pregnant sexs w rio
I had to sit and think of which direction I wanted to take this in. Whew, chileee! Way too many scenarios are playing in my mind. This manđ©đ!
I'm going to keep it a stack with y'all. This turned into a whole-ass fic.
Sit back, buckle up, and prep yourself for the trip my imagination's about to take you onâ„ïž. Love, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, loveliesđ.
A/N: Sexual frustration and prolonged foreplay ahead. If that's not your vibe. You may want to skip out on this one. A couple of twists and flips here and there. I hope you lovelies enjoy what I did with thisâ„ïž. Just a heads up, I really got into this one, so it's going to be pretty lengthy. Worked on it for a while. Even made a damn mood board...I couldn't resist.
One More Note: A polite, gentle reminder that I don't usually take requests. If you float something in my ask that I just can't resist. I will give in here and there. In other words, if you don't get a response, please don't take it personally.
If you missed any other ask about dad!rio or hubby!rio, they're all listed on my Masterlist under Rio Asks/Headcanons (in order). Enjoy my lovelies! Feel free to love, comment, and shaređ„°.
Song Inspođ:
"Let's Go Little Kitty-Kat"
Livid. Irritable. Restless. Each one of these words perfectly describes your current mood. The kids had begged to spend their spring break with Rioâs grandmother. Marcus was spending his time off with her, and his siblings loved to follow big brotherâs every move. You werenât surprised that they wanted to be wherever he was. It didnât hurt that their great-grandmother spoiled them rotten and gave them whatever their hearts desired. Even your sweet baby boy left his momma in the dust. That wasnât the reason for your foul mood (though being in this big, empty house didnât help).
You were angrily resting on the couch, a permanent pout etched on your face. You huffed loudly as your husbandâs voice sounded on the other end of the phone call.
âSo, youâre not going to say anything?â
 Silence.
âMama,â he sighed.Â
You were willing to bet any amount of money that Rioâs hand was running down his face right now. Were you overreacting? Possibly. Maybe even being a bit unreasonable? Probably so. Did you give a damn? Not at all. Blame it on the hormones.
âLet me make sure Iâve got this right. Youâre pissed offâagain? Thatâs two days in a row, mama. Iâve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I donât let that shit slide, but I understand youâre emo-.â
âCall me emotional one more time, Rio.â
âAnd youâre going to do what, darlinâ,â he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, âI got a lot going on right now. Call me back when youâre ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.â
âWhatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,â with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.
You knew your behavior was coming off as petty, but too much pent-up frustration kept you from acting like a rational human being. You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck as you recalled yesterday's events.
You lay awake in bed, your body vibrating with lust. The day had dragged by slowly as your need for Rio grew more and more. You changed positions so many times your head scarf came undone.
âIf I can just manage to wait up at least another hour. Maybe Rio will get here soon enough to put my ass to bed.â
Nope. The tiny human growing in your womb pulled you into a deep slumber.Â
By the time Rio reached the threshold of your master bedroom. You were snuggled deep into the covers with pillows surrounding you. His shoulders lowered with a hint of disappointment. Rio knew you wanted him home, even if you hadn't said the words aloud. He could sense the attitude and frustration in your voice when he called to tell you not to wait up. Rio had tried his hardest to get home hours ago, but with every attempt at leaving came more matters that required his attention. He lowered himself to your sleeping form. Adjusting your scarf so it wouldnât slip off, Rio softly pecked your nose and cheek. After a quick shower, he carefully climbed into his side of the bed, gently pulling two of the many pillows from behind your back. It took some effort, but he managed to cuddle up to you and delicately pull you into him. You stirred for a few moments but quickly fell back into a deep sleep. Your husband watched, smirking at the light snores you released.
âNight, Mama. Love you,â he whispered, kissing your neck.
The following morning, you woke up. Still horny as hell. You rolled over to find his side of the bed empty. He had been there. Rioâs side of the bed looked slept in. Your head turned in the direction of your en suite. Not a peep sounded. He wasnât in there.
Maybe heâs downstairs. I should fix him something before he heads out. Perhaps he could eat me for breakfast. These freaking pregnancy hormones are out of control. Every waking moment, I feel like swallowing this man whole. When Iâm not hungry, Iâm horny. When Iâm not fiending for my husband, I want to eat everything in sight. Fucking Rio. The dick just doesnât miss. He shoots the club up every.single.time.
