#marvel daddy

You knew the look. The one Chris gave you when he was done playing with you. You’ve seen it at home, restaurants, premieres. You remembered it well, when it led to him bending you over a bathroom sink in his childhood home. His family would be laughing and talking in the next room over, and his cock would be buried deep in your guts, with his fingers shoved down your throat daring you to make a sound. “Better shut the fuck up sweetheart, before I open the door and let my Ma see just how much of a whore you are.”

You loved it though, teasing him to the point of no return. Things were different when he snapped. Chris was rough. Feral. Animalistic.

So when he told you he was taking you out Friday night you put a plan into motion. On your lunch break that afternoon instead of meeting your girls for lunch, you made two stops. First to buy the cute little black dress with the flared skirt you’d been eyeing for weeks. Second was more of a novelty, the color matching your dress except for the sparkling jewel nestled at the back end. Tonight was going to be fun to say the least.

Chris whistles as you saunter down the stairs. “Sweetheart, you look gorgeous,” he softly kisses your lips, his eyebrow raising in question when he gives your bottom a playful squeeze. “No panties tonight?”

“Come on Christopher,” winking as you draw out his name. “Can’t be late for our dinner reservation.” Sashaying out the door, he rushes around you so he can open your car door. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Chris’ eyes are filled with a warning. “You’re playing a dangerous game sweetheart.”

“This is exactly what I needed after a long week,” you whisper into Chris’ ear as you swivel your hips to the music, grinding down onto his pelvis as you straddle his lap. Chris brought you to an exclusive club after dinner, members only. Away from prying eyes of the public, where you and he could let your guard down. People belonging to this club paid for privacy.

You giggle when he sucks a bruise into your neck, his beard tickling the side of your face. “I’m going to grab us another round,” he husks in your ear, grabbing the empty glass from your hand. He helps set you on the plush sofa of your private table before you watch his frame retreat in the direction of the bar.

You’re feeling good. The alcohol is buzzing through your veins, giving you the courage to do what you are about to do. Hopefully you will motivate Chris to take you home and fuck you senseless, and remind you that you belong to him.

Moving to the melody, you cross the room, the balcony overlooking the main dance floor within reach. It’s packed with people. The strobe lights illuminating every dark corner, shining through the glass floor of the balcony like a spotlight.

That’s right. The balcony was glass, and you’re about to give everyone a show.

Closing your eyes you move and sway, getting lost in the music. A smile creeps up on your lips as you imagine the view everyone on the ground floor is getting, especially as you drop it low and bring your ass up slowly. You wonder if the lights are catching the sparkling jewel in…

A firm hand yanks you back by your hair, and Chris’ face comes into view. His eyes are darker, not his normal shade of blue. The look on his face makes you gasp. This was a look you hadn’t seen. “What do you think you’re doing sweetheart?” Chris spits in your ear, his other hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

“Dancing,” you squeak. A sharp slap to your bare pussy brings you to your knees. Chris’ frame hulks over yours, a dark smirk forming on his face.

Chris releases your hair, slowly circling you. You know better than to move, so you wait, the hard floors of the club bruising your knees as you anticipate his next command. He comes back into view, bending and bringing his face close to yours. Hooking a finger under your chin, he raises your eyes to his. “Assume the position. Over there.” He points to the sofa. You try to scramble to your feet, but his firm hand in the middle of your back keeps you in place. “Crawl.”

You move slowly, one hand in front of the other, your cunt clenching as you reach your destination. You splayed your hands across the cushions, arching your back and popping your ass out the way you know Chris likes. You feel him behind you, his fingers dancing up the back of your leg. “I think 20 should suffice.”

You go rigid. Chris always threatened to punish you publicly, but it never actually happened. He can’t be serious. “Chr..Chris..” you stammer, shifting your weight back and forth on each leg. “You’re not really going to punish me here are you?”

Chris scoffs, kneeling at your side. “You had no problem showing everyone your whore holes a few minutes ago, sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly, flipping your skirt over your ass. Sucking in a breath, he finally sees what you have been hiding from him for most of the night.

“What have we here?” He purrs, spreading apart your cheeks and brushing against the back of the butt plug with his thumb. “What a pretty little accessory you have inside you sweetheart.” Chris smooths his hands over the skin of your butt, following the path of your inner thighs, brushing ever so lightly over your puffy lips.

