#yes jordan has a daddy kink and its worse in their fem form dont look at me

[poppy-metal]

jordan in their masc form is soooo into indulging your desires, they do whatever you want no matter how badly you act. they put up with your princess attitude, encourage it even, but when you act up too much and they shift to their fem form you know you’re about to be punished for acting so badly :((

its all fun and games till they pull the shift too :(( getting away with torturing them, edging them even, taking your time as you rise and fall over their dick.

"baby," they pant, hands gripping the cradle of your hips, squeezing, not moving you by force though they certainly could, but gently encouraging you too, "please. fuck - just a little faster"

n you just kinda giggle, clench down just to see them toss their head back and moan, hissing in oversensitivity because their cock is practically been hugged raw inside the slick warm walls of your cunt and they can't fucking take it anymore.

all the sudden you feel empty, rocking back and forth over a pelvis and you gasp as you look down and see that they've shifted, and have that look in their eye that means trouble. you gasp when they sit up, tits pressing into yours, nipples kissing, whining as their smaller hands grip your ass and continue to rock you back and forth, this time over their own cunt. they even bounce you a little, and you try to move back but they dont let you, just slip a hand between your sweat slick bodies to sink their fingers inside that clutching heat of yours, and the pace they set is punishing.

"not so tough now, huh, princess?" they kiss at your jaw, "or do you just like pissing me off on purpose?" a rhetorical question, given your too busy moaning and trying to hump down onto their fingers fucking in and out of you - sloppy, wet, gushing over their rings, making a fucking mess, leaking all down their wrist with it - and that they know the answer anyway. you're just a brat, after all. sometimes you like to be spoiled and indulged and sometimes you like to be bullied down - like right now.

"such a fuckin' brat," they tsk. pinch your clit to stop you from climbing any higher to that peak. "say you're sorry to daddy n' maybe I'll let you cum."

[poppy-metal]

i have not known peace since u said jordan has a daddy kink and its worse in their fem form. i feel like this would really come into play with toxic!jordan. they’re always encouraging u to wear the shortest skirts possible when u go to parties so whenever u indulge in getting attention from anyone but them theyre all “you like being a little slut? be good and tell daddy you’re sorry”

jordan li who loves their hyperfemme gf with their whole being but gets all pissy when other people notice how pretty you are too, like look but dont touch kinda thing. although sometimes it is fun to rile them up, especially when they're being a grump, refusing to dance with you because they wanna do lines w their friends instead so you roll your eyes and find someone else to dance with.

girl or guy it doesn't matter, as long as they grip your hips and grind into your ass and the poor soul probably thinks you're into it, but the excited flush to your body and rolls of your hips are just because you're anticipating jordans reaction, when their eyes find yours and darken at the way you're being groped at. doesn't waste a second before they're basically shouldering the loser off you to take their place.

"hey-"

"fuck off somewhere, this ones mine."

you giggle when you feel their hands settle on your waist, tug you back into them. they shift into their masc form so you can feel their dick when it presses against your ass in that skirt.

"jordan. hi."

"you think you're cute." you feel their lips skim the shell of your ear, goosebumps prickle along your arms. butterflies in your belly. "his hands were practically up your fucking skirt."

you bite your lip at their tone, the possessiveness in it. jordan doesn't dance often, but they're fucking good at it, like most things they do. the way the pull you back into them, time their movements with the beat of the music. makes you shiver.

"you wouldn't dance with me," you pout, tipping your head back when they nose along your jaw. "i wanted to dance so i-"

"you wanted to be a slut." jordan corrects, "can't fucking leave you alone for a minute without some dickless cunt trying it on with you."

you spin to face them, barely being able to hide your smile, "you like it when im a slut. you like that other other people want me and can't have me."

jordan shifts again, soft hands coming around to grip your ass, fingers digging into the fatty flesh there. "can't being the operative word. don't rub that pussy on anyone that isn't me, you got it?"

"yes daddy." said in a sugary sweet voice, candy coated and soft pitched. you see the way they inhale, feel the way their fingers flex against your ass, their teeth digging into their bottom lip.

"so it's like that?" a dimple showing as their lips quirk to one side. "alright. daddy's gonna take you upstairs and remind you what happens to bad little girls. yeah?"

you nod, "y-yeah."

they smile, "so easy for me."