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xephyras · 1 month ago

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To have you to myself.

warnings: 18+ CONTENT. smut, stalker! john marston, masturbation, obsessiveness, cheating (?) semi rough-sex, dom! john, soft praise kink, soft choking, cursing, oral male! receiving (john needs the blow job <3) , spanking, hair pulling, sub! reader, semi-possesive john, gentle marston (after 🙏) , fluff <3

John stirred in his cot. The little bits of morning sunlight peeked through the small split in the flaps of his tent and shone on his face, making him squint. He grunted quietly as he stretched out, before relaxing his body. He laid on his back, looking up. Whatever went through his head was probably the small insignificant discomfort of having to wake up, and the wish to stay in his cot and sleep the day away.

But he had to get up. After a moment of consideration, he sat up and set foot to the ground beneath him, rubbing his eyes. He decided he'd just get dressed, and he slipped his boots on, fixing his hair but not by much. He grabbed his hat and walked out of his tent, seeing that few people were actually awake. He hummed a bit, though it felt nice to have some lingering quiet every now and then, what with the sometimes louder nights of partying and drinking, accompanied by Uncles boisterous singing and Sean's echoing laughter.

There was nothing wrong with that, but it felt nice to be able to catch a break here and there.

He went and saw there was a pot of coffee set by the fire, smiling with subtle amusement. "Just my luck." he thought to himself. He grasped his cup and poured himself some, taking that gratifying first sip. He felt his core warm up as the fresh liquid glided down his throat like a comforting feeling, chuckling a bit. He went and sat down at the flickering fire, poking around at it.

John looked around. The early birds soared through the sky and twittered after one another, probably fighting over a worm, John imagined. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to be a bird, like a robin perhaps or a blue jay. He listened to the flutter of their wings and the sweet chirping songs of the littler ones in the canopies of the towering pines above.

When he wasn't quite expecting it, someone crossed his mind. A particular someone in the camp. Why that was, John couldn't quite reckon. But he thought. He thought about you.

This wasn't the first time this has happened. On a multitude of occasions John had caught himself with you in the corner of his mind, remaining like a familiar memory he wanted to re-visit. Nothing had ever happened between you two before. You were merely his friend.

Though sometimes, John thought, he wanted it a different way. He wanted you to be more than just his friend. Sometimes...

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The day carried on. Hot and dry it was, for the beginning of summer. John was working on the wagon, making sure everything was in shape and he fixed one of the wheels.

He still couldn't get you out of his head. Today was particularly difficult. He spoke with you but only in few words, usually just saying hello and asking how your day was going.

John would catch glances of you doing your own work, before he'd focus back on what he was doing. He helped some others around with whatever they needed help with, his forehead glistening with salty pearls of sweat. He swiped his arm across his face, grunting softly.

"Christ it's hot today." he said to himself, undoing a couple of his shirt buttons. He took his hat off and set it down, running a hand through his thick black hair. He looked down by the lake. He wished he could swim, because he sure as hell would strip his clothes off and swim in that cool water.

He cursed under his breath. He got back to work, waiting for this day to finally end.

When it did, he cooled his face down with water from the wash station by Pearsons wagon, snatching a beer bottle from the crate. He popped the cap and sipped it. Much like his coffee from this morning, the cool liquid eased it's way down his throat and relaxed him, causing a satisfied hum to come from John.

He went and sat by the fire with everyone, smiling a bit. Arthur greeted him and he nodded.

"Work hard today?"

"Course I did Arthur. Hell I hammered my thumb a good number'a times tryin' to fix that goddamn wagon wheel."

Arthur laughed, and anyone could tell he had already downed a couple of beers from how hearty it was. "Ohh, that don't surprise me much." he joked, slapping his knee.

John rolled his eyes and took another swig of his beer, watching the flicker of the flames. He turned in fairly early, and walked back into his tent.

Today seemed to go by both quick and slow. And all day, he couldn't get you out of his fucking head. He undressed to go to sleep, although he didn't actually sleep until all was quiet in camp and he didn't rest easy, either.

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It was a few weeks now since John had gotten you stuck in his head as if you were a familiar tune that he couldn't quite sing. He didn't want to think he was getting lazy, but he sort of was.

