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right4you · 2 months ago

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My dad’s best friend is the one for me.

Note: before we start this is my first fic! Ahh so exciting. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: it’s your dad’s birthday and you’re in a secret relationship with his best friend.

5.6 work count. I did write this in first person but the “main character” is you, no name is given just nickname’s (baby and baby girl)

The party downstairs grew rowdier as more people arrived for my dad’s birthday. I wouldn’t expect this many people to show up let alone like him. Okay that sounds mean, but he isn’t laid back with me at all. He was in the beginning of the summer but as work gets stressful. He lets it out on me. I never know when it’s a good time to talk to him because of his short temper. He is extremely strict and hates that I’m sneaky and private with my life, but he forced me to be.

There are those small moments where he’s tender and kind treating me like his sweet little girl.

I cherish those moments. Because he is really trying to be better.

After my mother left when I was 15 he changed completely. The divorce drained him. Making me him cold and bitter. I counted days till I left for college finally freeing myself from the misery. My mother’s absence didn’t affect me because I was daddy’s little girl. As long as I had him everything would be alright.

I was wrong.

He called me up before school ended begging me to come home for the summer. I told him I couldn’t because I had gotten a job and I needed it to pay for school. He told me that he’d take care of the fees if I just came back home.

He went on about finally fixing up the house after receiving a huge promotion for the construction company he worked.

He sounded happier.

So I came to visit in may testing it before I moved back in. It was awkward at first but he put in the effort.

We grew close again.

Once summer came around and I packed my things to go back home for the summer. I was so nervous on the way here i kept repeating everything was going to be fine and I could always turn back. I have my own apartment in Denton Tx so nothing can keep me trapped down in Austin.

After a few hours on the road I received a call from my dad apologizing that he couldn’t get out of work early because of an injury. He assured me that he’d sent a buddy to help me move in.

Every time I see the scar on my dad’s palm I remember the true beginning of it all.

I want to go down there, see who all came.

If he came.

But I stay on my bed waiting a bit longer.

A soft knock comes from outside my door, and I stand up from my bed fixing my shirt and shorts giving myself a quick look on my mirror. It’s time to make an appearance as I expect my father to be standing on the other side of my door pulling me out to meet everyone.

“yeah” I respond opening the door. My eyes go wide in surprise seeing Joel Miller. He quickly looks over his shoulder then pushes me back in my room closing the door behind him. “are you insane!” I yelp feeling his hands on my body as I try to push him off scared my dad could burst in at any second.

“baby your dad is drunk as a skunk” he laughs leaning down to kiss me, but I swerve my head smelling his beer breath.

“you are too” I state glaring up at him, but I couldn’t be all mad when he looks so cute in this state. Messy hair, childish smile, flushed cheeks. He just looks too good. He smiles shaking his head no at me releasing my waist then wrapping his arms around my shoulders burying me in his chest. The faint smell of his cologne makes my stomach flip inhaling more of him.

“why haven’t you come down? I kept waiting for youu” he slurs the end of his sentence, and I roll my eyes playfully trying to pull away, but he tightens his hold on me “stay close you smell goood” he kisses the top of my head.

“I didn’t want to crash my dad’s party” I respond to his question hugging him back relaxing my body in his strong hold. I never noticed how nervous I was about tonight.

My dad told me to come down at any time have some food and have one drink, but I would feel at out of place being the only girl and not having anyone to mingle with. I could be around Joel; it wouldn’t be odd for me to be around my dad’s best friend. But we could run the risk of anyone finding us out. One wrong move or look could make us look suspicious. I thought it’d be best to just stay in my room and wait for my dad to call me down, but he never did.

“oh, baby you wouldn’t be crashing” he cooed finally releasing me, he looks down at me cupping my face in his hands “so what are you doing all alone in your room?” his voice is low and playful as he wiggles his brows looking around my bedroom then I realize this is the first time he’s ever been in my room. Yeah he helped me move in but he’s never seen it fixed up. I follow his gaze, and he stares at the TV his brows furrowing together at the half naked men dancing on the screen “what ‘re you watchin?” He questions holding in his laughter.

“magic mike” I reply hiding my embarrassed face on his chest.

“what the hell is that?” he chuckles, and I shrug.

“it’s a movie”

“are you sure it’s not a porno” he teased.

“no” I laugh.

“I wouldn’t judge if it was”

“oh my god it’s not” I laugh again looking up at his face and he meets my eyes. We stood still just looking at each other, my eyes trace over his freckles that peppered over his tanned skin from working all day out in the sun. He has a few more since last I saw him. I want to ask if he is putting on his sunscreen that I gave him after going over the importance of it when he asked me why I wore sunscreen everyday then he jokingly said in case I get invited to a last-minute pool party or something. He teased further bringing up the spare bikinis I have in my trunk. After joking around with me he promised to take me swimming.

It’s probably a habit I picked up in high school. Every time summer came around, I would carry spare clothes when I hung out with friends knowing we’d go to Andrews’s house and spend our evenings swimming.

“you okay baby?” he gently asked after a long beat of silence, and I got lost in my thoughts admiring Joel Miller.

“yeah” I whisper my eyes wondering down to observe his outfit. He kept it simple with a black polo and light blue jeans probably wearing his ‘going out’ boots. “you look nice” I compliment staring at his biceps that look huge against the tight fabric of the sleeves.

“thanks, wanted to impress m’ lady” I felt him lean closer to me and before I could come up with something to respond on the my lady comment, he crashes his lips on mine shutting me up.

I hesitate to kiss back.

His tongue swipes on my lips and I give in hands coming up to rest just under his jaw cupping behind his ear. His hair grazes on my skin lightly tickling my knuckles. Groaning against my mouth he rests his hands on my waist pressing me impossibly close. A soft moan escapes my lips knowing he’d lose his mind at my sounds. “Fuck baby” he rasps in between our kiss almost snapping me out of the haze.

“Just kiss me” I command not wanting to come back to my senses. We’re playing with fire committing forbidden acts, anyone could walk in. Fuck, it kind of thrills me. I hope no one catches us but that doesn’t matter.

Nobody else matters.

I guide him back to the bed the backs of his knees hitting the edge. Our breathing come irregular losing control within the kiss. Then he fucking moans. Dominance over comes me as I gather the strength to push him down on my bed. Our kiss breaks when he falls swiftly on his back and I smirk down at him climbing over his over body placing my legs on either side of him.

His brown eyes are blown wide with lust as he watches me closely. I look at his swollen lips they’re a darker pink from our heavy kiss. I bit on my lower lip placing my hands on his large chest feeling the rapid rise and fall. He greedily reaches down my body grasping me just below where the shorts cut off cupping the shape of my ass. The tips of his fingers ghost my core and I moan at the sensation wanting more.

“Baby I won’t be able to stop” he said reading my mind.

“Please” i whine grinding down on him moaning softly at the friction.

“So impatient” he purrs capturing my lips in a soft gentle kiss. “you should come downstairs” he said in between kisses.

Ruining the mood.

“No, you should go downstairs” I counter. Connecting our lips again wanting to spark up our tension getting what I want. His hands press on my shoulders lightly pushing me away.

“I’m being serious, come down” his voice is normal not coated in desire. I snap out of the trance.

“and avoid being around you” I pout tightening my thighs around his waist.

Joel taps my sides motioning for me loose my grip and my brows crease together looking down at him “I’m sure your dad will appreciate an appearance from his daughter” his hand comes up to my hair brushing his fingers through the curls I did.

“ugh no thanks, being around drunk men isn’t my forte” I roll my eyes exhaling a breath of annoyance. I sit up leaning my bum down on his thighs to support my weight on him.

“says the one that goes out every weekend” he retorts.

“that’s different, I’m with my friends” I respond defensively “if I go downstairs ill be ignored by dad then I’m gonna have to sit on the couch watching everyone get wasted”

“no, you won’t, and he is not going to ignore you come on. For a bit” he begs softening his brown eyes staring into mine putting on his puppy face that convinces me to do anything he asks. I sigh leaning back down to kiss him, he smiles knowing he got his way and kisses me back.

