We Are The Poisoned Youth

he was already on the way to work when you pulled it out, you were just so pent up all day. he’d been napping for half of it, and when he did finally wake up you didn’t wanna spring onto his aching bones for your own satisfaction, so you let him leave with a deep kiss and an i love you, i’ll miss you.

you really didn’t mean to get yourself so worked up in the first place. he just looks so sexy and soft asleep. his relaxed little face that twitched a little, abs peeking out from under the cover and arms sprawled against the bed.

so you can’t help yourself when you grope him a little, grabbing at his arms and his little cheeks, shifting your heat against your heel. he doesn’t suspect anything when you pad to him at the door, doesn’t look twice at your little pouty expression and big eyes, it’s something you did often when he left for work (because you always miss him when he leaves).

he’s not at work long when he remembers that he left his badge on the bedside table. he tells everyone that he’ll be quick, leaving Dr. Shen in charge. he calls you, and falls confused when you don’t answer. no way his sweet, sleepy girl had already gone to bed.

he’s on the way home when he shoots you a few texts to meet him at the door to with his badge, but he grows worried when you don’t text, or even read them. she’s probably in the shower, he thinks, though he knows he’s thinking the worst. he can’t help it.

and when he comes home, shutting the door behind him softly, he can’t even get your name out of his mouth before he’s hearing you moan out. you just didn’t bother shutting the door when you started working on yourself (under the guise that your man wouldn’t be home anytime soon) so his blood runs cold hearing you.

he almost didn’t want to investigate, there was no way you..had a secret lover on the side. no. and he didn’t see any unfamiliar cars either. the neighbor? yeah he’s young but you always complain about—“baby,” he hears you moan whine, it stops his train of thought. it’s desperate, needy, he knows that drawl through and through.

so he holds his breath as he creeps to the door, peaking behind it nervously, only to find you propped up against the pillows meeting the headboard, your purple vibrator in one hand, working on your clit, and your other hand lodged inside you, your two fingers knuckle deep and fucking yourself with a speed he didn’t know your wrists could handle.

he lets out that breath, relieved to see there wasn’t another man giving it to you, but a little disappointed you went behind his back to touch yourself. that vibrator wasn’t for you. like—ok, yeah it was, but it was for Jack to use on you. for when he’s fucking you with your hands tied over your head, or a punishment that’ll last hours.

he made it clear that you shouldn’t have to masturbate, because as old as he is he’d fuck you any time and anywhere you wanted it, no matter what.

you don’t notice him at the door, you didn’t even notice the front door open, too lost in your own pleasure, your whines, moans, and imagines of your man clouding your mind and ears. you lay spread against the bed, naked from the waist down, his big, dirty gym shirt draping over your little body.

he steps closer, now looming over you as you continue to work on yourself, almost enjoying the sight before he’s running his fingers over the back of your hand and switching off the vibrator, the sudden touch and action making you gasp and jump.

“hey pumpkin..” his voice is oh so soft with you, faux sympathy dripping off his tongue. “j-jack!! what’re you doing here?!” you stammer, quickly pulling your fingers away and closing your legs as he sits the vibrator on the bedside table.

“i forgot my badge,” he clips it to his shirt nonchalantly, “i tried calling and texting you, n’ i got worried when you didn’t answer me.” he rub your stomach, his brows are raised and upturned as he looks over your body, lips twitching as they pull to the side of his right cheek.

“thought you were sleep already, or somethin’. what’s goin on momma?” he coos, fingers raking through your slick pubes. momma, a playful nickname he adopted after trying to goad you into his carrying his child many tikes before.

your lip juts out, just seeing him like this had you throbbing. “i just missed you..” “missed me? only been gone about..30 minutes. you missed me that bad?” “missed you all day!” you whine, your hands grabbing at his forearm. he prods your hole, seeing just how riled up you’d gotten yourself.

he’d barely touched you, yet there’d already been a string of your wetness from his finger tip, jesus baby. “you were sleep all day, n’ then you went to work.” “not all day baby, i was up long enough. why didn’t you say anything then?” “didn’t wanna make you late, and you were still so sleepy and you said your legs hurt. i didn’t wanna bother you.” oh, my sweet sweet girl.

he pulls a long frown, how could he be mad at you when you were being so thoughtful? you just couldn’t wait. “you’re so nice to me momma. but you know you’re not supposed to use that.” he rubs you from your clit to your hole, making you whimper as your legs jolt, pulling at his forearm for some relief.

