you with the idea as his lips dipped to kiss softly at your neck. You smiled as you continued to smooth down his hair before he pulled away and motioned to where the other robe was hanging on the door. "Put that on and I'll give you a birthday massage."

That was a trick, because Ville's massages were never really massages, but you slid off the bed and danced your happy ass right over to grab the robe anyway. You dipped into the bathroom to keep the surprise while you listened to him drop down on the bed to undoubtedly finish off the bottle of champagne, stripping down completely before slipping the robe on and tying it tight around you because you knew the first thing he was going to do was try to 'subtly' pull it loose.

"Alright. Happy?" You teased as you came back out of the bathroom, holding your arms open to show off the robe that was a bit too big for you before twirling around so that he could see the whole thing. He was in fact sitting in bed drinking the last of the champagne bottle (from a glass, thankfully), but he set the glass down as soon as he saw you.

"Fucking ecstatic. Lie down." He motioned to the bed next to himself, and you rolled your eyes as you came around the side to do exactly that, only to be stopped by his hand on your shoulder when you tried to drop down onto your stomach. He had a sly grin on his face as he shook his head. "On your back."

"Ville, do you know how a massage works?" You asked dryly, crossing your arms where he was still keeping you from lying down. He nodded and pushed you to lie down on your back like he'd requested, sitting up as he did so.

"This is a birthday massage. It's different." He insisted, watching you move to lie in the middle of the bed just as he stood up with poorly-concealed hunger in his eyes. "It's a gift. Shut up and accept it."

This fucking man.

"Oh, thank you, my darling love of my life. You're always such a sweetheart." You replied sarcastically, relaxing in the indent Ville had created in the sheets and watching him kneel at your feet at the end of the bed before he brought said feet into his lap.

"Thank you, darling. I know." He confirmed, starting to press his thumbs into the arch of your foot and letting his eyes fall glued to the hem of the robe where it had raised due to your elevated leg. "Have I ever told you how glad I am that your mama pushed you out?"

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" You asked just for the sake of hearing him talk, letting out a soft pleasured sigh because even though it wouldn't last long, he really did give good foot massages. He lifted your leg considerably further then, beginning to press kisses to your ankle and, in turn, basically giving up his massage ruse.

"There is not a single thing on this earth that I love the way I love you. She gave me the gift of the air I need to breathe." As he spoke those incredibly heartstring-pulling words, he nipped gently at your calf, eyes holding yours as he kissed and bit at your skin. You grinned hard, unable to stop yourself as you reveled in his sweet compliments.

"Give me a kiss." You requested, holding your arms out to him and losing all care for what he did as long as you had him in your arms. You could tell he was pleased with how fast you'd abandoned the massage idea, and he immediately stretched to lay out over you, holding himself up on his elbows as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"It feels unfair for me to get anything from you today after all you already give me." He mumbled, kissing you again as you wrapped your legs loosely around his hips. You blew out a scoff, pushing a hand past his half-open robe to rest on his warm chest.

"Don't think like that. It's not a competition." You reassured him, barely able to get your sentence out as he continued to interrupt you with sloppier and sloppier kisses to your lips. "Now stop moping and unwrap your present."

He looked borderline giddy to do so, and he regrettably pulled out of your arms before scooting back so that he could take you in completely with his hands resting gently on your spread legs just under the hem of the robe.

"You're so beautiful." He crooned as his fingers found the tie of your robe, nimbly undoing it before he was slowly peeling it open with his lips parted. Once he had it fully open, he ran his hands up your legs, pushing them open and then moving further upwards. He then began to massage your hips, eyes finding yours as you grinned.

"Oh. So this is just a massage?" You asked innocently, rubbing your feet up his thighs as his hands moved up to massage your ribs. He bit at his lip as his hands moved up even further to palm your tits, still massaging as his eyes stayed glued to where your legs were spread.

"If a massage makes you that wet, then sure." He said coyly, his thumbs circling your nipples slowly and pulling a soft moan out of you in the process.

"Ville." You whined, impatience and arousal swimming in your brain as his hands continued to massage your tits. His robe was still on, and you wanted nothing more than to peel it off of him like he had done with yours. He smirked.

"What, my love?" He acted like he didn't know what he was doing, his hands moving away from your tits and then back to your hips again. You visibly begged him with your eyes when he finally looked back up from your pussy, arching your back slightly into his touch.

"Fuck me. You're not allowed to tease." You reminded him as you slipped your arms out of the robe before opening them to him. He rolled his eyes, shushing you softly before he was untying his robe again and pushing it off his shoulders to let it fall off the end of the bed. You licked your lips at the sight of his cock where it had grown hard once again, legs wrapping a little tighter around him as he moved to drape himself over you.