Not with work but with Abigail. He obliviously disregarded her, anything involving intimacy was done quickly, and he felt like he needed something more. Something better. Someone better.

John felt jealous. He envied other men whenever they'd joke around with you. He'd get sick with this envious, prideful desire to be with you. He wanted to be the best. He wanted to have you.

He tried not to think too much about it, but today wouldn't go as he planned. He was sitting down fiddling with his knife, and he heard footsteps beside him. He looked up to see you and he stood up. "Y/N.." he said.

"Hey John." you nodded, smiling.

John felt his stomach swarm with butterflies.

"What.. are you doin' here?"

"Oh, I just came to give your hat back. You left it by the fire." you chuckled.

"oh.. well.. thanks." John reached out to grab it, but you swiped your hand away, grinning "Ah ah- " You placed his hat on your head "You gotta say the magic word first." you smirked, and you put a hand on your hip.

John stared at you like a madman. He all of a sudden felt like he might overheat. Here you were teasing him about his hat, and he couldn't do anything about it. His mind raced as he looked at you. Fucking hell... you were so attractive with his hat on. That stupid fucking smirk you gave him.

He wished the hand on your hip was his own as he slammed into you with his throbbing cock...

John bit the inside of his cheek and darted his eyes. He bit a little too hard, tasting the familiar metallic taste of blood in his mouth. "p- please.." he mumbled.

"Gee, I was just kidding-" you snickered, placing his hat on him. "Didn't think you'd actually say it."

Oh how desperately John wanted to close that space between you and crash his lips into yours. Fuck... why was he thinking like this?

He nodded and walked away, opening his mouth. His teeth were bloody and he spit red, a brow furrowed. He jeans felt a little bit tighter then they did two minutes ago and he wanted to bend you over his knee for it, but he couldn't.

He cursed again, walking to his tent. God why did he walk away? He should have grabbed you and told you how you've been plauging his mind like an infectious disease.

But he fucking wanted that.

He sat on his cot, his jeans undone. He didn't care if you walked in or not. He ran his slender fingers over the pulsing veins of his cock, biting down on his lip. He closed his eyes, circling the head of his manhood with his thumb. John fantasized of what it would be like to see you between his knees with his dick shoved nearly all the way down your throat, watching himself cum until you choked on it.

He stifled a grunt and continued this, until he wrapped his hand around himself and moved it up and down, quickening the pace by the minute. Hell he had never came that fast until he started to imagine it was you jacking him off.

He caught his breath, taking his hand out from his jeans. He removed his clothes and decided he'd wash them. After all he creamed his pants, he wouldn't want anyone to see that.

Later that evening, after dinner, Abigail wanted some time with John.

He couldn't help but picture you underneath him as he rocked his hips against hers, one hand resting on her waist.

John wanted to see you fall apart and he wanted to claim you as his own. He was jealous for you. Why did Abigail get him like this but not you?

He wanted her to be you so badly.

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Sex with Abigail was getting to be a bore for John. There was no excitement for him and having to pretend like there was was painfully annoying to him.

There were more nights now that he would unashamedly masturbate while picturing you, imagining all the things he wanted to do to you, all the things he wished he could do.

John would dream. Some mornings he'd wake up cumming his drawers just wishing you would touch him. He wondered what it would be like to feel you, to kiss you, to be inside you.

He wanted to know the feel of your shaky fingertips trace over the multitude of scars that laced his body, he would love especially if you glided the tip of your tongue over them.

John always finished quickly with Abigail. Not because it was pleasing, but he was impatient and had lost interest. He wasn't just getting impatient with Abigail either, he had started getting a little aggressive with everyone else too.

If they looked at him wrong he'd sneer and walk away. He had his eyes on you a lot more then what he cared to think. You would catch him staring dead at you from across the fire or from whereever you were.

Today you had no time to worry about that. You were going down to the lake to bathe. John asked around for you and when one of the girls said you'd be there he felt a new thrill of excitement burst inside him.

He waited til no one was looking and he snuck down to the water, staying a little ways away from the shoreline, keeping hidden behind some trees.

John's eyes caught you. You weren't undressed yet. John crouched down, his breath baited. He watched you intently. Waiting.

He saw your arms lift and he watched as your shirt came off of your body, leaning a little closer. Next it was your corset. He watched as you unclasped the back, your delicate fingers working swiftly to do so.

