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lisired · 3 months

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waiting game

pairing: best friend’s dad!johnny x (f) reader

genre/warnings: smut, dilf au, age gap, unprotected sex (dont b silly wrap yo mf willy!), orgasm denial, edging, half the fic is just johnny & mc teasing each other to death, oral (f receiving), fingering around people

summary: Your best friend’s dad is a smoking hot dilf seeking vengeance after you’ve spent the past couple of years teasing him, but it seems that you can’t handle a taste of your own medicine.

word count: 9.1k

a/n: ¼ of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!

Time was something ironic to you. It flew by quickly when you were having fun, yet seemed to drag on when the moments were dull. If you had to give a prime example, it would be now.

This current moment, with you listening impatiently to the vexing sound of your clock ticking while counting down the minutes before you got to see Johnny again. You had a study date with your best friend - his daughter - in over half an hour, and you were beginning to wish that you hadn’t planned your outfit so far in advance. Now you had nothing to distract you from your throbbing heartbeat in the meantime.

To say the least, every moment with Johnny was nothing short of thrilling, no matter how brief. He had the power to summon a swarm of butterflies in your stomach with a mere smile - unbeknownst to him, of course. As far as you knew, Johnny knew nothing of your silly little crush on him and you wanted to keep it that way. It was fun to imagine what it would be like if he reciprocated your crush, but that’s precisely all it was—your imagination. Hypothetical situations you could only fantasize about. You had to give yourself the tough reminder that he’d never be into his daughter’s best friend. He could never.

Still, you liked Johnny. He was friendly and though he told his dad jokes, he was funny. He was confident. He knew how to cook and he was smart, and you liked that he always knew how to direct conversation. You and Johnny talked sometimes, usually whenever you stayed for dinner, or breakfast. He had never let you feel invisible, or like you were invading a space that wasn’t yours. He welcomed you.

But of course, he was also smoking hot. Smoldering, even. You recalled the first time you laid eyes on him, when you were visiting your best friend and he was in the front yard, mowing the grass. Sweats and a tanktop. Hair stuck to his forehead like a second layer. Drenched in sweat as he battled the summertime heat. Sometimes you still wondered if he caught you gawking, whether it was when you first saw him looking like that or when he told you that he was your best friend’s father and not her brother.

(You were even more surprised to hear that he was in his forties. He could have passed for late-twenties, and you almost scanned his head for a sight of a single grey hair but decided that would have been rude).

Yet as attractive as he was in every sense of the word, there came again the rough reminder that he was equally out-of-bounds. It always slammed roughly against you whenever you daydreamed about him, forcing you to remember that there was a boundary between you both. You could not have Johnny. And even if he were to want you, he couldn’t have you, either. God forbid you thought about how unrequited this was.

None of that ever stopped you from liking him, though. In your heart, there was still an ounce of hope that maybe something could blossom between you, weeding its way through the cracks of the invisible boundary.

What were those cracks? Easy: temptation.

Like any other day, Johnny looked absolutely mouthwatering. He wore a satin shirt and dark jeans, brown hair parted and his skin gleaming beneath the kitchen light. You desperately wanted to make your move right then, but your best friend crashing into your arms forced you to remember why you couldn’t.

“Gosh, I missed you,” Jessica cheered as she wrapped her arms around you firmly.

“It hasn’t even been three days since you last saw me,” you replied amusedly, nonetheless hugging her back. Jessica wasn’t your best friend for no reason. She was closer to you than anyone else, even your own parents. She knew everything there was to know about you. You knew that you could tell her anything, but this was different. You’d rather take this one to the grave.

She rolled her eyes as she loosened her embrace and let you go, “Whatever. Three days, three weeks, it all feels the same,” she said dramatically, making you both snicker. “But for real, my dad was like, just making dinner. Wanna join us?”

It had smelled delicious all the way from the front door. But that was Johnny for you, with cooking being one of his favorite habits. You would feel bad about eating their food though, so you leaned towards declining.

As if he could hear your reply before you said it, Johnny chimed in from the kitchen, “I made your favorite.”

That shut you up before you could reply. Your mouth hang open then closed, and after a moment of self-debate you opened it again. “Shit, pass me a plate,” you’d have to be running a fever or replaced by a shape-shifting alien to turn down Johnny’s chicken Alfredo.

You rested your backpack for now, ignoring their laughter as you strolled inside the kitchen.

By the time dinner ended, Jessica had to unexpectedly leave, mentioning something about a work emergency that you failed to completely catch. You didn’t mind too much, of course. It gave you the perfect excuse to stay in company of Johnny, and you even offered to help him wash the dishes as a thank you for dinner.

“Thank you for helping me with the dishes. You didn’t have to,” Johnny said, stretching his arm to put one final dish away in the cabinet. His sleeves were rolled up so you eyed his biceps like they were the meal, but forced yourself to look away before he could notice.

“Don’t mention it. It’s the least I could do after you made such a wonderful meal, sir,” you replied respectfully. In the same breath, it took everything in you not to let your eyes trail down his body. His shirt was unbuttoned, leaving all the good stuff out in the open.

“Don’t flatter me,” Johnny joked. “Do you know how to cook?”

You couldn’t stop your laughter. “Of course not. I’m a safety hazard in the kitchen.”

Johnny snorted, “Why do you say that?”

“Sir, my expertise extends to instant noodles - hardly even that. One time, I burnt them and nearly killed my microwave.”

Johnny’s eyes crinkled. He knew now to keep you at least six feet away from his microwave, maybe even forbid you from touching his stove or oven. He also thought about giving you lessons. “How in god’s name did you do that?”

“I forgot to put water in them!” You explained, tone laced with shame. “Even if I did know how to cook, my skills are no where near yours. You’re like, the cooking connoisseur. I can’t imagine you forgetting to do something as simple as putting water in noodles.”

“It was an honest mistake,” he replied sympathetically. “But I like hearing about it. Tell me more about your failed cooking escapades.”

“God, where do I even begin? Let me tell you how I got banned from contributing to Thanksgiving dinner,” you said, and went on to explain the whole ordeal.

The way Johnny was snickering at you, it was almost like your conversation had the Victorious laugh track - except his giggles were genuine and the frequency of them didn’t irritate you. He had a beautiful laugh, one that made you simper. It went without saying that Johnny found you entertaining. He knew that he could never drink anything as long as he was around you, in fear that you’d have him spitting out his drink at every funny comment you made.

Johnny also let his eyes linger on your frame. Never had he ever seen anyone make skinny jeans look as stunning as you did, and it helped that your body was highlighted. You could feel his gaze burning into you, but chalked it up to your imagination running wild again. There was no way in hell Johnny Suh was checking you out.

Little did you know, that was exactly what Johnny was as doing. He so desperately wanted to fuck you then and there, but resisted. The opportunity would surface some other day, and to be honest he wanted to see where things would go. You weren’t half as subtle as you thought you were but he was going to play dumb until you quit these little games of your own.

“I’m an excellent cleaner, though,” you added once you concluded your story. Your lips curled into a smirk for the most brief moment, yet Johnny still caught it.

He also didn’t fail to catch the flirtatious undertone. “Yeah? Is that how you secured an extra slice of peach Cobbler versus all your hungry cousins?”

“And siblings. And uncles. And don’t forget my aunt’s seventh husband. But yeah, you get it. Favoritism also goes a long way.”

Johnny was amused, to say the least. He was still stuck on the fact that you had practically just offered yourself as a housewife to him, although it wasn’t necessary. He could think of plenty other ways to use you, other ways that you could put in work for him. It was tempting, but he was more determined to make you wait. He wanted to bottle you up until you exploded, and only then would he bother to clean up your mess.

The sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway ended your conversation abruptly. He seemed quick to wrap things up once he heard the car door lock. “That’s Jess. Thank you, again, for your help. You two are probably about to study now so have fun, and make sure to tell her I’ll be working in my study!”

So typical of Johnny to drown himself in work. A workaholic if you knew one. You were disappointed by the conversation coming to an end, then aroused by a thought in even less time. You knew that he had to be exhausted and could only think about letting him take his stress out on you, bending you over his desk and fucking you with his entire being.

Shaking the thoughts away, you replied, “I will.” Inevitably would you revisit them (or they would revisit you, rather), but for now you had to focus about studying with your best friend.

You weren’t slick at all, and Johnny wondered if you knew that.

In the following week, you had been coming over more often. That in itself wasn’t suspicious, but he noticed that your clothes became shorter by the day. Nothing completely out of line, yet he couldn’t help but catch how the inches decreased day after the next. He noticed that you became less shameless in flirting with him. At one point he thought that the only way you could be any more obvious was if you confessed the truth, but then you started lying to him. You made up silly excuses as to why you showed up when Jessica wasn’t there, and he had a different plan.

As always, excitement flowed through your veins when you walked through his door. You were always eager to see him, and even more thrilled to show off today’s outfit - one of your favorite skirts paired with a cute top. To be honest, you didn’t know why you were doing this when you had nothing but your intuition to support you, but something told you to dress nicely today.

It was no shocker that Johnny did too. His sleeves were rolled up yet again, muscles peeking through the fabric, and you could only wonder if you’d ever have the luxury of seeing him completely shirtless. Jessica had mentioned earlier inviting you and another friend to chill in the pool this Saturday, but that didn’t mean her dad would be involved. You could only hope, though you were pulled away from the thought when you heard him call your name.

Cluelessly you blinked, asking dumbly, “Did you say something?”

The presence of a smirk was on Johnny’s face for a sliver of a second. You had caught it, and felt your cheeks warm at the thought that you had been caught staring - much worse spacing out - at him.

He repeated, “I said, what’s it today?” And you flushed some more. You obviously knew that you had been over more recently, that was the entire point. But something about him acknowledging it was thrilling yet frightening.

“You say that like I come over every day.”

“It sure feels like it. You might as well keep a key and put some of your things in the spare room,” Johnny retorted. Your heart sank a little at the thought that maybe you really were overdoing it, and sensing a drop in your mood, he added, “Hey, I’m just messing with you. How may I help you today, princess?”

Princess. He had no clue, you could be such a sucker for pet names. You didn’t even know if it was the pet name itself that had your knees wobbly or how it sounded rollling off his tongue, but you didn’t care. You were losing your mind and hardly covering it up.

You cleared your throat. “I left my notebook here, and I just wanted to pick it up.”

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows. “Jessica said that she dropped it off at your place this morning.”

Well, that backfired. It was true that you had left your notebook, and intentionally, but it wasn’t apart of the plan for Jessica to bring it back to you. Now you could only play dumb and pretend that you hadn’t known about it.

“Oh, um,” you were caught, and damn Johnny’s suffocating gaze for not helping at all. You felt like wilting beneath him while he stared at you like that - cynical and inscrutable.

Instead of giving you time to form a reply, Johnny only walked forward, and you had no where to run but backwards, until your rear hit the wall and you were grounded in place. “You wanna know what I think?” He crooned, hardly containing a laugh at how bewildered you looked. “I think that you haven’t been forgetting anything this whole time. I think that you wore this pretty little skirt, all for me.”

You gasped when his hand landed against your skin, raking up your thigh and underneath your skirt. In that moment, you were thankful that you had worn it. Johnny had complete access to your body, and you liked it. You liked how his gaze rooted you in place, still as though he would have somehow punished you for making any sudden movements. It was clear that you could have moved if you wanted, but even clearer that you liked the feeling of power he had over you. You wanted him to control you, to maybe push him to any surrounding limit to see just how commanding he could be.

“I think that you just want my attention, baby girl. Is that right?” He asked, as though he wasn’t feeling the answer. With his fingers circling your panties, you knew he was only asking for any other reason than confirmation.

You whimpered, “Sir, please.”

“Please, what?” Johnny questioned, playing clueless. He knew what you wanted. He had definitely known much longer than expected, you realized. All those times where you were so obviously flirting with him, he was choosing to play dumb and ignore your antics.

“Please touch me,” you begged.

Johnny smiled softly - condescendingly - but he still wore that fake confused expression on his face, “I am touching you though, aren’t I?”

Fuck, were you already getting tired of this. He knew damn well what you meant by touching you, and this wasn’t it. You wanted more. You wouldn’t care if he manhandled you right now, you just were in desperate need of his contact so then, and only then, would you be satisfied.

You could sound no more desperate as you whined, “Sir, please, I need more.”

He only laughed - dead in your face. “I don’t think that you deserve it.”

“I’ll do anything,” you knew that you sounded pathetic, but you had been waiting far too damn long for him to be teasing you like this. You couldn’t think of one reason why you wouldn’t deserve it, but there was already a mental list brewing of things you were ready to do to convince him. If a blowjob was what it would take, you’d be on your knees in an instant.

The offer tempted Johnny and he would be lying if he said that it hadn’t. But you had been teasing him for years now, and he wanted you to know how it felt when the tables were turned. If you were going to play games with him, then he was determined to beat you, to push you to every edge until you caved in to defeat. Johnny wanted you on your knees begging, and he was determined to have that. What better way to play than to give you nothing at all?

He liked the premise of you can look, but you can’t touch. There was no better way that he could punish you than by giving you a taste of your own medicine. Restraining himself was much more difficult than he had let on, but he knew you had half his patience at most. With the tricks he had up his sleeve, he’d have you caught inside his net in no time.

He tilted his head. “You want this?”

“Need it,” you replied without missing a beat.

Just as quickly, Johnny pulled his hand away from underneath your skirt, and therefore followed the little relief he had permitted you. An instant whimper fell from your lips, but it was clear as day that he didn’t care. His laugh mocked you, teased you, and you couldn’t fathom why he was playing with you like this. You wanted to ask him why he was toying with you, but he would beat you to any words.

“That’s too bad,” he replied, nonchalantly. “I want you to wait for it.”

You whined, “Haven’t I waited long enough?”

You didn’t realize how close he was to you until then. Nevermind how his eyes pierced holes through your skin and made you swallow hard, instantly making you regret saying anything. How you could feel the warmth of his body radiating onto you without him touching you - even if he practically was. How he towered over you and made you feel so much smaller in comparison to him, how he made you feel frozen in place with nothing but a mere glance. It was power. It was prominent in his eyes, whispering, You’ll do anything for me. You couldn’t tell if it was a simple statement or a demand, but it was true.

“Don’t you think that I’ve waited long enough?” His eyes were cold. You wanted to move backwards, but there was no escape. You were trapped beneath his gaze with no where to run. “Don’t be so selfish. You’ve been playing your little games with me for the past couple of years. Don’t you think it’s my turn now?”

It was then that you realized what this was. It was revenge - sweet to him, yet so bitter to you. Karma really was a bitch.

You heard a car pulling into the driveway, and Johnny finally stepped away from you. “See you later,” a day, two days, a week - whatever amount of time defined the wait of later, it was too much. Call it greed. Call it selfish. But you just couldn’t wait. You wanted him. You needed him. Your body was yearning for touch, but you could feel nothing but cool air.

You needed Johnny now, and yet he refused to give himself to you.

It was finally Saturday, and you were nothing less than thrilled. The days in between now and the last time you’d seen Johnny felt closer to weeks and now that you had an excuse, you were going to be downright insufferable. As if you weren’t going to be insufferable either way. With the way things turned out during your encounter with him, you realized than instead of wallowing in defeat, you needed to play back harder. That meant leveling-up and making it known that you weren’t going down without a fight.

