he was just curious when he clicked on your ‘history’ tab, trying to convince himself there was nothing accusational about his snooping. endless pages of clothing sites and pinterest links fill the screen as he keeps an ear engaged for you, listening to you humming away in the shower just a room over. the faucet was still running, so he knew it was safe to go digging.

his heart skips a beat when he sees the cluster of sites you’d forgotten to hit ‘clear today’s history’ on, clearly spending a night unwinding. dex was a man, a man who had been lonely for a chunk of his life — he knew that orange and black PH logo like an old friend. he could tell from your history that you’d gone shopping around on X.com for a video to get yourself off to aswell. he licks his lips, feeling a little trembly as he clicks into the videos.

his chest swole with jealousy as the site loads, drumming his fingers impatiently on the Glossier sticker pasted haphazardly beside your touchpad. what if you had a favourite pornstar? the idea of you getting off thinking about anyone else but him hurt, but he couldn’t help let his mind drift to the image of you sprawled out on your bed, back arching, desperately pawing away at that sweet little princess clit.

he’s snapped out of his dirty thoughts when the video loads. ‘masked man punishes spoiled brat’. it’s exactly what it sounds like — tall man clad in tactical gear and a balaclava making an example out of a younger looking girl, pink skirt flipped up and trashy tiara slipping off her head. he chuckles, low and perverse — he should’ve known.

he keeps clicking, following your digital foot print through to each video.

‘daddy’s girl loses anal virginity’

‘masked vigilante has his way with cheerleader’

‘daddy sluts me out’

all vulgar titles, all portraying exactly what he thought you’d like. he stares at the video infront of him, punching the button to lower volume a few times, just in case. a girl that looks just like you gets her hair pulled, throwing her ass back to meet the older man’s punishing thrusts. he pictured the two of you acting it out, cock pulsing in his pants.

“dex? what’che doing on my laptop?” you ask innocently, suddenly having appeared in the doorway. he jolts out of his trance, feeling like a perverted teenager for a moment, caught red handed. you stand before him, the image of fucking temptation — hair still dripping down your neck, a tiny pink towel pressing against your tits and stopping at the very tops of your thigh, your skin smooth and silky.

“fuck.” he breathes out, adjusting his stiff cock shamelessly before gesturing you over with his head. “come over here.”

you totter over innocently, clutching your towel as you sit right beside him. when your eyes focus on the screen, you gasp, going to reach out to slam the laptop closed but he stops you with a gentle firmness at the wrist.

“i’m— i’m sorry i— i was just curious and i don’t know how i ended up looking at—”

“you’re not—” he cuts you off impatiently, closing his eyes for a moment. “in trouble… sweetheart.”

“i’m not?” you breathe, feeling prickles of humiliation spread all through you and heat between your legs from the memory of the porn video.

“everyone plays with themselves… it’s normal.” he speaks eerily calm, thick coarse fingers tickling up your spine slowly making you squirm. “but i’d like to know, is this something you want done to you, baby?” he asks with a faux-curiosity, a tone that tells you that he knows the answer.

“i— i don’t…”

“now be honest. d’you really want a big, scary masked up man to break in… back you into a corner… intimidate you… then take off all your clothes n’d use you like a sex doll?” dex speaks slowly, really selling it as you hang onto his every word. you swallow thickly, wet lashes tickling your cheeks as you close your eyes shamefully at your next admission.

“i saw a balaclava at the back of your closet.”

you hear a low, cruel chuckle beside you, his fingers now drawing patterns on your smooth back. “seems like i’m not the only one who went snooping.”

you say nothing, biting your lip as you continue to stare at your lap. it was really hard to work out whether or not you were in trouble with dex sometimes. his words say one thing, but his voice says another.

“i wanna see.” he speaks after a moment of silence, the low volume of the pornstar moaning and whinging on screen the only soundtrack to the room.

“hm?” you breathe softly, guiltily shifting in your seat, feeling arousal puddle between your folds.

“i want to see… how you touched yourself when you watched these dirty videos.” dex reaches round beneath your arms, breath on your shoulder as he peels the towel off your body, leaving you naked on the edge of the bed, nipples hard from the cold air.

he drags the laptop on its little table closer centre at the foot of the bed before manoeuvring himself to sit behind you, gently tugging you to lean back on him. your breath shudders as he eases your legs open, eyes fixated on the screen.

“go ahead. m’watching.”

“dex” you whine shyly, pouting and squirming in his grasp. he slides a hand up the back of your neck and holds it firmly — keeping your shameful gaze on the screen.

“i won’t ask you again. show me how you play with that pussy.”

your shaky hand is more eager than you wanted to let slip, chastely coming to your lips where you spit a small stringy glob onto them before you bring them between your spread legs, massaging it into your own clit. you bite back a whimper, and he lets out a guttural groan behind you, cock practically tearing a hole through his pants.

“yeah… ‘that it? you rubbed that pretty clit like that?” he coo’s condescendingly, pleased smile on his face.

“mhm…” you wobble, focusing on the way the big strong man in the video held the girls arms behind her back, pelvis clapping against her ass.

“that what you want me to do baby? you want me to break in here? scare you a lil’bit? call you names… manhandle you? show you how much stronger i am than you?” he lists off and you gasp in arousal, widening your legs as your movements speed up at the image. “yeah… that did it for you, huh?”

benjamin poindexter x reader

stalker!dex who knows exactly what toys you have, where they are, and which ones are your favourite. but when he breaks in he pretends he doesn't, so when you lie he's disappointed.

he's got you pinned down, your pants and underwear already discarded on the floor, your legs forcefully spread apart. he has an empty gun pointed at your head, but you don't need to know that he wouldn't shoot you, or that he can just throw it and kill you.

"either i shoot this pretty little head of yours... or you can show me how you touch yourself." he presses the barrel to your temple to emphasise his point.

"girl like you oughta have a vibrator laying around somewhere, yeah?" he tries so hard to not sound like a rabid dog, but with you finally in his hands and staring up at him like this it's practically impossible.

"i don't have one of those things- please just let me go," you whimper, shaking your head to try and convince him.

he pauses, still grinning but it doesn't go past his eyes. he sighs dramatically, pretending to be so upset with you.

there's no real reason for him to do this, he could just go to your bedroom and break the shitty lock on your bottom drawer and force the toy on you.

but... a part of him wants to see how much more work he'll have to put in to you being his, and lying isn't part of that deal.

"baby, i thought you'd be smarter than that. you think i don't see how stupid you get, coming home after work and pressing that pink little toy to your pussy?" he asks like he's genuinely expecting an answer.