A loud bang is heard from down the hall startling me “Miller come back down!” my dad’s voice booms just outside the door, and I leap up away from Joel scurrying to the other side of the room. I stare at the door waiting for him to burst in. My blood runs cold in fear that he will catch us and kill Joel for putting his hands on his daughter. My hands come up to my chest feeling the fast beat of my heart thump against my rib cage. I held my breath trying to listen. I quickly look back at Joel who looked unfazed.

“why the fuck are you just laying around for? Hide dumbass!” I quietly whisper yell at him motioning with a quick wave towards my closet.

A gentle knock on my door cuts off my breathing and I held it scared to move an inch “baby girl, are you coming down?” my dad asks and my brows furrow together confused but I force out a yes. “alright come and eat” the sound of his boots trail away and I can’t help but wonder why we weren’t caught. I could have sorn this was the end, and all hell was going to break loose.

“What the fuck” I squeal at Joel, and he gets up from my bed groaning from his bad joints walking over to me cupping my face unfazed by it all. I on the other hand was a mess. Anxiety through the roof.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He makes me look at him his expression soft and calm “we’re okay, he didn’t catch us” he presses a kiss to my forehead. “will you come down?” he whispers pulling away to look down at me. Still afraid to move, I kept still not responding. His face grew worried “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to scare you.” He pulls me in for a hug caressing the back of my head.

“Fuck we could’ve been caught” I breathlessly say the beat of heart continues to quickly patter adrenaline rushing through my veins making me feel uneasy. I love being with Joel, he is the only person I want to be with. I dread the day everyone finds out about us. I wish I could keep this all to myself locked in a vault inside my head.

“Listen baby” he reels me back leaning down to my eye level “I told your dad I needed to use the restroom because I drank too much, that’s why he pounded on the door down the hallway. Also, he kept going on about you joining the party, he seemed really excited. But I know you and I know you weren’t coming down. probably locked up in here watching a god-awful movie” he explains teasing me a bit.

I blow through my nose smiling at the half naked men paused on the screen in a silly pose. Tension lifted off my shoulders when he pressed down on them shaking me slightly. “everything is okay” he pecks my lips quickly “I’ll see you downstairs" he kisses me, and I kiss back “you’re, okay?” he asks again making sure I was fine before we go back to reality.

“yeah” I squeak breathing out through my nose standing straight and he smiles nodding his head. His hands run down my arms stopping at the pulse feeling the rhythmic beat of my heart return normal. “I’m fine” I say looking down at our hands.

We’d agree to never do anything in my house, I’m surprised we did. Maybe it was the alcohol giving him the courage to cross a line. We’ll we crossed it together. I could’ve kept my hands to myself, but I can’t resist him.

He walks out of room leaving me alone in the middle of it. I sigh loudly walking around my room pacing if I should even go downstairs, out of spite I want to stay up here locking my door then explain to my dad later I was too tired maybe lie I had fallen asleep while reading school emails for the upcoming semester that’s in two weeks.

He’d believe me.

I repeat what he said “baby girl, are you coming down?” he called me baby girl. He rarely uses that nickname.

I slip on my sandals opening my door listening to the noise trying to guess how wasted everyone is, but the chatter is normal mixing with country music at medium volume. I recall Betty our next-door neighbor asking my dad to keep it low, so it won’t disturb her book club she held every Saturday evening.

Forcing myself down the stairs I scan the living room and kitchen trying to locate my dad. My brows rise seeing women at the party too. Why did my dad make it seem it was only his work buddies? I spot some neighbors here as well. Did my dad become a part of community since I left for college? Being busy with Joel all summer I didn’t notice how friendly my dad has become. I tsk, scolding myself not spending enough time with my old man. Some familiar faces wave and smile at me and I smile back muttering a hello, how are you. I wonder around the small crowd creasing my brows together not finding my father.

Or Joel.

I walk into the second living room where it was less crowded and quieter. At the same time Joel enters the room brushing past my shoulder, I stepped back feeling invisible “where the hell were you?” my dad arose from the couch noticing Joel first. “my restroom okay?” he laughs loudly and the two others on the couch snicker. They look at me and I only know the one with black curly hair. Tommy, Joels little brother.

“I drank too much and yeah it’s fine” Joel laughs crashing down on the couch next to Tommy picking up a half empty bottle. My eyes trail over all the empty bottles on the floor. I mentally roll my eyes at the sight in front of me. Did he drink all those beers? We look at each other. My face is neutral acting unfazed but his lip twitch up in a smirk as he takes a sip.

Reading my mind, he drops his smile but his eyes stayed on me.

The sound of my name makes me look away ignoring Joels stare. My dad walks over to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder turning me away in to the kitchen. “Finally, you turned up, did you say hi to everyone?” I nod “great, grab a plate” I pick up a plastic plate and he serves me. “You don't have to stay I just wanted to make sure you ate” he said kindly my eyes snapping to stare at his relaxed happy face. I strongly believe he acts a certain way and doesn’t have enough patience with me because I look a lot like my mother.

“okay” I respond taking my plate away from his hands “having fun?” I ask him.

“yeah, I am” he smiles sincerely giving the top of

my head a quick ruffle messing up my hair departing back to the second living room talking to a few people as he makes his way back.

His boss Greg and wife approach me, I happily greet them with side hugs and they join me at the dinning table making small talk asking about college and what I’ve been up too. When I’m done with my food, Greg takes my trash and his wife Marta who took a seat next to me continues talking to me. Their daughter who I went to school with joins us and they bring me up to speed on the local gossip.

Part of me is glad Joel lives half an hour away from this small town where everyone knows everything. To them he is just my dad’s coworker who comes over on the weekends. My eyes search for his tall broad frame but he hasn’t come out from the other living room.

Hopefully, he’s keeping his drink intake low. Worry bubbles in my belly since I’ve never seen him wasted, what if he’s a messy drunk. I cringe at the times he’s seen me drunk from always picking up each time I go out. I swallow down the feeling chasing it with an ice-cold water. Luckily for me he never complains taking the best care of me after a night out.

It’s the end of the party and time passed by quickly. After the cake was cut and Joel finally made an appearance. I excused myself returning to my room feeling exhausted. Most of the people have left by now. I got ready for bed changing into my sleeping shorts and a tank top. I turn on my TV for background noise scrolling in my laptop through social media.

My phone pings beside me and I pick it up reading the short message from Joel.

don’t go to sleep just yet.

I think back to earlier when Joel slipped in my room stealing a moment alone with me. Annoyance builds up in my chest at almost getting caught. He knew the risk. I knew the risk and still brought him to my bed acting like the whole town wasn’t downstairs.

I wanted to pretend I was asleep and thought I’ll respond tomorrow. I bit my lower lip, my fingers ghosting over the letters wanting to type okay.

My dad stumbles in my room obviously drunk. I look up from my phone peeking at the clock up on the wall behind him that display 2am. I gave him a pointed look waiting for him to say something. He balances himself on the door holding tight against the knob keeping him from falling face first “can you pleaseee take Joel home, poor bastard can’t walk straight”

“You can’t either” I point out the obvious watching him sway left to right. “why can’t Tommy take him?” my brows furrow together and I close the laptop putting it to the side.

“Tommy left; I’d take him b-“

“don’t worry” I sigh peeling the sheets off my body slipping into my slippers and grabbing a loose tee to wear over my pajamas. “I’ll take him. First you have to go to bed” I quickly move to him pushing him down the hall to his room. “You can get to your bed on your own?” I had to make sure he will be alright before I take Joel home.

“Yeah yeah I got this” he collapsed on his bed face down snoring almost immediately. I stay for a second longer closing the door.

