#your first time will probs be awkward.. but as lomg as the person you are with respects you you should be comfortable

[writing-good-vibes]

i waste my time dreaming of you (part 3)

guess who finally wrote part 3 of Sheriff x f!reader? me. chickened out of writing a proper blow job because i was very bad at it. WARNING for smut, a half hearted blowjob, virginity again (not for long though), daddy kink.

A gasp left him, whether from the touch of your hand or the sight of you, you didn’t know.

After the single greatest orgasm of your life, you desperately wanted to repay the favour. Feeling the hardness in your hand, you tried to follow your non-existent instincts; drawing your hand down, and then back up.

Lee groaned above you, eyes closing in spite of his desire to watch you.

Feeing exposed even when he wasn’t watching you, you leant up and kissed him, in an effort to distract from the terrible job you thought you were doing. His hands cupped your face, his thumb stroking gently along your cheekbone.

After a few minutes, when your hand slid easier along his length, you pulled away, watching his face for a second before moving further down. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but when you testingly moved your mouth over the head of his dick, you hadn’t realised how big he would feel.

You took as much of his as you could, his moan long and drawn out. Eventually you found a rhythm, the hands combing through your hair a comforting presence.

“You’re doing so well,” he muttered.

It became apparent that you just weren’t practised enough. You weren’t doing a bad job, necessarily, but this was, perhaps, an activity best left for another time, when you had more time to be guided.

Despite your clumsy efforts, the Sheriff’s breathing was heavy above you. Everything was so new and exciting with you, simply because he could see your reactions to it all, reactions and explorations no one before him had seen.

And because he was with you, of course. With your intelligent eyes and nervous hands and mind full of stories and the way you made everything around you seem beautiful too.

You felt his hand on your shoulder, pushing you off him. As your mouth left his heated skin, he groaned, “Honey, I don't want to – I don't want to push you, and if you’re not ready, tonight, we don't have to go further…”

The heat was building between your legs again, you’d come this far, you didn’t want the night to end here. “I want to, I – I want you.”

You hadn’t noticed, too caught up in your own nervousness and concentration, how wet you still were, how wet you were still getting. Fiddling with the zip of your skirt, you shimmed out of it and dropped it on the floor next to the bed, before pulling your top over your head too. He made short work of his own shirt and trousers.

Laying back, he leaned over you, mouth find yours once more and his fingers trailed down your stomach. Lee pulled your panties down slowly, tossing the soaked fabric aside.

Slipping between your legs, his fingers were warm as they dipped into you, your wetness slicking his movements immediately.

“Daddy’s going to be gentle,” he whispered.

One long finger entered you slowly. You clenched reflexively and the Sheriff shushed you gently to keep you calm, his other hand stroking your cheek softly.

Lee took his time, peppering your face with kisses as he worked his fingers inside you. Three fingers had your legs quivering, the fullness feeling foreign, but it just made you want more.

“I –,” you began breathlessly, your hand gripping his bicep to gently stop his movements, “I think I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, that authoritative firmness returning to his voice momentarily.

“I’m certain, please.”

***

You didn’t know what you were expecting your first time to feel like. You’d heard wildly conflicting stories from various friends; that it hurt, that they didn’t feel anything, that it was just a pinch.

It did hurt. The initial breach, even after his fingers had worked you open, hurt. Adjusting to the very foreign feeling took you a moment. He stayed still inside you, moving only with the rhythm of his breathing. Trying to relax, you unclenched your jaw and let a shaking breath out.

“Are you okay?”

You looked into his eyes, which were surprisingly focused, even with his length inside of you, “Yeah, yeah, just a minute.”

He was being so patient. You deserved patience. After a few more moments the stretch didn’t seem so bad and, almost instinctively, you felt the need to move your hips, to adjust the position.

Sheriff took that as a sign to pull out, just slightly, and thrust back in. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, sweetie,” he promised.

“I don't want you to stop.”

Soon the pace picked up and you jerked your hips against him with each thrust.

You could feel another climax building in you, your walls clenching in a desperate need to chase the pleasure, “please,” you mumbled against his neck, where your face was pressed. You didn’t even know what you were trying to ask for, if you wanted him to go faster or slow down, all you knew is that this was a feeling like no other and you wanted it more than you’d ever wanted anything before.