"p-please- please don't hurt me. i'm so sorr-"

he shushes you, moving a stray hair out of your face with the end of the gun.

the  longer  you  were  with  him,  the  more  you  started  to  notice  his  patterns  of  controlling  behavior.  at  first,  it  felt  entirely  unfamiliar.  the  men  you  had  dated  before  needed  to  be  guided  a  little  here  and  there,  and  as  your  relationships  progressed,  they  just  didn’t  feel  like  real  providers.  the  longer  you  stayed  with  anyone,  the  more  it  started  to  feel  like  you  were  the  one  taking  care  of  them.

with  dexter,  it  was  completely  the  opposite.  he  took  the  lead  —  not  even  willingly,  but  un-delegatably.  there  was  no  other  option,  really.  he  planned,  decided,  and  executed.  you  just  lay  back  and  look  pretty.

exhausted  from  the  constant  mental  load  of  decision-making  and  the  stress  of  scheduling  your  own  life,  you  could  finally  relax  a  little.

as  time  went  on,  the  unusual  things  he  wanted  to  do  for  you  grew  more  frequent,  all  so  you  wouldn’t  have  to  do  them  yourself.  he  pampered  you  like  a  precious  treasure.  you  had  been  naive  to  think  he  was  simply  different  from  other  men  just  because  he  was  much  older  than  you.

the  first  thing  that  caught  you  off  guard  was  when  he  waited  for  you  after  a  girls’  night  out  with  a  bath  full  of  bubbles  and  your  favorite  candles  lit  around  the  room.  he  had  even  bought  new  ones,  unsure  if  you  would  want  to  burn  the  ones  already  scattered  around  the  house.  the  surprise  wasn't  the  bath  itself,  but  the  fact  that  he  insisted  on  washing  you,  conditioning  your  hair,  and  feeding  you  small  bits  of  strawberries  while  the  treatment  marinated.

then,  before  dressing  you  in  your  favorite  pajamas,  he  urged  that  you  must  be  tired.  he  cupped  the  glass,  bracing  the  back  of  your  neck  with  one  hand  while  holding  the  rim  to  your  mouth,  carefully  tipping  it  for  you  to  drink.  he  placed  you  on  your  shared  bed,  lotioned  your  body,  carefully  massaged  your  tired  muscles,  and  dressed  you  in  the  clothes  he  had  meticulously  picked  out  while  you  were  gone.  it  felt  incredibly  relaxing.

honestly,  you  thought  he  just  wanted  to  have  sex,  because  in  your  mind,  that  level  of  pampering  was  always  associated  with  an  underlying  motive.  but  he  didn’t  insist  on  anything.  instead,  he  gave  you  a  list  of  options.

“wanna  watch  that  tv  show  you’ve  been  so  crazy  about?  or  you  can  read  your  book,  too,  if  you  want.  i  can  massage  your  feet.  you  want  that?  you  must  be  tired,  sweetheart.  let  me  know  what  you  need.”

then  he  started  picking  out  your  outfits  before  you  even  woke  up.  he'd  iron  them  and  carefully  hang  them  on  your  dresser,  alongside  his  choice  of  jewelry  and  hair  accessories.

eventually,  you  realized  it  had  been  a  long  time  since  you  had  actually  needed  to  arrange  anything.  every  little  task  that  came  up  was  already  taken  care  of.  you  never  questioned  it,  and  dex  never  brought  it  up  either.  other  than  that,  he  always  dropped  you  off  and  picked  you  up  wherever  you  went.  he  prepared  your  food  and,  whenever  time  allowed,  slowly  fed  it  to  you  —  sometimes  while  you  were  watching  tv  or  writing  in  your  journal.  on  the  weekends,  he  tidied  your  nails  and  picked  a  color  for  you.  normally  pink  or  something  neutral.  you  got  used  to  it  all  so  fast,  and  you  couldn't  deny  how  much  you  loved  being  taken  care  of.

after  a  while,  you  were  so  caught  up  in  it  that  after  a  couple  of  days  away  from  him,  you  fell  into  his  chest  the  moment  you  got  home,  hugging  him  tight  and  whining,  “i  missed  you  so  much.”

you  kissed  him  deeply,  pulling  him  closer  with  a  tug  on  his  hips,  barely  realizing  that  you  were  already  clawing  at  his  skin.  it  didn't  take  long  until  you  were  fully  undressed.  he  knelt  in  front  of  you,  eating  you  up,  his  fingers  scissorsing  inside  you.  "missed  you  so  much,  dad."  the  name  slipped  out.  you  were  so  hazed  you  didn't  even  realize  it.  he  had  truly  been  like  a  caregiver  to  you  all  this  time,  and  now  he  had  you  completely  wrapped  around  his  fingers.  your  knees  grew  weak,  and  you  found  stability  by  gripping  his  shoulder  and  head.  he  kneaded  your  thighs,  encouraging  you  to  let  go  for  him.  “s'  so  good,  please.  i  love  you.  i  love  you.  i  love  you.”

he  was  always  gentle,  but  this  time  you  insisted  he  fucks  you  harder.  and  harder.  you  had  missed  him  so  much  that  your  brain  turned  to  mush  as  he  pounded  the  remaining  sense  out  of  you.  he  showered  you  in  praise  and  affection,  and  you  kept  calling  him  "dad,"  completely  out  of  it.  he  could  have  sworn  it  made  him  harder  each  time.

“you  love  dad,  right?  my  sweet  angel—”

r-18.  ୭౿ dentist dex au, dub-con,  medplay,  breath  play,  anesthesia play,  professional  misconduct

"ma'am?"  a  kind  voice  called  out.  you  looked  in  the  direction  of  the  sound,  with  a  small  hum.  you  rose  from  your  seat  to  follow  her  into  an  even  brighter  room.  "doctor  poindexter  will  be  with  you  in  a  moment.  please  take  a  seat,  make  yourself  comfortable."  as  you  did,  she  was  quick  to  drape  the  dental  bib  around  your  neck  and  as  usual  you  helped  her  by  holding  your  hair  up.  she  left  the  room.

you  were  nervously  tapping  the  armrest  as  you  were  trying  to  not  look  into  huge  light  overhead.  you  can't  help  it  but  you  were  trembling.  you  looked  over  to  the  cart  with  metal  tools  neatly  aligned  across.

"well,  good  morning."  a  low  voice  spoke  up  behind  you  and  you  were  quick  to  meet  your  dentist's  face.  “oh,  you  look  troubled.  everything's  alright?”

"good  morning,  doctor.  i  am  a  little  bit  nervous."  you  lied.  sweet  tooth-rotting  lie  or  atleast  hopefully  it  is.

"is  that  so?"  he  looked  back  at  the  computer  behind  you.  "i  don't  think  your  appointment  was  correctly  scheduled.  normally  we  have  an  option  for  anxious  patients."  you  pouted  at  his  words.  “but  luckily  for  you,  i  also  take  anxious  patients.  so,  do  you  have  any  pain?”

“i'm  only  here  for  a  regular  check  up.”

