Roman didn’t relent. His could feel his anger grasping, clawing at his throat. If he didn’t care for you so fucking much, he’d take you to the docks right fucking now.
He tightened his arm around you as he walked, half carried you to car. Once close to it, he grabbed the door handle and practically tore open the door. He stopped beside the door. “Don’t make me throw you in.”
You twisted and huffed, narrowing your eyes at Roman. He was tempted to push you in as you straightened your dress, but he enjoyed the view as you climbed into the back seat. The driver came around, his face dropped seeing he was too late.
“Just drive around Gotham for an hour, no stops.” His stomach tightened. He knew exactly how he would punish you for how you acted this morning. The idea alone began to arouse him. “Only then return to the penthouse.” He continued. “But just park the rolls. You can head on in. We will at our own time.”
“Everything alright sir?”
“Women drive one crazy.”
“That’s why I am still single.”
Roman, didn’t need the commentary. He sighed. “Well, that’s why I was for so long.”
The man shrugged.
Roman reached into his pocket and took out his phone.
ToZsasz: Clean up Jarod’s at 5th & 11th.
Zsasz: Thought he was a new ally.
ToZsasz: Nah. Was a spoiled brat. Ask his men if they want a new boss. If not clean them up too.
Zsasz: Alright Boss.
He turned off his phone and slipped it back into pocket. Inhaling he finally climbed in after you.
“Roman…I…”
He held up his hand, he was glad you knew to actually not push things further. He lift the arm rest, he eyed the buttons. He pushed the one for the partition.
The engine started and wheels began to roll as the partition went up.
He turned to you once it was up. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“He is a belittling little prick.”
“I don’t bring you to my meeting, to fight my battles.”
“I couldn’t sit there and just let him be a prick.”
He had to admit, he never thought you’d be like that and for him. Sure you two were exploring what it was like to be together but this? He liked it but didn’t want it.
“I can’t, nor do I want my girl fighting my battles. I had eliminate them.”
“What?” Your eyes grew.
He nodded. “Word can not circle what just went down.”
Your face fell.
He smirked and reaching over, he grabbed your chin, turning so you would look at him. A pang went through him despite his anger at how upset you looked. With how much, you loved him he had to remember you were not like anyone he usually was around.
“As much as I am angry at what you did. It gave me excuse to end and not have to sit through the entire meeting.” He smirked. “I was going to kill him anyway. I didn’t want that prick hanging around my crew or club.”
You beamed. “See I just knew.” You gave him a weak smile, as he let go of you chin.
“You need to be punished for what you did back there.”
“Huh, what? I was defending you.”
“Are you questioning me now?”
“Well, no well yes. Ok, I am.”
“You have to learn, if I let you sit with me at a meeting. You don’t react to them. If you feel the need to say something, perhaps later over drinks or something but not in front of the person. You are supposed to sit there and be my pretty girl.”
Your mouth opened and closed but you didn’t say anything. “You don’t want me to say anything when it comes to your business,” He shrugged. “So we’re even.”
“Oh ok. I get it.” You slid him a look. “I’m sorry.”
“I believe you but ready for your punishment baby?” His tone finally softening.
“Yes. I want you to know I’m sorry I overstepped. I should have trusted you to handle it all.”
“Exactly baby.”
He reached and took one you hands. He brought it over and placed it over his already hardening cock. Excitement coursed through him over what he was going to have you do.
“Oh, Romy.” He pressed your hand tighter against him, the flush that filled your cheeks as you bit your bottom lip only made him harder.
He smirked, meeting your eyes. He sat a little straighter. “Come over and kneel in front of me.”
“Ok, daddy.”
He stretched arms out on the back of the seat. “Now you are going to take me out and blow me till I feel like cumming.” He grabbed your hands to stop you for a moment. “And under no circumstances are you allowed to reach under that little skirt and touch yourself.”
“Ok, daddy.” You whispered.
“Are we clear?”
You nodded. “Yes, daddy.”
He placed them down in his lap before relaxing again.
The metallic rasp of his zipper filled the small space. He sighed, as he watched you free him from his slacks. “That’s my girl.” He was not above praising you.
As you slowly took him in your mouth, he reached down and grabbed a handful of your hair. “I decided I would set a pace.” He smirked down at you as your eyes went up to his. “Understand?”
You managed a very garbled yes while blinking. He loved it. He loved seeing his cock was buried in your mouth.
He starter pulling you up and down now his length. He did not calm his breath or suppress the moans that you pulled from him. For moment, he pressed himself all the way in, he loved seeing how you choked, how your eyes watered. “This will show you to be my quiet girl. Or I will have to stuff your mouth like this again.”
A deep sound came from you, it felt good. He slowly pulled you off him, allowing you to catch your breath. Your lips were growing puffy and pinker. Damn, you looked good.
“Sorry daddy. I won’t interrupt your meetings again.”
“I’m happy to hear you are learning your lesson.” He reached down and with his free hand, and caressed your cheek. “Such a good girl you are now. But your lesson is not over. Now open up.” With time he put both hands into the soft waves of your hair.
He kept you himself firmly in, tickling with delight the back of your throat making you choking around him till you calmed. Though this time, tears slid from your eyes. “My beautiful girl.”
Slowly, at first he began to slide in and out of your mouth. He just easily rode your mouth, throwing his head back. Felt so damn good. As he picked up his pace, so did the beat of his heart.
“Alright, baby” He slowly pulled himself free of your mouth. It gave himself a moment to collect himself. He didn’t want to cum just yet.
As his fingers left you hair, he drew them down to your cheeks. “Such a good girl. Making daddy feel so damn good.” He raised your face and let his thumbs brush the tears aside.
“Tell daddy. How are you feeling?”
“Good daddy.”
“Very good.”
“Sit up so daddy can feel.” He urged you. “Alright hold up your skirt for me.” Damn he loved that you were his. He gestured towards you, “Now open your legs for me.” He smirked watching you. A little shimmy here and there, and you were open just enough.
You let his gloved fingers graze the top of your panties. “These are lovely.” He watched as your body responded to his touch, he grew even harder. He then let his fingers finally drift under your panties. A sound came from deep within him feeling how soaked you were, and incredibly soft and warm.
He moved his fingers along your little bud. He couldn’t resist caressing you, teasing you, the sounds you made were divine. The way you twisted and arched, made him rub you just a touch more. He did love making you feel good.
As he pulled them back and free of your panties, he saw you tremble. “If you are good girl, perhaps I will let you cum and daddy’s gloved hand. Would you like that?”
“Yes, yes please.” You were breathless, as bit and sucked a little on your bottom lip.
He brought his gloved hand to this mouth, and licked at what of you that remained. He met your eyes, “You taste wonderful.”
“Thank you daddy.”
He moved back just so, then out his hands behind his head. “Alright baby now its your time. Use those wonderfully dainty hands lips and tongue on daddy.” He suddenly cupped your chin a second time. “I will also chose when I cum. So don’t think you and quicken your pace or I will just sit here and ride your mouth.”