John felt his pants grow a bit tighter as you took off your corset and set it down, his eyes wandering hungrily over your top half. He felt bold and took another crouched step, still hidden partially by the trees.

He watched your hands as they pulled your trousers off, biting the inside of his cheek. He didn't care if it hurt, he was too focused on you. John gasped quietly when you kicked them from your ankles and took off whatever else was left, wishing he could go over there and devour you.

"fuck-" John whispered, his face hot as he saw you completely naked. His hands were itching to touch you, to do anything to you.

He watched as you dipped you toes in the water, and as you let your hair down. John's eyes followed you into the water, and as you swam around a bit.

John stood up. He tried to get just a little closer. How was it that you were so... beautiful? So desirable.. and you were only his friend. John spat at the thought.

But the discomfort of his pants was only getting worse. What better chance would John have to see you naked? He fumbled with his belt buckle, not bothering to move. He wanted to look at you and touch himself, it was the closest he was going to get...

John pulled his jeans down to his hips, slipping his hand down his drawers. He hissed when he ran his thumb over his tip, little pearls of pre-cum dribbling down his cock. He wrapped his hand around and glided his member through his hand, moaning softly.

He kept his eyes from fluttering closed, watching as you washed your body. John groaned and he thrusted into his hand, pressing his back to the tree. He rubbed the head of his cock again, moaning raspily as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his mind wild with his explicit daydreams.

He wished he could hole out a little longer but the image of you sitting on his cock and moaning his name was enough to make John cum multiple times. He spilled all over his hand, his groans mixed with soft hisses. He panted quietly, looking over. You were still in the lake and he just stared, his hand still wrapped around himself.

He spit blood from his mouth, looking down at the little mess he made "I'll take care of it later..." he grumbled. He pulled his pants back up and he waited til you got out, gazing at you like you were carved by Greek gods.

He was annoyed when he heard someone calling his name and he had to leave you. But if he didn't go someone would find him here. So he mumbled a profanity and walked away, the image of you lodged in his brain like a bullet.

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John couldn't sleep. He couldn't think straight. He watched you bathe and he'd do it a thousand times for the price of just seeing your beautiful body.

It's no surprise to say he couldn't control himself and became hard just thinking about it. The way your body was shaped, the way your chest was, all of it. He wished so badly he could touch every inch of you. It was starting to become a repetetive fantasy. Masturbating late at night was like a routine for John now.

You couldn't sleep either, however. While a cool swim and wash in the lake was refreshing, you felt... off. Like someone was watching you, perhaps.

You laid awake in your cot, turning on your side. You closed your eyes to try to sleep, when you heard a muffled grunt sound. You shrugged and thought maybe one of the men were just drunk and going to bed or something.

Until you kept hearing this. It went on for fifteen, maybe twenty minutes and after the first five stifled groans were thrown in. You opened your eyes and sat up.

It wasn't coming from outside... or anyone else... it sounded like it was coming from John's tent..

And you could tell also because of the raspy breaths that were taken in between.

You felt a warm feeling creep up to your face. No. He couldn't be.

could he?

You weren't going to try and find out. John had Abigail he was probably just bored.

Right?

You started to think. You weren't trying to assume nothing but you were remembering the way John had been acting lately. That wasn't cause of you, was it?

Surely it couldn't be.

"your thinkin' too hard." you said to yourself. You laid back down and decided to try and ignore what you kept hearing, and soon you did fall asleep.

Hopefully this wouldn't happen again...

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After a couple of days, John just got worse and worse. He started wanting to be around you more and he made it clear. When no one was paying attention John would sneak away to watch whatever it was you were doing. Sometimes he would just stand there and make up his crude daydreams, nearly acting upon them on multiple occasions.

John was obsessive. He would follow you and he would give you this look. It was lustful and it seemed that's how he always looked at you.

At some point you had to talk to him. When everyone was busy you found John.

He was making his way towards you, you could tell.

"John-"

"What?" he said, a bit harshly, as if he were annoyed.

"We need to talk.."

John looked around, grabbing your wrist. He pulled you away to a quiet area where you could be alone.

"what about?" he whispered, his grip remaining on your wrist.

You tried to pull away but he wouldn't let go and he stared intently at you, making you shiver a bit.