"alright,  darling.  i'm  going  to  take  a  look  now.  smile  wide."  he  was  putting  on  his  gloves  as  he  spoke,  then  he  was  quick  to  stick  a  finger  in  your  mouth,  stretching  it  to  the  side  and  sliding  it  along  your  bottom  lip  to  do  the  same  on  the  other  side.  then  two  of  his  fingers  were  placed  under  your  chin.  "perfect.  now  open  up  for  me,  yeah?"  you  did.  "a  bit  more,  please."  you  stretched  bigger  and  you  already  felt  a  bit  of  tension  in  the  corners  of  your  mouth.  “okay,  i  will  take  a  closer  look  with  the  mirror,  okay?  the  steel  may  feel  a  little  cold.”

the  tiny  mirror  clicked  around  your  teeth,  then  a  probing  tool  was  used  to  examine  further.  "ah,  i  see.  you  must  find  it  difficult  to  floss,  isn't  that  right?"  you  nodded.  "you  just...  seem  to  have  such  a  tiny  mouth.  hard  to  do  a  good  job  back  there,  yeah?"  you  nodded  again.  his  voice  was  calming  but  also  exciting.  you  felt  a  knot  forming  in  your  lower  belly.  “but  it's  still  a  good  job.  i  suggest  we  do  a  cleaning  and  then  you're  done.  i  don't  see  anything  concerning.  just  some  pretty  teeth.  and  mouth.”

you  nodded  again  as  he  was  still  holding  the  tools  inside  your  mouth.  when  he  lifted  them  from  your  mouth,  a  string  of  saliva  still  connected  you  to  the  tools.  how  embarrassing.  you  looked  down  on  your  lap.  your  skirt  had  shifted  enough  to  show  off  the  bare  of  your  thighs  but  before  you  could  do  anything  about  it,  he  guided  your  head  up  with  a  finger  under  your  chin.  you  smiled  and  squirmed  in  your  seat  nervously.  "gonna  get  you  local  anesthesia  so  you  don't  feel  a  thing.  unless  you  want  to."  you  didn't  protest  yet.  your  eyes  wandered  to  the  tools  on  the  cart.  can't  help  the  fact  that  seeing  the  probe  and  scaler  made  you  feel  a  little  excited,  especially  paired  with  your  doctor.  he  looked  like  he  could  humiliate  you  real  good.

he  prepped  your  gums  with  a  mint-flavored  gel  that  left  a  tingling  sensation.  then  he  already  had  the  long  silver  syringe  in  his  hand,  glinting  under  the  harsh  overhead  lamp.  you  visibly  swallowed  hard.  “everything's  fine.  just  gonna  sting  a  little.  i've  got  you.”

he  injected  the  medicine  into  the  tight  gum  tissue.  a  singular  pearl  of  tear  swelled  in  your  right  eye  but  he  kept  going.  giving  you  small  doses  in  multiple  areas.  it  felt  really  tight.  you  couldn't  help  yourself  as  a  tiny  whimper  escaped  your  mouth.  it  was  almost  silent  then,  except  for  the  crinkle  of  the  plastic  bib  and  his  gloves  audibly  stretching  around  his  skin.  "well  done."  he  murmured  after  the  needle  slid  out.  in  mere  thirty  seconds  you  lost  your  senses  in  your  mouth  area.  panic  short-circuited  your  brain  and  you  reached  out,  fingers  wedged  behind  his  belt  buckle,  curling  into  a  tight,  desperate  fist.

"ma'am,  that's..."  he  didn’t  pull  away.  instead,  he  leaned  in  closer,  his  gloved  fingers  tracing  the  line  of  your  jaw.  "that's  a  rather  bold  way  to  handle  your  nerves,  isn’t  it?"  he  murmured,  his  voice  dropping  an  octave,  losing  its  formality.  he  gently  reached  down,  hand  resting  on  yours,  keeping  it  exactly  where  it  was.

he  turned  to  the  tray,  picking  up  the  scaler,  ignoring  the  way  you  were  already  drooling  underneath  him.

"since  you  seem  so  intent  on  holding  onto  me,  why  don’t  you  try  to  keep  that  grip  while  i  finish  this  cleaning?"  you  nodded.  the  metal  caught  the  light,  a  silver  sliver  that  he  brought  toward  your  mouth.  he  paused,  his  gaze  locked  onto  yours  again,  and  then  just  continued.  he  used  the  cold  tip  of  the  scaler  to  hook  the  inside  of  your  lip,  pulling  it  back  taut,  creating  a  vulnerable  opening.

"i'm  going  to  use  this  to  guide  you,"  he  stated,  his  thumb  pressing  down  on  your  tongue.  “you  might  not  feel  where  you  end  and  the  tool  begins.  that's  exactly  how  i  want  it,  honey.”

he  began  to  move  the  scaler  in  slow,  deliberate  arcs.  he  used  the  metal  instrument  to  poke,  prod,  and  stretch  your  mouth.  you're  not  even  sure  if  it  was  part  of  the  cleaning.  soon  enough,  tool  was  exchanged  for  the  ultrasonic  scaler.  the  one  that  vibrated  and  made  you  ache.  he  paused  again,  watching  your  eyes  dilate.  he  slid  the  scaler  over  your  bottom  teeth.  he  was  dragging  the  tip  slowly,  teasingly  even.

he  was  humming  along  with  the  machine,  a  soft,  tuneless  melody  that  filled  the  silence.  every  time  he  hit  a  spot  that  should  be  sensitive,  he  lingered,  applying  just  enough  pressure  to  make  you  squirm,  forcing  you  to  arch  your  back  against  the  leather  of  the  dental  chair.

then  he  stopped  the  scaler.  "you're  doing  so  well,  honey."  he  cooed,  reaching  up  to  brush  back  the  hair  that  had  fallen  into  your  eyes.  his  gloved  finger  lingered  on  your  temple,  tracing  a  slow,  hypnotic  circle.  “but  you’re  awfully  tense.  are  you  worried  i'm  going  to  stop?”

he  finally  let  the  scaler  clatter  back  onto  the  metal  tray.  he  picked  up  some  gauze,  tidying  up  around  your  mouth.  then  he  lets  you  rinse  before  he  was  cleaning  you  up  again.  then  he  knelt  between  your  thighs,  effectively  locking  you  into  the  chair.  he  reached  for  his  mask,  soft  snap  of  the  elastic  made  you  flinch  a  little.  he  peeled  it  away,  making  your  heart  malfunction  a  little.  his  hands  coming  up  to  steady  your  face,  his  thumbs  pressing  into  your  cheeks  to  keep  your  mouth  wide.

"you've  been  so  patient,"  he  said  with  glistening  eyes  and  a  smile  so  wide  it  was  splitting  his  face.

"i'm  so  proud  of  you.  since  you're  so  beautifully  numb,  i  think  i  could  put  that  lack  of  sensation  to  good  use.  let's  see  just  how  much  stretch  that  pretty  little  mouth  of  yours  has."  he  purred.

he  hooked  his  gloved  fingers  into  the  corners  of  your  mouth,  pulling  outward  and  downward  with  sudden  force.  you  only  felt  the  pressure  of  his  movements  due  to  the  anesthesia.  you  can  feel  the  skin  and  muscles  of  your  cheeks  straining  to  their  limits.

with  his  other  hand  free,  he  used  his  fingers  to  explore  the  insides  of  your  mouth.  he  slid  two  fingers  deep  into  your  mouth,  using  his  knuckles  to  pin  your  tongue  flat  against  the  floor  of  your  mouth  so  it's  completely  out  of  his  way.  the  back  of  your  throat  spasmed,  your  eyes  watering  instantly  as  tears  finally  spilled  over  your  temples.

"makes  me  so  hard,  love.  feel  it."  he  guided  your  hand  that  was  still  gripping  his  belt.  his  cock  was  swollen  and  throbbing  underneath  his  white  cotton  jeans.  you  whimpered.  and  squirm.  it  felt  euphoric.

"can  you  stuff  my  mouth,  doctor?"  you  slurred  a  little  from  the  numbness  and  it  made  him  melt.