“Alright daddy.”
Sitting back, he relaxed once again. He loved seeing how you worked your hands and tongue on him. So damn good he mused.
It wasn’t terribly later when the car pulled to a crawl then stop. You popped your head up and looked scared. “Daddy?”
“You’re not done yet.” He smiled down at you. “This just means we’re home.”
“But..but?”
“What? I said we would come when we wanted.”
“Oh?”
“They probably will think we’re talking, possibly arguing or doing something better.” He winked at you.
“Ok, daddy.”
Soon, you took him back into your mouth.
“Yeah, maybe they know you’re blowing me back here. Showing you another good way to show that lovely mouth of yours.” The way your lips moved then as he spoke made his stomach clench, he let a moan pour from his lips. Damn he loved what his words could do you. “Or perhaps,” He continued he was getting close. “They are imagining you in here riding me. That would be nice you wrapped around me another way, bouncing on me.”
He reached down then his fingers caressing your scalp. “Yes, just like that daddy is getting close.” He swallowed and licked his lips. “You better swallow all of me baby. I you better not let any of my cum stain my slacks.”
“Yes, yes baby.” He pulled you down more fully on him. Then a louder, deeper moan surged through and out of his mouth as he finally let himself cum and he came hard. He trembled as he shot hard and deep down your throat. Panting, he melted against the back seat.
He barely registered it but loved how good you were. You cleaned him off and tucked him back into his slacks.
He licked his bottom lip and as he regained some of his composure, watching you sit back on your ankles. He zipped and buttoned his slacks back up. “My good baby. Now tidied yourself up, once in there I have to make a few phone calls.”
There was a fire in your eyes. He smirked, he knew how you must be feeling. “I’ll let you perch on my desk.” He looked. You up and down. “You better take those panties off, or I’ll cut them off.”
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Same Roman and Reader Dynamic as Creative Fervor. Roman remembers when Reader was brought to him in Chapter 1.
The voice yapped away into his ear as he watched you flutter into his office. Your dress was bright and practically slid over your curves.
After settling onto the sofa, you tucked some hair behind your ear and finally looked his way. You smiled, he loved how it reached your eyes. It always did.
He had only let you ever see him really smile. There was his smile to his patrons and he had one that he wore for meetings. There was also the one he gave his employees. However, you were the only one that saw the one that would crinkle his eyes. Or be brought on from a laugh from deep within him.
He reminded the first smile you had given him. It had been in the rolls on the way to your studio. It had pulled on him.
Sure you had smiled before. But that had been the days of you with purple hair and before you ever knew who he was or what he was capable of.
In the pit of his stomach he heat pooled and knotted as he watched you sit in his office pretty as you please.
He finished the call and got up.
He went over to where you leaned against the arm rest of the sofa. “Hi baby.” Reaching he cupped your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. “How are you doing today?”
You smiled, leaning into his hand. “I’m good now that I’m here with you.”
Your words made the knots tighten. “Good.” Now daddy, is a little busy but he is going to try and set some time aside for you.”
You beamed, your eyes brightening. “Only if that is good for you. I don’t want you getting behind because I’m here.”
“Not all baby.” He smiled, looking you over. He had always thought having someone around would be a nuisance but you, you were a delight to have around. “I’ll be right back.”
“Ok!” You said brightly. Your attention went back to the latest issue of interior design monthly.
Ever since they gave you an interview, a free subscription came to the club. Kind of annoying, but that’s what happens when the best interior designer becomes your girl. You no longer just get offerings to buy the best liquor in the country for your nightclub.
Walking down the hall, he glanced back at the doorway of his office. He liked the idea of you perched there.
Taking his cellphone out he messaged Zsasz, to thoroughly clean and detail their tools downstairs.
He did not right now want to be interrupted. Confident, there now would not be, he went further into the penthouse. Going into his special wing, he put the code into the panel and with a swish the door opened.
He looked over the knives on display. He ran a finger over one of his favorites. Nah, he thought he would not slice your clothes off today. Too much to clean up. Though he certainly delighted in how you reacted to the blades being so close to your skin. He loved how wet it made you.
Shaking his head, he went further into his room. A smirk, curled his lips when something caught his eyes. He dragged his fingers over a trusty pair of cuffs. They were the same ones that had been on your wrists, he believer. That brought a burst of delight to his senses.
He grabbed them and slipped them into his suit jacket. He gave the room a cursory glance. Nah, he didn’t need anything else.
Leaving the room, the door whispered just behind him. He stopped eyeing the bar, before returning to his office.
You smiled as he walked in. “Baby, do you trust me?”
Your brow wrinkled. “Of course I do.”
“Good.” He smiled. “I was reminiscing and” He pressed his lips together. “And well I want us to have a little fun.”
He could see that special light come to your eyes as he spoke. “Oh?”
“Yes.”
He knew deep down, what he was exercising was the darker part of his soul. He had been itching be this level of dominate with you. It wasn’t because he thought less of you or even doubted how you felt about him, but the idea turned him on and he wanted to do it.
“Now, if at any moment you feel uncomfortable tell me.” He swallowed, saying that kind of surprised him. He was always so used to taking what he wanted. He realized cared for you deeper then he expected.
You put the magazine down beside you. “What do you want daddy?” You looked at him through your lashes.
“That’s my girl.” He smiled. “Now stand for him.”
Once you did he immediately grabbed one wrist, reaching into his pocked he took out the cuffs. Very easily he placed them on your wrists. Their metallic sound filled his office. The sound that it brought from you only fueled his desire.
“Wiggle those pretty little hands to show daddy how they bind together for him.”
You did, they jangled a little. He smirked. “Good.”
A soft flush came over you, your eyes grew shiny.
“Look at you. Ready for daddy to do what he wishes.”
“Yes, daddy.”
He nodded, then grabbed your arm. “Over here.” He pulling you just so, your heels clicking against the floor. He brought you up against his desk. Before you could move he was against you. “Damn, you feel so good against me.” He breathed into your ear. Easily he reached around held your hands to his desk. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me?” He rubbed his growing hardness against you.
“Yes, daddy.” There was a twinge of whimper to your voice. He loved it.
Reaching around he dragged down and reached under the skirt of your dress. He found your panties. “Let them fall.”
“Yes, daddy.”
He tugged and pulled at them, making them fall to the floor like an autumn leaf.
“Step out of them.”
Bracing yourself against his desk and rubbing against him, you easily did. Stepping back, he turned you around once again.
“There’s my baby.” He tilted his head as he looked at you. “Do you remember when you brought to me, hand cuffed and all?” He gently tugged at the cuffs.
You nodded.
“This time, I am the one who did it.”
You nodded.
“You have always been mine.”
“Yes.”
“That makes me very happy.” With a suddenness he was known for, he picked you up and placed you on his desk. He opened your legs, pushing up the skirt, he opened you even wider. He easily then came to stand between your legs.
