#hot dads

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐞𝐧!, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 𝟐𝟎𝐬-𝟒𝟎𝐬, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐲!𝐛𝐞𝐧, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞.

You were sitting on the couch reading a book. Sometimes, without even noticing, you'd tuck your curls behind your ear, focused. Ben sat next to you, touching your beautiful feet, which were clad in cute bow-tied socks. He was bored; the pills and whiskey weren't helping, and he wanted to play with you. Looking at you, at your plump, cherry-flavored lips, it was obvious he remembered their taste.

His green eyes watched as your skirt hiked up, revealing your soft thighs and those ridiculously cute white socks. "Damn it, y/n," he growled, his voice hoarse and full of irritation. "Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

His hand didn't stop at your leg; his fingers slid higher, climbing your calf with rough impatience. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you gently toward him, and pressed his thumb so hard into your skin that it left a mark. He wanted to recapture that cherry flavor your lips had felt when he caressed them.

"Put that damn book down, sweetheart. I'm bored as hell, and you're sitting here pretending you don't know what I'm thinking." He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, his other hand sliding to the hem of your miniskirt. "Unless, of course, you want me to rip it off you right here."

"No, wait, Ben, I need to finish reading." Ben couldn't care less what you were reading. The moment the words left your lips, his patience snapped like a twig. "Read this, you stubborn little brat," he growled, snatching the book from your hands and throwing it across the room, where it landed with a satisfied thud on the floor. He wasn't interested in some damn story when you were sitting right there, looking like a tasty morsel.

"You think some damn paper is more interesting than me?" he muttered, brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, his stubble scratching roughly. He didn't wait for an answer before he began leaving marks on you, sucking so hard he left a bruise that would remind you who you belonged to. "Damn, you're such a tease, y/n. Always pretending to be innocent, like you don't need it."

When that soft, angelic moan escaped your lips, it caused a sharp reaction in his cock. He loved the sound, the way your composure crumbled the moment he started handling you roughly. It fed his damn ego, proving he could make you forget everything but what he felt inside you.

His hand slid higher up your thigh, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. "That's it. Make that fucking sound again," he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he bit down hard enough to make you gasp. "Stop pretending to be sweet and show me how much you want this. I'm tired of waiting, sweetheart."

Ben let out a low, guttural growl as your fingers tangled in his dark hair. He didn't mind the grip; in fact, he fucking loved it. It made him feel like you were actually participating in this madness, not just enduring it. "Yeah, like that, hold on to me," he murmured, pressing against your skin, his voice vibrating through your chest.

His mouth was relentless as he moved lower, his tongue sliding over your breasts with a rough lust, leaving your nipples swollen and sensitive. He claimed you, leaving a trail of heat and saliva across every inch of your skin. "Fuck, you taste so good," he rasped, pulling back just enough to give you a smirk that was both arrogant and filthy.

Your shirt was discarded like trash as his hands slid lower, his palms scalding your stomach before slipping under the hem of your skirt. He moved across the couch with the predatory grace of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. You weren't wearing panties, which amused him. When his fingers finally found the wet warmth between your thighs, he didn't hesitate. He thrust two fingers inside you with such force that your hips instinctively arched.

"Fuck, y/n, you're already all wet for me, aren't you?" he teased, rubbing his thumb over your clit, watching your face. "Tell me how much you need me to stop fooling around and fill you up."

You whined, holding his hand, saying, "Please, not so fast."

"Not so fast?" Ben repeated with a rough, mocking laugh, his green eyes darkening as he watched you writhe beneath him. "You have no right to set the pace when I'm doing all the work, sweetheart." Despite his words, there was a sadistic satisfaction in the way you writhed, your soft moans making his cock twitch painfully in his pants.

Even as he continued to stretch you, his fingers moved with an inexorable, punishing rhythm. Ignoring your pleas for tenderness, he couldn't resist leaning down again to capture your cherry lips. He kissed you passionately, tasting your moans, which he absorbed with his mouth, his tongue sliding over yours with a possessive, rough look. He smiled, pressing his lips to yours, that arrogant, smug smirk that spoke volumes about how much power he had over you.