"I know you've been watching me- following me like a dog.. What is the matter with you?" you asked. This felt like maybe it was happening too quickly but you couldn't keep quiet much longer.

John felt his mind race at being confronted but he continued to keep his gaze on you, almost uncomfortably unmoving.

"You."

"Me?" You cocked your head. "What do you mean, me?"

John leaned close "you've been on my mind for weeks." he said. You weren't an idiot and you heard the way his tone deepened and his rasp became more prominent.

"Or so I've heard.." you said, looking away. But John grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

"you've heard me?"

"yes.." This was wrong, he had Abigail.... but your stomach pitted anyways and your face grew slightly warm.

"then you know how you've been on my mind.." he purred, pushing your back to the tree that was behind you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat "John I- You have Abigail-"

"Abigail ain't been in my head the way you have. She ain't make me the way you do.." John said, his hold on your wrist was much tighter now and you whimpered.

"John ... I- I can't.. I'm not Abigail.."

"abigail ain't my concern right now..." he said, pressing his lips against yours, deepening the kiss with every moment his mouth was pressed to yours. He held your arms, keeping you pinned against the tree.

John reluctantly pulled away when he felt like all his breath was being sucked out of him. Finally after weeks and weeks he finally had a chance to corner you and make you his.

His lips stuck to yours as they parted, making your breath quiver.

John opened his eyes, looking at you. He had to kiss you again. He couldn't stop. You didn't feel right to, but you kissed back, not knowing what else to do as your stomach pitted further.

John held the side of your neck, his fingertips trying to burrow into your skin. He pulled away again, breathing heavier then before.

"we can't do this here..." you whispered.

John looked up "I don't give a fuck where we do this... you understand me?" he said, pulling you to himself by your collar, making you gasp.

He kissed you a third time, holding you tight. You weren't going to get away from him now.

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The night air was cool, but inside John's tent it was hot and thick. He finally got to see you beneath him after waiting so long, after so many fantasies, he was living them out the way he wanted.

His cock was buried deep inside you as his hips rocked, his sounds reverberating through your body. John groaned as he held onto your hip, thrusting quickly, but gently.

"goddamnit you have no idea how long I've wanted this.." he whispered hoarsely, his lips brushing the tip of your ear.

You moaned softly, running a hand over his chest, the way John wanted. He huffed as he trailed hickies along your neck, exuding another sweet sound from you.

"you're a good girl ain't ya? ten times better then what I've had.. such a good girl for me.. yeah?" John mumbled in between his rather lewd moans, taking in every inch of you with his eyes.

"mm.. y- yes John.." you mumbled, and he felt his pupils go wide.

"say it then sweetheart... tell me what you are.." he groaned, wrapping a hand around your neck gently, just barely squeezing.

You looked up at him with puppy eyes, whining quietly "I- I'm a good girl... I am John!" you pleaded, earning a deep thrust of his hips as he slammed into you.

"that's right.." he whispered, his hold remaining on your neck "and who do you belong to girl? who?" he rasped, his chest vibrating with his low moans.

"y- y- ... you..." you said quietly

"Speak up." John growled, squeezing just slightly.

You whimpered "you!"

"Damn fucking right you belong to me.. you should have a long fuckin' time ago girl.."

John gave a few more thrusts, before stopping. He pulled out gently, looking down at you. He had a thought.

"up.."

You were puzzled. "w- why?"

"I said get up, now listen to me.." he sneered.

You got up from his cot, your legs quivering. John sat upright, his eyes dark. You could see them just barely in the sliver of moonlight that peeked through his tent flaps.

"over my knee."

You felt your knees lock "what did I do?..."

"Just get over my goddamn knee..."

You obeyed John, laying over his knee on your tummy, bringing your elbows over his thigh. "l- like this?"

John didn't answer and raised a hand, striking you raw on your ass. You yelped and felt your eyes well with tears from the sting.

John brought a hand over your mouth "shut up. this is what you get for knowing what the fuck you've been doin' to me and lettin' it carry on the way you did." He struck you again, and you tried to remain quiet, whimpering as hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

"for lookin' at me the way you always did across the fire.." he said, leaving another burning spank.

Your muffled cries into John's hand were not helpful to him but he was going to teach you a lesson, he was going to show you who you belong to.

