#hot dads

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐝𝐛𝐟!𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐚𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 (𝟐𝟎𝐬-𝟒𝟎𝐬), 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬,𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞.

Ben's smirk was dangerous as he pinned you against the bedroom door, the wood shaking under his weight. The muffled sounds of the birthday party, the ugly music, and the obnoxious laughter of people who couldn't care less seemed miles away as he held you close. His hands were gentle; one rested next to your head, the other gripped your thigh so tightly it left bruises.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he drawled, his voice dropping to that rough, raspy tone that made your knees buckle. "Now do you like it that we're alone? You looked so cute out there, being nice to all those jerks."

He leaned closer, the faint scent of whiskey and tobacco soaking into him like a second skin. His green eyes scanned your face with a hungry, predatory intensity. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he absolutely loved the feeling of power.

"Your old man would chop my head off if he saw the way you're looking at me right now," he muttered, grinning, pressing his muscular body against yours, letting you feel every inch of him. "But then again, he's not in this room, is he? Just you, me, and whatever nonsense you're thinking."

Ben's grip on your hips instantly tightened when he saw you bite your lip, his fingers digging into your skin with that rough, possessive strength that was always his. He wasn't some sensitive bastard who could ask nicely; he was a damn strong force of nature. When he saw you looking at him with those eyes, he didn't soften, but grew even hungrier.

He let out a low, throaty chuckle that vibrated against your chest as he mirrored your actions, biting his lower lip, his gaze darkening. "Fuck, you're really trying to provoke me, aren't you?" he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "This is too damn dangerous, baby. If you play with fire long enough, you'll burn alive."

His thumbs traced circles on your hipbones, applying just enough pressure to make you both conquer and moan. He loved that sound, that desperate, low moan that told him he had you in his hands. He leaned down, his nose brushing yours as he took in every inch of your face, his pupils dilated with something far more primal than mere tenderness.

"Do you think you can handle what comes next?" he asked, lowering his voice to a vulgar whisper.

You nod, looking at him with innocent puppy eyes. Ben didn't waste a second. His mouth descended on your neck, claiming it as his own, leaving hot, wet kisses that quickly turned into painful bites. "Fuck, you taste so damn good," he growled, pressing against your skin, his voice trembling with arousal. "I should have done this hours ago, instead of pretending to care about this stupid party."

His hand slid up, disappearing under the hem of your skirt. When his rough palm found your panties, he didn't hesitate, pressing hard to rub your clit through the thin fabric. "You're already dripping with desire, aren't you? Pathetic little thing." The harsh words should have stung, but hearing them from him as his thumb worked, you involuntarily arched your hips.

When you tried to squeeze your legs together—a reflex to either break free or pull him closer—he didn't let you. With the effortless strength of a man, he pressed one of his massive, muscular thighs between yours, pushing them apart. The sudden exposure made you gasp, leaving you completely defenseless against his touch.

"Don't you dare play with me, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath hot as he pressed his lips to yours again. "Just take it. You know exactly what you want from me." He increased the pressure, moving relentlessly in circles, watching your face, relishing every moan and every desperate movement you made, trying to cling to him.

The kiss was short and agonizing, his lips pressing desperately, hungrily against yours before he spun you around. You staggered, clutching the hard wooden door, gasping for breath. Before you could recover, Ben was beside you, his massive, hard chest pressed against your spine. The heat radiating from his body was insanely intense, like standing too close to a stove.

"Fuck, you're shaking like a leaf," he growled, brushing against your shoulder blade, his lips finding the sensitive skin. He bit down hard, adding another mark to the collection already adorning your neck. "Okay. Keep going, damn it."

You felt his hands slide down to your hips again, his fingers digging in with possessive cruelty, preparing to claim you. The metallic click of his belt buckle echoed through the quiet room, sounding like a fucking gunshot. The sound of his zipper unzipping made your stomach flip with anticipation.

"Hold on to that door, baby," he growled, lowering his voice to a low, dangerous tone. "Because I won't be gentle when I fuck you senseless."

You felt cool air brush your skin as he lifted your skirt above your waist. Then the unmistakable heat of his cock, thick and merciless, pressed against your entrance. He didn't tease; he didn't wait. With one powerful thrust of his hips, he slammed into you, filling you completely in one brutal thrust.

A strangled moan escaped your throat as your head fell forward, your forehead slamming against the door from his powerful impact. The fullness was overwhelming, stretching you to the absolute limit as he entered you completely. The sensation was overwhelming: thick, hot, and utterly dominant.

"Fuck... you're so fucking tight," Ben growled, his voice trembling with suppressed pleasure. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as his hips moved slowly and agonizingly against yours. "So fucking tight. Like you were made for this."

Each thrust was purposeful and agonizing, sending vibrations throughout your body. His hands moved from your hips to your waist, his fingers bruising your skin as he pressed you closer with each movement, ensuring there wasn't a single millimeter of space between your bodies.

"That's it, cry for me," he whispered darkly as you let out a broken moan. "Let everyone hear what you do to your father's best friend."

Every time you tried to scream, your voice turned into shrill moans that echoed off the bedroom walls. Ben was there to silence you. His large, calloused hand clamped down hard on your mouth, muffling your sounds with desperate, pathetic sobs. "Shh, shh, fuck... quiet, sweetheart," he growled in your ear, his breath hot and whiskey-soaked. "Don't want your old man to hear me break you, do you?"

His pace became damn relentless. He wasn't just fucking you anymore; he was pounding into you like he was trying to get to your fucking soul. Each thrust was deep, agonizing, and utterly mind-boggling, causing your vision to blur and your legs to tremble uncontrollably. The friction was intense, creating a pressure between your thighs that felt like it was about to explode.

"That's it, fuck... just take it like a good girl," he muttered, his voice dropping to a dirty, approving purr. "Such a good girl for me, taking every damn inch without complaining too loudly." The contradiction of his rough words combined with his approving tone triggered a new wave of arousal, causing you to arch your back against his firm chest.

Your climax hit like a freight train. You felt your muscles tighten around him, orgasm tearing through you in waves of helpless pleasure. Ben let out a guttural, primal roar against your neck, following you to the very edge, his hips slamming into you one last time with crushing force. He pinned you against the door as his own release washed over you, his body tensing like coiled steel. “Fuck... fuck...” he breathed out, his forehead falling onto your shoulder as he came, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven as he continued to pulse inside of you.

For several long minutes, the only sound in the room was the ragged, synchronized breathing. Ben pressed himself against you a little longer, letting the adrenaline slowly subside. When he finally pulled out, the sudden absence of his warmth left you empty and trembling.

But the violence vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Ben turned you around in his arms, pressing you to his chest with surprising strength. His rough hands cupped your face, and he placed gentle, lingering kisses on your cheeks and forehead. "Fuck, you were amazing," he whispered, his voice unusually soft, almost vulnerable. "Such a good girl for me. You handled that like a true champion." The praise felt like a drug, warm and intoxicating after the rough sex.

He helped you stay on your feet, his movements surprisingly efficient as he adjusted your skirt and helped you pull it back down. Then he stepped back to adjust his pants, the metallic click of his belt buckle marking the end of intimacy. Just when you thought he might stay, he stepped closer one last time, landing a sharp, searing slap on your buttock that made you cry out. "Ahh..Ben!"

"Don't make that face, baby. We're not done yet."

│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.