“I’ve always loved how you’re so responsive to me,” Chris watches your trembling frame, his fingers ghosting along different parts of exposed skin. Coming full circle he’s back at your behind, kneading and pulling at each globe. “I wish that I could be worshipping you sweetheart, but you’re not going to learn your lesson if I show you mercy.”

His large hands push your legs further apart, pulling at your hips to raise your ass higher in the air. His last adjustment is to squeeze the back of your neck, guiding you to turn your face to the side while he pushes it into the soft couch cushion. You’re completely exposed, anyone walking by your table could see the most intimate part of you but you didn’t care.

“I want you to count them out sweetheart. Don’t be shy.”

The first sting hits your backside and zips throughout your body. “One!” The second hits the other side with the same amount of force. “Two!” You cry out, hands opening and closing around nothing. You count each blow as Chris alternates from each side. Your skin is on fire, but it’s no match for the flame that’s burning deep within your belly.

“Twenty!” Your body sags against the sofa as Chris soothes your burning flesh. Soft kisses pepper your behind, quite the contrast to the punishment given seconds before. Moving to get up, another spank stops you in your tracks.

“Oh no sweetheart, we aren’t done.” He dips his fingers into your soaked cunt, and hums in approval when he pulls out his fingers coated in your white cream. “Since you were so determined to show everyone how much of a slut you are, I’m going to help you.” Chris’ belt clinks behind you sending a shiver up your spine. “I’m going to show everyone just how much of a whore you are.”

A moan falls from your lips when you feel Chris jiggle the butt plug seated in your back passage. He pulls it out slowly, and you feel some of the copious amount of lubricant you used drip down your pussy lips. “As much as I love hearing all of the pretty sounds you make,” He taps the plug against your lips. “I want to challenge you just a little bit more sweetheart. Now open.”

Your jaw goes slack and Chris pushes the plug into your waiting mouth, your slick seeping out of your cunt, making a mess of your folds. “It’s too bad your first ass to mouth isn’t with my cock,” Chris laments, making his move to situate himself behind you.

Chris lubes his length with your arousal before the throbbing head of his cock is prodding around your rear entry. “Only good girls get cocks in their cunts,” he huffs as he sinks into you. “But maybe if you show me how well you take it your needy hole might get my fingers.”

He starts slow at first, savoring the way your asshole chokes him, allowing you to get used to the stretch. But soon he’s built up a steady rhythm, each snap of his hips sending your senses into overdrive. “Sweetheart, wish you could see the way your ass jiggles for me.” Chris’s fingers grasp on to your hips so tightly, you relish knowing that you are going to be marked for days on end. “So fuckin good..” he trails off his breathing labored.

Just when you think you can’t take anymore, Chris reaches around your body, and without hesitation sinks two fingers into your sloppy cunt. Never before have you felt so full, his fingers keeping pace with his cock and curling against that sweet spot he expertly always finds.

You’re a wreck, drool flowing around the butt plug and soaking the material below you. Your only focus is on Chris fucking you stupid, and the coil swiftly tightening with every thrust of his cock and curling motion of his fingers. You’re so close, you can taste the sweet release on your tongue, and you know with Chris, your body is in the most amazing hands.

As if on cue, Chris wraps himself over your body, wrapping his hand around your throat with his free hand, to bring the shell of your ear to his lips. “Don’t disappoint your audience sweetheart,” Chris whispers. “Come for me… for them, right fucking now.”

You shatter, your entire being shaking from the powerful release overtaking you. Chris is relentless, fucking you through wave after wave until you go slack from exhaustion. He has to hold you to him while he chases his release, finally stilling and emptying rope after rope of hot, sticky cum deep inside you. After you both take the time to catch your breath Chris pulls out of your rear entry, and his cum drips out of you coating your cunt’s lips. Pushing what he can back in, he pulls the plug from your mouth and pushes it back into your ass. “Gotta make sure we don’t waste any, right sweetheart?”

You “harumph” as Chris cleans you as best as possible with cocktail napkins, smoothing your skirt down before gathering you in his arms and carrying you to the private elevator and the waiting car below. Once settled in the passenger seat he clips your seatbelt in for you and places his jacket around you for comfort. You curl up, satisfied, ready to doze off on the way home, the hum of the engine rocking you to sleep as Chris pulls away from the curb.