I hurry down the stairs. Joel stood by the front door leaning against the wall keeping his head low and arms crossed over his chest. I was waiting for him to sway but he stood perfectly still. Could he have fallen asleep standing up?

“Hey” I said looking back at the empty house, he is the last to go.

“Hey, your dad in bed?” He releases his arms keeping them at his side. I nod my head stepping closer standing in front of him my eyes roam his face and he looks normal unlike my father who is plastered.

I grab his truck keys off the hook “come on I’m taking you home” I motion him to follow me unlocking the door. He grabs my keys with a pink fuzzy puff key chain on it. “what are you doing?” I quirk a brow and he hands them to me.

“How else are you gonna lock your house?” He steps out the door on to the porch tucking his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. The warm summer air fans my face turning away to close and lock my door.

“Please who’s going to break in?” I lead the way to his lifted black truck parked on my driveway.

“A lot of people were over baby” he said behind me. I could feel him on my heels walking closely behind me his hand coming up to my shoulder keeping me from opening my door as I push the button to unlock it. He opened the driver side helping me up and into his truck. “Put your seatbelt on” he demands voice stern.

“Yes sir” I obey pulling it over my body with a soft click. He chuckles through his nose closing my door then walking over to the passenger side.

“You could drive this thing baby?” He climbs in shutting the door and putting on his seatbelt.

“Oh yeah I drive my dads” I nod over to my dad’s work truck that was parked next to his.

“Alright” he leans back in his seat fully trusting me to drive his truck. I push start driving away from my neighborhood making my way to the small roads then getting on the highway.

A few minutes pass. The low hum of the radio fills the silence and I look over at Joel who has his eyes closed, lips parted and soft snores pour out from his lips. I smile warmly looking at him sleep then focusing back on the road. I think if he admires me the same way when he picks me up from a night out and I crash in the passenger side as he drives me to his home to spend the night.

I hope he does.

He does tell me the next morning how beautiful I looked kissing my face then asking me to join him for breakfast. I should probably cook something in the morning but I don’t know how to excuse me spending the night at my dad’s friend’s house. I mean how will I drive back home?

I guess I’ll figure it out in the morning.

I keep driving the familiar road pulling up to his small home. He sensed wearrive inhaling through his nose as he awoke from his nap. He sat straight staring at his home. I unbuckle my belt “hi” I greeted in a soft tone switching off the truck.

“We’re home” he replied in a sleepy state and my insides warm hearing him say we’re home.

He clicks off his seat belt climbing out of the truck. I didn’t wait for him to help me off. My feet land on the ground as I jump off the truck. I close the door and press to lock it when I heard him shut his. We meet at the front walking side by side to his porch. He gets in front pulling open the screen door then reaches behind his back mumbling ‘keys’ I drop them on his palm and wait for him to open the dark wooden door. He pushes it open and lets me in first.

I kick off my slippers by his work boots he leaves at the entry hallway. Joel closes and locks the door taking off his ‘going out’ boots placing them next to my fuzzy pink slippers.

Huh I was right about his shoes.

I walk into his home noticing he kept it clean. A few Sundays ago we spent the day deep cleaning then sat on his couch watching movies. I love our lazy days doing nothing just wrapped in each other arms.

There are traces of me in his home. First my slippers at the front of his home. My blanket tossed over the couch. A pink mug tucked away in his cabinet. My shampoo and conditioner in his shower. The light purple toothbrush next to his red one. A few of my clothes are folded neatly in a drawer. My favorite perfume centered on his dresser.

“Good job Miller” I praise him twisting on my heels to turn and face him. He stops just in front of me and my arms wrap over his shoulders tugging him down to kiss me.

“I’m confused” he mumbles into the kiss.

“Kept your place all clean” I answer.

“I don’t want you dating a pig” he pecks my lips placing his large hands on my hips holding me close.

I study him for a few seconds “Are you even drunk” I question.

“No, I did act it though” he confessed “I knew your dad would make you take me home or he’d let me crash but that would be risky” a devious smile spread across his face.

“Yeah like you coming into my room in the middle of a party!” I slap his chest playfully and he chuckles.

“I had a cover up baby” he tries to kiss me but I swerve my head rolling my eyes at dumb cover up.

“Still we have to be careful” I conclude wanting to put it behind me now and just enjoy our alone time.

Every moment is sacred.

“I know, I know. Let’s just go to bed” reading my mind he begins to step forward and I backwards as he moves us towards his bedroom.

The familiar scent of his room welcomes me in feeling like I made it home, this is where I belong.

His lips connect with mine, warm and soft parting slightly allowing me to slip my tongue inside. He groans pressing his hot body against mine. I could taste our shared breath feeling the thud of our combined heart beating. We fumble to take one another’s clothes off letting them fall at our feet. He picks me up wrapping my legs tight around his waist pressing my bare cunt on his lower belly. He carried me to his bed laying me down on the soft sheets he bought after I complained about the other being ‘scratchy’

I smile at the memory kissing him deeper moaning as he took in my lower lip in between his teeth letting it bounce back when he lets go. He kisses down my chin and I lift my head allowing him more skin for him to kiss and nibble on. He explored my bare body with his hands and I squirm under his light feathery touch. I hum when he finds a ticklish spot.

My hands traveled up and down his hot muscular back tugging at the ends of his hair when he found my sweet spot just behind my ear.

“Just like that” I whisper moaning as he left a mark. His free hands trails down my body playing with my nipple on my left boob lowering his head to kiss my chest. I whimper at the sensation of his hot wet tongue gracing over the right nipple licking and sucking the sensitive bud. His free hand stops at my pussy ghosting his index over my wet folds.

“So wet for me” he breathed teeth grazing my boob. His middle finger finds my clit toying with it soft circles lap over it making my body shake with pleasure. With the same finger he goes down slipping in my hole and I gasp “Perfect tight cunt” I squeezed around his thick finger grinding my hips for more.

“Please” I whine loudly clawing at his shoulders when he pumps in and out of me. His head rests on my collar bone looking down at our bodies.

“Fuck, look at you” he keeps up a good pace hitting the soft spongy spot and I arch my back pressing my chest into his face. “Keep making those sounds baby, love you like this” he looks up at me and my head goes back into the pillows. His thumb flicks and rubs my clit making it 100 times better. He keeps a steady hand repeating fast movements pumping and circling. The coil in my lower belly twist more and tight about to snap.

“I need you” I gasp he pumps in “now” demand he pumps out “fuck I’m close” in and out “Joel now!” I scream and he pulls out and I gasp at the sudden loss. I watch him coat his hard cock with a mix of his precum and my juices pumping himself as he aligns at my entrance.

I close my eyes leaning back down rising my hips slightly. He’s gentle entering me but once the head goes in, a deep groan bubbles from his chest slamming his full length inside of me giving me no time to adjust. I squeal at the feel of his thick cock stretch me out and he whimpers. Thrusting in and out, in and out.

“Fuck baby” he whines his big hands holding me at my hips to brace himself burying deep in me. “Hold on tight” he tells me and my hands wrap around his wrists that hold at the sides of my hips.

I tighten my leg around his hip to push him even closer. After a few more thrusts he releases my hips and I let go of his wrists bring them up to his shoulders tugging him down. His hands come up to the sides of my head hitting a deeper angle. Loud messy moans spill out of my lips. Our breaths fan each other cooling our blazing skin. He swallows my sounds by connecting our lips then trails down my chin and neck placing wet kisses as he kept thrusting in me. He wasn’t quiet at all groaning loudly at the sensation keeping the perfect pace pleasuring us both. My hands come up to his face tugging him up to meet my lips kissing each other messily.

“Are you feeling the way I’m feeling it?” He pulls away from my lips pressing our foreheads together as waves of pleasure wash over me coming closer to the edge.

“Ah! Yes! I feel it” I scream meeting his thrusts grinding my hips.

“You feel that baby, ah” he gasped his eyes shutting focusing on the two of us coming down together.