"For teasing me instead of giving me back what's mine!" he laid that one extra hard on the back of your thighs, making your legs twitch and squirm.

Tears rolled down your face as John pulled you up from your shoulders, his thumbs pressing into your shoulder blades "never do anything like that again, you understand me? you belong to me and if I have to spank you ten more times I fuckin' will....."

John's words were raspy and deep in his throat. You tried to wipe your face but John held your wrists now

"do. you. understand?"

"y- yes John.."

"That's what I goddamn thought." He said, rubbing the small of your back.

"now get on your knees and stay there until i tell you you can get up." he commanded.

You did so, pouting.

"Oh don't give me the lip darlin'... you owe me." he said pridefully, his words dripping with coy satisfaction at your obedience.

He brought you close, spreading his legs. "you know what I want you to do?"

"w- what?"

He leaned down close so he could whisper in your ear "I want you to suck my cock darlin'.. take it so deep into your throat that you've got tears in your eyes from choking.. understand?"

You gave a small nod, placing your hands on his knees. You leaned down and touched your lips to the head of his member, looking up.

"in." John hissed.

You opened your mouth a little wider and watched as his eyes closed, smiling a bit. You ran your tongue over the veins, listening to his soft groan as it errupted from his chest.

"oh fuck..." he mumbled. He moved a hand to your hair, gripping onto it gently.

This encouraged you to keep going, and you did, taking him a little deeper. This continued for a few minutes, until you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, getting a taste of his pre-cum.

"goddammit-" John said through a clenched jaw, tugging your hair

You whined a bit but did as he said, taking his thick member as deep as you could until more tears were streaming down your face and John was a hot, groaning mess.

John gripped onto your hair tightly until you felt his legs shake and your mouth felt warm. He cummed down your throat and made you swallow every bit. When you finished that, you pulled off from him, kissing his thighs

"was that good mister marston?"

John ran a hand through your hair gently, his breath catching in his throat "better then what i've been imaginin' sweetheart.."

He lifted you up onto his lap, so that you were straddling him

"that was a very good thing you did... y'know I've been watching you, right?"

"mm.. yeah.." you nodded, blushing.

"Cause your a smart girl, of course you do." John smirked, slithering his hand in between your thighs as his used one of his slender fingers to feel your protected.

John bit the inside of his cheek when he felt how wet you were, holding the back of your neck with his other hand "that for me darlin'?"

"m'yeah.." you said shakily, your eyes fluttering.

John didn't want to make you impatient. You were good for him, so he would reward you for it. He used his fingers to feel you for a few more moments before moving his index to your clit, circling it delicately as the rest of his fingers fluttered over your glistening folds.

You gave a soft whine, gently grinding your hips "m- more.."

John chuckled a bit and he continued this "goin' for a little ride there sweetheart?"

You nodded just barely, pressing your face to his shoulder. You moaned as he went a little faster, sometimes adding some pressure for more stimulation.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and whimepred "oh john!"

John kissed the corner of your jaw "your a beautiful girl... so good for me, yeah?"

"mhm!-" you agreed with trembling breath, pretty much riding his fingers at this point. But he let you because he wanted you to, he wanted to see you tremble, he wanted to make you cum until you couldn't anymore.

You lost it when John inserted his fingers on top of rubbing your swollen clit, and he was so proud when he watched as you came all over his fingers, kissing your neck as you came to your climax.

"oh yeah... you liked that, didn't you?" he said softly, kissing your face gently.

"yes.. i- i did..." you mumbled, panting softly.

"good... your my girl.. yeah? my girl.. and if i see you with anyone else , i'll do far worse then i did tonight. do you understand me?"

"yes john.. no more daydreaming.." you said, giggling softly as you moved some hair behind his ear.

"That's right." he smiled gently. "although it'll still be fun to watch you every now and then.." he grinned, rubbing your back.

"no more .. waiting.." you said, feeling more relaxed and now quite tired

"you're mine, sweet girl... it feels so good to have you to myself.." he said, kissing your temple.

"just.. don't tell anyone.." you yawned, giggling again although wearily.

"mm... I might." John smirked, lying you on your back. He couldn't wait to see you in the morning.

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The next dawn came as sweetly as the night ended, with you by John's side. He had to make sure this was real. He kissed along your jaw, and your cheekbone, humming quietly.