You hear him on the phone behind you, enthralled in the conversation. The way his thumb gently strokes your side, you know that he knows you are trying to be a good girl for him.

Shifting your body, you lose your balance and catch yourself on the edge of his desk. Leaning back into him, you swallow a moan as the head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot. Quickly, both of his hands grip your hips locking you into place.

Slow cat licks over your clit make jolts of pleasurable pain course through you as Steve brings you down from another high. Your inner thighs are red, burning from where his beard rubs against your tender flesh.

Your breath hitches in your throat as Steve scrapes his beard over your mound and up your tummy. Making his way between your breasts and over your chin he takes your lips with his, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

“Steve.” You squeak, your voice a pathetic whimper. “Steve please, no more.”

Steve chuckles deeply as he gently swipes a wayward tear from your face. “Sweetheart, you should have thought of that before disobeying me.”

Pushing himself to his feet Steve firmly grabs your hips and flips you from your back onto your knees. He pulls your legs apart, making room for himself before sliding onto his back. Positioning himself under your sopping cunt, he slides two fingers into your channel, immediately curling against your sweet spot. Kissing the heated skin of your thighs, he smirks as he hears you suck your breath between your teeth.

“You’re not going to be able to put your legs together without thinking of me for at least a week,” Steve laments before licking a stripe up your slit. He wraps his arm around your waist when you try and wiggle away, any touch overwhelming to your overworked and overly sensitive cunt.

He impales you from behind. Each stroke deep into your overworked cunt. Reaching between your two bodies, he adjusts the wand that’s strapped to your inner thigh. Working it over your puffy lips, he places it atop your clit.

“Please Chris!” You beg jolting forward, his cock slipping almost completely out of you. “I can’t take anymore!”

Catching you by surprise Steve pulls your head back by your hair, enveloping your lips with his. His free hand wrapping around your neck massaging your pulse points.

Breaking the kiss, he untangles from your locks. Making quick work of ripping off your panties, the only garment underneath the white t- shirt you wear - one of his you made your own long ago.

You hear the drag of his zipper before the familiar feeling of the head of his cock nudging your folds apart. “Ready or not sweetheart, I’m taking what I need.”

Bracing yourself against the kitchen sink, the dishes are long forgotten. Steve sheaths himself fully into your cunt on the first thrust. He gives you no time to adjust to his backbreaking pace, skin against skin echoing off the walls. Steve’s thrusting into you so hard you falter, your hands splashing into the warm soapy water. The backsplash soaks the entire front of your shirt.

Steve wraps himself around your body grabbing your tits and squeezing. Pulling you flush against his chest, he nips at your ear. “What have I told you about making a mess?”

He gives you no reprieve, the head of his cock mercilessly rubbing against your sweet spot over and over. Before long, your orgasm rips through you like lighting, milking Steve’s cock until he shoots his seed deep within your womb.

Steve pulls his cock from your cunt. You know you’re supposed to be a good girl and hold all of his spend inside of you, but you’re so thoroughly fucked. Every single muscle in your body is like jelly. You feel his cum drip out of you, some running down your legs, some hitting the tile below.

Looking down at the small puddle, Steve grips the back of your neck, forcing you to your knees. “Good girls clean up their messes,” he hisses, guiding you to lean over. “Clean it up.”

Sticking out your tongue, you lick at Steve’s spunk on the floor. Relishing in the sweet tang of his liquid, you tongue around the spot with long careful licks, ensuring you haven’t missed a drop.

When you’re done, you sit back on your haunches, your mouth hanging open to show Steve you have swallowed it all. “Good girl.” He praises, tracing your lips with his thumb.

Gathering you in his arms, he sets you down in your master bathroom, filling up the tub. “Let’s relax for a bit sweetheart,” he pulls your wet shirt over head, adding his suit to the pile.

Returning to the kitchen you grab two wine glasses from the cabinet, setting them on the counter. Turning to your wine rack, you select a bottle of red. “ This will do.” You whisper to yourself, thankful the bottle was a screw top and not a cork. You didn’t realise your hands were shaking until the top of the bottle clinked against the rim of the glass. Setting the bottle next to the glass, you blew out a breath. “Get it together, Y/N,” you chide yourself. You just finished pouring a glass of wine when a knock at your door causes you to jump.

