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Tim works way too hard.
He’s always out on long jobs, coming back exhausted and in desperate need of a shower. You take any chance you can to get him to just sit down for more than five minutes. Even when he’s tired Tim tries his best to push past it. He almost feels guilty leaving you home, waiting for him and taking care of all the chores. It takes a lot for him to sit still and not try to get up, but he’ll usually give into your pout. Begging him to just lay on the couch with you, how could he deny his sweet girl?
Laid on his back and weighing down the cushions. The living room is quiet aside from your continued rambling. You’re laying on his chest, straddling his lap while he holds you firm in his arms. You’re telling him everything that happened to you while he’s been out for the past week. You know he’s present, but barely conscious.
His eyes were heavy, he’s fresh from a hot shower and comfortable under you. You’d never seen him so calm, so unwilling to move. Warmth basically rolled off him, his jet black hair still nearly dripping from the water. A few strands that began to air dry fell lazily in his eyes, you were softly brushing back any loose pieces that could uncomfortably get in his eyes.
Tim was so relaxed, just listening to you as sleep threatened to wash over him.
“Oh my god, and then I told her–”
“Mhm..” He hums, barely there.
“She just wouldn’t stop!”
“Yeah..” Sighing into your touch, you’re raking fingers through his hair to help it dry easier. He doesn’t really care what you’re doing, all he knows is that it feels good enough to lull him into unconsciousness.
“Are you listening?” He can’t see the mischievous smile split across your face, but he nods. “‘Course…” He mumbles, not even registering the question. You shift on his lap, laying your head on his broad chest. Tim’s arms locked around your waist give you another squeeze.
“You wanna go to bed, Daddy?” You joke, but it doesn’t have quite the silly effect you were hoping for. His eyebrows raise, confusion as he’s suddenly alert. Head tilting down just to get a better look at you. “What?” He asks with an amused smile, you try to sit up and strain against his grasp.
“No pulling away, what’d you just call me?” He warns, obviously getting a kick out of your sudden avoidance. “Nothingg…” You giggle, trying to pull away again. He’s stronger, and faster even when he’s exhausted. Flipping your positions and rolling you under him. His arms box you in, caging you into the warm divot where he laid.
“No, I think I heard you say something real sweet. Don’t be shy now.” Tim’s smiling, you’re more bashful when he’s leaning down to kiss the curve of your throat. Pulse pounding against his lips that tilt into a smirk.
“You know..” Kiss.
“If you wanted my attention?” Another Kiss, this time it lingers just a second longer.
“You don’t gotta use names to pull me in, sugar..” He plants another kiss on your jaw, then another under your ear. “...But it does make the deal whole a lot sweeter…” You can hear the honey drip from his tone. You shudder from arousal, nerves, the roll of his voice that laid low in your ear. You knew to keep this in your back pocket, Tim’s weakness to his new title.
“What happened to being sleepy?” You ask, or rather sigh as he keeps kissing back down your neck, lowering himself to your chest and palming at your breasts. “You expect me to be tired now?” He retorts with a brow raised.
You weren’t even sure what kind of reaction you were expecting, truly.
He stands, you’re sitting up with the help of your elbows almost confused.
“I think I could stay awake a bit longer, don’t you?” You’re eye level at his jeans zipper, he was too tired to even change before pulling you onto the sofa with him. His cock strains the fabric, cotton pajamas flexing under the sheer weight of his cock. Your gaze travels up his torso, meeting his smirk. You nod, almost scared of what you’re getting yourself into.
“You want it, baby?” Tim’s expression doesn’t change as he lowers his waistband.
Practically salivating, you nod again.
Pulling himself from his boxers, he holds the girth of his shaft to shadow over your face. Lining his length up against your cheek, and your breath leaves you. No matter how many times you see him, it always seems bigger than you remember. His free hand pets back your hair, thumb softly brushes hair from your face. Your lips part to kiss his tip, pre smearing against your lips like the perfect gloss.
“S’good for me, sugar. Can’t believe you’re mine..” He’s grinning, fingers tangling in your hair as you take him in. Your lips wrap around his shaft, kissing the base as you’re pushed slowly. Your cheeks hollow, his length getting close to the back of your throat before pulling back out. The rhythm is slow as he rocks his hips, quiet sighs of relief as your mouth is used.
Tim won’t look away from your face. Your expression strained as he stretches your jaw, eyes watering just from the girth. He won’t push at your head, watching just how hard you're trying nearly makes him emotional. Petting your head as you move without his guidance. Your own speed is much faster than he was allowing. His free hand balled into a fist, biting down to keep himself from rattling off the filthiest names. Your lashes dewy with tears, nose scrunching when you meet his base before sliding back.
“Mmh..Angel, you-you gotta slow down..” He manages to warn you, just before you pop off. Mouth open, tongue stuck out for his aim.
He almost laughed at the image, thinking of how sweet you were for him.
Taking the invitation, he placed his leaking tip onto your tongue. His hand holding onto his shaft and jerking off into your throat. Tim’s never vocal unless he’s complaining, which is what makes these intimate moments so special for you. His unfiltered pleasure, grunts and groans mixed with praise all for you. The only one who gets to see a fresh-from-work Tim. The only one who gets to know just how much he adores you, and everything you do.
Even in moments like these where you’re all his, he finds it endearing.
Tim’s motion quickens, his climax given another warning. “Baby, I’m…I’m close, you ready?” He asks like you’re given the choice. Trying your best to swallow everything he gives you, cum coats your mouth. Tastebuds consumed by the slightly sour flavor.