You smiled at your small bump, rubbing soft circles at the sides. Honestly, you didnât mind being pregnant for the fifth time, but for your sanity (and the kids), this would be your last. If Rio wanted more babies, he had better find a damn good surrogate. Mamaâs tired.
Does this man not realize heâll have to pay for three, possibly four, weddings? Who am I kidding? In his mind, Rio probably believes heâll be able to chase off any and every potential love interest. Heâs in for a rude awakening. My dad didnât like his ass at first. I have a (legally) pistol-toting father as well. That didnât stop shit. Now look at us: marriage and a gang of children.
Pregnancy turned you into an impatient woman. When you wanted something, there was no convincing you different.Â
In your thoughts, the bedroom door crept open. Rioâs head peeked inside. He noticed you sitting on the side of the bed and stepped into the room. He swaggered over to you, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His voice was low, and restlessness lingered in his tone.
âMorning, Mama. You sleep alright,â he asked as his fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head back for a kiss. His rough, calloused fingers danced along your jawline, trailing low enough to graze the outside of your breast. He smiled as you gasped against his lips.
The kiss started sweet, turning into hunger in mere seconds. You tried tugging your husband down onto the bed. Rio pulled back, pecking your lips a few times, before standing upright, hand slowly stroking the inner part of your thigh. With just a few inches, he would've been dangerously close to where you wanted him most.Â
âI had to come to kiss my beautiful wife before heading out. I need to slide, mama. Iâve got a lot on my plate today. It's going to be hectic, and shit might get active. I ordered you some breakfast. Itâll be here soon. Iâll probably get in late tonight. Donât wait up for me. Make sure you and my baby get some rest. Love you,â he said, kissing you again.
âLove you too, Papa,â you exhaled.
You watched him leave and groaned with irritation.Â
It would be two nights in a row that heâd be coming in late at night. That typically wouldnât be an issue. You had grown used to it throughout the years. The only time it became a problem was when you were in your current state: knocked up, horny, and hormonal. It was just something that switched in your brain during these times. You wanted all Rioâs attention. The need to have him buried deep inside you was high, and you couldnât quite get your fill of him.
Several attempts to distract yourself throughout the day had failed miserably. No matter what you did, your thoughts always redirected themselves back to Rio and sex. You made one last effort to ignore the constant need to devour your husband. Turning Apple Music on shuffle, you opened a magazine and thumbed through it. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't on your side. Every song was more explicit than the previous one. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you shut the music off.
Enough is enough. Hubby wonât come to me, but rest assured I can go to him.
You padded to your bedroom closet, looking for a sexy little number. Slipping on a pair of Steve Madden heels, you snatched up your car keys. You set forth on a journey to Rio. Bringing him lunch would be your excuse for showing up unannounced. That reason, however, wasn't enough to prevent the lecture you received from an overprotective husband, Rio. As if that wasnât enough, you also caught shit from your meddlesome bodyguard/homie, Mick. He escorted you into the warehouse when you arrived.
âBoss lady, you know youâre not supposed to be here,â he instigated.
âMick, hush. I can bring my husband some lunch. Chill on me.â
âAlright, but you already know. The boss wonât be happy you're out, running around for him.â
âI went to get him some takeout. I didnât even get out of the car. It was a curbside pickup.â
You were about to continue the debate when Rioâs voice sounded behind you.
âMama.â
How could one little word send your body into a frenzy? You could sense both curiosity and a little anger in his tone. Mick stood there smirking at you. He knew what was about to go down. It was one thing for you to be out and about with no security detail. That was enough to put you in hot water. The fact that you were pregnant pushed his disappointment to another level.
âMick, that thing we were about to take care of? Start without me. I need a few moments with my wife.â
He nodded in agreement, giving you a âgood luckâ smirk on his way out. You turned your attention to Rio after the door closed. His jaw ticked as he shook his head in disbelief.
âWhat did I tell you about leaving the house with no security detail? Youâre supposed to be at home relaxing. What are you even doing out and about? I specifically told you Iâd be busy today. You know thatâs code for business dealings. Your ass shouldnât be anywhere near this warehouse right now.â
âI just wanted to bring you lunch, Papa. I needed to see that handsome face,â you replied in your best baby voice.
âNah, that little voice and smile ainât cutting it right now. Why are you so damn hardheaded?â
Now you were starting to get a little pissed. It was understandable that Rio was always concerned for your safety, but what choice did you have? Several, you had several. It just couldnât wait. Yes, you were slightly irritated by his reaction, but the ache in your core grew even more being in his presence. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air. With just one sniff, you could feel your nipples harden.