Practically skipping to the door, you take a peek through the peephole. You could make out broad shoulders, and most of his face was hidden by a Boston Red Sox hat. But with the beard peeking out below the brim you could tell it was him. Taking a deep breath you unlock the door and slowly open it.

“Hi.” Your voice was breathless, and you were happy to see him break out a smile.

“Hi.” His voice had a hint of coyness, but you could detect the seduction behind it. You both stand there in silence. Smiling at each other unmoving, when Chris snickered.

“Are you going to invite me in sweetheart?”

Stepping aside and pulling the door with you, you motion for him to come inside. “Please come in.” As Chris steps through the door you catch a whiff of his cologne. It’s a fresh woodsy scent, masculine. It fit him perfectly.

Closing the door you lean against it, drinking in the sight of the man before you. He had the bluest eyes you could get lost in. He was wearing a tight henley shirt. It left nothing to the imagination, you could see every ripple of sculpted muscle underneath. Long legs in dark jeans. Seeing him in photos and over video chat didn’t do the man standing before you justice. He. Was. Gorgeous.

“Do you like what you see sweetheart?” Chris smirks, taking his hat off. Running a hand through his dark head of hair, tossing his hat on the small table in your foyer. In one stride he is on you, his frame pressing yours against the door. His right hand slides up the smooth skin of your neck, his thumb massaging over your pulse point.

“Do you like what you see?” Chris asks you again. His face so close to yours,his hot breath fans your face.

“Ye... Yes,” you stammer, and Chris takes that as an invitation to savagely crash his lips to yours. Hands are grabbing everywhere. Your fingers find the hem of his shirt, and your kiss breaks just long enough to lift his shirt over his head and throw it to the floor. His large hands kneading both of your breasts, before pulling at the neckline of your tank top so they spill over. His fingers tease your nipples as you fiddle with the thin red belt on his jeans. Chris pulls back, his gaze fixed on you as he slowly slides his jeans down his legs, and soon they join his shirt on the floor. You follow suit, discarding your yoga pants and revealing your decision to forgo wearing any panties tonight.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.’ Chris steps forward and takes your hand, pressing it to his hard length. “I’ve been thinking about the many things I want to do to your body, and how many times I’m going to split you open with my cock.”

Biting your bottom lip you stifle a moan. You feel your arousal making your folds slick from Chris’ words. Gripping Chris’ cock causes his hips to jerk forward, and he grunts at the sensation of being enveloped.

Capturing your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilts your head up forcing you to make eye contact. His stare is almost animalistic, his blue eyes so dark with lust they’re almost black. “Do you want me to fuck you Y/N.”

“Yes,” you swallow, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Louder, sweetheart,’ Chris commands, tangling a hand in your hair.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me Chris!” You exclaim, and you can hear the heavy thud of your heart ringing in your ears.

Chris spins you around, dropping his grip from your hair and moving it to the back of your neck. He leads you to your staircase climbing a few steps before abruptly stopping your ascent when you reach the landing. You feel his lips lightly ghosting your cheek, before the low octave of his voice resounds in your ear. “Get on your knees and bend over for me.”

You quickly do as you’re told. Remembering how Chris praised you with “Good Girl” whenever you dutifully followed his commands, and here you are yearning for that same type of praise. Your knees hit the carpeted stairs, and you lean forward splaying your hands out palms flat on the landing. Inching your knees apart, you spread your legs wide tilting your hips upwards. The cool air hits your drenched core as you lay your cheek flat against the carpet. Anticipation shudders through you as you wait on full display for the man behind you.

Chris smooths his palms over the skin of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to get a better look at his prize. “I see that you have been paying attention during our conversations.” Chris’ hands dip underneath the curves of your cheeks. The fingers of his right hand seeking out your cunt while the left keeps you spread wide. “Such a good girl getting right into position for me, such a good slut.”

You sigh, Chris’ praising shooting straight to your cunt, the clenching and throbbing causing a fresh wave of slick to leak down your labia and inner thighs. He gathers some on his fingers, rubbing it around your lips and up to your clit. Grinding against his hand you whine as he takes it away and to his mouth, hearing the wet sound of his tongue licking your juices off each digit.