"stuff  your  mouth?"  he  echoed  but  he  was  already  shifting  his  weight.  his  gloved  hand  reached  down,  covering  yours  over  his  belt  buckle  and  seconds  later,  he  was  already  abusing  your  tongue  with  the  tip  of  his  cock.  slapping  it  against  your  numbness.  he  grabbed  the  back  of  your  head,  his  fingers  grabbing  tightly  into  your  hair  to  anchor  you.  he  didn't  give  you  a  second  to  prepare  as  he  leaned  forward,  driving  his  cock  straight  past  your  lips,  stuffing  your  stretched  mouth  completely  full.  he  didn't  hesitate  to  attempt  to  bruise  the  back  of  your  throat,  which  locked  up  instantly.  he  held  his  hips  flush  against  your  face,  his  thumbs  dug  into  your  cheeks,  forcing  your  lips  to  stay  sealed  tightly  around  his  thick  base.  your  body  violently  spasmed  against  the  leather,  and  he  felt  your  panic.

"breathe,"  he  commanded.  he  tapped  the  side  of  your  face  with  two  gloved  fingers,  his  eyes  locked  onto  your  wide,  teary  doe  eyes.  “breathe  through  your  nose,  honey.  come  on.  use  your  nose.”

saliva  overflowed,  running  in  thick,  unchecked  streams  down  your  chin  and  onto  the  plastic  bib  when  you  finally  comprehended  his  instructions.  you  closed  your  throat  off  as  much  as  you  could  around  him,  taking  in  a  sharp,  whistling  breath  through  your  nostrils.  your  mouth  relaxed  around  him,  allowing  him  to  fuck  into  it  again.

after  a  few  violent  thrusts,  without  a  word  of  warning,  his  fingers  slid  up  from  your  jaw.  he  pinched  his  gloved  thumb  and  forefinger  tightly  over  your  nostrils.  suddenly,  you  panicked  again,  eyes  opening  wide,  pupils  dilating.

your  entire  body  went  rigid.  you  frantically  clawed  at  his  wrists,  trying  to  pull  his  hand  away  from  your  face.  he  didn't  budge  an  inch.

"don't  fight  it,"  he  murmured,  his  voice  dropping  to  a  dangerously  quiet,  breathless  whisper.  he  looked  down  at  your  flushed  face,  watching  the  sheer  desperation  turn  your  cheeks  a  dark  pink.  "just  feel  me.  no  air,  honey.  just  feel  how  big  i  am  inside  your  tiny  little  mouth."

he  started  to  thrust  again,  but  this  time  it  was  faster,  rougher.  every  heavy  slam  of  his  hips  against  your  jaw  felt  like  sparks  across  your  vision,  making  you  roll  your  eyes  into  the  back  of  your  head.

he  suddenly  let  go,  pulling  his  thick  length  out  of  your  throat,  and  as  he  separated  from  you,  a  thick  string  of  saliva  stretched  between  you,  connecting  his  skin  to  your  bottom  lip  before  snapping  and  pooling  onto  your  chin.

"dad’s  a  little  surprised,  that’s  all."  you  were  caught  red-handed  after  dex  asked  to  use  your  laptop  to  look  something  up.  all  of  those  tabs  you  had  open...  you  were  so  embarrassed  that  typically,  you  crashed  out  on  him.

"why’d  you  look  through  my  stuff!  i  can't  even  have  privacy!"  pearls  of  tears  swelled  up  in  the  corner  of  your  eye.  you  wouldn't  have  cared  if  it  was  normal  stuff,  but  you  had  a  big  crush  on  your  stepdad  so  naturally,  your  browser  was  full  of  stuff  with  older  men  and  girls  exactly  like  you  and  him.  you  got  curious!  it  was  a  new  thing  you  discovered,  almost  like  a  rabbit  hole.  since  you  felt  so  icky  about  getting  all  flustered  and  nervous  around  your  stepdad,  you  just  wanted  to  see  if  it  was  normal  and  then  you  discovered  a  whole  new  world  of  different  kinds  of  things.

"it's  fine,  baby.  i'm  sorry.  i  won't  tell  anyone,  okay?"  he  cooed,  reaching  his  pinky  finger  toward  you.  your  grumpy  little  doll  face  was  so  cute  to  him,  he  just  wanted  to  squish  your  cheeks  but  you  were  like  a  cat.  he  didn't  try  to  get  close  because  you  might  claw  him  and  hiss.  "i  promise?"

you  blew  air  through  your  nose  and  crossed  your  arms,  looking  away.  he  gave  up  and  left  your  room,  gently  closing  the  door.  you  spent  the  afternoon  in  your  room,  huffy  and  all.  you  even  missed  dinner.

you  almost  drifted  to  sleep  as  you  heard  a  knock  on  your  door.  then  a  few  seconds  later,  dex  was  standing  there  with  a  bowl  in  his  hands,  slowly  approaching  you.  almost  tiptoeing.

"you  know  i  don't  like  it  when  you  miss  dinner."  he  put  the  bowl  of  fruit  on  your  nightstand  before  positioning  his  hands  on  his  hips.  you  didn't  even  glance  at  him.  "still  huffy,  i  see."

"i'm  not  huffy!  i  hate  you!"  you  spat  and  dramatically  turned  in  your  bed  to  face  the  wall.

"no  talking  back.  eat  up.  good  night."  he  left  the  room  and  you  felt  like  crying  again.  the  familiar  knot  in  your  throat  returned.

a  few  hours  later,  you  snuck  into  the  kitchen  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  looking  for  something  sweet  to  ease  your  pain.  dex  was  sitting  on  the  armchair,  legs  spread  wide,  his  head  fallen  back  and  you  couldn't  figure  out  if  he  was  asleep.  your  heart  always  melted  when  you  saw  people  in  such  vulnerable  positions,  and  you  suddenly  felt  a  tiny  bit  bad  about  being  so  mean  to  him.

you  approached  him  as  quietly  as  you  could,  just  in  case  he  was  in  fact  sleeping,  which  he  was.  you  climbed  into  his  lap,  resting  your  head  on  his  chest.  even  in  his  sleep  he  managed  to  wrap  his  arms  around  you  but  he  didn't  seem  to  wake.

you  felt  oh  so  safe  with  him.  his  heartbeat  was  like  a  lullaby  and  you  suddenly  forgot  everything  that  happened  today.  his  warmth  wrapped  around  your  body,  keeping  you  calm.  he  wore  his  "home  clothes",  comfy  sweatshorts  and  one  of  the  t-shirts  you  love  to  steal  from  him  on  your  days  off.

then  you  felt  something  grow  under  you  and  from  all  the  media  you  consumed  lately  you  immediately  knew  he  was  getting  hard  and  your  heart  dropped.  you  looked  up  to  him  to  see  he  was  still  sleeping.  his  eyes  were  closed  but  you  just  couldn't  tell!

you  moved  your  hand  between  your  thighs  to  run  a  finger  over  the  pulsing  member  of  his  and  he  jerked  his  hips  upwards  and  made  some  sleepy  sounds.  he  was  probably  half  awake  but  mostly  asleep.  you  couldn't  help  but  feel  extremely  nervous,  your  heart  was  pounding  but  curiosity  got  the  best  of  you.  you  were  already  full  on  palming  him  through  his  pants  and  your  panties  felt  super  uncomfortable  :(  you  kept  squirming  in  his  lap  and  that's  what  eventually  woke  him  up.