As you hoped, Johnny was also in the backyard. Jess had invited you and her crush Mark over for a pool day, and Johnny insisted on grilling for the three of you. You were ninety-nine percent convinced that you were half the reason, with him simply wanting to get at you - and that he did. He looked more mesmerizing than he usually did, sweat making his skin gleam, and it took you back to the first time that you’d seen him.

You shoved the memory into a dark corner in the back of your brain. Determination filled you to the brim, and you had just the trick up your sleeve to make Johnny lose his mind.

“Ready for the pool?” Jessica asked as you both stepped out onto the patio.

It was difficult to hide your smirk as you replied, “Born ready.” You had been planning this moment out for days, and you refused to let reality not match your expectations.

She rushed to get inside the pool with Mark, but you took your sweet time, waiting for the moment when you could feel Johnny’s eyes on you to drop the towel. It revealed a bright red bikini, and the look on his face when you glanced up to capture his reaction was worth a million bucks. He was looking at you like he wanted you, and that alone was enough to satisfy you.

Don’t burn the food, you mouthed cockily, just before sending him a week and diving into the pool with your two friends.

The rest of the afternoon consisted of mutual stares that lingered far too long, and by the time the day began to fade dull you had been in and out of the pool and Johnny had gone inside. With Mark and Jessica being equally sprung for each other it was easy for your third-wheeling adventure to begin, and you were yearning for more excitement, running out of battery from earlier’s thrilll.

Some time later, you all agreed to end the night here and Mark and Jessica decided to go on a walk before he went home. It being implied that you were going home, you all bid your good farewells to each other and headed out of the pool.

But when they left, there was Johnny standing on the patio, eyeing you as you stood by the edge of the pool. “Heading out?”

“I was,” you replied, but if he intended on staying out here then maybe you’d charge your mind.

“So not anymore,” Johnny smirked as he put the pieces together. “Let me join you.”

You shrugged, as a sign of not caring what he chose to do, in spite of the fact that your heart was racing. You sank back into the water, preferred it over the feeling of freezing air prickling your skin. Johnny’s eyes never left yours as he made move for the pool, but yours left his the moment he tugged his shirt above his head.

Of fucking course, he was ripped.

Feigning nonchalance was becoming difficult - your mouth watered and you could hardly stop your eyes from popping out of their sockets. To make matters worse, he looked even better in the water with his skin golden, water gleaming in the moonlight. The cocky look on his face proved he knew it all too well, and you were struggling now more than ever to restrain yourself.

“Bet you thought you were slick for what you pulled this afternoon.”

You smirked at the memory. Of course, you didn’t. The whole point was to provoke him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about,” Johnny groaned. It sounded hotter than it should’ve, and now you were ready to clip the conversation and cut to the action. “You walking around trying to provoke me.”

You retaliated, “I wouldn’t have to if you would just fuck me.”

It was clearly the wrong answer, you concluded from the way his eyes seemed to darken. He’d put you in your place right then and there if that wasn’t exactly what you wanted. But it was, and Johnny knew that in spite of your front you were crumbling. It wouldn’t be very long before he had you bowing down at his feet.

He seemed calm, though the look in his eye was anything but. “I told you, you don’t deserve it,” Johnny replied patiently. You were a pain in the ass, but he still enjoyed making you wait. It was so obviously driving you crazy, and the day what little patience you had remaining dissipated, he was going to have so much fun with you.

“How can I earn it?” You asked meekly. It was slowly coming to you that Johnny had a resolve of steel, and it would take more than flaunty outfits to get under his skin. You didn’t know what to do and it was making you want to yank your hair.

“Behave,” he said, like you were a toddler. “And maybe I’ll consider it sooner.”

He was climbing out of the pool before you could even think of a response, and even when you called out his name he never turned around. You wondered what he was getting out of this. You knew that all your teasing played a major role, but it seemed to have the opposite effect of what was intended. Instead of wrapping him around your finger, Johnny walked further away from your spell. A part of you kind of liked it. Another part of you wasn’t sure how to adapt. Most boys came to you in a flock at the sight of skin, a little flirting here and there and they were your pawns. But Johnny was so much more complicated, and for once the instructions were unclear to you. You winded up frustrating yourself further instead in your attempts to frustrate him.

He was a puzzle with a million pieces and you couldn’t figure out how to put him together. A stranger you weren’t to challenges, but he was the toughest competition you’d face and the worst part was that he seemed to have you all figured out.

You always used to think that people were exaggerating when they expressed their desire for someone else. No feeling could ever be so strong as to tear someone apart that way. Yet now that you were in a position where something so close to you felt so far away, you finally understood. You finally knew what it meant to yearn for someone, and it was killing you slowly.

You craved Johnny. It didn’t matter if you were in the same room because he’d pretend as though everything was normal between you and you couldn’t fathom how he could ignore the tension so easily. Especially when it was all you could feel whenever you were in the same space together.

Next Friday was when things began to stir up. Jessica had invited you and Mark over for dinner and considering their obvious crush on each other, they sat beside each other. That left one seat remaining - the one across Mark, directly beside Johnny.

That’s how you landed yourself in this predicament. Johnny’s long fingers plunging in and out of you from underneath the table. It started with his hand simply resting on your thigh but then he started rubbing circular patterns, until he inched between them and underneath your skirt. You were fighting back noises and expressions, yet in contrast he joined in enthusiastically on the conversation like there was nothing happening beneath the table.

“Johnny, they’re right there,” you whimpered when no one was watching. You were thankful that Mark and Jessica were so invested in one another, it decreased your chances of getting caught sneaking around with Johnny since they hardly paid full attention.

“Guess that means you’ll have to be quiet then,” he whispered without a care in the world. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

You could only give a casual, slight nod. If you spoke, you were at risk of letting out moans and that was the last thing you wanted.

Johnny purred, “Good girl.”

Fuck, that was hot. If it weren’t for your two friends sitting at the table with you, you would have moaned right then. All the titles and names Johnny called you made your skin feel hot and made your desire for him multiply. It felt like a test on your patience and you were failing.

In his attempt to act as though nothing was wrong, Johnny asked to no one in particular, “Any plans for the weekend?”

Jessica didn’t miss a beat. She announced excitedly, “Mark and I are going bowling. He sucks and wants me to teach him.”

“I do not suck!” Mark instantly protested. “I got a strike once!”

“Once, as in one time,” Jessica giggled.

Any other time, you would have leaped at any opportunity to tease Mark, but you couldn’t even focus on the rest of the conversation. Johnny’s fingers felt too good inside you, reaching impossible places with precise angles. You couldn’t lie, he did a magnificent job at pretending he was completely engaged in whatever conversation, but you could tell he had shifted most of his attention to you. Even without looking at you directly, it was almost like he could see your reaction and Johnny was determined to steer you right off of the edge.

Whenever a moan approached you, you bit your lip, hard. Or shoved a forkful of spaghetti into your mouth. Whatever you could do to prevent yourself from moaning. The brief glimpse of a smirk you saw on Johnny’s lips confirmed that he was enjoying this, but you couldn’t be mad. You were enjoying it too - especially considering this was probably the most you would get from him for a while, you could only be satisfied.

You were only snapped out of this trance when you heard your name called, snapping your head up in the direction of Johnny.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Huh?” Oh how familiar this situation had felt.

“I said, do you have any plans for the weekend?” Johnny reiterated, looking at you so normally that even you started to believe he wasn’t fingering you right now.

Oh, did you. If Johnny insisted on not fucking you any time soon, then you were going to have a good ole time with your pal, your vibrator. You couldn’t exactly say that though, and even if you could you wouldn’t dare speak more than three words at once. Not when you were so close. So you opted for simply shaking your head.

“Perfect. With Jessica gone I’ll need someone to help me repaint the walls,” Johnny joked, yet you could see right through what he was saying.

Jessica grumbled, “Dad, no. I told you I’ll help you when I get back.”

You forced your voice up as front as you could, “I don’t mind. It’s not like I’m doing anything anyways and,” you fought the sound back into your throat before you continued, “-and it’s the least I could do after leeching off you guys.”

“You’re not a leech,” your best friend reassured. “But if you really want to help him then suit yourself.”

If only she knew you couldn’t care less about the walls, not when you were focused on a completely different type. You wanted Johnny to paint your walls, simple as that.

Conversation didn’t die, but neither did the feeling between your thighs. They were trembling as you approached your orgasm, and you could feel it creeping up on you. You were about to duck your head to hide the pleasured expressions on your face until you couldn’t feel it anymore.

You nearly whimpered, staring at Johnny with only shock. It wasn’t really surprising considering everything that had happened since that day, but you were disappointed. Johnny kept dropping you off before you got to your destination, and you were sick of his teasing and being unable to do anything about it.

“Sorry, princess,” Johnny murmured, but he didn’t look the part even slightly, with a grin playing on his lips. “I’ll make it all up to you tomorrow.”

You guessed you could wait one more day.

730 days.

365 days.

2 weeks.

The countdown was done. The stalling and wait was over. The amount of days you had been waiting for this one specifically you had no clue, but none of that would matter to you anymore once you finally tested on your tongue the sweet taste of victory. You were ready.

You could feel nothing but nerves and exhilaration, but you liked it. You liked how you weren’t sure if you were breathing when you rang the doorbell, but you knew that you weren’t the moment Johnny opened the door. If you had a quarter for every time Johnny had left you breathless, you’d be rich. You couldn’t fathom how a man could look so attractive, and it wasn’t like he always put extra effort into it like you sometimes did. It was something raw.

Johnny smiled when he saw you. “You made it.”

“Of course,” you replied. You sounded relaxed, although you were anything but calm. The mere thought of the events bound to happen in the following moments had you overjoyed.

Johnny let you inside and shut the door. You didn’t get far down the hall before he pinned you back against the wall, the way he did the last time you had been in this scenario. But you knew the outcome would be different this time.

His stare was still hard and deep, but his grin never left. “Ready to paint some walls?”

Damn the walls. You weren’t even remotely concerned about anything that wasn’t on Johnny or in between your legs.

You held his gaze and smiled back as you joked, “Isn’t that your job?”

“I see you brought your jokes with you,” Johnny observed. Then his hand scooted underneath your skirt and squished your thigh. “And another pretty skirt.”

Melting into the warmth of his touch was your only option. You were so starved that you weren’t sure if the smallest touch was enough to get your gears in motion, or if your greed for more was insatiable and it would never be enough. Though it was certain that you wanted him, and concluding from the way Johnny was eyeing you like you were his prey, the feeling was mutual.

His hand crawled closer in between your thighs and the whole time you felt as though you were holding your breath. Johnny had a way of effortlessly making you defocus on anything that wasn’t your desire for him. You weren’t concerned about what was right or what was wrong. You weren’t concerned about the consequences. All you cared about was feeling his skin on yours and meeting him inside of the sheets.

“Just for you,” you murmured, somewhere on the verge of breathless. Johnny knew you weren’t lying or saying things just to make the moment. With your history, it was easy to believe you had picked it out especially for his taste.

The skirt was a personal favorite of Johnny’s. He had never stated it outright, but the way his eyes were constantly on you was more than enough confirmation. Of course you would use your speculations to your advantage - the moment had been dragged out enough and by now it was established that you were beyond impatient.

“Yeah?” He cocked his head. “Wanna show me what’s underneath?”

More than anything. You wanted to lift up your skirt right then and there. Instead, you opted for nodding your head, unable to come up with any words let alone a sentence.

Johnny took no time to toss you up in his arms. He carried you into his bedroom and launched you onto his sheets, eyeing you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you, princess,” he cooed.

For once, you had no smart reply - you just let him move on his own accord. You could feel the tension in the room soaring as he crawled above your body, silent and sly as he slithered between your thighs. Johnny could feel his mouth water as he pushed your skirt up, finally getting a full view of what was underneath. Your panties - pretty, lace, and blue (and drenched.)

He pushed them to the side. “Did you wear these for me, too?”

He honestly didn’t even have to ask. The two of you had been down this road before and it was simply a given that you dressed to impress him particularly. Keeping in mind his favorite color plus how much he fancied your wardrobe on you came naturally when you were this desperate.

You nodded again, then asked, “Do you like them?”

“Love them, baby. You look so pretty in blue,” Johnny murmured. His distracted fingers teased your folds and made your breath hitch. You were already wet, but his touch had you melting into a puddle on the mattress. “You ready?”

There was no hesitance in your voice as you whined, “God, yes.” The moment had already been dragged on too long and though you understood that Johnny would probably want to take his time with you, you needed things to pick up the pace, even if just a little.

“Good, because I wanna taste you.”

Johnny pushed your legs out a little more to give himself the room to roam between them. Then he started with pecks to your inner thigh, gentle and sweet and arousing. As if you weren’t aroused enough already. He admired the way your folds glistened with wetness - he knew that you most likely assumed he was taking his time out of being hell bent on teasing the life out of you, but that was only half of the truth. You were just so pretty that he wanted to savor the moment forever.

His tongue teased back and forth over your slit, almost tentatively as though he was only taste-testing you. When you needily bucked up your hips with a whimper, Johnny decided to quit his games and went in for the kill. He ate you out like there was no tomorrow, slow enough to pay attention to detail yet fast enough so that you weren’t left hanging. You bit your lip when you felt him on your flesh. It didn’t subdue your sounds completely, but enough to where Johnny could tell that they were being muffled.

He drew back, dissatisfied by your lack of volume. “Don’t bite your lip. No one’s hear with us so I wanna hear you.”

You were a little dazed when you nodded, present physically yet mentally beginning to tune out. His lips distracted you, coated with a glossy layer of your slick. Minutes ago it was an image that had only seemed to exist when you closed your eyes, imagining this moment as you had longed for its arrival. Now it had become a reality and you were beyond blissful. You wanted to freeze time and prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

The only thing capable of sucking you back out of your mind was the feeling of Johnny’s lips reattaching themselves to your skin. You couldn’t suppress the moan that fell from your mouth then even if you tried, caught off-guard as you were absorbed in your head. You could feel the smug grin dashing upon his lips but it was hard to care when he was practically sucking the life out of you. This was all you had ever wanted and needless to say Johnny didn’t disappoint not one bit. He was everything you imagined he’d be times two.

“F-feels so good,” you stammered. There was nothing to fake even if you wanted to, it genuinely felt good and he was serious competition for anyone that had ever gone down on you before. Your brain felt clouded and your skin felt hot and you liked it. Loved it.

Johnny would have been insufferable with the dirty talk if it wasn’t for the fact that his mouth was currently preoccupied between your thighs. You could already hear the words he’d probably say if he didn’t have a mouthful of pussy, “Yeah? You like that, princess?” Oh, and the never-ending pet names. You were usually fond of them, but he made them seem next level. Maybe it was his voice or some other factor, but you knew that you were attracted to it regardless.

On his end, Johnny was absolutely wrecked on you. From the way he’s going down on you, with an eagerness that only a starved man could possess (and in a sense, he was one), it’s no secret, either. With how well he managed to hide his desire it got difficult for you to remember that he wanted you as much as you did him, and that was an unsafe amount.

You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you steadily. Your gut was practically screaming it at you, and god you couldn’t wait to cum on his tongue. Every day after the next wasn’t simply edging, but plain orgasm denial. Today was the day the torture was meant to stop.

“Close,” you moaned, as if it weren’t obvious enough, “gonna cum.”