These hormones are so out of control. I need this man to wreck my shit. The sooner, the better.
Taking a deep breath, you attempted to plead your case.
âBut baby-â
âListen. Iâm too busy to have this argument with you right now.â
Rio closed the distance between you and placed his hands on either side of your face. He angrily sighed and pecked your lips.
âI appreciate the gesture, Mama, but please listen to me next time.â
You bit your lip, looking at him apologetically. Snaking your arms around his body, you allowed him to engulf you in a hug. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, Rio caught you off guard, giving you a hard swat on the bottom. His voice was low and gravelly as he growled, âYou're trouble, Mama.â
You moaned, pushing your backside deeper into his palms. Eyes drifted shut as you stood on your tiptoes and puckered your lips for a kiss. Rioâs hands caressed the soft, plush globes as his breath fanned your lips. He denied your request for a kiss. Instead, his lips ghosted your neck, and his mouth traveled to your ear. Nipping at your lobe, he rasped, âSorry, mama. We donât have time for that. I have to go handle business.â
He pulled away, smirking at the frown that quickly shifted to a pout.
âWe canât spend just a few more minutes together?â
âDonât do that, ma. You know this is important. Since youâre already out and ignoring my demands, why donât you spend some time with your best friend? Here, take my card. Lunch is on me.â
This man is so preoccupied with business. He doesnât even see that I came here to give him a piece of pussy. For some reason, that irritates the hell out of me. Usually, he can read my body like a book. I see where his priorities are at the moment. Business must trump his pregnant wifeâs needs. I gave this man four and a half babies, and this is the thanks I get? Let me take my pregnant, horny, irritated tail home. His ass is sleeping on the couch tonight, and I donât give one fuck that Iâm being irrational.
âNah, Iâm good,â you waved your hand dismissively.
Sensing attitude, Rio tilted his head back, giving you a look of incredulity.
âLook, I ain't got time for the dramatics right now. I told you I would be busy. Go home, mama. We can discuss this in the privacy of our home.â
Cocking your head to the side, you gave him an irritated glare. A rush of pregnancy hormones came hurtling towards you. Snatching your handbag and keys from his desk, you stormed out of the room. Rio knew he struck a nerve and possibly hurt your feelings. Stepping into the hall, he called after you. Ignoring him, you stomped out of the building. With an exasperated sigh, your husband ran his hands over his face. Taking a deep breath did little to soothe the irritation that started festering inside him. It also didnât help that the idiots working the warehouse floor were ogling your behind as you angrily switched out of the building.
âYâall got a death wish or something? Fuck you looking at,â Rio barked towards the group of men.
âI suggest you get back to work before I unload the clip in this bitch,â he boomed, walking back into his office to cool down before heading to the meeting.
âSheâs almost to her car. Hurry up! Follow her. Keep a watchful eye over her. Sheâs in her feelings. Make sure my wife and child make it home safe,â he ordered one of his men.
Her ass is out here walking around in those tight-ass jeans. Weâre about to have a heated exchange when I get home. Out here showing out. Sheâs over here pressing on my last nerve and still making me want to put her on her back at the same damn time. Thick-ass. Feisty-ass. Sexy-ass. Spoiled-ass. Hormonal-ass woman.
Rioâs detail only served to anger you more. Pulling into your driveway, you flung the car door open, grabbed your stuff, and turned toward the henchman.
âI donât need a fucking babysitter. Either wait out here or take your ass back to the warehouse.â
Not waiting for a response, you went into your home. Setting the alarm, you settled in for a quiet, lonesome evening. You had hoped a nice relaxing shower, comfy PJs, and stuffing your face would put you in a better mood. It could have worked, but your husband kept blowing up your phone.
Annoyed by the fourth call, you answered icily, âWhat can I do for you, dear?â
Rio could hear the sarcasm in your voice. âThis what we on tonight?â
âWhy, whatever do you mean, husband?â
âCut the shit, mama. Why are you ignoring my calls?â
âYou were oh so busy. Iâd imagine that ignoring you would give you more time to concentrate on business, sweetie.â
âYou petty as fuck. Stop being mean, mama.â
His mini flirtations went ignored.
This man hasnât seen petty yet. Watch me work, Daddy.
âWhat can I do for you, Christopher?â
âOh, are we using government names now? Bet. Why are you being stubborn?â
Silence.