“Sweetheart you’re dripping,” you look over your shoulder to see Chris stepping out of his tented boxers, his cock standing at attention, bobbing as it springs free. “You’re making such a mess already.”

Chris slates himself behind you, rubbing his cock along your crack. Sliding it through your pussy lips,he gets himself lubed up with your slick, as he lines himself up with your entrance. Sliding the head of his cock into your cunt he pulls it right back out. Teasing you, he does this a few more agonizing times until you are writhing underneath him. You push your ass back onto him silently pleading to him to fill you to the brim.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart,” Chris scolds, letting a few inches of his cock rest in your cunt. “Tell me what you want.”

“Chris I need you to fuck me!” your voice echoes around the room, unrecognizable to you. You’ve never been this needy for a man to take what he wanted from you before. There was just something about this man that brought out the wanton whore in you. And you liked it.

Chris grips your shoulder and pushes into you slowly. You throw your head back savoring the sweet stretch as he bottoms out. He pulls back, then sinks into your pussy again as he builds a steady rhythm. Your mouth pops open taking delight in Chris’ intrusion, your insides gripping his cock welcoming this invasion. You focus on how he feels. The way his hands are on your body, the way that he makes your ass jiggle with every thrust. Before long his pace becomes hard and fast. The pace of his thrusting brings you immediately to the edge. Sensing this Chris slows down, wanting to enjoy these moments for as long as time will allow.

Chris’ hand moves from your shoulder to fist your hair, tugging on your locks he pulls your head back. Wrapping his large frame over yours, he whispers a litany of filth in your ear. “Your cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock Y/N.”

His free hand finds itself to the front of your throat and wraps around it. He guides you up, your back flush against his chest. Sweat from the both of you causing the tank top left on your body to stick to your skin. Chris’ thrusts were now slow and deep, the angle forcing his cock over your sweet spot, causing the heat radiating from within your belly to spread to your extremities. Chris turns your head, immediately taking your mouth softly with his, and the vibration reverberated on both of your lips as you hum in ecstasy.

Breaking the kiss, Chris locks eyes with you, holding your head so you can’t look away. “Tell me who’s pussy this is,” he whispers.

In your blissful haze, you question if you heard him correctly. “Wha.. What?”

He squeezes your throat lightly before proposing his statement again, this time in the form of a question. “ Who does this pussy belong to?” He asks without breaking his stroke.

“Yours Chris, this pussy is yours,” you gasp as his hand leaves your throat. It makes its way down the curve of your torso and over your mound seeking out your clit. “Fuck!” Your body shudders when his fingers find your nub, rubbing tight circles to help chase your release.

Chris’ pounding once again picks up its pace, using all of his energy for this fuck. Your hands wrap tightly around his neck, and you allow yourself to be consumed by this man. You couldn’t help the raise of your voice with each movement inside of you, and each sweet sound that Chris pulls from you only doubles down his efforts to feel your body let go underneath him.

The coil inside of you is wound tight, dangerously close to snapping. All of a sudden you hear Chris speak to you, his words exactly what you needed to push you over the edge.

“I want my pussy to cum. Cum for me, right now.”

Your body erupts, sending a shockwave throughout your body. Your legs shake, and you’re sure that if Chris didn’t have the tight grip that he had on you, your body would have collapsed on itself. Your walls contract around Chris, and you hear him suck in a breath as your cunt milks his cock. Never have you had an orgasm like this before. And deep down you hoped that the connection that you felt with this man wasn’t going to be a one time thing.

Chris’ thrusts into your cunt were deepening, and you knew his end was near. Your figure bounced with every thrust and you waited, ignoring the soreness of your body to feel his release. Finally you felt him still with one final prolonged intrusion, and he growls as his seed paints your velvet walls. Gently he releases you, helping guide you down onto the landing, pulling out of you in the process. You must have blacked out for a moment, because the next thing you feel is Chris wrapping his arms around you and bringing you in close. Hugging you into his chest, he sighs in content, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“How does this sound,” he says softly. “We clean up, get dressed, get something to eat…” His voice trails off causing you to look up at him. “Then we do our best to christen almost every room in this house.”