He hummed a muffled, “Yeah?” Johnny knew that you wouldn’t last much longer. Aside from the sensation tearing through your stomach, all the outwardly noticeable clues were the tremble of your thighs and the sounds you made. Though much to your misfortune, the next would be of disappointment instead of delight as he moved away from you yet again.

“Sorry, baby,” he for once sounded decently apologetic. “But I want you to cum when I’m inside you.”

“Fuck me,” you pleaded, although you didn’t have to. Johnny was set on his goal the moment he brought you into his bedroom.

“Trust me, I am. Come here.”

Your movements showed no hesitation as you crawled onto his lap. His lips latched onto your neck and aroused a subtle, soft gasp of surprise from you. You made no attempt to fight his actions though, his hands attacking your skin simultaneously as he tugged at the remaining articles of clothing. As his fingers went for your bra, yours came for his own clothes, unbuttoning his top and slipping it down his shoulders.

Johnny chuckled with amusement at how eager you were. Nevermind himself; he was pinning you back down against the mattress roughly, lips attacking your flesh as his hand slinked beneath your skirt. It wrenched your panties down your thighs and found your clit seconds later, meanwhile his mouth was practically glued to your skin, sucking at your chest, neck, and collarbone. Your neck was most likely covered in hickeys and you knew that, but it felt too good to get concerned over. You figured Johnny would probably have wanted to see them anyways.

The sounds you made each time were cute, but only made Johnny yearn for more. He was going to be an animal the moment he got inside you, wild, untamed, and hunting.

Johnny drew back one final time, knowing what he wanted and that he needed it now. He rummaged throughout the drawers of his dresser swiftly.

You crooked your head to the side. “What are you doing?”

“Finding a condom. Practicing safe sex. Unless, you don’t want me to wear one. I’m clean.”

At that, you were chewing at your bottom lip. Your mind was filled to the brim with dirty scenarios you had thought of before, Johnny cumming inside and making you feel full. You knew the sex would be good either way, but damn it, your imagination had won today.

“I’m on the pill. You can go bareback, if you want,” you murmured, in your attempt to appear as though you hadn’t daydreamed about him fucking you raw.

And of course, he saw right through you. But he only grinned smugly and replied, “Say less. Get on your hands and knees.”

As expected, you took no time to comply. You crawled into position as soon as you heard the command, resting on your palms and knees with your back in an arch. Johnny grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath you, ensuring your comfort first. “You good, baby?”

You nodded. “All good.”

Johnny hummed. He positioned himself behind you not much longer, one hand clutching your waist and the other holding his dick as he then slid inside you. The two of you sighed out immediately in relief - you could feel his grip on you tighten the moment he entered you, and he heard the moan you chirped. There was no doubt that the little waiting game only made this moment better for the both of you, wanting each other in a way that was incomparable to any other feeling you’d ever experienced.

“Fuck, so b-big,” you stammered. You were as aroused as you could have possibly been, but Johnny still had a size you knew would leave you breathless once you saw it through more the print against his pants.

Easing in and out of you, Johnny cooed, “Dick too big for you, baby?” He wouldn’t pick up his pace until he was sure that you were entirely comfortable, and would give you the time to adjust if you needed it. He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he would.

You shook your head. “N-no, I can take it.”

Johnny sported a grin, proud. He whispered, “Good girl.”

He had dreamed of moments like this. Moments where it was just you and him, shutting the world out as you felt each other as closely as you possibly could. Moments where he was pressed deeply inside you, making you moan from every thrust. Moments where he would finally taste a slice of the heaven he had wanted for much longer than he could identify. Johnny had known you wanted him since before a couple of weeks ago. Before that evening in the kitchen, before he confronted you in the hallway, and way before your pool shenanigans. You had always been anything but subtle, and even if you weren’t particularly as bold as you were now, there was always a subconscious ache for him in you that he couldn’t help but sense. You didn’t know it, but you just couldn’t hide your lust.

“Such a good girl. Taking me so well, just like you said you would, princess,” he whispered. That was all it took to make you weak. You were too dazed to tell for sure, but you knew you had probably moaned a little at his praise.

You pushed any other thought back into the spider-y corner in the deep shadows at the back of your brain. Thinking about anything other than Johnny and how he felt between your legs was nearly impossible, and you were relaxed in a way that you hadn’t been in a while. He was just so easy to melt into, someone that made you forget about every other minor and major problem and consequence you’d eventfully have to face.

While he was pounding you from behind, Johnny brought his hand right back underneath your skirt and to your clit. You weren’t surprised that he hadn’t taken it off since he was always unsubtle about his favoritism towards it, and he thought you looked lovely like this.

You whimpered needily, “Johnny.” His fingers were fast at work on you, and in the most positive way possible, you weren’t sure if you could handle it.

“You feel so good, baby girl,” Johnny growled. If anything that only made you want it more, although you already him and he had you.

Sex with Johnny was already better than either of you had ever imagined. There had always been this picture in his head, but now that he could feel you taking every inch of him, he wanted to heighten the feeling and surpass the limits. It was the same for you — your fingers and vibrator could never compare to the feeling of having him inside your walls. He was driving you crazy and you were driving him even crazier.

Even if once was already know risky enough, you were already fantasizing about the next time. You were determined that you could do this “under wraps” thing with him if it meant that you could recreate this feeling again. It was too good to pass up, too good to only have once. There was something so intoxicating about how Johnny felt in you, and how he made you feel generally. Being underneath him alone was somehow one of the most pleasurable things you’d ever felt.

Keeping things under wraps, however, was going to be easier said than done. Not only did it mean keeping this a secret from your best friend, you couldn’t afford to have anyone else find out. But with how the bed creaked, and you were moaning his name loud enough for the neighbors to know what was happening in his bedroom, you were going to need more than a good excuse. You could only hope the walls were thick enough to subdue most of your sounds. The only sounds audible in the room were skin-slapping, moans and grunts, heavy breathing and you swore that you could hear your heartbeat in your brain. You wondered if Johnny could hear it too, or if the banging in your chest was something that only you would be able to pick up on.

The force of Johnny’s thrusts knocked your body forward, enough to cause your face to crash into a pillow. He went at a tolerable pace - not too slow, yet not too fast - and yet, your heartbeat was racing. Maybe it was all the action unfolding around you, or maybe it was simply the exhilaration making your blood feel as though it was zipping throughout your veins. Whatever it was, you knew that you liked it.

There was nothing to not like — Johnny fucked you too good for that. It hadn’t surprised you not even a bit, but Johnny was better than anyone who had ever been between your thighs. He was relentless. The pressure your body felt right then was enough to make you implode.

That was when you could feel it approaching again. It was louder, even more prominent, and you were desperate for Johnny to make you cum. Now that you had finally proved to him that you deserved it, you would snap if he edged you even once more. You were tired of being denied pleasure, and you knew Johnny was tired of denying himself the sweet victory.

“C-cumming, Johnny please,” you begged, plea half-muffled into the pillow. You weren’t above it, not when your orgasm was in arms reach. Johnny had tamed you, and whatever shame or face you had to save was discarded ages ago.

“Fuck, yeah? Hold on,” he muttered.

Johnny changed your positions, moving from behind you to above you, and you underneath him. You glanced at him with furrowed eyebrows, wondering what prompted the change.

As if he could read your mind, he said, “Wanna see your face when you cum, baby girl.”

That made your heart flutter.

It was always painfully obviously when you were far from it. As long as whoever was fucking you was doing a good job, there was never a need to question it, and Johnny was doing a phenomenal one. Never had anyone had you as weak as he did and it was dangerous. You were addicted; and now that you were hooked, it was possible for you to take more of him than was safe.

Yet you couldn’t be bothered. Not now, not when you were so, so close to having it all. You didn’t care what was too much, because it didn’t seem like there was even a such thing as enough. You were on the brink of an orgasm, thighs trembling yet again and your face twisting with pleasure. Johnny hissed at how you were clenching around him, tightening his hold on your hips. He wasn’t at all very much far behind you.

“Johnny,” you cried out.

He leaned low, peppering kisses to your neck. “I got you, baby. Cum for me,” he crooned, almost as breathless as you were.

Moans tumbled from your mouth as you did exactly that, wounding your nails in the bare flesh of his back. Johnny was set off only moments after that, either by your expressions or how you were relentlessly clenching around him, painting your walls with his cum as he groaned sexily into your ear. You couldn’t move, barely even breathe as you rested against your sheets. Your chest rose and fell quickly, but Johnny kissing your skin soothed you; it made everything feel okay.

“How do you feel, princess?” He cooed beside your ear.

You answered through a shallow breath, sporting a grin as you replied, “Full.”

Johnny murmured, satisfied, “Good.” He was showing the utmost appreciation to your body and skin, kissing you and holding you and treating you so gently. It was like being beside him alone made the whole world disappear. He was still inside you, softened up, but he wanted to wallow in this feeling a little longer.

“We’ll do this again, right?” You asked. Maybe it was a little desperate, but you needed to know.

“Of course, baby girl. You thought we did all that waiting just to go one time?”

No, you wanted to say. It wasn’t that you had, but Johnny was unpredictable whenever he wanted to be. You needed a little confirmation, just to be safe.

Instead, you opted for shaking your head. “Will you make me wait again?”

“No,” Johnny shook his head back, “not unless you decide to be a brat again and need to be punished. Think you can be a good girl for me, babe?”

You smiled softly, bobbing your head. The last thing you wanted was to be put through that torture ever again, and if all it took to never experience it again was submitting to Johnny, then it was say less.

You had that out of the way. Johnny was accessible to you, and you to him. There was one small conflict now, you remembered as his phone began to ring, with the caller ID being daughter.

There was still another game that you both had to play; hide and seek.

#johnny smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #johnny x reader #nct imagines #johnny imagines #johnny suh smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios

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bakubunny · 7 months

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a/n: this is directly inspired by this lovely dilf!denki fic that left me in shambles. tysm for that, @aquadenks.

f!reader

dilf!denki who you don’t really notice at first. he has a very eye catching look as chargebolt, but as regular old denki, he’s another pretty boy with a casual look and bright eyes.

dilf!denki who’s a single dad and coparents his twin girls well with his ex. who sometimes plays with them at the park you walk your dog at every day, and you catch his winning smile. who catches you staring accidentally and offers a grin with a glimmer in his eyes like he’s noticed something about you.

dilf!denki who goes out of his way to introduce himself the next time he sees you. whose little girls “happen to notice” your big, gentle puppy walking by, easily as tall as either of them. (he definitely didn’t tell them there was a puppy in the park so that they’d look for you excitedly.) he’s smooth and not too forward as the twins ask curious questions and gently pet and pat your dog who is living for the attention his little girls give.

dilf!denki who says, “maybe i’ll see you around, sweetness,” with a wink and charming, boyish grin looking down at you and gosh, do you hope he’s right as he and his girls walk away. you’ve never been one to swoon or blush over a guy winking at you, but with him, he’s already got you hooked.

dilf!denki who managed to slip you his number the next time you’re in the park. who asked you out on a date, and you said yes. you’re pretty sure you’re falling hard for the blond hero with an infectious smile and two sweet as can be five year old girls who seem to think you’re the prettiest lady with a nice dog that they’ve ever met. (he also didn’t conspire with them to compliment you, not one bit.)

dilf!denki who sweeps you off your feet the minute you answer the door with your favorite flowers. who’s just as charming and smooth as he is goofy and kindhearted the rest of the evening. who kisses you goodnight on the lips and has you walking into your apartment dumbfounded and giddy like a teenage girl.

dilf!denki who shows you he’s a serious guy despite his playful attitude. he wants you, and he intends to keep you if you’ll have him.

dilf!denki whose kisses are sweet and warm, gentle in a way that makes you crazy as he cradles your head in his hands. whose hands wander and caress you with care.

dilf!denki who fucks you just right - just hard enough that you’re loosing your fucking mind from how good it feels, just the right angle that has goosebumps running down to your fingertips and toes. it’s not that head spinning, breath catching, fucked dumb sex like you had in your twenties with other guys. no, it’s losing the ability to breathe altogether when he’s thrusting his hips into yours, making you feel so full, split wide open by his size in the most perfect way. it’s feeling every single thrust tingle in the soles of your feet. it’s being so overwhelmed with pleasure that you’re not sure you could cum if you tried, but fuck, you need to. it’s not being able to form a single thought, let alone ask him to rub your clit because your head is too far gone to move, your body is weak like jelly in his arms. but he’s done this song and dance enough by now to tell you’re getting closer and he reaches down anyways because you’re giving him exactly what he wants. “that’s it, pretty girl, just let go…. good girl, you’re so good, all for me, aren’t you? that’s right, baby, you are….”

dilf!denki whose words and lips scattered across your skin are enough to pull you over the edge. who makes you cum so hard you burst into tears, clinging tightly to him as he fills you with hot, wet warmth.

dilf!denki who continues to surprise you every day after that with who he is. he’s the person you’re lucky enough to call yours.

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greg-montgomery · 2 months

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heyyy just a thought i’d like to share with you: what if r and aaron had a jokey flirty relationship like morgan and garcia (with r being the flirt ofc and aaron being the blushy feller he is) and someone on the team is like “all jokes aside you guys would be cute together. 😚”

“we are together. 🤨”

“we’ve been dating for 2 years. 😐”

LMFAOOOOOO I LOVE THIS SM

like when aaron gives you an order you’re like “yes sir 😫😮‍💨💦” and he’s just 🧍🏻 with cute blushy cheeks 🤭🤭

you ofc openly call him a dilf!! when you notice someone staring at him or flirting with him you playfully make a scene like “ohhh they wanna fight me huh 😃” you always answer the phone like garcia 😭 “who’s the answer to all your dreams” along with “anything for you king” “do i get a kiss for finding our suspect” and “the way you yelled at that guy…i need a shower 😮‍💨”

he’s soooo shy 🤭🤭 and the team always giggles at that bc they can tell your words affect him a lot 🤭🤭🤭 and they can see his cute little smile even if he tries to hide it!!

one night you’re out with the team celebrating the happy ending of a hard case. aaron lifts up the sleeves of his shirt exposing his forearms and you DROOL over it. “hotch, next time please warn me before you make a move like that 😫😮‍💨” aaron is like 🙄🤭

so jj says “okay but all jokes aside you guys would be cute together. it’s endearing watching y/n making you blush” and penny goes “oh my gosh yes!!! in my dreams you’re married already!!” morgan also joins, saying you should be dating bc he sick of aaron trying to fight off the smiles you cause 🤭🤭🤭 so you’re like “?????? we literally are? 🤨” and the team is like ????????????

hotch takes a sip from his drink and is like “we’ve been dating for 2 years 🧍🏻😐”

and they’re all so confused and you’re confused too bc you’re like “how the fuck did you not know” 😭😭😭 and they all tell you they thought the whole flirting thing was a joke 😭😭

so you tell them it absolutely isn’t and you just love teasing your boyfriend and making him feel special 🤭🤭🤭

aaron wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close the rest of the night to make it clear 🤭 and the team watches you like you’re two animals in the wild starring in a documentary 😭😭😭

#hotch 🪐#ask

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 1 year

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Hello Neighbour

Pairing: DILF!Neighbour!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Next Chapter: Part 2

warnings: fluff, Dilf!Bucky (yes he is definitely a warning)

a/n: hey so this is just a concept which came to my mind and if you would like to see more of them, maybe there will be more 👀 for now, meet Bucky Barnes, your neighbour.

