[DADDY KINK!!!]
"Why can't we just get the white roses?" I asked getting annoyed now.
"But I like the pink roses" He whined.
"Okay but I literally only like the white roses!" I snapped. He glared at me "I'm not watching my tone Pete. You are not sir right now you are Pete I am perfectly allowed to raise my voice at you"
"I'm always sir" He snapped back.
"I don't wanna fight. I just wanted to pick the color of the flowers at my own damn wedding! I get no say it's always you and Ashlee planning or you and my mom I just want to pick the flower color at my wedding!" I shoved my face into my hands before I started crying from all the stress. "Pete my mom picked out my tux. I didn't even get to go out with Brendon to pick out my tux"
"I'm sorry" He mumbled "I'll get the white roses"
"I just wanna help. I want to plan my own wedding Pete. Not my mom. Not Ashlee. Me and you. That's why I hate planning this because you always end up calling someone and I never get to choose anything! Yay I get to pick the flowers. But my mom picked my tux, you picked the place, Ashlee picked the food, you picked the decorations, my mom picked the fucking priest! It's my wedding too!" I stomped angrily like a five year old. My cast had been taken off a day ago. Our wedding was two months away. Two fucking months. "I need to step out for a bit" I grabbed the pack of cigarettes I had put in a drawer for emergencies and sat down on the porch. I lit one and shoved it past my lips. Everything was coming so fast. Brendons wedding, my wedding, It was February for gods sake but it felt like we beat Meagan a day ago. Cassidy never showed her face around us again which was weird but whatever. Frank had been my emotional support lately since Brendon and Ryan were stressing about their wedding. I ended up spending the night once because I got so stressed with Pete. And Brendons spent the night because he got so stressed with Ryan. Aren't wedding supposed to bring you closer? Ours were just tearing us apart. I hadn't had sex with him in at least a month and it was physically killing me. I had barely kissed him in a week. Tears ran down my cheeks. Maybe we're just not ready. The thought made my heart hurt. Even Brendon and Ryan could still stand the sight of each other at least. I stomped on the cigarette. He usually follows me out. He usually comforts me. But not this time. He was sitting on the couch crying himself. He looked up at me and smiled a sad, weak smile. His hand gripped mine tightly. We're not ready. But, no ones ever ready are they?
"We can get through anything together" I said smiling "We're Sherlock and Watson. Marriage is something we have to tackle as a team. And I know we can do it"
"I know" he whispered. He pulled me onto his lap. Both of our smiles turned dark. He pulled me into a kiss and slid his tongue into my mouth. His hands slid down my back. Finally! I gripped his hair between my fingers and pulled on it.
"Oh jesus fucking christ" he moaned "I've missed you" I kissed down his neck. He threw me down and sat on top of me. His breathing was heavy. "I crave you" he mumbled. He kissed me again forcefully. "Play room" He said.
"Pete don't make me move" I whined.
"Fine" he whispered. That's how you know he's desperate. His hands fumbled with my zipper until he pulled it down. "No kinks then. Great" He grumbled.
"What if I called you daddy?" I asked smirking. His eyes widened a bit.
"Do you wanna call me daddy?" he had stopped completely.
"If it'll make you keep going, then sure" he kissed my neck again. I could feel his smile. How many kinks can one man have? He started to palm me and it slipped out "Daddy" I whimpered. He moaned in my ear.
"Yes?" He asked. I closed my eyes.
"Daddy, help please" I mumbled. He kissed down my stomach.
"Help with what? Tell daddy what you want" He slid my shirt off.
"I want you daddy" I mumbled. This was so awkward. I did not have this kink. I should have just agreed to the play room. He slid my pants down my waist with a wicked smile. He stripped himself down to nothing. He tore my boxers off.
"Are you daddys whore?" he asked. This was so fucking weird!
"Yes" I whimpered. He shoved himself into me which I was not prepared for. I let out a scream of pain.
"Shhh be quiet for daddy" he said in my ear. He started to thrust in and out of me as fast as he could. I moaned loudly.
"Daddy" I whimpered. I was getting used to it now. He came inside me then pulled out. He took me into his mouth and with one large suck I came into his mouth. He swallowed with ease.
"I like the sound of Daddy coming out of your mouth" He said smiling.
"I think I prefer sir" I said. He cuddled me until I ended up falling asleep on the couch.
•••••
I woke up before Pete and decided to attempt to cook him something. I wasn't the best at cooking but I could attempt it. I grabbed the chicken and googled some recipes. I found the ingredients for something called 'Hawaiian Chicken' it looked easy enough. When I prepared it I shoved it into the oven. Pete attempted to hug me closer in his sleep but I wasn't there so he woke up. He looked around until he saw me in the kitchen.
"What're you making?" he asked tiredly.
"It's called Hawaiian chicken" I said. He sniffed the air and shrugged while he stood up. He walked over to me and kissed me. "Perhaps you should put some clothes on?"
"Probably" He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on since I had taken his shirt. I always take his shirt. "I thought you couldn't cook"
"I can't. I'm waiting for this to backfire" I stared at the oven in fear. He smiled at me again.
"You're a dork" he mumbled.
