#keys in your ignition

[georgiapeach30513]

Keys in Your Ignition, Part 29

Summary:  you have your doll baby!

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sleepy sex, pillow talk, creampie, alluding to Angel’s abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6.5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Mmm,” Hayden moans as he kisses over your shoulders.  His hand wraps around your waist, dipping below your panties, and your back arches into him.  “How are you already wet?”

“I was dreaming that you were fucking me in my sleep,” you whisper, and Hayden pulls aside your panties, and you feel the heavy weight of his cock on your backside along with his heated breath on your neck, “Just stick it in.”

“Woman, don’t rush me,” he gives a quick peek over your shoulder to ensure that Cozy was sleeping with her little diaper butt stuck in the air.  “I want another one,” you give him a quick smack to his arm.  “She’s so cute though.”

“Please don’t talk about our daughter and how cute she is when…ahh,” you both whimper as he slides in balls deep.  “Haydes,” pulling his arm up higher, you hold onto him tightly as he pumps into you.  Nothing but you and him, airy breaths and his strong and still gentle touch.  The best wake-up call.  Enjoying every moment that you could with him in this way.  Not that sex was the only reason you loved Hayden, but the fact that he was the only one that got to have this part of you made you that much more desperate for him.

Your husband was a horny man, but he knew how to take care of you, and your emotional needs, and especially your physical needs.  He knew that since Cozy was born you just want something sweet and sensual.  And the way that he continues to kiss on your neck, moaning with every soft stab into you.  When you start to get a little too loud, the hand you're gripping onto moves to put two fingers into your mouth.  Keeping it busy and quiet as his motions quicken.

“Doll, baby, you almost close?”

“Mhmm,” you mumble over his fingers.  Giving the digits a suck, just to hear him moan in your ear.  

“Eh,” Cozy sits up in her bed, rubbing at her eyes, and looks directly at the camera, “Eh,” her cries are not even cries, just the sweetest little noises so you know she’s awake.  “Eh.”

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head back and forth.  “Finish,” he moves a bit faster.  Rutting into you with more need, and then the bottom lip juts out on your baby.  Her cry gets a bit louder, but it’s still the sweetest little thing.  Screams did not happen with this baby.  They were soft cries, and she made everyone’s heart break every time.

You have to keep Hayden focused, or he will lose control, “Dada,” she only said that when she was demanding attention.  “Dadadadada,” and the cry that follows is a bit more painful, and then her hand slaps on her bed, and the most pitiful, “Mama!”

“No!” Hayden grunts on your back.  Giving your shoulder a little nibble as he drives into you.  You were the weak one when it came to her.  “Don’t you dare.  Uh!  Oh god.  Doll, I feel you, baby.  You’ve got me in a fucking vice grip.  Let go.  Let go for me, sweetheart.”

The way he takes care of you, and the way he holds off on his own pleasure, just to make sure you get off first.  He is perfect.  You couldn’t imagine a better person to spend your life with, or make the sweetest little pouty babies with.  “Don’t listen to her, right now.  Doll, listen to me, baby, I’m so close.  You feel me?  You feel how you have me twitching?”

“Yeah,” closing your eyes, and blocking out her sweet cries of dispair, you are only there for Hayden.  Feeling every part of him.  Every inch, every ridge, and even the slight curve to his cock.  “Haydes!” Your back arches even more, letting him go even deeper, and with two more hard thrusts, he shoots his load deep into your womb, leaving the two of you panting, and holding onto each other.

“Mama,” her pitiful little cry was still so soft, as she presses her head against the side of the crib, making you pout as she calls out for you again.  Already growing weary of you not responding.

“Haydes, she needs me,” you turn to look at him, pouting.

“Yeah, I bet your boobs are nice and full.  Ready for her to suck on.  Go on.  Go get our baby so she can nurse, and stare at me.”

“Mama.  My mama.”

“They do hurt though.  You know she loves you.”

“And she’s obsessed with you and the Andy Barber.  If she hears either of your voices, she completely ignores me.  It’s cruel.  She’s a meanie,” you give him a quick kiss to his nose, trotting off to the bathroom to clean yourself up, while he straightens up the bed.  “I’m going to grab something to drink while you get her, do you need one of those boobie cookies?”

“Quit calling them boobie cookies,” giggling when you walk back into the bedroom.  “They help with milk production.  They’re good for us.”

“Yes, yes.  Good for the boobies.  What’s good for the boobies is good for the Cozy girl, and for daddy,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and when Cozy softly cries again, you run off to grab her, ignoring him in the process.

Creaking open the door, she gives you the sweetest smile despite the tears that have made her chubby cheeks glisten.  “Mama,” she whispers, clapping her hands.  “My mama!”

“Good morning, Cozy baby.  How did you sleep?  Nom nom nom,” you pick her up, nibbling on her chubby little cheeks, and she reaches back to her bed making grabby hands at her little gray bunny.  “Okay, I’ll get it, my darling.  Your cousin Sailor has one, too. She does.  And it was…it was going to be your big sister Luna’s.  Let’s get you changed, my baby.  And then we’ll go get in the bed with daddy, while you nurse.  Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” she whispers out, letting you lay her back on the table to change.  Hayden hangs out in the bedroom, watching and listening to the two of you on the monitor with the sweetest smile.  Hearing his two girls babble in the morning.  Bonding while you ready her for the morning, with lots of kisses, and cuddles.

“And Cozy is finished.  Can you quit eating BunBun?  Let’s go see daddy, okay?”

“Yeah!” She grabs a hold of your arm as you carry her into the bathroom, getting the biggest two teeth smile when she sees her daddy, “Dada!”

“Are you going to let daddy hold you?”

“No,” she continues cheesing, holding you even tighter when Hayden’s face falls.  He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes.  You knew he was only playing, but man, if he wasn’t so proud of his daughter.  He could never get enough of her, and wanted to hold her any chance he could.

“Leave her be.  She is ready to…”

“Suck on the boobies!”

“Yeah!”

“Stop saying that, Haydes,” giggling as you sit down beside him, and Cozy was already pulling your pajamas down.  Mouth wide open as she tries to latch on.  “She’s going to go school telling everyone she loves to suck on mama’s boobies.”

“Not as much as daddy loves sucking on them,” Cozy gives a bit of a growl as Hayden pushes back her soft curls.  Their eyes locking together, and never looking away, “See, she’s torturing me.  She’s proving that she gets to suck on the boobies while people watch, but I can’t suck on the boobies while people watch.”

“Next time we’re at your parents’, just sit in my lap, and pull out my tit and start sucking then.  Or maybe in front of Steve and Tulip.  I mean, Bucky is still crashing at their house, maybe he would like the show.”

“Cozy, I see where you get your meaniness from; your mama is just as mean.”

“Ow!” You playfully scream when Cozy growls again, getting a little smack on the chest from her.  “You tell daddy that he’s being silly.  He gets to suck on things that no one else gets to, huh?”

“Please don’t talk about me sucking on your cupcake in front of her.  I get it, what I get to play with no one does.  And Cozy, I sure do love playing mama.  I like playing with her a lot,” his voices gets softer as he moves in closer to you with a dopey grin.  Not stopping until it’s your lips pressed against his.  The two of you caught in the sweetest little kiss.  Mornings have never been more sweet than when you had a baby.  Even if she was pushing his arm away.  Even if you could hear the Doodle’s feet upstairs as him and Curtis get out of the bed.  Right now it was just you and Hayden, and Cozy.

“Your boyfriend and our first child will be in here in a second,” he says when you cant find the will power to pull away from his kiss.  “I seriously think he just wants to see your boobies.”

“He knocks at the door,” you mumble, trying to pull him closer.  “After Doodle goes outside.”

“I’m only kidding.  I know he’s already seen your boobies.”

“Shh, just kiss me, daddy.”

“Growl, yes ma’am.”

“No!  Call me baby.”

“Whatever you need Doll, baby,” he says as he closes the gap between you again.  Slotting his lips against yours.  The best mornings happened every morning.

“Mama?” Cozy pouts up at Hayden, while you finish up a test.  She didn’t hate Hayden, she just was attached to you.  Giving her dad a little irritated grunt, and she was looking at the office, pumping her fist towards the door, “My mama?”

“Mama is working, baby,” she shakes her head no, still looking towards the office, ready for you to get her.  “Yep, do you want daddy to wear you?” Excitedly Cozy nods her head, leaning over to lay her head on his belly, “That sounds so weird.  Let me get, ah, the carrier,” reaching towards the carrier that stayed beside the couch, Cozy bounces up and down ready to be worn and walk around.

“Front or back?” That chubby little hand pats on his belly, and he gets so proud of her, “you are the smartest little thing ever.  Yep, smart like your mama and your daddy.  Does my Cozy baby want puffs or yogurt?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, both it is there.  Here you go, let’s get a snack, and we can throw a ball to Doodle, okay?”

“Yeah!”

This is how you found the sweetest things in the world.  Hayden throwing a ball to your bestest boy, while he constantly hands Cozy one of her snacks and her chubby little self happily screeches at Doodle.  His nose gives her flailing feet a tap every time.  “You know, Haydes, I thought you were sexy when I saw you shirtless for the first time.”

“I know you did, baby,” leaning to the side, he gives you a quick kiss, shushing Cozy when she says mama, “Quiet, Coze, daddy still wants to hold you.”

“But this,” you give that sweet little angel on her daddy’s chest a kiss to her head, and she looks up at you, still repeating her mantra of mama, “Our little fenced in backyard, with our handsome boy, this sweet babe on you…Haydes, this is you at your sexiest.  Like how could I want anything more?”

“Well, you are almost finished with school, and you my beautiful wife will be a CPA.  I’m just glad that you let me share this life with you,” Doodle stops in his tracks, howling suddenly, “We have company.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you knew, and didn’t tell me.  That can only mean one thing.”

The side gate opens up, and in trots Andy, Amaris, and even the caseworker that didn’t seem to be away from these two, even if Andy wasn’t giving any information on that.  “Andy Barber,” Hayden turns towards the trio, and Cozy’s legs go stiff, kicking out.  “No.”

“Dede!”

“It sounds like you’re saying daddy and it hurts my feelings,” you swear that Cozy and Hayden could have a pouting contest against each other.  She learned the jutting out lip directly from her dad

“Dede!” She squeals again, the biggest grin on her face.  “Dede!”

“Can I get her?” Andy snorts, holding his own hands out, while Cozy tries to wiggle her way out of her confines.  Reaching up towards her uncle, and almost vibrating with excitement that he was there.  “Dede brought Ama, and Angel to come see you, sweetheart.  C’mere.”

Your eyes move immediately to Andy’s shadow as she watches him hold your daughter so sweetly.  Amaris already runs with Doodle, while you have to hold Hayden since he was pouting, “You had her for a couple of hours all to yourself,” you try to remind him.  Letting him know that he had her all to himself while you finished up some work.  Got to take a nap with her and Doodle in the bed.  She was even laying on his belly.  And you had to miss it.

“And she hates me because I gave her a bottle,” Cozy’s head shoots over towards you, and looks at your chest, and holds Andy even tighter, “See, she likes Dede and boobies.”

“She’s like you, babe.  Come on, Angel, you want to help with dinner?  Curtis should be here soon.  Amaris?  You want to make brownies or just play with Doodle dude until Coco gets here?”

“You’re leaving me alone with the Andy Barber?” Hayden pulls you into him, whispering in your ear before you can get away.

“Yes, and let Cozy be your buffer.  You’ll be fine.  You’re a big boy now.  And if you’re a real big boy, I’ll give you a pumpkin cupcake as a treat, okay?” He sweetly nods his head, making sure to get another kiss before you leave his side.

“But with our next baby, can you make them love me more than you?”

“Yes, Haydes.  Behave,” motioning for Angel to join you, she follows you in the kitchen.  Waiting on you to give her direction, and helping immediately.

Her focus randomly drifts out the door, watching your blushing husband showing off the work you two had been doing for Cozy’s backyard oasis.  Her eyes fondly staring at Andy holding your little baby.  Getting a warm smile when Cozy pushes her hand against his mouth, and you watch as Angel’s hand gently caresses her stomach.  Even the way she watches Amaris, laughing quietly out loud.

“So…what’s going on between you and Andy?”

“Uh…well…”

“Is it serious?  I mean, does Amaris know that you two are…?”

“No,” she blurts out immediately.  “We’re saying it’s to see how she’s adjusting.  This is new territory for all of us.  Especially me.”

A comfortable silence moves over the kitchen, but she never strays from looking towards Andy, and the kids.  A longing look clouding her eyes.  “Doll, can I ask you a personal question?” You nod at her, deciding that dinner was prepped and started enough to move closer, and she only slightly backs away.  “How long was it before you and Hayden…had intercourse?”

“Oh.  Oh, well that…it’s difficult to say.”

“That soon?”

“No.  No, I uh…I was raised in a motorcycle club.  My mother died when I was young, and…I was taught to be an eventual old lady, and my purpose was to be there for my husband’s enjoyment.  Do whatever he likes.  I first experimented with my crush and brother’s best friend, had a miscarriage, and later got into the most toxic relationships I could imagine with my dad’s best friend, and my brother’s at the same time.  I was lost, and drowning, and Curtis brought me to his family.  And a few months later I met Hayden, and…we took things painfully slow.  I didn’t want sex to confuse my head with how I felt about him.  I don’t regret that time, and I appreciate him and us more because of that.  Hayden was patient, and the perfect gentleman.  He let me lead the speed of our relationship.”