"Becca wait!" the three year old Barnes was chasing Alpine across the corridor. The two finally came to a stop in front of an apartment and Bucky followed quickly. Before the three could go back and before Becca could explain her random urge to run after their cat, you opened the door.

"Oh- um- hi there." The three outside your door momentarily closed their eyes as they took in the delicious smell coming from your apartment. You smiled to yourself.

"S-sorry miss, my cat, then my daughter were running while I was trying to catch up and they stopped here, I guess Alpine could smell the delicious fish you're cooking. Sorry for disturbing you." Bucky cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head, standing up properly.

"That's alright" you chuckled. "Glad to know Alpine approves my cooking." the kitty cat purred softly, and the curious young girl looked at you with her bright blue eyes.

"Becca come on lets-"

"Did you all move in recently?" you asked the man.

"Yeah, this is more of a temporary adjustment before we find a better place." Bucky closed his eyes trying to realize why he would say that. "Not that I'm saying this isn't a good place, it's great, well maybe not great, but-"

"Daddy stop, you embawassing me" the kid announced and you couldn't help but laugh.

"It's alright, I get what you mean. Hope this place treats you nicely. Even if it's temporary."

Maybe the place wasn't so bad, had some good neigh- as in good qualities, Bucky thought.

"Would you all like to come in for lunch or dinner sometime?"

"Oh we don't wanna bother-"

"Yes pwease." Becca beat her father to it, and already made plans.

"Becs!!" she looked innocently at her father. "Gosh, you're such a smarty pants."

They were all so cute. The dad- okay control your emotions, and don't stare- you told yourself. You could see a small smirk on the man's face as he caught you staring.

"I'm Bucky, by the way. And this is Becca, and that's Alpine." You gave them your name with a smile.

"Lovely to meet you all." Becca waved at you as Alpine and her hurried back to their place. Bucky stood there a little longer. Not exchanging words, just looking at you with a charming smile. Becca got her eyes from her dad, you noticed.

"Well I guess I'll see you soon then, neighbour."

"You too, neighbour." With that Bucky made his way back as well. You couldn't help but look at him while he walked towards his apartment. He turned back and your cheeks heated up, being caught again. With another gorgeous smirk, and a barely there wink, the man went inside his flat, and so did you.

"You were right Becs, this is a nice place."

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #dilf bucky barnes #dad bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes alpine #alpine #alpine barnes #neighbour bucky barnes #neighbor bucky barnes

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sadesluvr · 1 year

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PROJECT: Emily (Henry Emily x GN! Reader)

Summary: Moving into a new town, you discover that your new neighbour ticks all the boxes. He’s hot, has an adorable daughter and is, most importantly, single. (Henry Emily x GN!Neighbour!Reader)

Note: Reader is in their late 20′s/early 30′s, and Henry is in his late 30′s/early 40′s, but nothing is specified. Whatever you chose the age gap to be, he’s definitely older than you! Also, Henry does NOT look like how he’s depicted in the books...

A/N: This was a fill from an anon ask! I had free time and I’ve been meaning to write for Henry hence the quick turnaround! (TYSM for sending it <3) Feel free to request things through my ask box :)

This is also my first Tumblr fic post (it’ll be crossposted to AO3) so apologies if the format is off!

Word count: 5.5K (I talk too much omfg)

Tags: SMUT, Fluff, age-gaps, creampies, Henry being a DILF...

It was during the spring when you’d met Henry Emily. You’d moved to a new town, where you could somehow actually afford a decent home at a good price, and so you wanted to do something nice for your neighbours as a ‘Please-accept-me-I’m-new-here’ gift. There were a lot of families in the area, and so you decided that cupcakes were the best option. How could you go wrong?

For starters, it would’ve helped if you’d had sugar.

Needless to say, you weren’t going to make the arduous journey to the store and back in the very middle of baking; and so you found the courage to ask your neighbours. After all, you were going to have to bite the bullet some day, weren’t you? Although people would’ve been more receptive to cupcakes in hand, they would have to respond to you somewhat decently - after all, they were your new ‘community’.

Mr and Mrs Henderson lived next door, and they had gone boating for the day (as you’d come to learn from the agonisingly loud sound of heavy equipment moving at 5AM) so they weren’t an option. Next door to them was a family, of whom you were rather ashamed to admit you didn’t know of yet. How could you knock on the door so brazenly? Were they even home? What would you say?

Your fears were cut short as the door swung open, causing you to immediately blurt out:

“Can I borrow a cup of sugar?”

The man blinked, and you thought he was going to laugh at you, which made you cringe and shrink into a ball internally, which was particularly awful considering the fact that he was quite attractive. He stood at somewhere over six feet, with auburn hair, tanned skin, and a burly build. He had a full, but trimmed beard, and was wearing a blue apron with a loose t-shirt underneath that exposed his large arms. He came across a bit like a bear, and if it wasn’t for a pair of reading glasses that sat atop his head you would’ve been scared of him, but, for some reason, the accessory felt rather comforting and homely.

“Of course,” the man said, with a smile, immediately stepping aside to let you in, which surprised you. Though, what surprised you more was the fact that you so calmly walked in, despite knowing him for all of thirty seconds. What if he was a pervert? A serial killer, even?

“Although I don’t usually lend things to strangers…” he said knowingly, his voice trailing off.

“Oh!” You gasped, totally startled. “Er - I’m Y/N - I just moved in — I live just after the Henderson’s…”

“Oh of course!” the man exclaimed, rubbing his beard as you both entered the kitchen. “Charlie told me there was a moving van, I've just been so busy that I didn’t get to stop by and introduce myself — Gosh, I’m getting ahead of myself!” he said, stopping to take a breath. “Charlotte is my daughter. I’m Henry - Henry Emily, it’s good to meet you,” he said, his voice clear, confident, and genuine. He seemed like a good man - certainly not one who’d harvest your insides - and so you took a breath, subtly relaxing yourself.

“I’m Y/N…” you said somewhat shyly, hyper-aware as to how much bigger the man was compared to you. “It’s nice to finally meet a neighbour, no one’s really passed by…”

“They can be like that sometimes,” Henry said dismissively, opening the cupboard. “As long as you keep the music down past 9PM, and don’t have any pets that could ruin their flower patches, you’ll get along with them,” he chuckled, and you smiled back. There was an air of homely easiness to him, and, whether it was the house itself or the fact that he smelt like an intoxicating blend of cinnamon and pinewood, you felt warm.

Perhaps it was something else? Something deeper, and primal…

“Here you go!” he announced, drawing you from your thoughts as he slid the item over the counter. “A cup of sugar. Though, you can’t really borrow it from me because I can’t get it back…”

“Uh - ? Oh… “ you chuckled awkwardly, resisting the urge to facepalm. “Thanks Mr Emily,”

“Mister?” He gasped. “Surely you’re not that young to have to call me that. Please, just call me Henry,” he said with a smile and you nodded.

“Sure thing…” you said, trailing off. “I’d love to meet Charlotte someday, if she’s up to it…”

“Oh, she always is! She loves making new friends, and I’m sure you’ll be no exception,” he beamed, beginning to move away from the counter and walked you towards the door. He opened it, and as you stopped on the porch he paused and leaned against the door. “Perhaps we’ll have you over for dinner. I can’t remember the last time I cooked for someone that wasn’t myself or Charlie,” he chuckled, his voice slowly trailing off, as if he were remembering something. It was then that you looked down at his folded arms, and realised that there was no wedding ring on his left finger.

Interesting.

“Thanks Henry,” you smiled again, this time biting your lip. Perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself, but you could definitely see yourself becoming ‘accosted’ with him in the long run…

If he was truly single, that was.

“Well…You know where I live now, so please don’t be a stranger, Mr Emily,” you said, your demeanour instantly changing to one of easy confidence, and your voice dropping an octave, laced with coyness. The man briefly raised his brows, and his hand adjusted the glasses that sat atop his head. Perhaps you’d made him nervous.

You better hope so! You’d much rather him be nervous than uncomfortable.

Waving, you sauntered back down the porch steps, your legs shaking and heart pounding some kind of a lustful-fluster.

One thing was for sure: He was certainly hot, but he did seem to be on the older side - perhaps at least a decade older than you? You weren’t a wide eyed, naive spring chicken, but it wasn’t as if you were fully mature, either - would he really fall for you? Could he fall for you? Was their room in his life for another person, considering he seemed wholly devoted to his daughter?

Only time would tell.

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It was two weeks later when Henry had stopped by. Although you’d met Charlie that very weekend, the man had seemingly given you some space to ‘settle in’, and, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were dealing with an absolute asshole of a contractor, you would’ve been freaking out over the thought of alienating yourself from the man with your blatant flirting.

Yet, that didn’t seem to be the case, as you were startled by a knock on your door, and, to no (but a pleasant) surprise, it was the Emily duo. Charlie’s hair was in two tiny pigtails that stuck out above her head, and was wearing her oversized backpack with a yellow t-shirt and lilac shorts and plimsolls, whilst Henry opted for a more low-key look, with a burgundy coloured Henley and loose jeans. The buttons on his shirt were cracked slightly, and you could see that he was wearing a makeshift necklace made out of cereal (courtesy of none other than Charlotte herself), which sat atop his broad chest, where a few hairs peeled out from between the fabric.

Did he know what he was doing, or was he just an oblivious, bumbling dork?

“Y/N!” Charlie said happily as you high fived her, stepping aside to let the girl in as her father followed. He nodded his head in an acknowledging manner, and, just as you closed the door the sunlight caught his brown eyes - within them nothing but a pool of warmth and goodness. He smiled at you before focusing his attention back on Charlie, who was running around the house like a madman.

“Please be careful, okay?” you called out. “There’s still stuff lying around…I don’t want you to get hurt!”“I’ll be extra extra safe, I promise!” She said happily, and you could hear her delving into the couch and slapping the cushions like a drum.Henry chuckled as you both followed the sound of the girl, looking around the house. The walls were still somewhat bare, the flooring was half done and there was a lack of furniture…Anywhere.“We just wanted to come around and see how you’re settling in…” he said ambiguously, and you bit your lip at the very obvious elephant in the room - your house was far from being a home.“…Goodness,” he began. “Everything’s —“

“All over the place? Yeah,” you scoffed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “My contractor is a B-I-T-C-H —“ you spelt out, careful as to not let Charlie hear. “Forgive my language - all of my furniture is delayed or out of stock, and I don’t know how to fix a floor to save my life!”you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “All I know how to do is paint the walls, and even that’s taking forever!”

“Paint?” Charlie perked up. “I like to paint!” she said, swinging her feet in anticipation.

“You do, don’t you, Charlie?” Henry said, having his ‘lightbulb’ moment. “Why don’t we help you finish? I know my way around some tools, so I’m not a stranger to home repair…”

“Really?” You gasped, pretending to consider it. Like hell were you going to say no to him tinkering around your house, sweaty, with his muscles rippling as he toyed with and manoeuvred and carved and pounded —

Seems like you’re thinking about something more than housework.

“Thanks Henry!” you exclaimed, pulling him into an unexpected hug, of which he returned. Your arms fit snugly around his thick body, and you felt yourself melt into his comforting scent…Until Charlie joined the circle.

“I want a hug too!” she said, pushing her little body in between, making the two of you chuckle. It was that moment that you made eye contact with Henry - and you realised that he had a little blush on his face. For some reason, it felt like you were both Charlie’s parents.

Maybe you could be one day.

Maybe…

“I guess we’ll be spending more time together,” he said somewhat shyly, as he pulled away and looked around the house. He hadn’t even seen upstairs yet and he knew that it was going to be a long-term project.

Not that he minded, anyway. He’d been meaning to find a way to get to know you better, you were easily the friendliest person on the block, and, most importantly, Charlie adored you. In his mind, her opinion was law.

“It’s nice to get out of the house and go somewhere that isn’t work or school…Even if you’re a door or two away,” he chuckled, and you smiled.

“You’re lucky I don’t live directly next door,” you smirked. “I’d never leave you two alone,”

“There’s always room for one more…Especially if it’s you,” he smiled.

“Oh really?” You said, raising a brow knowingly, your voice barely a whisper. “Why ‘especially’ me?”

“Well, we like you…” he said nervously, diverting his gaze from you. Was he blushing? Oh God, he was blushing! Like a total schoolboy.

“Is that both of the Emily’s speaking, or just Henry?” you pushed, raising a brow.

“Both…” he mumbled. “For sure,” he said, anxiously clearing his throat.

“Well, I can’t wait to have you!” you said, clapping your hands together. “Around, that is. Let’s not worry the children,” you tutted playfully, nodding to Charlie who had zoned out completely, rambling to herself about all of the lovely colours she was going to paint the walls. You smiled down at the girl, giving Henry a moment to compose himself from your comment.

You just couldn’t help yourself sometimes.

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Henry and Charlotte had done just as they said, and their spare afternoons and evenings after work and school were spent helping you around the house. Whilst Charlie happily sploshed paint in the smaller, obscure crevices of the wall, Henry did the harder, grittier jobs - assisting you in moving your fridge, washing machine, and had even managed to fix your car while he was at it! With every movement of his body, every intense twitch of focus on the task you admired him, pretending to paint the skirting boards, whilst you were really imagining what he’d look like from your position on your knees.

Little did you know he was doing the exact same, albeit as respectfully as he could. He’d sneak a glance at you every now and then as he’d change the screws or drills, quickly averting his attention to his daughter or the task at hand when he thought you had noticed him. He couldn’t help it, really, you were quite - as they’d say in his day - the ‘looker’.

One Saturday the duo hadn’t come around, and you found that the house felt rather empty and dreary without them, even though your house was beginning to feel more homely and full by the minute.

Get used to it, sweetheart, they’re not your family.

You decided to turn in early that night, throwing on an oversized t-shirt over your bare torso, and a tiny, barely there pair of shorts. You really needed to go clothes shopping.

Just as you were about to relax, there was a sudden knock on the door, making you jump instantaneously. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anyone, and your neighbours certainly weren’t going to introduce themselves at 8PM at night. There were no weapons to arm yourself with in case of a robber, and you considered ignoring them...Until you realised who it could be.

Rushing down the stairs, you flung open the door, only to find Henry himself.

“God, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, stepping aside to let the man in. “I totally forgot that Charlie was with her aunt, and that you were coming tonight…” you rambled, trying to make sense of it all as you simultaneously tried to pull down your shorts. If someone didn’t know any better, they would’ve thought you were half nude.

“It’s not a big deal,” Henry chuckled awkwardly, removing his jacket and placing it on a peg. “It’s my fault - what sort of a chump comes to fix lighting at 8PM at night?”

Snickering at his vanilla language, you made sure to make him feel better.

“You’re just a generous chump, I suppose,” you laughed. “Well, either that or you’re a chump with not-so-pure intentions…”

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can leave,” he said quickly. “I’ve got all day to myself tomorrow, I can easily come back…”

“No! Please, stay,” you said, your voice low and throaty. “In fact, why don’t you leave the tinkering for tonight? I’ve got some beer in the fridge, how about we get to know each other a little better?”

Henry gulped, and stroked his beard before he spoke up again.

“I suppose we could do with a break…”

“Great!” you exclaimed, pointing to the couch. “I’ll be right back - Don’t get cold feet, okay?”