âSo, youâre not going to say anything?â
 Silence.
 âMama,â he sighed.Â
âLet me make sure Iâve got this right. Youâre pissed offâagain? Thatâs two days in a row, mama. Iâve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I donât let that shit slide, but I understand youâre emo-.â
âCall me emotional one more time, Rio.â
âAnd youâre going to do what, darlinâ,â he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, âI got a lot going on right now. Call me back when youâre ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.â
âWhatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,â with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.
Hours later, you came down from your mood swing. Guilt slowly started to seep into you. Not one to give in and apologize first, you decided it was the right thing to do. Unlocking your phone, you sent a request for FaceTime. It rang twice before being denied.
Heâs probably busy. Iâll try again in an hour or so.
The next time you tried his cell, you called. It rang several times before going to voicemail. Waiting another hour, you tried again. Ringing once, it went to voicemail.
Now, wait a fuckinâ minute. One ring means he hit the âf you button.â See, now a bitch is starting to get mad again. Woosah. Fight them mood swings, girl. Fight them!
Just as you had calmed your nerves, a text came through.
Husbaeee (Papa)đ„°đđ
đŠ: You and the baby good?
Wifey (Mama)đđ: Yes, weâre fine. Why havenât you called me back? Are you okay?
Husbaeee (Papa)đ„°đđ
đŠ: Iâm busy, remember? You didnât feel like talking earlier? Why are you so chatty all of a sudden?
His petty ass.
Wifey (Mama)đđ: Stop making it hard to tell you sorry, Papa. Chill on me.
Husbaeee (Papa)đ„°đđ
đŠ: Keep your sorry, ma. Iâm cool on that. See you when I get home.
Oh, okay! Itâs just, ma, now? Bet.
Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Rio smiled to himself. He purposefully pissed you off again. Part of him did it out of payback, but his main objective was getting you frustrated. If it had done the trick. You would be ripping his clothes off and begging to be fucked once he made it home.
Not one to tell a man where he can and cannot go in his own home. You decided against telling Rio to sleep on the couch. However, the need to be petty was vibrating heavily in your bones. You fought sleep as long as you could, hoping to wait up for him long enough to ignore him for a bit. The baby again had other plans and lulled you into a deep sleep.
Rio braced himself for whatever you had planned to throw his way. He smirked to himself, releasing a low chuckle before exiting the car. Dragging his tired body into the house, your husband entered the code into the security system. Resetting it, he headed in the direction of the bar. He filled a tumbler with two fingers of bourbon. Tossing it back, Rio let the warm liquid flow through his chest. He rinsed the glass, set it in the dishwasher, and headed upstairs.Â
Her moody ass is probably sleeping.
Attempting not to wake you, he quietly padded up the stairs. Rio unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt as he walked toward your shared bedroom. He nearly made it there but stopped in his tracks. The look on his face turned stone cold, and he slowly turned his head to peer into the guest bedroom.
What the fuck is this shit?
There you were, the door cracked, and lights dimmed just enough for him to see you tucked in tight, slumbering peacefully. Your plan to ignore him may have fallen through, but you still managed to be petty even in your sleep.
You jolted awake, feeling arms slip under your frame and pull you up from the mattress. Moments went by as you willed your eyes to wake fully. Your sight focused on Rioâs angered expression, and you pushed at his chest.
âWhat the hell are you doing? Put me down, Christopher!â
He ignored you. Rioâs jaw ticking as he took long strides exiting the guest room. He carried you into your bedroom, laid you in bed, tucking you in. You started to explain that you were a grown-ass woman and could sleep anywhere you damn well pleased. The look in his eyes forced you to think better of it.
âI donât give a fuck how angry you are! Your ass will sleep in this bed regardless. Go to bed mad if you want to. Your stubborn ass is going to do it lying next to me. No room for debate, mama. You mad at me? You donât want to be near me right now? Thatâs all good, but you sleep in our bed. Roll to the edge of the bed. That's all the space you're getting.â
Rio snatched his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothes hamper. You did your best to bite back any more snarky responses as you watched Rio stalk to the bathroom. The door flew shut, and you mumbled, âDramatic much.â
The bathroom door swung open. Standing in the doorway, eyes set on you, Rio commanded, âCan you stop talking? Please give me a moment of peace, ma. All that talkingâs gonâ land your ass in a world of trouble. Save yourself, mama. Be quiet.â
You cut your eyes at him, sliding down into bed. You lay on the side facing away from him. The corners of your mouth pulled into a mischievous grin. Waiting for the shower to start, you attempted to remove yourself from the bed and head toward the exit. Rio's voice bounced off the bathroom walls, halting your movement.