"baaby..."  he  breathed,  the  sound  hitching  in  his  throat  like  a  plea  and  an  invitation  all  at  once.  a  soft  protest,  confused  and  a  little  terrified,  even.  you  just  hid  your  face  in  the  crook  of  his  neck  and  suddenly  you  got  an  urge  to  lick  him  too,  which  you  did.  "god,  what  are  you..."  his  words  were  suddenly  cut  off  by  you  biting  the  thin  skin  of  his  neck  which  urged  a  growl  out  of  him.  it  didn't  take  long  for  him  to  fold.  he  did  it  instantly.

he  was  so  hard  now  and  you  were  having  so  much  fun  until  he  grabbed  your  neck  and  pulled  you  extremely  close  to  his  face.  and  that's  when  his  expression  softened  and  a  hungry  smile  appeared  on  his  face.  big  doll  eyes  felt  strained  from  his  tight  hold  around  your  neck,  slightly  choking  you  but  you  still  felt  safe.

"i  won't  tell  anyone,  okay?"  you  repeated  his  own  words,  panting  softly.

"hm,  you  won't?"  he  cooed,  nodding  his  head  and  you  nodded  along.  your  legs  were  shaking,  your  hands  too  but  you  felt  so  good.  you  felt  like  throwing  up,  as  if  your  belly  twisted  around  and  it  was  disgusting.  but  so  good.

his  eyes  were  different  from  how  they  normally  looked.  he  always  had  a  soft  expression  on  his  face  but  it  wasn't  there  anymore.  it  was  something  that  made  you  feel  like  prey.  like  you  should  be  running  away  but  instead  you  were  running  towards  him.

he  let  go  of  your  neck,  then  his  finger  danced  along  your  spine,  down  to  your  ass,  firmly  grabbing  it  and  grinding  you  against  himself.  you  squeaked,  maintaining  eye  contact,  brows  furrowed.  he  slid  one  of  his  hands  under  the  back  of  your  knee,  positioning  you  to  straddle  him  and  you  could  finally  feel  wet  between  your  legs  from  being  so  close  to  him.  you  were  so  drenched  it  felt  heavy  to  even  think.

"so  fucked  out,  huh?"  his  hand  tangled  firmly  in  your  hair,  pulling  just  enough  to  force  your  gaze  toward  the  ceiling.  your  head  knocked  back  against  the  movement,  exposing  the  pulse  jumping  rapidly  at  your  neck.  "spending  all  your  time  watching  men  like  me  fuck?  does  it  make  you  feel  all  tingly?  can't  wait  to  get  this  little  pussy  wrapped  around  my  cock,  huh?"

you  whimpered,  eyes  rolling  to  the  back  of  your  head.  couldn't  even  speak  anything,  your  brain  all  fuzzy  from  his  words.  it  was  so  much  you  wanted  to  cry.  "wanna  be  stuffed  like  you  deserve  it?"  he  groaned,  his  hips  rutting  up.  you  ached.  every  inch  of  you  wanted  to  be  corrupted  by  him.  it  was  truly  disgusting.

he  was  so  lucky  that  you  were  wearing  a  skirt  and  the  thin  layer  of  your  panties  was  so  soaked,  he  felt  every  detail  of  you  when  he  reached  down  to  rub  circles  around  your  clit.  he  was  visibly  losing  it.  you  whimpered  and  rolled  your  hips  into  his  touch.  it  felt  so  wrong,  you  hadn't  even  kissed  yet  and  he  was  touching  your  private  parts.  so  so  wrong.

he  let  go  of  you  completely  to  take  himself  out  of  those  tight  shorts  and  then  he  was  rubbing  the  tip  of  his  cock  against  you.  he  was  growling  and  murmuring  things  you  couldn't  even  process  or  hear  because  it  was  all  so  overwhelming.

"wanna  be  fucked  like  those  girls  on  the  videos,  baby?"  you  cried  out  and  nodded  like  your  life  depended  on  it.  he  slipped  his  hands  into  your  panties.  he  played  with  your  clit  again  and  it  felt  so  much  better  without  the  annoying  fabric  between  you.  then  he  attempted  to  stretch  you  a  bit.

"fuuuck  doll..  you're  so  tight.  my  poor  girl.  too  bad,  can't  even  fuck  you  properly  like  this."  his  faux  pity  almost  felt  mocking.

"i  can  take  it  dad,  i  promise.  please?"  you  were  panting  already,  eager  to  be  full.  he  continued  to  push  in  another  finger  and  you  tried  to  swallow  your  cries.  you  wanted  to  show  him  you  were  definitely  ready.  his  fingers  tightened  around  your  jaw,  his  thumb  and  forefinger  sinking  into  your  cheeks  to  push  your  lips  into  a  pout.  he  planted  a  soft  kiss  on  them  before  you  forced  yourself  on  him,  clumsily  trying  to  kiss  him.  he  eased  in,  controlling  your  lips  with  his  own  and  soon  enough  he  was  forcing  his  tongue  into  your  mouth.  you  almost  melt  into  his  kiss.

when  he  felt  you  loosen  up  enough,  he  positioned  his  tip  against  your  little  hole,  letting  you  sink  into  him.

"that's  it.  let  me  in,  sweets.  you  can  take  it,  i  know  you  can."  an  encouraging  whisper  in  your  mouth  and  you  couldn't  help  but  squeeze  around  him  from  the  sensation.  he  rubbed  tiny  circles  on  your  clit  with  his  thumb  once  again,  trying  to  make  it  easier  for  you.  another  hand  helped  to  hold  you  up  by  the  hip.

but  somehow  you  couldn't  even  take  more  than  his  tip  and  it  already  hurt  so  much.  it  felt  like  he  was  ripping  you  apart  and  you  grabbed  onto  his  shoulders,  tiny  hands  squeezing  him  so  hard.  you  were  frustrated  already  and  trying  to  sink  deeper  but  he  was  holding  you  firmly.

"don't  be  greedy  now.  all  yours.  take  it  easy."  but  even  he  couldn't  listen  to  his  own  advice  as  his  hip  jerked  up  on  its  own.

it  took  a  little  while  til'  you  got  used  to  it  and  it  started  to  feel  euphoric.  then  you  were  sliding  up  and  down,  tiny  movements  but  effective  as  his  thumb  was  still  playing  with  you.  it  caught  both  of  you  in  surprise  when  you  started  to  cum  and  the  sensation  was  just  so  much  that  you  felt  your  bladder  burst  as  well  and  you  were  peeing  on  his  lap,  hyperventilating,  completely  out  of  it.

"oh  fuck,  doll..  yeah,  that's  right.  gimme  all  of  it."  he  was  reassuring  you  and  your  little  cunt  clamped  around  him,  he  felt  all  of  it.  a  warm  puddle  started  to  swell  on  his  abdomen  and  he  lost  it.  he  quickly  pulled  out  and  he  made  sure  to  give  you  all  of  it,  spreading  it  around  your  lips  and  thighs.

maybe you’d been a little bratty. maybe you hadn’t been giving dex enough attention. whatever it was, it didn’t matter anymore. he stood infront of you, large, imposing, stern. he had time today.

“clothes off.” he snarls, a bitter and almost irritated smirk pulling at his features.