Looking down at the countertop, she nods her head.  Her finger draws circles on the surface, and she looks back one more time at Andy who was nibbling on Cozy’s cheek, while hugging Amaris up against him.  He was built to be a father.  “I want to give him that.  I love that Cozy loves him, and he gets to experience a baby.  But I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never…I have, but it was never my…m-my choice, and…”

“Can I hug you?” She looks up at you confused, and you don’t need her to say more if she didn’t want to.  You knew the story and how she got into social work, and how she was in the foster system growing up.  She was trusting you enough, but you didn’t need to know the details.  “I want to give you the ability to choose whether you want me to touch you or not.”

She sighs, and leans in to hug you.  Pulling you in closer, and melting into you quickly.  “I’ve never told anyone that, but Andy.”

“He’s a good man, Angel.  The fact that he’s keeping you around means he’s willing to wait.”

“What if I never can?”

“Then worry about that then,” she slides away from you.  Inhaling and exhaling slowly as she stares blankly at Andy.  “I started off with touching myself.  Get comfortable with me.  And then naturally Haydes’ and my relationship progressed.  Our kisses lasted longer.  My body craved his.  I would straddle him, and you know grind on him.  A lot of clothes on stuff happened.  And then…I felt him a few times before he was ever inside me.  There’s ways.  And I didn’t feel empty afterwards.  I wanted more, and when I was ready I knew.  I didn’t want to hold back.  I wanted him, and I loved him, and…it was the best thing that happened.  Because we’re now married, and I have something I’ve always wanted.  I…we made our dreams happen.  I’ve never been happier, and tomorrow I will be even happier.  And the next day, even happier.  It happens everyday.  He’s my best friend.”

“What about Curtis?” Angel laughs through her tears.  Her hand wipes away the streams pouring down her cheeks.  “They call him your boyfriend.”

“Curtis is my friend.  And one of my best friends, but there’s things I don’t share with him.  I share everything with Hayden.”

“Even bodily fluids.”

“Even that,” there was something satisfying about talking to someone in this way.  Getting to be a bit more candid with a female.  Being open with someone completely, because Tulip didn’t want to know, and Bubs was so guarded.  “I know Haydes is a lot for some people.  But he’s my perfect.  He’s someone I see sitting on our back porch steps, watching our grandchildren play back here.  Or just laying in the bed holding each other with our wrinkled hands.  I want to grow old with him, and I’m going to laugh everyday.”

“Andy isn’t the funniest,” another look to the back, and this time Andy catches sight of her, and the two share the sweetest lingering look, and her hand was back on her stomach again.  “He’s corny.  Corny dad jokes.”

“But he makes you laugh.  He doesn’t make you cry.  Trust your gut.  You want him.  He wants you.  Let him continue to take your walls down brick by brick, until the passion and lust is too much and you react.  That’s all it is,” the outside party walking towards the backdoor has Angel getting from her stool, and going to the half bath.  “If you need to freshen up, you can use our bedroom,” you tell her.  Thankful she was getting a moment to recenter herself, and breathe without prying eyes, and Andy who couldn’t touch her with Amaris around.

Doodle runs straight to you, and you give him the best head scratches.  Seeing your smiling baby squeal when she reaches towards you.  The prettiest smile on her face as she starts to clap, and her legs flail around the closer she gets to you.  Holding her high above your head when you take her from Andy, bringing her back down for the sweetest kisses.  “Okay, you need some floor time.  Are you going to be on the floor with Doodle to play?”

“Yeah!” She screams, and the second she’s in the floor she crawls over to her toy box, and starts throwing out stuffies into the floor.  Looking at each one carefully until she tosses it aside.

“Watch this,” Hayden whispers to Andy.  “Look how smart my babies are.”

“Uhh!” She screams out when getting to the bottom.  Sitting on the floor she turns to look at her mess, making sure she didn’t make a mistake in identifying what she was looking for.  Scanning over every stuffed animal, until looking at Doodle, “Do!”

Doodle snorts, but trots into her room, coming back with BunBun in his mouth, and Cozy squeals again.  “That bunny gets around,” Andy notes, winking over at Amaris who had her own version of a gray bunny.  “Cozy baby, why do you only like stuffed animals?” She answers by squeezing onto her bunny, and looks up at you pitifully.  Ready to be held closely.

“No, it’s not time.  You play,” silly girl.  Trying to trick her way into nursing.  She wasn’t even sleepy.  Looking towards Doodle she crawls over to her buddy, sitting right next to him, and babbles to the toys surrounding them.  Picking each one up, but BunBun stays right in her lap.  

“She’s so cute,” Angel says, a sneaky little hand grazing against Andy’s.  Amaris was in the floor with them, none the wiser as to what her dad was doing.  Laying on her belly as she talks to Cozy’s BunBun with a different stuffed animal of a bear.

“She’s rotten,” Hayden takes a seat on the couch, and pulls you over into his lap.  “Aren’t you, Cozette?  Are you rotten to the core?”

Nonsensical baby talk is spoken towards Hayden, but it ends in sweet little giggles, and her mouth turns into a perfect circle, hearing Curtis’ truck rumble into the garage.  Pointing at the door, “Co!” She claps, crawling a little bit to the door, but sitting still on her foam mats.  

“That is your Coco,” you tell her, and her eyes never leave the front door.  Laughing when he bursts through.  “Oh no,” you pout, and your bottom lip juts out.  He did it.  He said he was going to.  Showed you a picture of them and commented how their wrinkled butts looked just like Cozy’s chunky self.  “You didn’t.”

Doodle’s position turns to get in front of Cozy.  Looking up at Curtis feeling betrayed, and his brown eyes glare up at him, “Buddy, I had to.  Look at hims wittle winkle butt.  Doesn’t him wook wike Cozy?”

“Co!”

“Doodle, you wanna sniff him?” Curtis asks, kneeling in front of Doodle and Cozy, but Doodle sneezes instead, and haughtily walks over to his bed.  His pouting eyes staring at the puppy that Curtis places in your hand.  “Coze, come look at him.”

Cozy looks towards her Doodle, and back at the puppy, and Amaris, sits beside Hayden, giving the puppy a little pet.  “Baby, Coco got you a puppy.  He said you needed it.”

“Co?”

“Yes, Coco got you this wrinkle butt puppy.”

“Ehh!” She squeals, crawling over towards you.  Hating that she could pull herself up now.  And she points at his nose.  Looking up at you and Hayden.  “Co!”

“Yes, this is Cozy’s puppy.”

“Mek!”

“No, milk right now.  You can pet him,” exhaling deeply, her hand touches the pup, and she moves it back quickly, laughing at you and her daddy, and then looking up at Curtis, and back towards Andy.  Smiling so wide that her eyes were squinting, “You telling everyone he’s your puppy?” Nodding her head, she tries it out again.  Softly touching his head, and when he licks her, she laughs again.  “Doodle, you’re still our sweetest boy.”

“And he gets alone time from the pup.  You go to work with Hayden,” Doodle picks his head up only to lay back down.  “Oh, come on, big guy.  We’re still pals.  You’ll still get to sleep upstairs, or on the stairs, or in front of Cozy’s bed.  Wherever you want.  That’s your baby brother, and you got to teach him the ways.”

“My?” Cozy looks up at you, petting the new puppy’s head softly.  All the while Angel and Andy move even the tiniest bit closer together, not even noticing how Amaris was watching them more than the puppy.  Cutting her eyes over at her dad and her, but smirking as she watches them.  They forget just how smart Amaris actually is.  

“Yes, my Cozy.  Dis is your puppy.  And dat is your Doodle, and daddy’s.”

“Dada my Do,” saying his name causes Doodle to harumph his way over to Cozy, sitting in the floor beside her.  And her sweet little hand runs through his mane, and she leans over on him, giving him a little hug, “My Do!”

“Yes.  Now, let’s eat.”

“Mek!”

“Okay, you guys eat.  Cozy needs to be changed and have a snack.”

“Doll, baby, we’re going to wait on you.  You go feed the babe, and give me a kiss.”

“Here.  Hold her.  I’m going to get Sailor dressed for bed,” Tulip places Cozy in Bucky’s arms, and he stares down at the little girl confused.  “Oh, good grief, Buck.  Doll and Hayden know you won’t leave, so you’re always here.  You’re going to have to be around her.  And don’t say it, Steve will be back in like five minutes.  And don’t let her fall on the floor.”

“What?” He shouts as she walks away.  “Why would you say that.  Don’t,” he tells Cozy as her lip puckers out.  Scratching beside her ears.  “What did I do?” Tears brim her eyes, and she starts to pull at her ears.  Her lip trembling, and she won’t look away from Bucky, “Tulip!  Make it stop!”

“Stop screaming!” She whisper screams, holding Sailor who only had on a diaper, but she steps back into the living room to chastise Bucky.  “Doll and Hayden don’t raise their voices.  You’re scaring her.  Now, just hold her.  Softly.  She’s a soft baby.  Get her bunny.”

“BunBun!” She pouts even harder, reaching towards the floor, and Bucky holds her onto her, leaning into the floor to retrieve it.  “My mama?”

“Uh…she’s…she had to go on a date with your daddy.”

“Dada?”

“Yeah.  They’re coming back.  Oh,” Bucky says softly as Cozy snuggles into his chest.  Rubbing her nose over the bunny, trying to stop her tears.  “I get your name.  You just like to be extra cozy, huh?”

“My mama,” she whimpers.  Her breathing gasping through her cries that she tries to stop.  Taking comfort from BunBun’s soft form while she slowly gets more calm.  Her little hand grasping to his shirt.  “My mama.”

“She’s something, huh?  She’s surprised even me.  Your dad can’t be too bad of a guy, because he definitely fits in with your mama,” her head pops up as she looks at Bucky.  She gives a point to his nose, and she giggles a bit.  “Yeah, I’ve known your mom since she was about your age.  She grew up.  Grew up real…well, she’s…your mom is still hot.  One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

“Yep.”

“She did good.  You were…were supposed to have a sister.  She was my baby.”

“My mama.”

“Yeah.  With your mama.  I think that’s where the trend of the bunnies came from is her.  Sailor has her bunny,” Cozy pulls her bunny tight to her chest, smiling up at Bucky.  Blinking her eyes twice at him.  “You’re pretty cute.  I definitely see your dad in you, but those eyes.  You’ve got your mama’s eyes.”

“My mama,” she goes off on a tangent of nonsense, and Bucky’s eyes go wider watching her.  Her eyebrows animated as she speaks.  It was like she was having a full blown conversation with him, but it was indecipherable.  Using her hands to gesture about something.

“Yeah.  I agree with all that you said.  Your mom is a pretty cool human.  Even if she has an ugly star tattoo.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Tulip comes back, with Sailor running in with a sippy cup.  Crawling up into her dad’s seat while she waits on Steve.  “Doll had that thing removed before she ever got married.  It was painful.  But you can’t really see it anymore, huh, sweetheart?  You’re good with kids, Buck.”

“But,” Cozy points at his nose, and Bucky rolls his eyes.  “But!”

“See, what you did.  Now she’s calling me But.  It’s Buck.  Or Bucky.”

“It’s cute.  But you’re good with them.  Sailor, too.”

“I don’t think I want kids anymore.  I think I just wanted one.  It was really Doll that wanted kids.  And then it happened and…well, we see how this ended.  Doll got her baby, and you really are the cutest thing I have ever seen.”

“Doll has her a baby doll.  She acts so much like her mama at times.  So soft, and needing to be held and loved,” Sailor points at Cozy who was smiling up at Bucky.  Her little hand rubs over his cheek, before she snatches it away, giggling.  Holding her hand over her mouth when she gets too loud.

“Why is she doing that?”  Bucky asks, but couldn’t stop smiling at her precious self.  “She really is a cute little thing.”

“She’s flirting.  She does that with Andy, too.  Cozy, you want to put your jammies on?  Doodle and Diesel are sitting on the floor ready for you to lay down with them.  We got your pillow bed.  Come here,” she shakes her head no, laying back down on Bucky’s chest.  Whimpering about her mama.  “Oh, honey, they’ll be back soon.  Let me get you a bottle.”

“Mek.  My mama.”

“She wants Doll’s boob,” Sailor laughs when Cozy sits back up, and turns to look at her cousin.

“What?” Bucky looks at Tulip mortified, “Why does she want her boob?”

“She nurses, Bucky.  My god, stop being so dramatic,” Cozy’s lip puckers out, and a few sniffles escape her mouth before those eyes fill up with tears.

“She’s crying again.”

“Hers sleepy,” Tulip goes to reach for Cozy, but she shakes her head, laying back down on Bucky’s chest.  And he goes to rub his hand up and down her back.

“My mama!”

“The dog is coming over to her.  She has everyone trained.”

“He’s trying to comfort her, which isn’t what you’re doing, when your voice goes up an octave.  Shh.  Cozy, come here baby.”

“Mama!  Mek!”

Back and forth between the group continue, and when you open the door to Steve and Tulip’s house, Cozy turns to look at you.  Smiling in between her tears, and reaching towards you.  Her chubby little hands making grabby fists, and smiling bigger the closer you get, “Is Uncle Bucky holding you?”

“My mama!”