“Fuck yes” i am so fucking close and I could feel his orgasm approaching mine. “I love you, I love you! Joel” I quickly and breathlessly squeak hitting my peak. My vision blurs as tears prick at the sides of my eyes. My body arches off the bed moaning.

“I love you”he gasps, hips snapping as I sped up my hip movements coming down on his cock. He groaned in pleasure coming inside me feeling hot ropes of cum spill inside my hole.

Panting heavily, he shuddered pulling out of me collapsing on the bed. I close my eyes trying to catch my breath feeling completely worn out but satisfied.

I could feel him watching me in the darkness and his hand comes up to touch my cheek “you okay baby” he voice rasps and I nod not being able to verbally respond “you’re tired?” He chuckles and I nod again with a dumb smile on my face. He gathers himself leaning over to kiss me gently. Arms wrapping around me tightly pulling me to face him.

He reaches for the blanket to cover over bodies. I snuggle close to him listening to his heart beat as he strokes my hair gently.

“Get some rest baby” he presses a kiss to the top of my head and sleep takes over me.

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lvrgirl-inc · 15 days ago

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K.N.K.

pair. Fuck Buddy!Yuki Tsukumo x m!reader

wc. 3.2k

genres. Femme domme, submissive!reader, overstim, nīpple piercings (yes, again), cünnilingus, handy, “I’ll be a good boy,” bøndage, 69, switch.

AN ; Tribute. Hbd, TX.

Kisses ‘n Kunts Mlist

𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵

Women in power are hot. Objectively.

Now, being under the scorn of a woman in power and being under a woman in power are…entirely different concepts.

Though, you get a crackling electricity when you mix the two together. Well, those and a tongue that was a bit too quick and thoughts that couldn’t count to two before it was too late.

Now look at you, all tangled up in the consequences of ‘winning’ an argument.

Though..who really won out in this scenario?

“Come on, boy. Why are you running away from it now?” your impatient, one and only Yuki would ask in a sharp.

You two weren’t dating, per say—easily being classified under fuck buddies who say “fuck you” a lot. It was a nice balance. One that let both of you have free reign over your partner choices.

So long as you got to see her, every Friday night—it didn’t matter.

Oh you were just alll out of sorts.

Tongue-deep in her cunt, licking and lapping eagerly, not knowing the next time she’d lift her hips and deprive you of being a willing seat for that divine pussy.

Though how could you even focus on spelling your name out when she had your cock leaking in between her skilled and newly-done hands? Having you a panting mess between her thighs as she ground allll that down on you, gracing you with soft moans from between the barrier of her teeth and bottom lip.

This has to be a form of torture, right?

No doubt, given how your hips were forced to stop their antsy movements when her elbows propped up on your thighs, along with the cool metal of her piercings brushing against the area surrounding your base.

Oh but..you’re taller than her. You’ve definitely got the strength to make some sort of stand but—ah, that’s right.

When she’d gotten to her breaking point with the back and forth, she’d ultimately hogtied you—more like a passive aggressive tying of intricate and experienced bondage patterns—and you put up no fight.

Though now, with regret settling in as you were terribly over-sensitive after the..what? 5th orgasm denial? You were practically begging for a break based on how your hips were twitching and stuttering.

Arguably, it was better than when her plump tits had you in a chokehold—or your cock, rather—making ungodly sounds and whining into her cunt. Or..perhaps you’d prefer that overstimulation better if you were actually allowed to see it to its fullest extent.

Regardless, you were snapped out of your hazed thought track when her smooth palm made a flat against your angrily leaking tip. Smearing the embarrassing amount of pre that had collected there with a hum and idle rocking of her hips.

A throaty groan reverberated off her walls that were clinging so familiarly against your tongue, falling into muffled…expressions. You knew better than to complain when the Yuki Tsukumo gave you anything.

Whether it be a gesture of kind that she’d later brush off or teasing the slit of your weeping cockhead with her fine-cut index.

You’d take it. You’d take anything as long as it came at her whim.

“Such a smart mouth, it’s hard to believe you can’t even finish your sentences now..” She’d said in a bite, tucking a tress behind her ear as she brought her tongue down to lick a stripe from base to tip, ending with a playful suck. That had your tongue pausing its monotonous rhythms, simply leaving your mouth spread open on her sinfully saccharine folds. Aching to get just an ounce of approval for your enduring efforts. “How pathetic…”

And just like that, her hand was no longer still and neither were her hips. Stopping at seating herself wholly, she’d begun to ride your face, your nose, your tongue—getting herself off as breathing was becoming scarce on your behalf.

“Hahaa..try to win an- mnh..~ argument, now..~” she’d boasted, her hand making flawless glides up and down your shaft that had you bucking up into her grip simply because of the base need to.

She was talking sooo much for someone greedy enough to keep you on the edge like this—with added mobility restriction—muscles having strained against the maroon of the rope more times than you could count. In the back of your head, you couldn’t help but hype yourself up to think a new PR could’ve been the answer to future occurrences of this.

But who cares, right? It’s your face she’s sitting on, you who she’s belittling, your cock that her dangerous hands had been bullying for the past..however long it had been since you made the mistake of forgetting yourself.

That twisted sense of exclusivity was the high that you rode each instance you stepped into the 5-star room with the vixen in tow all the way up to when you would escort her out to her car to compensate her funny walk—sometimes the other way around.

You felt the heat of her glossed lips kissing and licking down your shaft, going as far as to suck one of your swollen balls up into her mouth. Eyes giving a flutter, your tongue made a flick that had her shivering for a second.

Efforts redoubling, you continued to fuck up into her hand, getting a little jolt whenever her tongue had gingerly started to navigate your aching sack.

Stamina was something Yuki prioritized in training you with, right from the start. For the most part, when you were actually in good graces and given the leeway to fuck her right, you could last for—what Yuki has debated on calling overkill—impressive and more than satisfactory lengths of time.

But when you were at the mercy of her hands? Oh, you had a mental log for how many times you came unexpectedly at the disposal of her skilled strokes.

Now…was going to add a tally to that.

With a guttural choking up on your breath, you soon found the consequence of back to back denials making your thighs stiffen up and your eyebrows furrow. Huffing harshly in that whiny pitch, you listened to the blond’s response to such a misdemeanor.

“To think.. all that obedience training and you’re still nothing but a quick shot,” had you whimpering into her welcoming folds. She knew you got off on the challenge and degradation as much as she did. “Here then, let it out. And apologize.”

Peeling her hips up of your face, leaving connecting strings of slick clinging to your nose and mouth. Your stone-set features contorting into one of hardly concealed relief as your eyes lidded.

Breathing hard and coming in scores, “Hah..oh I’m so..so sorry, ma’am,” giving air-headed shudders, Yuki wound up stroking you through your premature, letting the blanc, velvety ropes fall down over her fingers. “F-forgive me..” you said on a bit of a note.

“For?” squeezing under your sensitive glans idly.

You knew you weren’t supposed to be loving this so much—you’d disrespected her and then furthermore, came without her say so—but it felt too good to be wrong. “Cumming..before the—fuck…”

“Such a dirty little mouth on you..” Never once slowing, even when you’d went semi-slack again, in a terrible panting fit. “I meant the argument we had,” but even as she chastised, her cunt was drooling down her thighs. God, if only you could’ve just gotten a little closer… “Only thinking with your dick while I’m chewin’ you out—I bet you’re not even listening to me now.”

You were. Or..you had been. Though, the cogs in that head of yours were turning at rapid fire, still coming down in a daze from the physical high. All you knew was that she was talking a lot less sweeter than how her pussy was purring your name.

Soon mingling with soft winces, you knew that you’d be coming up on the starting embers of a limit you didn’t want to reach tonight. It was Valentine’s day, after all—what would it look like if such a loyal and devout companion to the blond temptress herself didn’t give her any thanks.

That fast-pace, lewd squelch her fingers made had tapered down to a sticky mess that left your cockhead twitching—the muscles of your core flexing and relaxing, instinctively still trying to get the most out of your pleasure.