Henry nodded, and found himself overthinking how to sit on the furniture. Legs spread? Was that too crude? Crossed? Too formal? Hunched into a corner? Was that too rude and uninviting?

He felt like a teenager again, sitting next to his crush in class and unsure of how to make even the smallest bit of conversation without combusting entirely. Was he too old to feel like this? You were at least a decade younger than him, and whilst you were clearly old enough to drink and own your own home, he couldn’t help but feel a little…Uncomfortable?

Yes, you flirted with him, but you were young - it likely came naturally! You could easily just be using him for free food and labour and such, and, once you’d gotten what you’d wanted eventually, turn a blind eye to him.

What if you were using him to get to Charlie?

He shuddered at the thought. It was a parents worst nightmare, especially if they were a single parent like him. After all, Henry knew he wore his heart on his sleeve, and that he was deeply in tune with his emotions; which made him a rather easy target to many. Surely you weren’t that kind of a person, were you?

You seemed kind, confident and funny; traits that he deeply admired in an individual, not to mention you were extremely attractive to him, especially in those shorts of yours.

He blushed just thinking about it. How long had it been since he’d had deep, emotional human contact? How long since you’d last been able to —

“Hey! You’re still here!” You smiled, handing him a beer with a paper towel around it as you perched on the armrest. “I didn’t know if you wanted it in a glass or not, but I figured you look like a man who chugs it right from the bottle,” you giggled, and he nodded.

“Astute observation, Y/N, though you wouldn’t be the first to liken me to a lumberjack of the sort! I know I look like a very forward and staunch bloke, but I’m as frail as a lamb really,”

“Bloke? Frail as a lamb? What fancy language,” you snorted at the sheer formality of his wording.

“Forgive me, my work colleague is British,” Henry chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. “I’ve picked up so much from him, it’s unbelievable,”

“Finally!” you exclaimed happily, nudging him. “I’ve learned something about you that isn’t Charlie-based! A British friend, huh? Are you guys close?”

“Thick as thieves…He’s got three kids, and I’m like their Uncle, I suppose,”

“Wow,” you said. “That’s pretty cute,”

“I try,” he said bashfully, his body tensing slightly as you slipped next to him, but giving him enough space so that he was comfortable around you. You rested your back against the armrest, folding your legs to your chest so that your shirt rode up your thigh, your privates somewhat visible through the shorts.

Was it seduction? A little, but it was your house. You had a right to be comfortable!

“So,” you said, clearing your throat. “What other friends do you have?”

“Not many, really,” Henry said, playing with the bottle. “I know some of Charlie’s friends' parents, but that’s it…”

“Aww, why?” you pouted. “You’re such a great guy!”

“I'm not very sociable…I’ve always been a rather awkward kid,” he said, now strangely relaxing into the cushions. He didn’t look at you, but you could tell that he was starting to feel more comfortable in himself. “I would usually wait until someone else made the first move, just to be sure. Even then, it felt rather unnatural to me…”

“I understand,” you said, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, trying to not get too carried away in the act. How could he simultaneously be soft and homely yet bold and muscly? “I’m like that too…”

“Really?” he said, utterly taken aback. “You seem rather carefree to me,”

“What, just because I’m young? Not all ‘youngins are loud and boisterous, Grandpa,” you snickered, and he shook his head. “I guess we’re similar. We’re both a little shy, but once you break us out of our shells we can get a little…”

“What? Rowdy?” Henry interjected.

“I was going to say freaky…” You giggled, playing with the bottle and stroking it in a fairly suggestive manner.

“I’m not familiar with the newer lingo. What does that mean?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what it means…”

“I —“ Henry stopped himself, his cheeks turning as red as his hair. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, Y/N,“

“I like it that way,” you said softly, biting your lip. “Besides, it wouldn’t hurt for you to give in just once, would it? You work so hard, you deserve a release…”

Henry sighed, and put down his bottle before turning to look at you. Your eyes were wide with want, and also genuine affection - how could he say no? He knew he wanted it too, and you were offering it to him…It was everything he wanted!

“Y-You know I’m older, right? I’m sure there are people your age who are better than me…” he said nervously.

“Henry, I want this,” you said sincerely, taking his hand in your own. “I want you…Even if it doesn’t amount to anything, we can always go back to being friends!”

Of course you wanted to be more than friends, but Henry was such a sweet person to be around that you couldn’t imagine your days without a friendly wave from him, not to mention Charlie, in her entirety.

“So…Ahem,” he said somewhat uncomfortably, clearing his throat. “Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,”

You crawled towards each other, and Henry planted a soft kiss on your lips, his beard tickling your cheeks as you cupped his face, allowing yourself to melt into him. There was that all too familiar scent; that earthly, serene yet overpowering musk that you’d come to associate with the man. He didn’t stay on you for long, seemingly not wanting to agitate you, but as he pulled away, you noticed a certain something down below. Perhaps the brief kiss meant more to him than you’d thought. “Henry,” you sighed, your lips lush and moist with want. “Please don’t be shy…You won’t hurt me, I promise,”

“I just — You’re like poison to me Y/N,” he said nervously. “I haven’t had a partner in so long…And you’re so beautiful — I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back…”

“Let go,” you said, your voice barely a whisper as you stroked his beard, staring into his warm brown eyes in the process. Whether it was alcohol or lust, his pupils were dilated, and he looked strangely vulnerable, which enticed you even more. “For me…Please,”

Henry nodded, and you crawled into him again, but this time he didn’t hold back. The kiss was still soft, but had a powerful, tender passion to it, leaving you with no choice but to surrender. You’d awoken something within him, and none of you ever wanted to turn back. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck as your lips moved in tandem, as his ones found your hips, briefly grazing your buttocks, and back to your waist, hoisting you up effortlessly.

“Mmh — Copping a feel there, are we Mr Emily?” you teased, whispering into his mouth as you worked together to position yourself so that you were straddling him. “You can do it a little harder than that…I don’t bite…” you purred, and Henry moaned in response, his large hands massaging your ass. You could feel his erection through your shorts, where you were equally getting hot in yours.

Slowly, you began to grind your hips against his thighs, and he pulled away from the kiss to stare at you in total admiration.He was panting, his face was glowing and his hair had begun to become unkempt from your excessive rustling. He looked like a pornstar, a far cry from his wholesome dad status that had initially drawn you to him.

“Bedroom?” He said, his voice gravelly, and you were partly stunned at the quickness of his statement.

“Yes,”

“Is it done?”

“Does it matter? We’re gonna end up messing it up anyway…”

Henry shook his head, pushed himself up, and began to carry you up the stairs.

“There aren’t any loose nails about, are there? I’ve heard you could get tetanus from one —“

“Henry! Don’t worry about that stuff!” you giggled. “You’re such a dad,”

“I'm getting older, you know —“

“Yes, yes,” you said playfully. “We know. Jeez, you’re not senile!”

“How do you know?”

“Something in your pants is telling me otherwise…”

“Oh!” Henry said, blushing as he lay you on the bed. The room was totally bare (at least it was somewhat done up) “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t apologise! I take it as quite the compliment,” you purred, beginning to peel off your shirt, so that you were topless. Henry took a moment to look down at you, admiring your semi-bare form as he took off his own shirt, remaining in a white vest.

“You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled. “How on Earth did I get so lucky to end up with a neighbour like you?”

“Good things come to those who wait…” you said smugly. “…You’re going to get even luckier soon,”

“Hmm?” he questioned, sitting on the bed and caressing your torso, stroking and kissing your skin in total adoration. His hands were slightly calloused, but were still comforting, and if you had more than a loaf of bread and milk in your house you’d have broken out some baby oils. “What’s that mean…?”

“Lie back, and you’ll see,”

“Okay,” he nodded, beginning to relax himself. “Wait!” He interjected, sitting up to look at you as he realised what was about to happen. “I can’t ask that of you…”

“Let me at least feel it, Hen…” you said, palming his erection through his pants as you began to unzip them. “Just a little?”

“Just a — Oohh,” he hissed, letting out some air through his teeth as your hands came into contact with his cock. Luckily for you, the carpet did indeed match the drapes - he had a wild patch of reddish-brown hair around his base, and he was roughly six inches, with a decent girth.

No wonder he was so shy and calm, he was totally packing and he knew it.

It was a fresh, peachy shade of pink, and some precum had begun to sprout from the head. Smirking, you gripped it, one hand stabilising the base as the other stroked it up and down; agonisingly slowly. The man’s eyes were shut, and his teeth grazed his bottom lip as he seemed to fixate on his breathing, letting out small, but long moans from his chest.

“Oh, Y/N…That’s —“

“Am I making you feel good, Henry? It feels like you’ve been needing this,” you giggled as his heavy cock twitched. He opened his eyes, staring at you intently as he nodded.

“I’m going to need to hear you say it, I’m afraid…” you teased.

“Mfh — Y/N — I -“ he stumbled, utterly wrapped up in the calming sensation. “You feel so good, I might —“

You immediately pulled your hands away, not wanting to embarrass him, and he ran his hands across his beard in shock, licking his lips as he did. He was about to open his mouth, when you did the work for him.

“How do you want me, Mr Emily?” You said, with a curious head tilt and wide eyes.

“In my lap…Straddle me like you did downstairs,”

You did exactly that, and the man kissed you again as he pulled off your shorts, running the material down your legs so that they pooled at your ankles.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” he said sincerely, and you weren’t sure whether it was the glow of the moon, or just a simple nightlight, but it was then that you wanted him to consume you entirely. It was deep, and it was primal, an emotion that you exhibited through your frantic and passionate movements, of which he mirrored, adjusting himself so that his tip lined up with your entrance.

You locked eyes with each other, and with a small nod he entered you, causing your spine to arch in an almost inhuman way, and for the man to groan with relief. It had simply been too long since he’d been inside someone, and he shut his eyes in sheer pleasure as he accosted himself with the warm, squeezing sensation. You gripped onto his broad chest for support, burying your face into his neck as his hands found your waist, slowly moving your hips up and down his shaft.

“Henry — You’re so big— I don’t know if I can take it all…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he said in an assuring manner, stroking your skin. “I’ll be gentle. You don’t have to take it all — it’s all about making us both feel good…”

“O-Okay,” you nodded, but you desperately wanted to consume him, just to see his face twist and contort with sheer pleasure.

Once you felt comfortable, you began to move up and down his shaft, your hips slowly falling into a gentle rhythm as he thrust up into you. One arm was on your waist, and the other steadying your back, guiding you through the motions as you engulfed his throbbing cock.

Henry’s moans turned into grunts as you began to circle your hips, making his cock twitch with desire as you took him so eagerly.

“Am I hurting you?” You said, eyes wide and lips pouted.

“The complete opposite, actually,” he chuckled. Even in the heat of the moment he still managed to possess his charming dorkiness.

“You’re so cute,” you giggled, pecking his cheek and throwing your head back in ecstasy.

“Not bad for an old man, huh?” He smirked, caressing your cheeks to stare at you again. He seemed to like doing that.

“Please stop calling yourself old,” you gasped. “You’re easily fucking me like a thirty year old,”

“Twenty five year old,” he bargained.

“Twenty- seven,”

“Deal,” he chuckled, beginning to slam his hips up into yours, creating a clapping sound. His thrusts were becoming more confident with every movement, and as you found yourself slowing down, he was quickening his pace.

Both his hands steadied your hips, and he leaned forward so that your body lay on the bed, whilst your hips were inverted, resting on his strong thighs. He began to pound you from this angle, admiring the way your body looked all sprawled out below him, leaning down to plant kisses along your chest and neck.

You, on the other hand, were in a sheer state of bliss, to the point that you could barely see straight. None of your college hookups had been able to fuck you like this, like an animal, but also deeply intuitively and caring.

Henry’s muscles were rippling, and he began to wobble, signalling to you that he was getting close.

“Uh - Mmfh - Y/N…” he moaned. “I’m gonna — Are you close?”

“Mmfh…” you nodded, unable to speak. “Please - Don’t pull out…” you begged, and Henry’s eyes widened, letting out a groan at the very thought of filling you up.

“Oh - I’m gonna — Fuck…” he whispered, cursing for what felt like the first time. His total bliss sent you over the edge, your body wobbling as you came, just as Henry keeled over, stabilising himself with his hands either side of you, panting as his chest rumbled. His eyes were shut, his hair glued to his forehead, and whispered sweet nothings as he pumped loads of his hot seed inside of you, for what felt like forever. He was so pent up that he thought he might’ve burst into millions of segments, like a firework on New Years Eve. Sighing, he tried to catch his breath as he withdrew from you, some of his remains leaking out of your hole as he fell beside you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your body and pulling you closer to him.

You swallowed some saliva, trying to desperately lubricate your throat as you scrambled to find the words for what just happened.

“You’re right…You do fuck like a twenty five year old…”

“It helps when the stimuli looks something like you,” he chuckled, drawing you to his chest as he kissed your forehead. You shut your eyes, drowning yourself in his embrace. Of course the scent was there, and although it was mixed with sweat and sex hormones, you didn’t mind in the slightest.

It was silent for a few moments until you spoke up.

“Henry?”

“Yes?”

“Can you stay the night? It’s cold, and the room is bare…”

“I can’t believe you’d assume I’d leave,” he chuckled, rubbing your upper back soothingly. His chest slowly began to drop to its regular levels, and you traced the outline of his pectorals as you did, finding yourself growing weary by the minute. You yawned, and you didn’t know it, but he smiled down at you.

“You know - I really like you…” you said drowsily. “I think we could make great neighbours…”

“Just neighbours?”

“We’ll see…” you teased. “Don’t get too cocky now, you haven’t even taken me out for dinner yet…” you finished with another yawn, your eyes now fluttering shut.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he chuckled. “Sleep well,” he finished, kissing your forehead once again. As your hearts slowed down from their high, Henry knew that you were the one. Even if it was temporary, he owed it to himself to see where the two of you could go together.

-FIN.

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Submissive Dilf (Drabble)

genre: smut (+ fluff), short drabble!!!!!

pairing: sub!jaehyun & dom fem!reader

word count: 570

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!!!!! submissive dilf!jaehyun, spoiled wife!reader, reader is a soft dom

A/N: r3p0sting…for the third time….cuz it doesn’t show up in the t4gs….fingers crossed that it works this time!!!!!🤞🏼

imagine submissive dilf!jaehyun. in everyday life, it appears that you “submit” to him by letting him handle all the “manly” stuff like finances, carrying heavy stuff for you, killing the bugs in the house, planning out gatherings and events, fixing/assembling stuff, etc………..so you’d think it’d be the same in the bedroom right?

HA!!!! 🤣 no……..what most people don’t see is that it’s actually you pulling all the strings. even in everyday life, he lives to serve you - his princess. his goddess. his lady. his beloved wife. he’s the one who submits to you by spoiling you and taking care of you……

whenever you tell jaehyun to do anything, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. he worships the ground you walk on. he loves you so much and will do anything to make you happy. he’s such an obedient daddy to you. after all, spoiled princesses always get what they want!

today was such a good day for you because you’ve been meaning to complete your pink retro monogrammed dior collection and the only thing left was the iconic 2000s saddle bag. you cutely pouted and asked him for his credit card to buy it. and with a content smile, he went “of course you can! anything for you princess.”