“Don’t take it personal, Bucky,” Hayden sits down almost right beside Bucky as you reach for Cozy.  Holding her tight to your chest, and she’s immediately running her hands down your chest.  “Doll, baby, go feed her.  We’ll leave when you’re finished,” carrying her into Sailor’s room, Hayden turns and looks towards Bucky.  “She’s cute isn’t she?  We made a cute baby.  My god, I love that kid.”

“She’s cute,” he looks at Hayden nervously.  Tapping his fingers on his knees, “I thought you said Steve was almost back.”

“Bucky, no hard feelings between us,” Hayden extends a hand over to Bucky, and Bucky gives it a slow look.  “I’m extending an olive branch.  It’s fine.  We fell for the same woman, but I married her.  And she’s madly in love with me.”

“Hayden!  Oh my goodness.  Sailor, you waiting on daddy?  Or you want to watch a movie in the bed with me?”

“Daddy!”

“Sorry, that was insensitive.  You treat my wife with respect, and you are kind to my daughter, I won’t hate you.  We all have pasts.  And seeing how we can’t get rid of each other, it’s okay to admit the two of you dated.  Well…you did…you were together.  It is fine.  I have totally moved passed it because I wake up next to her, and I get to see her with our daughter everyday.  So we’re good.”

“You’re a dork,” Bucky says, as he looks towards Hayden who was just smiling at Bucky, giving him a proud head nod.  Hayden was a dork, and he knew it.  “But you’re a lucky dork, who is good to her, and she loves you very much.  And yes, you made a cute baby.”

“One of the cutest.  Like, I get to see that sweet face everyday, and get to hear her and her mama call me daddy, and…ahh, it’s a beautiful life.”

You hear every word that they’re saying.  Staring down at your daughter whose eyes were fluttering closed.  You were so happy she got her daddy’s lashes.  The way they sit against her cheeks.  She was perfect.  Your life was such a roller coaster, but holding this sweet angel against your chest was enough to convince you it was worth it.

You had so many more laughs than cries.  The pretty house of your dreams, but inside was more than you could imagine.  And the fact that Hayden could proudly sit next to Bucky and tell him he didn’t care about the past.  You were his now.  An equal pairing, and you loved showing each other off.  

“You finished, sweet Cozy?” You whisper as she pulls off you.  Whispering some nonsense of her own.  Smacking her lips, and struggling to keep her eyes open.  “Let’s go get daddy and the boys, and we’re going to go home, okay?”

She was completely milk drunk.  Smiling with her eyes rolling in the back of her head.  Not wanting to lift off you as you walk into the living room, “Daddy, your baby is very tired.  She’ll go straight to bed.  And Curtis is having a sleepover.”

“Yep.  Tulip, thank you so much for keeping our baby and the boys.  Bucky, thanks for not being a punk.  And Miss Guppy…oh…thanks for being awesome,” he whispers to the sleeping toddler who was curled up in Steve’s chair.  “We’ll get her for your date night next time.  Doodle, buddy, follow mama.  Diesel, my man, you wander too much still.  Get in these arms.”

“Uh!” Cozy puts a leg up on the back porch, but drops it back down on the ground, looking over at Diesel who was also trying to climb the stairs as well.  Wearing nothing but a little dress that had her diaper sticking out of the bottom, and rolls upon rolls.  “Up.  Uh!  Dada!  My mama!”

“Your mama,” Hayden sits on the step looking at her and her partner in crime, “Is waiting on something.  She’ll be out in a minute.  Show Poppy and Nini how you walk.”

“No.  My mama.”

“You can’t walk, Cozy.  It’s not allowed,” Tara squats down, holding her arms out, “Come on.  Can you walk to Nini.”

“No,” she points into the house still not giving up on getting to you, but Hayden picks her up to turn towards Tara, giving her bootie a little tap.  “My mama.”

“Coze, you walk to me, and I’ll tell Poppy to go get your mama.  Come on baby.  Come see Nini.  I don’t think you can do it,” Cozy sticks her tongue out in concentration, and takes one step towards Tara.  Wobbly, and ready to fall, but she holds still until she catches her balance.  Taking another step so determined to get to Tara.  “There you go.  Come on.  Come to Nini.  Howard, tell Doll she needs to just get out here.  We’ll all check later.”

“Dad, didn’t I make the cutest baby?  Look at her.  Her chonky little legs walking like that?”

“Yes, son.  You made the most beautiful little girl.  I’m going to get your wife,” Howard softly walks through your house, and lets the office door creak open.  You sigh in relief but don’t remove your eyes from the computer.  You are still in disbelief at what the screen was saying, “Doll, you don’t have to sit there for results.  Your baby is taking steps outside, and I don’t want you to miss it.”

“I’m not waiting anymore,” you wipe away your steady flow of tears, finally turning back towards Howard.  Tear stained cheeks, and makeup that was long gone and wiped away.

“Honey, you can always take…”

“I passed.  I’m done.  I’m a CPA.  Howard, I did it,” your words rush out of you.  You said it.  It had to be real.  You read over that email so many times.  It wasn’t a dream.  This was a reality.

“Oh, Doll,” he takes a few steps towards you, giving you a big hug.  “You did it.”

“My daughter has a reason….Howard, she’s going to be so proud.”

“She was always going to be so proud.”

“And Haydes.  I gotta tell him.  And I can’t even think, and my baby is taking steps, and Howard, I passed.  I gotta…Hayden!  Haydes!” You didn’t mean to be rude.  But all you could think is getting to Hayden.  All those nights of studying.  The time you had to be away from your daughter to be in class.  The times that you were multitasking and letting her nurse while you studied.  It all had come to this shiny conclusion.

“Hayden!”

“Doll?” He asks, getting worried, grabbing up Cozy, and walking towards you, “Baby, what’s wrong?  Why are you crying?  What happened?  Are you okay?  Baby, talk to me.”

“I did it,” a hand rests on his hip, and you start to push yourself closer to your family.  “I’m officially your CPA wifey.  Cozy, mama did it!”

“Aye!”

“You…y-y-y-you…Ma!  My hot wife is now a hot CPA!  Doll…you…no more studying?  You did it?  Oh my god.  Dad, we need cake.  Ma, call everyone to come by and celebrate.  No!  Let’s go out to eat, and then you guys leave us alone, and I can congratulate my wife, and…”

“Hayden, son, you’re disgusting.  Cozy, let Nini get you dressed, while you’re parents make out for a minute.”

“No, my mama!  My mama, aye!”

“Haydes, we did it.  We…thank you, Haydes.  You’ve always believed in me.  And thanks to this beautiful baby, and our boys, and…we did this, Haydes.  We did it all,” you didn’t care who was watching.  You needed him.  Needed to feel him and remind yourself of how real he was.  Of how no one could ever compare to him.

You are able to feel your baby in his arms, while feel him on you.  You had done it.  You completed something.  You did it.  You did.  You did it all.  Even if no one else was proud, and they were, you are so proud of yourself.  Because, you.  Did.  It.

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[sparklehoard]

I'm going to personally kill whoever was responsible for my mom's car key setup

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

lol sorry, but the part of SEASONAL FEARS most yanking me out of the story right now is how these teenagers interact with a gas pump

[carolofthebell]

Today I learned:

Roses are not an essential component in stopping to smell the roses.

[madnessfillsmyheartnsoul]

i know i promised you that we were worth more than the miles combined…

but that was way before we said some things that made me realize that maybe,

we were just two lovers, way ahead of both our times.

i couldn’t see your exit through the tears that filled my eyes.

and i went straight to my grandmothers, and she asked me what was up? and i told her…

i’ve just broke the only heart i’ve truly ever loved.

and now im terrified of stormy nights, cause i see you when it floods.

and i can’t face my problems, so im living on the run.

[borngeniusworld]

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[sugume]

THINK I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABY w/Jujutsu Kaisen

( TW ) f!Reader, Breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum inflation, hair pulling, sex toys, overstimulation, stepdad!Toji, daddy kink, overstimulation

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru & Choso Kamo

authors note: repost bc tumblr took it down for no reason...

☾ GOJO SATORU

“Fuck Love, you’re sucking me so good.” Satoru groans, struggling to not crash the car. During dinner, you two kept passing each other such heated looks that even your friends commented on the tension. Earlier today, you got a notification from your health app that you were ovulating. Satoru jumped on you as soon you told him, he wanted to stay in all day and fuck, but your guys’ friends blew up his phone reminding him of the promises you both made to them. After dinner you couldn't keep your hands off each other, you were desperate for his cum and Satoru was desperate to breed you. “Don’t cum ‘Toru.” You warn before sticking his cock back in your mouth. “Can’t help it Love, mouth too fuckin’ good,” he says, sighing in relief when he pulls onto your street, clicking the button in his car that opens the garage. He barely has the chance to take the keys out of the ignition before you pull him out of the car. “Don’t have time to make it up to the bed, just fuck me right here.” You demand, leaning over the car and presenting Satoru with your ass. Satoru pulls your dress up and shoves his cock into your pussy. He reaches over your hip to stimulate your clit. “‘Toru, just cum in me, I don't care ‘bout gettin’ off.” You move your ass in perfect sync with his hips. “You sure Love–” “Breed me ‘Toru!” You moan, feeling his cum fill you up. You drop your head to the still-warm hood of the car, finally able to catch your breath now that his load was deep in your cunt. “C’mon Love, let's finish this in the bedroom.” 

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO  

You peak over the corner of the hallway, winking at Toji who was busy talking to your mother. ‘Come fuck me.’ Your mouth once you catch his attention before running back up the stairs, careful not to make any noises. You told your mom that you weren't feeling well, that during the drive back from college you must’ve caught something. In all honestly, you just wanted a chance to freely fuck your stepdad without your mother coming in and out of your room. Specifically, you wanted to be bred by him, and the best way to keep his cum in you was to use several pillows and put them under your ass so his cum didn’t spill out, hence why you didn't want your mom to barge into your room. Thank God she's a germaphobe. You strip out the Pj set you threw on and lay yourself face down, ass up. Your stepdad’s favorite position. As expected, you hear your stepdad softly shut the door a few minutes later. “Desperate now, are we?” He grips your hips. “Always desperate for you Daddy.” you mumble into the bed. “Huh,” he slaps your ass before pulling you up by the hair. “Didn’t hear you slut.” “Said ‘m always desperate for you Daddy, even prepared myself with the dildo you bought me.” You whimper. “Such a good girl,” He pulls his hard cock out of his slacks, gives it a few tugs before stuffing your cunt to the brim. “Now take this dick slut.” He pushes your head down into your lilac duvet. You try and fail to be silent when his dick hits that special spot every time he goes deep enough. “You okay in there, y/n?” You hear your mother's muffled voice through the door. You clench down on your daddy's dick in surprise, causing him to fuck you faster. “Y/n?” “Y-yes mom, I'm fine, just go away p-please.” You gasp out, throwing your head back into the bed in ecstasy when you hear her mumble and walk away. “Daddy, 'm cumming! Cum with me!” You whisper-yell. “Gonna fill this pussy, get you so full of my seed you can never leave this house again.” He grunts, slamming into you at a bruising pace. “Yes, please Daddy, fill me up!” You orgasm and Toji follows suit, filling you with so much cum it spills out.  

☾ GETO SUGURU 

“I'm so full Sugu.” You mumble, dazed. You fight the urge to close your eyes and fall back into Suguru’s big, warm chest. “Wake up sweet girl. ‘M not done yet.” He mumbles into your sweaty neck. “B-but Sugu–” “Shush Lovebug, one more time.” Suguru looks over your shoulder to see where you two are connected. He plugged you up good, but after so many loads a trickle of his cum slowly travels down his almost empty balls. “O-one more.” You grab his chin and kiss him sweetly. He rubs your noses together before grabbing your hips and moving you down the shaft of his cock. He pays close attention to not pull you over the tip of his cock. You hold onto your stomach, feeling it protrude slightly more than normal, Sugu’s cock and cum inflating you. You feel like a cum filled, flesh light as Sugu moves you to his liking. It’s hard to believe he has more cum in him. “Fuck Lovebug, you feel so warm and tight.” He mummers, giving you a few more neck kisses. You lean closer into him. Right now, you want to live in his skin. “Love you Sugu, can’t wait ta have your baby.” “I Love you too, can’t wait to see you carryin’ my child.” He grips your hips tighter at the thought.  “‘bout to fuck another load into you sweet girl, you wan’ it?” “Yes please, more than anything.” You rest your head back into his shoulder. He shrugs at your head until your mouth is close enough to kiss. He slams your hips down and cums as you two make out and whisper sweet nothings. 

☾ CHOSO KAMO

“Again, Baby.” Choso holds the vibrator to your clit. You arch your back and forget the fact that you have nipple clamps on. You scream when the clamps move. Your entire body is sensitive, Choso came up with the idea to simulate you to the max when you said you wanted to have his baby, that you wanted him to breed to and fill you to the brim with his cum. You readily agreed to his idea because you knew that the more orgasms you had the better chance you had to get pregnant, something about the virginal walls relaxing when women orgasm. Now though, you’re regretting it. Choso’s been holding the vibrator on your clit for the last hour and every time you think you’ve gone numb to the sensation; he finds a way to make you cum harder than the last. “N-no Choso, ‘m done down, I've cum as I can, wan’ you to fuckmenow!” You slur your words, the pleasure making you lightheaded. “One more Babygirl.” He soothes you, rubbing your stomach and imagining what you’d look like full of his cum. Beautiful, you’d look beautiful. “At least fuck me while you give me another orgasm!” You argue, staring at him with glossed-over puppy eyes. Choso gives in and situates himself between your legs, still holding the vibrator over your clit. You sigh happily when he sets the vibrator down and thrust his cock in you. You thought you were completely numb down there but the feeling of Choso thrusting into your hole that’s been contracting nothing felt godly. Adding that with the vibrator that he put back on your clit, you come immediately. “Choso!” You scream clenching around him so tight he can’t help cumming. “Fuck! ‘M filling you up so good baby!” 