"sweet girl.." he whispered softly, brushing strands of your hair behind your ear.

He smiled. He finally could have you as his own.. No one else. He finally could adore you the way he wanted.

And that pleased him.

He held you close to his chest, kissing the top of your head. He closed his eyes again, remembering last night with a cocky smile. And he knew when you woke up, he'd do it all over again.

" to have you to myself... " he repeated his words from the night before, chuckling.

"All mine."

-fin. 🤍 OMG?? THIS WAS?? SO LONG?? this took me a few days to finish b/c i worked on it on and off but its so good?? 😻 this idea was just in my brain and im a little obsessed with john so like ermm.... ENJOY <3

taglist !! : @outlaw-apologist , @scariusaquarius , @asexualkieranduffy , @photo1030 , and anyone else who wants to read for john ;) enjoy lovelies <33

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xephyras · 7 months ago

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•Be good for me•

Cooper Adams x fem reader!

Requested by @horrorpiggy I gave it my own spin so I really hope you enjoy!!!!

A harmless crush on single father Cooper Adams wasn’t in your plan. But after being invited to a concert one Saturday afternoon, everything changes.

Warnings! Age gap! Cooper is 45 and reader is 25! Depicting anxiety and panic attack! Blacking out! Daddy kink! Oral!Fem receiving! Finger sucking! Unprotected sex! Choking! Size kink! Praise! Light ish degrading but not really? Slight hint of his second life at one point. Multiple orgasms! Barely proofread!

Spending a Saturday with a recently widowed father and his teen daughter wasn’t exactly your typical weekend. But if you were being honest with yourself, you’d seize any opportunity to spend time with Cooper.

It was just a crush. One that started out because he saved you and your parent’s life from a fire last year. He had effortlessly pulled you over his shoulder and hauled you out of the burning apartment while you were half unconscious.

It was inconvenient in many ways. One, he was twenty years older than you. Two, he had two children and three his wife had been brutally murdered a few months ago by the infamous serial killer the Butcher.

He seemed devastated. Not just for his own loss but the children. After he saved you from the fire, time had passed and you became an occasional babysitter for his son.

Obviously with a crush growing, you loved the times you’d see him but it felt wrong. At his wife’s funeral, his children hugged you and thanked you for being there.

Lady Raven was a popular artist that was constantly playing at his house. Your knees pressed together as you sat in the back of the car, watching Riley and Cooper interact.

You looked away when you caught him look at you through the rearview mirror.

“I just want to say; thanks again for coming with us. I know you’re busy with classes and your part time job. But it means a lot to us.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine but you gave him a smile.

“Oh! No problem. Thank you for even inviting me.” You blushed as his dark eyes scanned over you as you all fell into silence while he parked.

It was a little difficult to keep up with him as you three jogged to the stadium and maneuvered around the growing crowd of people. It made you feel nervous to be in such tight spaces with others.

As time went by, you noticed Cooper growing more agitated and tense but he was trying to force positivity for Riley. Your heart started to accelerate as the music echoed. You cleared your throat as heat warmed you. The black shirt was extra long, reaching your knees covering your shorts.

Your vans squeaked as the light shifted to red and the cheering young girls screamed. The sounds throbbed in your ear as you rapidly blinked.

“Are you okay?” You gasped at the close proximity of Cooper. He was bending down closer to you with a concerned look on his handsome face.

“Yeah! I’m just a little nervous around crowds.” You force yourself to laugh but he doesn’t return the expression.

“You look like you’re about to collapse. Maybe we should find somewhere more relaxed.” You look at Riley, who was losing her mind and jumping around. You shook your head, feeling guilty.

“I couldn’t pull you away. She’s having so much fun.”

Cooper remained silent and you faced the stage again. Your body grew more tense as the minutes passed and your hands were shaking. Your mouth went dry as a few shoulders bumped into you as a guest artist walked through the aisle.

You tried to remain calm but the staff came and told you three that Riley would be the dream girl. She would be going on stage. You would have to go in front of everyone.

Your legs trembled as you followed them closely. The eyes on you made you feel even worse. The bright lights, your clothes suddenly felt too tight as you walked up the stairs. It took all your strength to remain standing as Riley finished the section of the concert with Lady Raven.

