A/N: This was requested by Anon on Tumblr: "I just found your oh daddy fic and I didn't know how I'd feel about that kink tbh but now I'm kind of into it, are you taking requests? I'd really like to read about Emma waking up Killian in a more enjoyable way and then riding him if I'm being upfront about it lol any way your story was really good! and if you aren't taking requests don't worry about it I understand. Have a great weekend!"
I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply, I've just been working on too many different things. I'm not sure if your prompt was meant for the Oh Daddy Universe. but that's where my mind went, so I hope you don't mind more daddy!kink. Thanks for reading!
There is nothing better than waking up to a man like Killian Jones. There really isn't. Not even coffee. Which is what she normally wakes up to, because every morning, he gets up before her, puts on a pot of Folgers and brings a hot cup of it to her in bed.
Coffee is good. But waking up in her boyfriend's arms, the warmth of his body against hers, his soft chest hair pressed against her breasts. The scruff on his beard as it brushes over her forehead when she stirs. The crook of his neck where she likes to rest her head.
So much better than coffee.
And when she's feeling needy, she likes to brush her lips along his collarbone and lightly suck on the sensitive skin. That always gets him going. If there's ever a morning when Emma wakes up before him, however briefly, to no erection pressed to her ass or against her core, giving a little attention to that spot on his collarbone is sure to bring him hard in no time. It's his weakness.
Today is one of those days when he needs that kind of encouragement.
The morning light casts a faint shadow on the bed where their bodies lay entwined, and she grins wickedly as she lifts her head to see his eyes are still closed, his chest slowly rising and falling as he sleeps. Her eyes sweep over him, reveling in how gorgeous he is.
She cups his cheek in her hand, gently caressing her thumb over his stubbled jaw. Her hand moves down his neck, gliding over his chest as she plants a few soft kisses down his jaw. She slowly works her way to his collarbone, causing a ripple of goosebumps across her skin, and her nipples harden against his chest in anticipation. The anticipation of making him hard. Of waking him to more enjoyable activities. And maybe a little payback.
There have been plenty of mornings when Emma awoke to find this man's head between her thighs and his tongue buried in her cunt. Not that she'd ever complain about it. But still, a little retribution is in order. Her body surges with heat, her folds coating with arousal against his thigh as one of her legs is wrapped around his waist. Good lord, she's wet, and he's not even awake yet. That is just one example of the effect he has on her.
Emma kisses his neck, her breath warm on his skin as she proceeds to his collarbone, leaving a trail of soft kisses over his skin. His scent, the manly scent radiating off of him in the morning, is intoxicating and she starts to writhe against him, revving herself up in an attempt to rev him up.
Killian stirs softly under the sweet caress of her lips and the brush of her fingers as she moves her hand from his chest, running it further and further down until she feels the soft, dark curls below his waist. Emma's not sure how much she can take of this, because in her endeavor of trying to tease him, she is driving herself crazy, making herself wet and aching beneath the sheets.
Lightly suckling the edge of his collarbone, her hand reaches his length, and she smirks proudly, feeling his semi-hard erection. He's not quite there yet, but she can fix that in a matter of seconds.
She wraps her fingers around his shaft and moves her hand and up and down, gently stroking him to life.
A rough groan rips from his throat and she continues to work her mouth on his collarbone, salivating as she imagines working her mouth on his cock. She can't stop the high pitched moan from leaving her lips and she can't stop herself from rising to her hands and knees, facing away from him as she strokes him harder and faster. The sight of his beautiful cock as it leaks with precum is what does her in. She leans over him and takes him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, eagerly running her tongue along his length.
"Ooooh gods, love." His voice is laced with sleep as Emma feels his hands on her butt, groping her gently.
Emma moans around his cock, continuing to pump him as she draws him in and out of her mouth, enjoying his delightful taste on her tongue.
"Fuck…" One of his hands is sliding in her hair while the other is still palming her ass.
It's not long before Emma can't take it anymore. She needs him inside her. She needs to ride and fuck him into oblivion.
Releasing him from her mouth with a pop, they both whine from the loss. She turns around on her hands and knees and straddles him, her heart racing. Killian's eyes are now open, his blue eyes glinting with desire for his goddess as he watches her. He doesn't question what she's doing, he just accepts it eagerly.