[laiiaaa]

thinking about Carmen taking care of his girl sm he won’t put up with her spending any of her hard-earned money :(

After shutting your door for you, Carmen walks around the front of the car into the drivers seat, shuffling with the seatbelt as he turns the key in the ignition.

You hum to yourself in the meantime and find your lipstick in your bag—your new lipstick, a little more luxe this time, just the right shade to compliment your skin, a treat for yourself after finishing up a project at work. Just a little gift you deserved. You flip down the sun visor and open the mirror, making a pretty o with your lips to carefully apply it, stifling a smile when you feel Carmen watching.

“Where’s that from, baby?” he asks, a hand smoothing up your back.

“Hm?”

“The—the, uh—” he points to his own mouth while staring at your lips— “Lipstick, you call it?”

“Oh,” you smile. “Yeah, it’s new.” You hug his bicep, an affectionate squeeze before cradling the side of his face and toying with the tuft of hair by his ear. “You like it?”

He hums, “‘F course, ‘s pretty.”

But his smile falters, and it has you pouting.

“What?”

“Nothin’…” He shrugs. “Just don’t remember buyin’ it. You used my card, right?”

You shake your head. “No, I bought it myself. It wasn’t expensive, Carm, I promise.” Half true, at the very least.

“Yeah?” He let’s go of you only briefly to lift his hips and pull his wallet from his pocket, fishing out the wad of cash that’s accumulated there. “How much was it, baby? I’ll pay you back.”

“Carm, I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Yeah, well, I’m doin’ it anyway.” He counts out one, two, three twenties—

“Carmen, put that away—”

He looks up at you, raises his brows, dishes out a fourth and a fifth. “What?” He doesn’t even flinch when he folds the bills in two and leans over the console to slip them in your purse, sneaking a kiss to your cheek as he does so, just because he knows it’ll distract you. A hand on the wheel now—a veiny, tattooed hand, enough to make you drool—with the other holding your jaw, he kisses you again, the corner of your mouth to keep your lipstick in tact. “Use my card next time, you hear me? Doesn’t matter what it’s for.”

You frown. “But I feel bad . . . I make my own money, y’know.”

“You’re not supposed to spend your money, baby, you’re supposed to spend mine.” Again, he kisses you, guiding you where he wants you with his thumb and index gently holding your chin so you can’t look away. “I got you, baby. Lemme take care ‘f you.”

And, well, when he puts it like that . . . it’s not so hard to oblige.

[dearjaeyuns]

jealousy — [ 엔하이픈 제이크 ] genre ⋆ smut

“i thought we were supposed to stay a little longer.” your words came out slurred, your boyfriend jake tugging you behind him by the wrist and to the car.

he was furious and you had way too much to drink to realize why. what you did know was seeing him so frustrated turned you on beyond belief.

tonight was meant to be fun. jake always loved going out and drinking with the boys. he figured inviting you to tag along would be a good idea, but boy was he wrong.

all it took was for him to catch heeseung checking out your ass while you bent over the pool table with his lip caught between his teeth for him to drag you out the bar. you wore your favorite pleated skirt, innocently unaware that it was a bit too short and, when bending over, you could see a small peek of your laced panties underneath.

jake noticed of course. he always did. that skirt was his favorite and you knew it too. it was the whole reason you had put it on in the first place. for him.

with his jaw tightly clenched and eyebrows furrowed, he opened the car’s passenger door for you. even when he was pissed off, he was still such a gentleman. your buzzed mind couldn’t help but swarm with the filthiest thoughts while he got into the vehicle.

“you’re so sexy when you’re mad.” the words came up like vomit, jake’s eyes turning to you while he put the key in the ignition, “you know you belong to me, right?” his words came out through clenched teeth, breaking the silence that filled the car.

his fingers were clutching the wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning white. you couldn’t help but think of how pretty his hand would look around your throat, squeezing it just as hard.

you nodded sheepishly and reached your hand over to run your fingers through his dark hair to reassure him, “i’m yours, jake.” his shoulders immediately relaxed, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing as well. you loved seeing the effect that you had on him.

little did he know that he had a very lasting effect on you. your cute panties were now soaked in your own arousal. jake reached over to stroke your thigh. it was an innocent gesture from him. yet your cunt pulsed and hips shifted, the warmness of his hand making you feel unbearably hot.

“i can’t stand seeing other guys look at you, _____. it drives me insane.” jake’s nails dug into you, squeezing your plush skin. “i know, baby.” you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to touch you. really touch you.

he knew what you wanted too. jake always knew. he just loved to tease you. it was his favorite part, hearing you beg and plead for him to fuck you. he loved how whiny your voice got, how squirmy you were against him. but most of all, jake loved how he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or your boyfriend’s magical fingers, but as soon as he found your clit the area around you began spinning. your head fell back against the seat and your thighs parted ways immediately for him.

“fuck, you’re drenched.” his voice was husk, pretty eyes scanning the outside of the bar. there were a few people smoking by the front doors and empty cars filled most of the parking lot. anyone could walk up and catch the two of you and somehow that thought turned him on even more.

when jake attempted to pull your panties to the side, you held his wrist in place to stop him, “no.” your voice was firm and you pulled his hand away. at first, he was hurt. but you had quite a bit to drink and he wasn’t the type of boyfriend to take advantage of you. even if he was already visibly hard in his jeans.

then your voice was soft, shifting to sit on your legs while your hands reached over the middle console to eagerly fumble with his belt buckle. “let me show you how much i love you.” you wanted to be the one to please him this time. to prove how much you worshipped him and his beautiful cock. how he was the only one you could ever want.

once you got his zipper down, you quickly pulled his cock out from under his briefs. and jake’s dick sat straight up, all ready to be touched by you. he felt like he must’ve been dreaming when you licked a long stripe up the base of his cock to his tip, finally taking him in your mouth.

his hand quickly fisted your hair, pulling you closer and shoving his length further down your throat. “f— fuck, that’s my good girl.” his praises made your thighs clench together, jaw relaxing to take more of him. you would take as much as jake wanted you to. always.

it wasn’t until his tip hit the back of your throat that he stopped pushing your head down on him. your sweet eyes screwed shut and you hollowed your cheeks before quickly bobbing your head on his shaft.

“oh god. just like that.” jake’s eyebrows were furrowed, his lips slightly parted and, without even thinking, his hips thrusted upwards to meet your face. you gagged on him and your nails dug roughly into his thighs, earning a whiny moan from him.

with the tight hold jake had on your head and the incessant twitching of his cock in your mouth, you knew your boyfriend was getting close to his climax. plus he was getting much louder. praises and curses fell from his lips incoherently. you sped up on him, his head eventually falling back and legs trembling when his warm load finally coated the inside of your mouth.

you made sure to slowly suck him from the base to his tip, swirling your tongue along each curve and ridged vein on his dick to clean him all up. the smile that pulled at jake lips was absolutely stunning. beautiful little beads of sweat trickled his forehead and he audibly whimpered when you pulled off of him with a pop. your eyes locked with his and he immediately pressed his lips against yours.

you both melted into the kiss right away, you leaning even further over the console until you were bent over on all fours with your skirt bunched at your hips. jake couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss. then he pulled back, reaching his hand behind you to slap your half-naked ass which caused you to yelp loudly. and this time jake didn’t care who happened to see you or your cute panties because after all, you were his.

[sukunasteeth]

Your First Time on Sukuna's Bike

You lost a bet. 

That’s ultimately how you ended up here.  

"Hey," Sukuna is calling your attention to him, sitting on his motorcycle with a spare helmet outstretched in your direction. "Put it on."

The sun was just starting to set behind him on the horizon, casting him in this warm orange flavored glow that was almost comforting. Almost. 

"'Kuna, maybe this is a bad idea." You stay where you are a few feet away, shifting from foot to foot nervously. "Maybe you should go to the meetup by yourself-"

He interrupts you with one call of your name, effectively silencing you. He raises a brow.

"C'mere," He's smirking at you, seeing your unease as a challenge. Like he always did. 

"No, totally, I would. It's just-I- " You can't find the words to deny him. They don't come to you anymore. Your heart aims to please him in everything but your body is frozen in fear. Your brain scrambles to produce something- any kind of lie under his lion-like gaze. "I just remembered that Yuji asked me to do something with him-"

"Yuji's with his goth boyfriend." Sukuna rolls his eyes, quickly swapping the helmet to his other hand and leaning across the short distance between you to grasp your wrist instead. He tugs you closer to him, until your shoe is nearly touching the tire of his bike.

He's grinning up at you, with that convincing little squint to his eyes.

"Chicken shit." He accuses.

You gape at him.

"I am not afraid of your little motor bike, okay?"

"Then put the helmet on, Braveheart." He shoves said helmet into your hands and releases it before you can say no to fully grasping its weight. You fumble with it, trying not to let the piece of equipment slip to the asphalt, it felt expensive and heavy with quality, just as a lot of Sukuna's things did.

When you finally have it secured to your chest, safe and sound, you pale at the thought of the next step. 

Now, Sukuna was nothing if not a gentleman. You knew that. But, he also was constantly toeing the line of gentleman and... complete and utter vagrant menace. He would come over to your apartment after a meetup like the one the two of you were going to, with wind whipped cheeks and adrenaline clearly glimmering in his eyes. Occasionally, he would even ask you if you had a spare tarp so that he could cover his bike in case the police came around the neighborhood looking for a similar one.

Being in one of his turbo kitted cars was different. If there was an accident, it wasn't just between you, the heavy leather jacket Sukuna had bought you, and the rough merciless asphalt of the street.

You're staring down at the helmet like it's a death sentence when Sukuna calls for your eyes again, his hand coming up to caress the back of your arm with a gentle, coaxing touch. He ushers you until you're within his airspace, creating a timeless bubble where only the two of you exist. 

You’re slightly guilty when you look up at him. You hated questioning Sukuna, especially when it came to something like your safety, which he would never put at risk, but you can't help the nerves curdling in your stomach.

His gaze melts into something similar to sympathy, still slightly amused with you. 

"Why're you scared?” He wants to know. He knows just which soft and low tone of voice to use on you- to make every secret you have come rushing to the surface, desperate to please him just like the rest of you was. 

"Scared? Of a stick with two wheels that can go in between cars that weigh literal tons while riding at a speed of 120 miles per hour? No. No, why would I be scared?"

"120 miles per hour?" He repeats, cocking a brow at you. "And put my little chicken shit in danger? Are you insane?"

You bite your lip. 

“Can we go slow?” 

Sukuna merely laughs, turning back towards his bike and turning the key to kick start the ignition. The time for conversation was clearly over. 

“Put it on.” ~

Sukuna actually does go at a reasonable speed for the majority of the time. You get used to the feeling of the wind gliding over every inch of you, hissing so loudly in your ears that all other sounds become moot. It’s almost like white noise. 

Sukuna’s body is warm and sturdy against your front, and you press more of yourself than needed into him, just to be closer. Occasionally he’ll reach down and squeeze your thigh or point something out for you to look at, but otherwise he lets you take in the scenery at an easy pace. 

After an hour of riding, you may very well say it was comforting on the bike. 

At least, until you get to a long stretch of highway, that is. Empty and wide as it is long. A highway to some rural part of the city you had never been to before. 

Sukuna taps your knee, and then reaches up and tightens your hold on his waist. It was a signal. 

“Wait-” Even if Sukuna could hear you past the helmets, the unrelenting wind, and the roar of the motorcycle beneath you, he didn’t give you a chance to say much. 

The bike climbs speed as your heartbeat climbs in speed and if it weren’t for the helmet, it would be impossible to breathe easy with the wind whisking around you in such a flurry. Your thighs press into Sukuna’s, and you peek over his shoulder at the speedometer to watch it hit 95. It felt so much faster to you. It felt like you were flying. 

You can’t help the giggles that escape you as exhilaration plucks them out of you. 

Fear had long since revealed itself as excitement to you, and Sukuna could tell in the way you would kick your feet as he revved the engine that you were on the same page now. 

By the time the two of you make it to the meetup, you’re buzzing like a ball of electricity. Sukuna parks the bike, kicks the stand out, and immediately turns around to unclasp your helmet first. 

You tear it off of you, barely containing yourself long enough for him to remove his own before you're winding your arms around his neck. Giggles are still leaking out of you and into his ear, which is searing cold beneath your lips. 

“I told you you’d like it.” He chuckles, leaning backwards into you and forcing you to be the one to keep the both of you upright. You use your free hand to pull on his hood, forcing him back even further until you can press a kiss to his prideful smile.  

“That was fun.” You whisper.

“Good.” He whispers back, grabbing his keys from the ignition without moving his head from your grasp. “You’re drivin’ us home.” 