You jolted as a large hand came and settled across your forehead. Cooper’s head was tilted and he narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re burning up but you’re shivering. I think we need to find a place for you to sit down.”

Riley was walking towards you both when your eyesight finally faded.

You were pulled off your feet. You could feel what was going on but you weren’t able to open your eyes yet. Cooper was carrying you, his muscular arms encasing you against his chest. You came to as he sat you down in a chair. A few medical members were gawking at him as he knelt down, holding a compress to your face.

“You blacked out. You were having a panic attack and you were about to fall. Just stay still, okay?”

You don’t have the energy to speak yet but Cooper moves a stray hair out of your face and leans in closer. “You need something with calories. You haven’t eaten all day, I bet.” He gives you a knowing look.

“Is she your girlfriend?” One of the nurses ask and you feel sobered immediately. But to your surprise, Cooper doesn’t say no to her.

Instead he stands up, swiftly returning with a small box of juice.

He presses the straw to your lips and encourages you to take a sip. “Atta girl, good job. You’ll be feeling better in a few minutes. Glad I kept an eye on you, sugar.” The term made your pulse quicken.

“Is there any way we can get out of here quickly? I don’t think she needs a hospital but I do want to take her home.” Cooper asks the nurses and you faintly hear them tell him a way out peacefully.

“I don’t want to be a problem.” You whisper and Cooper clicks his tongue.

“Isn’t she the sweetest? Doesn’t want to cause trouble.” Cooper reaches down and sets a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m okay, I can stand now.” You insist but he cups your waist. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you feel his sweater pressed against you, his lips lingering next to your ear.

“Always so insistent. But you’re gonna let daddy help you. Aren’t you, little one?”

You could have melted right then and there. You almost sure you were fucking dreaming but the dangerous look in his eye was all too real. His graveled voice was alluring and made your core tighten.

You were speechless as he walked next to you still holding your torso. It was surreal.

“Why are there so many police officers?” Riley asked and Cooper shrugged.

“Nothing to worry about. We’re getting out of here. Can’t have another blackout, can we?”

“Please, I really don’t want to intrude further.” You pleaded as Cooper ushered you into the house.

“Shh, none of that. I insist. I’m not going to take a chance that you fall alone in your apartment. You’re going to stay here tonight. Besides, the kids love having you here.” He seemed electrified as he pressed his palm to your back.

“You’re going to eat something and then rest. It’s the least I can do since you help me all the time.”

You didn’t bring up the comment he made earlier but you did notice the way he had a hint of a smirk the entire evening. He seemed off on the ride home. The way he gripped the steering wheel made his arm quiver.

Cooper never showed a hint of anger. He was always patient. Sometimes silly with the kids but today there was something different.

Your body was covered by a blanket on the couch a few hours later. Riley and her brother were upstairs in bed. Cooper had disappeared a few minutes ago, promising to come back soon.

Unable to stay still anymore, you made your way to the spare bedroom and groaned. You didn’t have any clothes to sleep in and you rubbed your face with your hands.

“You always do that when you’re frustrated.” You shrieked and spun around.

Cooper stood in the doorway. His shoulders were tense, fingers curled into his fists and he closed the door behind him. His hair was smoothed back.

“You scared the fuck out of me.” You breathed.

“There’s not much I can do about that habit I’m afraid. Being able to walk quietly took some practice. How are you feeling?” He leaned against the wall and your gaze flickered over his face.

“I’m okay. I just want to apologize. I’m sorry if I made the concert stressful. Sometimes my anxiety gets out of control. I should have just found a way home. I didn’t mean to cause any extra stress-“ You rambled on and Cooper's lips quirked into a smile.

“You have nothing to apologize for. In fact, it worked out in a way. We didn’t have to go through the police. All thanks to you.” He took a step forward and your stare widened.

“Cooper. Are you alright?”

His movements continued until his shoes were against your bare feet. “I’ve never been better, sweetheart. I just want to ask you to do something to me.” He rolled his neck before his hands settled on your shoulders.

“I want you to be a good girl tonight. Can you be a good girl for me, little one? You're gonna let me take care of you?”

Your mouth parted and he took the opportunity to swipe his thumb across your lower lip.