He smirked as he saw your hands come to rest, demurely over the apex between your legs. “Always a lady.”
He pulled you close, he pulled the cloth belt. In doing so, your dress easily opened. “Just like that first time.” He easily opened it so not much of you remained hidden from him.
You nodded.
“I need you.” He simply said. Finally he attended to himself. Undoing his slacks, he took himself out.
He put your arms around his throat as he pulled you closer to him. He gently rubbed against you, pulling the most delightful sound from you.
“You feel so good.” He murmured, meeting your eyes. He loved how your fingers felt in his hair.
Very easily he slid into you. “Baby.” He exhaled. You were so slick, that moving in and out of you was amazing. “Mine.” He managed.
“Yes.” You breathed.
As he held you just the right one way, he bent down and kissed you. It was a hungry kiss. Reaching up as he kissed you, he unclasped your bra. He broke the kiss. “There you are, let me hear you.”
He ran his gloved hands over your already very erect nipples. You whimpered and writhed more under him, as he touched you more.
When you shuddered he met your eyes. “Is my baby already close?”
“Yes, daddy.”” You whimpered, arching against him.
“Cum for me then, right here on my desk.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
Your fingers, clutched tightly onto the back of his shirt. As moans poured from you. He didn’t let up. He was close as well, and it felt so damn good.
“Daddy.” You moaned. And your body and legs tightened around him.
“That’s my girl.” He smiled and moving still he finally let himself move harder and deeper. He groaned as he came hard into you.
Panting, he held onto you. Trembles from your body and his matched and did their own little dance. Very adeptly, better then he thought he would be. He eased you from his grasp, he reached in and took out the key and undid the cuffs. Taking them off they clanked on his hard, wooden desk.
He stood as your arms rested. Taking a hand and meeting your eyes kissed one and the other wrist. “That was fun.” He smiled.
You nodded. You were breathless. “Yes.”
Reluctantly, he pulled back and tucked himself away. Still with some energy in him, he grabbed you, easily picking you, he took a few steps back and sat on the sofa. Your heels fell noisily to the ground but you easily curled up in his lap as he sat there.
He rubbed your arm as you nestled closer to his shoulder. “From the moment, you walked in, I needed you.”
You looked at him and flushed. “I needed you too.” You whispered and pressed a kiss against his throat.
Summary: Mark survives his confrontation with Begbie.
Warning: Mark & Reader have been drinking alot. Mark takes reader outside, consensual sex ensues.
Note: This is Mark Renton & reader dynamic from Past and Present, Bookends of Life.
“Begbie’s is back in jail!”
They shouted, they cheered!
Beers were sloshing around Sick Boy’s bar. The hours ticked by as beers and shots continued to be poured, drank and refilled. As the night went on, the music grew louder and the foam became more visible as it crowned the beers. Everyone was celebrating.
In the middle of it all, Mark had managed on his legs that had grown wobbly on beer to the jukebox. Putting his mug down, he dug his fingers into his pockets and found the right amount of coins needed. A lopsided but wide smile spread across his face as he popped them.
Despite the device in his chest, and along with all the beers he had, his heart was racing.
He ran his finger down the glass as he looked for his song, the song the meant everything to him.
It was a song that when he played it back at his night club had initially confused his younger patrons. They were not acquainted with the beats it brought.
Eventually, they got used to his style of running things would enjoy it when he spoil himself on certain nights and play nothing but songs from Oasis, Blur, and Underword along with countless others to remind himself that there had been a time in his life when he had been cool, untouchable. Or at least it had felt like that most of the time.
In the darkest place of his heart it was those nights, he’d remember Spud or Sick Boy and even Tommy. He was glad, that no more did he feel the exquisite and addictive kisses of heroin. His body was clean except for the beers or several cups of coffee he would indulge in.
At that moment, he finished the last of the beer that was in the mug he held. He put it down on the table near by. The beat began, it wasn’t long before his heart match that beat. Everything else was downed out around him except for that song.
Energy surged through him.
“He didn’t kill me!” Mark exclaimed as he bent unbelievably backwards before straightening and he started to dance.
******
You slid off your bar stool, somehow you had not stumbled. All of the drinks, which at some point you had lost count of came rushing through you. Giggles bubbled up from deep within you. You were feeling good.
You hear what Mark had so victoriously exclaimed. You were beyond elated that animal has not gotten claws into Mark. If he had you don’t know what you had done. These last few weeks had been a whirlwind.
You danced over to where he was dancing. When you drew closer his wide smile grew unbelievably wider. The twinkle became brighter in his eyes.
“Little dove get over here.” He reached out and his slender fingers wrapped around your waist. You pulled you close and together you danced.
Wrapping around your arms around him you let the beat of the music over take you. You loved seeing him this happy. These last few days the stress of Begbie had a gray cloud over him and you. The man had been terrifying.
“You’re my beautiful lass.” He drew close to you. His lips brushed yours as he spoke and moments later, he pressed them against you and you kissed you then.
The two of you swirled and moved together with the music. Your heart was racing the harder and faster as the two of you danced. You were practically attached with how close the two of you danced. His movements caused knots to tighten and loosen within you. He was almost as intoxicating as the beers and shots the two of you had managed to drink over the course of the night.
“Come with me, little dove.”
“Ok.”
Taking his hand, you watched as he glanced around the bar. Then quickly with you in tow, he brought you out the side entrance.
“Mark?” You managed tp squeak out before before he pulled you into a shadowy corner.
“I can’t wait.” He murmured, kissing you.
“Wait, what are we…oh!” You exclaimed as you found yourself being picked up and pressed against the brick wall. “Mark. Mark.” You watched as he made quick work of his pants. “What if…” He gave you that playful smirk that made you melt.
“No one is coming out here little dove. It’s just us.”
He had enough, he had watched out how skirt had teased him, as the material had swished over or sat on your soft thighs. So right now, no one was going to stop him from reaching under your skirt, slip your soft panties to the side. Barely a breath later and biting his bottom lip he managed to suppress a moan that came from the pit of his stomach.
“Oh, little dove you’ve wanted this as much as I did.” You were as wet as he was hard.
When you tilted your head back to meet his eyes, they were flames that matched his own passion. “I did.” You breathed.
Together, you both didn’t wait. You moved together, you kissed and moaned and even bit on each others lips. Hungry and passionate, that he was there and victorious over Begbie. He had been so afraid, more then he had cared to admit but here he was with his girl. The way your body moved and bucked under him made him harder then he had ever been in his life. “Damn, I love you.” He breathed.
“I love you, too.” The kiss was slowed but your bodies had not ceased. Your little pants and moans made him move harder against him.
“Cum for me baby. I want to feel it.” He urged.
Soft, cry and that was sweetest moan to ever come from you, he felt as you fluttered and tightened around him. “Oh Mark.” You called out.
“Little dove.” He moaned shortly after. You had showed him that now, after everything he still deserved happiness and a chance at a life. And he came hard, burying his face into your shoulder.