"I wanna ride you, Daddy," she says breathlessly, her wrapping around him again, stroking him fiercely. "Does Daddy want that too?"
"Oh yes, baby," he groans, curling one of his hands around her hip and moving the other to her sex, the heat radiating from her soft folds as he slips his fingers inside her and is rewarded with her slippery wetness. "Please. Daddy needs to be inside you..."
"Oh, God." She loves when he begs.
A whimper falls from her lips as he removes his glistening fingers and brings them to his mouth, licking his digits clean. He closes his eyes, savoring her flavor.
She lifts her hips and lines the head of his cock with her entrance, slowly descending upon his length, and she's so wet, he slides easily inside of her. She moves her hair behind her shoulders and his eyes drink her in as he takes her frame in both of his hands and aides her movements as she starts riding him, her walls devouring him whole. Her nipples are hard and her breasts are firm, bobbing up and down as she fucks him.
"You're so beautiful," he breathes, his words completely wrecked. Moving one of his hands to her breast, fingers tweaking her nipples, he can feel her heart fluttering against her chest.
He removes his hand from her hip, sliding his fingers into her hair, pulling her head down and bringing her mouth to his, fully burying himself inside her. She gasps in his mouth, thoroughly enjoying how full she feels around his cock. At this angle, he is so deep inside of her, his lips moving slow and lazy against Emma's, her nipples brushing against his chest, her head is spinning. She tilts her head, deepening the kiss, both of them moaning and panting, the heat fostering between them until they're both about to burst.
Breaking the kiss for air, she rises slightly so he can draw one of her nipples into his mouth, gently flicking the hard bud, his tongue swirling around the sweet areola before suckling on her breast. He uses his hand to massage the other breast, rolling and pinching her nipple between his fingers.
She feels the rough drag of his other fingertips all the way down her stomach until his hand reaches her core and he's stroking her clit. Emma sits up, her messy, long, golden hair cascading around her as she tilts her head back, moans pouring from her lips. He moves his fingers slowly to tease her and just as she reaches the edge of her climax, he pauses.
"Oh daddy, don't stop." Her voice is needy and whiney, but she doesn't care. She needs him to make her cum around his cock. She's desperate.
"Such a greedy little thing," he growls, but it's not a complaint. Far from it. They both know he loves when she's all wanton and greedy like this. She can't get enough of him, just like he can't get enough of her.
Abiding her request, he starts again, stroking her clit until she's gasping and moving her hips, desperately riding his cock, her orgasm threatening to crescendo through her body.
"Daddy I'm so close! Oh God, don't stop." She's so close to the edge and she's about to come over Daddy's cock as she rides his dick good and hard, bringing both of them to the edge.
He holds onto her tightly by her hips as she rocks back and forth. And back and forth, causing the bedpost to crash against the wall with every thrust. She picks up her speed, riding Daddy furiously until she's flying over the edge, her walls fluttering around his cock, bringing him with her.
"Oh, God, Killian…" Waves and waves of pure ecstasy ripple through her, tremors possessing her body.
"Fuck…" He groans, his body stilling as he spurts his cum deep inside her.
She collapses into him, both of them clinging to each other, trying to catch their breaths as they slowly fall from their euphoric highs.
Eventually, she rolls over, laying next to him and his arms are wrapping around her as he rests his head on her chest, his heart slamming against hers. Her smile is one full of bliss and content as she basks in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"Does Daddy like being woken up like that?" she asks, even as she already knows his answer.
He lifts his head and looks up to her with a ridiculous grin on his face. "Love, whoever said the best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup obviously never woke up to his girlfriend riding his cock. You're more than welcome to wake me up like that anytime you feel like it."
His head returns to his favorite spot on her chest and she smiles, unopposed to the idea. There definitely needs to be more mornings like this. She stands by her earlier thoughts—there is nothing better than waking up next to a man like Killian Jones. Not even close. She combs her hands through his hair, dropping a kiss to the top of his head, grinning against his unruly hair. "Waking up next to you is definitely better than coffee."