“Gh– Jus’ take it…ff-fuck..” He’s just loud enough to hear, muttering to himself. One hand wrapped around his cock, the other returned to your hair. Gripping it with barely any strength.
A final sigh, followed by the release of your head, and Tim’s brushing his jet black hair out of his eyes.
Admiring the view above you as you take the moment to wipe your lips clean. Your thumb gliding across and returning to your mouth to clean off. Just pornographic as you held eye contact, tear stained face now wearing a smile as you watched his dick twitch back to life.
“You keep acting like that, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get some rest..”
He grabs your arm, pulling you up effortlessly and turning you towards the back of the couch. Elbows meeting with the cushions, knees adjusting under you as he pulls your pajama pants down your thighs. The cool living room air hitting your pussy, you almost shake until his warm hands find your waist. Smooth against his calloused digits that trail down your back, his palms flattens on your ass. Tim’s careful as he spreads your heat further, his thumb pressed against the fat of your inner thigh. Hands explore your body, travelling back up your back to push your arch further.
“So needy, huh?” He laughs to himself, lining up with your slit. You barely need any prepping anymore, not when he treats you so good nearly every night.
You squirm against his pressure, threatening to push past your entrance just before pulling back. A whine escapes you at his continued teasing, repeating the motion a few times before resting his tip right against your hole. Slick coats his tip, your face is buried in the cushions, and Tim’s more than pleased. Your small protests and begs that he just hurry up are cute, but he just hums in response. “I’m not sure if I can- ah..fuck you, sugar. Maybe if you say the magic words?” He mocks you from behind, his hand finds your hip with a soft pat. He presses in, but doesn’t push further.
You mutter something soft into the back of the couch, something he can’t pick up.
“Speak clear for me, hm?” His hand raises, and slaps your ass lightly. Yelping at the touch, you nearly whimper for the man.
“Please, daddy..!” Crying out for him, and of course he gives you what you want.
One deep thrust, stretching you around his cock. Your walls tighten around him which earns a strained grunt in response. “Fuck, baby…you’re squeezin’ me too tight–” His hips stutter as he fucks into you again. Your cervix kisses his tip softly, walls holding him in place while you adjust. His dick slots in you deep, the full feeling causes your thighs to quiver against the pleasure. You’re panting through the overwhelming urge to come undone. His cock curves so perfectly inside your body. Tim starts with slow thrusts before shifting into a faster pace, which really doesn’t help your case.
Your moans pitch with every thrust in, whine with every deliberate movement. You felt speared onto him,
He coos as you shake under him. “Poor girl, it’s okay if you need t’cum…Daddy’s got you..” You can hear the smirk across his face.
In your defense, it’s hard not to cum right when he says that. The permission of it all, his voice vibrating through your core, you arch against him. “Ti-Tim–” You choke out, but it’s half muffled by the plush of the couch.
As a courtesy, he slows his speed down even while you make a mess on his cock. “You’re such a– hah – good girl… Y’know that?”
You feel everything. Each throb and twitch, the pressure rising in your stomach. Every slow thrust forward sends electricity up your spine.
Torturously slow speeds turn into sharp snaps against your ass. Your knees unsteady against the force, but you barely notice with his hands held tight onto you. Each slap of skin is met with his low grunts of effort. Rough, gravelled groans that vibrate your core. Each swear that spills from his lips hooks your insides, even your name sounds like a curse.
“Say- fuck- Say my name.” He commands behind you. A hard thrust punctuating every shaky word.
For a moment you buffer, nothing going through your head as he drills into your dripping cunt. It's hard to even think of something simple when he makes you feel so good. So you say the only name that comes to mind. “Daddy!” You cry and he seems more than satisfied, slapping your ass again with a low hum. “Yeah, that’s what I thought- hah..!” Another slap, stinging the skin with a harsh ripple. “Th-Thank you, Daddy..!” The response only riles him up more, his rhythm fast and barely faltering.
After another sharp slap to your cheek, you’re so fucked out all you can feel is the force moving you into the cushions. Tim’s praise for you goes in one ear and out the other. Damp skin meeting damp skin filled the room underneath the passion, each breathy moan closer to your shared climax synced up. An orgasm crashes through your body hard as Tim fills you.
His hands firmly placed on your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin. You jerk against his touch. Sensitivity cranked up tenfold the longer Tim stayed inside you. Even when he pulls out it barely feels like a break. Still softly twitching as his seed drips from your pussy. A small wet spot from your own heat pooled under you. Probably staining the cushion, but you didn’t care too much.
You glance tiredly over your shoulder at Tim who was tucking himself back into plaid boxers.
“Y’good?” He asks, you could hear the exhaustion in his overused voice. You sit back, legs folded under you while you try to get back to reality.
“I think so..” You look up to meet his deep eyes. Bags defining the dark brown gaze that meets your own. A smile tugs at his lips as he leans down. Planting a soft kiss on your lips, lingering for a second longer in the sweet affection.
When the kiss breaks, he’s still smiling like the luckiest guy alive. “Let’s get you cleaned up and tuck in for the night, yeah?”
You nod, turning and sliding off the couch. Limbs still attempting to catch up to your pace.
After a warm washcloth and a new set of pajamas, you meet him in bed. Tim turns down your side of the bed, climbing in after your tired bones. It’s comfortable laying against his chest. Even after the spent energy, he still smells like body wash and cigarettes. You curl into his warmth.
“Can’t believe you called me that..” His eyes are closed, but still smiling to himself. Chuckling softly as he remembers your previous activities.
“Yeah, but you liked it.” You retort quickly, and he just huffs. You’d keep using the nickname now. Especially when his reaction was so good, it would be hard to let it go.