“i-i know, i know i’m sorry daddy i am,” you moan, eyes big on him as you bite at your lip. “you couldn’t wait a little? not till i got home?” he pushes his thick fingers inside your wet cunt, getting a gasp and moan out of you, your hand locking on his bicep now.

“no! needed it all day…wasn’t gonna do it for long i promise,” you say, and he hums low, thrusting his fingers faster inside you. “did it feel good? yeah?” he nods along to your little moans, sighing as he feels himself harden at the display. you needed it so bad.

“now you’re really gonna make me late baby, look at her. she’s so wet, must’ve had it on it’s highest.” he kisses at your lips, wanting to smile at how you chase him when he pulls away. “heard you from the door pumpkin. almost scared me. my girl just loves me so much, yeah?” “y-yeah, yeah.” you moan, your brows furrowing more with your nods, humping against his hand.

“need you daddy, please? pretty please?” you beg, he bites his lip at the sound. “you’re gonna get me in trouble baby, can’t be late because of this sloppy pussy.” “they can wait a little, i’ll be quick i-i promise, just wanna feel you.” you pull at the waistband on his scrubs, and he feels like he’ll collapse.

who was he to deny his pretty princess? especially when she begs so nicely, already opened up and wet for him. he pulls up with a fake sigh, shoving his bottoms to his knees and forcing your legs on the side of him, shaking his head as he lines his tip with your slick.

“can’t be doin’ this momma. i mean, what am i gonna do with you?” he says it so casually, it comes off his tongue like honey as if he wasn’t pushing his girthy cock into your warm, wet hole. you drawl out a moan at the feeling, leaning back on your elbows and arching your back upwards as he bottoms out inside you, not wasting anytime and plunging into your swollen cunt.

“thank you, thank you daddy ohmygod,” you moan, one of your arms wrapping around his shoulders and he holds his scrub shirt above his abs, careful not to get any of your fluids on them. “needed you, needed you so bad,” you pout, legs squeezing at his tree trunk body, groans ragged coming from the back of his throat.

“i know pumpkin i know, i feel it. she’s so wet, squeezing the life outta me. just needed your old man, hm?” he says, smirking when you moan little sounds of agreement. he ignores the vibration of his phone in his pocket, he always takes care of you first, no matter how silly it may be.

“m’sorry, you’re gonna be so late. y’just feel so good,” you moan into his mouth, a ragged uh-uh coming from him as he fucks into you harder, coaxing louder moans and squeaks out of you. “my girl comes first, don’t worry bout them. you always come first.”

he’s pushing you back against the bed with a kiss, pulling your legs higher at the side of him and fucking into you vigorously, forcing those sweet, high moans out of you and into his mouth. “my sweet girl just needs to feel good,” he’s so sweet into your ear, fucking you to your high point, not expecting a response.

“yeah? just needed some dick, it’s okay. don’t need to use that thing ever again, daddy’s got you baby. daddy always has you.” and it’s not long after that you’re cumming on his cock, legs spasming and holding onto him with your full weight on his shoulders, not that he lets up.

i mean he’s already here, already late. why shouldn’t he cum too? your moans are lazy as he drives his cock into you, you don’t hear what he mumbles, you’re too fucked out. eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy as you ride out your orgasm, drowning in the smell of him against you, the feeling of his cock humping you so deep you think you’d fuse with the mattress.

he’s got his arms wrapped around your body when he cums inside you, his knees against the bed as he slows his thrusts, pulling you away from his body before his pulling out, quicky flipping his hard (and still coated) dick back into his boxers.

“cmere.” he grunts, sighing when you obey with a quickness, your body springing up as you wrap around his neck when you kiss him, whining sleepily against his lips. “gotta go. you clean up and put that away, i’ll deal with you later, kay?” “okay.” you reply sweeting, a smile on your face. you didn’t even realize he basically just said you’ve got a punishment waiting for you when he actually gets home.

“i love you, cmon, get up and do what i asked.” he says, god his soft dominance is so hot, it just comes so easy for him. “kay. i’ll miss you, i love you so much,” you kiss him again from the doorframe, his hands rubbing down your sides as he kisses back. you’ve got his cum slowly running down your thighs.

“i’ll miss you too. be good, okay?” he pats your ass before turning down the hall, smoothing his clothes down, damn. he sighs feeling the wet spot against the bottom of his shirt he knew would crust up latwr in the night. it’s his own fault, he couldn’t deny you even if you asked for a million dollars. ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡₎ა.