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Bittersweet Thing by sweetandsure

It’s seconds, she thinks, hours, she doesn’t know, it blurs together into the slippery weight of his palm, the squelch of how wet she is, the pressure of his fingers, the stretch that’s perfect and frustratingly not enough, only because she knows how his cock feels inside of her.

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“I wouldn’t trade this for the fucking world, baby. Not a second of it.” It’s hard-edged, filled with a promise that’s a rolling sort of vibration against her back as she loses herself to the build of it all inside of her; sticky and hot and consuming. Leaves her hitching his name and trembling, boneless, panting for air—

The power of seduction.

The art of tease.

Taking her to the edge, then reeling her back in slowly. It is a tantalizing game of push and pull.

This fiery dance of desire ignites her senses and stirs her soul. It is a place where every glance, every whispered word, and every deliberate touch becomes a spark, ready to ignite an all consuming fire within her.

Then, when that climactic moment finally arrives, it only requires a gentle nudge to push her over the edge to ecstasy. But it's not that final moment she'll remember. She's had many of those. What she'll remember is that you were patient and took the time to perform that fiery dance with her. And in doing so you've connected with her at a level that no one else ever could.

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Bittersweet Thing lives rent free in my head!

Gawd sweetandsure, what a breautiful mind you have!

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Wants to feel something more than that, wants him… desperate, she thinks, wants to scrape her nails across his back, even though they’re blunt-edged and not sharp-red. She wants— she wants him to fuck her like he needs to.

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“Yeah, girl, you got a daddy now, it’s his job.”

Ellie exhales, it catches on a disbelieving sort of laugh. It makes her lips twitch, even as she tries to bite back, sinking her teeth into her lip; he was watching her, did see her, even if she didn’t know.

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That he can’t be anything more than her dad, no matter that she knows what his mouth taste like, feel like, on her lips, her skin… tracing her hip bone, the inside of her thighs, his stubble, his jaw, the rolling rough of his voice calling her the sweetest thing he’s ever eaten—

Happy Father's Day daddy

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Wants those tears from earlier, turn her into a pink-cheeked, sobbing mess beneath him. Wants her desperate and screaming.

toy, for my pleasure.

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There are some things that are always meant to be, no matter how or why or when. No matter the choice or the action.

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“Blood is iron, darling. We’re all just magnets to it.”

Think I need someone older..

Just a little bit colder.

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His hand tightens again, keeping her head tilted as he presses his lips to her jaw, along the bone, up onto her cheek, a slow trail, breath warm, alcohol and mint tinted.

It’s nearly painful to not be able to turn her head, to not be able to close the distance, to ask, to say please—

To turn, just that last little inch, that breath of a heartbeat between their mouths. To feel the soft of his lips on hers, swallow that alcohol minted heat inside his mouth and let him lick lemon and want from the inside of hers.

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Ellie laughs, turning in his arms to face him, her chin sharp on his chest when she looks up at him, enjoying the way he smiles down at her, his arms warm and heavy around her waist. “Is it that easy?”

His hand comes up to tilt her head up to his again, his smile soft as he leans down and down to kiss her all slow and sweet and slicked just a little by his tongue and teeth, that edge of his hunger.

“As easy as I can make it, sweetheart,” he promises, so sure and confident that it eases something in her, a little loosening of her spine.

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This feeling inside of her like she wants his attention, his focus, his eyes on her constantly. (His face in every blink, watching her come undone beneath him.)

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Ellie straightens, shifting in her seat a bit, their thighs pressing together. And even through the three… alright, she thinks, maybe two and a half layers of fabric, he’s warm.

(In her head, for a second before she can push it away, she thinks about tucking herself closer, curving into his side until he curls an arm around her.)

But she doesn’t. Instead, she looks out over the glittering, towering lights that make up Manhattan in the distance, seeing more of it even as it shrinks as the ferry carries them off towards Staten Island. It’s beautiful. It’s… touristy and funny and she can’t believe he brought her here.

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Wrapping her arms around his neck, pushing her body into his, fingers curling into his shirt, chest pressed against his, their heartbeats beating rhythmically like mirror images.

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But she doesn’t have an answer for him, doesn’t know how to put her thoughts into words the way he does, to give voice to all those little shameful parts of her that know who he is and who she is and can still say:

I want you.

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But, Nico’s turning away. Her father’s turning away and her choices are narrowed down to the sight of him leaving her to decide something she thinks she’s known to be inevitable since that day she pressed her lips to his cheek and the world…shifted.

She thinks to say, wait, wait, I already know—

Isn’t it fucking obvious?

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“Is that what you want?” Ellie looks up at him, voice too quiet, too desperate to hear yes. “To keep me?

“I want to keep you for as long as you’ll fucking let me, Ellie.”