[xhoneygirlxx]

Juicy

Eddie Munson x big boob fem!reader

summary: the heat causes you to let the girls hang free and it causes Eddie to be a flustered mess

warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader has breasts and wears feminine clothing. skin color/ethnicity is not mentioned! Eddie being a flustered cutie. idiots in love :) mentions of high school jocks being gross. 18+ MINORS DNI. smut: heavy making out, grinding, titty sucking, premature ejaculation. mentions of titty fucking and cumming on tits. shitty writing and not proofread.

a/n: hello my honey buns!! i wanted to get something out while i work on some of my current wips. i got inspired to write this bc i have a tig bitties and every time i wear a bra i feel like i'm dying and i'm too insecure to not wear one lmao. also, i just wanted to say that all different shapes and sizes of bitties are beautiful!!! also please be kind! smut is not my strong suit.

The late August heat made living in Hawkins unbearable. That might be an over exaggeration since you've never traveled anywhere outside of your town, but it still felt like the underside of satan's ballsack.

You regret agreeing to hangout with Eddie the minute you saw the afternoon weather forecast and regret it even more when you got into the metalhead's van. With no working a/c in the vehicle, there was no choice but to have the window's down to get some sort of circulation.

It wouldn't be so bad if there was a breeze but the air was dry, burning your lungs with every single intake of oxygen. You could feel the sweat rolling down your spine, making the thin cotton tank top you had on stick to your skin.

The cotton shorts you had on didn't quell any heat that you were feeling, only making your thighs stick together uncomfortably. Eddie being the angel he was, had already stopped at the gas station, picking up whatever snack he thought you might want, including a cherry icee that was already melted.

The sweat the beaded at your hairline, falling down your face like raindrops, matched the sweat on your cardboard cup. Syrupy sweetness coated your tongue as you drank it, coolness going down your throat to extinguish the flames within your body.

You needed to get out his car as soon as possible and into some air conditioning. Eddie on the other hand looked as cool as a cucumber. His cut band tshirt blowing through the warm air, black jeans tight on his lower body, and his brown curls in a low bun.

You almost wanted to hate him for being so calm, never showing any discomfort when it got hot like this. God, you hated the way he looked so relaxed, puffing on his cigarette and driving with one wrist on the steering wheel. The sun shining off of his ringed fingers, the band squeezing at his tiny waist, the black ink on his alabaster skin dancing with every move he took- he was so beautiful and it was making your temperature rise even higher.

When he pulled up to his trailer, you were up and out of the van before he could even pull the keys out of ignition. To your dismay, he was taking his sweet time getting out of the car, making you wait in the blaze of the sun. If you didn't know any better, you'd think the cheeky asshole was doing it on purpose. As he rounds the car, a plastic bag dangling from his wrist, a playful smirk paints his lips.

He's definitely doing it on purpose. Asshole.

"Where's the fire, Cherry?" he jests playfully at you, making you scowl even more.

"It's going to be in your hair if you don't hurry the hell up." You yell back at him. A small laugh leaves his pretty lips, shaking his head as he pulls out his key to unlock the door.

"I'll open the door faster if you say please." You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. Playing up the part even more, Eddie takes his time putting the key into the door.

"Oh please Eddie, would you be so kind and unlock the door?" You smile sarcastically up at him. He mimics you, straight white teeth flashing brightly in your eyes.

"Now was that so hard?" Scoffing at him, you push right past his body and enter the trailer.

The small a/c unit the sits in the window works overtime, buzzing and rattling loudly, to cool down the small trailer. It feels like heaven when you walk in, the immediate temperature drop makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

Plopping down on the well loved couch, you sprawl your limbs out trying to cool every inch of your skin. Placing the bag of treats on the table, Eddie makes his way into the kitchen to retrieve a beer from the fridge.

"Is Wayne off today?" The absence of the older man only coming to your attention.

"Yeah, he went to Darla's house." Eddie mutters his response as he works the cap of the beer bottle off.

Darla was Wayne's new girlfriend he had been seeing the past couple months. You had fallen victim to many of Eddie's rants about his uncle coming home late and never calling letting his nephew know he was safe.

Humming a response, you turn your attention to the television that's currently playing reruns of The Golden Girls.

Now that you've been in the cool air for not even five minutes, the creeping heat comes back into your body. The culprit being your chest, heat radiating in the cups of your bra. It was uncomfortable already with the weight on your back and shoulders, not to mention the sweat that collected in the fabric.

Jumping up abruptly from your slouched position, you work your hands around your back preparing to take off the article of clothing. . Before you it off, you remember that you're not in your own home and that it might make Eddie uncomfortable.

As he walks in from the kitchen, sipping on his chilled beer, he catches your stare. Raising a brow and removing the bottle from his mouth, he turns to you.

"You okay over there?" He questions you, eyeing your posture and how you look like you've been caught in the act of something you shouldn't be doing.

"I need to take my bra off but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Oh boy is he caught of guard, choking on his spit loudly. His cheeks are tinted a deep red, eyes wide and bulging from his face. Of course he didn't care, you guys were friends and he always wanted you comfortable. The only problem was that you would be braless, sitting next to him.

It's not like you haven't before, any time you wore big baggy shirts he knew you didn't have a bra on, but the extra material of your shirt blocked the visuals of your loose breasts.

When you cock an eyebrow at him, he shakes his head, brown curls bouncing with the movement.

"Y-yeah sure. Ya know what we Munson's say, this land is your land, or whatever." He chuckles nervously eyeing you from where he stands across from you.

Letting out a roaring laugh, you reach your hands under the hem of your shirt, undoing the hook.

"I'm pretty sure Woody Guthrie said that, Eds." Forcing out a small laugh, he watches as you pull the straps down your arms and then pulling the material out from under your white tank top.

Yeah he's going to die right here in the middle of his living room. When you finally pull it from your sticky skin and discard it somewhere on the floor, your nipples pebble up from the cold air. You lean your head back and release a sigh of satisfaction.

You don't see how Eddie's drinking you in right now, how he's staring at the way your nipples are visible through the wet cotton of your shirt, or how he can see the fullness of your chest.

It was no secret that you had a bigger bust than most of the girls in town, earning the nickname of Cherry from all the jocks at school, which you took pride in and eventually took ownership of.

Unlike the jocks, Eddie never made any comments about your bust. Not that he didn't think of them when he was beating off in his room every night, but he never commented on them to you which you appreciated. To him you were just you, double d's or not.

While you were in pure bliss, Eddie was living a nightmare come true. The girl he's had a crush on since middle school is braless in his home, right in front of him. He didn't know how he was going to sit next to you now with the way blood was rushing to his cock, the stiff material of his jeans didn't help his discomfort.

"So, what are we watching today?" Cracking your eyes open to look at your best friend, you could still see him standing in the same spot, staring right at your chest.

Oh. OH. He was staring at your chest. You could have so much fun with this, give him a little taste of his own medicine for his little stunt earlier, making you wait longer in the heat.

"Eds?" Your tone was sinfully sweet. Placing your arms on either side of you, you used your forearms to push your boobs together as best as you can.

"Huh? O-oh yeah. Um, we ugh, we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street." He was tripping on his tongue every other word.

Quickly moving from his spot, he knelt down in front of the television to pop in the horror movie. The boy who was so unbothered by record breaking heat, was now a sweaty, heavy breathing mess because of you.

After starting the movie, he slowly retreats to the couch but as far away from you as humanly possible. Maybe it wasn't that he was hot and bothered by you, maybe he was just uncomfortable with your state of dress.

For the first twenty minutes of the film that's all you could think, trying to figure out what you could do to make the situation better. Without thinking, you take a lollipop out of the bag of goodies he bought, popping it right into your mouth.

You took your time, swirling your tongue around the red candy, hallowing your cheeks every so often. You weren't really paying attention to what you were doing, staring straight ahead at the glowing screen. Eddie was paying attention though, growing unimaginably harder than before.

The movement of Eddie taking the pillow from behind his back and placing it right on his crotch, brings your attention the boy next to you. He wasn't as smooth as he thought, the placement of the pillow gave it away right away. His sweat soaked bangs, bouncing leg, and red cheeks definitely gave it away.

Removing the lollipop from your mouth, you place it down on the discarded wrapper laying on the table. Turning to him, your knees criss cross, you say his name softly.

His head turns with speed when you call him, chocolate brown eyes replaced with the darkness of his pupils.

"Are you okay? You don't seem, well you seem bothered. If it's me not wearing a bra, Eddie I can put it back on." You sputter out, worry rising in your stomach at the thought of making him feel awkward with your braless tits.

Releasing a loud sigh, he runs a hand down his face. "Cherry, I'm not bothered by you not wearing a bra. Well, okay, I am but I'm not uncomfortable."

He's staring right at you, almost like he's waiting for you to catch on but you don't. Eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand what he had just said to you. Before you can ask, he reiterates himself.

"Baby, I'm not bothered because you don't have a bra on. I'm very much the opposite and because I'm a gentleman, I'm trying to make myself calm down the best I can. It's just hard to do that when you're deep throating a sucker right next to me." The last part comes out as a joke, dimpled smile to prove it.

So you were right, he was hot and bothered by you. Just like he made you wait for him, you made him wait even longer to rid himself of his discomfort happening in his pants.

"Well Eds, you know if you wanted to see them all you had to say was please." You tease and he groans loudly, throwing his head back.

"Please, Cherry." He begs and you give in, lying back on the old couch. Beckoning him over to you, you spread your legs to give him room. Like a panther, he pounces on you, smacking his lips to yours.

Its heavy and animalistic the way your tongues attack each other. The lingering taste of beer mixes with the cherry from your candy. When you push your hips up to get some friction on your aching heat, he whimpers in your mouth.

He takes your motions as permission to grind into you, the pressure making both of you moan in unison. Pulling away from your mouth so you two can breathe, he moves to his next target.

The warmth of lips meet the chilled skin of your neck, he kisses all around the precious skin to find that sweet spot. When a wanton moan falls from your red stained lips, he thinks he's hit the jackpot. Sucking and kissing the spot under your ear, you're sure there will be a blotch of purple there.

You hiss out when he runs his teeth along the spot, jerking your hips up in excitement. Moving his face so that he's looking at you, you can see the spit that coat his red swollen lips, the lust the pool in his eyes. He's so pretty like this, so fucking pretty and he's all yours in this moment.

"Can I see your pretty tits, Cherry?" He asks so sweetly, like he didn't just sinfully makeout with you. Nodding in approval, he shakes his head at you.

"I need words, princess." He waits for you, who is currently looking up at him like he's hung the stars and moon. You look so fucked out and so disheveled. He's always known he was going to marry you but when he looks at you he has no doubt that he's going to marry you.

"Please, Eds."

That's all he needs to hear before he's pulling the front of your shirt down, revealing your chest to him. He stays there for a minute, looking unbashful at your tits, like they were the eight wonder of the world.

His unwavering gaze starts to make you insecure, worrying that maybe they weren't as nice as he thought they would be. They were heavy and slightly sagged due to the weight, you had stretch marks that decorated the skin like a zebra.

Pulling your arms up to cover yourself, he grips your wrists and pulls them down. Moving his gaze back up to you, his eyes are much softer.

"Don't hide, please don't hide. Not when I've waited so long to see these." A tingling sensation fills your face, making you smile giddily up at him. When you nod at him, he goes in face first into your chest.

"Fuck, I've dreamt of this for so long." You want to respond but you can't when his mouth is placing pecks to the delicate skin of your breast.

Resuming his motions from before, his hips roll right into yours like a wave crashing on the shore. He's everywhere, filling all your senses. Eddie.Eddie.Eddie. That's all that's in your mind, especially when he places your pebbled nipple in his mouth.

"Fuck, Eddie." You hiss out, reaching your hand to the nape of his neck, placing a gentle pressure to keep him there. His switches between swirling his tongue around the numb and sucking on it.

His other hand snakes up to your abandoned breast, groping the fat of it before his fingers pinch the nipple. It's sinful the way it feels, his hard cock hitting right where you need him, the warm of his mouth, and the moans that you release.

Eddie groans, causing your skin to vibrate. Removing himself from your abused breast, he moves to the other one, finally giving it the same attention as the other.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He groans out, eyes closed in ecstasy, high off the scent and taste of you. His movements start getting faster causing him to moan even louder.

Moving away from your chest, he looks down at you, the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. He looks at the mark he made on your neck, and how your skin shines with his saliva and your sweat. Your pupils are blown wide, lips puffy and shiny. Then he moves his eyes back to your tits, imagining what it would feel like to run his dick on your sternum, how pretty they would look coated in his pearly white cum, and how hot it would be to titty fuck you.

Every possible scenario plays out in his head when he looks at you and it's too much. With one finally grunt, pulled deep from his stomach, he hangs stops all his motions, collapsing onto of you.

Dazed and slightly confused, you let him catch his breathe. When he brings his face out from the crook of your neck, he has a boyish smile pulled on his cheeks.

"Ed, did you just-"

"Cum in my pants like a teenager? Absofuckinglutely, but if give me about five minutes I'll give you everything you want." You reach your hand up to his face, pushing some of the loose hair that fell from his ponytail, behind his hair.

"If you say please, pretty boy."

He didn't need five minutes, instantly getting hard from the sultry tone of your voice.