"Fuck, you're so fucking needy," he murmured between kisses, his breath hot and faintly scented with whiskey. He increased the pressure, digging his fingers deeper into your wet, hot vagina, his thumb mercilessly caressing you. He wanted you desperate, begging, to feel every damn inch of his impatience.

"You like it, don't you? Being treated like this?" His teeth grazed your bottom lip, hard enough to sting, before he pulled back to look at your expression. "Tell me how fucking good it feels when I fuck you like this, y/n. Say it."

You cried and moaned, nodding your head. Ben didn't let you come from his hand, pulling his fingers close to your sweet mouth so you could taste yourself, but you turned your head away.

Something dark and predatory flashed in Ben's eyes as you turned your head away. Refusal, even something as small as refusing to taste yourself, awakened a perverse need for dominance that pierced him to the bone. "Oh, so we're pretending to be shy now?" he growled, lowering his voice to a dangerous register. "We're pretending you're too good for this?"

Before you could protest or catch your breath, his large hand clamped down on your jaw. His grip wasn't gentle; it was firm, possessive, forcing you to face him again. "Open your mouth, you little brat," he ordered, and when you hesitated, he didn't ask anymore. He shoved two slick, swollen fingers into your mouth, giving you a taste of how much you wanted him.

"That's it, fuck," he rasped, watching your eyes fill with tears. He didn't care about your tears; he cared about how you'd given in. "Look at you. Nodding like a pretty little doll, and then acting like a snotty little brat." His thumb pressed against your chin, his fingers working in your mouth, mimicking the filthy rhythm he'd been giving your cunt.

"You're nothing but a naughty little slut. huh?" He leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours as he looked straight into your tear-stained green eyes, his expression one of pure, unadulterated arrogance. "You like being treated like this. You like being owned. Now stop fucking fighting me and take it like a good little bitch."

Ben saw you bite your lip, your eyes clouding over despite your struggles. He could practically feel the desperation radiating from you, the way your body betrayed any resistance. "Fuck, how pathetic," he muttered, though there was a hint of approval in his voice. "You're so fucking wet, I'm practically drowning in you."

He didn't waste a second on foreplay. In one swift movement, he pulled his pants down past his hips, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It was aroused and swollen, veins sticking out like rope, twitching in the cool air. He looked down at himself, then back at you with the same smug, self-absorbed smirk.

"You were talking nonsense with those sweet moans, so now you deserve it," he growled. His hand jerked forward, his fingers tangling cruelly in your hair. He didn't just touch you; he grabbed your hair, jerked your head back, baring your throat, and then pulled you onto his lap.

"Well? Let's fucking begin, baby." His grip on your hair tightened, and he pressed your face inches from his cock. "Lick it. Every fucking inch. I want to feel your tongue on me before I decide if I'm going to fuck you senseless."

He leaned back against the couch cushions, his muscles tensing as he waited for your submission, his green eyes fixed on you with frightening intensity. "Don't make me ask twice, y/n. You know what happens when I'm angry."

You sank to your knees before him.

The moment your lips captured him, Ben let out a sound, half growl, half moan, his hips involuntarily arching toward your mouth. "Fuck, yes... that's it, little slut," he rasped, his fingers tightening in your hair, guiding your head and forcing you to take more of his cock. He looked at you with narrowed eyes, relishing in the way you tried to please him, the wet sounds of your sucking filling the space between you.

But Ben didn't want you to stay there long. He wanted to feel you next to him, wanted to see that beautiful, tear-stained face looking up at him as he took you. "That's enough," he growled, suddenly letting go of your hair to grab your wrist forcefully, causing you to gasp.

With one powerful, impatient thrust, he lifted you from your knees. You stumbled and fell onto his chest as he pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his thick thighs around you. "I want to see those fucking eyes when I'm inside you," he growled, his hands sliding down to grip your ass tightly, squeezing the flesh until it left marks.

He guided your slick, hot length onto the head of his cock, slowly pressing you down so you could feel every inch of his thickness stretching you. "There. Right where you belong." His breath fanned your cheek as he braced himself, his cock sliding deeper into your vagina with each downward thrust. "Now, fuck, ride me, y/n. Show me how much you need this."