Breathless, panting he slowly eased you down to the ground. “Are you ok?” He came down to earth as he watched you straighten yourself. The realization hit him that possibly the brick wall had scrapped you. He looked you over.
You beamed up at him. “No, I’m fine. I’m wonderful.”
“Good. Ready to get back in there?” He motioned to the bar with his head.
You smiled and nodded. “Yes.”
“Good.” He reached out with his hand and you took it, your fingers interlaced. Bringing your hand to lips, he kissed your knuckles as his heart swelled. He was even happier to start his new life with you.
References Roman & his reader’s meeting at the start of Creative Fervor.
Before you had met Roman, you had been a sensible girl. Sure like anyone you could be fond and attracted to whomever was you were dating. You’d have flutters and be happy. But then you met Roman and well that all changed.
From the moment, the two of you reunited tied to a chair in his club it was clear your relationship was different. The attraction between the two of you was incredibly strong.
So tonight sitting at Roman’s table it was a particularly difficult time. It was a busy night. People sat here and there, laughter floated through the air occasionally broken up by clinking of glasses or the clanking the silverware while delicious morsels were enjoyed.
Roman was busy tonight. You had already been his good girl sitting through a few meetings. Smiling and nodding when it was appropriate in particular parts of the conversations. Those were times, when you could take a break from your own business. It kept your creativity sharp to not always focus on the projects you be hired to do.
However, it was hard for you to focus to be a good girl for him tonight. Sitting close to him the scent of his cologne, aftershave tickling your nose or his occasional under the table thigh squeeze made you want, made you want to crave more.
Watching, him walk past you on the way to this table or that table you were in knots. At one moment, you twisted and untwisted one of the cloth napkins that had been sitting on the table.
You had never realized how much you enjoyed having him as your daddy, your soft dommy daddy most of the time. In everything else you were equal. He respected you and supported you in all you did to maintain your business. He even encouraged your willfulness when it came to him or things that mattered. You were never supposed to curb your feelings. Yet when it came to the two of you intimately, you relished submitting to him.
With a shaky hand you took the cool glass of water that sat in front of you and brought it to your lips. The cool water made you sigh. It helped you to relax.
“Baby, you appear to be on edge. Do you need your daddy?” His voice a deep raspy, purr filled your ear. You had not seen him approach.
You shook. Some of the cool water sloshed from your glass.
A deep chuckle came from him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Silently you nodded in agreement, still looking ahead of you.
“What is that baby? I can’t hear you.”
“Yes” You swallowed, you throat had gone instantly dry in anticipation. “Yes, daddy I need you.”
“That’s my good girl.”
You gulped down some water and sighed.
“Calm down baby, we don’t want people to believe something is wrong with you.”
Inhaling, you composed yourself the best you could and put the glass back onto the table.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Now,” He purred again in your ear. “Meet daddy in his office upstairs. You had better be ready by the time I get there.” He paused, which made your heart clench. “Or daddy, will be very upset with you.”
“I promise to be good girl daddy.”
“I know you will be baby.”
With that he vanished, the scent of his cologne was the only thing that lingered.
Taking a few breaths, you finally slid free of his booth. You managed some more nods and smiles as you weaved in and out of the people were having fun.
Reaching, the iron staircase that led to the upper floor, you gripped the railing to steady you. You had grown drunk on Roman’s words and the promise of finally being with him.
The sound of your heals on the steps matched and increased the thudding of your heart.
Relief filled you has you reached out and turned the knob of his office, and let yourself in. You sighed having made it. Your anticipation was just overflowing in you.
“You finally made it.”
His voice filled the small space. You watched as he uncrossed his legs as he continued to sit on the sofa in the shadows. Turning, you were surprised that he had beat you there.
“You were fast daddy.”
He chuckled. “I am that baby. I have to be, its a busy night.”
As you neared, you could see as he straightened his gloves.
“Now show me how you would have gotten ready for me baby.” His commanding voice made you tremble.
“Yes, daddy.” You reached up under the hem of your dress and took ahold of your panties. Pulling them down you carefully stepped out of them.
“Very nice. Put them on my desk an come over here.” He patted his lap.
You did as you told then coming over you held your dress up and straddled his lap. “Like his daddy?”
You finally could see his face and it made you happy. You enjoyed seeing the contours of his cheeks to his mouth that could be kind and twist into cruel line in an instant, meeting his blue eyes that burned set the butterflies in your stomach free.
“Yes, baby.” His hand slipped under the fabric of your dress. Easily he cupped you. “Oh,” His voice deepened. “Someone has been missing daddy hasn’t she?”
“Yes daddy.”
His hand left you, and you bit your bottom lip so as to now allow yourself to pout. Moving his hand around, you heard and felt as he freed himself from his slacks.
“Daddy has missed you too. He loved how good you were tonight.”
You gasped as you felt the warm tip of his hardness just barely touching your entrance.
“Daddy.” You breathed.
His lips curled into a smile. “Take daddy inside of you. He wants you to ride him baby, wants to watch you baby.”
“Thank you daddy.”
Letting go of one side of your dress you reached between the two of you and easily guided him into. Initially you sighed which easily turned into a moan. He felt so good.
Your eyes met. “Daddy you feel so good.”
He swallowed. “You do too baby. Now come on, daddy has more meetings tonight. He can’t be late. He doesn’t want to have to tell them he was busy fucking his baby and that was why he was late.”
“Oh daddy, you wouldn’t.”
He smirked. “That’s not something I wouldn’t want to lie about. I love letting people know I can fuck you when I want.”
His words made you wetter. Gathering yourself, you began moving on him. Easily, you grasped onto his shoulder as began bouncing on him.
“Oh daddy.” He felt so good as he slid up and down on him. You moaned and arched in your pleasure.
“Yes baby.”
Breathless all you could eventually do as your pleasure grasped onto you. Leaning in close, your lips met and you hungrily kissed.
You could taste the martini he had sipped on during his last two meetings. The shadow of growth felt so good as it grazed your face.
As you grew close you just moved holding his eyes. “Daddy, daddy I am so close.” You whimpered.
“Cum for me baby.” His fingers wrapped around you and held you closer to him.
“Yes, daddy. Yes.”
Shaking you bucked and came hard. You grasped him and called out.
“My good girl.” His words were tight.
*****
You were straightening your dress as you watched him tuck himself away and zipped up his slacks. You were about to grab your panties when he took them and slipped them into his pocket. “I’ll hold onto them baby.”
“But daddy.”
He came over and gently took your chin holding your face up. “No one will know but you baby.”
“You’re right daddy.”
“I know, I am.” He smiled. “Now finish up and meet me back at my table.”
“Ok, daddy.”
He turned and made his way back downstairs and to his table.
******
Now long after you slid in beside him. You gave a warm smile and nod to Penguin. Taking your glass, you took a sip of the water that remained.
“Sweetheart, you are flushed. Should I get you more water?” He removed his hand from the pocket that held your panties. “I believe I should.” Using that hand he gestured to one of the girls.
