IRREPLACEABLE

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╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗Dad's Best Friend (Reader mid 20's. Tim early 40's)*mentions of daddy a few times*No implementation of Tim being a cop, that's up to you

You had always wanted things you couldn't have. The more difficult to stay away made you want it even more. But the situation you were in right now, made all of those look like nothing.

In all fairness, you hadn't been the only one looking at the handsome older man that was very close to your family, noticing every detail about him. Getting the sudden urge to smile at every joke he told, bite your lip subtly, make your hips sway a bit more when you walked away from him.

Tim had always had his own private thoughts about you right after you went off to college. His gaze on your figure that you noticed the first night you were introduced that had your interest peaked.

It was nearly impossible for you to leave it alone, constantly tempted about many dirty thoughts. Tim was always involved in family dinners, the parties your parents threw, vacations to his summer lake house.

The same lake house you were all at right now. It was owned by Tim, but he had offered for your family to use for a little vacation while you were home. Your father gratefully took the opportunity, he was just blind to the reason why.

Fucking your father's best friend was probably one of the worst things you could do, but when he looked like Tim, how could you stay away? There was guilt of course. You knew that if anyone ever found out, it would ruin the relationship Tim had with your dad... but being selfish over one thing wouldn't kill anyone right?

The first time you hooked up was before you went off to college after your gap year, you said it was one and done. Get it out of your system.

The second time was when you visited home during your break, and called it a mistake.

But by the third time, you both didn't made any excuses.

You knew the spot on his neck he liked to be kissed, his favorite position's to fuck you in, and that Tim had the most talented tongues you'd ever experienced. Over the past few years you became an expert to exactly what Tim was like, right under your parents' nose.

Every time Tim had the opportunity to be around you, fuck you, even just stare at you, he took it. You made him nervous, in a good way. Any time he was around your family, previous hook-ups flashed in his mind.

The last time... he laid you down on your couch and wrapped his large hands around your ankles to keep your legs from closing. Sucking your clit to the point you almost wanted to scream at the top of your lungs...

But now after not seeing you for almost a year, he was trying his hardest to keep it together in front of your parents.

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Tim's fingers ran over your exposed thigh as you spoke at the dinner table. He looked as calm as ever while he sipped on his wine. He didn't dare glance at you as he trailed his calloused fingers toward your inner thigh.

"We're all so proud of you y/n. Earning your degree in 'your choice' is not easy. To you my dear" your mother chimed out, lifting her glass to salute to your accomplishments.

Your mind was racing, bringing your wine glass to your lips, a tarty flavour hitting your tongue.

Tim was teasing you right now, from the waist up nobody could tell. He knew that you purposely sat at the end of the dinner table, next to him. His hands gripping the flesh of your thigh, kneading and caressing your skin just enough to make you squirm.

You weren't alone on this vacation either. A friend group of a few men and their wives were at the table too, but all you could think about was Tim.

"Yes honey, I think we all can safely say you're the smartest one at the table" your dad chuckled.

Tim's hand softly rubbed against your clothed clit, up and down so slowly. Opening your thighs to give him better access through the satin dress you wore.

"thanks everyone, it means a lot. I couldn't have done it without my amazing parents, and thank you Tim for offering us this place to have a little vacation" you tightly smiled, trying to divert your attention away from his fingers between your legs.

'Tim'— a word you hadn't called him often, only when you were in public with others around.

"Tim you mind helping me get dessert? I still can't remember all those drawers with plates and utensils" your dad asked, feeling his fingers quickly leaving you soaked through your panties.

"Yea of course" he grinned at your dad, getting up from the table and shooting you a deathly stare.

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You decided to return the 'favour' and watch him uncontrollably shift in his seat, for the remainder of the dinner.

Tim gripped his glass a bit tighter when your hands trailed up his growing budge. His eyes cut to the side discreetly to shoot you a glance. But you didn't move your hand, instead you ran your fingertips over his erection and pretended to be engaged in the conversation.

Tim enjoyed teasing you, but if anyone asked him to get up in the given moment, they would be met with a tent in his pants. His hand slid under the table cloth to grip your wrist, tight and burning.

"Enough, not here" he mumbled, hiding his lips with the glass. The words were quiet enough, just for you to hear. A conversation continued around you and everyone was oblivious to your hand rubbing his cock through his dress pants.

"Make me" you softly whispered, eyes beaming with mischief.

You watched Tim's eyes darken before shooting back the rest of the drink that was meant to be savoured through the rest of the evening. He ripped your hand off, stretching slightly in his chair.

"Well it's been a long day, I think I'm going to head to bed early. Don't worry about keeping the noise down. and everyone knows their rooms? " he asked.

There was an unspoken promise that laid under his words, the hidden message in his tone that was meant for you to follow.

Everyone had followed up with their 'thank you's' and 'good nights' when Tim said his last words.

"Congratulations again y/n" Tim's hand rested on your shoulder in passing. Just like that he was walking up the stairs to the master bedroom.

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Your wandering mind had you scurrying up the stairs quickly after dinner had ended. Finding the master bedroom and slipping inside the dimly lit room.

The click of the lock was quiet, your heart beat was thumping in your ears.

"I've missed you" he lowly spoke, a husky tone to his voice.

You eyes trying to see what was in front of you, barely able to make out his full features.

"Me too" you added with a shaky tone.

It had been far too long since you had last hooked up, so you were nervous and yearning for the feeling again.

You took a step and then another until you were right in between his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands reached for your waist, holding the curve of it as he gazed up at you.

"This is wrong. I have guests here" Tim faltered, rubbing a hand up and down your back. His words not matching his actions.

"I know" you swallowed, your tongue wetting your lips.

