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   LONG STREAMS OF TEARS DRIP DOWN SLOWLY FROM YOUR LASHES

   some have dried stickily yet fresh dew drops still drip down your peachy cheeks. it doesn’t help that they are encouraged with every second that passes when you stare into the bare white wallpapered corner.

   you’re sitting on the very chair of shame

   you never felt this way in a long time nor felt this way when being put on it. it’s usually for petty little things that ends you up in this case; either snapping back at daddy or papa at the dinner table, making a mess and refusing to clean it up, being rude to your playmates and the usual- 

   being the ungodly brat that you are

   before being forced to sit twenty-thirty or even a whole hour on the tiny wooden pink chair bored you to an impossible extent. you would impatiently wait as you fawned over your cute ruffled socks or painted acrylics until the Little Twin Star timeout alarm rang. heart beating with fortune when the little pastel angels hit the bell with their tiny wands. 

   afterwards your daddies’ would walk right back into the kitchen. stopping the chiming timer as they knelt down on their knees to face you. their large warm hands rubbing calming circles on your shoulders and cupping your chin as they ask if you learned your lesson. 

   their shining turquoise eyes would shine with sympathy and tenderness but of course you’d respond that you had learned your lesson despite feeling bitter of the situation. wrapping your arms around your papa’s neck for comfort as your daddy pressed kisses on your face but that gratification felt so far away. 

   this time everything‘s different, everything’s ten times worse

   glossy lips that were normally graced with a gleaming smile are now pulled into a devastating pout. a sorrowful perk that only reaches the quivering motion when you’re incredibly upset, eyes sore from your tears that continue to multiply despite you wiping them with the sleeve of your wrist. ass sore from the sharp spanks daddy imprinted on each of your cheeks and your nose stuffed from your excessive cries. all being heard but not being compensated. 

   a hiccup excludes your lips then a little broken sob after as your hands scrunch the pink tulle material of your sparkly tutu. head bowed down in your own little blue state, a little thunder cloud floats above and pours down its doleful rain upon you. heart going at a stumbling pace, you wish you could go back in time to fix what you did but it’s too late. 

   you had to face the consequences, even when you feel unlovable right now

   the man who put you in the tiny time out chair stands a few feet behind you, taking in your staggering sobs, dripping tears and stifled sniffles. the soft lotion tissue box or the timeout comfort box as he and Bucky like to call it, is on the floor besides you but you don’t use it. 

   you aren’t grabbing the small teddy bear that you were allowed to touch and hold. not reading the small little book that he and Bucky made that held all the soft reminders you needed to hear. even if it was four pages it usually helped when you couldn’t stop crying. and you weren’t scribbling your emotions or feelings on the small sketch pad with the sparkly crayon of your favorite color.

   you’re just hunched in your own sad world, deep within your thoughts and cascading emotions

   it made Steven frown to himself behind the wide kitchen island, wiping the white marble down one last time. soaking the cleaning rag in some hot water at the empty faucet he is looking over his hard work. he swept and mopped the floor, did the dishes then put them away, cleaned the bar stools thoroughly and put away any leftovers that weren’t soiled from the floor away. 

   Steven is officially done tidying up the huge mess you made. with the exception of scolding you throughout the whole scrubbing and polishing process as well as having to spank you when you didn’t listen when he said to stay put in the time out chair. all because you were that stubborn to admit the wrong you’ve done and then was the wrong time for you to walk out on him.

   this whole predicament is about to be solved but as of now, Steven doesn’t exactly know what to do

   with Bucky on his way home Steven takes a staggering breath. scrunching his brows as his fingers rub the brink of his nose when the beginning or a head ache starts to present itself.

   how is he going to explain everything to Bucky? 

   what happened today isn’t easy to explain and your outrageous rude behavior won’t just be upsetting to talk about but he can imagine the session of disappointment overtaking him again when bringing it up to Bucky. however at this moment, Steven is satisfied he got his clean kitchen back but annoyed it took him so long for him to finish. 

   irritated blue eyes dash from the cleaning supplies on the counters then to your hand printed ass underneath the barely there coverage of the fluffy tutu. the super soldier doesn’t know how he’s going to bring up your outburst today with Bucky nor is he going to handle the punishment his stern significant other is gonna dish out for their precious angel.

   Steven strongly believes his discipline would be enough to please Bucky. the one hour and fifty minute timeout session you had to go through and the harsh thirty-five spankings seemed more than enough to Steven. although he does know he’s going to have to tell Bucky to go easy on you today, your bad behavior will not go by without an important talk and some sort of nonphysical punishment (he will convince Bucky of pursuing so) afterwards.

   today it seemed you had enough and he did too, but by the end of the day Bucky had to agree to. it takes all of Steven’s willpower to not self sabotage the timer. attempt to make the remaining ten minutes cut down to ten seconds so he can wipe those tears away and cradle you in his arms. already feeling guilty about it all even when you were in major fault.

   ask you why you acted the way you did and end the situation right then and there

   of course he cannot do that (at least not right now) no matter how much it’ll benefit you and him. his angel has to come to terms with what she did and face the consequences of her actions. Steven is still shocked and disgusted with the behavior, attitude and offences you committed two hours ago.

   putting away the cleaning supplies, he wished he could let you out of that corner but he and Bucky developed and sustained a strict discipline system. it took awhile for him to refrain from your sobs and cries when you had to with go through your punishments but Bucky insisted that you have to learn your lesson.

   Steven looks at the timer again while filling your Pompompurin sippy cup with water and still sees that ten minutes remain. scoffing wondering why time can’t go by any faster, he wants you in his arms so he’ll take care of you cause he knows you’re hungry and tired. you barely ate breakfast because of how excited you were this morning and on top of that you didn’t take your nap. not to mention dehydrated from crying your eyes out for two hours straight- 

   his poor baby

   as a result of all this he immediately begins prepping your extremely late lunch and early dinner. taking out your sectioned Disney princess plate, Steven settles your sandwich slices on the large quarter. skipping on your usual chip puffs to be placed in one of the smaller dividers he replaces the unhealthy snack with roasted vegetables. finishing it all with heating up some chicken noodle soup from a dinner nights before at the stove top to placing it in your bowl.

   while doing the dishes the timer goes off but as Steven notices you don’t kick your feet together in relief like you usually do. instead you stay quiet and continue sniffing as if you don’t notice the sound of your freedom. finishing off the last dish Steven dries his hand with the hand towel at his hips and turns off the timer. approaching your hunched body sitting on the chair that continues to shed tears and sniffle.

   hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer until they stop behind you. a large warm hand pats down on your head soothingly before it rests on your shoulder. “that’s enough time out. let’s get you ready for dinner angel.” your daddy’s voice soft and low but you restrict yourself from falling for it.

   Steven’s hand is warm and inviting but you resist the urge to fall back against it. to allow him to help you up and wipe your tears and nose away with a tissue. allow him to take care of you. looking away from his attentive stare to glare down at your frilly white socks. 

   dirty from the mess you made, from the mess that you are

   feeling dirty when you tried to storm out of the kitchen but you slipped on the food you purposely spilled and made a mess of your outfit. you feel dirty now being enveloped in it all, not seeming to find any reason to stop crying. cause not only is your outfit ruined but your knees are scarped with boo boos here and there from the fall and Steven didn’t even kiss them. 

   instead he gave you spankings because you didn’t listen to him to stay put in the stupid chair. not forgetting the vigorous spankings that still sting and burn uncomfortably as you shift your bum against the chair presently. he gave them to you, ordered you to thank him for them, then ordered you to sit your bratty ass back on the chair.

   so now you won’t leave, even when he told you it was enough

   Steven couldn’t feel the hurricane occurring inside your head but he knew he had to help you ease it, you didn’t deserve to go through this. you’re his precious angel, you made a mistake out the rage of your emotions and it can be forgivable.  

   “you did good angel pie. daddy’s so proud you took your punishment well. c’mon, let daddy take care of you angel-” attempting to take his hands in yours you snatch it back, cloudy red starlight eyes targeting his.

   “no! go away!” you snap back, pulling away from him with a gritted sob filled with so much forced anger it makes Steven’s heart break. 

   getting on his knees he’s face to face with you know but you don’t eve stare back at him long enough for you to let out a whimper. the little helpless sound pulling at his heart strings.

   “why not angel? don’t you want daddy to take care of you? daddy needs to take care of you angel pie-”

   “i’m not your angel pie! go away and leave me alone,” you grit as you shoved him away. that’s right, you shoved him away. 

   “then who’s my angel pie? doll I only see one little girl in the world who’s my angel pie and she’s right in front of me. don’t tell daddy to go away, i’m staying right here.” Steven’s soft voice breaks into your head, interrupting your rushing thoughts. 

   one large hand continues to stroke your hair while the other cups the side of your face, lifting it up so you meet your gaze with his. your eyes shine with a cry, you want to hear him tell you he loves you. to wrap his arms around you and never let you go. to show you every bit of love and affection you’ve been deprived of the past two hours. 

   the love you’re questioning if you deserving of it

   with that silent cry and the sad sparkle in your glassy hues it’s like Steven knows exactly what to do. wrapping your body up in his arms he pulls you towards him, sitting on the floor with you in his lap he softly whispers the three magical words that pull you out of the storm in your head. tenderly rocking you as he presses kisses to the crown of your head, your head resting in the crook of his head while his hands rub your back.

   soft praises of daddy’s sorry and daddy loves you calms you down, makes the tears in your eye lessen and your punches and pushes to his chest settle down. fingers curl into the thick material of Stevens sweater, your tears and sobs slowly disappearing with each kiss your daddy gives you. all until they’re completely absent. 

   eyelids heavy you feel like with just another minute you’d fall asleep. “angel pie?” Steven’s voice breaks you away from your slumber. 

   humming in response you pull your head away from his neck to meet his soft eyes. “daddy had to punish you angel pie, but that doesn’t mean daddy doesn’t love you.” you nod your head along with his statement. needing this reminder as you lace your fingers with his and he gives you a tender squeeze.

   lifting your hand to his lips he kisses your knuckles, “no matter how much you’re in trouble, daddy will always love you. no matter how angry daddy is, daddy will always love you. no matter how much your head tells you daddy doesn’t love you, daddy does love you. daddy will always love you angel pie.” 

   a slow smile spreads on your face, your eyes shining with the same sweet glow that could brighten the darkest corners of the galaxy. with another kiss to your temple Steven wraps his arms around you and carries you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and hands gripping his long sleeved biceps in correspondence. 

   face drying with tears tucked into the crook of his neck as your daddy walked you both to the bathroom so he could tidy you up before dinner and put you to sleep. settling you down on the porcelain countertop of the double faucets he dried your face with a warm wet cloth. patting over your close lid lashes, cooing at you telling how he hated you crying because your red eyes always tore him apart. 

   giving you your sailor duck plushie to occupy yourself as he wrapped your hair up gently. happy it didn’t get dirty from your slip earlier Steven ran the water for your bath. “would you like a bubble bath munchkin?” Steven rang and your eyes dashed from the plushed duckies bill to your daddy with your favorite bubble bath in hand. 

   “yes daddy, thank you.” Steven replied with an of course doll before pouring the silky pale pink liquid into the steaming water. hugging the plushie closer to your chest, your hands holding onto the ducks wing you notice Steven isn’t pulling out your woven basket of bath toys.

   “may I please have my rubber fishies and duckies daddy? please?” your soft voice picks up Stevens ears and he sighs. “no angel pie. no toys today, remember you got in trouble this afternoon. i’ve forgiven you but you still have to learn your lesson and deal with the aftermath of your actions. daddy’s spoiling you a bit with the bubble bath but no toys,” you frown at that. 

   daddy always gave you your toys when you asked but you suppose it was stretch asking at the moment. his attention on you now, Steven helps you strip from your dirty clothes then disregard them to the wooden woven laundry basket until your bare and ready to slip into the bath. 

   feeling the warmth of the water surround your body when you step in. the bubbly pink surface rests just below your collarbones and you feel a peaceful string of merriment flutter inside you. rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Steven gets straight to work on helping you scrub your body. 

   pink body sponges in both your hands, you get to work scrubbing off the dry food on your legs as your daddy helps rub and exfoliate your shoulders and back. taking time with cleaning you up until you weren’t sticky and dirty as before Steven unplugged the bath and rinsed your body off once more with warm water.

   wrapping your body up with your fluffy Cinnamoroll towel Steven guided you to your separate bedroom and got out a pair of your silk pajamas and your strawberry body lotion. 

   “are you tired angel?” Steven softly spoke and you nodded your head as he began to pat your towel down onto your skin. “we can’t go ni ni now, angel pie. we have to eat dinner and we have to talk. don’t get too sleepy little one,” his low voice soften before applying the sweet fruity lotion over your curves. 

   he’s gentle and swift to dress you afterwards and allows you to handle your hair at your vanity when he left your room to arrange your dinner. doing so you step away from your vanity and night time hair products to slip into your fuzzy slippers, walking out of your room until you step into the kitchen. much cleaner then it originally was previously as you actually pay close attention, you see Steven heating up a small pot of soup at the stovetop. 

   taking your place at one of the barstools that has a plate of food already set for you, you don’t take a bite of your sandwich or vegetables. until Steven sits by you with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup and spoon in his hands. settling it down near your plate he kisses your temple and sits next to you, encouraging you to take your first bites and eat while he eats from his bowl.

   “angel pie?” 

   “yes daddy?” you spoke after slurping a noddle from your soup. 

   leaning into his touch as Steven cups your cheek with his large palm, thumb rubbing tenderly along your cheekbone. “I need you to tell me why you did what you did this afternoon. I don’t want any lies or excuses, I just want the truth.” a frown deepening your at your lips, you feel your eyes watering as you look down on your plate. “i’m gonna have to tell papa when he comes home on what you did munckin. please tell daddy why you did it so I can tell papa and he’ll understand.”

   the frown still stands, you know papa was the one who dished out the more physical punishments and they all left you not wanting to stir trouble if he were to be at the receiving end teaching you a lesson. your mind flashes back to the morning of today, the very beginning of your bad day that eventually had gotten worse through the hours.

   it all started just after breakfast, the weekends (specifically Sundays) where laundry days and we’re such a hassle to complete in just a day. 

   by all means you changed out of your clothes twice- three times through a single day and the amount of socks, skirts, and sweaters of yours in the washer and dryer loads were the majority. after cleaning up your dishes you and papa thought it would be best to fold the cloths and get the loads over with. 

   chores where always such a hassle in this house. Steven would always complain how messy your playroom was and would scold Bucky why you and him had to make everything a game even when it was something basic and simple as folding and putting away clean laundry. 

   however he didn’t scold you two when Bucky blasted the Led Zeppelin on the boombox. you and your papa liked spending time together and were planning on spending every second since he was being sent away for a mission in another country in a few days. so getting the chores out of the way, you and him could plan the activities until he left for his mission. 

   from outlining your days with fun activities between you and him. the topic of lunch interested you both and he proposed afterwards when finished with chores and spending time with you in your playroom coloring and such you both would make mac and cheese. a classic comfort food for you both and it set such a good tune to your optimistic whistle that you were in a rush to get the laundry done and out of the way. 

   the music of the rock band playing in the background, he occasionally tackled you with tickles on your belly and kisses all over your face. your giggles, playful screams and laughs being heard by Steven downstairs as he tidied up the living area, he smiled to himself. 

   thankful that he’s living a happy life with both his lovers, the house telephone interrupts his thoughts and he retrieves it. voice going stern as he answered the call and noticing it’s Tony in major need of Bucky assistance with a few assignments for his upcoming mission.

   interrupting the session of laughs and giggles when Steven entered the room asking for Bucky to answer the phone. you, not thinking much about it just figure he’s on the phone with auntie Wanda or uncle Sam. Steven quickly filling in Bucky’s spot when he was on the phone, you and Steven manage to put away most of your clothes that belonged in your closet away on hangers. 

   dancing along to the metal guitar while Steven folded some stuff in your drawers your attention shifted to Bucky when he entered the room. “who were you on the phone with papa?” you perk as you hang up your pairs of jeans. not noticing Bucky’s deep frown and troubled gaze as he looks over to Steven, he takes a breath knowing how this is going to end. 

   twirling your figure around to meet Bucky, he thought you looked absolutely adorable in your fluffy pink tutu dancing along with the metal rock. “I was talking to Uncle Tony,” that comment has your dancing coming to a stop, knowing where this is going to lead. “there are some things papa has to clear up at the office before my mission next week-”

   “what are you saying papa?” your voice broke. it shredded Bucky’s heart to pieces when the sparkle in your eyes was replaced with a chance of tears and a tremble of your lips. “it means papa has to go to the office and sort things out angel pie,” your glare is the only response to that, obviously it isn’t aimed at any of your caregivers but at the floor. 

   arms crossed over your chest you don’t listen when Steven or Bucky call your name. your frustrated glare not leaving the space of polished wood between your frilly socked feet. “I thought we were gonna have special time today! your gonna be gone in a few days and today is gonna go to waste if you go back to work!” your wail pierces through both Steven and Bucky’s hearts and Bucky picks you up and rocks you in his arms to ease your cries.

   “no, no little one. papa’s just going to be gone for just an hour or two. that’s it munckin! i’ll be home before you and daddy finish up cleaning up,” 

   “how amazing,” Steven mutters and Bucky simply throws a glare at him. rocking you still in his arms. your hands gripping on his metal arm and fleshed bicep his wife beater displayed, your cries and sniffles lessening with each kiss he presses to your crown. “everything is okay angel pie. you have daddy here with you, remember?”

   his metal hand wrapping around your chin to lift your head up to meet his gaze. nodding your head, you smile to Steven who softly smiles back while wiping a tear away with his thumb. “you and daddy can spend time together until I come home and when I walk through the door we’ll immediately get started on the mac and cheese! how about that?” 

   nodding you head enthusiastically you smile a big bright grin, Bucky and Steven smile back and coo at you. getting straight to work on putting your clothes away in the closet and drawers. hearing papa getting himself ready to go out to the tower you also hear him and daddy talking in the background. although you don’t make much of it as you fold pajamas, tank tops and sleeping shorts. 

   the subject of their conversation you will later on find out long after Bucky left with a kiss to both you and Steven. you and daddy finished putting away your clothes, panties and socks, organizing them accordingly like a good girl. afterwards with a light showering of praises and kisses from Steven he and you camp out on the living room floor. 

   a large Care Bears blanket smelling fresh of fabric softener covering a quarter of the expansive carpet of the siting area. you and daddy gathered your stuffies for the evening and watched The Carebears Movie, maybe get a nap in. although not halfway through the movie did you and Steven hear a knock on the door that you stood up with a squeal. 

   dropping your squishmallow that was nestled in your arms down and raced out of the living room and into the hall heading towards the door. Steven at your tail keeping up with you (you’re fast for a little one), he didn’t look reassured one bit on Bucky’s plan on helping to fill his absence since he thought that Steven would be enough.

   hell you think it’s Bucky behind the door when it unfortunately isn’t 

   but Steven hopes and prays that his boyfriend’s plan works, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as peaks into the peep hole. sticking to his side as he undid the locks, your daddy opens the door to reveal- auntie Natasha and Ruby Roo? 

   your confused face made itself clear when she and your daddy hugged, a large thermal bag in one of her arms and Ruby’s hand in the other she smiles down to you. “hello [y/n]! how are you today angel pie?” the red head exclaims. a soft sparkle in her eyes is comforting but you were hoping for your daddy that it stung something in you.

   not answering, all you do is look up to your daddy, “what are they doing here?” you mutter but Steven only smiles that ‘behave’ smile before laughing it off. “that isn’t how we greet our guests little one. say hello to auntie Nat and Ruby Roo,” he spoke and you catch up on the memo when his hand roughly gripes your ass.