âGet back in bed, mama.â
You kissed your teeth, âAinât nobody left. Shut up, Rio.â
âYou heard what I said. Stop playing with me.â
Pouncing back on the bed, you snarled towards the bathroom door.
âFix your face, ma. Youâre trying my patience tonight.â
Can he see through the damn walls or something?
âNobody worried about you, Christopher.â
âYeah, okay. Your stubborn ass got back in that bed. Didnât you?â
Rio wanted to wash the events of the day away. He wanted a few quiet minutes to destress, but being a little hellcat, you wouldnât give him that. You had a response for everything. He loved you combative and keyed up, but tonight, you were laying it on thick and wouldnât let up. Rio was slightly irritated that his plan to piss you off again was starting to backfire. Taking a few calming breaths, he readied himself to regain control of the situation. Â
The water cut off, and he walked into the room, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. There were beads of water sliding down his naked torso. Being irritated by him wasnât enough to stop your eyes from tracing him from head to toe. Squeezing your thighs together, you bit your lip, fighting the urge to jump on him. Rio felt your eyes on him and smirked in your direction. He laid a fresh pair of underwear on the foot of the bed. Standing upright, his eyes connected with yours as Rio pulled the towel from his waist. His eyes stayed on you as he took the time to dry the rest of his body. Your vision latched onto his manhood as you watched it swing from side to side. The tip of your tongue danced across your lips, and Rio rasped, âYou hungry, mama?â The knowing smirk on his face aggravated you. Not thinking it through, you mumbled, âLike you give a fuck.â
A low and bitter chuckle fell from Rioâs lips. That was your last chance. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His eyes darkened and held yours as he slipped into his underwear. Tossing the towel into the hamper, he crept toward you. The silence that filled the air added to the moment's intensity.
Rioâs fingers glided along the column of your neck. His digits cupped your chin, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. His face crowded your own. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. Finally, you had pissed him off enough to get the reaction you craved. Wetness pulled between your thighs in anticipation.
âThis all couldâve been avoided, mama.â
Rioâs thumb traced your bottom lip as he backed away. You watched in confusion as he stepped into a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his phone. Stepping toward the door, you asked, âWhere are you going?â
âThought you didn't want to be near me, darlinâ? I think you need some time alone. Just go to bed. I'm not tired.â
âIâve been alone for two days! Youâre such an asshole.â
His hand gripped the doorknob as he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was fighting the urge to pounce. With his back to you, Rio finished, âNext time you want to be fucked. Just say that, ma.â
You growled in annoyance, chucking a pillow against his back as he walked out of the room.
âYour ass is lucky you're carrying my baby. It's the only thing keeping me from snatching your little ass up. Crazy ass woman,â he called out from the hallway.
You punched your pillows and got back in bed. Too upset to sleep, a slew of emotions rained down on you. First, there were tears of frustration. Then anger, followed by another round of guilt.
Why do I keep putting this man through hell? All over some dick. Thatâs what it comes down to. However, if he wouldâve cracked my damn back, this shit couldâve been avoided. You're so damn busy you canât slide inside me and bust a quick nut?Â
You smiled, rolled your eyes, and finished your thoughts.
Damn, Iâm a brat. Let me drag grumpy pants back to bed. I thought, âwE sLeEp BeSiDe EaCh OtHeR No MaTtEr WhAt,â Head ass.
Rio was sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, arms draped over his lap. The longer he sat there thinking over the day and your attitude. The more he had to fight the urge to do the things he truly wanted. Rio fisted the top of his pants as wicked thoughts of you crying out for him cycled through. His hands trembled, filled with the need to possess and punish you. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to calm his hunger. That plan fell through as your scent flowed into the room. He groaned, opening his eyes and settling his gaze on you.
âYou couldâve slept in the guest room. Why are you being extra? I thought we didnât sleep in separate rooms anyway?â
âIâm not about to keep going back and forth with you. Just go back to bed, Mama,â he responded with tiredness in his voice.â
That pulled at your heartstrings.
Be nice, bitch.
You swallowed your pride and made the first move toward reconciliation.