“AHHH OH MY GOSH! thank you so much daddy!” you excitedly respond, jumping in excitement and pecking a kiss on his cheek, “you’re so kind to me. you deserve a reward for being such a good daddy to me. i love everything you do for me. i mean it. get ready for tonight buttercup.”

jaehyun blushes when he hears those remarks. he’s a selfless giver. but hearing such praise is equal parts endearing, adorable, and sexy. he’s a whore for praise, and both of you know this.

fast forward to bedtime and jaehyun is welcomed at the sight of you looking ravishing. curled hair, light and natural makeup, nude stilettos that elongate your stunning legs, and a short pink silk nightgown with nothing on underneath.

you command him to take his clothes off completely and he complies. he does tease you a little with a slight smirk on his face by stripteasing slowly, but you don’t mind the sight as you stare him down like a voyeur. both of you briefly giggle at that experience, and then he lays down on the bed like the obedient angel he is, waiting for your next actions.

“aww daddy,” you coo slyly as you caress his naked body and whisper into his ear. “you’re so endearing. i mean it. earlier today when i asked to borrow your credit card to buy that pink dior bag, i loved the way you went ‘anything for you princess’ and pulled your credit card out of your wallet instantly. such an obedient daddy for his pretty princess.”

you kiss down jaehyun’s body and lick his luscious washboard abs. he hisses a little at the action, but still relishes in it nonetheless. the rest of the night comprises of sweet lovemaking - giving him amazing head, worshipping his godly body, riding him, placing a few hickies, playing around with his cock with a vibrator, and so much more.

you love to please jaehyun and hear those gorgeous moans and whines of that deep, sexy, velvety baritone voice of his. it’s pure music to your ears and you could climax untouched just at the sound of it……

#nct smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #jaehyun smut #dom!reader #sub!nct #xoxo heidi ♡

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GOSH WHEN WILL YOU RELEASE IT ALRRR!! this is gotta be the "it" story. BRO IMAGINE DILF SINGLE DAD HOON GOSH, btw, i have an idea, jealous hoon when turns out it was y/n's plan then sunghoon takes her home but like cant be more patient to her and decided to do car 69 YKWIM RIGHT

you gotta wait if you want it to be well written :3 IT NEEDS PERFECTION TO BE THE "IT" story like yes i do notice how many people are looking forward like the fact that the teaser only has got 3.2k notes is crazy and im already on my third taglist for it.. it has been insane i can feel it in my bones it's gonna be my IT story and hence I GOTTA WRITE IT WELL AND AMAZING AND FREAKY AND SAPPY AND SWOON WORTHY looking at the love it has been receiving even before releasing,, my plans for it have changed i want it to be a proper story ㅠㅠ it'll be worth the painful wait. trust.

jealous hoon is definitely a yes yes in the fic but i don't get what exactly yn's plan was? like deliberately trying to make him jealous? hmm i could add that. car sex is also one of the scenes i have planned but there's no sixty-nine thing,, solely cause it's not my taste and im yet to be ready to write something i don't like. BUT THERE ARE PLENTY OF HOT SCENES so i hope you won't be disappointed :3

#﹙あり.﹚ 𝓯𝐚𝐞𝐫𝒾𝐞 𝓰𝐨𝐬𝐬𝒊𝐩 !#﹙⪩⪨.﹚ 𝒎𝒚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 ˃̵ᴗ˂̵#🦢̼ࣳ ⋆ ٫٫ ⁽ anon ₎#( 🍒 ) 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫!#thdnd

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Agreed - B.F

(Keep in mind I have not watched the movie...ahem...anyways. Also, modern AU cuz I said so and that's final young man! Now go to your room, and think about what you've done! *looks at you in "I'm not mad, just disappointed."*)

Summary: Around 9 months after divorcing Mitzi, Burt Fabelman decides to get back in the dating pool. He eventually finds someone on a dating app: a Spencer's employee named y/n. It was as if the stars had aligned and blessed Burt with an angel. They were very different people, but they were just perfect for each other.

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ MDNI, smut, explicit language, penetration, thigh riding so brief that if u blink you'll miss it, unprotected sex, creampie, brief daddy kink, praising, DILF!Burt (lmao its just a fact not even a warning), bit of an age gap, Burt is 35, y/n is 29, AFAB!Reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst if u squint and put a blindfold on and spin around and then go skydiving.

Word Count: 9.3k

Songs For Inspo:

Salvatore - Lana Del Rey

You Can Be The Boss - Lana Del Rey (unreleased)

Your Girl - Lana Del Rey (unreleased)

Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey

"What? You think an older man can't be kinky?"

Burt was anxious as hell. His hands were clammy, his face was flushed, and he got the occasional nervous tic. Every so often, he'd look around the coffee shop that he was in, wanting to be aware for y/n's arrival. He had gotten the the shop fairly early, but he liked to do that for everything. One of the sayings that Burt lived by was: "Early is on time, and on time is late". He showed up extra early to everything. Plus, he wanted to make a good first impression, and be there to pull out y/n's chair for her to sit in. This was going to be his first date in, well, a very long time. He felt old, having turned 35 just a few months ago. It was definitely a wake up call for him, and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life alone. He wanted to find another love. Things didn't work out with Mitzi, but he came to terms with that. There was another saying he lived by: "If it didn't work out, then it wasn't meant to be". He was optimistic, and excited for the date. Everything had gone great so far, as they had plenty of discussions over the dating app that they met on. Yes, he felt a little stupid to be using a dating app, but hey at least he was trying to get out there again. While he waited for y/n, he thought about their first conversation. Surprisingly, she was the one who messaged him first.

Y/n:

[ Good morning, Burt! ]

Burt:

[ Good morning to you as well, y/n. How is your day going so far? ]

Y/n:

[ Very boring, but I'm going to the zoo later on so that'll be fun! How about you? ]

Burt:

[ My day is just fine, thank you for asking. I'm on my break at work right now. Who are you going to the zoo with? ]

Y/n:

[ Just me, lol. I love going every now and then! ]

Burt:

[ Well it sounds like you're very excited. I'm afraid my break is over, as you caught me a few minutes before it ended. Perhaps we can talk more later on? ]

Y/n:

[ Oh I'd love that! I'll tell you about my zoo journey. ]

Burt:

[ I look forward to it, y/n. ]

He did just as he said he would, and he texted her when he got home from work. Y/n must have been waiting for him, or maybe she was already on her phone, because she answered almost immediately. Burt wasn't complaining though. Y/n was the first person he talked with on the dating app, and the only person that contacted him as well.

Burt:

[ I am home from work. I hope your trip to the zoo was nice. ]

Y/n:

[ OH MY GOSH IT WAS AWESOME! ]

Y/n:

[ I got to feed a giraffe and it licked me. It was a little awkward though. ]

Burt:

[ Oh? What made it awkward? ]

Y/n:

[ Well, it tried to lick inside my ear. That giraffe was freaky as hell. He didn't even take me out to dinner first. ]

Burt:

[ LOL. ]

Burt:

[ Did he apologize at least? ]

Y/n:

[ No! He just ate the food and left like nothing happened. A lick and run. ]

Burt:

[ Very ungentlemanlike. ]

Y/n:

[ Extremely. But other than that, the zoo was fun! I spent way too much money in the souvenir shop though. ]

They both continued to talk a little longer, and they continued to talk more over the next week. Burt and y/n would discuss simple every day things, not wanting to go too fast. It was as if they were simply friends having talks once in a while. But after a week of texting, he gained the courage to ask her out for a cup of coffee. She agreed, much to his surprise, and that's how he ended up where he was currently. He looked down at his wristwatch, seeing that it was around five minutes past the time they agreed to meet. Not wanting to judge her on it, he decided to wait patiently. A few seconds later, y/n walked through the door. He recognized her immediately from her pictures. She scanned the coffee shop, and when she saw Burt she started to walk over. He went to stand up, wanting to move the chair for her, but she had already sat down. Burt sat back down, and watched as y/n tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I'm so sorry I'm late! There was this pigeon on the sidewalk, and it was eating ice cream. You understand." She blurted out, straightening out her skirt.

He raised an eyebrow.

"No, no I don't think I do. I've never experienced that." He chuckled softly.

Y/n held up a finger, pulling out her phone. With a few taps, she placed it on the table, and slid it over to him. Burt adjusted his glasses, and looked down at it. There was a picture of a pigeon, and just like y/n said, it was pecking at a melty scoop of ice cream. Its beak was covered in it, and Burt couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, well look at that. You don't see that every day, now do you?" He hummed.

Y/n shook her head, and grabbed her phone. She put it back into her purse, and placed her hands in her lap. When she realized she never even said hi, she rectified it.

"Sorry, I never even said hello! It's really good to see you, Burt. I'm glad we could do this!" She smiled.

He nodded his head in agreement, adjusting his tie.

"I am too. I'm glad you were willing to even go with me."

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, and she tilted her head to the side. She was a little confused as to why he would say that. When he noticed her puzzled look, he folded his hands on his lap.

"Well, I'm not exactly youthful." He admitted.

Y/n scoffed, and he looked taken aback by her reaction.

"I know how old you are, Burt. I looked at your profile before I reached out to you. You're 35, and I'm 29. Does it make you uncomfortable?" She asked, a little curious.

He shook his head.

"No, it doesn't. Does it make you uncomfortable?"

She shook her head as well.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

He smiled, not saying anything after that. Burt was glad to hear that she wasn't uncomfortable. It was true, he was a little worried that she'd think he was an old geezer. But he really wasn't that old. It was all in his head. Sure, his hair was starting to grey and his knees weren't as good as they used to be, but he wasn't even middle aged yet. He still had a ways to go before he reached that period in his life. The divorce had really drained his energy, and perhaps that's why he felt older than he really was. He realized he had been quiet for a while, so he finally said something.

"And I'm glad you are. So, what would you like?" He asked, pointing to the menu that hung over the counter.

Y/n turned to look at it, and then looked back at him. She had a blush on her cheeks, and it made his heart flutter a bit. Shaking her head, she held out a hand in a "stop" motion.

"Oh no, you don't have to pay for me." She chuckled.

He frowned.

"I'm the one that planned this, and I'd like to pay for it as well. It's really no trouble."

Y/n sighed, placing her hand back down. She succumbed to his sweet smile, and nodded. Glad that it was final, he asked her what she wanted again. Of course, she only asked for one thing, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want to pressure her into getting something she didn't want. Burt excused himself to go place their orders, and y/n waited. She took out a handheld mirror from her purse, and she opened it up. Giving herself a soft smile in the reflection, she grabbed a tube of lip gloss as well. She swiped it over her lips just as Burt came back, and he smiled at her as he sat down. Y/n closed the mirror, and put it back away with the lip gloss.

"So, tell me about yourself. What's your job?" She asked.

He clicked his tongue, and folded his hands on the table. His posture was almost perfect, and he looked like a pure gentleman. Y/n looked at him thoughtfully, realizing how handsome he truly was. His face was so kind looking, and he had a smile that had the ability to warm anyone around him.

"Well, I'm a computer engineer. I usually just test new programs and systems, stuff like that. It's not the most exciting job, but it certainly is lucrative." He answered simply, looking at y/n.

"What about you?" He added quickly afterwards.

Y/n traced shapes on the table with her pointer finger, suddenly looking shy. Burt looked at her sweetly, wanting to learn more about her. She laughed breathily, and bit down on her bottom lip softly.

"Oh great, I'm on a date with a rich, and smart man. Now I'm embarrassed to even say where I work." She joked lightly.

He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Come now, I'm not going to judge you based on your job."

Y/n laughed softly again, feeling giddy around him.

"I uh, I work at...Spencer's. You know, it's kind of like Hot Topic, but a little m-"

Y/n was cut off by their order being called out. Wincing and holding up a finger, Burt got up and went to grab it. She smiled at how polite he was, as it was a huge contrast to the previous dates she had been on. When he came back, he gave her the drink she wanted. He got a simple black coffee for himself.

"I'm sorry about that, please continue." He smiled.

She hummed, taking a sip of the beverage.

"Um, well it's like Hot Topic, but it's more...um, it's more adult..." She answered shyly, looking down at her drink.

He smirked, a little amused at how vague the answer was. But he had a good idea of what she meant by it. Taking a sip of his hot coffee, he placed the cup back down. Y/n was a little pink in the cheeks, and it made Burt's chest warm.

"I'm not familiar with either of those stores."

Y/n giggled.

"Oh trust me, I can tell. You don't look like you shop there at all."

He held a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended.

"Are you mocking how I dress?"

She shook her head.

"No! You actually look very nice. You dress like you're going to Sunday service, and it's charming." Y/n complimented.

He smiled.

"I like to look good, what can I say? I will admit though, the way you dress is very unique."

She mimicked his offensive gesture from earlier.

"Are you mocking how I dress, now?"

Burt rolled his eyes.

"Far from it. I like it, actually. You have a lot of character, and I like that."

It was true. Y/n did dress with a lot of character. Not all the time, of course, but sometimes. Since she worked at Spencer's, she got discounts on items. Naturally, she was going to shop there frequently. But she also liked to shop just anywhere else in the mall, really. Currently she was wearing a short, denim, pleated skirt. She was also wearing white knee socks, but not the thin ones. It was early Spring, so she didn't want to be too cold. The shirt, well actually a tank top, she wore was cropped and fit her tightly. It was white in color, and had a band logo on it, but it was in glittery pink font. The band name was "Slipknot". Burt could barely read the word though, because she had a zip up hoodie on over it, but it was fully unzipped. There was nothing too bold about the outfit, but Burt never really saw anyone dress like y/n. But to be fair, is fashion style was about as bold as a potato was in flavor.

"Oh, do you like this band? Is that what you mean when you say you like it?" She asked.

He shook his head.

"I've heard of them, but I've never really listened to their music. I was just saying that it looks good on you." Burt smiled warmly, taking a sip of his drink.

Y/n blushed, and took a sip of her drink to hide her smile. It didn't work though, as Burt saw it. Suddenly, a feeling of electricity ran through his body. He was excited about this date, and he felt like it was going really well. And it continued to go well. They both laughed, made jokes, and talked more about the things they liked to do. Y/n learned that Burt was a single father, and that he got to see his kids on the weekends during the school year, but he got to see them every other week during the Summer. He was a little nervous to tell her about that, worried that it would deter her. But it didn't. In fact, they went on many more dates after that.

The two of them had "officially" started dating around a week after they went on their coffee date. It was definitely a new experience for Burt, but it also was for y/n. She hadn't had a boyfriend in a long time, and Burt was the first guy from the dating app that actually treated her with respect on a date. They were both getting adjusted to the newfound relationship, but it almost felt natural. It was like they were meant to be together. After a month of dating, they knew that it was serious. It wasn't like it was a little fling, after all, they hadn't even had sex yet. They genuinely liked each other, and enjoyed each other's company. Because of this, Burt finally admitted how he felt about y/n.

"Burt! Come over here!" Y/n called out.

He turned around, seeing y/n stand by the pond. The couple had decided to spend the day at the park near where Burt lived. It was a fairly nice day out too, so it would be a shame if they didn't spend the day outside.

"Is something wrong, honey?" He asked, walking over.

She shook her head, but pointed at the water. When he reached her, he placed his hand on the small of her back. In the water, there was a little family of ducks. Y/n grabbed her phone quickly, and took a few pictures of the cute feathery family. A giggle left her lips, and she leaned her head against Burt's shoulder.

"It's beautiful out here, babe. We need to come down here for dates more often." Y/n sighed.