   “hello auntie Nattie!” you kindly spoke in your sweetest tone before giving the assassin slash caregiver a tight hug and she laughs in response. “hello Ruby,” turning your head to the little dressed in her Winnie the Pooh overalls, she gave you a shy wave back before staring down on her shoes. 

   Steven requested that you and Ruby Roo go to your playroom and play as he and auntie Natasha started lunch. the very mention of such set a fire that was beginning to break out of you, you weren’t in any mood to interact with anyone. you didn’t even feel like having and entertaining guests because today was suppose to be between you and papa and no one else. 

   as you stood in the hallway the led to the kitchen with that irritated glare on your face Steven faked a cough and gave you that smile again. 

   trust me, when I tell you this-

   if you weren’t in fear of misbehaving you’d simply walk away from all three of them to your room. where you’d do something else more deserving of your time to pass by, like camp out underneath your cherry printed covers crying for your papa’s absence. however, the glare of Stevens blue hues tripled their icy fire and instead of popping your over-chewed bubblegum at him you grabbed Ruby Roo’s hand. 

   guiding the petite and soft rounded little upstairs with a hmph, Ruby did her best to catch up and not trip on the steps. auntie Nat smiled and laughed at how kind you were to wanna immediately spend time with Ruby but she clearly didn’t see what Steven could see. 

   the grown up conversations between her and Steven fade to the back as you walk up the stairs to your playroom. which now led to you and Ruby coloring at your arts and crafts table. partaking in no light or big conversations as swift fingers and busy hands exchanged crayons and other coloring tools.

   your glare focused on the paper underneath your hands, making a drawing for papa when he’d come home and save you from all of them. it was the only thing keeping you from ripping it to shreds, you’ve managed to calm yourself down as you felt your anger almost bubble over. counting your crayons until the roughness of you voice came back to your normal tone and whispered the colors as your breathing soothed. 

   anything to make you feel that papa was here with you, calming you down with him

   “are you okay?” Ruby asked, a little meekness in her voice that worried her if she did something to upset you. 

   “no Roo, i’m not okay. i’m sad and mad and tired. papa was suppose to spend the day with me but he had to leave for work. i’m scared we won’t have any time left before he leaves for his mission. it’s the last moments that I cling on when he goes away because I don’t know if he- he’ll-” your fret deepens until it wobbles. 

   tears dripping down from your butterfly lashes but you still proceed to color with shaky hands and you’re shocked to find Ruby lending you a tissue. looking up at her figure, her little piglet backpack open on her lap, she places the tissue box on the crafts table. “thank you,” you murmur before taking it to dry your eyes and blow your nose. 

   “my mommy leaves for a mission next week to. she and your papa are gonna be working together but that’s days away! mommy is making sure to schedule me on lots of playdates when she’s away. a-and I really was hoping we could spend more time together,” her soft whispery voice broke and you simply nod. 

   you could reply back, you want to reply back but you were in no mood to do so. although the nonverbal gesture of just nodding your head was enough to make Ruby widely smile. hugging her Eeyore stuffie close to her abdomen, happy and thrilled that you agreed as she colored. 

   as usual when it came to Ruby Roo, the shy and quite nature of her actions and words was slowly disappearing as time went on. slowly engaging in conversations with you instead of nodding and shaking her head. two of you complimented each other on your outfits, she on your tutu as you did on her embroidery overalls and the tiny flower clips in her braids. 

   nice and quite for you to calm yourself over your thoughts on your papa, although the silence is ended when Steven and auntie Nat enter the room as they laugh on about whatever didn’t concern the littles. picking each of their littles up and taking them to the kitchen to eat their lunch, all you do is frown and huff. looking down on your drawing, you were so lose to finishing it and Steven can sense what’s upsetting you within a blink.

   “you can finish your drawing after lunch munckin.”

   you roll your eyes and turn your head away, “not hungry.” you grunt and Steven shakes his head at your lie. 

   “yes you are angel. eat lunch and then you finish your drawing.” but he can still feel your unsatisfaction and displeasement as he walks down the steps holding you close till his lips brush against your ears. “it’s just for today munchkin, okay? be good for daddy please. make me happy,” Steven whispered in your ears and you dropped the frown. 

   not wanting to disappoint him, you quickly dropped the attitude as he settles you on your seat next to Ruby. “spit it out,”

   maybe with some food in you, you’ll calm down. Steven thought as he poured you a plate of macaroni and cheese after demanding you to spit out your gum in his tissue palm. which you did with a pout, but it didn’t add any excitement even when they were serving you your favorite comfort food

   well, aunt Natasha’s mac and cheese. 

   Steven didn’t think much of the food, you wanted to eat mac and cheese today and Natasha brought hers over. what harm will it do that it wasn’t made by Bucky?

   oh how wrong he was

   when he placed the plate in front of you, the hunger for food that was sparkling in your eyes dimmed out when you saw the pasta. rings of red and orange bell peppers mixed with the curly pasta; bits of onion in the sauce that wasn’t the exact cheesy color as you and Bucky would make it and there were- cauliflower and broccoli florets in it?!

   your face scrunched in disgust. glaring down on the plate when you notice it isn’t the one you usually use. looking over at Ruby Roo, who was happily eating from her plate, taking large bites of the sweet peppers and broccoli- you notice she has your plate! the one with your favorite Disney princess surrounded by water color flowers on it and your mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out of it. 

   “what kind of juice box do you want sweet things? we have strawberry kiwi, grape, fruit punch and cranberry apple,” Natasha spoke as she opened the refrigerator. 

   “can I please have fruit punch mommy,” Ruby Roo asked and therefore she received, “here you go bun bun. what about you angel? what kind would you like?” 

   “fruit punch to please,” you spoke nonchantelly, forking your food but not planning on actually eating it. Natasha searched the fridge but came up short to nothing even when you were praying that magically there would be another, “sorry sweetheart there isn’t anymore. what other flavor would you like? I know you really like cranberry!” 

   you just nod and take the cranberry apple juice box from her, trying your hardest to suppress your frown. you’ve known there was only one fruit punch juice box. you’ve been saving that fruit punch one for your lunch date with papa. not have Ruby Roo take it from you while she ate her nasty mac and cheese out of your plate. 

   glaring down at your food, Steven settled besides you and rested a large warm hand on your thigh. giving you a squeeze to encourage you to eat, your lips twist in opening up your lips for the incoming fork. taking one tiny bite of the elbow macaroni with no traces of vegetables in your mouth, you thought you would tolerate it but your tase buds told you otherwise. 

   trying your best not to gag on it when the sauce didn’t taste right on your tongue, you force yourself to swallow and eat the macaroni only. Steven noticed that you’ve pushed all your vegetable to the side, nitpicking as you sneer when you find some in the pasta shell. 

   “angel pie look at Ruby Roo eating her vegetables! vegetables are good for you, they make you healthy and your body strong and brain smart. I mean wasn’t it just last week that she made that huge popsicle stick castle? incredibly impressive, angel pie still needs my help stacking a house of cards,” Steven laughed and you wanted to put your face in your hands then sink in your seat.

   did he just call you dumb?

   you couldn’t help but not stare duly at your plate as he kept talking about all the big and small things Ruby has done that you have yet to do or didn’t want to do. all while still holding your thigh that you were wielding every bit of self control not to swat away. looking over to Natasha nodding along, waiting to respond after swallowing the food in her mouth and washed it with a glass of wine.

   “it was amazing, I was so proud of her that day. mommy loves her smart bon bon,” Ruby Roo just smiled and ate, giggling every once in a while from the attention. biting your lip, you simply just continued to push your vegetables away and kept quite. didn’t plan nor prepare yourself that you’d be compared to someone else to add onto the list of potential tears.

   as much as you liked Ruby Roo and how much you adored your playdates, it tore you apart how you were always being compared to her. during sleepovers, precisely around dinner she would always eat her vegetables first before eating anything else. your daddy would praise her on every little thing she did that was considered normal or too difficult in your eyes. 

   Papa even adding onto the attention and admiration when she asked for seconds on her veggies and your daddies would praise her to no end. saying how no one in this house asked for seconds on vegetables, clearly aiming the comment towards you. it did strive you to do better, but it didn’t always work out.

   ‘cause even when you ate your veggies and pointed it out they didn’t have the same spark in there eyes. even when you made your tiny playdough statues you didn’t get the same optimistic comments. and even when you strived to do something that would grab their attention and admiration they didn’t give you a second look. not nearly as much attention as Ruby or your other friends received.

   it wasn’t helping that these thoughts were running through your mind as you nibbled on the elbow pasta. not helping at all when Daddy and aunt Natasha talked about planning more playdates when she and Bucky would be gone. clearing out the necessities while scheduling the little dates between you and Ruby Roo. some with Peach, Bambi, Taffy, and Teddy but more sleepovers with you and the smart bon bon.

   but what upset you was that they were already talking as if Papa was already gone and Steven was still talking about that damn popsicle castle. mixing in the steaming brew of wrecking emotions tearing and wrecking havoc in your heart and clouding your head- it was all enough to make you slam the shiny fork down on the plate. 

   the loud clank! alarming both adults as you got up from your seat. free of Stevens hand on your thigh, you take stand up and take your dish with you. “i’m not hungry anymore,” the words are awfully quiet but all three people eating at the marble island can hear them.

   “you barely touched your food angel,” you don’t listen in as you walk away to the faucet. not withstanding the unpleasant air that suffocated your chest and twisted your vocal chords roughly in your throat. “i’m not hungry,” you spoke in the most calmest voice that you can muster but there were cracks here and there.  

   “yes you are angel. you didn’t eat enough breakfast and you’ve only been snacking on gum the whole day. sit down and finish your plate. Ruby is already on her second plate-” you couldn’t understand the emotions that were bubbling up inside you but every word that left your daddy’s mouth made you want to cry and scream in defiance. 

   no more, you couldn’t take anymore of it.

   “no,” you snapped, it was loud, pungent and prolonged. “I said i’m not hungry anymore. I can’t force myself to eat this shit.” you grumbled that last sentence but Steven’s super soldier earing caught onto it when Natasha and Ruby didn’t.

   “excuse me Tasha I have to handle this. i’m sorry angel, what did you say? I don’t listen to babies who mutter, speak up,” Steven spoke standing up in front of his seat but you weren’t gonna embarrass yourself in front of Ruby and Aunt Tasha. no matter how much your wishing for them to just go away it seemed the only problem you have at this moment is with your daddy.

   now if you think about it, it’s always been Steven. making you feel down, trying desperately every single day to try and impress him to only get no where but a step lower from where you once where. keeping you up at night, wondering if he truly did love you for you and not buying into a fake persona of you that fit his ideals. 

   throat burning and tears swelling up with searing tears, you dig your nails in your palms. staring up at the tall man, you never felt this mad and upset with anyone in your life until now. your mouth opens to say the incoming words but no one is prepared to handle them. not Steven, not Aunt Natasha, and certainly not Ruby Roo.

   “I wish you weren’t my daddy,” 

   BAM! 

   the plate of barely touched food that was once in your hand shattered to the floor. a chore of gasps from your guests sounding off as you grabbed another one from the gleaming pile on the counter shining in the bulb chandeliers above. soon, with your raging frustration on why its always you who has to be at the receiving end of heartache all the shiny glass plates shattered amongst the polished wooden tiles. 

   face sticky with hot tears, a sob excludes your lips and Natasha cautiously speaks your name but you don’t listen. raising your chin up to meet Steven’s glance, that icy blue that normally presents itself when he’s pissed at you is absent. making your skin crawl that you can’t distinguish anything in them. 

   no disappointment, no frustration, no anguish, no pitiful, nothing. but how simple those next words of his were that made you feel all three.

   “sometimes I wish for that to,”

    it wasn’t right on Stevens part to say such as thing, especially when he really didn’t mean it at all but it was too late. you’ve already grabbed the pot of food that was resting at the stove top, the incoming action the very cause of the kitchen soon spiraling into chaos. when you placed the pot above your head Steven’s wide eye state and steps towards you were a warning but it was already a loss when you threw it.

   BAM!

   it flew above his head and landed right on the island where your guests were witnessing your breakdown. the shattering of glass proceeding at wine glasses broke, plates of food fell to the floor, wine bottles smashed and the pot rolling from the impact of the island to the other side of the kitchen. food everywhere, wine dripping onto the barstools and island.

   the kitchen was quiet of the sound of breaking glass and bangs of stainless steel but Ruby’s cries were heard and they weren’t coming to a halt. it made you step away from the scene at the mess, the chaos that you created as you turned your head to Natasha and Steven trying to calm Ruby down. 

   “Nat i’m so sorry-”

   “no Steven- I don’t wanna talk about this. we’re going home. Roo come on lets go get your coat.” she was still whimpering about her overalls ruined, the fruit punch juice box soaking them through as she followed her caregiver out of the kitchen as Steven tried to calm the situation.

   leaving you alone to process the upcoming words from your daddy: “I swear she’s an angel. I don’t know what’s gotten into her today,” as he and Natasha said there goodbyes, there bicker that had ceased to good terms coming to a stop.

   as the door closed, your heart plummeted as Steven stepped back into the kitchen. coming to face you and you never felt more scared and worried for yourself in your life when he made his way to your sitting figure in the corner.

   “I know what I did was wrong. I could have hurt myself and others because I didn’t process my emotions but I was just so frustrated. you know how much i’ve been compared to others throughout my life and you know how much that past still hurts me but you just kept reminding me over and over again that I was still unworthy. and even when I felt most vulnerable because Bucky’s leaving soon you just pushed it and I tried to keep it all bottled up but I couldn’t. because no matter how much I try to impress you or do things that would make you proud of me I never can meet up to your standards.”

   the kitchen now is quiet for only your sniffles are heard, tears dropping down into your empty soup bowl. slipping out of little space much early as you and Steven talked about the events of today, it was much easier for you to speak up about your thoughts this way.

   “and it doesn’t help that you proved my assumptions, even when I didn’t want to believe them. that you didn’t really love me, you told me your truth and I don’t wanna burden you anymore-” your words are shaky as your hands, breaking the last sentence into a sob as you push yourself away from the seat. 

   planning on walking away from your problems he just holds your hand and despite your tears holding onto the pitch dark thoughts you allow him to pull you close to him. resting your head on his shoulders as the tears fall, fingers curling in the material of his sleeve. “I didn’t mean what I said, never in any lifetime would I mean it angel. I never knew how much i’ve been hurting you till now, sometimes I don’t even know why we didn’t connect well but it was me who was blind. i’ll never make you feel that way again angel pie. you have my word, never.” 

   you and Steven stay like that, your head on his shoulders until your sniffs stopped and your heartbeats thumped together in sync. until you fall asleep in his arms, he carried you upstairs and settled you in bed under the warmth of your covers. kissing you goodnight as he brings your favorite stuffed animal to be placed under your arm close to you. 

   “daddy loves you angel pie,” he whispers, turning off your lamp and switching on your nightlight he slowly walks out your room and closes the door halfway. allowing the golden light of the hallway to slip inside your room, he walks downstairs into the kitchen to clean up after dinner. 

   hearing the front door open and the loud shout of Bucky happily shouting “i’m home!” Steven sighs at that, wiping his wet hands dry with a dish cloth he starts prepping some coffee.

   Bucky soothed down when it came to any conversation as long as he was sipping on coffee. it cooled down his nerves but Bucky now is wondering why he isn’t hearing his little angels footsteps running through the hallway or down the stairs to jump in his arms like she usually does. turning his head to the clock he sees it isn’t your naptime nor is it your bedtime but he thinks you’re still upstairs and didn’t hear him. 

   dropping the keys in the glovebox at the bureau, the super soldier continues walking until he sees Steven’s figure in the kitchen working on the coffee machine. he sniffs the air, the smell of bleach, Clorox and Lysol hitting his nose strong, “damn Steven, did you and our little angel do some spring cleaning when I was out?” Bucky laughed but his boyfriend doesn’t smile back. 

   wrapping his arms around Stevens waist, he pulls him the blond back until his back presses against Bucky’s chest. pressing a soft kiss to his Stevens clean shaven cheek, “how was work dear?” Steven murmured, heart racing in his chest, wondering if Natasha spoke to him about the events of today. 

   finishing prepping the machine and turning it on Steven turns but only to meet Bucky’s lips to his. sweet and sensual but with the bite to the blonds bottom lip and the wandering metal hands as his belt Steven pulls away. normally he wouldn’t but the subject of today was more important to discuss, Bucky would kill him if he didn’t bring up this matter because eventually he would find out. even if Steven didn’t tell him, Bucky had a magical way of finding things like that.

   “it was fine. could beat Tony up once up in a while, he fucking owes me for this- but i’m more than fine with beating something else,” Bucky whispered and the metal of Steven’s belt buckle was unlatched and so was his lips. Bucky swirling his tongue with his as a result, moaning as the belt fell onto the floor and the zipper of his pants unwinding afterwards.

   Steven couldn’t deny that he was hard but the thought of your outburst and his own fault for it all clouded his head but damn did Bucky look so fucking hot on his knees in front of him. hands at his thighs, outlining his boner bulging in a tent Steven panted and threw his head back. “Buck? I-I gotta tell you something,” Steven choked as he swallowed in a quick breath but Bucky just chuckles.

