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On the last day of vacation, Luke found himself exhausticated at the hotel pool while the others went for breakfast. Food failed to make the radar with a drink still in hand. Luke had been up all night partaking in the shockingly raunchy but downright historical five way all nighter w/his ex, Brad and Chris and that gorgeous waiter. Yum. Who knew someone so beautiful could be so dirty?
...Well, all of them actually. That’s why it worked.
Gazing down toward the pool in a haze of reminiscence, a wave of putrid knocked Luke's drink into focus. Forced to look at it, Luke went razor sharp In the fog. It BETTER be OJ in that gad dang MAN-MOSA Brad made.
A chill then another icky wave passed through Luke. It definitely wasn’t OJ. Still, it wasn’t enough to motivate Luke to stand up.
Wow. Either Luke was really exhausted or far more filthy that he thought. A closer look revealed both to be true. But how true?
We’ll likely grapefruit true, but Luke would need to wade through containers of empty juice boxes to be 100% certain. That wasn’t going to happen given housekeeping already finished cleaning the room.
To investigate his boudoir tendencies tho, Luke would need to have more sex. Luckily he was fit, still legally drunk and wearing a speedo. Unlike housekeeping, all rang super helpful. Luke just needed to trade in this Man-mosa for a Bloody Mary, and he could start the reconnaissance right away.
Staring at his glass, Luke was struck with thought. Until this very moment, it never occurred to Luke gratitude could get him laid. He also thought to dump his drink on the grass as it could grow back. Whatever was in this manmosa would likely eat through the lining of the pool, and he needed his deposit back to pay his share for gas for the trip home.
.
MANmosa
drinking several glasses of alcohol at night then curing my mild hangover with a whole monster at 8am because I have class at 9
i wanna go out out out
preparing to go out rn
my room’s a MESS
but thats literally the best part of the night lol
sick boi...
Daddy's home
baby daddy phil x reader
synopsis - phil picking up your daughter but his car breaks down and is insisting to stay the night.
warnings - MDNI 18+ content, masturbation (F), being caught, Oral (F receiving), P in V and slightly possessive!Phil.
authors note - *insert 'Hey Daddy' by Usher* - p.s this was waaay longer than i expected it to be so sorry not sorry :)
please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342
He's late again.
You'd think after nearly a year he would have the drop off and pick up times down to a tee but no.
Your daughter was sat watching her favourite tv show whilst you paced in front of your window, constantly checking your phone for any new texts or calls but that was wishful thinking.
This is always how it goes. He turns up late, blames traffic, flirts with you and he always tries to get his 'goodbye kiss from both his girls' whilst you’re shoving him out the door.
You and Phil have known each other since high school. You've always been pulled to each other like a moth to a flame. Always on and off, one week you'd be the happiest couple on campus and the next you were screaming at each other in between classes.
This constant cycle followed you all the way through college too until, you ended up seeing those two pink lines. When you told him he was over the moon. However, the novelty of family life wore off three months in and you came up with this co-parenting plan that you have to this day.
Being too caught up your thoughts, you didn't hear his car pull up on your drive. It's only when he knocks on the door you actually realise he's here.
"You're late. Again." You say opening the door.
"Aww, now that's not a nice way to greet me. Is it sweetheart?" He says looking you up and down, and licking his lips.
"Don't call me that and stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" He replies, changing his position to leaning on the door frame with his signature smirk plastered on his face.
You gulp and feel a shudder spread it’s way down your spine.
"She's waiting for you in the living room." You manage to get out, trying to avoid his gaze.
He chuckles and enters the house but not without "accidentally" brushing his hand against your arm. You take a deep breath in trying to compose yourself because you were not letting him know what kind of effect he still has on you. Even though, you're almost 100% sure he knows.
"Hey baby, ah daddy missed you so much. Have you been taking care of mommy like a good girl hm?" He coos to your daughter, looking straight into your eyes.
"Here's her bag," you hand him a pink bag with all of her things, "I need her back here by two on Friday. It has to be two it can't be any later." You declare.
"Yeah, yeah i know." He mutters still looking at you.
"Good. Bye baby mommy loves you so much, i'll see you Friday," you give her a kiss on the cheek, " be good for daddy." You hear him take a sharp inhale after that last statement.
He makes his way out the house and you stand in the doorway to wave goodbye. But when Phil tries to start the car up it backfires. You see his confused expression as he tries again and does the same thing.
After a couple attempts he opens the car door and makes his way to the other side to get the baby out.
"What do you think you're doing?" You shout out to him.
"I'm gonna have to spend the night," sensing you're about to retaliate he continues, "no one’s gonna come out this late just to check the engine. It's only one night. I'll sleep in the guest room and i'll deal with her if and when she wakes up okay?"
"Okay." You sigh, giving in.
"Good girl." He says walking past you and into the house.
It's gonna be a long night.
...
It's only when you hear your daughter go down for the night and the guest bedroom door close you can finally relax. You don't know how he does it but even after all these years, he still gets you hot under the collar. In more ways than one.
"Fuck." you whispered. All this time you were thinking about Phil and now your panties had a small damp patch. You decided to just ignore it and go to sleep but it wasn't that easy.