“Thank you, Roman.”
Penguin squawked and looked at you from behind his beak like nose. “Are you alright?”
You nodded. “Just a little flush. Thank you.”
Roman simply smiled as new knots formed in your stomach. Despite his naughty words earlier, you knew he’d never openly brag about fucking you and that made the knots even tighter you loved how much he cared about your dignity. It made you want him all the more.
Kinktober - Post 4 - Dan Torrance - Shower/Bath Sex
Warning: Age gap, Consensual sex, Bath tub/Shower sex
Note: This is the reader dynamic with Dan Torrance from Unlikely Delights.
Dan, was tired. Tired and worn out. He was finally done with his double shift. It had been rough. He had to help two pass. It made those double shifts even harder.
You were supposed to come over later. He wanted to see you but right now he could barely put two thoughts together. Shuffling he managed to make it upstairs to his apartment.
Closing the door behind him, he made it to his overstuffed chair where he soon shed all this clothes. Their sterile scent made his stomach turn. Leaving them in a pile he shuffled over to the bathroom. He gave himself a sideways glance in the mirror. He needed some sleep before he would see you.
Turning the knobs, he waited till the water was warm enough to stand under. He ran his fingers through his hair and shivered, he would never ever like the cold he mused.
His lips twitched into a small smile when he reached out and felt that the water had warmed up.
Brushing the curtain aside and stepping in, Dan just stood and enjoyed how the water felt falling down on him. Reaching out he turned the knob to make the water even warmer. He sighed and just enjoyed how it felt. Feeling the warmth finally fill him, he stretched and began to feel better.
Your presence touched him, he smiled even wider when reaching out he realized what you were doing.
He let the smile fall away before you came into the bathroom.
“Hi honey.” You peaked around the curtain. Your smiler was radiant.
“Hi there.” He returned the smile.
“Any room for me?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Always for you.” His stomach began to easily know as he watched you ease into the shower. “There is my beautiful girl.” His smile widen as he watched your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “How did you know that what I needed right now was you?”
You playfully smiled. “A lucky guess.”
“It certainly was. Now come here sweetheart.” He beckoned to you.
He sighed, he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his forehead on your shoulder.
Your hands were delicate and soft as he felt you glide them over his back. “Did someone pass today?”
You voice was as sweet and soft as the rest of you.
He nodded. “Yes. Two.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Its alright. It was there time. I was happy to help them.” He needed you. And you were here. No longer did he have to push away that tiredness or that pain away with a bottle.
“You are such a good man.”
“I try to be.”
“You are.”
You moved just and he could feel your lips as they moved here and there. He looked at you and your lips met. The kiss was tender and sweet.
He eased his hands over your body. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Because we ran into each other.” You met his eyes with a smile.
“Oh that’s right. That was one of the best moments of my life.” He eased his hands more over the curves and valleys of your body. Your lips once again meeting the hunger between the two of you grew. A hint of the fruit parfait lingered, it made you even yummier then usual. The longer he felt and kissed you, the more aroused he became. He enjoyed how strong of a pull you had on him.
You sighed his name as you broke the kiss. “Please.”
A smirk came over him, “Will you indulge me honey?”
You nodded.
“I am going to lay down and I’d love for you to straddle me.”
You trembled. “I’d like that.”
“You do?”
“Yes, you breathed.
The full force of images of your mind would have made him slip if he wasn’t already used to how strong your thoughts could be. He grew even harder seeing your imagination over what they were about to do.
Easing himself down, Dan laid the best he could. He was grateful that this tub was large. He had enjoyed several baths in it. This would be something new, he was eager to do with you.
“Alright.” He smiled up at you, he rubbed himself, letting a sigh pour from his lips. “Alright honey.” He beckoned to you. “I’m ready for you.”
Holding himself, he helped you ease down his length. He closed his eyes at the pleasure of it.
Opening them looking up at you he shifted a little loving the pleasure wash across your face. He glided his hands up your soft thighs to your hips.
“Alright honey, let me watch you.”
You braced yourself on the rims of the tub. You were slow at first which was driving him crazy. But soon you picked up speed.
“Yes. That’s my girl.”
He moved his hands higher till he could run his hands over your breasts. Your nipples became even more erect as he caressed them.
Your moans and his mingled, he relished how you arched against him. Your pace was steady. But he could feel how as you tightened on him you were drawing close.
“Feel good baby?”
“Yes.” You managed.
Right now, this was amazing. The warm water as it fell around the two you. The way your moved as you rode him. He was drawing close himself.
When you bent over him them and met his eyes. “Dan” You moaned, your wet strands hanging down. “I am so close.”
“Then cum for me.” He tucker some of the strands behind your ear so he could see you better. “I want to feel it. I want to see it.” His words you were curled into a purr as you were making him feel so good.
“Yes.” Your lips met and the two of your were hungry as you kissed. Your moans became one like you were now.
You came against him hard, your head thrown back. Magnificent was how you looked; his love. His girl.
He trembled, reaching out he held you close as he finally came hard in you.
Wilting, he missed the feel of you when he gently slipped from you and you drew close to him. You were flushed and breathless, he loved very moment of it. He held you there on top of him, he could feel your racing heart.
******
Not much later, in fresh t-shirts and pajama pants you under his blankets. You giggled into his chest.
Sleep had been tugging on him but he opened one eye and watched as you giggled a little more. “Yes, honey?”
“I’ve always wanted to do that, and it felt amazing.”
He had to admit that woke him up a little more, but his exhaustion still lingered.
“You were honey. We may have to do it again, perhaps next time with with bubbles.” He murmured against the top of your head, and gave the drying strands of your hair a kiss.
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Summary: First time reader and Alex are a part. You miss him.
Warning: phone sex, mutual masturbation, teasing
Note: This is the Alex, Reader dynamic from Being a Good Friend.
Alex was away on assignment. This was the first time you were apart as a couple. You missed him and even how he could sometimes act like an asshole. Though he was mellowing, you definitely brought out his sweeter side. Though, sometimes he could still be mean to anyone who wasn’t you, Juliet or David or now even Rose.
It was day three of him on his week away. The story was awesome, juicy as he said. He was able to really sink his teeth into it. His editor was going to love it. You were sure you would too.
But right now, you were tossing and turning. You missed be cuddled up to him, even if sometimes it was his back. He tended to be restless in his sleep occasionally if he wasn’t stealing a blanket or two.
You grabbed your phone and eyed the phone. You blinked and realized it was three in the morning. You sighed heavily.
Against your better judgement, you opened your phone and looked at some selfies the two of you too, some he took to surprise you. You reread some old texts between the two of you. That was your big mistake.
Your heart began to speed up when you did. He could be such a naughty thing. Biting your bottom like you, decided to call. He may even be up working on his story.
You heard some shuffling. “Baby, are you ok?” You could practically see his auburn hair messy from his sleep and as he rubbed an eye in order try and wake up.
“I am. I was hoping you’d be awake working on your story.”