Each strain of your limbs caused a taut tension against the ropes that were now preventing you from getting to what you really needed to get to. You missed having that sweetness on your tongue, you missed when she was spread out underneath you but you’d smart-mouthed your way out of going balls deep tonight.

What a shame…a terrible shame indeed.

It was only then, in that split second of thought that you got an idea that you found a bit hard to top, even looking back on the records now.

She was getting ready to say something else, probably to throw in a laugh or two here but when you used that sit-up practice and the moderate size difference to your utmost advantage.

Changing up the position, not by much, to sit upright. Tight arms still securely bound behind your back, uniformed in her iconic red restraint. Just now with her thighs hugging the sides of your face more snugly—as it had been when she was fully seated on you.

This had to be better though.

Yuki’s face was just moderately flushed when you’d originally managed to catch her in her vanity, flipping the arrangement to where you had a more controlled angle of approach. “You really are pathetic, you know that? Need to play unfair to get payback?” she scoffed.

With your own lazy eyes smiling down her spine, you closed them to place a few slow, sloppy, kisses from the pearl of her clit, dipping loving licks up to and into her dripping slit. Mumbling agreements as you intentionally nodded your head—dragging the flat of your tongue with a deep hum.

“I know I’m pathetic, miss..” you’d breathe in honesty against her sopping folds, feeling the trembles that your motions had her doing. Despite her feigned unaffectedness, she was already beginning to create trails of slick down your chin.

She had you whipped and she could tell just from how you ate her out.

You always got compliments and praises on how good your tongue was—from any pick of the gender spectrum. And where did all of that credit fall back to? Well, the woman who was starting to get a little less demanding due to the insistence of your determined tongue.

Now with you buried nose-deeep into her soaking paradise, you made sure to spell out all those pretty little letters of your name—first, middle and last—until she was shivering and reluctantly dropping her head sideways down into the sheets. “I know, I knoww..I’m just the worst to you, so ungrateful, so mean..” you’d drabble out, feeling how her hips were now eager to grind back against your mouth. “What did I ever do to deserve you, mistress..?”

Whether it was to get herself off or to shut you up was undetermined, though the moan that she bit into the sheets told more. Your eyes drifted to how she’d begun to periodically squeeze and adjust her hold on the linen.

“But you treat me worse than a piece of gum..stuck to your shoe,” you followed up finally earning an unrestrained moan from the prideful minx as you leaned forward, wholly flicking your tongue and making obnoxiously loud slurps into her cunt. “..and it’s intoxicating.”

By now you were actually drunk off her. How she still tried to foster an air of being completely in control, even as you were having to move your shoulders to keep her legs relatively still and in place.

‘Lick my, no hands’ if it were personified was well..you.

And even though you could’ve watched her golden locks lay spread out on the bed, tossing and turning with each lamenting movement her body gave—you were petty. Very, very petty.

Pulling your bottom lip in as you pulled away from the second-most significant girl in the room—her crying cunt, of course—you licked the flat of your along once again, making a small ‘S’ around her labia. “Let me..hmn, make it up to you..let me make you cum, too.”

“But..~” in a simper that already had your not-so little friend twitching back to life. Like you weren’t getting off from tonguing her down alone. “Fuck.. why do you c-care so much..?”

Yeahh, yeah you definitely smiled all-too cheekily at her question. “.. ‘Cause I wanna be good for you, princess,” a genuine current of sincerity riding with your words as you felt the homey sensation of her walls pulsing around your tongue. “I’ll be a good boy, promise…” said in a trying lilt as your mouth slid out a glob of saliva from your tongue, licking it all back up.

“I’ll be the best—I’ll be so fucking good for you..” even as you were making the poor woman lose her mind with the sound of your criminally smooth and baritone voice speaking into her pussy. “So please..fuck the argument and just let me apologize. The right way.”

It wasn’t like you were making much of a counter for your prompting words. At all. And with how close she was already, she’d have taken up the same offer from the nearest 7/10 she found but regardless, she didn’t complain.

For once.

“F-fine, fine..~ Please, just…” a cat’s arch in her spine and you knew you had her right where you wanted her. “Oh..please just don’t stop..~”

She did not have to tell you twice. From there, it was just you and her—and I’m not referring to Yuki. “Anything you want, princess..”

Completely latching onto her now, forcing cries of mass variety to come from those entrancingly wetted lips, Yuki was crumbling on your tongue in mere moments. You were always a good eater, after all, never turning down a meal and always cleaning up after yourself and the lady’s messes.

And it was just all the more better when you’d gotten the chance to chase her a bit as her hips wriggled to not be so firmly glued to your mouth. “You’re close..” in a sultry breath. “Stop running from it.. ‘s not fair to her.” you said, too close to making amends in the most guaranteed way the both of you had.

Her frustrations were taken out into the sheets, the lucky thread bearing the full brunt of her vocal workout. She sounded so good when she lost the attitude. But you’d prefer either—as long as it was her.

A few broken up chants of your name and you were joining her in unison, moaning out hers and urging, “You can do it. Such a strong, pretty girl. My powerful, gorgeous, tantalizing mistress..~” with every vibration of adjective against her cunt, you felt her body winding up tighter.

“Nghh! Haah, right th- hnn..~!” gasping so cutely for you to keep on with the pressure you’d so lovingly showered her G with. And from the moment she gave a final claw of her nails against the sheets, “Fuck, ‘m cumming.. my fuckin’ God..” balling up the thread count as you finally felt the coil that’d been building curling in her stomach.. snap.

Closing your eyes idly once more, you embraced how her clenching heat had been thanking your masterful tongue with its rhythmic pulses. Shudders dancing along her skin as her thighs clamped up around your face.

This is what forgiveness felt like. Knowing that you’d endured through the turmoil of being under her scorn, only to relish in the honor of being under her.

You let her grind out that quivering and much-needed stress relief. Dealing with you wasn’t easy, at the end of the day.

But she’d ultimately do it all over and over again, just as many times as you would. It was the thrill that you two adored within the dynamic—petty and unserious fighting to fucking and making up just to repeat the cycle.

You knew you’d at least never get tired of the way her body started making bucks back onto your cock—or, your tongue, in this instance—each time she rode the waves out with airy sighs.

Offering up your silence and your mouth’s availability to work her over, even as your semi-hard dick was throbbing underneath her.

You could do this for hours. Literally, too. Until your jaw locked and your tongue was tied up in knots, you don’t think you could ever get enough of how perfect it felt to have her coming apart by your own oral talents.

It took a bit for her to recover, steadying shaky hips as you leaned back to let her comfortably sink down. For just a fleeting moment, you felt the warmth of her cunt make a graze along your shaft. Oh you’d be fantasizing about that for an indiscriminate amount of hours.

But just as quickly as the brief contact happened, she was sitting up properly and draping herself over your chest. The cold iron of her bar nipple piercings brushed up against you as her soft mounds settled there. It gave you a hint of a tremor—your own left being pierced as well.

She looked down at you as if she was unhappy but it was instead her little post-orgasmic front. Especially after cumming so hard vía what she considered an illegal move. Your smirk was as smug as ever though, licking your lips in a boast. “Can I take this as a sign that I’m back on your good side, ma’am?” all huffy and sounding just so proud of your job well done.

“Please, when have you ever been on my good side?” she retorted slowly, in a murmur almost as her nails worked to get at the lengths of rope biting into your arms.

A wry and you replied, “Don’t know about you, but I don’t think she was too unsatisfied with my performance.” and your eyes did a suggestive flick down to where her thighs were still trembling and slick, then back up to her oak depths.

“Oh? And she holds all the cards here?” as she leaned in more heavily to properly snag the knot, soon threading the material through itself to loosen. “Quite shallow.”

“We both know that she’s anything but shallow.” crudely put.