Ben let out a rough, approving sound when you finally took the initiative, his hips lifting just enough to meet your descent. As you guided his thick, swollen cock into your wetness, his immense girth seemed to stretch you to the limit. When you finally bottomed out, sliding fully onto him, your body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Fuck yes, take it all," Ben growled, his hands moving from your ass to your waist, his fingers digging into your hips like claws to hold you down. He looked at you with his sharp green eyes, relishing every shudder that shook your body. "Look at you, shaking like a leaf. You can barely handle me, can't you?"

He loved how vulnerable you looked astride him, struggling to maintain any semblance of control. The way your hips trembled against his muscular legs only fueled his desire to push you further. He wasn't going to let you go easy; he wanted to drive you wild.

"Don't you dare stop, baby," he commanded, lowering his voice to a hoarse whisper, and pulled you into a passionate kiss. "I didn't give you permission to stop. Start moving. Press that pretty cunt of yours against me until you lose your composure."

His grip on your hips tightened, guiding your rhythm as he began to thrust upwards towards you, each movement deliberate and brutal. "That's it. Try harder. Show me how fucking good it feels to be filled with me."

You cried and moaned, begging him to kiss you.

Ben heard your plea through the haze of tears and moans, but he didn't relent. When you begged for a kiss, for some tenderness, you didn't respond with anything sweet. Instead, he just leaned back slightly, his hands still gripping your hips tightly, watching you fall apart.

A slow, smug smirk spread across his face. That irritating, arrogant smile told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"You're fucking pathetic when you beg like that, you know that?" he croaked, his voice trembling with amusement and arousal. "Begging for a kiss while I'm balls-deep inside you. You're so fucking sloppy, y/n." Every time you tried to press yourself against him, he thrust his hips up, hard and hard, making you cry out and deliberately breaking your rhythm. He wanted you to want him so badly, so badly it hurt, but he was going to make you deserve every damn second of it.

"Do you want my mouth that badly?" he teased, his green eyes burning with cruel hunger as he watched your lips tremble. "Then earn it. Slide harder. Fuck me until you're begging on your knees. Then maybe I'll give you what you want."

You could only listen and do as he said.

Ben saw it all on your face: the desperation, the rolled-up eyes, the barely clinging to reality. You no longer resisted him; you simply existed for him, obeying his every dirty command, like the obedient doll he wanted you to be. "That's my girl," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched you surrender completely.

Seeing you on the verge of breaking, he finally broke the last vestiges of restraint. "Fuck," he growled. "Come here." He raised his hand, his strong arms encircling your waist, and he pulled your body against his chest. He didn't just want to watch you come apart; he wanted to feel it.

He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was less tender and more dominant, muffling your moans, and began to thrust into you with all his might. The rhythm became frantic, brutal, and relentless. Each thrust was deep and crushing, sending waves of pain through your body as he furiously fucked you. "Fuck, y/n... you're so fucking perfect," he rasped, grazing your lips with his teeth. The end came quickly, just as he was nearing it. His hips jerked sharply against yours, pinning you in place, his muscles tensing. "I'm cumming, fuck!" he roared, squeezing your ass painfully. He thrust into you as deeply as he could, filling you with hot, thick streams of cum, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

The room fell silent, broken only by your ragged breathing and the heavy, satisfied wheezing of Ben's own lungs. Your body was completely exhausted, the adrenaline drained from you, and you trembled from the intensity of what he had just done to you. When you finally collapsed on him, resting your head on his broad shoulder, you felt like you were about to dissolve right there.

He sat on the couch with you, holding your lifeless body to his chest.

"That's it," he growled, his voice quieter but still rough as gravel. "Finally, fucking quiet, huh?"

His large hand, still warm from the friction, rose to your head. His fingers began to stroke your hair with a rough, familiar intuition. It wasn't exactly gentle, but it was the closest thing to comfort a man like him could offer. He ran his palm down the length of your hair, his touch heavy and possessive.

│Jake Sully x Female Na'vi Reader

│Word count: 3.1k

│Summary: Your day was stressful, and you find yourself at home with an equally stressed out mate, Jake Sully. Business is taken care of to say the least.