   “honey i’m pretty sure we can ‘bout that later. i’m busy right now,” Bucky smirks as he starts to take pull Steven’s pants down, practically salivating at the sight and taste of his cock but the incoming words snap Bucky out of his trance.

   “angel got in trouble today Buck!” it makes the bulky brunette below halt his actions quick, his eyes dropping from the floor to the blond above. looking at him with that stare and scrunched brow if he was fucking joking around but Steven was shaking his head no, his face dawned with some sort of emotion which didn’t mean good.

   “what did you do now Steven?” 

  two mugs of coffee in front of them but they’re untouched, probably cold from the time that went by. from Steven explaining the situation and your disposition, a soft quiet fills the kitchen as they hear the chirp of crickets and birds outside. the sleek black of night filling in the darkening kitchen by the time Steven explained everything.

   “I cannot believe you. why didn’t you call me? I could have helped her calm down, none of this would have happened.” Bucky scolds and Steven only but dodges the glare that’s aimed at him.

   “I didn’t mean it all to happen, you think I wanted all this? I just wanted to find a solution on my own but I didn’t know that the problem was the way that I treated her and talked about her. i’m the problem.”

   Bucky sighed, staring down at the polished marble then the ceramic green of his untouched coffee. “it isn’t your fault Steve. I didn’t know that I was treating her awfully either. she did tell us or hint to it but we just didn’t listen. the fault is on both of us,” he whispered, rubbing his forehead with his palm.

   “i’m skipping on that talk that I warned her of. we gotta make it up to her, any ideas?” Bucky’s silence is the only response, they both promised their little one that they would only make her feel loved and safe. not hurt her and remind her of the pain she was trying to get over and forget. 

   but miraculously, a light bulb shines above the crown of Bucky’s head as he pulls his hair away from his face. a smile gleaming as he remembered how much you’ve been talking about going to Build-a-Bear, “I have an idea,” 

   those untouched coffee mugs are left abandoned on the kitchen island as Bucky and Steven go to your room. the long haired brunette peaking his head through the crack too see you sound asleep in your bed, tucked away in some happy dreamland he hopes. slipping inside the room, Steven stands by the doorframe as he watches Bucky kiss your temple. 

   whispering all the right and sweet things Steven couldn’t bring himself to think of, Bucky was so good at what he did for you and Steven was still struggling to learn but he will do better. 

anything for their precious angel pie 

   as Steven and Bucky get ready for bed, they talk on their plans as they brushed their teeth and wore their pajamas. from waking you up early with your favorite breakfast to dressing you up in your favorite outfit. taking you to the small shop in the mall that you’ve been nonstop talking about, let you buy as many stuffed bears and animals as your heart desires.

   slipping under their covers to, Steven wrapped his large arms around Bucky and kissed his neck, “do you wanna finish what you started,” he whispered as he bite on Bucky’s earlobe, pulling it a bit but Bucky just scoffed.

   “go to sleep punk,” 

   Steve huffed and slipped under the covers but Bucky just grinned, kissing Steven goodnight as they slipped fast asleep. thrilled to treat their angel right tomorrow as they slipped to sleep in each others grasps. 

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“yeah that’s it, suck that fuckin dick. you like that don’t you? like havin your brat hole stuffed with Daddy’s cock, huh?”

the filth streaming out from Ari’s mouth smooth and seamlessly as the cigar smoke he exhaled. pushing the burning ash of his cigar against the tray, the stain of your pink lipgloss against the white paper visible in the golden bulbs of his office.

forgetting he asked you a question, you gurgle something in response. mouth too stuffed with the thickness of his dick to say anything coherent but you don’t mind the fauxly sympathetic cooes and the head pats Ari gives you. saying under the gravely tone of his breath how his dumb little girl can’t think straight when she’s stuffed with him.

it makes the slickness of your cunt increase with each slurp you have at his tip, his groans and hisses in approval. it’s been a while with you in this position, your knees digging into the softness of the expensive Persian carpet but you don’t complain. you love nights like this, when he’s stuck in his office doing stacks of paperwork and only you can have the power to pull him away from the stress of it all.

of course Ari likes it too, he gets to treat his princess to whatever she wants because she’s been a good girl for him while he’s been preoccupied with work. de-stressing and relaxing while his princess takes the workload off his shoulder with every lick and suck of her kitten tongue and soft lips. Ari is a serious man that follows a strict set of guidelines, the following of those golden requirements have their perks.

well... they applied only if you’ve been good— which you have been all day!

in Ari’s, Daddy’s, rulebook: good girls get rewarded. designer clothes, runway bags, nights out in the city— sweet little treats for you to enjoy. as a good girl you were being rewarded with a very special treat.

it wasn’t the promise of going out to the boutique tomorrow or a wad of cash you could spend on anything but something else and both options didn’t compare to this treat because let’s make it clear—

you’re a sucker for your Daddy’s lollipop.

it shows in the way you’re bobbing your head up and down, licking the long length of his hard cock with the tip of your tongue. fingers rubbing sensual and sloppy circles against his tighten balls, all while you enjoyed the symphony of groans and moans that erupts from your daddy’s mouth.

Ari glances down to your eyes, your pretty lashes crumpled together from your tears. crying those pretty tears for his cock with each thrust he shoves, all because of him and damn does he get harder when you shed more. typical for you to cry over his dick but fuck did it not bother you one bit as you take him deeper into your mouth. still looking up at him with those pretty starlight eyes that shine their innocent radiance.

“Daddy asked you a question, princess. come on, you can still blab your bratty mouth with my dick stuck in it.”

it has you sliding your tongue up his shaft until it rests on his bountiful tip, licking the slit leaking with salty perfume in thought. “yes Daddy, I love your cock in my mouth. I can’t live without it,” the voice that excludes past your lips wrapped around his member muffled yet he was able to hear every sloshed word.

“yeah Daddy fuckin knows you do. go on pretty girl, keep makin a mess on my dick,” it makes him lazily smirk when you bob your head up and down to respond to him, god you’re so fucking hot.

leaning his back against the leather of his office chair, thick muscles of his firearms and biceps folded behind his head to enjoy the show before him. watching his little princess taking him deeper down her little throat but making one mistake.

“nah ah, fuck! look up at me princess, look up. eyes on me when you take your treat,” you follow your eyes from the base of his cock, traveling them up the trail of chest hair from his lower muscles abdomen to his bare chest. “let Daddy see his pretty crybaby suckin’ his fat cock, don’t make me fuckin’ repeat myself,”

although your eyes still latch on the shiny silver pendent gleaming in the golden light of his office. oh how that chain and pendant rested in between your teeth as he thrusted his cock deep in you till you felt him in your belly the other night.

suffocated in the heat of summer nights that led to endless fucking, the evidence stained on the silk sheets. although the slap of his large hand against you peach cheek awakens you from your dreamy reverie.

not too soft but not too hard, a warning that you dared not to ignore.

with that you latch sight of his half lid eyes, a storm brewing in those hues that almost make you stop sucking on his girth. the cloudy blueness in his summer borne hues shaded a much darker aura, shading much darker as you hallow your cheeks and sucker harder around his member. batting your lashes as you continue to take him further into your mouth while taking in the sight of his head thrown back and his mouth agaped.

the series of grunts and moans to his hand to come down to pull you off his dick, not knowing why. you thought that you were treating and taking care of your daddy real good as you played with him. glancing down at the carpet beneath you as you sit on your knees, poignant demeanor catching Ari’s attention, causing him to slowly smile.

taking in your glossy pout that was centimeters away from his standing cock, wrapping his large hand gently around her chin, lifting your head up so you could look up at him.

“Daddy was about to cum princess, you were gonna get your special treat too early and we can’t have that now can we? daddy just gave you his lollipop.” his thumb glides against your bottom lip, slicked with your spit and his pre-cum.

the silent command to open your mouth follows, obediently parting your lips so you can take his thumb and suck on it. “good little slut,”

wrapping your own hands around his wrist, you perk your lips around his thick digit. swirling your tongue around his thumb, with that you can see his cock twitching. bringing a darker shade of red with a glossier tip leaking and dripping more pre-cum down his shaft. “there we go baby. suck Daddy’s thumb like you do with his cock. good girl,”

Ari’s praise and the sinful sight of his hard standing cock has you rubbing your thighs together in need. whining around his thumb because you need to put your mouth back on him even when it’s torturing your cunt when he isn’t buried in you. although it seems that wish will soon be granted when Ari take his thumb out of your mouth with a swift pop! before wrapping his single hand around your neck.

“stick your tongue out for Daddy,” he grunts, the pressure of his fingers around your throat tightening a slight but still leaving room for you to breathe.

immediately you obey, sticking your tongue flat out and he darkly smiles while taking his cock in his hands. slapping his cock across your face before letting it tap against your tongue. moaning as the salt of his pre-cum hits your tongue, you wan to savor it in your mouth but Ari tsks at you when he notices.

“nah ah, baby. keep that tongue out for me, Daddy’s turn to play with that mouth. smile for Daddy princess, smile for me,” and you smile that million dollar smile that everyone talks in love with all while he smacks the tip of his cock against your tongue.

“nasty girl, such a dirty slut for her Daddy.” the slaps of his cock against your tongue stops but you’re too quick to have your mouth on him. his hands gripping your jaw roughly, his thumb and fingers pressing against your cheeks causing your lips to perk.

“wait wait wait- did I fucking tell you that you could have my cock yet?” his words sharp and willing to cut but he takes mercy upon those bambi eyes and those marshmallow tears.

“you want this princess?” Ari gestures as he takes his cock in his rough hands, he’s so sensitive that even his own touch causes him to bite his bottom lip.

“yes Daddy, I need it Daddy,” you whimper while nodding your head up and down.

it’s almost pathetic, Ari reflects but he rethinks that thought.

it’s indeed so pathetic how you were craving and yearning for his cock even when you were making out with it seconds prior. but damn did Ari love to tease you till you were in tears, so close but not given permission to run your tongue over your treat, trace all the veins bulging and pumping for their desire of your mouth—

if one thing was true is that you were a messy and desperate slut, but you were his messy a desperate slut — and you couldn’t look anymore hot when you’re sitting pretty on your knees in between his spread thighs.

“you need what princess?” Ari throws, that same hand that’s been gripping your face falls down to take its rightful place around your throat. bellowing voice low in his throat but you aren’t gonna let him intimidate you from finally getting your reward.

“my lollipop Daddy,” you perk dumbly, Ari secretly loving how you’re slowly going stupid for him as you lick your lips and he squeezes the sides of your neck while you’re midway through talking.

“you’re lollipop? i’m not so sure princess, is it your lollipop or my lollipop?” Ari questions, playing dumb to those furrow bros and pout of yours. that single thumb that you sucked earlier tracing those tears.

“yes Daddy it is mine, it’s only mine. my lollipop, cause i’ve been a good girl today,” you plead, those bambi eyes melting his heart like they always do.

“a good girl?”

“you’re good girl,” you correct and in response you see the softly dark twinkle in his eyes re-emerge.

silently, you lean your mouth towards his cock. kissing the white dewdrop of pre-cum that has been dripping down the thick vein of his shaft. hearing your daddy’s groan in approval, you continue to press your sloppy open mouth kisses until you reach his weeping crown. dipping the tip of your tongue in the thick coat of his salty brim, giving the fat head a delicate kitten lick.

“yeah lick that, lick Daddy’s cock pretty girl. it’s yours, all yours. your lollipop,” smiling to yourself as you wrap your mount around the tip and swirl your tongue around it.

enjoying the string of sweet moans and raspy sighs you get from your Daddy, both of you enjoying your reward. cause you’re a sucker for his lollipop and he’s a sucker for your mouth.

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Ari’s eyes follow the screen to the stacks of paperwork in front of him. all this was due by the end of the week and he still didn’t file the information from the online form to the files laying on his desk.

there were times where Ari broke some work related limits of hours upon hours of desk work fueled by caffeine and your kisses of encouragement but then again he did have his limits.

these were those times but no matter how much he promised himself he’d take a break, meaning to check up on you and see what you’ve been up to. although time seemed to pass and Ari hadn’t realize that that side note was forgotten three hours ago on the account of his mind relentlessly kept on reeling him back into his paperwork.

the large coffee mug you made him at a pottery class sits besides a stack of files is pushing its fifth refill of the day as Ari pours the remaining bitter black liquid from the coffeepot. the dark black liquid flowing into the yellow painted, honeypot shaped mug.

it makes him smile at the memory of when you gifted it to him, wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper he presses kisses all over your face in gratitude. he always complained on needing a mug since he always dropped them and he was certain to never drop of break this special mug his princess made him.

its sudden with the loose grip he has on the coffee mug that the coffee spills over the brink of the mug and onto a few papers. the action causes Ari to blurt out an aggregated scold before fanning out the papers soaked in coffee to the side near a fan.

sitting back down on his chair his eyes look over the work he has completed. stapling and putting away documents that have been signed and filed out as well as closing off tabs that weren’t important anymore-

he still has more work cut out for him

his rushing thoughts and swift hands bearing a pen and the other a computer mouse, his head shoots up as a rhythm like knock echoes at the home office door. “come in,”

the low rumble of his voice speaks out as his eyes and attention to back on the papers in his grasps. sipping on his black coffee, slightly sweetened in his desired cream and sugar packets, his focus and eyes stick to his paperwork.

the door opens to reveal you, slightly irritated and desperate for attention from your daddy. you were certain with your presence and the way your heels clack against the flooring he would lift his head up. adjust the small glasses on the brink of his nose and acknowledge you, tell you that you look cute today or stop writing all together but it doesn’t spark interest to him at all.

thin spectacles on the brink of his nose, loose curtains of hair rest on the sides of his face. as you take steps closer you can see the worn out exhaustion in his blue hues and the deep darkness of his under eye bags. daddy hasn’t slept great in days, always joining you in bed in the early morning hours and waking before you can. so now knowing that your mission for attention might not be the best idea, you know when your daddy gets like this.

it’s best to leave him work but it wasn’t healthy for him to overwork. it’s stress none stop about getting work done cause it wasn’t good for daddy! and despite you feeling a burn in your belly that you wanted to deny and push aside for him...

even you had your limits of being deprived from his embraces, praises and touches.

a solid three days it’s been that Ari has been glued behind his desk. it irked you how demanding his job was but you had to be his supportive princess, he needed all the support and encouragement. even if it meant to ignore the wetness in between your thighs that needed to be catered and handled by your daddy then so be it...

maybe you can get a bit of attention, a morsel of affirmation from him and you’ll be set to go. maybe you shouldn’t have worn the outfit you have on if you now just want a praise of two but you don’t hesitate to get comfortable. settling in one of the form fitting arm chairs at the far corner of your daddy’s office near the towering bookshelves and his hanged degrees.

admiring how smart and brave your daddy is with his degrees, certificates and honors as you play with the little charm bracelet he gave you. throwing one smooth leg over the other your mini skirt rakes up to reveal your upper thighs but still covering up what little you’re trying to hide. you liked dressing up pretty for daddy and he did to, today was no exception cause you were planning on cheering him up.

when he would finally realize you were here- you roll your eyes as he takes another sip of coffee. taking all your necessities that you stuffed in your Strawberry Shortcake book bag, you laid the elements of entertainment on the coffee table in front of you near the plush armchairs.

one of your lisa frank coloring books being thrown across the expansive wooden tabletop, you take out your bright vivid gel pens and pastel markers from your coloring pouch. and by taking out you unzip the pink pouch and turn it upside down for it all to fall on the table.

the clashing plastic crash of your coloring tools against the polished tabletop alert Ari- his head shooting up as his eyes meet your distanced body uncapping a scented marker and opening a page of the coloring book.

“princess? I didn’t see you, what are you doing here?” his voice breaks as he drops the pen in his hands briefly, softly smiling as he sees your face driven in concentration. his smile deepens when your nose doing the cute little scrunch thing when you’re unsure about something but plan on figuring out.

hair styled in one of your complicated yet sophisticated hairdos, his large sweater he allowed you to wear since the morning still adorns your bodice comfortably. knees bended, he sees them bare but an outline to a crimson red skirt falls on your hips.

it’s a shame Ari couldn’t get up and scoop you up in his arms, play and color with you for a bit without the ball and chain of his work holding him hostage at his desk.

“so now you notice i’m here,” your voice lightly snaps but it’s mellowed as your lips pull into a pout, pulling the strings of his heart. a sense of guilt rises in his chest because he knows he hasn’t been caring for you properly these past few days. without the little moments of meals and getting ready for bed he hasn’t been spending time with you that much.

“don’t be like that princess. daddy just has alot of work to finish-” but you still shake your head, confusing Ari as you cross your arms over your chest.

“but I don’t want daddy to work! daddy works forever! I want special time!” you whine, your eyes tearing up as you slam your hands against the table. making the coloring books, pens and markers quake at your mercy.

at this moment Ari’s at your mercy, and if he permits you to continue this stirring frenzy who knows how much he’s going to spend away from his work to calm you from a potential tantrum. so the words that come out of Ari’s mouth make you hault your next actions of crying and screaming-

the simple notion of, “come here princess, bring your coloring book with you. we can work together,” makes your tears stop falling and your body rising to leap towards him. grabbing your things quickly and making your way to your daddy. it’s now that he sees you in your outfit that has his eyes sticking anywhere else but yours.

a smirk curling your glossy, cherry painted lips you turn around for him so he could see your little ‘outfit’ the flow of your skirt tempting to rise up at the bottom curve of your ass but you’re hoping to save the surprise do what’s underneath it later, “do you like my skirt daddy?” you say, your eyes tracing his and he only but stares at anything else but your eyes.

the rich gleam of your thighs and long legs, the way your chest peaks out through the fabric to his sweater, your tempting glossy lips and those damn heels...

his response is his hands patting down on his thigh, enough to practically make your heart jump at the sight. it’s been that long since you’ve sat on his lap but then again you constantly need to be on it.

a moonlight smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you drop your coloring books and markers on his desk. making sure to not mess up his paperwork with yours, Ari moves his papers to make way for your things.

sighing happily when you settle your bum in between both of his thighs to get comfy. sweet scent of strawberries and cream from your shampoo wafting to his nose and the stark fruitiness of your scented markers mixing with the coffee steam from his mug marry together.

the two of you do your separate jobs peacefully, with the exception of you reaching for his honeypot mug to have a lick of coffee that he tsks at you. moving the mug away from your grabby small hands.

“that’s a big people drink sweet pea. i’ll give you a juice box if you’re thirsty,” but you just shake your head and get right back to shading with your colors.

