5SOS daddy kink smut (from tumblr)

Please Daddy 2/4

Please Daddy - Michael Clifford

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You'd been having a great time since Daddy came home. He took you out often, played games with you, cuddled with you lots and made you feel extra special with his special kisses. The two of you hung out with the other boys sometimes, which wasn't as fun since you couldn't call him Daddy or be his little in front of them. Not because he was embarrassed by it, but because he thought it might make them uncomfortable. Especially if you wore you white ruffle dress, knee-high socks and Hello Kitty necklace, walking around calling him Daddy and asking for 'kissies'. They were accustomed to strong, independent Y/N. Not giggly, playful, dependent Y/N.

You played outside on the trampoline, jumping up and down as high as you could go, while Daddy worked inside. Your dress lifted high around your waist so your panties showed, but it didn't matter. You both lived really far out; the closest neighbor was ten minutes away. You giggled if you went really high. You loved the feeling of being mid air.

"Daddy!" You called out as you jumped. "Daddy, look at what I can do!"

You did a flip in the air and then fell on your back laughing. You thought Daddy would have heard you through the open window, say something encouraging and shout another warning. Instead, you heard silence and birds. You turned over on your stomach, looking towards the house, and instantly felt a blush on your cheeks. Through the long paned window you saw your Daddy on the sofa. He sat back on the sofa, heavy-lidded eyes focused on something in his lap, and pink lips parted in huffs and pants. You couldn't see his thing, but you knew what he was doing from the way his left arm moved. A part of you laughed, but the other became instantly wet. The last time you two had 'special private time' had been two nights ago after going out with him and the boys. You were already aching for him again. He'd been gone for months; reduced to Skype calls, phone sex and sending him snapchat pictures. You missed not just his thing but his company. His laugh, his smile, and his goofy persona.

You climbed down from the trampoline and walked back into the house. Entering the living room, you timidly came closer to him. You could hear his light groans underneath the faintly played music in the background. His hair dyed red, he covered it today with a backwards snapback cap. His lean, pale body draped in sweat pants, a grey hoodie and maybe a black singlet, you couldn't take the smile off your face hearing him grow louder.

"Daddy?" You said softly.

"Baby!" He instantly jumped, covering his erection with his baggy jacket like you wouldn't see. "What are you doing inside? I thought you wanted to go...go play on the trampoline some more."

"I got tired," you told him, playing with the ties keeping your dress closed. "I wanted to come cuddle and watch TV with you."

"Um, uh, how about you just go take a nap then, Princess?"

"But I want to be with you, Daddy." You drew closer to the sofa, playing even more with the lacing in front of your dress. "And I want to play with Daddy's big thing."

He smiled hearing you say that so innocently. "Is that why you've been teasing me?"

You got on the sofa beside him, "I was teasing you, Daddy?"

"Yes you were," he brought you closer to him, putting your hand under his hoodie where his cock throbbed. "I was watching you out there. Jumping up and down really high so your titties bounced up and down," he planted kisses down your neck to your cleavage, making you shudder in his arms. "And seeing your dress go up so I saw your little panties," his finger hooked your panty line and snapped it back.

"I didn't mean to," you pouted. "I was only playing outside."

"Oh? Well, how about we play inside instead?" he asked.

He leaned against the arm of the sofa, comforted by cushions, as he brought you into his lap. You gasped feeling his hard erection against your thin panties. Your Daddy seemed delighted by this noise, so he continued grinding himself against you to elicit more sounds out of you. You grew wetter feeling his exact length and thickness pressed to you, settling between your folds and rubbing your tender clit as much as it could. You tried moving faster on him, but he wouldn't let you. He kept a firm grasp on you hips a good while. Once he thought you were ready, he said, "Push your panties aside for me."

You took the side of your underwear and uncovered your pulsing, swollen sex. Michael groaned at the sight of it inches from the throbbing cock on his stomach. He took hold of the base and grazed the tip on your wetness. You trembled feeling the pleasure go through your stomach down to your pussy and then to your toes. You bit down on your lip, looking at him innocently.

"Let's untie this, shall we?" he said as his fingers untied the strings on your dress. Letting it fall away, your breasts were uncovered. He gave a soft hiss seeing them there, braless and your nipples hardening at his touch. "Look how pretty these are," he said, bringing you closer to kiss your nipples a few times each. "You kept your bra off for me, Princess?"

"I know you like it when I don't wear bras," you smiled, "And I wanted you to be happy with me."

"I'm always happy with you, baby," he replied, kissing your lips briefly. "No matter what you do." He rubbed himself on you more, "Do you want me to put it in, sweetheart?"

"Mmm, yes Daddy. Please?" you said.
He answered you by sheathing his entire length into you. Your moans matched your Daddy's as he continued pumping himself in and out of you. You kept a firm grasp on his shirt, thinking you might float away if you did not hold onto something of his. He guided your hips around in circles, making it easier to feel the head brushing on your sweet spot. His free hand reached up to your breasts, where he grasped one right away. The nipple-teasing combined with his big thing pushing into you so slowly felt like torture. The pressure pinched at you every time your pussy fluttered around him. He even kept himself there a moment as his thumb rapidly brushed around your sensitive vulva.

"You're such a good girl," he whispered to you, his hips suddenly bucking faster and harder. "Look how well Daddy's cock goes in your tight little cunt," he said, tweaking your nipple slightly.

"You take all of that so well, baby."

"Make me take it, Daddy," you pleaded, your grunts going in time with his thrusts.

"Make you take it?" he quirked an eyebrow, "Oh, I'll fucking make you take it alright."

He instantly lifted you up and pushed you against the sofa, halfway you curved over the back of it. Your arms went along the length of the sofa, gripping onto the upholstery firmly. Your thighs went over Daddy's thighs, so he had complete control of the speed and his cock went into you at a different angle. You could do nothing but let him ravage you. His lips left tiny marks on your neck and collarbones, your breasts being held in his groping hands, while he pushed himself faster.

Soon enough, Michael had you screaming and gasping with your back arched over the couch. Your throat ached from your hoarse groans; your back burned slightly and you shut your eyes tightly. By the time it died down, your stomach was covered in streams of white and you felt sweat beading your forehead. Michael reted against you for a while, his arms around you; his chest rose and fell with yours. He kissed you lazily for a few minutes, and then pulled away from you.

"I love you, Princess," he mumbled on your shoulder.

"I love you too, Daddy."

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I was supposed to update on Monday but I forgot and now it's Friday oops sorry

Vote and comment and I'll try to update tomorrow bYE

and WHAT THE FUCK?! ASHTON BURN THAT FUGLY HAT WTF IS THAT?! I FUCKING HATE THAT HAT MY FRIEND SAID IT WASNT THAT BAD AND I YELLED that hat is so UGLY AT THE MALL OH GOD

Lots of love to all xx (except Ashton's hat)