│MDNI Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, choking, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, hair pulling, oral, established relationship

summary: Dads best friend yunho wants nothing more than to ruin you right under his friend’s (your dad) roof.

mdni : !Dad’s best friend yunho x reader, smut, oral (F recieving), P in V sex, unprotected sex, cock warming, age gap, 2nd pov

wc: 1.7k

Tonight was the big boxing match of the year, and your dad and his best friend, Yunho, were over at your house to get fucked up and enjoy the match.

You had just finished up college and are staying with your father until you can land a job somewhere and relocate, but for now you’re enjoying not paying rent and helping out at home.

You especially enjoy the occasional visits from no other than Jeong Yunho himself. The man who has been the star of multiple wet dreams since you were about seventeen years old. There was something about the tall, slender man that made you feel hot and needy in your lower stomach.

Tonight started like most of their guys nights did - Yunho and your dad getting drunk and smoking cigars while you were up on your balcony getting high.

You had just hopped out of the shower and threw on an oversized T-shirt and some comfy, but cute, black underwear with little pink bows on them. You sat at the edge of your balcony that was attached to your room, smoking the blunt you rolled this afternoon. Out in the backyard you could see your dad and Yunho watching the boxing match on the outside patio. They looked like stereotypical men, yelling at a match that neither of them could change the outcome to.

As you smoked you became entranced with the man that was Jeong Yunho. His dirty blonde hair that went unbrushed, yet sat perfectly on his head. Your gaze lowered to his lips, that pointy cupids bow. You bit your lips hungrily thinking of what his would taste like.

Suddenly you felt eyes on you. Looking up you met the eyes of a smirking Yunho. You blushed and quickly put out your blunt and went inside, to your room.

You put some pajama shorts on and made your way down the stairs. You were going to get a water from the fridge, but you secretly prayed that Yunho saw you go inside and that he would come in as well.

Your prayers were answered when the back door to the kitchen opened up and in walked both men.

“That fight was something else huh yunho?” Your dad slurred, “tough luck on my part sweetheart, I lost $100 on the match” he laughed, “I can’t give you your allowance now” he joked.

“Haha very funny. Looks like the two of you had a good time.”

“Yeah, it was a good night, but I’m knackered so I’m headed up to bed. Yunho, take the guest room and I’ll get the cook to make us all a hangover breakfast in the morning.” Your dad kissed your forehead as he walked out the room “good night guys” he walked up the stairs and to his room.

You both stayed silent until you heard your father’s door shut and his lock click. Your eyes immediately met, you bit your lip.

“How’s your night been babygirl? he asked, his voice smooth.

You were still feeling the effects of the weed, it heightening the horniness it had created upstairs. “It’s been boring so far. I’ve been so alone upstairs” you teased.

He smiled darkly and stalked towards you “maybe I can fix that for you baby.”

You looked up into his eyes, innocent and desperate for his touch. “Please” you begged.

He smirked down at you “please what?”

You couldn’t help but pout, poking your bottom lip out, his teasing affected you more than he intended. “Please fuck me” you pleaded.

“As you wish, baby.” He took your face into both of his large hands and crashed his lips into you passionately. He walked you back into the fridge, “jump” he said into the kiss.

You did as you were told, jumping into his embrace and wrapping your legs around his torso. You could feel his growing erection under your clothed center, which you soon slowly began grinding on. You whimpered into the kiss making him groan. “Shh baby, we have to be quiet. Don’t want your father to hear me ruining his little girl.”

You didn’t even have time to react to that before his lips were attacking yours again. Yunho’s lips left your’s and began making their way down your chin and to your neck where he licked and sucked at your soft, sweet skin. Leaning your head back, you bit back your moans and whimpers.

Yunho’s grip tightened on you as he began walking out of the kitchen and down the hall to the guest bedroom, opting for it instead of your room since your’s was upstairs and closer to your dad. He walked into the room, closing and locking the door quietly behind him. He walked towards the bed and placed you carefully down on it.