After lots of tossing and turning you chose to just give in. Reaching your hand down you began to rub slow circles on your clit through your panties, letting out a sigh of relief.
You began to think about Phil. Every little detail that you know and love. His soft hair that you loved to grab and slightly pull when he was eating you out. His beautiful ocean blue eyes that would burn holes into your back when he was pounding you from behind. His hands. God you loved those hands. The way they would be an expert at everything they did and the veins that lightly protruded through the skin.
You began to rub faster and harder. Panting now. But there was something missing. Without realising, you broke into a small chant of his name. Barely whispering it as if it were a secret you wouldn't even tell the devil.
"Phil.. Phil," they started to get louder and louder with each one, "Phil.."
"Yes?" A voice in the dark whispered back.
You squealed, immediately sitting up and turning your dim, bed side lamp on. Seeing him stood there with no shirt on and grey sweatpants with a growing tent in them.
"What the hell are you doing!" You spoke, not too loudly to not wake the baby.
"Oh baby, how iv'e missed those sounds God, you have no idea." he states walking closer to the bed.
"Phil, I-I can ex-"
" There's no need. Just," he takes a deep breath, "lift up the covers and let me see what we're dealing with mkay?" He says raising an eyebrow.
"Wha- What? No!"
"Come on, stop kidding yourself. We both know you need me and I need you. Just one more time hm? for old times sake?" He says now sat on the end of the bed.
The more you think about it, one more time wouldn't hurt. It would get it out of your system and maybe you would finally be able to move on from each other.
"Okay." You breathe out. He looks at you whilst licking his lips.
"That's my girl"
Wasting no time he instantly leans over connecting your lips as his hands find sanctuary in your hair and yours on his chest. He slowly moves forward laying you down in the process and began kissing, nipping and sucking your neck. Your breaths turning into pants.
You feel his hands pushing the bottom of your shirt up, indicating that he wants it off. You carefully lift yourself up and take the shirt off revealing to him that you are wearing no bra.
"Jesus fucking Christ" he mumbles, staring right at your chest. He looks up at you his eyes never leaving yours as he begins kissing your right boob with his hand groping the left.
He smirks when he begins to hear the soft whimpers leaving your mouth. He then takes your nipple into his mouth and began to lightly suck it, now pinching the other one with his index finger and thumb. He switches over repeating the process.
He slowly starts to kiss down your stomach and kisses the stretch marks that were left behind after your daughter.
"You're beautiful. Every single inch of you." He declares looking into your eyes. He goes further down until he kisses your clit through your panties.
You suck in a deep breath as he smiles looking at your face. He slowly pulls down your panties but then wastes no time latching on to your clit and sucking.
He lets out a deep groan and you give him a quiet moan in return. He then shoves his index and middle finger into you beginning to move them in and out of your sopping cunt.
"Oh fuck.." You whimper.
"I know baby, I know.. But I gotta prep you it's been a while." He murmurs back to you.
"Phil, please.. I need you," you sigh deeply, "now."
"Yes ma'am." He says whilst pulling his pants and boxers down. You sit up lightly and your eyes widen. You could never forget how big he is but it still takes the breath from your lungs.
He rubs the tip along your slit then slowly pushes himself in. You both let out a moan at the same time as he fills you up. He starts to move in and out of you slowly, testing the waters.
When he realises you're okay he starts to move faster and harder, knowing exactly what gets you going. Your moans, his grunts and the sound of skin slapping, being the only thing you can hear.
"Fuck what I said before," he says through gritted teeth, "i'm not going anywhere. Oh shit. You're mine and i'm yours."
"Phil," you moan, "i'm getting close." You wrap your legs around his torso and dig your nails into his back.
"I know, shit, me too baby. Me too." He brings his hand in between your bodies to rub your clit. You let out a loud whine in response.
"At the same time, okay." He stated.
He begins to rut into your faster, his fingers also speeding up. Your nails dig deeper into his back as he shoves his head into your neck. His moans and whimpers being right next to your ear.
"Oh fuck..Phil."
"Let go baby, let go." As soon as he says that your eyes roll back into your head, letting the pleasure take over you.
"Fuck." He drawls out as his cum fills you up.
He pulled your panties and pj bottoms back up and slumped beside you, tucking you into his side.
"I meant every word i said, i'm done with this bullshit we're meant to be together and you know it." He declares.
"Can we at least go out on a date first?" You question.
"Woah, that might be pushing it." He says, hiding his smirk.
"Phil." You scold.
"I'm fucking with you," he chuckles, "of course we'll go on a date." He finishes with a peck on your lips
"But you're paying" You slap him on the chest, trying not to smile, as he laughs.
Here's a real quick little comic that I scrawled into my notebook a couple of days ago. Ads for The Hangover Part 3 keep turning up in my dashboard (and with the Yahoo buyout, I guess this is something I need to get used to). For some reason I felt the need to clarify (for any poor misguided souls out there) that hangovers are not usually about zany adventures and hilarious hijinks. More often than not they are about feeling violently ill and wishing you were dead. Reality.