“well tha’s not very professional, officer.” you tease, toying with the hem of your skirt. it was a stand off— dex wanted to play, and you wanted him to make you.

he scoffs out a chuckle, still adorned in his black FBI jacket, badge still pinned to him. “well no one’s around. s’just us here. who’s gonna believe you? clothes. off.”

the tension could be cut with a knife as you slide your skirt down your legs first, keeping your wide eyes trained on him. he watched you impatiently, shifting with a hand rested on his hip as he licks his lips. “and pick up the damn pace. haven’t got all day.”

you remove your top next, tossing the material to the side with an adorable, coy little smile. he blinks at you, doing his best to look bored with your teasing, but you spot the glint of amusement in his eyes as he strolls toward you, unclipping the metal cuffs from his belt, manhandling you by the arm to spin you around, facing you the same way as him as he comes up behind you. he pulls your wrists together — clink.

he presses his warm body to yours, hard cock straining against his pants, throbbing against your ass cheek as he feels over your body. “just a routine frisk, nothin’ to worry about sweetheart.” he hums in your ear, his hands kneading your tits over your bra as he ‘searches’ you.

“n’why would i need to be cuffed for that?” you go to probe, attempting to sound confident and bratty, but your voice wobbles, back arching at his touch.

“‘know how grabby you get. wouldn’t wanna get yourself in trouble now, right?” dex slides his hands up your ribs and pushes his large hands beneath the cups of your bra, fondling your bare tits, pushing them together and stroking his coarse thumb over your nipples. your inhale is shaky, raspy on the verge of a whimper. he chuckles low in his chest, drifting his hands back down, before pulling the cups back over your chest. “spin. m’not done.” dex commands, you turn to face him, all bashful and doe eyed.

he’s refusing to break eye contact, one single hand travelling down your body this time to grab your clothed pussy, rubbing his fingers around as he inspects you, pressing his fingers into your wet gusset, feeling just how much you enjoyed feeling totally helpless, hands still bound at your back.

“you know i’m just…” dex squints, shaking his head in faux uncertainty. “m’just not sure you’re not hiding anything from me. think i need to inspect you a little more… intimately.” his gloomy eyes flicker down over you, taking a step toward you to prompt you backward toward the bed. “go lay down f’me sweetheart. this’ll all be over soon.”

you turn, going to crawl onto the mattress, take your time, make a real meal out of it — but dex is overcome with impatience, shoving you rather harshly in the back so you have no choice but to fall flat on your front, bouncing off the bed with an ‘umph!’

he’s on you in an instant, mounting behind you as he yanks your thong to the side so hard you hear the stitches tearing.

you whine, all huffy and confused that he’s not playing along anymore as he holds you down, free hand working at his belt, the clinking sound making you squirm. “stay fuckin’ still. you asked for this baby, you wanted to see what happens to bad girls. well here you go, not what you thought huh?”

you dont mean to do it. you dont mean to say it to the man on top of you, pounding your insides relentlessly as his fingernails dig into the flesh of your hips. “mm— mommyy,” its breathless and desperate, you dont even notice you said until he’s gripping your face, forcing you to look at him. “say it again,” after a brief pause and look of confusion from you he furrowed khis brows. “i said, call me mommy again.”

you felt something pool in the bottom of your stomach at his words. “mommy—mm soo good, mommy,” you continue as his pace quickened, fingers moving from gripping your face to slapping you hard across the face. “thats right baby, too fuckin dumb to think straight so you call me mommy. who even does that?” he mocks, laughing as he kisses right on the reddening spot on your cheek.

“like when mommy fucks you like this, huh? you like calling a man by that? what a gross pervert. should be fucking ashamed.”

mmm getting needy while you and dex are sleeping in the middle of the night, shaking him back and forth until he wakes up with a grumble— and you just want him soo bad but dex is tired :(

but not wanting his sweet girl to go to sleep without feeling satisfied he rolls his black sleeping shirt up and lets you ride out that ache on his abs!! soaked panties making a mess all over his tummy and your little clit feels so good meshed between his skin and the fabric. your legs are locked on both sides of his waist with your hands on his chest to help you roll back an forth, sleepy whines leaving your lips when you slide your cunt on a specific muscle of his ab. your arousal sticking on his happy trail and it’s making the filthiest sounds,— you you want to get closer to your man so you look down to hook your panties to the side. soppy cunt saddled directly on his stomach and the contact making it feel all the more sensitive for you.

Benjamin Poindexter x F!Reader TW: smut, mask kink, praise kink, p in v, oral (m and f receiving)

Synopsis: You ask Dex to keep the mask on during sex

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The window slammed upward hard enough to rattle the glass.

Cold night air swept into the apartment first.

Then him.

Dex` landed in a controlled crouch on the hardwood floor, black tactical suit absorbing the impact like it weighed nothing at all.

You looked up from the couch without surprise.

“Front door still broken?” you asked softly.

“I was closer to the fire escape.”

Dex straightened slowly. The mask hid most of his face, but not the intensity behind his eyes. You locked eyes, the intensity of his stare already making you feel warm. You stared right back at him, scanning him from head to tow, searching for injuries, but also admiring how he looks with his suite on. He looked more feral with it. Dangerous. Untouchable. Menacing. But he was yours and he was never any of those things with you.

“You left the window unlocked,” he said.

“I know it's your favourite entrance to the apartment. I need to remind you though that you do have keys.”

A beat of silence.

You notice blood on his suite. He tilts his head slightly. “You’re not asking whose blood that is.”

“I figured if it was yours, you’d already be bleeding on my floor.”

That earned the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth beneath the mask.

Dangerous thing, making him smile.

He moved toward you carefully, like a predator pretending not to stalk. The suit creaked faintly with every step. You’d learned there was always restraint in him, not gentleness exactly, but effort. Constant effort.

“You should keep it on” you murmured, fingers brushing the armored plating on his chest.

Dex’s hand caught your wrist instantly.

Not rough. Reflexive.

His thumb pressed against your pulse, feeling it jump under his touch.

“The suit?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head once.

“Yes and the mask.”

He went completely still.

Through the black fabric, his breathing changed.

“You want me to keep them on?”

There was something fragile hidden underneath the question. Something wary. Like he was waiting for the joke or disgust or rejection afterward.

Instead, you stepped closer until your bodies nearly touched.

“I like looking at you like this,” you admitted. “Makes you feel dangerous.”

“It doesn't scare you?”

“Maybe I’m into scary things.”

A low exhale escaped him - almost a laugh, almost disbelief. He smirks underneath the mask and the smirk reaches his eyes.

Your fingers slid up the side of the mask, tracing the seam near his jaw. Dex leaned into the touch before he could stop himself. That tiny unconscious movement always got to you more than the violence did.

Because no one ever imagined someone like him wanting softness that badly.

“You had a bad night?” you asked.

His silence answered enough.

Then, quieter:

“I needed to see you.”

The honesty in it hit harder than anything else.

You kissed him through the mask first.

Slow.

The material was cool beneath your lips, and Dex made this strangled sound in the back of his throat like the contact short-circuited something in him. His hands settled at your waist carefully at first — too carefully for a man who could kill with a paperclip.

“You’re sure?” he asked against your mouth.

You nodded once.

“Keep it on.”

That finally broke whatever restraint he’d been holding onto.

He lifted the mask enough to kiss you back hard and steal your breath, gloved hand sliding into your hair while the other braced against the wall beside your head.

And underneath all the armor and violence and instability, you could feel the terrifying truth of it:

Dex loved being wanted exactly as he was.