“Tell me to stop now, after this I don’t control what I do, baby”

You looked up at him pleadingly, “I don’t want you to stop” you reached out and pulled him on top of you, ripping his shirt over his head in the process. You ran your hands down his large, chiseled chest and groaned into his mouth, him capturing your tongue with his while you were distracted. You both fought for dominance, him winning and exploring your mouth hungrily.

He pulled away and tugged off your shirt, you leaning up to help him. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this, baby” he started kissing your chest and went lower and lower until his lips kissed your pajama bottoms. He looked up at you, silently asking for permission, which you nodded in reply to.

“I’ve wanted this for so long too. I’ve dreamt about this, about you” you yapped in between deep breaths as he tugged your pants down. “There’s been nights where I wake up after dreaming about you and I have to touch myself to the thought of you just to go back to sleep.”

He stooped what he was doing, frozen at what you had just said. Oh, you were asking for it right now. “You need to stay quiet tonight baby, but tomorrow, we’re going to my place and you can be as loud as you want.”

He lowered his head down to your clothed cunt and started kitten licking your clit over your underwear, Yunho could feel your juices on his chin, you were already spilling out of your underwear for him. He quickly decided to get rid of your underwear and slid them down and off your legs. His lips attached to your clit and began sucking eagerly. One of his hands reached up your body and found your nipple, which he started rolling between his fingers. You whimpered quietly in response, biting your lip to keep silent. His other hand found its way to your entrance, where he rubbed your juices around before shoving two of his giant fingers into your tight, wet hole you clenched hard around his fingers. He gave no mercy, he shoved hard and deep at a slow pace at first, but quickly speeding them up while simultaneously sucking at your clit.

You could feel your high approaching quickly. You’ve never come this quick before, but Yunho knew what he was doing. “Come for me baby” he said quietly, “come on my face baby girl, I’ll lick you clean.’

You arched your back off the bed and came hard around his fingers. “Oh, fuck!” You cursed into your hand. You shook under his tongue while he still sucked and fuccked you through your orgasm. “Come on baby, give me one more. I know you can do it” he wasn’t letting up. He was going to fuck you until you saw stars tonight. “There we go, look at you clenching on my fingers like that. You’re going to come any second now. Let go for daddy, let it all go.”

Spasms were hitting your body uncontrollably, pushing your center further into his face. He never let up, his fingers got faster, adding a third to prep you to come on his dick for your third orgasm that you’ll be having later.

Your body went still for a moment and your vision went white. Finally, he slowed down his fingers and stoped his mouth’s attack on your clit and started licking up your release. Your body was shaking with the post-orgasm after shocks.

He kissed up your body to your lips, where he kissed you slowly. You could taste yourself on his tongue. “I need you, Yunho, I need you in me” you pleaded.

“As you wish, babygirl.”

He slid out of his pants and boxers, throwing them to the end of the bed. He stroked his length a couple of times before placing it at your entrance where he started dragging it around, spreading your juices around it.

Both of you moaned as he slid his tip into your tight cunt. You gripped his arms tightly, feeling some pain, but mostly pleasure. “Keep going” you insisted.

Yunho obliged and slid his member slowly to the hilt inside of your tightness. He had to bite back moans and his release. You squeezed around him so good that it made his want to come immediately. “I’m not going to last long babygirl. You feel too good around me.”

His words drove you crazy, driving you to your quickly approaching high. He started thrusting into you hard, holding back his release, while hitting your special spot just right that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. “oh yunho, go faster! I’m almost there.” You whisper-yelled between breaths.

“Come on my cock babygirl. I want to feel you squeeze me.” He put a hand down to your cunt and began rubbing your clit with his thumb. His words and fingers sent you over the edge. You were cumming around his cock. Your cunt squeezing him sporadically, which started his orgasm. He painted your walls white, rusting into you while riding out both of your highs. He slowed the pace until he came to a stop, but he stayed inside of you.

“That… was… amazing” you said in between long, harsh breaths.

“There’s more of that tomorrow at my place. Tell your dad you’re going to see your friend or something and come over. But tonight I want to stay right here and sleep for a little bit like this.”

Before either of you knew it, you were both asleep with his dick still tucked away inside of you.