Her face scrunched up and you soon jolted, feeling her nails pinch your skin roughly. “Fuck- ow..” you puffed, shimmying a bit to soothe the itching sting that spread out for a second. “Come on, I went to all this trouble to make this all special for Valentine’s. Got your favorite meals, room service, the whole nine yards. Can’t I get one little, ‘Happy V-Day’?”

Easing back up, Yuki slid back a bit, slithering the rope into the spiral it was already wrapped up in. “What you just described is a bare minimum requirement—I’m not impressed, honey.” she said with a shake of her head and slight raise of eyebrows.

Pulling your arms forward and stretching them there, then to the sides as you rolled your neck, you nodded. “That is true. I’ll just have to go all out next time, then, yes?”

After securing a knot in the coil, she set it off to the side, smiling with a roll of her eyes and a lolling of her head. Silken light gold lengths falling over her shoulder in a dance, your lips parted slightly as she got closer.

Was she..going to kiss you?

Just a hairsbreadth away from making contact with your quivering, she stopped. And with a playful giggle, a whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my good boy.”

AN II : Happy birthday to my idol, TX. This day is special for two reasons. I’d love it if you could take this as a birthday present and..as an ask for me to have you as my Valentine. KnK has been so fun, I hope I can continue to wow you and the rest.

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Give In(Miguel o’Hara)

INTRO: You were happy to see your dad’s best friend, Miguel. You were home from college and haven’t seen him in months. Your dad invited everyone over for a cookout, and made it optional for people to wear their swimsuits or not. You’ve been trying to fight your sexual urges for Miguel for a whileee, but neither can he.

warnings: SMUT, 18+, language/ swearing, choking, degrading, slapping, Miguel being hot, spanking, size kink, seduction??, neck biting/nibbling, fingering, eating pussy, full nelson, humiliation, Miguel being VERY rough, dirty talk, and body worship.

PAIRING: dbf!miguel and female!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.5K-4.6K I GOT CARRIED AWAY<3

P.S: the readers skin is NOT mentioned.

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It was one of those beautiful, shiny, and hot days in Houston, TX. Your dad owned a huge business, and even had a house that was almost as big as a mansion. Your dad really came a long way to do the best for himself, but you more, of course. Your dad always worked hard for you. He always wanted the best for you, he loves everything you’ve done so far ,and how much you’ve accomplished in your life, including college and working for what you want in life. Not to brag, but, Your guy’s house was incredibly beautiful. You had a huge outdoor pool and a nice patio. Huge Hawaiian palm trees inside your inclosed gates, 4-5 bedrooms, 2-3 bathrooms, even a workout room that was located downstairs.

You were incredibly proud of what your dad has sacrificed for you and how successful he was becoming. You couldn’t ask for a better dad. While it was turning 2:00 in the afternoon, you were sliding your pretty swimsuit on, adding any makeup you wanted on, and making sure you looked your sexiest and prettiest. You texted your friends to start heading over, as your dad had already invited his friends over from his job. You of course knew there were gonna be lots of people around, so you put on a long cover up over your shoulders, still showing off your swimsuit. You still looked beautiful.

While heading downstairs, you noticed that there was a bunch of food and fruits on the table. Damn, your dad really went all out on this feast, huh?

“There’s my pretty girl!” You hear a voice say. You look over to your side and see your dad, holding a Shish Kabob in his left hand and holding his right arm out, pulling you into a hug.” Hi, sweetie.” He says happily.

“Hi, daddy!” You hug him back while smiling, pulling away and looking at looking up at him. “ How did you sleep, last night?” You ask him.

Your dad shrugs before answering.” You know.” He drags.” I stayed up for a little, maybe until 3:00 AM, prepping some of the food, then passed out when I got upstairs.” Your dad says, laughing and taking a bite of the Shish Kabob.

“Aw, dad. You didn’t have to stay up that late. I could’ve helped!” You say, putting a hand on your hip.

“Oh no.” He smiles.” That’s ok, sweetie. I don’t want you stressin’ or rushing around like I was.” Your dad says, finishing off his piece and throwing it away and grabbing another.

“If you say so.” You laugh.

Your dad smiles at you before speaking again,

“You look nice today , hun.” He smiles and slides his slippers back on his feet.” Very pretty.” He finishes.

“Aw, dad!” You laugh and look back at him.” Thank you..” You smile again.”You’re the one who showed me how to do my own makeup and gave me so much confidence while growing up..” You say, looking at your dad with a soft smile.

“I try my best, Hun.” Your dad says before grabbing a plate of sausage and hotdogs , and in his other hand, carrying a plate of many different fruits.” Can you do me a favor, sweetie? Carry that plate and follow me outside.” He says, walking toward the back door in the kitchen.

“Yea!” You nod your head, shoving a piece of cooked chicken into your mouth and grabbing the plate full of fettuccine pasta in your hand, following your dad outside.

Sure, it was people inside your guys house who were chatting, and watching tv etc . But it was so many people outside too. Your uncles and aunts, even some of your dads old friends from a job he use to work at. You even notice your friends at a table drinking wine.

While setting the plate of pasta down on the food tray outside, you look over and your jaw could almost drop to the floor. It was Miguel. You haven’t seen him in months, but it felt like centuries. He was looked good as fuck. He was wearing a skin tight white t-shirt with blue trunk shorts and some white flip flops on. His brown hair was pulled back with few strands hanging on the sides. As you observed him more, you noticed how much bigger he got. He was so ho-

“Damn you look so sexy, mama!” Your desired thoughts about Miguel were interrupted. It was your friend, Iman, speaking to you.

“Oh my gosh!” You say, gasping and looking at her swimsuit.” Me? You look like a fucking model!” You say, hugging your friend and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Girl, I missed you so much.” Your friend Iman says, grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the table where the rest of your friends are.” Come here, I want you to meet my girlfriend!” She says.

“Ok!” You say excitingly, following Iman and greeting all of your other friends and meeting her girlfriend.

You decide to take your cover up off, showing off your swimsuit.

“Oh my goodness your swimsuit is so pretty on you!”

“You look Beautiful.”

“Damn, you’re so gorgeous.”

All these compliments you were getting really boosted your confidence up more, smiling to yourself and feeling really good about yourself. You looked good as hell.

You were a little nervous to meet Iman’s new girlfriend, because the last one wasn’t as nice. You were hoping this next girl was an improvement.

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you.” You smile at her girlfriend, holding out your hand out for her to shake.

She just stares at you and laughs, sizing you up. Tf was this girl on?

You raise an eyebrow at the girl and Iman speaks up,

“Babe, don’t be like that!” Iman says, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend .” She’s a little nervous, is all.” Iman smiles at you.

“Hmm.” You nod a little and squint your eyes at the girl, brushing off the weird energy.” I’m gonna go find my dad! Have fun you guys. I’ll be back soon.” You smile and nod off to your friends.

“Ok, girl. I’ll talk some sense into her!” Iman laughs.

You nod and laugh to yourself before walking off.

The was awkward. You think to yourself.

As you were searching for your dad outside, you couldn’t find him anywhere. So you decided to look for him inside. You spot your dad leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of beer in his hand, chatting with someone.

You walk closer to your dad and he notices you, he smiles and sits up.” Hi honey! Look who I found.” Your dad says and nods his head over across the table. You wonder who it could be. As your eyebrow was raised, you looked across from your dad and notice it’s Miguel. He was standing up against the fridge and also, holding a cup of beer in his hand, He looked so good and tall. You gasp and immediately run over to him.

“Aw! Hi, sweetie!” Miguel says, laughing and setting his cup of beer down and opening his arms for you. You wrap your arms around his lower waist and close your eyes, smiling widely and not wanting to let go.” Someone missed me, huh?” He says and hugs you back, Miguel cracking a smirk, which is very rare.

“Oh!” Your dad starts.” She’s been bragging and talking about you ever since she’s got back from school!” Your dad laughs and watches you both, smiling.