"You want my cock, sweetheart? Is that why you're whining so much?" He cooed, slipping a hand between you before his fingers found your clit and began to rub slowly in circles.

"It's my birthday." You pouted, whining on purpose so that he'd hurry up and fuck you. He chuckled as your hands moved to hold his face, his lips dipping down to press to your forehead with his hair tickling your face.

"Well then I'd be evil not to fuck the birthday girl, wouldn't I?" He then gave you a soft kiss, his fingers on your clit pulling a soft moan out of you as he pulled back just far enough to look into your eyes. "What do you want, darling? I'll give you anything you ask for."

A dangerous game to play, but you were going to accept his offer in your own way regardless of whether he liked it or not.

"...can I call you daddy?" You gave him your most convincing smile then, because you knew that was a request that hardly ever got indulged, and as soon as his fingers stilled on your clit out of exasperated surprise, you shot to defend yourself. "Please! Just this once! You said anything, and I won't ask you again!"

"I could eat your pussy until you can't take it any more and fuck you until you can't speak, but that's what you want, of all things." Ville looked less than impressed, but he thankfully resumed circling his fingertips over your clit as he looked at you incredulously. "Seriously?"

"Please. I'll love you forever." You cooed, running your fingers through his hair where your hands had still been holding his face. He snorted, dipping down to press a kiss to your lips before he withdrew his hand.

"Fine. And you'd still love me forever even if I made you call me master of all." He muttered, failing to avoid your kisses all over his face. As he spoke, you were already a step ahead of him, and you reached between the both of you to slowly stroke his cock, having no more patience for waiting after being subjected to the deliciously erotic sight of him falling apart under your touch for so long. He let out a low groan, the way his hips jerked telling you that he might've still been at least a little sensitive. "Flip the fuck over. Now."

Once again, best birthday present ever.

You happily obliged his request, letting him sit up off you before you flipped over. You had been intending to arch down with your ass in the air for him, but his hand instead pressed you flat into the mattress by your lower back, leaving you pressed flush down on your stomach with him straddling your legs. You could feel the slick tip of his cock against your ass, and you grinned happily against the pillow.

"Fuck, I want your cock in me so bad, daddy." You whimpered, heart racing in your chest as he ran his hands from your ass all the way up your back with his thumbs pressing into your muscles. Yeah. Totally a massage.

"Then be a good girl and shut up." His hands then slipped down to peel your thighs apart just slightly, and then he was pushing deep inside of you without further warning. You inhaled sharply at the stretch of him in you as he gave you a second to adjust, your whole body shivering. "What's got your pretty pussy this wet, hm?"

"You." Just as you spoke, he started to roll his hips, and your breath caught completely in your throat at the deep stretch of his cock pulling out of you before pushing even further in again as his thrusts smoothed out. He tutted.

"Try that again." He said coyly, a gentle groan falling from his lips as his hands moved to grip your ass tightly. You spluttered, having a hard time forming words as his hips began to quicken considerably. He was clearly taking 'fuck me hard' very seriously, and you could tell you were fucking in for it.

"You, daddy. Feels so fucking good." You gasped after a moment of trying to find your voice, gripping at the white comforter where your arms were crossed underneath your head. Your head was spinning with adoration over this whole moment just as it had been when you'd been sitting in Ville's lap with him begging and whimpering underneath you, but it was worse now as he fucked you mercilessly from behind. You already felt like you were seeing stars, and he'd barely been inside you for a minute yet. "I love you."

"I love you too. I wish I could show you how beautiful you look right now, darling." Ville cooed, his hands skating back up to your back before he was putting his weight into them and then using the leverage to slam into you harder. "You can cum as many times as you fucking want."

Ville never stopped making you wonder how you had ended up with someone so perfect in every sense of the word. You were going to remember this birthday for a fucking lifetime, and you were cooped up in some random hotel in the middle of Prague that you would never remember the name of.

You were moaning loudly with every brush of his tip against your sweet spot, and where he usually would've shushed you (or grabbed your throat so that you had to be quiet) due to the fact that you were sharing a wall with Mige and Gas, he only cooed for you to keep going.

When you felt him shift suddenly, you opened your eyes and turned your head just enough to see that he had leaned forward enough to grab the headboard in front of the both of you with both hands, and you only had a split second to comprehend his position change before he suddenly used his newfound grip to help him fuck into you. You let out a full-on cry and immediately arched your hips up towards him. However, he took a hand off of the headboard just long enough to push them right back down, holding you in place.