âCome back to bed, Rio. Iâm sorry for being unreasonable, papa.â
Still standing in the entryway of the spacious living room, you waited for a response. The room was painfully quiet as you two watched one another. Rioâs gaze trailed your body. It was just something about you in his T-shirts that always drove him crazy. He kept his expression blank, making it hard for you to get a read on him. The silence continued for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was different. It wasnât angry, but it wasnât happy either.
It was dominant, possessive even.Â
âCome here.â
Oh, shit. Not that voice. Anything but that.
There were two types of dominant Rio. One, you had been working his nerves for. The other? Not so much. You stayed frozen in place.
âDonât make me ask again.â
Your legs carried you over to him. Stepping between him and the coffee table, you waited for further instruction.
âLook, I know Iâve been working your nerves-.â
âMm-Mm. Quiet. Talking seems to be your downfall, Mama.â
Rioâs hands reached up and grasped your hips.
âSit,â he instructed, pulling you into a seated position on the coffee table.
His elbows rested on the top of his knees, hands folded underneath his chin.
âYouâve been doing your best to get my attention. Now that you have it. You seem a bit worried, Mama. Itâs what you wanted. Right?â
Silence.
âGood girl. You finally learned how to listen and not talk. Itâs a little shocking, honestly. Youâve had so much to say for the past two days. Now, when it seems youâre about to get the response you want, and then some. You donât have shit to say.â
You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Fucked. Thatâs what you were. There were times when you would overdo it, pushing him too far. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Pulling in a shaky breath, you continued to listen. Being pregnant, you didnât know how he would play it. That alone sent a shiver down your body.
See, this is what my emotional, spoiled ass gets. Itâs too late to turn back now. Dear sweet Kitty Kat, I wish you the best of luck, girl.
âWhatâs wrong, darlinâ? You seem a bit nervous.â
More silence.
Rio leaned towards you, placing his hands on your plush thighs. He was so close your noses were an inch apart. He tilted his head, angling it to nip your bottom lip. Pulling back, his hand massaged your left cheek. It circled your skin as he leaned back in.
âMy hands itching to wrap around your throat, Mama. You know I canât act like this and do things like that when youâre carrying my child. I donât take risks with my seed, and you know that. Playing with your oxygen supply is the same as messing with theirs. So why the fuck do you keep trying me,â he groaned.
âBaby, Iâm-â
âShhh.â He laid a gentle kiss on your lips. âYou've been talking all day. Right now is a time for listening, darlinâ.â
He leisurely rose from the couch, towering over you.
âLetâs put your mouth to better use. Yeah?â
Your breath hitched as his fingers threaded through your hair. Tugging it, he tilted your head back, pecking your lips again. Rioâs eyes held yours as his free hand dipped inside his sweatpants and briefs. Releasing and stroking his member, he hovered over you.
âYou wanted some attention. Right, mama? You need dick? Open that pretty little mouth for me.â
Rio jerked your head forward. Hand still wrapped tightly around his thick length, he tapped it on your lips. Your mouth watered and instantly fell open.
âNow you want to be a good girl,â he groaned, swiping the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue.
You started to wrap your mouth around him, but he backed away. A whimper fell from your mouth. Rio held your chin, âIâll tell you when you can eat it up, Mama,â he whispered, gently tapping your face with his girth.
âYou so fucking fine. Wet juicy ass lips got my shit throbbing,â Rio moaned, bending down to kiss you again. Eyes blazing, you used your mouth to capture his thumb. You suckled it, giving him doe eyes. It was as if your beautiful orbs were pleading for him to give in. Your body was so wound up it screamed for some sort of relief. You so desperately wanted to taste him. Thoughts of him spilling his seed into your mouth had you salivating. Rioâs lips parted as his tongue did that snake motion you loved. He slid his thumb from your lips, moving it out of reach.
âCanât even ruin you in the manner you deserve. I want to shove my dick in that pretty little mouth and fuck your throat until you choke. Damn, I want to leave you gasping for air, voice hoarse. You know I love the way you swallow the dick.â
 An appreciative whimper sounded from your lips. Rioâs eyes danced with excitement. He took joy at the needy and desperate look on your face. The rise and fall of your chest quickened as sinful sounds came from your sweet lips.Â
âLook at you moaning and whimpering. Thatâs my nasty bitch. Does the thought of me shoving myself down that pretty little throat turn you on, mama? It makes you wet. Doesnât it?â
You shivered and released a stuttered breath, âDaddy, please.â He smiled wickedly, âDamn, I love it when you beg, darlinâ.â
âChristopher, please. Iâm about to go crazy. I don't think I've ever wanted to swallow you down this bad. Please, Papa. I need you.â
A chuckle fell from his lips. Rio swallowed hard, and you could see the pulse dancing on the side of his neck. His eyes grew darker as he leaned close enough, and you felt his breath brush against your lips.