“Dad!” You snap at him, opening your eyes and feeling a little embarrassed.

“Oh, is that right?” Miguel questions, still hugging you and smirking.” You’ve grown so much!” He finishes.

“Hasn’t she!?” Your dad says, also shocked and agreeing.

“It’s so good to see you!” You pull away from the hug, looking up at Miguel with a soft smile on your face. “I haven’t seen you in so long! It’s been like..What? 10 years?” You joke, making Miguel laugh and shake his head.

“Trust me, it wouldn’t be that long. I wouldn’t be able to make it without seeing you.” Miguel says, picking up his cup and drinking some more beer.

“I’ll leave you two at it. I’ll be outside.”Your dad says, smiling at you both before walking off and stopping to look at you both.” You’ll keep an eye on her, won’t you?” Your dad questions Miguel, smiling.

“Of course, No worries.” Miguel says, nodding his head at your dad.” I’ll make sure she’s being a good girl.” He says.

“Good!” You dad smiles before walking off outside.

What the fuck? Was he trying to get you riled up? How dare he say that? In front of your dad, especially?

“So, how was college? Meet any cute boys? Or girls?” Miguel smirks, taking another snip of his drink and setting it down, his attention all of you while his arms are folded. Looking down at you. Damn, he’s so tall.

You think for a minute before answering,

“Maybe..” You say, looking down and playing with the tip of your fingers. You were lying. You just wanted to see his reaction.

“Oh yea?” He says.” What’s their name?” He knew you were lying.

“Uhm..”You start.” His name is Michael.”You lie. Out of all the names? Really?

He raises an eyebrow and stares down at you still.” Mike, huh?” He steps a little closer to you.” What’s his last name? What does he do for a living? What’s his major? What does he want to be in life?” He asks you, laughing.

“H-he uhm..” You say.” He wants to be a engineer..” You say, still lying.

He wasn’t buying your shit. Not one bit.

“That wasn’t my first question.” Miguel says softly while he folds his arms and still looks down at you.

“Y-yea it was!” You argue back.

Just shut up.

Miguel scoffs and looks at you, lifting your chin up with his two fingers.

“If you were listening..you should’ve known that I asked what his last name was..” He keeps eye contact with you.” So what is it?” He backs up and leads back against the fridge.

“Does this kid even fucking exist?”

“What does he do?”

“Is he good looking, like me?”

“Why aren’t you answering my questions hm? You’re a smart girl.”

He started asking all these random questions that you couldn’t keep up with. You decided that you weren’t going to let this up , you wanted to storm off like a little kid who didn’t get a ps3 for their birthday. You hated the way he was questioning you. To be honest, you shouldn’t have lied in the first place. Right?

“I don’t need to tell you anything..”You laugh nervously, rolling your eyes and beginning to storm off and he grabs your arm.

“Where you going,? I just wanted to know more about this ‘Michael’ guy.” He laughs and looks down at you, a little closer this time.

He bends down to your ear level and smirks before speaking,

“He doesn’t even fucking exist, does he?” Miguel speaks harshly in your ear.” You think lying to me is cute, don’t you?” He questions you more.

“N-no”You stutter over your words, feeling stupid.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” He says, clenching his jaw and siting up from his position, being bent down to your ear level.

“Now go have fun!” Miguel says with a soft smirk on his face, looking down at you.” I’ll be out in a second!” He says to you.

How did his demeanor change so fast? This man has got to be crazy, right? He just went from intimidating you to being a sweetheart? How?

You stare at him for a minute and nod your head, having no words for the situation that just happened.

“Atta girl.” Miguel says as you walk out, watching your hips sway side to side.

You clench your jaw at the name and sigh to yourself. You couldn’t deny that the bottoms of your swimsuit were getting slightly wet by the way he was talking to you.

“I’ll show him.” You say to yourself, walking out the back door and closing it slightly behind you so no bugs could get in.

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Time flew by really quick, it was nearing 8 o’clock PM. Your friends and a few of your dads buddies were still there, including Miguel. Oh great.

After chatting with your dad for a few, You began waking over to your friend table and saw that it’s only Iman and another friend of yours is there. Her girlfriend and others friends must’ve left earlier.

“Hey, pretty! I was just going to find you!” Iman smiles and looks at you.” We needa take some photos before we leave.” She motions to her and the other friend of yours.

“Of course!” You smile. While walking over by the pool, you noticed Miguel standing and chatting with your dad and few other of his close buddies. Your dads back was facing you so he couldn’t see your way, but Miguel sure could.

“We look good as fuck” Iman says, holding her phone up with the 3 of you in the photo.

“Of course”You laugh and pose in the photo, slightly pulling your swimsuit up so your ass shows a little more.

While taking the photo with your girls, you noticed how Miguel was watching the three of you, especially you. He was now sat in a chair, leaning back and having one arm lay over his crotch area. His stare was intense.

“I’m gonna post that one!” Iman says.

“Make sure you tag me.” You say ,smirking and walking off to the table full of fruits.

You know Miguel is watching you and your every step. You on purposely bend down and grab a sliced up apple, dipping it into apple sauce, you look back at him and gently lick around the sliced apple with the sauce on the tip of it. Plunging it into your mouth and seductively chewing on it.

Whilst standing back up and licking the apple sauce residue off your fingers, you noticed how Miguel was gone after a split second.

“You really are trying to get me riled up huh, Cariño?.” You hear a voice say, looking over and seeing Miguel. “Eatin’ that fuckin’ apple like that..”He says, clenching his jaw and looking at you.

“Aww, I thought you might’ve liked that.” You say, smirking and grabbing another apple, sliding it into your mouth and chewing on it slowly while looking at him.

He just stares at you for a moment.

You wonder what he must be thinking.

“So..”You begin.” I see you’ve gotten taller..”You smirk while keeping eye contact with him.” And bigger..” You tease at him.

“Oh yea?” He questions you.” You know I’ve always been this big, hun. Just decided to work out more and strengthen myself.” Miguel says blandly.

“You like how big I am, don’t you?” He smirks while looking at him.

“I don’t actually..”You lie and shrug to yourself.

“Yeah? So you wouldn’t mind it if I did this then, would you?” He walks over to you and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You almost screamed as he threw you over his shoulder. He laughed to himself and shook his head.” Quit movin’ around so much, girl” He says, taking you upstairs.

“Put me down, where the hell are you taking me?!” You protest while hitting his muscular back.

“You’ll see..”Miguel laughs to himself, walking up your carpet steps and heading to your bedroom that was down the hall. He opens up your bedroom door and shuts it behind him, locking it.

He walks over to your bed and throws you onto your soft sheets. Making you immediately sit up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! How dare you carry me like that. Someone could’ve saw us, Miguel!” You say and fold your arms, looking up at him.

“But they didn’t, did they?” Miguel looks at you and walks over to you.

You shake your head while looking down, avoiding his eye contact.

“That’s what I thought.” He says and lifts your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

You felt yourself getting wetter and hotter as his thumb ran against your lip, his eye contact being to intense to take.

“You’re so disgusting..”He says and grabs you by the neck, shoving you against the wall.

“I-i didn’t do anything” You protest innocently.

“You know what you fucking did..”He hisses.” Outside a little while ago, pullin’ up that tiny little swimsuit and showing off that gorgeous ass of yours, yea?” His hand begins to trail down your thigh, his other resting against your neck.

“M-mmm!”You whimper out.” I thought you wanted to see a little naughty side of me”You say, biting your lip as his hand begins choking you harder than before.

“Oh yea? You trynna make me hard as a fucking rock..”His scary eyes glare into your pretty and soft ones.” He sizes you up in a disgusted way.” I see the way you look at me..the way you wear these short little swimsuits when I’m around..”He says and chokes you harder, making you gasp.

“P-please..”You whimper and look up at him with soft and innocent eyes. That always worked. Didn’t it?

He scoffs at you and releases his hand from your neck, still looking at you.