You heard him sigh, probably rolling onto his back. “I was,” There was a pause probably looking at the clock. “Maybe a hour ago, maybe a little more.”
“Oh damn. Sorry.”
“Its ok. I love hearing from my girl.”
You beamed and flushed, how he managed to do both was his secret weapon against you.
“She missed you lots.”
“Even though you don’t have to steal any blanket’s back?” His voice becoming clearer as he chuckled.
“Yes.” You swallowed. “I miss feeling you beside me. It’s just not the same.”
“Oh do you.” His voice now dipped into that playful tone that only he could do. You were done for before anything else even needed to be said between the two of you.
“Yes, damn you. You have me addicted.”
A part of you felt bad, you shouldn’t done this. You remembered how one day, when you were both talking late into the night and sharing your deepest and darkest secrets he had confessed you, that when he had gone through a horribly dry spell and was well tired of trying to meet someone decent and had long since grown tired of one night stands, he had grown very fond of calling sex hot lines. The writer in him was able imagine a lot.
Though his wallet and hand grew tired of it, he kept it up since the part that was well lonely needed it. Eventually, the costs had become too much and he had stoped.
You hoped this wouldn’t rekindle some compulsion.
“Baby? Baby did you only call to tease and fall asleep.” He was awake now.
“What oh..no! Just thinking of you.”
“Oh ok.” He snickered. “I had said dramatically, you are just addicted to what’s between my legs not my brain.” He laughed loudly and deeply at his own joke.
But he got you. Now you had visions of him and your want for him pulled you hard in your gut.
“Alex you are horrible.” You said exasperated, you hoped you didn’t sound breathless. He wouldn’t know if you pulled up on his t-shirt you were wearing.
“Tell me, I’m wrong then.” He paused. He was smirking and you knew it. “You’re thinking of me and what I’d do if I was there.”
“Yes, damn you.”
He chuckled, but it stopped almost as soon as it began. “Are you wearing just my t-shirt or my t-shirt and a pair of your panties so that great ass of yours doesn’t get cold?”
You grew even more breathless and now even a little wet. Well damn, just hearing him made you wet. It had been a very long three days.
“How did you know?”
“Because I know I am not there to keep that ass warm. With my hands or my body as I hold you.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, baby wouldn’t it be nice if I was there.” He gently teased.
“Yes, I miss you.”
“I miss you, too baby.” You heard him move around before he spoke again. “I’d have you cuddled up to me but with your ass against me.”
“Oh?” Your heart thudded faster, harder.
“Yes.” He purred. “I’d reach around and cup you. I’d want to feel how wet I made your panties by just being there.”
“I’d like that.”
“Then do it for me baby. Cup yourself and tell me, am I making you wet?”
“Alex.” You whimpered.
“Do it.”
You gave a strangled sigh. Your pulse felt harder and fast there. The cotton was wet all the way through. “You made very wet.” You admitted.
“As I should.” He snickered, it was a delightfully evil sound. “Slip your hand in baby.”
“But Alex.”
“What? I’d do it if I was there.”
A soft gasp and moan came from you. You had not realized just how sensitive you were.
“How does that feel baby? Can you imagine my fingers just barely touching you? They would be teasing you like I enjoy doing.”
“Yes.” You could barely say even that.
He gave his own strangled sigh. It was electric, you made your own sound in response to it. “Baby, you can tell I just removed my cock from my boxers?”
You made a deep sound and nodded. “Yes.” You breathed.
“I wish these were my fingers I have wrapped around myself.”
“Oh Alex.” You grew wetter.
“I am so hard for you baby. But you know what? I’d just let you feel it pressed up against you. I’d want you to first cum against my fingers as I’d tease and rub at you.”
“Alex please.” You pleaded.
“What are you being my good girl and touching yourself? Are you wishing, wanting my fingers?”
You swallowed hard barely not choking on the air you forced into your lungs. “I am.”
“Then do it. Move your fingers I want to hear you baby.”
“Ok.” Your voice was weak with your need for him.
You were barely able to keep your phone balanced on your shoulder as you gave yourself up to touching yourself. Your eyes closed as you imagined him.
“That’s it. Yes.” You heard him encourage. His own was breathless. “So wet for me baby. Don’t want. Do it faster. I want to slide my cock so badly into you why you are still shuddering from what my fingers have done.”
You arched up from your bed, and moaning louder you came hard. A breath later and you collapsed, and was a panting mess on your bed. The sheets under you a wrinkled mess.
With your other hand that trembled in the after glow brought your phone back to your ear. You could hear his own sounds and you loved it.
“Yes, Alex you’re inside. Mmm, you feel so good.” You couldn’t resist you did reach down, and slid in two fingers. Wasn’t even close to how his two fingers or even his cock would feel but it still felt damn good.
“Yes.” He called out and you heard as he choked on his pleasure. The bed he was on squeaked. You worried distracted at what kind of place the paper put him up at. But just the you heard him, his panting as he tried to regain his breath and voice the idea floated away.
“Baby, oh baby.” He sighed. “I can’t wait to wrap myself around you.” His voice a little calmer.
“Me too.” You rolled over to get comfortable and pulled your blanket back around you.
“I’m coming home tomorrow. So you had better watch out. Wear one of your cute little skirts. I may not want to wait till we are home.”
You choked then.
And he chuckled. “Yes, that’s right baby. I finished early, I will be home tomorrow after noon.”
Was it bad, you got excited all over again. “I can’t wait.” Your voice you hoped didn’t portray your excitement, you knew distantly you both needed sleep now even more so.
“Now baby, pull those wonderful fingers back. I’d be licking them if I were there. You need your sleep.”
“But Alex.” You pouted.
“You know I’m right baby. And it will make you enjoy my cock all the more.” He chuckled.
“You are killing me Alex Law.” You said desperately.
“You love it. Now go to sleep.”
“Ok. Good night.”
“Good night, baby.”
And with a smile on your face, you ended the call and fell asleep not long after.
Summary: Roman comes home angry at how things went down at his meeting. He hears reader sounding particularly ungrateful. Time to make her remember what does to keep them safe.
Notes: Consensual gun!play & knife!play, Consensual sex, daddy!kink, squint at mentions of implied violence, & orgasm!denial
This is the same Roman & Reader dynamic I usually write. This takes place after… Creative Fervor Part 4d
Since this dealt with two kinks, it is especially long. Hope you still enjoy it!
Roman groaned, he came home to the penthouse. Getting rid of his competition was not always easy. His new suit was torn and bloodied from a slice in one arm. Fucker had gotten close, too damn close.
He walked over to the nearest bathroom, and inspected his arm. It had already stopped bleeding. Wasn’t as bad as it had felt. Walking out, he stopped on his way to the bedroom when he heard you.
“Yes, I am Roman’s girl.” You giggled. “When I want to shop, I go shop.” You giggled again. “I want to go to the Spa, he sends me to the Spa.”