“Don’t act surprised. I see the way you look at me. And I really would appreciate it if you didn’t lie about it, baby doll.” You gasped and he gently touched your tongue. Sticking his thumb further in your mouth.

Your lips gently wrapped around and sucked. His eyes fluttered and he removed his hand. Cooper took the opportunity to grab the back of your head, pulling you up and he crushed his lips to yours.

He tasted sweet as his tongue darted in and swept over your teeth. It wasn’t too much. His experience obvious by the age gap as he backed you against the bed. Coopers strength was surprising as he easily pressed you down on the mattress. He nibbled your lip before pulling away and peppered kisses along your jaw. Your legs looped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“You gonna let me eat that pretty pussy?” He questioned against your skin and you whined. Cooper trailed his lips down your chest, stomach and finally his thick fingers pulled down your shorts. He sucked in a sharp breath as he admired your underwear.

“Anyone ever done this to you?” He toyed with the waistband and you cleared your throat.

“Not-not really. They didn’t put any effort.” You stuttered.

Cooper peeled off your panties, exposing your pulsing cunt and he didn’t waste any further time. He shoved his face against your pussy, making you throw your head back. His tongue kitten licked your clit and then flattened. He slowly dragged it down and shoved it inside you. The feeling was overwhelming as you turned your head to the side, trying to suppress loud noises that were desperate to escape you.

“This is what you get for being a good girl,” Cooper praised, his hands holding your thighs apart as he spit on your cunt. He sucked your center into his mouth, your hips rolling as he moaned against you.

“You taste so good. Can’t get enough. I’m gonna make you cum on my face.”

He applied more pressure and enthusiastically licked your wetness. His nose was firm against your pussy and your nipples were so hard they hurt.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You managed and the uncoiling of your stomach sent a shock through your body. Your fingers sank into his hair, humping his jaw as Cooper continued to suck your clit.

It was overwhelming and he added to it by adding two fingers. He curled them deep and tears clouded your vision.

“Daddy-please-“ You whispered and he snarled. His enormous hands and brute strength aided his ability to effortlessly flip you over on your stomach.

Cooper pulled you to your knees, pushing your chest down so your ass was sticking in the air. He gave it a harsh slap and you heard his belt unbuckle. Your cunt was aching and cum smeared on your inner thighs. You felt the leather of the belt wrap around your throat but panic didn’t set in. It wasn’t tight enough to cause too much pain but it was pressure to keep you still.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this? Leashed like a god damn puppy? So eager to please me? I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t even see straight. You’re gonna be stuffed full of cum.” His filthy words made you groan.

Cooper ran the tip of his dick along your slit, his precum coating your clit. He pushed it into you and he held you up by the belt. Your body jerked as he thrusted his hips. You felt like splitting in the middle but all discomfort vanished as he toyed with your bud.

“I like seeing you fucking helpless. That’s my good girl. Taking my cock so well. Squeezing me so hard. Don’t worry, daddy’s not gonna pull out.” You rocked back into him in a harsh rhythm. He pounded into you almost anomalistically. His huge body caged you in and Cooper choking you only added to the pleasure.

“Cream on it. Fucking cream on my dick. I know you can.” He commanded and you cried as another orgasm neared.

“Tell me who’s in control, doll.” He ordered and you repeated the worse hoarsely.

Your second climax came and hit you like a storm. Cooper huffed and grunted as his cock twitched inside you and ropes of his cum sprayed your insides. It gave him more slip to fuck you through it.

He hauled you on his lap, letting go of the belt and he turned you to face him. Your thighs on either side as he set you on his dick. Cooper's eyes were black with lust as he palmed your tits.

“So greedy, keeping this pussy from me? You just fucking wait till I stop going easy on you. I have so much-so much I need to take out on you.” Your head lulled back as you bounced on his shaft.

Your hands balanced on his chest and your mouth hovered above his. “You feel so good,” You admitted and Cooper smiled hazily. His hands traveled and cupped the back of your ass. It would have normally embarrassed you that you weren’t able to last longer but it only a few minutes passed before another orgasm sent you over the edge.

“You look so god damn pretty. Even prettier than if you were-“ He jerked his jaw as you gently cupped his face. Cooper must have been surprised by your gentle display because he pressed a swift kiss to your palm.

“My sweet girl. Doing such a good job. I’m so proud of you for taking it,”

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