“That innocent shit isn’t gonna work on me, girl. I’m not that stupid..”Miguel says and grabs you by the arm, shoving you back onto the bed.

You just loved getting tossed around like this. He was so hot.

“Your dad told me about the little crush you had on me for years..”He laughs and begins sliding his shirt off, throwing it to the side. “I just laughed it off..Gosh you’re so cute..I wanted you for so long, Princesa.” He bites his lip and grabs your legs, pulling you the end of the bed and looking at you.

You couldn’t lie, you were shocked to hear that your dad told him about the little crush. But it was pretty obvious, wasn’t it? You always talked about him, bragged about him, and always missed him.

“You’re so hot..how could I not have a crush on a man like you?”You say seductively, looking up at him.

“You really want this hm, sweetie?” He questions .” What would your dad think if saw us huh? His slut of a daughter on her knees for an older man, his best friend?” He questions and begins opening your legs, kneeling.

“Heh , he would be so furious hm?” He says, grabbing the hem of your swim bottoms and rips them off of you, throwing them to the side.” Those tiny little fucking bottoms..”He opens your legs more and looks up at you.

“Mhm!”You nod your head and bite your lip, looking down at him and seeing how soaked you were.

“I bet you don’t even care hm. You just want a good dicking ?” Miguel says.

“I care! I-I just—hmm.”You whimper out and take note of how close his nose is to your pussy.

“You just what, huh slut ? Wanted me to fuck your brains out and give you a good fuck while you try and keep those little moans in your mouth? Is that it?” He says, slowly running his thumb up your body and to your nipples, softly twisting them between his fingers.

“Mm, feels so good!” You start.” I-I need your tongue so bad, sir!” You moan out, completely sliding your swimsuit top off and throwing it to the side. Your nipples being free and hardened.

“Yea, want me to eat that wet little pussy?” He smirks and keeps your legs spreaded with his big hands, kissing up your thighs. Making you shake with how wet and cold his lips are.

“P-please sir..”You moan out again, tossing your head back and feeling his tongue latch onto your swollen bud. You continue moaning as he sucks and licks at your clit. It feels so good..

He continues licking at your clit, you playing with your hard nipples and tugging at them.

“Mmhm ..”He mumbles against you, shaking his head side to side while sucking at your wetness. He’s gonna make you cum in no time if he keeps working at you like that.

Miguel smirks and hears how loud you’re becoming, he moves one of his hands up your body and covers your mouth.

“Mm!” You whimper against his hand, moving your hand over his and grinding up against his mouth. Miguel moves his hand to your heat. He begins to rub at your hole and slide a finger in, watching you wiggle and shake against him.

“Mhm, atta girl..”He mumbles into your pussy and begins to move his finger at a slow, but reasonable pace.

“It feels s-so good-“You moan out, still grinding up against Miguel’s face.

He continues lapping at your pussy, groaning and licking up and down your clit, driving you more insane than before. He slides another finger inside of you and begins moving them in and out at a fast pace, looking up at you with those dark eyes, watching you fall apart on his wet tongue and large fingers.

You buck up your hips and begin shaking your hips, beginning to get overstimulated.

“Mhm, that’s a good girl..”He moans against your pussy, pulling away and sliding his fingers out of you and standing to his feet. He looks down and you and smirks widely.

“You liked that, hm baby?”He smirks and reaches one hand down, rubbing your clit and watching your facial expressions change.

“Mhm—p-please!”You whine out.” I-I need your cock so b—bad, daddy.”You say, tossing your head back again at how good his fingers feel rubbing against your little nub.

“Yeah? You need an older man’s cock, hm?”Miguel scoffs and slides his trunks down, revealing his huge length. You could also choke on your words at how big he looked. It looked like he would split you into two on his cock, he would rip you in half and watch you fall apart on him. He’d loved to see that.

While your mouth is dropped and eyes widening at how big his cock is, he bends over to you and begins kissing down your neck, crawling onto the bed as he does.” You on birthday control, sweetie?”He questions.

“Yea!”You moan out.

“Atta girl ..”He says and smirks.

“Y—yes! P-please, daddy..”You whine.

“You’re so fucking Beautiful, you’re gonna take me like a champ and keep those pretty little noises down, aren’t ya?”He says while kissing down your neck, opening your legs widely and bending them towards your head. He was putting you in the full Nelson position. You’ve always loved that position and dreamed of him fucking you that way. He could pound you so hard, make you scream, and bit all of your deepest spots. He wanted to make you cum. Your dream was coming a reality.

“Mhm!”You nod your head, moaning at how soft his lips feel. He reaches down and begins pumping his cock, rubbing his hard tip up and down against your pussy.”J-just like that, d—daddy!”You whine out.

“You ready for me, princesa?”He lifts up from kissing your neck and makes sure your legs are fully bent almost to your neck, keeping them bent with his big hands, seeing your pussy clench around nothing.

“Yes, baby!” You moan out again, looking at how big and thick he is. It frightens you, but you’re gonna be a good girl and take him so good.

He nods his head knowingly and begins to slowly slide into you, watching your face change.

“S—so big!” You say, dropping your lips in an O shape, tightening around his cock already.

“You’re doing so good f’me, baby. You know that?”Miguel bites his lip and slides his cock a little more deeper inside of you, talking you through his movements, making sure you’re okay.

“Mhm!”You bite your lip and keep your legs open, taking his cock so well.

After a few minutes, he’s fully inside of you and beginning to slowly pound into you. He can’t look this man in the eyes. He’s too sexy and too big to even concentrate. You close your eyes and keep your mouth open while he plows into you. Miguel always keeps eye contact with you even though your eyes are closed, he loves how quick and easy you fall apart on his cock.

“You look at me when I fuck you..”He groans out and begins pounding into you faster, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. You open your eyes slowly and your eyes begin to roll back at how good he feels.” That’s a good girl..”He keeps the hold on your jaw.

“S—so good, daddy! You’re fucking me so good!”You almost yell out, tightening around his cock again. That makes him go crazy.

“Ooo—yea pretty girl !”Miguel smirks.” Tell me how good I’m pounding your insides…tell me what a little slut you are for me..”He groans again and slaps your thighs, making you yelp.

You gasp before speaking, being absolutely fucked dumb,

“You’re fucking m-me so good! I’m such a little fucking w—whore for you!”You whine, looking up into his eyes.

“That’s a good little bitch..”He clenches his jaw and begins pounding into your faster, his hips and thrusts getting sloppier. You can tell he’s going to come soon.

“You gonna come for me, slut?”Miguel asks, watching your hips shake slightly.

“Y—yes, daddy!” You whimper, feeling like you’re gonna come in a few seconds.” I-I’m gonna come baby!” You look up at him.

“Come all over this cock, sexy.” He looks down and wants to watch you come all over his cock. Watch his pretty girl come undone.

“Oh g—goodness!”You cry out, coming over his cock and covering your mouth, making sure your moans aren’t going to be heard.

“Fuuuck—“Miguel drags out, watching you come over his cock. This also makes his come. He keeps his hips at a slight movement while watching both your guys come drip down from the bed.

Miguel pulls out slowly and takes his index and middle finger, sliding it up against your pussy and swiping up your come, sliding them into your mouth and making you suck them.

“Mmm..”You moan on his fingers, tasting the salty and warm juices from both of you. He slides his fingers back out and they’re wiped clean.” Whatta good girl..”He smirks and sits down on the bed, pulling you towards him.

“That was so good”You say, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, that was amazing, doll..You really had a crush on me that bad ,hm?” He jokes and gathers his clothes together, you doing the same.

“Oh shut up!”You giggle and roll your eyes, grabbing your swim suit and sliding it back on.

“How bout’ you get in the shower and I’ll go back downstairs, and tell your daddy you weren’t feeling too good and how I made you take some medicine?” He smirks and looks at you, looking at how beautiful you still look.

“Sounds perfect to me!” You wink at him.

“Good..” Miguel says.

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