Burt smiled, and leaned his head down a bit. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of y/n's head, lingering for a little to inhale the smell of her shampoo. When he drew back, y/n nuzzled further into his side. His heart leapt in his chest, and he moved his hand from the small of her back to wrap around her waist.

"Well, it doesn't hold a candle to your beauty, darling." He hummed.

Y/n pulled away a bit, but only enough so they could look up at him. She had a shy smile on her lips, and a blush spread over her cheeks. With his free hand, he cupped her face, rubbing it with his thumb. Y/n shivered under his touch, and her cheeks hurt from how much she was smiling. Burt let out a shaky sigh, eyes slightly glazed over.

"I love you, y/n."

Her eyes widened, and she fully pulled away from him. His soft expression immediately faded, worry taking over. Had he said it too early? Was he getting ahead of himself? Oh, he was such a fool. He was lucky enough to date her, why did he risk ruining it so soon? Burt was about to open his mouth, ready to apologize, but y/n cut him off. She moved in front of him, placing her hands on his chest. He looked down at her, posture as straight as an arrow.

"I love you too, Burt." She said, barely above a whisper.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and he felt like he might throw up. He was overflowing with joy, and his insides felt just as fuzzy as the ducklings in the pond. Slowly, he brought his hands up to cup her face again, feeling the warmth from her cheeks soak into his palms. She hummed, closing her eyes and pressing herself further into his touch. When she opened her eyes back up, he moved his thumb to her bottom lip. As if they could read each other's minds, they both moved closer to each other. Soon enough, their lips met in a gentle kiss, and it was as if fireworks went off. Burt trailed one of his hands down, resting on her hip. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on the tips of her sneakers to reach him better. After a few more seconds, he pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her with a hazy gaze.

"How did a man like me get so lucky to be with a woman like you?" He asked, kissing her forehead.

She giggled, and playfully grabbed his tie.

"Well, I can give you three reasons."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm listening."

Y/n continued to fidget with his tie, rolling it up and letting in unravel. She repeated the process multiple times, but Burt didn't mind. He found it to be cute.

"You're very polite and respectful, and you're a very caring man."

Burt furrowed his eyebrows.

"What's the third reason?"

She stood back on the tips of her feet, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. Using her fingers, she pretended to "walk" them up his chest.

"Dilf."

He scoffed playfully, grabbing her hand and rolling his eyes. Y/n laughed softly, covering her mouth to not be so loud. Burt held her hand in his, and they walked away from the pond. With a smirk on his lips, he looked down at her.

"Am I really?" He asked, curious.

Y/n looked up at him, and then eyed him up and down. She had a "really?" look on her face.

"In my opinion, absolutely."

Burt continued to walk with her, putting his free hand into his pocket. Y/n's comment, oddly enough, boosted his confidence. He felt like he was old, but he truly wasn't that old. Granted, raising children definitely sped up the aging process for sure. Still, it was nice to know that he still looked good at his age. And in y/n's opinion, he was hot enough for her to want to have sex with him. That is what the term dilf meant, after all.

''So, you'd love to fuck me?" He asked abruptly.

Y/n's eyes widened. She had never heard Burt cuss in the little over a month that they had been dating. Not to mention how blunt the question was. With a shocked expression, she looked up at him with red cheeks. A cheeky grin was plastered on his face. The perfect response came into her mind, but she just hoped he would receive it well.

"No."

Burt stopped walking a little, feeling like a dagger was stabbed through his heart. He was taken aback, and he looked at y/n. She turned to look at him, getting a little closer. With her chest against his arm, she put a hand on his shoulder. Instead of getting on her tippy toes to reach him, she pulled him down a bit. Y/n leaned in, lips hovering by his ear.

"I want you to fuck me."

His eyes grew as wide as moons, and a choked gasp left his throat. Y/n pulled away, smiling up at him as if she didn't just whisper that to him. He swallowed thickly, a little nervous. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, and he had a sudden urge to take y/n then and there. It honestly made him feel a little ashamed, but how could he not feel that way when she said that? She was practically begging him to with her doe eyes. Burt glanced around, fixing his crooked tie. He grabbed y/n's hand again, and continued to walk, letting out a little chuckle.

"You really are a character, aren't you?"

Y/n walked next to him, giggling as they passed by other people.

"Yep, and you love it."

Another month had passed after that interaction, and the two of them still hadn't done anything sexual. The most they had ever done was have a steamy makeout session. But even during that, there really wasn't any sexual touching. The both of them were nervous about it, especially Burt. He hadn't been sexually active in over a year. And honestly, he was worried that he wouldn't perform well. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of y/n. He'd probably crawl into a hole and die. Even though he had a feeling that she'd be understanding, he still didn't want to risk it. However, one night, when y/n was spending the night at his house, she had an idea. It was an idea that, frankly, Burt found to be rather appealing.

Burt was knelt on the carpeted floor of his living room, looking at the movies he had in the TV stand. Y/n had come over to spend the night, as she had the next day off from work. Burt didn't, but he didn't mind either way. He loved spending time with y/n, and he was too much of a softie to say no when she asked to stay over. Speaking of y/n, Burt heard her footsteps come down the stairs. Soon enough, she was turning into the living room. He looked over his shoulder, seeing that they were wearing a pair of sleep shorts and baggy t-shirt. Actually, it was one of his shirts.

"Hm, now where did you get that from?"

She giggled, walking to the couch and plopping down.

"I forgot to pack sleep shirts! It's ok that I borrowed one of yours, right?"

He nodded and smiled.

"Of course it is. You look good in it, baby."

Burt turned back to the movies, and hummed to himself. Indecisive, he let out a sigh and motioned for y/n to come over. She got off the couch, and walked over to him before kneeling on the floor. He placed his large hands on his thighs, and huffed.

"I can't choose what to watch. Is there something you'd like to watch tonight?"

Y/n tried to look at the movies from her current position, but she was too far away. Wanting to get a closer look, she lowered herself to the ground. She had a slight arch in her back, and she propped herself up on her forearms. Burt's breath hitched in his throat, seeing his shirt on her fall down a bit. It revealed a bit of her lower back, and provided more focus on her ass in the tight shorts.

"Ooo! You have horror movies?! You don't seem like the type to like them." Y/n commented.

"I'm not, but Sammy likes them." He responded.

"Can we watch one? Please, please, please!" Y/n pleaded, looking back at him, a slight wiggle in her ass.

He felt like he was choking on absolutely nothing. With a small smile, he nodded his head. Oh, how could he say no to that? It was impossible. Y/n squealed, scanning the movies and then grabbing one abruptly. She got up, bouncing on her heels. He stood up as well, and y/n shoved the movie case against his chest. Grabbing it and turning it around, he looked at the title.

"Scream?" He asked.

"It's a classic! It's always going to be one of my favorites. Plus, Matthew Lillard is hot as hell in it." She giggled, moving to the couch.

He rolled his eyes, putting the movie in. Burt grabbed the remote, and he turned off all of the lights except for a single lamp. When he sat down, he smiled as y/n snuggled up against his chest. She grabbed one of the blankets, and draped it over their lower bodies.

"So, you're saying that you find his character hot in this movie? Even though he's a killer?" He questioned, pressing play.

She pretended to think hard, but quickly answered.

"Hmm, let me think about tha- yes!"

"Nice to know I'm dating a crazy woman."

She huffed, but she knew he was just joking. Y/n's eyes flickered to the screen, but then she let her gaze falter. Something was on her mind, and she needed to talk about it. Y/n grabbed the remote, and paused the movie. Burt looked at her, a little confused.

"Hey, um, can I ask you something?"

He nodded immediately.

"Why haven't we had sex yet?"

Oh, well ok then. Straight to the point.

The question was so blunt, and Burt's eyebrows raised up. It was suddenly very hot in the room, but to be fair he was still in his work clothes. It definitely didn't help his situation. He knew that she was asking a genuine question, so he was going to give a genuine answer.

"Nerves, mainly. I mean, I'm not exactly a 'spring chicken' anymore. I worry that I'll disappoint you." He sighed, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

She frowned.

"I'm nervous, too." Y/n admitted.

Burt furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why are you nervous, honey?"

Y/n looked down, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt.

"Well, I also worry about disappointing you. But I um, I'm a little self conscious, too."

The older man's heart nearly shattered, and he frowned. Without much thought, he reached out and cupped her face. His rough hands against her soft skin was a drastic comparison. Burt wasn't quite sure what to say, and he wasn't sure if he should say anything at all. Y/n spoke up, though.

"Um, I was wondering if we could try something..." She trailed.

He hummed in response, encouraging her to continue.

"...do you think we could just watch the movie, um, naked?"

Burt didn't react too much, instead he gave a thoughtful look. He let his eyes trail down, thinking about the idea. It would give them the opportunity to share an intimate moment, but it wouldn't make them feel pressured to move forward if they didn't want to. It could be a great way to get adjusted to the idea of being more intimate with each other. Plus, how could he refuse an offer like that?

"I don't see why not. Can I ask why, though?"

Y/n nodded.

"It would help me get more comfortable, and let me work up to being able to, um..." She trailed again, getting a little flustered.

"It's ok, darling. I understand. I think it's a great idea. Would you like me to go first?" He asked, rubbing her shoulder.

She nodded.

"Yes, please."

Burt moved the blanket off of him, and he stood up. Y/n sat on the couch, looking incredibly nervous yet excited. The man's heart raced, realizing that the tent in his pants was now visible to her. She noticed it immediately, and her eyes widened. Yes, she had seen Burt get a boner before, but this situation was different. They haven't seen each other naked yet, so the context made it even more erotic. For some reason, Burt's nervousness had washed away a little bit. He felt more relaxed, and he couldn't quite explain why. Y/n watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it on the other couch. When he removed his undershirt as well, y/n squeezed her legs together. She knew that Burt had a dad bod, but actually seeing his stomach made her practically drool. He noticed, and couldn't help but smile. He had always been a little self conscious of his gut, but now not so much. His hands moved down, removing his belt slowly before tossing it with his other clothes. With a zip, he let his pants fall down before stepping out of them. Y/n hummed, biting down on her bottom lip as she could clearly see how large the tent really was. It wasn't an absurdly huge size, but it wasn't average either. When he took off the final article of clothing, y/n couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Burt's dick twitched at the sound, and he groaned quietly. He sat back down, laying on the long part of his L shaped couch.

"Whenever you're ready, honey."

Y/n nodded, and stood up. Burt sat up a little more, arms spread out on the back of the couch. He watched as she grabbed the bottom of the shirt, taking a deep breath. With one swift movement, she brought the shirt up and tossed it to the side. Burt's eyes widened, surprised to see that she did not have a bra on. He let out a shaky breath, and he smiled warmly. It was taking every fiber of his being to not grab a hold of himself, and start moving his fist up and down. He had done it plenty of times before to the thought of y/n, and he was a little embarrassed about it. Burt was a grown man, but when it came to y/n, he felt like a teenage boy who had just discovered masturbation. Y/n saw how enamored he was, and she felt encouraged. Not wanting to think too much about it, she tugged her shorts down, and stood before him in only her panties. Burt stopped her as she was about to take them off, and he motioned for her to come over. She did as he wanted, and he sat up straight.

"Can I?" He asked, holding her hips.

Knowing what he meant, she nodded. With the consent, he hooked his thumbs under the fabric. She bit her bottom lip as he dragged the cotton material down slowly, almost as if he was teasing himself. The panties fell to y/n's ankles, and she stepped out of them. Burt shivered at the sight of y/n, and couldn't help but stare. He had plenty of sexual thoughts about y/n, practically on a daily basis. However, none of his ideas of how she would look compared to her standing in front of him. Every edge, curve, and imperfection was, ironically, perfect to him. Y/n shrunk a little, the silence making her feel shy. When he noticed this, he grabbed her hands gently, rubbing the tops of them with his thumbs. She looked down at him, gazing into his loving eyes.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined, honey." He smiled.

Y/n blushed, and sat down next to him. Burt grabbed the blanket again, and covered the both of them with it. Instantly, she snuggled up into his side. He let out a sigh as she rested her head on his chest, and he grabbed the remote. Burt played the movie again, and then put the remote back on the end table. Looking down at y/n, he noticed that they were staring at his covered erection. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by y/n.

"You've imagined me naked, Burt?" She asked, looking up at him.

For some reason, he felt a little embarrassed. Nevertheless, he nodded his head. Y/n smiled, tracing shapes on the exposed part of his chest.

"Yes, I have. Does that make you uncomfortable?" He asked, glancing at Drew Berry Moore on the screen.

She shook her head.

"No, I'd be a hypocrite if I felt uncomfortable."

Burt raised an eyebrow, and looked back at her.

"Is that so?"

Y/n just giggled, not answering the question. Burt knew what she was implying, so he just chuckled in response. They both decided to leave it at that, and focus on the movie. He would occasionally make a comment here and there. Things like "that reporter is kind of annoying" and "the principals a little odd". Y/n, who had seen the movie hundred of times, just nodded. The two of them were having a great time. Y/n's idea was working well, as they both felt a little more comfortable being naked around each other. Eventually, the warmth of their bodies against each other got to be a little too much, so they chose to remove the blanket for a little bit. It was a fairly warm Spring night, as it was creeping closer to Summer, so they weren't too chilly without the blanket. After they ditched the blanket, y/n changed her position. She got closer to Burt, and hooked their leg over his own. This new pose gave him a better look at the curve of her ass, and his dick was just inches away from touching her inner thigh. Y/n pointed at the screen, and it got Burt's attention.

"Oh I love this scene so much! It's so iconic." She said excitedly.

Curious, he looked at the movie and watched it. But he quickly looked back at y/n, as she started to quote the scene. She sat up a bit, revealing more of her chest to him. He spread his arms out on the couch behind him, and raised an eyebrow in amusement. After a few quoted lines, she then looked at Burt.

"Oh you wanna play psycho killer?" She asked.

He chuckled, and smiled warmly. But his demeanor fell as soon as y/n placed her hands on his chest. Y/n had crossed her arms, almost like how you would take a nap on a desk. She propped her chin on her forearms, and arched her body a bit. Her ass was in the air, and Burt couldn't help but stare at it. He swallowed thickly, seeing her shake it very subtly.

"Can I be the helpless victim?" Her voice was flirtatious.

Burt's eyes widened behind his glasses, and he adjusted them in an attempt to seem "casual". But his dick gave him away, as it twitched. Y/n noticed, but she didn't pay much attention to it. It felt like he was glued in place, and he was unable to reach out and touch her. She moved once again, and the position was somehow more arousing than the previous. Y/n had moved to straddle his left thigh, and she placed her hands on his chest again, but kept her posture straight.

"No, please, don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I want to be in the sequel." She giggled, moving to lay on his chest.

