◇ “It’s your birthday, I had to do well, daddy.”
◇ warnings bc i always forget: dd/lg, public sex?? squirting, cumshot, i think that’s all
◇ i literally hate this kid. Which is why i wrote a 2k daddy kink smut about him. Also there was supposed to be leather play in this but im still a clueless child so i had no idea how to do it im sorry anon
“You only turn 21 once, kitten,” Bambam coos teasingly into your ear. His words send chills up your spine, and a moan catches in your throat as the power of the vibrator inside you increases. “You’ve been so good so far, princess.”
You know you’re making a mess in your panties; your clit is throbbing painfully and your lips feel sticky and wet, but the feeling of the long, pink vibrator is too delicious inside of you that you’re confused as to whether you want it to stop or not.
He was right, though. You only turn 21 once, and Bambam was eager to make his birthday gift last for the whole day - not caring if his band members were seated around the table, eating happily and conversing. They had no idea that Bambam’s hand was tracing your thigh, a tiny remote hidden in his pocket that would be your end.
A small whine escapes your throat as he slows down the speed again, the vibrating turning from an intense burning to a dull, pleasurable feeling against your velvety walls. “Daddy, I can’t last much longer.”
He tsks, looking down at you in disappoinment. “C'mon, baby. We wouldn’t want you to squirt all over the floor in front of everybody, would we?” His voice is incredulous but you can sense the mischievous undertone, his voice low to avoid someone overhearing you conversation.
His lewd words send more heat pooling in your stomach, making you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to dull the pleasurable feeling in your pussy. You couldn’t afford to cum, not right now, because not only were his friends sitting around you, but your punishment would be even rougher than usual.
“Are you okay, ____?” You hear Jackson asked in concern. Your head shoots up quickly, plastering a fake smile on your face. You nod, reaching out to grasp your glass of water, taking small sips to cool down your overheated body. You were glad Bambam didn’t let you get alcohol - if you were drinking as much alcohol as you were drinking water now, you would’ve been tipsy a few hours ago.
“I - I feel a bit dizzy, I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom and freshen up…” You mumble with a small smile, pushing Bambam’s hand away from your thigh so that you could stand. You’re glad you decided to wear a skirt today, because you have no doubt that if you had worn trousers there would be a wet patch on the back from your arousal.
You can feel his eyes on you, no doubt a fake-concerned expression painted on his face as his friends push him to go check up on you. You feel as if you can breathe as you push open the doors to the unisex single bathroom, immediately going to the taps and patting chold water over your face. He enters the bathroom just as you’ve dried your face off eith some tissue, locking the door behind him and smirking at your flustered face.
“Look at you,” he chuckles, approaching you from behind to wrap his arms around your waist, placing open mouthed kisses onto your neck. “You’re a mess, baby.”
He pulls away from you, turning you so that you face him and kneeling down in front of you. “Let’s take a look, shall we? Hold your skirt up, princess.” You do as you’re told, holding up the thick leather to reveal the set of light blue lacy underwear Bambam had gifted you a few days ago. And they were drenched.
He peels the wet lace off of you slowly, pulling the underwear down to your knees so that he can get a whiff of your fragrant pussy. Bambam gives a hum of satisfaction as he leans in, licking the wetness that had spilled onto your thighs. He lifts his hand slowly, as if knowing that you were anticipating his fingers on your throbbing core.
“You really like the vibrator, don’t you?” He muses as he finally makes contact with your slick skin, a breathy moan escaping your lips as he fingers run through your stickiness. You hear him groan, separating your lips and catching sight of the arousal clinging to your skin. “You’ve been so good, _____. Do you want a reward before we get home?”
“Yes, yes, please, daddy,” you beg breathily, throwing your head back against the mirror behind you. All thoughts of the 6 men outside have completely escaped you as Bambam reaches inside of you to remove the vibrator, biting his lip in arousal as he sees your juices coating it.
“Suck, kitten,” he orders, reaching his hand up to hold the vibrator in front of your face. Greedily, your obey his orders, taking the rubber in your mouth and savoring the bitter yet sweet taste of yourself. You were swirling your tongue around it when it was pulled from your mouth, and you can’t stop the whine that escapes you. “Patience, baby.”
The familiar buzz of the vibrator turning on makes you shiver in excitment, peering down at your daddy between your legs to see him running his fingers teasingly through your folds, dipping his fingers into your pussy before removing them again. It’s only when you meet eyes with him that he fully pushes his fingers in, keeping eye contact as a deep moan resonates through the bathroom.
He’s keeping a murderously slow pace, pushing his fingers in and out, keeping the buzzing vibrator in his hands and away from your needy bundle of nerves. He looks up, a mischievous smile on his face at the sight of your flushed face, mouth open with silent moans and a slight look of irritation on your face. “If you want me to fuck you faster, you know what to do, kitten.”