“Please, daddy,” you were pleading, “I need to –,” you cut yourself off with a moan as Lee’s hand returned to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles against you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he repeated, forehead pressing against yours as his thrusts shortened, becoming slightly more sporadic.

You’d never loved anyone more than you loved Lee Brackett right now.

Clinging to him desperately, you whispered, “I-I’m all yours.”

He let out a strangled groan, hips pressing tight against you, dick seated fully within you as he came.

***

No one tells you how unromantic the bit after sex is. As you came down from your high, loose limbed and sweaty, Lee pulled out of you, turning away to remove the condom and throw it into the trash.

“Sweetie, are you okay?”

“I’m great,” you smiled, still somewhat bashful, even after the night’s events.

He lay back down beside you, close but not overstepping, “Was it – was it what you expected?”

“I don’t know what I was expecting,” you answered truthfully, “but it was way better than getting myself off to the thought of you.” Damn, you didn’t know where this confidence suddenly came from.

Lee laughed shortly at your comment, it being his turn to be bashful.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed it, and – and I’m glad you trusted me enough to do this with me.”

It felt like your chest was going to explode, the sudden surge of love and affection weighing heavy on you.

Rolling over to face him, you curled into his chest, the warmth of his arms going tight around your shoulders. You fell asleep content.

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Ahh youre german and you probs get this a lot but if youre on the internet when would you use Sie or du?? Would you use Sie for most people but du for mutuals?? Ive been learning german for a lomg time but my textbooks are really old so they don't deal w internet etiquette!! Thank you so much and have a great day!! Tschüss!!

Hallo!

No I don’t get that so often, only once before I think. I don’t mind it though and good luck with learning German, once you know how to speak it, it’s actually a nice language! Let me tell you before anyone else does, that it’s DAS Nutella, not DIE Nutella. Listen to me buddy, don’t listen to anyone who wants to make a topping female. Back to your question, under the cut.

I think you know how the etiquette works when you talk to someone standing in front of you. Use “Sie” whenever you want to address someone formally and/or a stranger. May it be an older person/the parents of a friend/your manager/the cashier in the supermarket/etc. Continue using “Sie” until someone gives you permission to say “Du” and use their last name until they again give you permission to call them by their first name. If you came that far you made an acquaintance. Nothing more, you aren’t friends with them or anything, don’t mistake that. Most of the time they just feel old.

It’s actually not the same in the internet. If you, for example, visit a forum and talk to somebody there you’d never say Sie. Except if that person is someone YOU consider “above you”. That can be for example someone who knows A LOT more about the stuff you are researching or a mod or anyone. In that case you’d address them formally, though most of the time they will say “du” to you. After they address you informally you might as well. But always do what you feel is right. Nobody will be angered by it, even though if you do it for a whole conversation they will think that you must be raised very, VERY strict.So no, you use Sie for people YOU think are higher in the hierarchy and Du for everyone.

There is still some more, but you asked, lol. This one applies for both - Internet and Real life interactions. Should you get in an argument and the other person uses “Sie” you can decide if you want to be one of that awful youngsters who are to cool for etiquette or you use it too, like you should. That person is either trying to 1.) Calm the situation (It’s like a dog showing it’s belly; they put themselves beneath you by addressing you more formally) or 2.) Stands above it (He doesn’t really want to discuss it, bc he’s way to stubborn and will stand up for his point of view). Most of the time it’s the first reason, tho. In that case do not, I repeat, do not use “Du”. That would be so disrespectful and provoking for the other person.

If you are writing an e-mail or letter and it’s not to a friend or mutual, always “Sie, Ihnen, Ihr, Ihrer, etc” - and most important: Capitalized. That doesn’t apply if you address yourself or somebody else. You only capitalize when you address the person you are writing to, which you don’t know.

In any case: If that person doesn’t want you to address them informally, they will tell you. It will be REALLY awkward for you and even though you can always tell anyone you want to, to not address you informal, it can happen that if you clearly are under 18 people will not say “Sie” to you since you are not an adult. Just keep on insisting that you don’t want to be degraded, they will eventually give in. If you accidentally say “Du” to someone you shouldn’t just quickly apologize and correct yourself, so they don’t even have to tell you to address them formally.

Okay I think I covered everything. Don’t be afraid now, as long as you realize what you did wrong and apologize no one will think about it ever again. It sounds harder and difficult than it really is and most people don’t really bother anyway. If you have any question go ahead and ask and of course: Enjoy what you’re learning!