“daddy may I please play my hello kitty game?” your perky voice starts as you start coloring the detailed tiger cub. emphasizing on the may and please, your daddy was a sucker for good manners and etiquette.

shifting against only his right thigh now, your back hunches to reach the desk with difficulty until he shift to get you comfortable. continuing coloring but your eyes leave once in a while to stare at the keyboard Ari’s fingers clack with each key, “not now princess.” Ari hums and you frown sourly.

the online hello kitty theme park game would be an excellent way to have you distracted as he works but at the same time Ari doesn’t think it’ll be healthy for you to invest that much screen time. and besides he’s working on it, leaning your head on his bicep you let go of that unwanted answer and get back to color tinting and detailing.

Ari files in the margins of the paperwork and writes everything out as you do with your coloring sheets. as the minutes turn into hours, his mug once again being filled with coffee and your sippy cup filled with your juice. you finish coloring page after coloring page and Ari stack after stack of paperwork.

leaving you halfway done with your one hundred and seventy-five page Lisa Frank coloring book and your daddy only one stack of field files. the amount he managed to finish has him impressed of himself and grateful to his special good luck charm sitting perfectly right on his thigh.

“daddy look at all the pages I finished!” you cheer as you pull out the coloring book for him to look over, practically bouncing on his thigh from excitement. the dazzling brightness of your wide toothy smile bringing a large smile to Ari’s face as he takes the coloring book to look over at your hard work.

flipping each page, the drawings and outlined sheets were more colorful and detailed than the last and Ari was indeed speechless and at awe. proud of his creative princess and her clever unique technique with scented markers and glitter gel pens.

“princess these are gorgeous! I have a little artist on my hands don’t I?” Ari grins and his words make the wide smile you have crinkle as your eyes dash away from his flustered.

your bashful state makes Ari chuckle but his eyes don’t pull away to continue analyzing and admiring your work. you indeed did an excellent job at coloring and Ari thought you’d struggle a bit with the detailed sheets of Lisa Frank. the refrigerator tonight will be decorated in these latest masterpieces, he’ll make sure of it.

and you know what? you deserve a reward.

Ari thought and he bends to the side to open the second compartment of his desk just above his organized files. pulling the drawer open, his hands roam over the pens, staples and office supplies in search for the treats.

stopping his short search when his fingers grab the bag of heart shaped lollipops he at times rewarded you when you listened to him extra carefully. he grabs one and brings it up to your eyesight, enjoying how your eyes light up and follow the lollipop with each motion.

starlight eyes widen and focus on the cherry lollipop in your daddy’s grasp then stare up at him again, “is that for me daddy?” you words drip in eagerness, wanting to taste the sugary sweet artificial fruit against your tongue.

Ari’s eyes playfully squint against your mischievous ones, his fingers undo the wrapper and disregard it aside on the desk. wonderstroke eyes looking over the bare heart shaped lollipop, you can smell the tangy cherry and your mouth waters.

although you don’t expect daddy to take the lollipop in his mouth. a pout pulling your lips as you rock against his thigh for a taste and you stop once your daddy takes it out with a smart delightful pop!

“open up for daddy princess,” and you don’t need to be told twice as you open your mouth so Ari could place the heart lolli in your mouth. “tongue out sweet girl,” and you stick your tongue flat out, making Ari smile at your good listening skills.

your glossy lips closing around the sweet candy on a stick, you hum at the sweet taste, “thank you daddy,” Ari simply kisses your forehead before patting your head, getting straight into work.

despite the candy he gave you, you’re still upset he still is ignoring you. by all means you could color as many pages in your coloring book for eternity but they never gave you the same satisfaction then the attention daddy gave you.

being deprived of it, you’ve also been deprived of his cock.

locked away in the depths of your shared bedroom you couldn’t just replace his thick fingers with yours. your pink silicon toys with his cock because they didn’t reach the golden spot he easily could reach. and you couldn’t rub your panty clothed pussy against one of your pillows and pretend it was Ari’s body.

no matter how much you wanted to touch yourself at times- hell you wanted to touch yourself when you were in your playroom this early afternoon. Ari obviously wouldn’t notice since his head was deep in paperwork but you knew you couldn’t break one of his golden rules.

right now daddy was right here, you were sitting on his very lap and compared to him you were a little thing in desperately critical need to be taken care of. your slicked cunt wasn’t going to stop over-examining your daddy’s big arms that caged you in. his large hands that held the pen that looked so small in it as he wrote. his wide muscular chest that you rest your back against.

not to mention the soft and tender caresses of his one hand rubbing your thigh through your fringed scarlet red skirt. soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your hairline here and there along with the scratch of his thick beard. the soft spoken praises he whispered in your ear as you colored quietly for him.

daddy himself made you needy, very needy. because as much as you could sit still and color quietly and be his good girl you desperately wanted to grind your cunt against his thigh.

but then again who were you to ask for permission?

the sudden shift your body has against his thigh doesn’t ring any bells or blast any alarms since he just thinks you’re simply shifting to find a comfortable position.

wandering fingers trace the veins bursting from your daddy’s flexed hands and forearms that grip his pen as he writes. as well as the other that’s hooked around your belly to keep you still, finding the perfect rhythm to roll your hips against ari’s thigh.

holding in a whimper you suck on the lollipop hard, picturing the heart shaped lolli has the tip of his cock but then again it just makes you drip pathetically against your daddy’s thigh even thinking of that. the burning pleasure vibrating at your core as your hips continue to rock onto the denim of your daddy’s jeans. the slick of your pussy soaking your panties and the honey seeps through the crotch of the thin lace thing.

as much as you’re doing a good job at keeping your little sounds to yourself and throwing Ari off at your dirty work as you carry on coloring he isn’t oblivious to the wetness that is drenching his thigh nor your ongoing grind you have on it.

no matter how considerable you told him earlier that you were coloring the page you’re working on for him and how adorable you looked grinding your desperate cunt on his thigh.

you didn’t ask for permission

Ari’s sure if he could lift your body away from his thigh they’re would be a wet patch stained on his jeans. he can hear the sloppiness of your wet folds and slick with each rock your hips have. the smell of your arousal filling his nose, the cherry in your breath as you let out a little whimper. feeling the loose string of your orgasm building in the pit of your belly beginning to tighten as you roll and rock your hips to the lace that makes you melt.

“stop it,” Ari’s low rumble commanded, his hands still writing something but his eyes dash from his work to you. eyes closed and face clouded in lust as you persist your grinding. head and conscious tucked away in your dirty little dream world. Ari doesn’t let the fact that you’re sucking on the lollipop like it’s his cock or the little moans that sound like high pitched hums.

he gave you you’re a reward and he can easily take it away

oblivious of your daddy’s true intention you moan when his hand lands on your head, stroking through your hair until he takes a handful of it and pulls your head back. a gasp escaping your lips, your eyes open and the grind you have on his thigh comes to a crashing stop at the painful tug.

“daddy let go!” you loudly whine. your eyes watering at your ruined orgasm and your hair potentially getting ruined by your daddy’s harsh hold.

another cry escapes your lips when ari pulls your head back even more, causing your back to arch as his breath wafts against your earlobe. “daddy told you to stop, princess. is my little princess a dumb baby or is my little princess too busy fucking herself on daddy’s thigh to listen?”

the coarseness of his remark makes you shiver, a whimper and cry leaving your lips as your eyes water as the hold he has on your hair tightens.

“get your filthy cunt off of my thigh and keep coloring that picture for me. can you do that for me or you going to wander and get lost in that whorish brain of yours?”

rapidly nodding your head up and down and lift your hips over his thigh, your need to please and answer his question quickly makes him chuckle into your hair. although you’re still whimpering and pouting over your ruined hair, you spent all morning making it cute and perfect all for it to be ruined with a single tug from his large hands.

hot bothered breath and searing lips grazing against the shell of your ear causes your wetness to seep and drip onto your rubbing thighs. catching you in the act, Ari’s free hand pulls the skirt above your hips, expecting you to wear some kind of tiny lace panties but you aren’t wearing anything.

blue eyes don’t meet any scandalous undergarment, just your plump ass and your dripping cunt desperate for his touch. desperate for a release and his attention, his hands examine the flimsy material for a skirt that deliciously hugs and covers your hips.

feeling your daddy’s stare on your princess parts, it makes your heart jump and thump when his hands grab at your ass. kneading the flesh of it before gripping the waistline of the cherry red skirt.

“daddy-?” another gasp escapes your lips when a loud tare ripples throughout the room and the weight of cold air hitting your slicked, exposed pussy.

Ari grunts as he takes the fabric of your now ripped skirt and throws it onto the floor without a care, all he wants to see is your pussy. a large hand comes down to slap your ass, enjoying the way it bounces back like it’s a response. it has all the blood and lust flowing down south to his hardening cock.

“do daddy a favor princess and shut the fuck up before daddy makes you,” the threat makes you whimper, the lollipop in your mouth swirling sweetly against your tongue as your daddy pinches and gripes handfuls of your ass. slapping the flesh and watching it bounce, he wants to dig his teeth in your peach flesh.

“take my sweater off. I want nothing on what’s mine. do you understand?” Ari groans in your ear as his hands glide around your hips to dip into your cunt, his fingers stroking your folds and not believeing how wet you are. “oh and princess, the heels stay on,”

whimpering and following his order quickly, grabbing his sweater from the helm and lift the heavy wool material of the sweater above your head. body fully bare and under the heat of his burning glance, you drop the thick article of clothing in your hands on the floor. leaving the heels on as he commanded, feeling the lust filled burn of his stare intensify as you rest your hands together on his knee waiting.

waiting impatiently for the matter for his next command. the smell of the baby oil and sweet strawberry lotion he rubbed on your curves earlier that day hits his nose and he moans. you look, smell and- as he takes his fingers in his mouth and moans- taste like candy.

hearing the sudden sound of a heavy metal buckle of his belt loosen, Ari’s hard cock rises up and hits the hard muscle of his belly. an untamed groan escapes oats his lips when you turn your head over your shoulder to see him rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.

those starlight eyes that usually gleam in their faux innocence stare back at the fire in his eyes and you pout. wanting to touch daddy’s cock and taste him on your tongue. but your eyes tear up when he takes his thumb and suck the white cum into his mouth, not leaving enough for you to taste.

it makes you whip your head away from his handsome smug face. Ari doesn’t ignore the sniff out of you as he sets sight of your bare body in front of him. resting your elbows and body weight on the desk your arched back leaves loads of space for him to glide his hands through. running delicious shivers throughout your spine before he slaps your ass again. stinging and burning but your cunt creams in pleasure as you bite your bottom lip.

“my slutty princess wasn’t wearing a bra under daddies sweater? no panties under those scraps for a skirt? fucking knew you looked too good. wanted daddy to find out and ruin your tiny pussy, didn’t you? wanted to distract me from work? nasty little girl thinking she can get what she wants.”

not daring to let out another moan, his hand still gripping your hair loosens as his free hand rises up your waist to pinch a nipple. “answer me slut. you get nothing if you don’t,” his hiss rings and normally you would laugh at him in this state. telling off his stupid hunchmen on the phone as you got all hot and bothered as he yelled at them, making them beg for his forgiveness.

now you’re on the end of that anger; and you don’t mind it one but as his large calloused hands grab the fragments of your ripped skirt on the floor before analyzing your bare body arched pretty and posed for him. in nothing but your big girl heels with your cute lacy white socks, his cock is painfully hard now as the tip paints his abdomen in precum.

“yes daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to stop working because you haven’t touched me and I want cummies! I deserve cummies!” you cry but the words are too sloshed and unreadable from the lollipop in your mouth.

it’s quick that Ari takes the stick and pulls it away from your mouth with a swift and perky pop! a loud whine excludes your lips from his sole action but it’s replaced with a gasp as Ari slaps your mouth, “shut your big brat hole up before I stuff it shut myself,” and you moaned at him, fucking moaned at the threat.

it leaves him just as speechless as you, you’re face wafting in the heat of your embarrassment and you cower when his smirk curls deviously done on you. Ari wants you to cry- God he wants to rip your heart out and bandage it up with his cock

“dumb babies like you get what daddy gives you. nothing else, now grind on daddy’s thigh princess,” his rough command makes you freeze, not even daring to breathe for a second.

wondering if he’s being serious, and it’s as if he could read the confusion buzzing in your head he decides to clear it up. the harsh and stinging spank awakes you from your overthinking session and you get to work. working to gain the same pleasurable friction you were enjoying moments ago.

your hands gripe the edge of his desk till your knuckles bulge out around your soft skin. rocking your hips against the roughness of his jeans, this time no panties are in the way as your slickness flows freely. lubricating your folds and soaking his thigh with your juices, it makes him chuckle when he feels your wetness soak through the fabric onto his thigh. you’re so pretty and obedient he could fuck your till you couldn’t think or stand.

“do you think you can finish your coloring page before you cum princess? show me how good you are at coloring.”

Ari’s artificially sweet remark makes you whimper, just as artificial as the cherry heart lollipop you were licking. not hesitating or wasting a minute, you quickly grab your coloring book and markers and get straight to work.

thankful you didn’t have to color much, one good thing leading you to this moment you could feel your orgasm nearing. the high peak that you’re getting closer and closer to, you want to jump off the cliff and dive into the waves of your pleasure. who knows what daddy would do if you didn’t finish your drawing on time, you needed to fucking cum.

you always got what you fucking wanted regardless what daddy thought, but maybe you spoke to soon-

“please princess, daddy knows you can grind harder on that. show me how much of a slut you are for daddy’s thigh,” you whimper at his command and obey immediately.

grinding harder against him, his teeth biting the soft bit of ear as his fingers roll your hard nipples. slightly wincing and deeply moaning, you can’t help but allow him to make you slip in that space of mindless obedience.

daddy always made you a moaning wet mess, always desperate for his approval and sweet honeyed praises. glassy eyes concentrating on your coloring sheet, it was becoming difficult to focus on coloring as you rocked your hips. trying desperately to withhold your orgasm but desperately trying to please daddy and grinding harder. hot tears springing in your eyes at the havoc situation, you let out a sob as your rock against Ari’s thigh.

Ari only but cooed at you, thumbing away your hot salty tears. “what a little crybaby,” he chuckles through a fake sympathetic smile. fisting his hard slippery cock in one hand as the other crept down to rub your little button. if anything Ari wants more now is for you to cry- it’s getting his cock harder and harder as the tears drip onto the coloring sheet.

“daddy I-I can’t color that fast!” that cry as his thick fingers advancing in their speed and pressure. stroking the puffiness of your folds before brushing against your drenched hole.

taking not a single ounce of regard to your wail, he responds only by pinching your pussy lips. causing you to cry out in sudden pain before he strokes your pussy to calm you. thick digits gathering up your arousal, your folds creating a lewd serenade in the golden tint of his office.

“you can’t color that fast? my stupid little princess doesn’t know how to color quick enough? to color a small stupid drawing before she can cum? huh, princess? answer me!”

there doesn’t need to be any tugging at your hair or harsh slap to your ass for you to quiver against him. Ari- your daddy has a magical way of making you submit with just the ease of his words but you don’t know how to answer him at all but to keep coloring. marshmallow tears streaming down your face like shooting stars, you continue to reach your high your daddy assists you on reaching but denies.

however Ari is noticing that you’re practically almost done coloring the picture, by the time you’re finished you’d probably cum and fufill his order. oh he couldn’t let that happen. his spoiled brat wasn’t gonna cum until he felt she deserved so, which wasn’t gonna be anytime soon if he could do anything about it.

quick hands slap down on your ass, causing the marker in your hand to scribble slightly over the lines. a gasp escaping your lips your bottom lip trembling at the sight and rushing figuring out how to fix it. scarlet heels clacking together, his hands stop tracing the lace of your socks at your ankles.

ravishing in your panicked state, he smirks into your hair. grabbing the lollipop he snatched from you earlier from the desk, taking it into his mouth with a satisfying pop! ignoring your offended and hurt whimpers as your daddy steals your reward away from you due to your clumsiness. it makes your vision blurry and your bottom lip tremble violently, head echoing in only one thought and one thought only-

daddy is so mean, daddy’s a big fat meanie.

your thoughts roar but you didn’t mean to say any of them aloud, you’re so caught up in the moment that you have no idea you did so because now your ass is getting spanked again and again and again and again. all until your peach flesh burns and Ari can see the indents of his fingers on that heart shaped ass he loves so much before bringing his hand back in your hair.

tugging it so your spine suddenly arches back so his lips brush your ear, a gasp escaping your mouth. “I can be meaner princess. you stop coloring and I won’t let you cum. do you understand that? stupid whore.”

the growl rolls off his lips and it just adds onto the sheet of sweats glistening off your skin. tears drop from your lashes as shaky, trembling hands grip the markers as you persist on finishing the coloring page. feeling your body is on fire, your sobbing cunt continues to rock against his loins and the pleasure is almost unbearable you whimper.

the smirk plastered on Ari’s face is sinful, his hands unbutton his shirt to leave his chest bare. golden pendant glistening in the light bulbs of his office. back muscles resting against the leather of his office chair, he strokes his throbbing cock. biting his bottom lip enjoying the naked sight of his desperate slut for a precious princess bouncing and rocking on his thigh.

arms bended calmly behind his head, biceps slightly flexing as he licks on the lollipop he took from you. humming from its sweet taste while imagining it’s the nipples of your tits, his tongue flicking over the heart shape- sucking sharply on it. savoring the sweet cherry taste as his hands graze up to gripe your bouncing tits. savoring in your heavy moans, stiff sniffles and stuttering sobs all on the account of him.

like taking candy from a baby, his baby.

Ari thinks as he watched your ass bounce, sweat glistening off your skin as your heeled feet shake. moving back in your high unaware matter, your ass unintentionally brushes roughly against his balls. causing you to gasp and your daddy to grunt, ordering you to do it again which you do.

suddenly the thought of fucking your other tight hole full of his white ropes of cum takes over his mind but he was enjoying you trying to find a release. “maybe if you color the picture really nice for daddy then daddy will let you cum,”

Ari spoke, his voice soft and tender like always despite the current moments of viscously degrading and name calling you. you’ve always craved this part of him but who knew it would hurt your heart so fucking good with each insult and slap to your heart shaped ass.

although the remark creates a hopeful glisten in your relieved eyes, posture relaxing a bit. you were certain you wouldn’t be able finish it on time but maybe if you focus on making it look pretty- regardless of a few white spaces- daddy would let you have your cummies. Ari would kiss you on your pretty lips and make you undone with the sweetest command.

oh how you craved it this moment it’s bringing more tears to your eyes.