âYou are so cute, mama. Beg as much as you want. The question is: Do you think you deserve it,â he whispered, peppering your lips with light kisses. The corners of his lips lifted, forming a smile as you panted the word yes. âMm, no. I don't think so, darlinâ. You've been stomping around, throwing tantrums, twisting and turning, rolling that neck for days now.â
Your impatience and temper got the best of you.
âIf you're so tired of my damn attitude. Put me out of my misery already. You're the one being stingy with the dick! You can't find a few moments to love on your wife?â
There was that sinister smile once more. Rioâs hand went to wrap around your throat, but halfway he stopped. Closing it into a fist tightly, he forced it down to his side. He smirked, slowly opening his mouth to speak, âYouâre letting these hormones rattle you, mama. They got you impatient as fuck and coming out of pocket.â
Tucking himself back into his sweats, Rio reclaimed his spot on the sofa. Leaning back into the cushions, he watched your face twist up in frustration.
âFuck this. Iâm going back upstairs. Sleep wherever you want. I donât care.â
âSit. Down,â Rio roared.
You froze, back still facing him.
âIâm getting tired of saying things twice,â Rio hissed. âSit your ass down.â
You swung around and stomped to the coffee table to reclaim your seat.
âNot there. Come here.â
Standing in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest.
âYou beckoned? Dear sweet husband.â
Though Rio wore a thin smile, you could tell he didnât find shit amusing. Glancing at his lap, he whispered, âSit.â
You kissed your teeth, plopping into his lap. He pressed up against you, hands gripping your waist. âYou enjoy making me tick. Donât you darlinâ?â
Not waiting for you to answer, one hand abandoned your waist. It slid into your hair, tugging at the strands. The action caused you to release something Rio couldnât decipher. What had started as a gasp shifted to a whimper and ended as a moan. The sound caused his erection to twitch underneath you as he bit back a groan.
âWhy are you giving Daddy a hard time? Thought you loved me, Mama,â he teased.
Your lips parted, but he tugged more, signaling you to remain silent.
âDonât deny it, love. Iâm over here fighting everything in me right now. I know how you want it. You ainât in no condition for that, baby girl.â
âHow do I want it, Papa,â you whispered breathlessly.
Rioâs hand trailed to the column of your neck. He gave it a light, gentle squeeze. Pulling your ear to his lips, he groaned, âYou want that rough shit. Need me to choke you. Talk my shit and say all the nasty things you like. Pin you down, fuck you until you cry. Thatâs what you want, yeah,â he questioned, nipping at your earlobe.
A smirk danced across his face at the sound of your whimpering.
âCanât you just do it as gently as possible? Please, you begged, grinding into his lap.
His growl bounced off the living room walls. It was a signal, a warning, but you couldnât help yourself. Circling your hips, you pressed further into his erection. Rio hissed, âBehave. You really gotta chill, Mama.â
You stood long enough to turn and straddle his thigh. His hands cradled your small bump. Pecking his lips, you watched as Rioâs eyes fluttered closed. The two of you slipped into a sensual kiss. Your hips rolled as you started to grind your moist panties against his thigh.
âPapa, please. Iâm begging you. I need you. Iâll take it any way youâd like.â
He sucked in a shallow breath, grasping your chin.
âI know you will. You donât have a choice, mama.â
Cocky motha-.
âKeep grinding that slick little pussy against me, baby,â he rasped, grabbing up the globes of your behind. âNow I know you can do better than that. Grind harder,â he finished with a smack to each cheek. Mouths collided as your fingers traced patterns along the nape of his neck. Your tongues wrestled for dominance. His palms dug into your supple flesh, guiding you along the slick spot that started to form on his thigh.
âDamn, mama. Just the sound of my voice makes that little pussy weep, yeah?â
He watched you with pride, your eyes shut tight, breathing ragged. Rio moved his hands to your breast, giving them a light squeeze. He moaned as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip.
âGo a little faster. Pull yourself toward the edge, darlinâ.â
Your body rocked faster against his drenched thigh as his hand crept until it found its way underneath your shirt, pulling at the hardened nipples.