He couldn't explain how, but everything she just did and said was erotic to him. It made a fire burn in his stomach, and it created a torturous knot. Burt, with his mouth slightly agape, chuckled lightly. He then cleared his throat, and rubbed her back as she cuddled against him. Y/n could hear how fast his heart was beating, and she smiled. It was obvious that he was aroused by what she did, and to be honest, that was what she was hoping would happen. Abruptly, Burt shifted in his spot, and it caused his leg to brush against y/n's core harshly. The room nearly fell silent as y/n moaned softly, grabbing Burt's shoulders tightly. His eyes widened, and he looked down at her. A cocky smirk was on his face, and he couldn't wipe it off. Y/n looked into his eyes, and her cheeks were tinted pink. Burt paused the movie, and placed his hand on y/n's back as she sat up a little. Nothing was said between the two of them, but their eyes said it all. Y/n leaned back down slowly, and Burt sat up a bit. After hovering over each other's lips for a moment, they pressed up against the other. It was a sweet and gentle kiss at first, very chaste. Burt went to pull away, but y/n held the back of his head in place. He took this as a clear sign to continue the kiss, perhaps even deepen it. His tongue slid past her lips, and y/n moan softly into his mouth. The man smiled into the kiss, and he trailed his hands down to the lower part of y/n's back. When air was necessary, the two of them pulled away with a string of saliva connecting them. Both were panting, and both had a glazed look in their eyes. Burt didn't say anything as she sat up, holding y/n in his arms bridal style. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he made his way upstairs. He was a little worried that he misinterpreted her gaze, but he didn't. He was absolutely right about what she seemed to want, and he wanted it too. Burt was relieved to see that his bedroom door was open already, so he walked in and placed y/n down on the bed. She backed up, wanting to lay against the pillows. He crawled on top of her, and held himself over her body.

"This is what you want, right, darling? I don't want to do anything you don't." He asked, planting a kiss on her forehead.

She nodded.

"Yes, Burt. I want this. I'm just a little nervous, that's all." She admitted, looking away sheepishly.

His gaze softened, and he cupped her face. A weak smile spread on his face, and he removed his hand. He brought it down to her own hand, and lifted it up to his chest. Her palm was pressed against his skin, and she could feel his heart racing.

"I am too, honey. Can you feel how fast my heart is beating?"

Y/n's mouth was a little agape, and she nodded.

"Th-that's because of me?"

Burt nodded, and he let go of her hand.

"We can go as slow as you want, baby. I'm in no rush. It's all about whether you're ready for it, or not." He smiled.

Y/n sat up a little more, and she was smiling widely. It was hard not to be happy around Burt. He was such a kind man, and the best boyfriend she had ever had. She felt so lucky to be with him. After a few seconds, she nodded.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Um, we haven't really talked about stuff we're into, or anything like that..." She trailed, cheeks heating up.

He smirked, leaning down to y/n's face. Placing a chaste kiss on their lips, he rubbed her arm up and down. His lips moved down to her chin, and he peppered her jawline with kisses. Y/n shivered under the feeling, and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Well, let's talk about it now, honey." He said.

"N-Now? Um, ok...well, I'm a little embarrassed to say. You don't seem like you'd like what I like..." She sighed.

Burt pulled away, and raised an eyebrow.

"What? You think an older man can't be kinky?" He chuckled.

Y/n blushed.

"W-Well, why don't you tell me what you like first. I'll feel more, um, comfy."

He nodded, and leaned back down. His lips attached to y/n's neck, being gentle. Y/n let out a little breath, pulling him closer with the arms around his neck. He removed his lips, allowing himself to speak.

"Well, there are a few things that are too intense for right now, so we'll discus those another time. But I love to be in control..."

He kissed her neck.

"I love to praise..."

He kissed her jaw.

"I love being vocal..."

He kissed her lips.

"But I love you, most of all." He smiled.

Y/n giggled, cheeks bright red.

"Is that all ok with you?" He asked politely.

She nodded.

"Oh, it's very ok. You'd be shocked at how many things I'm 'ok' with..." Y/n winked suggestively.

Burt rolled his eyes.

"How shocking! The woman who works at Spencer's is kinky..." He joked, but then he leaned down to her ear.

"...that's something we'll have to explore another time."

Y/n moaned softly, gripping his shoulders tightly. He smiled against her skin, kissing below her ear. Burt pulled away, and looked more serious. He scanned her body over, and hummed to himself.

"How do you want to do it, baby?"

Y/n bit on her bottom lip, looking at Burt's erection. She squeezed her legs together, and sighed. He noticed and rubbed her thighs comfortingly, also fueling her desire.

"Is it bad that I just want you inside me? I-I don't know if I can wait any longer..." She did her best to hold back a whimper.

He smiled.

"That's not bad at all, sweetie. Just let me get a condom."

Y/n grabbed his hand, and he looked back at her. She had a pitiful look in her eyes, and Burt had to confess that it spurred him on. It had been a long time since someone looked at him like that; with love. It was lustful and full of adoration.

"I-I've got an implant, please..." She whined.

Burt's chest tightened, and he swallowed thickly. He couldn't say no to a face like that. In fact, he really couldn't think of a time that he said no to y/n. He was such a pushover for her, but he was ok with that. Spoiling her was one of his favorite things to do, especially since he had the money for it. Burt nodded, and he hovered over y/n. He took a moment to figure out how to get started, as it had been a while for him. He needed to find the "groove" of it all. So, he leaned down and he kissed her abruptly. Y/n did not hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck again. His glasses were still on, but he didn't really care. His tongue slid into y/n's mouth, and she bucked her hips up in desperation. A small chuckled left his mouth as he pulled away from the kiss.

"You want it so bad, baby." He stated, rather matter o' factly.

She nodded frantically, giving a little "mmm" as a response. Burt smiled, trailing his hand down to in between y/n's legs. He gave no warning as he spread her legs open. Y/n must have known what he wanted, because she hooked them around his hips. He moved his other hand down to her stomach, rubbing it in circles.

"I'm so wet for you..." She trailed, moving her hands to her chest.

Burt watched in awe as she started to grope herself. It amazed him that he was even in this situation. It felt like a dream, and if it was, then he didn't want to wake up. He let out shaky breath, lining himself up with y/n's entrance. She looked up at him, admiring how heavenly he looked kneeling between her legs. His rosy cheeks were even more pink than they usually were, and he was smiling humbly.

"Oh, that's very good. It just shows how much you need me."

The words were so erotic, and yet they came from the sweetest face. It was so jarring, but y/n couldn't get enough of it. She giggled in excitement, giddy over his loving dirty talk. Burt hooked his hands under y/n's thighs, helping her keep them around his waist. He rubbed up and down her left thigh.

"Are you ready for me, love?" He asked, desire evident in his tone.

She nodded, and she held out her hands. Burt was a little confused, but he figured out what she wanted. He leaned down a little, and this allowed y/n to keep her legs around his waist more easily. The man held y/n's hands, a comforting gesture that the both of them loved. Her hands were flat on the mattress, and Burt's hands were resting on top of them. With the newfound position, he pushed his tip towards her center. He took a deep breath, and looked into y/n's eyes. Unsure of how she wanted him to do it, he decided to play it safe. He brought his hips back, and pushed them forward slowly. His length slid into her in increments, and y/n let out a breathy moan instantly. Burt was overwhelmed by the tight sensation, and he buried his face in the crook of y/n's neck. Not wanting her to feel ignored, he rubbed her hip up and down, giving it the occasional reassuring pat.

"Hhh- Oh my God, y/n..." He choked out.

Y/n slithered her fingers into his hair, tugging on it softly. A whine left her lips, and she bucked her hips involuntarily. Burt bit on his bottom lip, already starting to break a sweat. The two of them stayed still for a little while, adjusting to the new feeling. Y/n was the one to break the silence.

"M' ready when you are, babe." She murmured in his ear.

He took a deep breath, retracting from her neck. Burt was perspiring a little bit, and he slid his hands to her breasts. His grip was firm, and he massaged them in his palm. Y/n arched her back into the feeling, and Burt chose to start moving again. He pulled out, and then pushed himself back in. Y/n let out a squeal of some sorts as he continued his pace, just fast enough to warrant a shock. The bed creaked every so often below them, and it spurred both of them on.

"How's that feel, baby? Feel good, huh? Tell me what you want, honey." He asked, his pace never faltering.

She nodded, removing her arms from around his neck, and he sat up a little straighter. Y/n placed her hands over Burt's, which resided on her chest. He watched as she panted heavily, trying to work out a response for him. Worried that he was going to fast, he slowed down a little, but just barely.

"F-Faster, Burt, please..." She stammered.

He raised an eyebrow, and moved his hands to her hips. Y/n grabbed his wrists once he moved them, needing something to hold on to. She looked up at him with lidded eyes, and he gave her a soft smile. Doing as she wished, he sped up a little bit. The creaking of the bed became more frequent, and Burt winced as y/n tightened around him. He let out a groan, holding her hips more firmly.

"You're so tight, honey. So, so, so tight..." He trailed, lowering his head.

His hair, that was previously gelled back, was now messy. Pieces hung in his face, and some were even plastered to his sweat slick forehead. Y/n let out a loud moan, quickly moving her hands to hold onto the headboard behind her. The sight made Burt twitch inside her, roughly stretching her out. The both of them groaned, and he felt like he was lucid dreaming with how otherworldly the feeling was. He continued to fuck into her, leaning his head back as he let out a lust heavy breath.

"Fffaster, b-babe, please! I n-need you so bad..." Y/n pleaded, bucking her hips.

Burt looked back down at her, adjusting his glasses that were sliding off his nose. He swallowed thickly, and let out a weak chuckle. Leaning down, he kissed her on the forehead. He no longer liked the former position he was in, as he wanted to be closer to y/n's face.

"Y-You're going to make me throw my back out..." He joked, poking fun at his older age and the fact that y/n wanted it rougher.

Y/n groaned, letting go of the headboard, and moved her hands back around his neck. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades, and he winced at the pain. Burt opened his mouth to say something, but y/n spoke first.

"Please, daddy, pleaseee! Need it f-faster!" She cried, burying her face into his shoulder.

His eyes widened, and he staggered a little bit. Burt felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He propped himself up, and y/n rested her head on the pillow. She saw the look on his face, one of surprise, and she felt nervous. It was silent, and Burt stilled inside of y/n. His cheeks were a bright red, and he looked like he had just ran a mile in blistering heat.

"What did you just call me?"

Y/n looked mortified, and she felt ashamed. She wanted to crawl into a hole, bury herself in it, and die. It just slipped from her lips, and she didn't even think about how he might feel. Y/n mentally face palmed herself, avoiding eye contact with him. Burt reached down, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. She was startled by the action, and a little intimidated.

"D-Daddy. I'm sorry, I didn't mea-"

"Call me that again."

It was y/n's turn for her eyes to widen, and the did. She felt like her tongue had been tied into a knot, like a cherry stem party trick. A warm feeling brewed in her stomach, and she felt like melting into the comfortable bed.

"Daddy..." She said, experimentally.

He groaned, hanging his head low as he began to pump back into her. The pace was faster than before, and dare she say a little more aggressive. It wasn't rough, though, not at all. Burt didn't want their first time to be rough, and neither did y/n.

"Take me, baby; take it all..." He moaned, voice getting almost demanding at the end.

She moaned, but it was more like she was struggling to say "ahh". Y/n's body moved up and down with the thrusts, but not too much. Burt peppered y/n's chest with kisses, and groaned as she tugged at his hair. When he bit her on the soft skin of her breast, she pulled harder. This elicited a muffled "fuck" from Burt. It always shocked y/n when she heard Burt cuss, because he rarely ever did. Well, at least he didn't do it around her. Maybe he cussed like a sailor when she wasn't around, but she had a strong feeling that he didn't. Burt was simply a man that didn't use profanities that often, which was the exact opposite of y/n. He removed his lips from her skin, and sped up his movements exponentially.

"I love you, s-sweetie..." He moaned, pressing his forehead against hers.

She bit down on her bottom lip to prevent a squeal, but it didn't work. The high pitched noise escaped her throat, and it made Burt smile in pride. Y/n panted heavily, struggling to even speak a word. He was hitting that bundle of nerves inside of them that made them feel oh so good.

"Love y-you, too!"

He rubbed circles into her hips with his thumb, squinting his eyes shut. Y/n had clamped down around him, with a vice grip. A whimper resonated in his chest, rolling off his tongue, and he hummed lowly. He could tell, or at least strongly sensed, that y/n was approaching her orgasm. This excited him, but it also worried him. He wanted to get her there, and he didn't want to mess it up.

"You close, baby?" His voice was intoxicating in y/n's ears.

She nodded, only able to let out choked sobs. The arousal and the pleasure she was feeling was immeasurable, and she couldn't form it in words even if she tried. Burt sped up again, the bed now creaking loudly with every thrust he made. His chest heaved, approaching his own orgasm himself. He wanted to cum at the same time as her, and he was going to make it happen if it was the last thing he did. Burt kissed over her neck and upper chest in a frenzy, giving it the occasional nip and suck.

"Ohhh honey, cum on my cock. Let it go, sweetie, let it all go for daddy." He cooed, moaningly erotically at the end.

Those words were all y/n needed to hear. She squeezed around him, pulling on his hair harshly. The pressure on his scalp drove him wild, and he could feel himself pulse inside of y/n. His rapid movements halted briefly, feeling y/n climax around him. The sensation broke him, and his arms gave out as he carefully lowered himself on y/n, being cautious to not put all his weight on her. He buried his face into her neck, lazily kissing it with an open mouth as he came inside her. Thick, hot ropes coated her insides, and he let out a raucous moan. All of his pent up sexual desires were being released in that one moment. The noise sounded like it was ripped straight from a porno, and he cradled the back of y/n's head as he gently fucked into them. He was riding out his high, and helping y/n get through hers as well.

"B-Burt, s' good..."

"I've got you, baby. I've got you. Relax, honey..." He cooed, slowing down his movements to a halt.

He remained inside of her for a little longer, but eventually pulled out. Y/n didn't move, completely exhausted and relaxed from the pleasure she had just received. Burt sat back, looking between y/n's legs. His seed was very slowly dripping out of her, and he felt like he could cum again just from looking at it. Realization kicked in, and he quickly got up. Burt rushed into his bathroom, which was attached to his bedroom, and came back out with a damp washcloth. He cleaned himself with it, and then brought it between y/n's legs. It was just in the nick of time, too, as his cum was just about to hit the sheets. Truthfully, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but he'd have to wash the sheets before they went to bed if it happened. It was already around 9 at night, and he was frankly too tired to spend two hours washing the sheets. Y/n flinched a little, still overstimulated from the sex. He scolded himself a bit, and was more gentle with his movements. When he finished cleaning her up, he discarded the soiled cloth into the hamper. Y/n mumbled something into her hands that covered her face, and Burt raised an eyebrow. He pulled the covers down, and helped y/n get under them before he crawled in next to her.

"What was that, dear?" He asked.

Y/n turned around to face him, cheeks red still. She gave him a weak smile, no doubt tired from the intimacy they shared. Burt watched as she snuggled up to him, resting her head against his sweat chest. She didn't care thought, all she wanted was to be near him.

"I said...that...that was the best...sex I've ever had." Y/n said, panting occasionally.

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her body. Y/n groaned, pushing him on his back as she laid on top of him. Burt didn't argue or resist, in fact, he loved it. He rested a hand on her lower back, and the other on the back of her head. The man rubbed her skin comfortingly, and he massaged her scalp as well.

"Y-Yeah, me too, baby." He said breathlessly.

Y/n kissed his bare chest, rubbing his stomach with her hand. After a few moments of silence, she looked up at him. Burt, with his hair a mess and glasses crooked, hummed.

"Can we agree that we need explore more of those 'intense kinks' you have the next time?" She asked, smiling dorkily.

He nodded, kissing the top of her head.

"Agreed."

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