“r-really daddy?” you stutter, imagining the tenseness of his thigh as his cock. squeezing it just right around your walls as your eyes glue on the coloring sheet. grinding your pussy harder onto his jean covered thigh that let’s all your high pitched and stuttering moans flow like honey, “you really mean it?”

a dark glint shines in Ari’s blue hues, taking the lollipop out of his mouth his hand rubs his shaft painfully slow. that thumb that has been teasing your button glides past his weeping tip, his burning blue glance shifting to you. until his hand reaches up, causing you to moan when he grabs a handful of your hair.

oh how he was going to tear his poor princess down after building her a sense of hope.

all this action with unspoken virtue is in fact, getting caught live on the video camera that stands on the night stand besides Hayden’s- your dreamboy’s, bedside table. that boyish blush hot pink like the hello kitty charm hanging off the camera’s scope. swinging back and forth at the will of the Manhattan breeze of another summer nights rainstorm.

getting the scandalous and risqué close ups of Hayden’s large soft hands, so hesitant to slip off those tiny lace olive green panties that deliciously wrapped your hips and slicked cunt. rubbing and slightly grinding on his brick hard member that begs to be released from his black boxers.

the sweet music of your moans and his whimpers as the pitter patter of the sensual rain plays in the background. moonlight streaming through the dewdrop dripping glass of the French panels, chances of lightning brightening up the low lamp lit room while boisterous thunder helps arouse your actions further.

biting that ripe bottom lip, fresh and rosy like strawberries in the glowing warmth of spring. making those lips part in a gasp, feeling your own smirking before slipping your tongue and melting in the warmth of his mouth. still slightly ashamed but craving this attention, even with it’s normally obscure perks you certainly weren’t one to not give your all.

especially with someone as glorious and gorgeous as the boy who melts under your position. breaking off the kiss, you grab the video camera and the blush to your amusement deepens in its roseate pigment. aiming the camera to his sunkissed chest, your manicured hands glide through the freckles that speckle his biceps and abs. if you had all the time the universe possessed you would kiss each and everyone.

those divine copper constellations on his broad milky way skin, a sea of stars that found a way home to your heart.

biting back the need to do so, those talons for nails tenderly scratch the space between his pecs to the abdominal muscle. ravishing in his whimpers and pleads for you to touch him, kiss him, fuck him.

Hayden, oh sweet Hayden is still too flustered to ever consider he’d have a chance to do something like this- especially with someone he’s so close with.

you’re his friend.

even when you both are developing this faultless case of mutual obsession towards one another, it still didn’t feel right. those feelings are suppose to be kept locked in a chest buried deep in the ale of your ribs, but it’s another thing to remember that you both are contrived of the same emotions, desires, the same rib.

all these moments you both play in the dark, fluorescent and keen to all the events that have added up till now. perfuming this cloud of unspoken desire and admiration as you both drank in your movements and words- you both are crossing a line now.

before it was late night flirts as you both enjoyed the city lights, eating Harlem styled pizzas on the ancient steps of the metropolitan. before it was curious touches in the elevator of his apartment after you both drank your weight and laughed it off at one the bars. before it was just a dance, a game to just find a little pleasure to entertain the misery of your lonely lives after graduating Harvard.

you both know what you’re doing now, you both just don’t want to stop.

even though you’re his dear friend that has been with him through thick and thin, through soaring high and bellowing lows- he has secretly been dreaming of this exact moment.

with your hair beautifully falling in curly strands around your face as you grind on him. those glossy lips he has finally had the chance to feel against his own part when he graze your clothed cunt against his member. to feel the weight of your temple like body straddling his hips and doing whatever you wished with him.

maybe without the video camera... but that’s just one of the perks when he’s tangled with a wild card as a friend.

his sweet friend that he has been trying so so hard to keep at that but it was a magically way the universe plays match maker when it comes to loneliness. however that dreaded emotion doesn’t seem to present itself this rainy night, if anything he still feels his heart bursting and collapsing within itself when you kiss him harder.

sparking in streamers of birthday cake and disintegrating into raspberry confetti, a party for you both to enjoy just as the one you and him left. rather too earlier but there’s always a good enough excuse for you both to abandon those overrated galas that entertained the poor souls of the upper east side.

the excuse? loneliness.

the sickening emotion always seemed to invite itself in the crowds of carefree blood blues. with their charmingly vindictive smiles and sharp cruel eyes, but oh how they’d keep away knowing your speciality. how Hayden was suppose to keep away and not cross the golden boundary of friends and unspoken lovers but your dear friend is in desperate need of adventure and passion.

loneliness can do so so much to ones confidence in finding their own hidden desires and it was no secret that even when you and him were friends that he imagined you in this very position. on top of him with your lips pressed against his, despite you the special gift you have with being a heartbreaker...

a maneater of innocent hearts.

they called you so for a reason and Hayden out of all people should have taken that as a warning to back away but damn were you a teacup of candy floss rosé to his ideal and rather boring empty bottles of beer. so inviting and pleasing to the eyes and desire in the soft plump curves that showcased through that silk slip dress. which now lays on the polished flooring along with his button up and jeans.

“y/n?” his voice murmurs against your peachy lips, tasting fresh of saccharine apricot and lingering spearmint. attempting to mask the bitter sparkling champagne enveloped on your candy red tongues.

it’s sweet addicting poison and your heart can’t help but melt when his tongue laces with yours. the bitter citrus remands of your chapstick plastered on his lips for so long now.

you want more.

“shhh baby let me kiss you more,” you hush him with another kiss and Hayden obliges, because before you both know it after several hesitant lingers you helped assure we’re perfectly fine- your dreamboy finally has his hands fully contacted on your bare waist, still nervous and hesitant if he’s doing this right.

no no, that just won’t do.

properly angling the video camera back on the nightstand, giggling when he rises to kiss your neck and the peaks of your breasts. leaning into his large warm hands, they feel heavenly and sinful with each motion as they glide up and down your back. stopping abruptly before he could graze the strap of your bra, feeling his hands- his eyes fill to the brink asking for permission when the lace material come in contact with his fingertips.

it makes you smirk while you caress that panty dropping jaw. stroking your fingers around his chin before grasping it, leaning it up for him to look up at you and like the succubus people make out of you- you drink in the lust and the vulnerability that pours in tiny crystalline tears at the corner of his eyelids.

“Hayden will you be a dear and take this off?” you hum, moaning when those devious hands are removed from your body and his stance becomes attentive and aware. lifting his back away from the bed, looking up at you gesturing to the black lacy bra that cups your tits nicely. “its goodbye has been long overdue, don’t you think so dreamboy?”

dreamboy.

that pet name has him swallowing thickly along with those cloudless blue hues glazing over with admiration. even when he despised it at first, you’re reeling in his neediness while feasting on his body and heart. he won’t condemn you from doing so, as long as you’re gentle, he craves your gentleness as much as your eagerness.

Hayden nods his head in a rapid pace, those hands that have been on your hips glide up to your tits. he would be lying if he said that he hasn’t stolen looks at your cleavage from time to time or felt his swimming trunks tighten when you laid on the Hampton’s golden sands in those skimpy designer bikinis when you both settled in his beach house for memorable sweet summers away from Harvard.

now nothing is keeping those slender fingers from unlatching the metal clapse, radiating warmth skimming your skin. almost teasingly and you wonder if he’s doing it intentionally until your eyes catch the way he bites his bottom lip when the material parts. gliding the straps off easily but slowly until the bra falls on the floor and your tits fall, if you thought he was hard before he’s unbelievably hard now.

“now it’s time to take these off.” you perk while gesturing to your panties, snapping the material at the waistline. “they’re so uncomfortable and they’re getting in the way. I can’t make you feel good with these on, take them off for me Hayden. pretty please with cherries on top,” holding back a smirk you watch as he falls his head against the pillow as you keep rubbing your clothed folds against his cock.

blue hues trained to your tits then to your lips, hands kneading your hips and to your surprise he does grip your panties- then rips them.

the sound of the expansive fabric ripping fills the room and so does the gasp that follows as he throws the now useless scraps to the floor. slender fingers gliding through your wetness, teasing your hole with just the tip of his digits cause isn’t you to bite back a moan. keeping yourself from grinding yourself on his fingers, shocked at how bold he’s become you snap out of your dazed state.

with what you believed to be a somewhat choked sound coming from Hayden’s mouth you get off him but sit on the bed. his eyes drinking in your bare body and all it’s baked gloriousness with each bend of your limbs and sway to your assets. “d-did I do something wrong?”

you shake your head no, a mischievous smirk plastered on your face as you pose for the video camera. the screen faced to you so you can see how your tits pressed against each other and the low lighting making the shadows of your face deepen your most beautiful features.

confidence radiating you with each flutter of your bambi lashes you bat then innocently at your dream boy. taking in the lust clouding in his sky blue eyes along with the heavy pants that finish in stuttering cries. biting your bottom lip, you take the waistline of his boxers and dip your fingers underneath them. the coolness of your fingertips meet the hot skin of his crotch and any further would you outline his cock.

there Hayden thrusts his hips shamelessly to meet your touch and you giggle. “please y/n take them off! god please!” Hayden whimpers and just when you take his bulge in your hands you turns into a mumbling whimpering mess of mumbling y/n’s and emphasized pleases.

it’s music to your ears.

video camera in hand again, your excitement shows in the way your rubbing your knees together. sensual honey dripping sloppily from your cunt sticky and slick against your plush inner thighs but you wonder how his cum would taste. playing with your nipple with the other, watching Hayden’s eyes dash from the camera to your golden ring fingers twirling around the stiff bud.

those golden rings that glow in the low light that only his bedside lamp provides but he can still feel your hungry panther stare. “enjoying the view pretty boy?” that other nickname spoken numerous times but this time it isn’t filled with platonic playfulness, your hand pumping his cock proves so but he doesn’t roll his eyes in annoyance but rolls them back into his skull.

pulling those sweet sounds from him in his pleads, eyes focusing on you to your hand covered in rings glowing with each movement the light reflects. it’s so hypnotizing that Hayden doesn’t notice the fabric of his boxers gently scratching his crotch. freeing his thick cock, the video camera immediately focuses. analyzing every popping vein, the slickness of his balls and you swear you almost moan at the sight.

fuck that- you almost forgot to save whatever chaste that’s left of you because your eyes don’t stop drink this angel of yours up and down.

because Hayden is nothing at all like the hook ups and one night stands you were accustomed to. because Hayden might be the only person you’ll allow yourself to be this emotionally vulnerable with. because Hayden already has your heart and you need to make that clear by the end of tonight.

maybe prepare for it to break if he doesn’t want to accept it but you keep that dreaded heartache and your bitter tears bottled up.

this dreamboy had a charming smile to match his gorgeous face to match the perfection that was his cock. that thick cock bounced up and slapped against his abs you swear you almost came at the sight.

taking him in your hands again, you stroke his shaft. moving the camera to your sinful movements to the sin glazing in your dreamboy’s eyes like sunlight basking the morning sky. tears streaming beautifully down his rosy cheeks, resembling some oil painting you both probably saw at some art gallery but were too busy thinking about fucking each other.

“Hayden baby you got a pornstar cock. good thing we’re making a movie, it’s gonna leave all the rotten critics and stuck up snobs at The Louvre speechless.” you speak and there goes the hello kitty blush again reappearing on those sun-speckled peach cheeks.

“maybe we could even have it premier this.” you say and take his big dick in your hand with a good squeeze making him hiss. “people will talk about the moral of the message. the symbolism and what it stands for.” flashing him a cheeky wink before straddling him again.

drinking the sight of his rosy-dawned mushroom head dripping in dewdrops of white precum you can wait to lick and taste. coat your mauve painted lips in them and lick them off, memorize his taste and the feel of his cock against your swirled velvetly tongue. that can wait later though, right now you have to feel him inside you and so does he.

“they’ll hang us in The Louvre.” Hayden whispers, feeling the atoms under his skin vibrate with those spoken words. flashing your eyes to his you can see the eagerness practically rippling off him. “the back end probably but still.” he breaks into a few laughs and you purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing but can’t help but slip a few.

his cock still in hand, you crawl up to press your lips to his. sweet and soft, not rushed and carnal like before but it still leaves you both breathless. “it’s still The Louvre, still The Louvre with you.” you whisper into his mouth and he drinks it up. allows it to generously butter his mouth and allows that promise to carve permanently with the ease of your tongue.

it’s getting you both excited and just when things couldn’t get any better you’re surprised to find Hayden hips thrusting to receive just a fragment of your touch. wanting you to pump him with every last drop in him, every drop of cum on him for you. “please y/n- fuck please do something,” he wails when you position yourself over his standing, throbbing cock.

positioning your hands gently on his chest, you lower your hips so your honeyed pussy lips would kiss just the tip of his cocks crown. the result of so has his back arching and his hands gripping your hips, however you swat them away. earning an offended cry from him but it’s silenced when your hands dip into your pussy.

the heavenly sight of you touching yourself, following your fingers through your wetness is pure sun but fucking hell did it look like piety in its devoted form. eyes closed, those mascara lashes brushing softly against your bottom lids. cupid bow lips parted when you swirl them against your slippery pearl until you pull them away.

revealing your fingers glistening in your flowers nectar Hayden is patient for you to bring those fingers to his mouth. craving the taste of you just as you are of him but he’s get his wish granted and the dreamboy doesn’t know whether to submit further when you spread your slick against his lips or take control like he imagined. although all previous daydreams and thoughts don’t hold a single candle with you here with him.

looking godly as you pussy continues to tease his throbbing cock, finished applying your coat of fresh sin on his chaste lips. they glow a golden light and you wonder if that halo he carried so proudly is beginning to crack with rose thorns. “can you hold the video camera for me dreamboy? I can trust that you’ll get all the perfect angles of me riding your cock.”

the whisper flowing like starlight ink from your mouth to his, pressing your bare chest against his, leaning your warm face closer to his. to make yourselves seem at one with each other when the easiest and obvious solution is the way his cock brushes against your dripping cunt and ass.

“i’ll get them, all of them I promise. please just touch me, please I fucking need you it’s driving me crazy,” the answer causes honey like sensations to flow up and down your spine and knot at the pit of your belly.

you want to ruin him but you also want him to ruin all men for you. maybe you’ll get that wish but right now you need to feel him stretch your cunt and make it his. “don’t steal a taste without me.” you whisper against his earlobe before you turn around.

you can hear him whisper a affirmed I won’t, I promise and you can’t help but feel the merciless void in your beating heart fill up sweetly.

this angel was certainly the man of your dreams, and you make that certain to you both as you drop down on his cock. taking him all in you inch by thick inch, stretching your slightly sensitive walls but urging yourself to take more when Hayden’s moans get louder and louder.

plump ass faced towards him, eyes closed shut from the piling pleasure of your velvety pussy that feels like silk. it’s so intense but he welcomes it all but he reminds himself that he has to make you proud. the video camera is in his hands, he’ll take every ounce of pleasure angling the camera and zooming on your cunt swallowing him up.

biting his lip, cursing himself to not take a taste of your saturation you spread on his lips Hayden glances at the screen piece showing your peachy ass shaking just for him. bouncing up and down on his cock and at this point, to your amusement- Hayden isn’t keeping those sweet sounds to himself. it also seems you both are really enjoying this a bit too much but who the fuck cares?

sex is running in streams of shooting stars up and down your bloodstreams. it doesn’t keep you from creaming on his shaft when you slip out, rubbing him against the luscious curve of your ass as your dripping pussy rides his tightening balls. keeping a nasty rhythm pulling every sweet gravely hiss and groan you’ll replay nights after this.

“you like seeing my pussy painting your cock? you loving this angle dreamboy?” chest swelling when he squeezes your hip, relishing in his moans as your hands stroke his tightening balls.

“no,” he moans, and with that your heart stops beating and you slow your grinding. the sloppiness more intense then when you were riding him with every breath, looking over your shoulder down at him. locking that fearful stare with his hungry one.

“I want to see you- fuck! I-I need to see you taking me. please y/n sweetheart I need to see you.”

those hands go at it again, his warm knuckles grazing your spine so softly. a large open palm rubbing your back up and down as he pleads for you to turn around so he could see you. normally you would tease him further, ask him why and where he wants you but you’re craving to see him as you ride him till you both find your release.

turning around till your suddenly shy eyes meet his burning blues, your cunt laying on top of his throbbing hard cock. leaning down so you could lay your hands on his chest, back arched as you rock against him. the lewd music of your interlocked bodies sounding off as the rainstorm gets more and more vigorous.

plays nothing but a voice of encouragement as you rasp your fingers against the broadness of his shoulders. hips rotating to find your high, flashes of lightning light your winged eyes and it’s then did Hayden catch it as you locked sight on the camera. misty blue hues behind it giving you the sweetest praises and affirmations as he takes his cock in his hands.

motioning the video camera as well as his free hand to caresses the side of your your face, to feel the plushness of your perfect tits, graze the softness of your belly then rest inbetween your soaked thighs. capture the video angle of him aligning his throbbing cock up so you can sink down on him because he seriously cannot take anymore of your folds brushing up against him.

with that internal plea and those puppy dog eyes you take him in you, mouth parting at the delicious stretch and savoring the loud and shameless groans coming from the dreams house mouth. swallowing his dick whole in your cunt, squeezing around him till he’s crying those starlight tears that normally leave you heartbroken but you just wanna see more.

it’s making your ego rise that you’re making him cry cause your fucking him so good but it leaves him laughing when you’d say that thought aloud. “fuck me baby, fucking use me please. I wanna you to see me break and I want to see you break please.”

a gleaming smile graces your face, white teeth glimmering in the dark room but he just watches you ride his cock for all he’s worth. maneuvering the camera to catch your tits bounce up and down, flexing his bicep while his free hands slaps your right tit. brushing the peak of your nipples with his thumb, causing you to bring your bottom lip home in between your teeth. the thickness of his cock spreading and hitting all the right spaces many men before had failed to reach.

tweaking the nipple some more before slapping the tit and taking his attention towards the other, desperate for the same attention. as much as he was a sucker to let you have all the control he’s growing a major liking to seeing you crumble at just his touch. whining and letting out those peachy sounds that just make his hips piston into your cunt some more. it leaves you crying out.

tears glazing your eyes on how good he feels, how he’s making you feel.

it’s too much for you and you feel yourself reaching for the stars. body already ascending to Venus, the orbit of the planets surrounding you as you feel yourself getting closer and closer bouncing up and down on Hayden’s cock. “i’m gonna come baby, are you gonna come to? you want my cum to cream around your dick? you want that dreamboy?”