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[sluts4matt]

FIRST HIT

pairing: soft!chris x reader

summary: chris comes over to smoke, deciding he wanted his first time to be with you. although things take a slight turn.

warnings: SMUT, suggestive comments, use of weed, fingering, pet names, dirty talk, breeding kink (if you squint), praising

word count: 2440

author's note: i thought about this when i was getting ready to go to sleep ngl

you smiled down at your phone, excited and filled with joy that chris wanted you to be the person he smoked with for the first time.

him and his brothers were completely sober, had been since you met them basically when they first moved to LA. they didn't drink, didn't smoke, and didn't do drugs, so this was a huge step for him.

you slipped on your slides, pulling a 'fresh love' hoodie over your head and down your torso. you grabbed your car keys from the top of your vanity, leaving your bedroom and going out your front door.

you got in the car, setting your bluetooth up to play music. the beat of paris by $suicideboy$ rang through your car speakers.

you turned your head, looking out your back mirror before backing out of your spot.

you turned the wheel, beginning the drive to your destination.

it was a quick one, luckily, so you didn't have to deal with the traffic that the city was always experiencing.

you pulled up in the driveway of the house, putting your car in park and looking at your phone sending chris a 'here' message.

thirty seconds go by before he's coming out of the house, his hair falling in front of his eyes. he looked hot, you'd never deny it, but he was your best friend and you had to control yourself.

he walked up to the passenger side opening the door and sliding in, "always the passenger princess aren't you," you chirped mockingly, starting your car.

"suck my dick," chris mumbled playfully rolling his eyes. "mhm," you hummed, "what's this about you wanting to smoke?" you ask, glancing at him before your eyes go back to the road.

"oh uh," he says, rubbing his thumb and index finger together. "i don't know, just felt like it," he says. "so," he continues, "i was hoping you'd be the person who showed me."

you nodded, "i'd be honored christopher," you beam. chris adjusts himself in the seat as you drive, the faint sound of music playing in the background.

"what strain is it?" you ask, "something called peanut butter crunch," he stated, grabbing his bag. he started digging around, "homie said it was a hybrid," he added.

"ooh," you purred, "i've been dying to try that," you smiled. he chuckled, "yeah, well, looks like i'm gonna pop your cherry," he joked. you let out a fake laugh, shaking your head.

"tha- okay chris," you said, rolling your eyes. he snickered, pulling a few buds out of his bag. he looked down at them, turning his head and looking out the window.

he had a look of regret on his face, like he was questioning himself if he was making the right decision. "don't force yourself," you mumble, glancing at him.

"what?" he asks, looking back at you. "to smoke, you don't have to if you really don't want to," you say. he lets out a sigh, "no i wanna do this," he said, "just a little nervous," he continued.

"understandable i suppose," you shrug, pulling into your driveway. you park the car, taking the keys out of the ignition and getting out.

chris follows behind, following you inside and up to your room.

you shut the door, going to your desk and pulling out your grinder, as well as a few papers. you sat them down on your desk, then turning to the drawers.

you open one, looking for the lighter that you knew was in there. you found it, picking it up and turning around.

"give," you say, holding your hand out. chris' eyes looked at your hands, more specifically the fresh manicure that sat neatly on your fingernails.

he had always liked your hands, the way you painted your nails and the way the rings you'd wear would sit perfectly.

chris' lips parted slightly, his tongue running across the bottom one. his eyes fluttered back up to yours, giving you the bud.

you looked down, placing the paper down. you started grinding the weed up, watching the way it would fall out of the grinder and onto the paper.

you set the grinder down, looking up and noticing chris' eyes were trained on your hands, watching every movement carefully.

you decided to test something, though you had to do it anyway. you brought the joint up to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick at the paper.

you watched as chris' eyes fell to your tongue, watching it glide across the paper and wetting it. his tongue poked out slightly, mimicking your own actions.

you rolled it back up, placing it down. "all done," you chirped, turning around to grab the lighter.

you went over to your bed, sitting down and crossing your legs. chris followed, sitting down across from you.

you lit the joint, inhaling and feeling the smoke fill your lungs. you looked at him as you blew it out, a cloud forming around you.

"try," you say, holding the joint out to him. he took it hesitantly, bringing it up to his mouth and sucking in. his body shook a bit as he began coughing.

"woah," he choked out, handing the joint back. you laughed, bringing the joint back to your mouth and taking another hit.

he stopped coughing, his eyes meeting yours.

you blew the smoke out, your eyes not moving from his. the air felt thick, like it was filled with something.

he was staring, the only sound in the room was his breathing. "can we try something?" he mumbled, "i saw cj and his girl do it at his party the other night," he continued.

"uh," you started, unsure of what to say. "sure," you replied, taking the joint back from his hands.

"what is it?" you ask. he scooted closer to you, his thighs brushing against yours. his hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you to his lap. you hovered over his clothed crotch area as he held onto your hips.

"said it was called shot gunning or somethin'" he said. you nodded, bringing the joint up to your lips and inhaling. you lowered your lips down to his, opening them and blowing the smoke into his mouth.

his lips latched onto yours, a hand going up to your face and the other resting on your hip. his fingers brushed the skin on your stomach, sending goosebumps up your back.

he kissed you softly, his tongue poking out and sliding along your bottom lip. you parted them, giving him access to explore your mouth.

his tongue darted inside, his fingers pushing the hem of your shirt up slightly, guiding your hips down. you ground your hips down on his clothed bulge, his lips parting and letting a small moan leave his throat.

his lips parted from yours, a string of saliva connecting your lips. he licked his lips, looking at you with big eyes.

"you okay?" you ask, running your hand through his hair. he nodded, leaning his head down and resting it on your chest.

you rubbed his back, his fingers tracing shapes into the skin of your stomach. "i-i wanna try something else," he mumbled, his voice muffled from the fact that his head was still pressed into your chest.

"alright," you say, a soft smile on your lips. he pulled away, his cheeks red and his pupils blown. he leaned forward, his lips latching onto yours again.

you kissed him back, your eyes fluttering closed. you could feel his hand tanging in your hair, a gasp leaving your lips when he tugged your head back to expose your neck.

he started kissing along the sensitive skin, his tongue darting out and running across the warm flesh. you grinded down on him again, his hand still on your hips.

you could feel his erection, a smirk pulling on your lips. he pulled away from your neck, his hands going to the hem of your sweater and tugging it over your head.

you threw it somewhere in the room, not bothering to pay attention. his hands went to your waist, his fingers trailing up and down the soft flesh.

"c-can i?" he mumbled, his voice a whisper. "of course," you breathed out, watching as his hands trailed up your back and reached to undo the clasp of your bra.

he unclipped it, sliding the straps down your shoulders and pulling the garment off. you tossed it, his eyes trailing down to your breasts.

you were average, not too big or small, but enough to fill his hands. his lips attached to your collarbone, leaving dark marks.

"chris," you whined, his mouth moving down and attaching itself to your nipple. his tongue swirled around the bud, his hand coming up and pinching the other one.

his free hand trailed down, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your sweats.

"can i?" he asked again, looking up at you with puppy eyes. "please," you whined, feeling his fingers slip under the waistband and into your underwear.

"fuck," he whispered, his fingers touching your soaked pussy. "all this for me?" he asked, looking at you with lustful eyes.

you nodded, bucking your hips into his touch. he took that as a signal, his fingers sliding along your wetness.

you whimpered, feeling his middle finger dip into your hole. his palm was rubbing against your clit, the sensation causing you to shake.

"god you're so tight," he moaned, his finger curling up and brushing against the spongy spot inside you. his lips latched onto your nipple again, his fingers working on getting you off.

"chris, oh my god," you whined, a knot starting to form in your stomach. he inserted another finger, the digits pumping in and out of your tight hole.

"please, please, please," you whimpered, rocking your hips and fucking yourself on his fingers. "that's it," he encouraged, his lips kissing along your neck.

"wanna see you come, wanna see you squirt all over my fingers," he cooed, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

"yes, yes, yes," you chanted, throwing your head back as his fingers picked up the pace. the knot in your stomach tightened, a loud moan leaving your mouth as his fingers curled up.

your orgasm hit you hard, a rush of liquid spurting out of your hole and drenching his fingers.

"good girl," he cooed, pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth.

"fuck," you whispered, watching as he cleaned his fingers. he leaned forward, capturing your lips and letting you taste yourself.

"do you want me to-"

"no," chris interrupted, "just let me take care of you," he said, sliding your sweats and underwear down to the bend of your knees, his fingers reaching down and undoing the tie on his sweats.

you helped him, his hand slipping down into his underwear and pulling his dick out.

you licked your lips, staring down at the member in front of you. it was thick, not as long as you expected, but it was perfect.

a bead of precum dripped down the tip, chris' hand wrapping around it and jerking it slowly.

"can i," he started, looking up at you. you nodded, letting him guide you down so his cock was lined up with your pussy.

"tell me if i hurt you," he says, pressing the tip up against your entrance. you nodded, watching him slowly lower you down.

you winced at the slight sting, his hands rubbing the skin of your thighs. he pushed you down, sheathing his entire length inside you.

"fuck, fuck," you gasped, the pain subsiding and pleasure taking over. chris' lips were parted, a moan falling from his lips.

"so tight," he moaned, "fuck, gonna break my dick off," he joked, a giggle leaving his lips.

you let out a small laugh, the noise turning into a moan when he thrust up into you.

"shit, chris," you whimpered, his dick brushing up against that sweet spot almost immediately.

his hands slid down to your ass gripping the flesh, his nails digging into the skin as he lifted you up and pulled you back down.

you let out a string of moans, your hips bucking up into him as he bounced you up and down on his cock.

"god you look so pretty," he groaned, his thumb reaching up and brushing the bundle of nerves above where you were connected.

your head fell back, your eyes shutting and your mouth open in a silent moan.

chris was groaning, his hips meeting yours as you slammed down onto him.

"gonna cum," you moaned, "inside, please, cum inside," you pleaded. "fuck, you want me to breed you? you want me to make a mess inside you?" he grunted, his nails digging further into the flesh of your ass.

"yeah, yeah, want it, want it so bad," you cried, the knot in your stomach tightening.

"c'mon baby, cum for me," chris encouraged, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

your orgasm washed over you, a rush of warmth flooding the lower part of your stomach.

chris moaned, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he pounded up into you.

"yes, yes, fuck," you whimpered, your body going limp. chris flipped you over, pounding his hips into yours.

your head fell back onto the mattress, a series of gasps and whines leaving your mouth.

"so fucking tight," chris moaned, watching your eyes roll back. it gave him a complex knowing he was the one making you feel like this.

"c'mon chrissy, wanna feel you," you encouraged, your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

his eyes rolled back, a string of curse words falling from his lips. his hips stuttered, a groan leaving his mouth as he spilled his seed inside you.

he thrusted a few more times, making sure he was empty.

"shit," he whispered, his hand cupping your face.

"hey," he says, looking into your eyes. "hi," you giggle, reaching up and grabbing his face.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, his lips just barely ghosting yours. you nodded, letting him capture your lips in a soft, yet passionate, kiss.

"i like you," he mumbles, pulling away and looking at you. "well, no shit sherlock," you joked, laughing.

"no," chris sighed, his hand running through his hair. "i mean, like, i want you," he said, his words not making sense.

"like, i want to be your boyfriend," he clarified, "want you to be my girl," he continued.

you smiled, reaching up and running your thumb over his cheekbone. "christopher," you start, his eyes widening, "i want you to be my boyfriend," you finish.

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[hysteria-things]

please write a story where either chris or matt is veryyyy dominant and can throw the reader around (might sound weird) but like a size difference 🙏

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you feel sex deprived when you go camping with your boyfriend and his brothers for a few days, and you don’t think you can wait any longer.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, heavy petting, semi-public (?), marking, p in v, degradation, mentions blood, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,038

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: combined these two because they both fit the idea when i was brainstorming! hope you guys like it :)

“is everybody in?” matt asks as he turns the keys into the golf kart ignition. the boys have a campsite on a campground, and you guys have been going camping every few weeks. it’s summertime, so it’s the perfect weather to do things.

the campground is nice. it’s big with other people’s trailers there, dogs and little kids run around from morning to curfew.

doing activities like this is nice to get away from life for a bit, especially social media. having to text people back can be so exhausting.

a seatbelt clicks behind you. “yup. all ready.” chris says.

the sun is setting, and you hear the weekend band playing in the distance. matt’s driving of course, and you’re in the passenger seat. nick and chris are in the back facing outward.

the music starts to get closer as matt drives down the small hill that leads to the main part of the grounds. there’s a dog park, a horseshoe game setup, a lounge, and a playground/basketball court. the stage is just outside of the lounge and the bathrooms are on the other side.

there’s a fire going in the middle of where the picnic tables are. people from around the campgrounds are either sitting or standing by their golf karts, some dogs barking as well.

kids play on the playground and matt finds a spot to park. rainbow beams flood the air from the stage, the band singing whatever country song they’re playing.

fairy lights hang on the trees above. the four of you get up from the kart, heading closer to the stage. not too close, but close enough to get a better view.

the music is loud, people’s voices echoing through your head. cigarette smoke enters your nostrils and the sounds of beer cans opening flood your ears.

you would think this type of scene isn’t for the triplets and you’re not wrong, but something about being in the wilderness is so calming.

matt wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close and swaying to the music. the only downside of this trip is that you can’t have sex.

not to sound like a fiend, but you get sexually frustrated when you go a few days without it. you bite your lip as you start getting dirty thoughts in your mind, squirming in your boyfriend’s grasp.

“you okay?” he asks, a little loud so you can hear him over the music.