He backs you up againt the wall, never breaking the kiss. He has one hand on you waist and wraps the other one around your neck, cutting your air flow just enough.

"So, I fucking scare you, huh?"

"Fuck"

"Tell me, sweetheart"

"Yes, and you know what Dex? It turns me on"

He growls, moving his mouth to your neck, kissing and biting at your sweet spot. You moan loudly in his ear instead. When he comes up at your mouth again you push him away. He looks startled, afraid he took things to far, until you take your robe off, completely naked underneath it, drop to your knees and start unbuckling his belt.

The sight of you in your knees with his dick in your mouth, naked while he is fully clothed with his suit on made him feel more in power and turned on beyond belief.

He puts a hand in you head, not pushing you just feeling you move. You are not slow with it. No. You don't have the patience for slow. You are fast and rough, taking him all in, sucking him in like it's giving you oxygen when you can't breath. You moan around him when you hear the sounds he makes, which drives him even more crazy.

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back. You whine at the loss of contact, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Stand up, sweetheart, it's my turn"

The moment you stand up, he lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He climbs on top of you like a predator, kisses you hard then slowly descents parting your legs forcefully.

His mouth is then on you with deadly precision, taking your breath and mind away.

"Oh fuck, Dex, how are you so good at this?"

The praise making him moan around you, the vibrations adding even more intensity to your pleasure.

He builds your orgasm almost in seconds, lapping at you like a starving man, but you tip over the moment you look down and see him eating you and watching you through the mask. The image was addicting and you looked while the waves of pleasure took over you, and he looked right back at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Before you could calm down from your orgasm, he lowers the mask, climbs back up, pins your wrists next to your head and enters you with one swift motion, cutting the air from you lungs.

"You are always so tight for me, want me to open you up?"

"Yes, please" You wrap your legs around his waist, driving him deeper and you almost wanted to tell him to rip you apart if he had to.

His face, still covered by the mask, hovered just inches from yours, only his eyes visible now, heavy-lidded, dark, and unfocused in a way that betrayed how much control he was losing, the sharp intensity usually there dulled into something warmer, hazier, like he was barely holding onto awareness of anything beyond you.

And the fact that you couldn’t fully reach him—couldn’t kiss him properly, couldn’t close that final gap because the mask was still there—only made the tension tighten further in your chest, the frustration and want twisting together into something almost unbearable as his breath brushed your skin and he stayed just out of reach, like he knew exactly what he was doing without meaning to.

He starts moving, with hard and slow thrusts, each rougher than the previous one, hitting in just the right place like he always does. You feel your mind slipping away, lost in the pleasure the masked man is offering you.

"Are you going to hurt me masked man?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Show me why I should be scared of you, Dex" the words driving him even more feral, making his thrusts crueler and faster, making it feel like he wanted to rip you in half. He fucked you right at the line of pain and pleasure, perfectly balanced with neither winning.

"You are fucking perfect"

Perfect wasn’t a word he used lightly. It didn’t feel like it belonged to people. People were inconsistent, noisy, unpredictable in ways that usually meant control slipping away from him. But you - there was a kind of alignment in the way you responded to him. You didn’t try to fix what you saw. You didn’t try to pretend he was something gentler than he was. You looked at the danger and stayed anyway, and not just stayed you took pleasure from it. You owned the fear.

It wasn't hard to reach your peak once again, the intensity of the act drove you through the edge, and Dex followed right after you when he felt you clenching around him.

He collapsed on top of you, still holding himself up a little so that he wouldn't crush you, with his head tucked in you nape.

The moment you catch your breath, you gently lift his head up and take his mask of.

"No matter how much I enjoyed this, I missed your pretty face" you said softly.

For a second, he didn’t move.

Dex had never really understood words like that - pretty, soft, anything that didn’t come with a tactical purpose or a threat attached to it. He didn’t think of himself in those terms at all. Never had. It wasn’t relevant. It wasn’t useful. It wasn’t something people like him got to be.

But when you said it, something in him still reacted.

Not logically. Instinctively.

Like the word landed somewhere it wasn’t supposed to reach.

His gaze flicked to you sharp at first, almost confused by his own response, before it softened in a way he didn’t fully control. He didn’t correct you. Didn’t dismiss it.

Because with you, it didn’t feel like a mistake.

It felt… wanted.

He leaned in, slow and deliberate, and kissed you lightly, just enough to bridge the space he’d been holding between you without fully closing it. No rush. No violence. Just contact, careful and almost testing, like he was checking that the moment was still real.

And when he pulled back slightly, his thumb lingered at your jaw, anchoring you there.

He didn’t say anything about the word.

But the way he stayed close, just a fraction longer than necessary, like he didn’t want to lose the feeling of it, said enough.

"Shower and sleep?"

"Shower, round two and sleep?"

"How could I possibly say no to that? Lead the way my beautiful masked man."

THE END

best friends dad jack

warnings: smut!! jack is a single dad (widower), fauxcest, you are so horny for jack you can’t even think straight lol, jack has a guilty conscience but still fucks you, you love his praise, you have severe daddy issues (self indulgent lol)

you love your best friend. you do.. but you’ve always loved her dad a little more - maybe because he was always a dad to you as well, knowing yours passed away at a young age. it’s something you & your friend could always relate to, knowing she didn’t have a mother.

so he always made sure to be there for you in subtle ways: making sure you ate after school when you would come over your best friend house for a playdate, when he would buy you your favorite treats along with his daughters when going grocery shopping, just always thinking of his sweetie & how nice her friend is- and when he was there for you in high school when prom came along & you didn’t have a date - he was there for you & went as your plus one. you friend thought it was so embarrassing that her dad would be keeping an eye at her at prom, but she’ll be fine in the end, you thought- plus you two had a fun sleepover after. and when he helped both you move into your dorm for college with your friend & settle into your studies.. you felt the most safe with him.

but what your best friend didn’t know is how sometimes you crossed certain boundaries, like your first day of college. you had a stressful time settling into classes & maintaining your chaotic schedule- you kept getting lost on campus which due to that made you become late to your classes. by the time the day ended you had cried twice, ruined your makeup- & sweated through your clothes. you knew what you needed right now, so, you just walked to your dorm pulling out your phone to send a quick text to your favorite person.

dad <3: can i come over please? had a stressful day :(

jack was just relaxing when he saw your message. he replied with a swiftness. he deemed himself a regular man who cared for more than one sweet girl in his life, & that girl was you. you were just the nicest little thing always looking for approval. especially his. he loved the way you smiled brightly when he subtly complimented you. he loved your manners. the way you always said “please” & “thank you.” you even called him sir for a very long time until he corrected you-

“please- call me dad, sir makes me feel all old.”

so when you texted him, he didn’t hesitate at all when it came to his answer.

jack: you don’t even need to ask, honey. you can know you can. is my other daughter in the dorm with you currently?

as you stepped out of your shower, you thought about her- you don’t know where your best friend was currently. you remember she told you about a guy she was interested in so she’s probably with him. so you decide to cover for your friend this time, only cause you didn’t want jack to worry..

you: yeah, she’s here!! chilling & relaxed so no need to worry ! & i’m on my way right now :3

you felt slightly guilty about the little lie, but what your best friend didn’t know- is how you also call him dad.. just when it’s you two, you just feel so comfortable around him & plus you he wanted you to.. so why not?