“yes! fuckyes! please give it to me baby please!” that’s spoken with another pump of your hips crashing his and that’s when the chain snaps.

seeing the milky coppers of Jupiter’s and all the sparkling rings of Saturn the fire that was burning in the pit of your belly extinguishes when you begin to comprehend the thickness of both your essences coating your interlocked thighs.

it’s a sight Hayden catches with all eyes on the video camera and he swears you never looked any more beautiful then right now as you come done down from your high. never looked any prettier when your walls still squeeze around his now softening cock, he think he might burst but he needs to show you that you guys are meant to be.

the both of you are meant to live indefinitely, infinitely, and immortally together.

maybe this love won’t be understood in the critically acclaimed museum of The Louvre but together in this little universe you both created. where your love is the sun and his is the planets, the stars and the moons that center around. catering for each other how all galaxies operate and maintain for millennia.

you don’t want to admit that he fucked you good enough that you’re seconds away from saying I love you. hating to admit that you’re yearning to speak those words but it seems those words die in your throat as you collapse on top of him. naked chest rubbing against his, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

noticing the video camera is positioned on the side table, the green light is turned off. both his arms free to wrap your body around, hands rubbing up and down your chest as he kisses your temple. trying to slip out of you, worried that you might be uncomfortable you whine for him to stay inside you.

“Hayden?” you whisper against the skin of his neck speckled with lovebites and lipstick stains from the divine assault of your cupid bows. fingers gliding through his honeycomb hair, nails occasionally scratching against his scalp that leaves him purring.

“yes y/n?” he whispers while rasping you impossibly closer to him. those beautiful blues closed, completely blissed out from the showering of your lips pressing a trail from his neck to his cheeks. the craft of your fingers doing their magnetic magic just by playing with his hair.

pulling away from his neck, your fingers glide through his golden traces to sit up, to see him open his eyes to welcome yours. hovering over his face till the breath that escapes your mouth brushes against his, you kiss him. finally tasting your sweet tang you spreader on his lips, holding you face in place you begin to pull away once again.

leaving a sour frown on your dreamboy’s handsome face, wanting to lick your lips to remember the taste of you. a need that needs to be nourished but right now he has to cater to you.

he has to cater to his muse, his universe, his entirety.

“what if they don’t hang us in The Louvre?” you mellow, this whole joke between the two of you about The Louvre has been a simpler way to express the hidden feelings between the two of you.

these series of events were made clear to now confront this portrait of pretty lies and hidden admiration. it seems that you’re just looking for a sense of clarity, of peace to ease your heart because you want Hayden. with all your heart no matter how many nights you tried to compress that feeling down you want him as yours and you to be his.

seems like everything that’s spiraling in your head in inks of nebulas is painted clearly. all he does is pull your face closer to his, presses your lips to his till you find the answer to your own unspoken questions.

“then I guess we’re gonna have to open our own art gallery sweetheart. one where only you and me fill the niche with our art.” he whispers against your mouth, tongue melting with yours until your putty in his arms.

“would you like that for us starlit?” Hayden whispers, a timid and nervous tone in his voice worried that you may reject but it clears when he sees your smile.

that starlight smile you shine that burns and shines brighter than any twinkling stars that dot the now vivid Manhattan skies. just as brave to as you cup his face and smash your lips against his, sweetly as you both seem to recklessly and not withholding your wide smiles.

“I would love that for us,”

it would be later on in the morning that you both wake up together and eat breakfast that you address the video camera. of course you will play the tape later on when you both settle with some popcorn and condoms but let’s just say with your enthusiasm and a talk together about kinks as a newfound couple it would be very soon that you guys make another tape.

this time you’ll both remember to smile for the video camera as you fuck each other’s brains out.

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 ♡ long fluttering lashes bat soothingly at the sight of flowing auburn liquid pouring from your teapots spout into your stuffies porcelain tea cup, the drip drop of the last dip before you raise the pale pink tea kettle up.

 ♡ the sweet smell of cakes rising in the oven flows in a curled aroma throughout the kitchen, catching the hints of rich german chocolate and zesty lemon you smile tenderly as you finish pouring all your stuffies cups of tea.

 ♡ this tea party isn’t common like your other tea parties before, your stuffed animals know this as all their plastic glass eyes dash along the various jam puff pastry and chocolate icing treats that rest on rosy designed plates atop lacy doilies which crowd the table.

 ♡ it certainly isn’t like your other tea parties, there's a sparkling trance in the air that grows stronger wherever your angelic presence takes you and it surely captures all their plastic eyes on the extravagant purple silk that adorns the smooth sweet pea lotion that sparkles off every inch of visible strip of skin.

 ♡ a glittering swarovski tiara rests on the crown of your glossy curls that fall in thick abounding ribbons, shining silver gleams with every shift of your head it correlates well with the powdered sugar like snow that falls softly outside and Andy dusting a layer on hot and ready out of the oven blueberry tarts.

 ♡ the expensive headpiece surely was a sight for sore eyes, it brightened the silver stars in your hues when you were caressing the satin like bath wash that smelt of peonies and strawberries, bathing that early morning to get ready for your special day.

 ♡ taking your special time appreciating every hill, bend, curve and dip of your body as a knock struck the door, “is my birthday princess in here?” Andy’s voice rung, pulling your head up in attention you grinned.

 ♡ “she is daddy!” you replied as your lower half swished in the rose petal water, hearing the bathroom door opened and the pad of Andy’s loafers hit the marble bathroom tiles.

 ♡ rippling contentment raptures and allures your bubble bath soaked figure when his bearing body comes into view while you were focused on rubbing your shoulders with your sugar scrub.

 ♡ taking delight in the peachy zest fragrance as you admired your freshly painted acrylic nails you had your daddy help you apply the other night, unaware of Andy’s glorifying glance as he stands looking down at your charismatic care.

 ♡ a white towel wraps your head keeping your hair in place and a light sheet mask rests on your face, bending down on his knees Andy’s hands grab your body sponge before rubbing the planes of your back covered lightly in bubble suds.

♡ “what do you wanna do first today princess? anything you want and anything you need daddy will give it to you,” Andy spoke, his head snaking in the crook of your neck and before you could speak you broke into a fit of giggles as the sponge in his hand intentionally grazed the sensitive skin of your sides while his lips pressed wet kisses on your neck.

♡ “d-daddy stop!” you broke but your seemingly endless giggles kept getting in the way as Andy continued to smile as he kisses your neck while his other hand dipped into the water to tickle your other side. 

 ♡ receiving the reaction he wanted his fingers stop their tickling torment but not before caressing the bubbly skin of your waist and stomach, you only have sight of his wide shoulders as his head continued to trail kisses down your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin here and there.

 ♡ “go on sweetheart, the tickle monsters gone,” Andy smirk against your skin before lifting his head away from your neck and his arms from the bath tub soapy water, shifting your body around causing the water to splash over the railing you sat in place star struck at your daddy’s attire for the day.

  ♡ as much as it tingled the space between your thighs at the sight of him wearing those tight collared polos that drove you crazy beyond control you grinned up at him as you told him of your plans and ideas but Andy’s surprised to find you don’t wanna go out to get more presents.

 ♡ “I thought you wanted to go out princess, what changed? you love going out and getting more presents,” your daddy spoke, causing your eyes to shift shyly away as you took sudden interest in your shiny nails as they gripped the outline of the tubs rim.  

 ♡ “I know you said that you wouldn’t mind but I just want something between you and me, and- and do you know the tea party i’ve been talking about? the one with my stuffies? with the tea and sweets and cakes, may we please do that today daddy?” voice softly bashful and sweet as can be Andy coos down at you after pecking the tip of your nose. 

 ♡ “absolutely princess, how about we have your tea party after lunchtime. how does that sound?” you nodded your head enthusiastically and Andy chuckled, “perfect, what is the birthday princess going to wear?” and of course he’d say that.  

 ♡ the sole reason you weren’t getting out of the tub was because he had to decide which dress you’d wear but before your daddy knocked the bathroom door you already came to a resolution. 

 ♡ pointing to the dresses that are hung on their individual hangers on the towel closet near the bath tub, “i’m going to wear the pink puff sleeved one for brunch and the purple slip for my tea party,” you spoke, watching as Andy got up to grab a towel from the closet then the hanger bearing the pink dress.

 ♡ the dress wasn’t inherently familiar to Andy nor does he remember buying it for you but he had to admit he has bought you loads of dresses, bags or whatever else that made you so stylish and posh to come to a memory of so.

 ♡ instructing him to get which strap heels and what designer bag from your closest you want to go along with the short puffed sleeve dress as you took the sheet mask off your face and washed the citrus sugar scrub then floral bubble wash from your skin. 

 ♡ from the doorframe your unaware stance doesn’t notice the focused observation as your daddy admired and traced every detail of your bare bodice as your hands rubbed the soap from your neck to the undercurve of your breasts.

 ♡ with no sight of bubble suds on your skin you bend over to retrieve the towel on the near stool Andy set for you but before you could reach it Andy’s strong arms wrap around your bare chest, pulling your soaked back into the solidness of his bare chest.

 ♡ you gasp at the contact while his hands take rough handfuls of your breasts as his fingers roll your nipples, his face sneaking back into the crook of your neck as he bite and sucked, not afraid to leave love bites anywhere his lips graced against.

 ♡ “daddy,” you moaned but it’s quickly hushed as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, his other hand leaving your breast to glide slowly down passed your stomach till it found the slick of your needy cunt that erupted more small sweet noises with every dip his fingertips took at teasing your hole.

 ♡ your head throw back, resting on one of Andy's biceps that steady on the tubs rim the hand doesn’t leave from pinching your nipple or groping your tit as his other doesn’t stop tracing figure eights or rubbing the slicked pearl at the peak of your pussy before thrusting a stretching thick finger into your tight hole.

 ♡ “let daddy take care of you princess,” Andy shushed in your ear as your sweet moans and little sighs captured his when another finger pumped into your hole, your grinding hips rippled the water attempting to find the perfect balance that will help you reach the blinding pleasure and spill your euphoria on his fingers.

 ♡ “daddy please! please daddy!” you whispered hopelessly in his ear, your quivering body desperate for his fingers to break the chain tightening in your belly and before you could whine and beg once more as he takes his fingers out your hole your back suddenly arches when three fingers thrust in and out of your weeping cunt.

 ♡ your arched figure has your head falling back more against his bicep till you neck only rests upon it and Andy takes the opportunity to smash his lips to yours, teeth rough to bite your bottom lip you gasp and moan as his tongue enters your mouth just like his fingertips graze the golden spot at the end of your slicked channel.

 ♡ your going to combust, the erotic cocktail of his hot tongue swirling with yours and his thick fingers thrusting and stretching your honeyed pussy is making you see stars even though you have them closed, your hands rise to frame his face, fingers spread to dig into his toffee brown locks as the other relishes the scratch of his beard.

 ♡ its again that he hits the sweet spot his curled fingers graze against that has you whimpering in contrast to his relentless passionate kiss while you rest at the mercy of him and his thick fingers, “daddy p-please, I need to come! please let me come, daddy!” you're able to beg as he lets go of your lips from his.

 ♡ “why should I let you come princess? give me one good reason,” his low voice rumbled as his smirk plasters against the skin behind your ear, making you shiver Andy’s enjoying pushing you passed your limits as well as savoring the immature pout while your forbidden honey slowly coats his knuckles deliciously.

 ♡ “b-because it’s my birthday daddy. i-i’m the birthday princess, your birthday princess,” you whisper as a tear drips off your curls under lashes to your cheek, his chest fills again with an awakening desire to have you crumbling and moaning underneath him. 

 ♡ possessing your lips again you gasp in pleasure when his fingers pump impossibly more continuous as you tug the handfuls of his toffee brown hair in your grip, achieving to pull rough growls from him and to your own satisfaction him scissoring you open while his other fingers your other tit.

 ♡ however we can only have so much of something before we’re washed up on the tide of ecstasy and Andy knows how much the big wave is going to wash over you as your thighs tremble and your moans turn into needy whimpers of barely audible daddys and pleases that do nothing but increase the speed of his fingers and harden his cock.

 ♡ “come on my fingers princess, come for daddy sweet girl,” your grip on his hair tightens as you feel his fingers pull your orgasm closer and closer to the edge, you pull his head away from your neck to just smash your lips against his into a bruising kiss nothing more than teeth, tongue and hot breath.

 ♡ and as Andy guessed the thrashing wave washed over your body as his relentless fingers continuously hit the g spot that had you screaming his name when you came on his fingers, your arched position slipping a bit your daddy’s quick to take care of you.

 ♡ pulling the plug of the tub and rinsing your body again from sweat, Andy washed your sore core with warm water and a hand towel before wrapping your body covered in dew drops and carrying you out of the tub and into your room to dress you.

 ♡ settling you done on the plushy comforter of your shared bed with a quick peck to your lips before he can turn around and grab your body lotion from your vanity, your gripping grasp at his wrist stops him in place.

 ♡ “what wrong princess?” he says but your eyes don’t reach his blue ones, his heart stammers and paces wondering if he did something wrong, bending his knees till he’s face to face with you.

 ♡ “did daddy hurt you when he was trying to make you feel good princess? what’s wrong sweet girl, can you please tell me,” Andy speaks as his hand cups your chin to gently turn your face to meet his bit your eyes look down shyly. 

 ♡ “can I have a bubble bath tonight daddy?” your whispered as your fingers grip the belt loops of Andy’s trousers, his sly smirk not getting too big too tease his little one but still pronounced.

 ♡ “of course dove,” his low voice broke, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your shoulder, your neck then you jaw then finishing on your lips.

 ♡ “with you?” picking his head up from the sweet and floral scent of your shoulder his eyes cascade into yours as your faces are centimeters apart.

 ♡ stricken by the twinkle in your hues and the bountiful soft of your lips your soaked hands creep up his wrists, hitting all the right spots that inspire another pleasurable session to take place between your legs.

 ♡ thick fingers stroke your overstimulated folds, shuddering from the contact you don’t dare dart your eyes away from his gentle ones, “as you wish princess,” 

 ♡ at this time it’s a quarter after lunch, much later than both your enchanted session of touches and kisses you have a small porcelain jar in your hands, the lid set aside you stare down at the perfectly cubed sugar lumps.

 ♡ “how much sugar lumps would you like with your tea mrs. genevieve?” your gleaming glossy lipped smile radiates across the table to your plushed white bunny rabbit who sits atop a stack of books you stole from Andy’s office in order to reach above the table top. 

 ♡ the bunny plushie dressed in her daisy blue sundress, matching sun hat and finishing her outfit with a shiny sapphire bow comfortably around her neck sits next to your other stuffies dressed handsomely and eloquently for the special occasion.

 ♡ they sip from the steaming cups of honeyed herbal tea your daddy prepared specially for them while nibbling on sweets of custard eclairs and fluffy macaroons, heart squeezing in contentment.

 ♡ “four sugar lumps? that’s far too much sugar mrs. genevieve! I am giving you only two! you’ve already had ten cookies! same goes for your husband- yes bartolommeo I am speaking of you-!” 

 ♡ the playfully sternness that possess the softness of your voice makes Andy widely smile to himself as he takes the numerous pans of rising cakes out of the double oven.

 ♡ the older man goofily grins to himself, of course he knows you are imitating him, down to his tone to the scrunch of his brows he would usually have to put you in your place and remind you of your manners but he doesn’t, seemingly enjoying this. 

 ♡ letting you continue to let you discipline the stuffies on their sugar intake while your extended arm swindles a chocolate chip cookie or two in your sneaky grasp from the untouched plate at the other side of the counter.

 ♡ Andy let’s the action slip, it’s your birthday! you’re the birthday girl and the birthday girl can treat herself to as much sweets, gifts, and attention her heart desires.

 ♡ tchaikovsky orchestrated symphony of the nutcracker plays on the amazon echo, every single one of your favorite details you planned for this tea party he partakes in joyously while listening in on his little one playing the perfect hostess.

 ♡ settling the hot pans on the kitchen island, not far away from the table you’re treating all your dressed stuffies to Andy slips off the oven mitts and sets a timer for the cakes to cool down.

 ♡ prepping your favorite fruits to be sliced, jars of frosting and icing to be whipped, melting chocolate to be spread and chopped nuts to be sprinkled Andy seems to know what direction he has for each and every cake. 

 ♡ it was indeed a major saving grace he had a few years of experience in the baking category ever since he started to date you, you were demanding and very high maintenance cause you only wanted the best cause you deserved the best.

 ♡ that’s one of the many things Andy adored about you besides the fact his little princess loves sweets, baked sweets to be more specific and technical.

 ♡  at the very start of their relationship he became accustomed to whisking eggs, sugar, and butter, sifting flour and dry ingredients without making a mess as well as becoming patient for not only your brattiness but the sweets in the oven to.

 ♡ baking was now a favorable hobby of his now and he loved baking, whether or not you watched and helped him with cracking an egg or two or by himself as you attended your big girl responsibilities. 

 ♡ although on this day he devoted himself to not let you raise a single finger, on this day you were truly a princess more than you were any other day and your daddy enjoyed looking over to you.

 ♡ adoring your sweet giggles and honey voice as you remarked back at what your stuffie said as you refilled their cups and snacked on the prepared sweets he completed.

 ♡ “are you enjoying your tea ms. dolores? how about you mr. alfred? I know you two prefer peppermint than sage and chamomile but I had daddy add just enough honey for your liking,” 

 ♡ dazzling eyes flash to the mint green piggie in her flowy gingham skirt and white blouse then the indigo whale in his top hat, of course only you could hear their kind affirmations of agreement.

 ♡ “stupendous! i’ll be enjoying my coffee- no ms. darla you cannot have any coffee! you are too little! the only one who can have coffee is mr. humbert,” 

 ♡ your eyes dashed from the kitten stuffie to the teddy bear with spectacles on his nose and a buttoned up tweed jacket covering his arms and chest, “he has reached the proper age to drink coffee, you all have to wait,” your retort makes Andy’s brow arch in amusement.

 ♡ “and what is the proper age for a stuffie to start drinking coffee?” Andy broke as he bite of a slice of apricot; the tangy citrus nectar coating his tongue he continues cutting the colorful fruits on the platter waiting for your answer.

 ♡ “sixty two,” your answer quick and analyzed, Andy chuckles thankful he isn’t a stuffie who must obey the critical coming-of-age caffeine consumption law.

