#spidernoir

“Daddy,” you sigh, and the way the word escapes you mid-pleasure sounds so natural he almost misses it entirely.

He slows to a stop, wide eyed above you, warmth rising to his cheeks. A confusing cocktail of emotions bubble up inside him as he wordlessly watches you stiffen in shock.

Then, the shame takes ahold of you.

It had been a slip of the tongue, of course. An accident.

… right?

You shrivel up, mortified, hiding your face in your hands to escape his gaze. Ordinarily he would find this cute, but you seem sincerely embarrassed in a way he’s never seen before.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he says softly, prying your hands away from your face with a gentle grip. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.”

You blink at him owlishly, expecting him to make a joke to lighten the mood, but he doesn’t. He looks a little winded himself, even.

Is it possible that, somehow, you might both share this taboo desire…?

“I shouldn’t be calling you daddy,” you breathe, struggling to speak. “I mean, you are old enough to be my father. I shouldn’t say it.”

But your words do something unexpected to Ben. Instead of the timid response you’ve grown used to every time you mention your age gap, he sucks in a sharp breath. He throbs inside you.

All sense of self control leaves your body just like that.

He scans your expression before he starts to roll his hips again, thrusting deeply. He can feel you quiver around him in response, the tension in the room thickening.

“Say it again,” he says, knowing he won’t be able to last much longer.

You chew your lip, legs curling around his waist to keep him close, holding eye contact with him as you speak.

“Daddy,” you whisper, and that’s all it takes.

He curses under his breath above you, resting his forehead against your own as he empties himself inside you completely.

Gradually, his curses turn into praise, his heavy body pinning you to the mattress. You run a hand up and down his back knowingly, already thinking about the massage you’ll give him in a few minutes time.

He kisses your cheek warmly before you turn your head, pressing your lips to his.

“Should I call you daddy more often, then?” You tease as you part, warming his length even as it softens, feeling utterly whole like this.