Roman’s brow knit together as he heard just how caviler your voice was. Something about the sound of your voice and how you spoke, curled the anger in him hotter. You had never sounded so flippant. He peered around the doorway to your studio.
There you were lounging on your chaise lounge, your perfectly pedicured feet tapping on the wall, you had chosen a nice shade of red.
Damn, something about how you laid was turned him on and it mixed with his anger. He stayed where he stood, watching you.
You brought a bottle of wine to your lips, you took a long sip.
“I get into all the vip rooms too!” You wiggled where you sat. “I should have decided to date a crime lord sooner. The perks are amazing.”
You took another sip.
His stomach tightened, what had gotten into you. This wasn’t you. He’d remind you.
“Alright, maybe we can hit some clubs up this weekend. Bye!”
You tossed your phone onto your table, he heard you sigh as you placed your hands over your face. That’s when he acted. His anger making him move fast. He easily straddled where you laid.
He smiled broadly as surprised wash over your face. “Hi there baby.”
You wiggled, “Roman, what are you doing?”
He pressed his knees into your sides. “You are not going anywhere. We have to talk.”
“Roman? What’s the matter?”
“There you are. That’s the girl I care about.” He smirked. He patted your cheek.
You shook your head. “What are you talking about?”
“Stop, I’m the one talking right now.” He lifted up the wine bottle. “Since when do you drink and become so tacky?” He tilted his head to one side.
“I had a bad day.” You bottom lip trembled. “I didn’t hear from you for more then half a day, I grew scared.”
Your words calmed him a little. You would still need to know to not talk so freely and flippantly about him.
He reached into his jacket and easily unbuttoned the holster. He took out his gun. “You see this?”
You nodded, your eyes grew.
“I used this today to keep me and you safe.” He grazed it along your cheek, you inhaled.
He delighted in see how you flushed. “They won’t be a bother anymore,” Your breathing shallowed as grazed the against your other cheek. “especially after ruining my suit.” He let out a cynical chuckle.
“I am glad you had it with you.” Your voice trembled.
He knew how much, you loved see how well armed he could be at times.
He nodded. “Ever since I began to care for you, I have to work harder keep you safe against all those who hate me. And there are many.”
He looked you over as he leaned over and put his gun down.
“What happened?”
He placed a finger to your lips. “I’m not finished baby.” He reached into his slacks and took out his knife. Opening it, the metallic sound filled your studio.
You licked your lips, he longed to press his lips against yours but he had to wait.
“I also had to use this. This is far more reliable, and fun then that.” A smile flashed across his face as he gestured to his gun. “I make sure this one and all my other knives are incredibly sharp.”
He shifted down a little and made sure to not fully rest on your legs. He grabbed a handful of the fabric of your shirt.
“As you so finely said, ‘I want shop, I go shop.’ “ He mimicked. “Sure, I know you use your own money most of the time. Despite me telling you on several occasions how much I enjoy spoiling you.
“But this,” He looked down. I bought for you.” He paused, pulling the fabric taunt. “Now don’t you move, I may be angry but I don’t want to knick you.”
Quickly, he sliced through your blouse. He brushed aside the halves of the shirt on either side of you. Your soft stomach and your full breasts were on display for him.
He smirked. “Damn you are beautiful.” Gently, he grazed your skin. “I send you to spa to help you to feel better. I hate seeing you so upset. Would anybody else? Would any other crime lord care as much as I do?”
You shook your head. Your lips were so wonderful parted. Damn, he want to nibble on them. He was hungry for them.
“What if you had caught Joker’s eye? Sure, he’d spoil you baby, but you’ve seen and heard what he’s done.” He grabbed your bra, holding it he sliced till it finally gave. He dropped and brushed it aside so your breasts were no longer hidden.
He reached and grabbed one of your breasts. “Look at you.” His thumb grazed your very erect nipple. A soft moan came from your parted lips. “You love how I am with you?”
You nodded.
“You love how I remind you, who you belong to. He grazed your nipple, the moaned he pulled from you only further heightened his arousal.
“Roman, please.” You licked your lips and bit your bottom lip, as you met his eyes.
“Please what?”
“I had not meant to sound like a braggart. I was just so annoyed. I couldn’t help myself.”
He smirked. “I enjoy a good bragging as much as anyone but the ungratefulness of your tone after being sliced today really angered me.”
“I’m sorry.” You looked away.
“I believe you.” He brought your chin back up. “Don’t look you away. I want to see more of you.” He dragged his knife across the fabric that covered your mound. “Did you wear panties today?” He rose his eyebrows.
“No.”
“That’s my baby.”
Grabbing the fabric, he created a nice slice in it. You breathless intensified.
He closed his knife, and placed it beside his gun. Reaching down he grabbed the halves of the cloth, with a tug the rest if ripped apart.
He tilted his head to one side, a smirk curled his lips. He gestured to what remained to of what you had been wearing.
“Remove the rest of that.”
You did. Rolling your shoulders, you shimmed out of what was left of your bra and blouse. With a push of your hands you wiggled free of your shorts.
He leaned down and braced himself against the back of the chaise lounge. “I can never stay mad at you long baby.”
“I know.” You whispered.
Inhaling, he finally crashed his lips into yours. It was a hungry kiss. There was no finesse. It was just the passion in him that had been built up since seeing you laying here.
He had not realized he had missed your touch, till your fingers rested on his cheek as you kissed. He swallowed the sound that tried to bubble to the surface.
Breaking the kiss, he got up.
“Open yourself for me.” He made quick work of his belt and pants.
Going back over, he was easily over you. With his glove hand holding himself, he met your eyes and soon slid right into. That was when he allowed him, to moan and enjoy you felt deep inside of you. Grasping your hips, he began to move in and out of you. As your arms wrapped around him, he felt one of your legs. He smirked and meeting your eyes, he kissed you again.
Still in you at one point, the feel of his clothes and his holster irked him. He tore away at the layers. He sighed as he felt your soft body against his as he continued to move against you.
He felt as you tightened around him. “You’re not allowed to come just yet.” He loved the whimper it pulled from you.
He met your eyes. “You have to realize what it means for you to be in my life.” He almost choked, because in fact you meant a lot to him. More then he could actually ever say. The words remained locked away.
“Roman please.”
He shook his head. “No.”
He thrust and moved harder, you began to tremble. “You have to wait baby.”
Finally, then did he allow himself to cum. Thrusting a final time, he came deep inside of you.
Pulling out of you, he came to lay beside you. You breathing hard and deep. Breathless himself, he still managed to tease you.
“Baby, do you realize why I did this?”
You swallowed. “Yes, daddy.” You turned looking at him. Your eyes implored him. “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t say a word, he slid his hand down and cupped you. “This is mine, I chose when you cum right baby?”
You nodded, but he felt as you pressed against him. It made him smile. He loved when you showed how much you needed him.
He began caressing you, rubbing you just so. He relished, how you began to writhe beside him.
“That’s it. Show me.”