 ♡ “that’s very old princess, or should I say congresswoman? have you poured elder humbert his coffee?” andy spoke while recounting the cookies on the plate to know how much you’ve already eaten, you haven’t eaten a large portion of the forty cookies but he’s coming more concerned of your caffeine intake as you blurt out a loud reckless giggle.

 ♡ “i've refilled mr. humberts cup four times now! I think he really likes the oat milk,” you grinned up at your daddy as you drank from your porcelain cup, your sparkling eyes never leaving his as Andy playfully squinted at you deviously.

 ♡ “he does now? and exactly how many tea cups of coffee did my little coffee bean drink?” he spoke in his authority tone, placing the batter spatula down as he relished in your childish smirk.

 ♡ “they’re tiny tea cups daddy. why don’t you guess.” your glossy lipped smirk was as tempting and teasing as your purred voice, the purple silk dress made your smooth skin glowy just like the lavish fabric. 

 ♡ Andy couldn’t help but take little peaks here and there as you bend over the table to refill a clinking cup of tea for your stuffies, his longing stare as the hem of the tiny silk dress rose up to your high thighs, inching to catch a glimpse of whatever panties you have on.

 ♡ however with this erotic tension laced interrogation it seems to be losing its stern touch that usually melts you into a puddle of obedience as Andy admires your glowing face then pursue to have get an answer, you can be so distracting when it comes to dishing out punishments.

 ♡ but who wouldn’t be inattentive from the task at hand when the shimmery highlight of your plump cleavage and glittery cheekbones capture the apple of his eyes, as much as your smirk widened as you received all the attention filled glances that fuel the seductive that drips from your lips as the purple silk strap of your dress falls off your shoulder.

 ♡ “well?” your voice broke the silence but before Andy could open his mouth the timer for the cakes went off, you smirked to yourself as you took another sip of your sweetened coffee, saturated with a bit too much oat milk and sugar lumps you shifted to meet your eyes back to your stuffies.

  ♡ “I apologize if I am being a rude hostess but I hope you all have kept this special event going between yourselves. I was busy with daddy talking about some stupid stuff,” you didn’t dare lower or mutter the last bits but vocal them, smirk deviously to yourself as you felt your daddy’s glance at the back of your head.

 ♡ it did nothing but spread the disobedience you craved and the lingering wetness dripping from your cunt, although you played an untouchable poker face as you heard whatever utensil that was in his hand settle down as his footsteps come nearer and nearer.

 ♡ walking around the counter of his baking station to you sitting crossed leg in your cushioned chair making conversation with ms. darla complimenting her pine green and white striped sailors outfit as if you weren’t the one who dressed her.

 ♡ “oh hi daddy!” you beamed, pretending to not see the stern glare in his blue hues or remember misbehaving the minute before but you couldn’t help but deliciously eye the thick muscle of his arms that are crossed over his wide chest.

 ♡ “do you need something daddy?” you stood up on your knees to attempt to come to eye level with the man but you’ve only come face to face with his chest, causing you to tilt your head up for Ari to meet your astral irises laced in faux innocence.

 ♡ Andy’s defeated sigh before bending down to come eye level to you, “princess, listen to me please,” he spoke and your eyes sparked up in attention, loving the sudden embrace of his large hands wrapped yours, making them all warm and toasty as well as making you feel so small. 

 ♡ “I know you really wanted to have this tea party for a long time now, daddy loves making sweets for you and your stuffies but daddy doesn’t want to punish you for any bad behavior. daddy doesn’t want his special angel to cry on her birthday and he doesn’t want you cooped up in a corner at this tea party because you’re doing such a good job playing hostess! can you be my good girl and behave for daddy? can you do that for me princess?” 

 ♡ Andy’s soft voice and soft caress of your hands and cheeks are like magic, as if with each stroke of his thumb against your chin that swiped your glossy lips planted bundles of rose buds in the pit of your belly, growing rapidly within the minute.

 ♡ “yes daddy I can be your good girl! the bestest good girl!” your enthusiasm made him grin, a ray of sunshine clearing the cloudy thoughts of introducing a punishment out of his head.  

 ♡ “i’ll hold you up to those words princess but you’re doing so good now. play nicely with your stuffies while daddy works on decorating your cakes. can you do that for me to princess?”

 ♡ you nodded your head with a content smile, “words please princess,” Andy reminded you.

 ♡ “yes daddy I can do that,” he smiled to himself as you brought your attention back to your stuffies but before he can walk back to his prep station a tug of his trousers pulls him in place looking back down at you to spark in concern when your eyes gloss with neediness.

 ♡ “what do you need princess?” he spoke, hands rising to stroke and pet your hair only but grab that same hand and pull him towards you, murmuring what he assumes to be what you want under your breath. “uh-uh, speak up princess,” 

 ♡ “you didn’t play with me today daddy! can you please play with me for just a few minutes before going back to the cakies?” your pout was like a punch in his gut, a bullet ricocheting through his rib cage, his very kryptonite but he should now these few minutes of daddy little playtime will turn into hours upon hours with you on his lap unaware or purposely ignoring his hard on.

 ♡ “okay princess, but just five minutes! I have two more cakes in the oven and dozen others to decorate for you,” he softly smiled but you smiled so brightly as you picked you off the chair and into his arms before sitting down on the chair himself and settling you on his lap comfortably.

 ♡ “would you like me to refill your cup mr. humbert?” your voice chipped, Andy’s glance falls on the old stuffed bear seemingly passed out on the table cloth, its short snout resting in the toppled over porcelain cup.

 ♡ “I think mr. humbert had a bit to much coffee for today,” Andy spoke but you shook your head as you refilled ms. dolores tea cup, adding her desired sugar lumps after biting into a slice of cake, chocolate and whip cream staining the corners of your lips.

 ♡ “mr. humbert falls asleep all the time, it’s normal. see he’ll wake up right now- mr. humbert wake up!!!” you shouted but the stuffed bear didn’t bulge, “I think mr. humbert had too much coffee daddy,” speaking as if you found that conclusion.

 ♡ Andy chuckles at you, petting your hair and tracing your shiny locks with his fingers while you spoke to mrs. humbert, your body reaching over the crowded table top to reach a plate of macaroons at that opposite side, the sight clouding Andy’s mind of the many other things he’s suppose to do.

 ♡ the helm of your purple slip dress rises past your thighs and as much as Andy wants to grope your ass he doesn’t want to interrupt your conversation or humiliate you in front of your stuffed animals.

♡ yes you had a special rule when it came to touching you inappropriately around your stuffies.

 ♡ however the sight of the lavender silk covering your ass seemed to wrap the plumpness of it perfectly enough that it was impossible to not lift up the thin curtain to run his open palmed hands over your globes, take harsh handfuls and watching the skin of your cheeks bounce with each spank.

 ♡ but he kept your rule in mind but it was becoming more difficult with you wiggling it practically inches away from his face or when you sat back down on his lap and continued to shift and ‘accidently’ grind on his stirring cock.

 ♡ your ass in the sultry silk dress purposefully or accidently shuffling against his tensed loins felt like burning heaven until he came to a sudden flaming question whether or not your wearing anything under under the lavender. 

 ♡  immediately upon that lingering thought filling all his action mechanisms his curious hands creep through the slit of your provocative slip, a slight stickiness  is welcomed against his thick fingers as the sinful honey runs down your thighs and as his fingers keep wandering, your wet pussy.

 ♡ Andy’s cock is hard now, bulging in his expansive trousers that keeps getting teased the plumpness of your ass inches away from his watering mouth, you surely wouldn’t find a retaliation to give him as his fingers creep up to meet your folds. 

 ♡ his wandering hand is under the table, no where near eye level for the glass beady black eyes of your stuffed animals to see but they can however question your flustered stuttering state as his taunting thumb traces figure eights with your slick.

 ♡ “daddy-” you hush but it’s interrupted with a quick slap to your bum, Andy’s smirk widening at the sight of it jiggling along with the fabric, he can’t help but take his thumb covered in your pleasure and take it in his mouth.

 ♡ moaning at the delicious taste of you before grabbing your ass again in rough handfuls, making finger like indents that could possibly bruise your skin you bite your lip in anticipation for another spank until Andy’s large hand hovers over the curves of your hips till he grips your waist.  

 ♡ “keep playing sugarplum, pretend daddy isn’t here playing with your princess parts,” finishing the husky whisper in your ear with a kiss to your cheek, whimpering slightly as one of his hands glide back to the slit of your dress and playful fingers slowly rub your slicked pearl.

 ♡ you don’t argue as you continue to play hostess with your stuffies while trying to survive your daddy’s teasing fingers, attempting to not let a single sound escape your lips or a stutter in your words, hoping your daddy will keep his promise and only play with you for five minutes before going back to the cakies. 

 ♡ yet as you think that unfortunate thought Andy’s finding pleasure of his own, maybe he won’t just play with you for five minutes since he’s infatuated with the cake in front of him. 

 ♡ the older man knows you’ve been wanting him to put you in your place the moment you started acting cocky and who is he to not give it to you?

 ♡ the birthday girl always gets what she wants

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you never knew how to handle jealously well, at all.

you either swallowed the gruesome feeling down with sippy cups of strawberry milk or ignored the center of the jealousy altogether.

that being the woman infatuated by your daddy.

although Ari knew exactly what you were doing, why and when you would get in this mood ‘cause it all started when you and him came home from the mall. the car ride being dead silent with the stuffie Ari’s friend got you from the machine since neither him or you could get it. the smile of the woman’s face still sticks in your head as you hold the teddy close to you now.

you know you couldn’t get away with ignoring him. not talking to him and giving off the silent treatment when him and you didn’t even spark anything to get upset over. silently entered the house and did your night routine and shook your head when he asked what you wanted for dinner. he just reasoned that you were tired and wanted to go to bed but what really got him was that you turned him down to tuck you in. and that you were taking your pillow and blankets to your separate room, abandoning the stuffie that you wanted on your shared bed.

Ari knew right then and there something was up with you. after confronting you on what you were doing you just grumbled something under your breath and slide past him and the stuffie in his hands. making your bed to go to sleep while ignoring his glare but Ari truly didn’t know what he did to upset you. so in order for him to find out he had to trace back to the events that happened earlier, and connect that with your current behavior that he always pin points with each facial expression and body gesture.

you were ignoring the stuffie in his arms and it hits him hard and clear that you were jealous after he talked to one of his friend at the sex toys shop. how your eyes fired with the same spark you get when you’re jealous, and the fire just emerged when he confronted you about it. why his princess was jealous was a mystery but he thought it was cute at first until you kept pushing him out.

now the sweet and soft pinkness of your separate bedroom that was once filled with the hurricane of your tantrum and Ari’s snaps is now something different. series of airy gasps, deep moans and gravely grunts adorn with the sounds of bodies and hips clashing against one another. the occasional spine shivering growl and bashful mewl being heard after one another as you pull your daddy’s shoulder length hair while he digs his thick fingers in the peach flesh of your ass.

the stuffie you didn’t want anymore in your arms as you hold it close to you as Ari thrusts his cock in and out of your puffy and needy pussy. gasping when his lips brush against your nipples and teeth tug on the peak and tender flesh.

“who’s my princess? who’s my fucking princess? say it! who’s daddy’s princess?” Ari growled in your ear, pulling the flesh as he rammed his cock in and out do your cunt.

maybe we should go back to the events that started it all...

waiting in place at the near end of the glowing red exist in the local mall is where you stinky your feet in sheer impatience.

the very start of the growing tantrum, lies within a visit to the local mall. where you and your daddy decided spending your afternoon shopping in. it was suppose to be a quick shopping event, he’d get whatever he needed and he’d spoil you while doing so. but now he left you here to occupy yourself for just a bit so he could get you your surprise.

the very mention of a surprise didn’t spark any back talk or whines, you enjoyed the surprise gifts daddy gave you. especially when they were gifts based on very good behavior, which you have ensued this week. your head starts to wonder what must be taking your daddy so long, too long for your liking.

today was perfect. Ari allowed you to buy as many holiday oriented candles and sweet body lotions from your favorite shops even though the place made his headache with the numerous smells. allowed you to buy one too many sweaters and skirts that would fit in your closet that’s already filled with clothes you don’t wear as often. and allowed you to ride the shell carriage on the carousel with a friend you just so happened to run into after watching a movie at the theater you and him both were excited for.

however when it was time to go, ari suddenly had some secret things to do in some shop that he wouldn’t tell you about because it was a “surprise for tonight”.

it annoyed you why he was keeping this surprise a secret and why you couldn’t go with him but he gave you all the quarters the change machine exchange to his twenty dollar bill. permitting you spend as much on the vending machines displaying candy, cards with sticker packets, little toys, and stuffies. just as long as you don’t wander off, take your cloth mask off, and call him if you needed anything.

a pistachio green sheer bag that once held peppermint candy canes is replaced with the shiny quarters. growing less and less every minute as you continue to spend, spend, and spend. snow powdering over the light twinkling city, the bag swaying with your swinging arm moves up and down in boredom as you suck on the cherry ring pop sporting your index finger.

although you walk and try to occupy yourself with doing something else that wouldn’t lead you in trouble. even though you wanted to look for trouble, you were desperate for it. your daddy was taking centuries on whatever stupid thing he was busy with.

the candy machines weren’t captivating your attention anymore, so as you walked away from them you passed each and every vending machine hoarding stuffies none caught your eyes. I mean is there any stuffie you don’t have? the huge pile in your playroom can explain it all, all having their own little names and special clothes. which is why you aren’t amused or entertained as you walk by the stuffie machines.

you had that stuffie, you had a stuffie similar to that one, you liked that stuffies outfit but not the stuffie itself.

your thoughts roared walking and unimpressed stance was beginning to give up and start looking for your daddy yourself until your eyes locked on not one but a whole flock of pink furred plushies. hearts for blushing cheeks and eyes, and the fuzzy pink hat tied with a bow around the bunny buns neck.

just like that you’re heart was pounding and tiny cupid bows were generating over your head, you needed to have one.

at the ends of the earth, no matter what war you had to start and finish you had to have one. so that’s what you worked to for in the last twenty minutes, unfortunately your attempts for getting just one was challenging. normally you were an expert at getting stuffies from vending machines, you were an absolute pro and when you had one stuffie you gave to all the children who wanted as well. now you were running out of quarters, tears threatening to spill from your eyes when the quarter you rubbed lucky failed.

was it just a bad day for you and stuffies or was it the machine having a grudge on you?

whatever it was you were seconds away from crying your heart out when the plushie slipped from the mechanical claws, plopping against the others. a sniff broke from you and with that a large warm hand touches your shoulder.

“princess what’s wrong?” your daddy spoke, gently maneuvering your body to meet his while his hand cups your chin up to meet his glance.

thin river of tears fled from your fluttering eyes and your trembling lips in a sour pout, you glare at the vending machine. “stuffies,” your meek voice broke. your finger displaying the cherry ring pop pointing at the pink and white stuffies through the clear glass.

Ari caressed your cheek as he stared down at the bag that was once filled with quarters only having just one fill the empty space. “didn’t get much luck did you, princess?” he spoke, shaking your head in response.

“help me daddy?” you perked up, your hand digging in your bag and grabbing the single quarter to give to the large man above you.

Ari smiles, “daddy will try baby, okay? i’ll try my best,” he took the coin and plopped it in the slot.

the vending machine coming alive with its music box like music, Ari gripped the joy stick as if his life depended on it. with the pressure of getting you your stuffie on his back, your eyes don’t leave the stuffie in the clutch of the claws moving from the opposite side of the machine to the huge slot.

not breathing a bit Ari’s heart plummets when the stuffie slips from the claws grasps and plops down on the rest of the bunny stuffies. of course, when you don’t get what you want, you feel yourself getting close to tears and Ari witnesses your bottom lip trembling.

the tears dripping down from your lashes, bottom lip trembling in such a way it would make the stars dim and flowers droop.

Ari is quick to wipe them away as he tenderly reassures you that he’ll get you one of those stuffed animals. responding, you just pout and shake your head, losing all interest in them at this point. all you want to do is go home and forget stuffies, they seem to hate you today. opening your mouth to respond, it isn’t your words that leave but a distant one yelling your daddy’s name.

“Ari! you forget you’re receipt!” turning your head, you notice a women making her way towards you and Ari. a sheet in her hands and a bag in the other, she’s fast to get to you and smile to the tall man. “I can’t have you forgetting your receipt. it’s against store policy.”

“right but I doubt i’ll be returning these soon but thanks Jess,” Ari smiles, gesturing down to the bags in his hands but accepts the receipt. both him and the women laughing for a bit, your eyes look over the two in confusion.

who is she?

your thoughts roared but they only increase when she looks down on you. “oh you must be y/n! Ari told me so much about you! you are absolutely adorable,” the women grins widely as she compliments your attire and hair for the day.

however you don’t do anything but hide behind the muscle mass that is your daddy’s back. “c’mon princess, what do we say when someone compliments us?” you just frown and stuff your face in the thick sweater material that covers his upper body.

“it’s alright, remember to call me later tonight okay? I wanna know how it turns out when you tell her the news.”

those words echoed in your head on the car ride home, the stuffie you didn’t want anymore in your lap. it just reminded you of that other women, how she was more sophisticated than you and how she was soo much more mature. she was everything your daddy would love and more.

the feeling made your shoulders turn an uncomfortable cold but now as you’re underneath the bulk that is your daddy. those thoughts are melting away like soft icecream under the summer sun.

Ari ripping your pink silk pajamas off you until there only lied your tender white cotton panties and bra. those undergarments are also scraps on the floor now as the burn of his thick beard scratch against your neck as he marked it.

marking you up as his property, to remind you that you were his as his cock teased your glossy folds. so drenched, the slick ambrosial sticks to his loins and your thighs but he doesn’t mind. ‘cause as your fingers dig into the skin of his back, scratching it up in beautiful crescent moons as your lips claim his hot panting mouth.

cherry red tongue swirling with yours, he growls and holds your body close in the mass of his arms. swallowing your little whimpers and moans as the tip of his cock dips into your slicked hole. deliciously stretching you open, your legs shake as you grip onto the flesh of his biceps in whatever means to keep you from running away from the pain that comes and goes with a blow of a candle.

you’re nothing but a whimpering mess when he fits his whole length in your cunt. tears dripping down your cheeks at how good the burn feels, how his thick and veiny member rubs against all the right spots. making you feel so tiny and obligated at his will as he begins his hesitant thrusts.

“such a small pussy. so fucking tight. so fucking wet. mhmm, all fucking mine,” Ari chokes a grunt, sweats glistening off his forehead as hair stick to it. the comment makes your heart flutter and has your cunt clench around him he hisses.