“mhm,” you say with a nod.

you put your hands behind your back, reaching towards matt’s crotch. it’s dark enough that people can’t see what you’re doing, but they’re all distracted anyway. however, you’re so close to his body that people definitely can’t see what you’re doing.

you start to palm his dick through his jeans, and he takes an arm off your shoulder and holds your hand still. “stop.”

obviously, you don’t listen, and you move your hand again. he’s starting to grow at your touch, but grips your hand tighter. “stop.”

you look at him innocently over your shoulder, your hand movements becoming faster on his erection. he groans, thrusting his hips slightly into your palm.

“we’ll be right back,” he says out of nowhere, lifting you over his shoulder since he’s so much bigger than you. he walks away before the other two can say anything, and he doesn’t bother taking the golf kart.

nick and chris stare at each other. “they’re going to fuck.” chris says, taking a sip out of the pepsi that he brought with him.

“oh, yeah.” nick agrees.

the walk back to the trailer feels short as you giggle back. matt’s boner hurts like a bitch as he opens the door and goes into the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. “think you’re funny, huh?” he says lowly, immediately taking his shirt and jeans off.

you don’t say anything. except you look at him with doe eyes. then, he starts taking off your clothes. you’ve been waiting for this.

his dick springs out when he takes his boxers down, and it does look like it hurts.

he starts to crawl on top of you but then flips over causing you to gasp. you’re now straddling his lap.

you don’t have a chance to react when he grabs your hips and slams you down onto his cock. you whine as you feel him stretch you out completely. you start to bounce slowly, putting your head into his neck to leave kisses.

matt hisses when you bite down, sucking and marking his neck. you repeat that action multiple times, still bouncing painfully slowly.

he sighs annoyingly, flipping you over once again and pulling you closer by the legs before slamming into you immediately at an ungodly pace.

“matt!” you scream, your nails digging into his shoulders. “f-fuck!”

“you think you can tease me and get away with it? think again, sweetheart.”

you whimper, your back arching with each thrust. you repeat his name along with moans and cries of pleasure.

“or is this what you wanted?” he asks, grunting at the sudden pain in his back as you drag your nails when he hits your g-spot suddenly. “i should’ve taken you right then and there so people know what a fucking slut you are.”

“i-i’m—” your cut off when your legs start to shake, your eyes rolling back when the knot in your stomach is close to snapping.

the scratches you’re leaving on matt’s back start to bleed the deeper your nails dig, and he moans at the feeling. “you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that shit.” he says through gritted teeth, getting close to his orgasm because he knows he’s making you feel this good.

a shaky moan leaves your mouth when you start to cum around his dick. he grunts as he thrusts into you two or three more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

you pant and quiver, a smug smile on your lips. matt turns his back to retrieve your guys’ clothes, and your eyes widen. his back is red, scratches of different shades running down his bare skin. “your back… is fucked up.” you say between pants.

he smirks. “wouldn’t be the first time.”

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[dollfacefantasy]

I love your writing sm, it's just what I needed μ_μ Do you think you could write Leon being the father of reader's idiot ex who just broke up with her? Leon just wants to console her and the reader only thinks about all the sexual tension they had for a while and now they have nothing to stop them.

(sorry if my english is bad, luv ya)

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your ex boyfriend's dad comforts you after you and his son breakup

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, age gap

word count: 5.3k

a/n: dilf leon you KNOW i love that. thank you so much for your request. i hope you like it! i used death island for the picture, but imagine leon in his late forties for this. as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi

Leon lets out a deep sigh as he yanks the keys out of the ignition and his car's engine fizzles out. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looks down at his lap. He takes another deep breath and shakes his head before looking out the window at your apartment building. He’d been told you lived on the fourth floor.

He opens the door next, stepping out into the cold air. The sun was nowhere to be found today, the sky completely masked by a collection of gray clouds. He walks around to the back of the car and pops the trunk open to collect the box of memories he’d been tasked with returning to you.

He didn’t understand how he’d ended up with this job. Despite his numerous daydreams he wished he could forget, you weren’t ever his girlfriend. He hadn’t been the one you’d come over to visit. You didn’t fall asleep in his room or wear his t-shirts or kiss him goodbye when you left. He hadn’t been the one to cheat on you or make you cry for days on end either. No. That’d been his son.

So why was he the one going out of his way to bring you this stuff? That was what he couldn’t comprehend.

Well that’s not exactly true. He comprehended just fine. His son planned on throwing out your stuff that’d been left at his house, remnants of your eight months together. Leon didn’t want that. He’d told his son to pack it up and take it to you like a man should. He had been the one in the wrong after all. But no, his son argued up and down, coming up with every reason under the sun as to why it was better to just throw it away. So Leon just gave up. He knew if he commanded it, his son would just shove your shit in a box and drive down the street to throw it from the window of his moving car. The car Leon paid for.

Truth be told, he always had a soft spot for you. A chamber of his heart that was coated in guilt, surrounded by denial, but internally the sweetest part of him. The one piece of his soul that saw some light in the world that had gone dark for him years ago. So just for you, Leon drove the thirty minutes to your complex to deliver your belongings.

He picks up the cardboard box and tucks it under his arm. The trunk slams with a loud thump, and he’s thinking of what he’s even going to say to you when you open the door. Come to think of it, he didn’t even know if you were home. He had a pretty good idea of your schedule from the time you’d spend on the phone with his son or at his house, but he didn’t even check to be sure.

In the midst of mentally scolding himself, the bottom of the box bursts, and your items go tumbling out onto the pavement. He tries to catch them, but his fingers just miss. Another sigh seeps from his lungs as he crouches down to scoop them up. He picks up a pink hoodie that’d been crumpled up at the foot of his son’s bed, a stuffed bear he saw him pull from the crack between the mattress and the wall, and a bracelet that laid abandoned on the nightstand. He collects other little pieces of you scattered across the damp concrete before managing to situate them in his arms and resume walking to you.

He tosses the broken box into the nearby trash before entering the building and going down the hall and to the elevator. From what he saw, the place was alright. You didn’t live in luxury, but he was relieved he wouldn’t be left worrying about your safety after he left.

The elevator glides up to your floor in total silence with him being the only one in the small space. The little ding that marks his arrival releases a burst of anxiety within him. He felt so dumb. He was nervous like he was your and his son’s age. He pushes those feelings away and gets himself to be normal, to act his age. All he had to do was knock, shove this shit in your arms, and leave.

On the way down the hall to your unit, he realizes this plan means this will probably be the last time he ever sees you. Spare some chance encounter at the grocery store, this would be the final time he’d feel your sweet eyes on him or see that timid smile when he complimented you. That made him sad to think about. He never thought you’d be a permanent fixture in his life. You and his son were young, and being the type of guy his son was, he doubted your relationship was destined to succeed. In honesty, he was shocked it lasted as long as it did. But now, the ending was real. Knowing the time with you in his life was coming to a close felt how the sky outside looked.

Once he reaches the door with your number on it, his fist taps the wood twice. He hears soft shuffling inside, followed by the sound of locks being undone a couple moments later. You crack the door open, standing there in your pajamas. Both your top and bottoms were plain gray. You looked worn down. He could tell you’d been crying. Poor baby.

Your tired eyes flicker with curiosity when they glance up at his face. 

“Mr. Kennedy?” you ask with confusion.

His mouth breaks into a charming grin upon hearing that. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Leon before it sticks?” he teases.

“Sorry…” you say. You didn’t smile at his teasing like normal. Given the circumstances, he supposed that made sense. “What are you doing here?”

“I have some of your stuff you left at my house. Can I come in?” he asks.

Now your eyes flash with a brief spout of anger, but you still open the door wider for him to enter.

“He couldn’t bring it to me?” you ask with clear bitterness in your tone.

He cringes at the sound. What was he supposed to say? In reality, he was on your side, but wouldn’t it be wrong to tell you that? He loved his son. He really did. Even with all the mistakes he made and the flaws he’d caused the boy, he loved him. He probably shouldn’t talk shit about him with his ex-girlfriend.

But at the same time, it was you. You weren’t just some random ex-girlfriend. He’d known you for the better half of a year. You were sweet, actually polite enough to say hello when you came over. You could hold a conversation. And sure, it didn’t hurt any that you were cute too. He felt something strong for you. He just struggled to articulate exactly what that something was. He was tempted to say you’d become part of the family. That’s probably what plenty of others in his situation would say. But the shameful thoughts that plagued his mind when he was alone late at night begged to differ with that assessment

Right now, it didn’t look like you were doing well. He sees the setup you have for yourself on the couch. A heap of blankets, pushed and twisted up around the spot you’d clearly been laying before he interrupted. The curtains were drawn, it was dark in here. You didn’t need him to run defense for the guy who cheated on you, relations aside.

“Guess not,” is how he finally answers your question to which he’s met with a roll of your eyes.

“Of course,” you mutter while walking over to meet him at the counter so you can inspect your items after he puts them down.

You rifle through the different things, scanning them haphazardly before returning your disinterested gaze to him. Your arms cross over your chest, and you shrug.

“Thanks, I guess.”

You’re clearly expecting him to leave now. And he knows that’s what he should do. Awkwardly shuffle out the door with a small wave goodbye. He can’t though. Something inside him won’t let him pull away just yet.

“How have you been?” he starts tentatively, “Haven’t seen you in a few weeks.” 

“Fine… I guess,” you answer.

You guess. Again. A nervous tick. An indicator of deflection. You clearly didn’t want to delve into the inner workings of your broken heart with the father of the man responsible. He should back off. But he doesn’t.

“Are you sure? I know you two are broken up now or whatever you want to call it, but I still care about you, you know? You’re a sweet girl,” he starts, hating how this was coming out, “I just… I know how it is to feel alone. I don’t want that for you. If you need someone to talk to…”

“I should come to you? Is that it?” you say, a bit harsher than he would like.

“Well… yeah?” he responds.

You turn away, cutting him off from seeing your reactions. “That’s nice, Leon. But… I don’t think you’re the one I should talk to about any of this,” you say.

He takes a step closer, laying a cautious hand on your shoulder. “I think I’m the perfect one for you to talk to about this,” he says.

His reasoning is brief, but he doesn’t feel the need for more. Despite your resistance, the gears in your head are turning, deciding whether or not to take the offer. “There’s nothing to even talk about. It is what it is,” you reply. He can hear that characteristic softness returning to your voice.

“I don’t think that’s true. You don’t have to lie to me,” he says, getting even closer. He gently guides you back to the couch and clears some space for the two of you to sit. He directs your eyes back to him before he finishes speaking. “It’ll stay between us.”

You look up at him, sweet glossy eyes threatening to spill your emotions down your cheeks. He can see your apprehension, but in the end, you still decide to go for it.

“I just… I feel so dumb,” you start, biting your lip.

“You shouldn’t,” he tells you.

“But I do,” you say, voice becoming strained, “People told me he would do something like this, and I actually defended him. I’m so stupid, and everyone knows it now.”

While he wasn’t too pleased to learn of his son’s reputation, his sympathy for you overwhelms that. His hand rubs up and down your back as your head falls to your hands.

“Sweetheart…” he sighs, the term rolling out before he can stop himself, “It’s not your fault. It’s not a bad thing to be trusting.”

He sees your face tense as you lose the battle to hold your tears in. His heart aches seeing you look so defeated.

“Yes it is,” you cry, “I hate it.”

“Hey, c’mere,” he says and pulls you closer. He drapes his arm over your shoulder and holds you to his side. “Don’t talk like that about yourself, ok? Being cheated on doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

He felt slightly awkward considering the cheater in question is his own flesh and blood. The feeling of your soft body against him overrides that thought though. You’re still weeping into his chest, so he continues.

“Look, baby,” he says. Another pet name. His mind screams for him to get a grip. “I love my son, but… I know him too. He can be insensitive, and that’s not what a girl like you needs.”

You look up at him, interested in his potential point. In your eyes, he feels he can see his reflection glaring back at him with disapproval.

“You’re such a precious thing. Someone to be handled with care,” he whispers, stroking your jaw, “I don’t want this to take that from you.”

More tears roll down your cheeks while you take in his words. He swipes a couple away with his thumb as he talks to you.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes. With my ex-wife, with my son, with my work. Christ, just with my life in general.” Why was he telling you this? “I look at you, and you remind me of who I was before those mistakes. I know stuff like this can make you bitter, and I just don’t want that to happen to you. You don’t need to blame yourself for what he did or try to keep how you feel inside. Once you get past this, you’re gonna move onto something better for you. I just don’t want you to forget that.”

He watches your lip quiver harder before the floodgates finally burst. Now that he’d given you permission, you don’t hold back. A sob tumbles from your lips. He immediately goes to pull you closer again, but this time you take it upon yourself. His eyes widen as you scoot into his lap.

It’s as if he acts on instinct though. As soon as you have your face buried against his throat, his arms loop around you in return. One hand rubs the expanse between your shoulder blades while the other simply supports the small of your back.

“Sweet baby…” he whispers.

“He told me he loved me,” you weep. He can feel your warm tears dripping down his skin now.

“I’m sure he did, honey,” he says and rocks back and forth with you a bit.

Now you really unload. You cry against him about basically every wrongdoing his son had committed in your time together. He compared you to other girls, told you that you were too needy, forgot your birthday. And Leon listens to it all, not playing devil’s advocate even once.

Guilt burns hot in his chest though. Nevertheless, he tries to convince himself that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just helping a poor, hurting girl in need. But that excuse crumbles when he simply thinks about what his son would say to the sight of his ex-girlfriend curled up on his father’s lap, clinging to him like he was her new man.