He leaned in close, “Cum for me baby. I want you cum all over my glove.”
“Yes, daddy.” You managed and arching you called out. You immediately wrapped yourself around him. He happily held you back.
“I had been so afraid daddy.”
He nodded. “No, one can get to me baby. You know that.”
He pressed a kiss onto your shoulder.
Your eyes met his. “I do, my worries got the best of me.”
“That’s why you are my sweet girl. The only one who truly worries about me.”
He pulled you close and swallowed. That shook him, he cared for you just as fiercely. He still wondered why or how you could, but all he knew is that he never wanted you to stop.
Summary: Dan and reader from Unlikely Delights are newly married. And…finally…finally Dan wants to be a daddy.
Warning: Breeding!Kink!, and squint and there is some overstimulation.
Dan, sat at his desk with his cheek in his hand. He looked his hand over. The delicate, golden ring encircled his finger. The two of you had only recently returned from the honeymoon. He was in a daze of happiness.
It had all started that fateful day where the two of you had been in a rush and literally bumped into each other. The two of you had been through so much. And now, now the two of you were man and wife.
A single, solitary thought managed to float its way over to him from you. It sliced him right in the heart.
Sure, being an uncle to Abra you knew he thought was wonderful. The children in Fraiser were a delight. But would, he ever actually want a child with you. You wondered. A sadness you felt over it, continued the pain that the thought brought.
The two of you had discussed it at some point, but that was when he had been still incredibly unsure of himself and what could he really give you. The idea of truly slipping was always there like a cold, dark shadow. What if more of his father or the shining line was in him and he’d turn into a monster. The idea had plagued him.
Now things were different.
Reaching out, a curiosity of his blushing bride grabbed him. What were you up to, he wondered.
He smiled as he watched you continued to unpack your suitcase. You stopped and glanced at your reflection holding up some of the island dresses, that had been so wonderfully wrapped around your curvy figure.
An idea struck him. Today, yes it would be the day. He would begin to work at the two of you becoming a mommy and daddy.
He pushed his chair and got up. He could go home, he only had five minutes left anyhow.
“Margret.” He beamed at the head nurse. “I’m gonna head out. We’re blessed with a quiet night.”
She peered at him over the rim of her glasses. “I’ll only let you go if you promise to grab your sweet bride flowers on the way home.”
He grinned. “With pleasure.” He headed to the locker room, grabbed his coat and headed out. Pulling up, he parked and went into the florist which was a mere block from their tiny but cozy home. He chose one that reminded him of all the bright flowers that had seen while on the island.
Going in, he slipped easily from his shoes and coat. “Honey? Where are you?” Your warmth greeted him.
“Upstairs.” Your sweet voice reached him.
Holding the bouquet, he climbed the steps. He stopped in the doorway. The last of the clothes were away, some hanging in the closet he noticed. “There is my blushing bride.” You giggled and went over to him.
Sighing, he wrapped an arm around you holding you close. He would never tire of how much he enjoyed the feel of your softness against him.
“I stopped and got a little something for you.” He whispered.
You smiled. “Is that a bouquet, I see?” You giggled
“Hey! You peaked.” You both giggled then.
He handed it to. “Oh this is so lovely.” You inhaled deeply. You smiled up at him. “And it smells divine.”
“Not as good as you.” He winked.
“Oh Dan.” You put the bouquet down and came back over to him. “Don’t think, I didn’t notice that you are a touch early.” He pulled you close. “I was about to start dinner.”
He shrugged, as he wrapped his other arm around you. “It can wait, I am very happy to have my wife in my arms.”
You trembled. “I will never tire of you saying that.”
“And I will never tire saying it.”
Your eyes shined, as you met his. Reaching up, he let his fingers gently brush some hair from your face.
“How was work?”
“Good.” He smiled. He drew closer to you, “So lovely.” He whispered.
“And so handsome.” You wonderfully echoed.
Your lips met then. So soft and sweet, how he loved kissing you. His hands drifted over you. His need to be with you once again, grabbed him hard. “Honey, go and lay down.”
A gentle smirk curled your lips, “Dan, I think you’ll have to come home early more often.”
He smiled. “It’s something to consider.”
Together, you moved until you were both on the bed. You reached up and help him slip off his scrub top and pants.
It wasn’t long before he helped you free of your skirt and blouse. “Oh my lovely girl, no bra or panties, huh?”
You flushed. “I was well..” He relished how your voice trailed off, but he then drank in the soft gasp that came from you. He let his fingers drifted up and nestle your warm center.
“It’s a good thing, I’m here isn’t it?” He began to caress you.” Your breath began to shorten.
“Yes. Dan..” You breathed.
He made a soft sound, as he caressed you deeper. You were already warm and very wet.
Your breath was warm as you began to arch into his touch. “Oh, is my honey feeling good hmm?” He slowed his touch.
“Yes, please..please.”
“What?” He picked up the pace of his fingers. “You will have to tell me.”
You licked your lips. “I am so close. Please.” You writhed under him.
You arched once again, stilling then you called out as he didn’t stop. You collapsed sweetly under him.
“How did that feel honey?”
“So good” You managed to pant out. He picked up the pace of his fingers once again.
“Do you think you can cum once more for me honey?”
Your eyes grew. “Yes.”
“Good then please do so.”
“But, but Dan what about you?”
“Right now, I want you to feel good.” His voice came out as a gentle purr. He loved seeing and making you feel so good.
It wasn’t long but soon, your body was looser and easier to bring to the height of pleasure.
He easily climbed over you and settled between your legs. “My lovely girl.” He relished how easily you opened to him. “Now, I need and want to be inside of you.”
“Yes, please.” You managed breathlessly.
He loved it. Looking down, your soft smile and the twinkle in your eyes pulled hard on his heart. Yes, now he want you to be the mommy of their child. The idea excited him further.
He met your eyes as he slid in. It pulled a moan from him. You felt so good.
He held you just so. Softly, still weakened by the pleasure he gave you but your arms wrapped around him.
It wasn’t long before he fell into his own pace. Trembles and shivers went down his back. Oh, it feel so good to be buried so deeply within you. He had managed to get as deep as be ever was.
“You feel so good. I love how you feel.”
“I love, love you Dan.” You whispered.
“And I…” He shook, he felt as if everything tightened within him. He could barely hold himself back. He moved just right. “And, I love you.” He whispered and gave himself up to it. He came hard within you. And he kept himself there deep within you. He hoped that perhaps even with this first time would be a success. He loved how your body fluttered about him. He was so deep.
He rested his forehead against one of your shoulders, still buried deeply within you. He pressed a few kisses, as his body calmed from trembling. It had felt so good to be in you.
He had not wanted to but he then slowly pulled out of you. “My sweet girl. My sweet girl.” Inwardly, he made a wish. As he went to lay beside you, he rest his hand on your tummy as he made the wish.
You put one of your hands over his. “I love having you that so deeply within me.”
“I’ll have to do it again soon.” He gave your shoulder a kiss.