“daddy!” you cry out, his cock swallowing you up, the sensation was setting fire to every nerve and atom in your body. wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands grip at your ass and hips to keep you steady.

“good job princess. taking all of daddy’s cock, such a good girl. my good girl,” Ari’s husky words dawn in your ears, but you’re still adjusting to the length and thickness of him.

“daddy your cock is soo big! d-daddy-” a whimper and two follows afterwards but Ari simply cooes at you and kisses your lips.

“yes babydoll daddy’s so big but you gotta take all of my cock, okay? daddy’s going gentle and slow for you now but daddy’s gonna have to go rougher, okay? your cunny still isn’t used to me yet,”

if it was possible, your meek whimpers in response make his cock harden even more. lifting your hands up, you cup his bearer cheeks as his thumb wipes away your tears. “my princess. all mine,” your eyes gloss in this truth and it was that answer that had Ari pumping into your channel.

moaning at the searing feeling of your pussy wrapping his throbbing cock nicely and tightly. your warm velvety walls that drip in their honey coat his cock and balls that slap against your cunt. making him curse to himself that he should have stretched you out on his fingers before sliding his cock in.

although the reminder that this tight cunt is all his makes him thrust again. watching you crumble beneath him in a wreckage of open mouthed mewls and squeals of daddy more! daddy harder! it makes Ari’s smirk widen, his princess nothing but a puddle of arousal as it stick to both their sweat and interlocked bodies.

why you were jealous of his colleague who had a little of her own makes him want to teach you a lesson to never think or feel such a thing. you were his and he was yours. no one could have you, no one could have his princess.

his. his. his.

all for him.

only for him.

“who’s my princess? look at me,” that demand has your closely shit eyes glittering to life. soft butterfly lashes touching his cheekbone has his hearts skipping beats.

opening your mouth, he doesn’t let you respond as he clashes his mouth to yours. wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers curl with the curls that fall gracefully behind his ears. heaven is a place on earth when their bodies are on fire. when Ari Levinson can’t seem to get tired of the taste of his princesses mouth and her sweet honeypot cunt.

pulling away, he can see the golden gleam of the heavens radiate in your glassy hues. it just makes him want to cherish the string of divinity as he kisses you harder, your hands cup his face closer. so close that his hair curtains both your heated faces fighting to figure out whether or not to pull away for breath as his thrusts become sharper.

taking your hand in his grasp, he guides it to the slicked hole where you and Ari connect. the hard length of his cock colliding with the puffy and glossy mess that is your cunt. “we fit like a lock and key princess. I was made for you and you were made for me. don’t you think so?” your daddy’s words buttered your mouth, feeling sweet as whip cream and warm as sunshine against your lips.

it only makes you pull his hair tighter and cup his balls that haven’t been receiving the same attention from your cunt besides the drip of your honey. heart sparking as his thrusts deepen, hitting the spongy and golden peak that made your head foggy in pleasure and vision blur. “yes-yes daddy!” you whimper and moan at the same time as he slams into you again, your body not caving in or shaking no more from the unbearable pleasure but inviting it just like his tongue.

“then answer me this. who’s my princess? who’s my fucking princess?” the question makes you pull your tongue away from his as you bite your bottom lip but he just moves on to suck the skin of your neck. marking up any skin that his lips haven’t graced but the questions still hangs in the air as his hands spank your thigh.

thick fingers play with your nub before rubbing your folds as he slips in and out. enjoying the way you throw your head back against the feather pillows knowing he has the key to your unraveling peak. “answer me. who’s my princess? who’s my princess? answer me! daddy’s only princess?” Ari growled in your ear, pulling the flesh as he rammed his cock in and out do your cunt mercilessly.

it makes your nails dig into his bulging biceps and nails veiled against the muscle of his wide back. “me! i’m your princess! i’m your princess daddy! me!” those words encourage his sharp thrusts that are now growing sloppy.

“that’s fucking right. my princess, all mine.” the big man above you spits and you moan as a single big hand takes your small wrists. pulling them above your head as his thrusts get deeper and deeper, his animalistic grunts and moans echoing off the pink walls.

sweat dripping from your hairlines, Ari hooks your thighs in his grasp as his thrusts become more coordinated with the different position. making you grown and whimper as he hits your golden spot once, twice, thrice. “d-daddy! daddy please make me cum! please!” you stutter a cry, tears falling like angels from the starry skies, you’re completely ruined at his mercy.

the tears in your eyes and the tremble in your lip making his mind settle for a mission and one mission only. to make his princess cum on his cock, his princess before anything else.

“cum princess. make a mess on daddy’s dick.” and with a rub of his thumb against your button as his cock hit the spongy fueling of your cunt that you cream everything you have around him. residue leaking out as it coats his cock but he doesn’t stop his thrusts. “that’s right, such a good princess. so fucking good for me. milk daddy’s cock, you’re doing perfect princess,”

Ari rumbles into your ear and you tremble as the waves of your orgasm pass and the sore stinginess of his cock spearing your pussy. it hurts so bad but you crave his white ropes of cum filling your puffy cunt more, so much more your clenching around him. “cum in me daddy! please cum! fill me up please!”

warm beefy arms wrapped around his precious little princess, holding your body close to him as he nestle his forehead against yours. moans and growls are like heavenly music to your ears and your words of encouragement and praise leaves a grunt escaping from his open lips as he thrusts his hips against yours in a feverish heat. his grunts hitting your eardrum and your gasps following, Ari pumps his cock one last time before feeling the hot wetness of his seed paint your walls.

i’m gonna leave it here for now. might edit later on because I think the timelines confusing but this wasn’t suppose to be this long lol. somehow when transferring this from my doc I managed to delete the smut part of this and I had to rewrite it cause my computer crashed and didn’t save anything recently written. i’m not entirely happy with the rewrite but it’s okay ig. anyways I hope you all enjoyed reading.

tagging those who commented down on my post || @babyyhoneyydarling . @nakedrogers . @rhubarb-barnes . @honeychicana .

for you are butterscotch benevolence that he will let pool like ambrosial nectar in the cavernous hollows of his collarbones. your tears of seventh heaven euphoria trickling onto his skin forming constellations- like the paint speckles on the forlonged artists canvas of his naked soul.

you are honey sunlight oozing from the basin of the candy floss sky, lacing with the shedding petals that continue to powder in their divine scent and morality. his fine pink sheets soft and silky as the rose petals of Heliogabalus, he’d sigh in heavenly pleasure to be buried alive in petals if she was drunk of the love he has for her.

he sees her playing, singing, dancing and bringing her virtuous spring song deep within the glossy shine of her honey hive eyes. love seeping in the melancholy streams leaking through the old creeky floorboards of his home and straight into the chambers of his heart.

so promising yet so grandeur as he feels his chest warm with her very touch, the ivory bow encased in the virtuous flowers of her emblem garden in his hands- he’d think that he was Cupid but oh how he’s been struck by his own arrow in great surprise. straight into the once extravagant chamber of his heart.

the spiraling golden arrow destined to pierce and rip through the tender muscle of breast to the beating vessel that writes a tragic tale of eternal ravishment in the movements of lyrical beats. muttering with languor-glazed lips, he’d keep her love like a an old locket against his chest for it’s what reminds him of home whenever he feels the cold element on his skin.

there are pieces of you scattered in the wonderous arteries of his heart.

nestled in the folds of the beating muscle, take heed.

for that is his home.

y/n is his perennial feelings left unsaid, exquisite pain yet ethereal serenity. his soft bed of roses and his deadly golden arrow, all meant to give his heart hope.

that he was- however it seems the bed of roses and all the lovely elements it holds have come to a staggering pause.

now as the sun hits the past super soldiers eyelids that dream of flower petals and the heavenly vision of you disappear. they flutter open to meet the single stream of sunlight that has slipped past the slit of the sheer bedroom curtains. brightening up the somewhat clustered space of the room with its single golden string.

Bucky sighs in defeat, this is the fifth dream he’s had of you in a month and he was barely pushing past the second week of May. before he didn’t mind the dreams, they calmed his mind while he layed in slumber during the thunderstorms of April but now they were resilient. it wasn’t no regular thing to dream about the women across the boulevard in the haven of flower fields and maple trees.

Bucky knew this but he couldn’t help but not treat these dreams sweetly. they were the definition of sweet torture, you never hurt him in those dreams as he did to himself but it was a pain to know that you probably don’t think of him the same way. for goodness sake ever since he and Alpine moved the only interactions he had with the maiden were just acknowledgments as they passed each other on their daily errands.

he shouldn't be this infatuated with someone who he's only met.

the soft hum of a purr finally awakens Bucky, his cats paw brushing against the half covered skin of his fleshed bicep. it takes a pat or two to make Bucky open his eyes to find Alpines blue hues staring back at his and he gives his furry friend a crooked smile. a chorus of meows welcoming him to another sunny morning in the peaceful and harmonious countryside.

“morning pal, ya slept well?” Bucky smiles as he lazily lifts his hand to scratch the right spot behind Alpines ear.

stretching out of bed till his feet touch the cool wood flooring, following the simple path from the bedroom to the kitchen he pours Alpine his dish of cream and gets started on his own breakfast. whisking hen eggs his neighbors from afar gifted him the day before and toasting the freshly baked loaves of bread he bought specially from the market yesterday.

Bucky normally didn’t take any gifts from anyone, he wasn’t that type of person to feel comfortable with those sort of things but as the days gone by the cheerfulness of the communities welcoming energy towards him has soften his doubt.

eating his simple breakfast paired with coffee, Bucky bites into his buttery egg toast whilst quickly scribbling down his to-do list for the day. of course there isn’t any tasks that the hundred and ten year old man has to get done but there were things that Bucky did look forward to ever since he settled in a month ago. the country was a lovely peacefulness he had forgotten about ever since he was a boy.

traveling to his grandparents farm away from the city for memorable childhood summers in the sun and fields. turning his head to meet the white linen sheets that draped over the kitchen panels, Bucky can see the herd of brown and black spotted cows from the distance. tapping the pencil against the shiny polish of the kitchen table he bites his lip on what else to add on.

his head lifts up to see through the other window that casts its lovely light against his paper. blue eyes meeting the toffee cobblestone path that led to her cottage, hidden amongst the shrubbery of acorn trees and flower budded bushes. hearing from lots of locals in the cobblestone village near the sparkling sea that she owns a little orchard of peach and cherry trees, a few strawberry patches amongst the vegetation.

it made sense why he sometimes finds a large wooden basket of those ruby fruits at his doorstep from time to time. a card inviting him over for some tea that he would agree to yet he would always call you the next day a stuttering mess canceling it over some important errands. nonetheless it made Bucky's heart swell how understanding you were, sweet just like the ripe fruits you pluck for him on Sundays.

Bucky would make copplers and sometimes pies out of them and if he wasn't so scared of the possibility of being too attracted to you he'd head over to your place so he and him would eat them in your gazebo. but of course he can't do everything his heart implores him to do. was it bad to want to get to know you and imagine what it would be like to befriend you?

maybe do lots more than just befriend you...

sometimes he would find a glimpse of your form in the distance as he headed for the lake neat the lavender fields up north to fish something for dinner. humming while you cared for your flowers, singing to them as you danced along the vintage radio. Bucky could see himself singing and dancing alongside you. caring for your precious tulips, primroses and other beautiful flowers that you sold.

those pretty flowers sweet and divine just as her lips and voice when the two first met, when he arrived in the too expensive car that stood out amongst the scenery. arms occupied with bouquets upon bouquets of trimmed flowers that practically shielded her face, his body ran straight into yours when he got out of his car. flower petals falling with the impact and him apologizing one thing led to another and he helped her with her bouquets all while being stricken when he got a clear look at her.

a clear look at you.

lovely in your sundress that flowed beautifully against your bodies soft planes, there was something about the sparkle in your eyes that made him start to stutter. something about you that made his heart bloom in a recherché flower he still can’t understand because he can still hear the velvety tone of your voice speaking your own name when giving each other’s your introduction.

from there on out a glowing ember of clustered stars burned in the pit of his belly when you spoke his name and he spoke yours. it was soft and innocent as the flowers in your arms but the introduction was cut off far too short for Bucky's liking but he promised you a coffee when he was completely settled in. having to do something so he could see you again cause oh how he wishes to hear you speak his name again and again and again till the flowers sprout, bloom and decay with each coming season.

maybe he should pay you a visit and bring up that coffee...

the music from the radio filling the bright cottage kitchen sweetly alongside the birds singing their song outside. Alpine takes his seat across from him, yawning over the new day that brings nothing but lazy laps and baked fish treats. forking a few honey drizzled raspberries in his mouth, Bucky walks to the front door and just in time the daily paper plops down on his feet from the passing paper boy whipping through the grassy roads on the shiny steel of a ringing bicycle.

bending down to retrieve the newspaper, he passes through the sidewalk of petunias and violets till he reaches his mailbox. the wood creaky and the metal rusty but the daisies that sprinted around the opening was a pretty site to see before Bucky grimaced at people from the outside world wanting to invade his privacy. grabbing the letters before smelling the sweet daisies, Bucky looks through the letters one by one. ripping some that had no use for to be used as fire food for his fireplace, grunting that even though he’s away from the tabloids and cameras there are still people eager enough to want something from him.

a soft voice from the distance pulls him out of his annoyance, it makes his eyes lift from his dreaded mail to the women a mile away singing her song as she reaches her mailbox. Bucky can’t help but look at her from afar; and maybe Alpine knows this to as he watch his lovesick owner admire the maiden from the kitchen windowsill.

with some obscene fortune he notices you checking your mailbox as well. heart pacing in his chest, he wishes he didn’t go outside before showering and at least brushing his hair for your waving to him from the distance.

“hello hello Bucky!” your sweet voice exclaims and it just adds onto the heaven that is the morning it makes his cheek hurt from how much he’s smiling.

“hello hello to you y/n. how is the shop coming along?” Bucky shouts and his heart sinks when you wave him over to you.

despite his mind telling him to not pursue closer his heart makes him walk his way to you standing next to your Valentine shaped mailbox. his worries slipping away when there's a underlying comfort in your posture and aura, alluring like the bees are to the flowers. welcoming and warm and he can't help but feel that way every time he's near you.

speaking of you, its reassuring to also know he wasn't the only one to wear pajama's out since your still in your blue silk nightgown. matching silk slippers adorning your feet, you sip from your tea cup as you read what he believes to be a Cosmopolitan.

“it’s coming along great, thank you! a bit slow the first week but that’s how any business starts but I just received my tenth loyal customer and i’m more than certain i’ll be selling lots of flowers today.” you spoke as you smiled to yourself then up at him.

checking your mail, Bucky’s surprised that you have quite a handful of letters and boxes. all written in lovely cursive and packaged nicely, almost like love letters and gifts. it makes Bucky’s heat sink, knowing that he might not be the only one who’s fallen head over heels for you. by all means you probably have the whole village under a spell with just the way you smile alone but he wants to see that smile the most.

he wants to be the reason for that smile.

“that’s sounds wonderful y/n, maybe I could stop by and pick a pretty bouquet or two," you only smile wider upon those words and much to his excitement you even brush your hand against his.

"oh really? have a special someone in your life who needs some loving?" you perk as you open an envelop but the question makes Bucky's throat dry on how he should answer.

you seem like the type of maiden who loves an honest man- yes, he should be honest.

"well... there is this one special lady." Bucky lingers and that makes you snap your attention away from the letters in your hands. voice dying in your throat at those words and heart beat hitting pause.

"I always thought Alpine was gonna be the only one to get to my soft spot- we sleep in the same bed together," he stops to laugh a bit, rubbing the back of neck with his metal arm and you laugh along with him.

"how is Alpine? i'm noticing he's getting into a routine with sleeping in my chamomile beds in the afternoon," you smile and bring your tiny tea cup to your lips. "would you care for a cup Bucky? this just so happens to be chamomile,"

"Alpine is doing good and thank you for bringing that up I was beginning to wonder where that rascal has been leaving for. will have an important talk to him once I get home and- I was going to ask you something," Bucky speaks while admiring how your thick lashes curtain your honey hive hues as you sip the steaming golden liquid.

no one should look that beautiful just drinking tea yet here he is, breathless on the simple action. if he truly wanted a cup he'd wish to drink from your tiny cup, to press his lips upon the porcelain rim where yours once brushed against. drink the sweet sunshine to experience the closest thing to your honey kiss...

"don't worry it's alright! I love looking over at him when I have tea at the back patio, he's quite a lovely guest. very well mannered, and yes Bucky is there anything I can help you with?" you cannot deny that your heart is practically skipping beats in your chest, fast and lively like the flutter of a butterfly wing.

Bucky runs his fingers through his hair, for someone who has done the simple thing of asking someone out for couple hundreds of times a hundred years ago from now it’s a disappointment that he’s lost his touch. however you don’t seem to notice or care but that doesn't mean he should give up. not when you're right here glowing in your morning dew radiance, anticipating the next words to slip past those lips.

it's now or never.

"h-how do you feel about that coffee I promised? today? I have a few errands to run in town and I was wondering if you would accompany me- on my errands... if that doesn't bother you,” Bucky rambles to a stop and he's thankful you're still smiling that closed lip grin against the porcelain of the cup.

"yes Bucky I would love that! there's a coffee cart near the shop I work at but what about your lady? she wouldn't mind us going out for coffee, would she?" you speak as you gather your letters in your arms. glancing up at Bucky to receive some conformation and Bucky bites his lips.

"I don't think she'll mind. in fact... I think she would love me to go out once in a while. I have a habit of only going out when necessary, coffee with you wouldn't hurt,"

"that's perfect, i'll see you at twelve then Bucky. you can help me open shop to," you smiled and Bucky returned an even warmer one back.

filling your heart with a rush of liason, like a tea cup filling with tea. something meant to be full and warm, embraced with someone's touch and lips as they drank each fluttering honey glazed sensation they have for one other.

something that seems to be happening right now before they break their strong eye contact, wiry- crooked smiles still embellishing their sun-freckled faces.

you wish you could kisses each one off his clean shaven cheeks right now, slightly rosy but oh how it would feel like peach skin against your lips.

Bucky wishes to kiss yours, the shine of your lips the form of heart shaped clouds and he just can't seem to get his head out of the amorous blue you cast him into.

"i'll be seeing you in an hour Bucky," you draw before walking away with a cheeky wink, your eyes still locking with his before you get to the rosy sunflower porch.

"and i'll be waiting for you doll,"

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