“as long as you feel good around me okay?” jack voice ringing in your head from the distant memory. so when you finally get to his house & jack opens the door, you knock into his chest and hold onto his embrace, his warm chest comforting you immediately.

“missed you a lot dad, had such a bad day.” you say muffled into his chest. you’re just so at ease around him, it naturally slips out. when he hears the wobbling tone of your voice he felt his fatherly instincts kick in with you immediately, wanting to shield you from the rest of the world.

“awe, come’ere. what do you wanna do? just cuddle & watch tv for now like always?” jack says in such a soft voice not wanting to upset you even more.. he could never upset you though. he kicked the door back with his foot so he could still hold onto to you- only to soon break you apart from his chest. you whine slightly.

“hey, hey- have you eaten yet?” you shook your head no. “you know better baby..” jack grips the bottom of your chin with his thumb, grazing just below your lower lip. you look down guiltily. you know you know better, but you were so overwhelmed today you just simply forgot.

“well, i’m gonna make you a meal & then we’ll cuddle together & we can watch whatever you want okay?” you nod now. you’ve gone nonverbal- his care making you feel all warm & relaxed.

“words, my girl.” “o-okay..” his casual dominance towards you stirs something inside of you. you can’t do anything but obey him.

“go upstairs, make yourself comfortable in my bed, and i’ll be up there soon. okay?” when you nod your head again he kisses the top of your forehead then dismisses you. your stomach is swirling with different emotions, but you head upstairs walking to his room anyway.

when you entered his room all of your worries just floated away.. you didn’t want to think about anything else.. all that was on your mind was jack. dad. your daddy..

so, you dropped the white skirt you wore over along with your top and put on one of his plain black shirts, feeling engulfed by him completely.

you felt your thoughts start to drift when you relaxed onto jacks bed, smelling his musk all over his clean, organized sheets. you started to think about the ways that he’s always been there for you. always there when you needed comfort.

especially in these simple situations of distress. you begin to think about how he could be there for you in other ways.. like helping you get your scheduling together back at college, like maybe giving you a bath for the days you’re really exhausted & you just need someone to take care of you…. like thrusting his thick fingers in & out of your wet hole while you’re needy, whispering into your ear telling how you’re his favorite daughter, and how you’re always so good for him…

you don’t even realize your hands are in your panties swirling around your soaked clit.. so lost into your imagination about your dad. you’re so far gone when you realize you’re thinking about jack pressing his thick cock into your tiny cunt.. stuffing your wet pussy while telling how much of a perfect girl you are. you’re filling yourself with your own fingers, dreaming of your dads cock in you. fuck. you feel so dirty.. but you can’t help it..

but what you don’t know is how dirty your dad feels too. because he’s watching you. jacks watching you. in the doorway- pumping your fingers in & out of your sloppy cunt through your panties - and you don’t even realize because your eyes are snapped shut, drowning in your own bliss. he was coming up here to check on you only for him to see you doing the unexpected.

jacks not stupid, nor is his blind. he sees the way you’ve grown… womanly over the years. but he knows he shouldn’t see you like that, his daughters best friend- basically a second daughter to him.. he’d be pervert to see that.. to see the way your lips became so pouty when you were sad just earlier in his arms, to feel how your chest felt again his hard one, so full & plump.

your body filled out very nicely… he thinks. the way his large hands fit perfectly with your hips & the way he softly caressed your back .. you fit perfectly with his body. the way your cute, sparkling doe eyes just look up at him with such want- looking to be cared for.

but fuck- he can’t let his thoughts wander, it would be unethical. immoral. and he can’t ruin his relationship with his babygirl. he can’t. he loves you too much.

but when he sees that you’re softly whimpering “dad.. daddy..”while toying with your soaked little clit, he speaks up.

“… baby.. what’re you doing..?” jacks voice is so strained, almost like he’s trying to hold himself back. you gasp slightly when you see that he’s in the doorway, but you don’t take your hand out of your panties. infact you start thrusting your fingers back & forth into your needy hole even faster.. seeing the one you crave so close to you.

“i-i need you daddy.. please..” you’re out of breath, feeling yourself beginning to get close to your orgasm- wet squelching getting louder.

jack doesn’t know what controls him. maybe it’s the way you’re getting your pussy wet for him all over his bed, maybe it’s the way you beg so sweetly for him- and you’ve always been a sweet girl, so why not give you a reward?

so he does what any sane man would do in his situation, he walks over to you, go down to your level and kisses your needy lips, basking in the way you respond & reciprocate to him. you moan into his mouth like you’re starved. your tounges clash together with such fervor, you love the way you can taste his masculinity- he loves the way you taste so sweet.

he slides your damp panties down- taking his thick middle and ring finger & dips them into your soaked pussy, just seeing how wet you really are for him. he groans from seeing how sticky you are.

then unbuckling his own pants, he frees his hard cock & starts tapping it directly onto your clit. you mewl & your hole clenches around nothing. he rubs his cock back & forth on your clit before sliding down your labia, before swiftly stuffing himself into your tight drooling cunt, making you immediately cum & gush all over his cock. he grunts at the tight feeling around his dick.

“such a pretty little doll. i can’t believe you’re my fucking daughter.. so perfect for me.”

“..dad!- please!- more!”

you’re moaning so loud but you can’t help it, you’re creaming all over your dads cock from the first thrust. you feel so filthy, but so does jack. he can feel all your juices on him- & as much as he wants to wait for you to come down from your orgasm, he can’t, so he begins chasing his own pleasure - pressing his cock deep into you then pulling halfway out- then repeating the process, making you squirt with each pump.

jacks preening at the way your hole just takes him- stretching around his aching cock- it’s like your pussy is begging to be filled with his cum.

“fuck, you’re tryna milk your dad for all he’s worth aren’t you?” you can’t do anything but squeal in reply. everytime time his cock pumps deeper into your pussy, feeling the way his balls slap against the bottom of your ass, his cock becomes ready to shoot deep inside you.

loving the way your cunt clenches around him, like you’re trying to push him out, it’s only in a matter of minutes that you feel a warm substance thats filling your hot pussy. “god.. you’re such a good little girl for your daddy..” you both moan at the feeling of his cum overflowing your cunt, making a mess everywhere on the sheets..

“mmm- thank you, thank you daddy.. it feels so good..” you babble out.. your head is so clouded you don’t even process jack removing himself from on top of you to lay himself next to your body & pressing soft kisses onto your damp neck, hoping to soothe you. you love the feeling of his scratchy stubble against your soft skin.

you just hope that this can happen more often now..

18+ mdni !! cw: daddy kink

"come here, baby. let daddy have a look."

jack's laying on the bed, arms crossed across his chest as you tease him, flipping your new mini skirt up to show that you're not wearing any panties. you giggle at his command, crawling on the bed towards jack, crawling up his body to straddle his tummy.

leaning back, you rest your hands on his thighs, pushing your hips forward to put your pussy on display under your skirt. jack hums, reaching his arm out towards the nightstand, grabbing his readers off the table. you squirm as you watch him put them on, focusing on his hands, loving his serious expression as he murmurs, "m'kay--what do i have here..."

glasses on, he takes his hands to lift up your skirt, groaning at the clear view of your pretty pussy, dripping all over his stomach. you whimper when he takes his finger, running it through your folds, gathering your wetness to bring towards his face, inspecting. "so wet for me, honey. like teasing me?"