His mind continued trying to justify this anyways, putting forth the idea that this was out of his control. He was powerless when it came to situations like this. The life he led so far had wired a savior complex into his brain. He couldn’t resist you, another princess he could restore to her pedestal.

That was definitely part of why he didn’t put you back on the couch and slowly begin to make an exit. The other part was less honorable. Despite his mind’s ideas of noble motivations, deep down he knew part of this was selfishness. Being human, he wasn’t gonna complain about a pretty young girl warming his lap. And being himself, he certainly wasn’t going to complain because that girl happened to be you. The guilt he felt faded instantly with one look at your doe face or one word from your tender voice.

“None of that is your fault,” he comforts you once you finish your list and breaks away from his thoughts, “You didn’t deserve any of it.”

“I know…” you whimper before another sob comes from you, “I hate him so much. But it’s even worse cause I still miss him.”

That shoots a sharp pang of jealousy through his heart to which he mentally slaps himself. God, you made him feel pathetic, but in a way he didn’t want to admit, that was part of the appeal. He holds you tighter and nuzzles the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“That’s ok. It’s only natural,” he coos and continues soothing you.

“Why do I miss him? How do I make it stop?” you cry, your voice cracking.

Fuck. You really did remind him of himself which only made this more twisted. He knew what you were feeling so well. That longing ache that festers inside until you feel like clawing your skin off and prying your ribs apart to purge yourself of the infection. He sighs and shifts you on his thigh, pulling you closer to him.

“You can’t make it go away. You know that. It’s a time-heals-all-wounds situation, sweetheart. Just gotta wait it out, but it’ll get better,” he says.

Then he must have truly gone over the edge because he leans in and presses a faint kiss to your hairline. Luckily for him, you don’t protest. Instead, it draws more tears from you. Your arms lock around him and pull the rest of your body closer

“I just feel empty, and I don’t know why. He wasn’t that great… no offense,” you sniffle.

“None taken,” he says softly, a small smile rising on his lips. He keeps rubbing your back, resting his head on top of yours. “Most breakups hurt, even when you’ve run the course of the relationship. It’s not fun losing someone.”

It wouldn’t be fun losing you. That was for fucking sure. He was only making it worse for himself by doing all this. At this point, he wasn’t sure how he’d manage to tear himself away once you stopped crying.

“I guess,” you whimper, lip puffing out into a sweet pout he’d only ever seen as a joke before.

“You’re such a sensitive girl, honey. So delicate,” he murmurs against your hair. He knows he should stop. He’s toeing the borderline, but it’s all he can do to keep himself from hurdling over it at full force.

“I’m overdramatic,” you correct.

He scoffs, dismissing your claim. “Did someone tell you that? Because they don’t know what they’re talking about. You’re precious,” he whispers with another kiss to your head.

That word seems to strike something in you. Your crying that had been dwindling seems to soften down to an occasional ragged breath. You look up at him with your watery eyes. He continues to push away remaining tears on your cheeks before running his knuckles down your jaw.

As he looks into your eyes, the temptation becomes irresistible. He needs you.

“Sweet thing like you… you need someone who can understand you, protect those feelings of yours, not make you feel bad about ‘em,” he says, his thumb dragging over your chin.

“You think so?” you ask.

“Oh yeah. There’s nothing wrong with wearing your heart on your sleeve,” he says teasingly, “All it means is that you care. Plus, this may be just me, but I think it’s pretty cute.”

Your teary eyes widen just the slightest amount, and your hips squirm a bit on his lap. You look down at your fingers fidgeting with one another.

“I don’t know,” you say quietly.

“I do. You’re so pretty when you cry, baby,” he mutters and lifts your chin to get you to look at him again, “You have puppy eyes, just begging for some love.”

A shy smile starts spreading on your face. Your eyes cast down, and he knows he’s got you hooked. Now he just has to reel you in.

“Yeah, you know it’s true,” he whispers and leans in to kiss your cheeks, “Bet you have a lot of fun using ‘em on people.”

“No,” you say timidly, eyes glancing back up at him.

“Oh, of course not. A little angel like you would never take advantage,” he teases. He kisses across your cheek bone to your temple, and then moves his lips down to where your jaw meets your neck. He can hear your breath hitching. His hands pull you closer to his body, feeling your warmth up against him. One slides to your side, rubbing up and down slowly.

“That’s why you need to be taken care of,” he breathes against your skin, “Let me take care of you, baby.”

You nod with no hesitation on your part. He can tell from the breath you let out that you're giving into some temptations of your own. Your head leans in and he ducks down to connect your lips, nearly groaning as he feels the plush flesh press against him. The kisses start off tender, just little pecks as you explore the feeling of each other. But they soon grow in passion. Your mouths open against each other. Your tongues meet, and spit coats one another's lips. You’re both breathing heavier.

He pulls back to look at you, those eyes he had been going on about now clouded with lust. Moving in for a few more, he cups your face. “You like that?” he murmurs.

“Mhm,” you hum, reciprocating the affection. 

He chuckles as you move in even closer, the swell of your breasts pushing up against his chest. His hands squeeze your waist and turn you around so your back is to his front, your head tilted on his shoulder.

“Pretty baby, so eager for me,” he coos as his hands smooth up your stomach to your chest. He fondles your tits through your top, feeling their entirety since you weren’t wearing a bra.

The softest noise of satisfaction leaves you, and you nip at his lips. He deepens the kiss in response, groping you a bit harder. Your hands travel South to his belt, attempting to undo behind your back, but his hand drops and grabs your wrists.

“Not yet,” he corrects with a kiss to your temple, “There’s no rush. I want to take my time with you. Warm you up like you deserve.”

His mouth envelopes yours again while his hand releases your wrists and returns to your breast. He can feel your nipples perking up in anticipation. His cock starts to do the same beneath you. As you feel it, you roll your ass back against him, providing some friction. He smiles against your lips, the prior reservations he had about this leaving his mind one by one.

Maneuvering his palms between your thighs, his fingers coast up and down the sensitive skin. His mouth trails down to your neck to kiss you there, sucking soft love bites onto your throat. You’re single now. It’s not like you’d have to hide them.

He parts your legs a bit more before cupping them underneath and pulling you down so that you’re at an angle where he can remove the fluffy pajama pants that kept him from his target. You watch the soft fabric fall away and crumple up on the floor. You’re a little jittery as he exposes your skin now. This is real, no longer a far-fetched fantasy.

His hand is on your pussy in seconds, stroking you through the thin cotton that covers it. The kisses to your throat don’t stop, and his free hand keeps you in place on his lap.

“Those college boys you’ve been running around with are too busy thinking with their dicks. They don’t know what to do with a prize like you,” he murmurs and drags his nose up the curve of your face.

He chooses to forget the fact that the boy you had been running around with was his son. That didn’t need to matter right now. All that mattered was the whimper that fell from you, the way your hair felt against the crook of his neck. His fingers play with you a little more before sliding into your panties.

“Aw, you’re already getting wet, hm?” he purrs, “Precious girl. Probably so pent up. Never been properly fucked the way you shoulda been.”

You nod and turn your head to look into his eyes. He takes the chance to kiss you again, working his mouth with yours while his fingers coasted through your folds.

“Need you to make it better,” you mumble against his lips.

You feel his smirk and how he kisses with increased fervor. The pads of his fingers swirl around your clit, eliciting a tiny gasp from you.

“Not a problem, baby. You’re not leaving my lap till you can’t remember why you were crying in the first place,” he whispers.

You sigh with content and resume languidly making out. His fingertips are rough on the smooth skin of your center, dragging over your sweet spots with the best friction you’d ever felt. Your body arches into his touch. You actually want more. A refreshing feeling for you.

He continues focusing on your sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking over it, pressing small circles into it, swiping down across it. Occasionally, he’d massage lower, teasing your entrance and feeling the arousal pooling from his actions.

“You like how I’m playing with you? Feel good having that clit touched? It’s so sensitive, just like the rest of you,” he breathes.

You nod again,  a desperate whine unraveling out of you. He chuckles and speeds up his fingers.

“I knew you would. You’re beyond the little boys who thrust a few times and leave you wanting for more. Think it’s pretty obvious you need a real man,” he says.

He didn’t even know where half this stuff was coming from, but he wasn’t gonna launch an investigation into it. It worked for you, so it was working for him.

Your hips buck as he maintains a steady pace and even amount of pressure. He rubbed you just the way you liked, as if he knew your body on an instinctual level.

“You’re gonna cum just from my fingers. You can do it. Have you gushing already before I slip my cock in you,” he murmurs against your skin.

His fingers have started making wet noises as they slide up and down on your cunt. You mewl and tense up, relishing the pleasure he brought you. You whimper out his name quietly, over and over. Leon. Specifically him.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Who’s the one making you feel so good? Who’s the one you’ve needed all along?”

You gasp it again for him. Leon.

“Good girl,” he growls.

He moves his fingers with more precision and dedication, taking you right to the blissful edge and letting you crash over it. Watching how your body writhes on his lap, he holds you through it. He makes sure to keep you up right.

You feel lightning strike within you, the storm of euphoria swirling in the pit of your stomach. You let go all over his fingers, and thoroughly coat his hand with your release. He goes in for more, sliding his fingers down as if they’re going to dip inside you, but you whine in protest.

“Leon… don’t wanna wait anymore,” you whimper.

He chuckles at your impatience and shakes his head.

“You talk about it like you’ve been waiting forever when it’s only been a couple minutes,” he teases.

“Feels like forever,” you pout.

He kisses your frown and pulls your underwear off completely. He then turns you around on his lap to face him.

“You ready for the real thing then?” he breathes, smirking at your quick confirmation.

He boosts his hips off the couch and shoves his pants down enough so that his cock can spring free. It bobs up in anticipation. His hand grasps it, sliding it against your entrance. 

After a few teasing swipes, he sinks you down on it, savoring every small change in your expression. Your eyes flutter, your mouth lolls open slightly, your brows furrow.

“Oh, I can tell that’s what you’ve been needing,” he whispers, guiding your hips into a rhythm.

You bounce up and down on him, breathy moans escaping you with each rise and fall.

“Mhm, wanted it for so long,” you whine.

His eyebrow raises at that. “Yeah?” he grunts, sharply inhaling as you squeeze around him, “How long? How bad did you want it?”

“So bad. Wanted it for months,” you confess as your head falls back, “Wanted to be yours instead.”

He knows he’s going to hell for the rush of satisfaction that floods his veins. He doesn’t falter though, just pulls you closer and starts thrusting up into you.

“Oh, did you? Dirty secret, baby, but I can’t say I didn’t feel the same way,” he moans before reconnecting his mouth with yours, “Sweet baby like you, wanted you to be all mine.”

A quick moan leaves you, and you keep riding. Your hips roll up and down, working him as deep into you as he can go. Your arousal drips down his heavy balls, making a mess where the two of you connect.

“Dreamed about you sometimes,” you gasp, letting it all out.

His eyes droop with more desire. They shouldn’t, but your revelations only spurred him on. He thrusts up harder and digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips.

“Yeah? Bet you felt so guilty waking up soaked between your legs for someone you couldn’t have,” he says, vision trained on you, “I felt the same way. Hard as a rock for you and no relief.”

“Now there is,” you whimper as you lean down and nuzzle your face against his.

With hot breaths in each other's face, you both feel the cords of release being pulled taut. You bite your lip, and he cages you in against his body, keeping you flush against him.

“Even with that dirty little secret, you’re still such a good girl. Need you to be my good girl,” he mumbles in your ear before moaning, hips tensing as he feels the sweeping sense of euphoria.

You nod dumbly as your own high creeps up on you. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,” you whine before burying your face into his shoulder. Your hands clutch at his biceps, digging little crescents into the muscle.

He fucks you through it, making you see stars and keeping them suspended in your sights. You cling to him and clamp around him. His thrusts get sloppy, but he won’t stop until you’re coming down. That’s when he finally pulls out and gives himself a few strokes to completion, finishing on your ass. He figured you were on the pill, but he wasn’t going to make a riskier chance an even bigger risk.

You feel the warm liquid dripping down the curve of your ass. You’re too fucked out to be concerned with clean up right now though. He smiles down at you and gives you some kisses as a way to cool you off.

Reaching over to the end table, he grabs a few tissues and swipes away the small mess on your backside. After some more soothing affection, the two of you briefly readjust your clothing and get comfy with each other again. He figured this probably wasn’t the best thing he could be doing in this situation. He just fucked his son’s ex and now he was going to cuddle her too? But he does it anyway because it was what you needed, and that was his mind’s priority at the moment.

He thinks about leaving though, reverting to the original plan. He could let you doze off and just slip away. But he doesn’t. You’re too sweet, and you’re hurting. He didn’t want to pile on, but the idea that this shouldn’t develop into more than a passionate fuck still lingers in his mind..

That is until he hears your voice.

“Are you gonna leave?” you ask softly.

He looks down, heart aching at the sight of you.

“Not yet,” he answers.

“Ok good,” you say and sink into him again, “I might need you again later. In case I get sad again.”

He rolls his eyes at your attempt to play innocent. “Guess I’m stuck here then. Can’t have you crying all alone,” he says.

“Mhm,” you hum, leaning up to give him a kiss. One of the sweetest kisses he’d ever had. And just like that, you’re luring him back in.

“You know… maybe I should be proactive, make sure you don’t get the chance to be sad again today…” he murmurs, shifting to lay down on the couch and give you some kisses of his own. “Think you need some more distracting.”

He was done for.