He pulled you in closer with his one hand on your waist, rubbing against the satin material of your dress. His other hand traveled to your face as he brushed his thumb over your plump lips.

"Open up" he said.

You obeyed, parting your lips in an invitation for him to press his thumb against the flat surface of your wet tongue.

You closed your lips around his thumb, sucking as you moved your head back and forth. Your eyes didn't shut, no. You stared at him all the while sucking on his finger and Tim's gaze felt heavy with lust.

"I told you not to act out in front of others. That was our agreement last time this happened" he addressed.

"Mhm" you mumbled.

The vibration sending fire straight to his straining cock, his own chest heavy with desire.

Gently he lowered you to straddle his thighs, his hands snaking up your body. One tangled in your hair, the other cupping your jaw.

Tim couldn't wait any longer to feel your lips on his. It was a long awaited moment that slowly became familiar once you matched his rhythm. His short facial hair scratching against your cheeks. He pried your lips open with his tongue and entered your mouth.

You broke off his lips and pushed him back on the bed, undoing his belt and pulling his pants down enough to spring free his heavy cock. Every time you were face to face with it, somehow it always seemed bigger than before.

You wetted your lips before taking the base of him in your hand. A wad of spit leaving your lips to run down his length. Tim laid with his hands behind his head, watching you.

"Does my mouth feel good wrapped around your cock, daddy?" you slyly asked him and began to speed up your pace, not giving him any time to respond. His eyebrows immediately frowned with pleasure as he licked his lips. "You like it when I stroke you like this?"

"Come on, answer me." you asked him lowly with your mouth half full. After you said that, you felt him thrust hard into the back of your throat, his hands placed on the sides of your head and he started to push your face down for you.

"You're doing so good baby" he strained, his adams apple bobbing in his throat. Just before he could feel himself about to come, he pulled your head up.

"please- fuck me" you begged, spit strung from your lips down to his cock.

"you think you can handle it this time?" he asked out of breath, sitting up with you on his lap.

"think you can handle me... old man?" you snapped back.

Tim's hands gathered your dress and pulled it over your head. The little details of your body drove him insane. He had lost all restraint when your boobs fell out of your bra.

His veiny hands grabbed at your boobs and kneaded them as you whimpered softly against his lips. Thumbs brushing over and over again against your hardnened nipples, shooting fire down your spine.

Tim grabbed your hips and positioned you in the center of his lap, his fingers slipped your panties to the side.

The pads of his fingers rubbed up and down your clit, and then slowly eased two finger's into you. Your tightness around his fingers alone, let him know just how difficult you were gonna be, getting accustomed to his size again.

A sharp gasp left your lips as your breath hitched, digging your nails into his shoulders. Slowly lifting your hips to grind against his fingers. The quiet room was filled with noises of your wetness as he continued to pump in and out of you.

"We can't go any further if you can't keep quiet" he continued, marking a hickey on your boob.

"I will, I promise" you confirmed.

His fingers slipped out from your pussy and met your lips again. Lapping your tongue around his digits to taste your arousal on your tongue.

"Get on the bed" he laid one last kiss to the side of your neck. Tim watched you quickly sit on your knees on the bed "How do you want it?" he asked unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"You know how I want it" you bit against your bottom lip, your stomach in knots, insinuating the ways you did it in the past.

"Alright, face down ass up" he ordered.

You got on your hands and knees, lowering your cheek into the soft comforter, your back arching to hike your ass in the air.

Tim's hands fumbled with his belt, turning your head ever so slightly to see his toned upper half. The belt looped around his hand, he walked up behind you.

His thumb brushed up the length of your soaked pussy, pulling your panties tight between your folds, tugging slightly to add pressure on your clit.

His belt softly cracked your ass, a burning sting turning to pleasure. Each cry that left your lips was masked by the loud chatter from the downstairs living room.

Tim sized up your perfect ass and the growing red patch that was spreading. How you weren't caught yet was concerning, because he couldn't hold it together every chance he seen you.

"So fucking wet for me... do you think you deserve to get fucked?" he seethed. Tapping his belt against your clit just to watch your body twitch.

"yea daddy" you cried, clenching around nothing. Tears were already forming in your eyes as he threw his belt next to you on the bed.

Tim slipped inside you with almost no resistance. A loud moan left your mouth, surprise and pleasure mingling as you were impaled by his size.

"oh my... fuck" you muffled into the sheets, clawing the comforter in your hands.

Tim shifted slightly and pressed down on your hips, forcing his cock even deeper inside you. He sunk into you until you were skin to skin with him, until he was completely sheathed inside of you.

Your vision went cloudy; it was too much and not enough at the same time.

"Mm baby you were made for me" he groaned, giving you a second to adjust to him.

His thrusts started off slow, but he got greedy. Encouraging loud whimpers out of you, high pitched and evident. His hips smacking against your ass, watching it ripple off his skin.

It was a blessing that Tim's room was upstairs, as your parents were completely oblivious to their daughter getting ruined by a man beyond her years.

"I need you to stay- fuck -I need you to stay quiet for me" he croaked. His face covered in a light layer of sweat.

You tried your best, grabbing a pillow and shoving your face into it. Muffling your cries of pleasure for only him to hear.

"Don't stop please" you repeated over and over again, until your orgasm came crashing down on you.

He finally slowed down his pace as you came down from your high. He could feel your walls pulsing on his cock, bringing him to his climax.

"Oh my god" you breathed.

Feeling a thick white liquid paint your ass. Then a second load of cum hitting you, Tim bit the inside of his cheek trying to silence his moans while he pumped every last drop onto you.

"Why don't you stay with me tonight and we'll get you back down to your room before everyone wakes in the morning?"