A whiny sound is heard from you that makes Bambam smile smugly. “Please,” you groan irritably, thrusting your hips onto his long fingers harder. “Please… I - I need this, daddy-”
You feel him speed up his fingers a bit more, making you screw your eyes shut in pleasure. “What do you need, darling?” Bambam asks with a huff. He’s letting the vibrator near your clit slowly, teasing you with the thought of the vibrator placed on your precious pearl.
“I need to cum!” You cry out, throwing your head back with a squeal as Bambam speeds his fingers up roughly, finally curling them to make contact with your g-spot. The lewd, squelching sounds had you writhing against the sink, and then he placed the vibrator against your exposed clit.
Your high-pitched moans trail off into silent squeals, mouth open wide in sheer pleasure and eyebrows furrowed, your hands grasping your leather skirt tightly. Bambam looks up at your face, feeling himself grow hard at the delicious sweet moans coming from you.
“Oh, god,” you whimper uselessly as he starts to press harder against your spot, adding his tongue to your clit with the buzzing vibrator. Colours are exploding behind your eyelids, your limbs are numbing and you can barely find it in you to ask for permission to cum.
“D-daddy,” you shiver, feeling tears of pleasure burn at your eyes and the rough material of your shirt rub against your bare breasts, “Please, please, please. I’m gonna cum, oh god-!”
“Cum, princess, cum all over my fingers,” he soothes devilishly, pressing hard against your g-spot one more time extra hard. The sound that escapes you is the epitome of pleasure; stomach muscles clenching, back arching, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hips spasm as you finally squirt your nectar out, spattering against the floor and his fingers. The tears have started flowing down your cheeks, and you’re glad you didn’t wear makeup today.
Your orgasm seems to last forever - even after your climax, spasms of pleasure have you shaking as Bambam rides you through it, licking and sucking at sensitive skin. He’s taken the vibrator away but his tongue still roams your pussy, through your folds and circling your sensitive clit.
“Think you can handle another?” Bambam asks, removing himself from between your legs, sitting back on the closed toilet and pulling down his jeans. His boxers are completely tight, a wet spot forming from his pre-cum and the sight makes you feel less drowsy. You nod strongly, taking in a deep breath as you get onto his lap, grinding against him to get yourself - and him - prepared for the next round.
He connects your lips as you continue grinding, swirling his tongue across your bottom lip and making sure he places more than a few bites on your swollen lips. A guttaral groan erupts from his chest as you move your hips against what is probably the tip of his cock, and then places his hand on your hips to stop you grinding, pulling down his boxers briefly so that he can pull out his hard cock.
“You sure you can take another?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, “Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.”
You let out an exasperated sigh, nodding your head as you lean forward to place kisses on his jaw. “I can, daddy. So please, just fuck me.”
His jaw is clenched tightly as he slides into your tight, velvety walls, one hand holding your waist while the other travels down your back, digging his nails into your ass. The pain has you hissing but you can’t deny that you like it, and at his nod, you start to bounce yourself on his cock.
Due to your previous orgasm, you’re already so sensitive; you feel your the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening as you roll your hips, only pinching your nipples when Bambam allows you to. The feeling of him, thick and warm and hard inside you, has you throwing your head back, almost sobbing at the feeling of your clit grinding against his pelvis. His eyes are fixated on you, how you’re writhing in his lap, how your breasts bounce in time with your hips, how your face contorts with pleasure when he strums his thumb against your clit like a guitar string.
You’re keening now, the muscles in your stomach tightening and he knows you’re close by the way your hips are jerking erratically. He lets his head loll back against the cold wall, meeting your lustful eyes. Please…He clenches his jaw - he wants to tease you, but he’s as far strung along as you are. With a rough nod of his head, you let out a heavenly moan, throwing your head back as you feel yourself drench him again, clenching tightly around his cock.
Bambam lifts you off of his lap seconds later, setting you down on the floor in front of him as he pumps himself quickly, throwing his head back with a groan at the sight of you, so submissive and beautiful, face flushed from cumming twice, with your mouth open and tongue awaiting his seed. And with a deep groan, he cums, jerking himself off through his orgasm.
His breathing slows and quietens, and he licks his lips as he lifts his head to look at you. You’re still sitting on your knees, mouth open but your mouth is now filled with white. He chuckles gently, cupping your cheek and tapping your chin. “Swallow, princess.”
And as usual, you obey your orders, swallowing his bitter release happily. He gathers you in his arms, letting you nuzzle yourself into his neck. “You did so well today, sweetheart,” he murmurs, helping you readjust your rumpled clothing and then fixing his.
“It’s your birthday,” you say in return tiredly, accepting the kiss henplaces on your swollen lips. “I had to do well, daddy.”
“You always do well,” he comments, finally standing up and inspecting your appearances in the mirror. “Did you leave anything at the table?” At the confused shake of your head, he grins, “Good thing the bathroom’s near the exit, right?”
“W-what about the boys?” You ask in confusion as he pushes open the door, looking up and down the empty hallway before leading you out of the back exit and into the cold air. Bambam snorts.
“I’m pretty sure Jackson knew what was going on the second he asked if you were alright. They probably left already, knowing them.”
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