"Just relax and let me make you feel good. Stop moving around." He directed, his hand slowly leaving your lower back once he seemed sure that you weren't going to push up again before he went right back to using both hands on the headboard to his advantage. You gasped for air to speak.

"I can't relax." You huffed, squirming slightly underneath him as he hit particularly deep inside of you and made your whole body jolt at the ecstasy that shot through you. The headboard was hitting against the wall now, but the sound of your moaning overpowered it by far. "Fuck, daddy. Feels so good."

"You wanna cum for me, or are you just going to keep crying about it?" He said breathlessly, his voice knocked down a few pitches as he focused all of his energy into slamming into you with pinpointed accuracy that was making you feel as if every nerve in your body was melting.

"Yeah. So bad." You were trying as hard as you possibly could to refrain from pushing your ass up like you wanted to, but you weren't sure you would've had enough strength to hold yourself up even if you'd done so. He chuckled out a low, hoarse laugh.

"Say please, darling." Oh, no teasing, huh? Sure, Ville. It's like he physically couldn't help himself not to. You whined, pushing your face into the sheets as your head threatened to spin right into nothingness with the over-consuming swell of pleasure.

"Please, daddy. Please." You begged, crying out uncontrollably due to the fact that he was getting close to fucking you harder and more passionately than what your brain could process. He shushed you softly, dropping both hands from the headboard to instead hold your hips down against his thrusts.

"Cum on my cock, love. Show me how good it feels." He enticed, his thumbs rubbing at your lower back. You couldn't for the life of you understand how he could speak so clearly and easily with his cock balls-deep inside of you, as you were barely even lucid enough to breathe as you felt yourself finally spill over the edge.

You were a little thankful for the fact that your face was buried in the sheets (because, as much as you loved being able to make as much noise as you wanted, you couldn't escape the hours upon hours of teasing from the band that came with it), and all you could do was cry out until your voice was hoarse as he fucked you right through your orgasm, your legs shaking violently underneath him as he did so.

"Fuck, Ville. So good. Feels so good." You breathed, his name slipping past your lips without thought as he finally slowed enough for you to form full words while you tried to breathe simultaneously. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and it almost felt as if you'd lost the feeling of your nerves. As you started to come back down to earth, he eventually slowed to a stop.

"Good girl. You took it so well." Ville's voice was soft as he released your hips from his tight hold and then ran his hands softly up your back, bringing you back to life with the feeling of his warm palms as he gently pulled out of you.

"You didn't fuck up the headboard, did you?" You asked as you rolled over onto your side once he was off of you, blinking slowly at him when he brushed a thumb across your cheek from where he was kneeled next to you. He frowned slightly at the headboard.

"No. Dented the wall a little bit, though." He was smirking before he had even finished his sentence, and you ran a shaky hand over your face.

"Oh my god." You were torn between feeling bad and feeling extremely turned on because of the fact. You settled on a mix of both, then pouted at Ville. "You didn't finish."

"Oh, I'm going to." He was then dipping back down before situating himself back between your legs, your knees coming up against either side of his hips as his lips brushed against your ear. "Deep inside you, where I fucking belong."

You couldn't contain the full-body shiver that wracked through your body as he used each hand to pull your legs up high over his hips. He was going to be the fucking death of you.

"Baby, I can't...I'm gonna—"

"I don't care if you finish fast. That's what I want." He interrupted, reading what you were going to say before you even said it and brushing it off with a light nip to the underside of your jaw. "You can cum as soon as I put it in if it means I get to feel this perfect fucking pussy."

God, he had such a way with words. You found yourself grinning as you reached up to hold his face in both hands.

"I love you. Thank you for doing all of this for me." You said softly, gasping sharply as he reached between you to reposition himself before he was slowly sliding into you again. He let out a stuttered groan before he was kissing you softly, a hint of a smile on his face as he did so.

"What, fucking you?" Of course that was his response. You rolled your eyes while he just snorted at his own words, sounding nothing but pleased with himself.

"No, smartass. For getting this fancy hotel room and and doing all these nice things for me so that I didn't have to spend my birthday on a bus." You mumbled, whining softly as the slow rolls of his hips began to find purchase and, in turn, fucked the head of his cock right against your still-oversensitive g-spot.

"You don't have to thank me. I would do anything for you." He breathed out just as he caught you in a kiss, his tongue licking lazily into your mouth as he moaned with every drag of his cock inside you.

This sex was much slower than the last round, but you couldn't have asked for anything better. You kept one arm wrapped around his neck with your hand in his hair as your bodies moved languidly together, his chest pressed warmly into yours.

"You are so fucking beautiful. I can't believe I get to have you." Ville gasped against your lips as his breathing quickened more and more with every passing second, his hand finding your free one before he was lacing your fingers together and squeezing tightly. You only kissed him in response, because you couldn't talk at that moment, as you pulled at his hair gently in an attempt to get more of him when you basically already had all of him right then and there. Your body was humming with a sweeter pleasure now, and you wrapped your legs a little tighter around his hips.

Ville was clearly trying to hold back for you. You could tell by the way his thrusts would lose rhythm momentarily before picking up again, and more so in the way he was fully moaning and whining into your mouth despite obvious (failed) attempts to quiet himself. However, that was the opposite of what you wanted, and it wasn't like you were much further from reaching that same point, anyway.

"Cum in me, baby. I want it so bad." You whispered, pulling just a bit harder at his hair as you struggled to keep an even tone despite the shake building in your throat. You were still extremely sensitive from your last orgasm, and he was fucking right back deep inside of you where he had been before. He exhaled sharply at your words, his hand squeezing yours a bit tighter as he started to thrust just a bit faster.

"Holy fuck. I can't…shit...Y/n—" Ville was fully babbling before you felt his cock twitch, and then he was letting out a desperate whimper as his forehead fell to yours while he spilled his release deep inside of you. And, with his mindless climax-chasing thrusts, you were coming soon after, his eyes opening above you where your foreheads were resting together and watching yours intently as you came undone underneath him.

Your back arched up off the bed with the power of your second orgasm, forcing your chest to press up further into his while you moaned sporadically to the last of his deep thrusts inside you.

By the time you had both come down from your highs, you truly felt like jello, and you could tell that Ville wasn't much better off. He stopped holding himself up and instead laid completely on top of you, his face settling to rest in the crook of your neck while he caught his breath.

"We don't have to do anything else this morning, do we?" You asked after a while, your voice coming out hoarse as you absentmindedly played with his hair where your hand was resting over the back of his head. He chuckled.

"Nothing besides drink champagne and fucking sleep." He muttered, lifting his head to give you a quick kiss before he was pulling up and out of your arms. "I'll clean you up and then we can sleep for the rest of the day if you want."

It was more likely that he would be the one to sleep for the rest of a day, but you certainly didn't mind today. He couldn't get out of cuddling for hours on end when he was asleep the whole time.

Your thoughts were drawn away from the nap you were desperately craving, however, when instead of getting off the bed to go grab toilet paper from the bathroom like you had been anticipating he would, you noticed that Ville was instead resituating himself at the very edge of the bed before he had his hands on both of your still-drawn-up knees. You paled.

"I can't. I'm too sensitive." You said immediately, recognizing that he intended to clean you up with his tongue by the gleam in his eye as he watched you draw back away from his touch.

"Shh. You don't have to cum again. Just enough to clean you up." He coaxed, placing his hands back over your knees again before gently peeling your legs apart. You drew your lip harshly between your teeth but didn't object, your heartbeat picking up in your chest again despite the reassuring tone of his voice.

He was a sight to behold as he slid down to lay on his stomach, the muscles in his back and shoulders moving languidly along with his shifting until he was fully lying down with his hands wrapped around your thighs and his head between your legs. He was still holding your gaze intently, making it hard to relax despite your best efforts as you let your head fall against your pillow.

When the first thing he did was dip his tongue directly inside you, your hand immediately shot to his hair, holding his head back slightly as you gasped.

"Gentle, baby. Please." You breathed, knowing you wouldn't be able to take anything more than that as you slowly eased the pressure on his head once you felt assured that he had read and received what you were saying to him.

He licked gently then, dragging the tip of his tongue through your pussy slowly and collecting some of his own cum that had started to drip out of you with a soft hum as he did so. His tongue then circled just barely around your clit, pulling a whine out of you before he was moving back to repeat his actions at your entrance.

The barely-there pleasure of his tongue on your clit every-so-often was bringing a slight fuzz to your head, and you were having trouble keeping your eyes open where you were still trying to keep eye contact with him like he was doing to you. He clearly saw this, because he was quickly finishing up before he sucked at your clit just enough to make me whimper and then pulled away to press a wet kiss to you inner thigh. Usually you would've protested losing the feeling of his mouth on your clit so fast, but you were so sleepy that you hardly even reacted. He chuckled at the fact.

"Can I get you anything, my love?" He asked quietly as he pulled his head from between your legs, shifting to the side before he was fully crawling into bed next to you. You rolled into him, blinking sleepily before throwing an arm over his hip.

"Just you. Just want you." You mumbled, taking your turn to bury your face in his neck as he slipped an arm underneath you to fully hug you against him. Your legs were tangled up together now, and you couldn't help but smile when he began to rub his foot against yours. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too. Happy birthday, kultaseni."

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