âChristopher.â
âHmm, baby? Talk to me, mama. What do you need from Daddy?â
The words got stuck in your throat, and you edged closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your head tilted back, and the mewl you released made all Rioâs blood rush to his thick member. He peppered kisses along the soft skin of your neck, cooing, âYou close, baby girl? Hmm? Come on now, tell me how you feel, darlinâ. Let me hear that pretty voice.â
âSo damn close. Add a little pressure, Daddy. Press into me, please.â
Rio chuckled, lifting his thigh just enough to give you the desired pressure.
âThat better, sweetheart?â
âFuck,â you whispered. Ye-Iâma come. Please-.â
You started to tremble, signaling an explosive orgasm. Rioâs fingers gripped your waist, halting all movement. A high-pitched whine echoed throughout the room as you tried to power through his grasp and thrust your hips. His hold on you was too strong to fight. The teasing chuckle he gave frustrated you.
âWhy would you do that? Donât play with me like that, Rio,â you whimpered.
âOh, you thought this was about to be easy? No, love. See where all the nagging and expectations got you. Playing with my patience had you believing I would let you have your way. Fuck that. You better work for that shit, mama. You know how I operate, and I ainât feeling too generous right now.â He pinched your nipple, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.
Shoving his shoulder, he fell back against the couch, pinning you with a mischievous glint.
âAinât shit funny, Rio. Youâre pissing me off,â you snapped, pacing the hardwood floor.
âThat makes two of us,â he countered, shrugging his shoulders.
âWhat happened to a happy wife, a happy life? Iâm carrying your child. Where is the love?â
âSo damn dramatic. You just knew youâd get your way, huh?â
You stopped, turning to face him. Your arms crossed your ample chest. Frustration ran deep in your mind. The two of you matched glare for glare.
Rioâs eyes darkened as he stood, walking toward you. He kissed you long and hard, backing you toward the living room wall. Your body shivered as you made contact with the chilled surface. He broke the kiss and rasped, âShouldâve used these past few minutes to make a convincing argument,â he tsked. âI don't even know if you deserve to come at this point, darlinâ.â
Rio dropped to his knees, and you watched his head disappear underneath the fabric of your shirt. Heat pulsed throughout your core as you felt Rio pull fabric aside. Thousands of tiny sparks flooded your body as you felt his wet, warm tongue trail from the bottom of your dripping sex to the top. His middle and pointer fingers spread you open while the tip of his tongue danced around your bundle of nerves. You released a shuttered breath, head tilting back as your eyes fluttered closed. Without having to look up, Rio paused his licking and growled, âKeep youâre fucking eyes on me. Take off this damn shirt, and watch me eat this pussy up, mama.âÂ
Say less. I got you, Zaddy.
His eyes burned with passion at the sight of your breast. âYou donât need these either,â he rasped, tearing the panties from your body. Without another word, his head dipped back between your thighs. He teased you with nips and licks until you squirmed, begging for more. The pace had started achingly slow. His breath fanned your lower lips, âLook at you wiggling and shit. Are you aching for me, mama?â Rio inhaled your scent, âDamn, Iâm about to eat this shit up.â
âLess talking. More licking, Papa,â you mewled, trying to thrust your heat back into his face. Rio leaned away.
âSee, thatâs your problem. You need to learn patience, mama. We donât need to rush. Let me take my time and enjoy all this fine dining.â
âTruthfully, you get off on torturing me, donât you?â
Instead of using his words, Rio answered with action. Still holding your lips apart, three fingers from the opposite hand pressed into your clit, rubbing wide circles slowly.
In a husky tone, he taunted, âCome on, sweetheart, I know you can get wetter than this.â Your sarcastic rebuttal halted as he continued, âLet me help you with that, ma.â
His words fully registered as you felt his saliva collide with your silky flesh. His mouth covered your lips again, alternating between slow, languid strokes and rapid, hungry licks. From the movement of his tongue to the way he gripped your thighs. Feeling everything at once was hurdling toward a powerful orgasm. His fingers rejoined the party, using them to fumble with your clit as he thrust his tongue into you.
âN-no, baby. Not ye-itâs too soon. S-slow down, fuck!â
Your hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull his fingers away. Rio swatted it as he hoisted you higher, locking his arms around your thighs.
âI thought you wanted to come though, Mama,â he teased. âLet me switch it up for you, yeah?â
His tongue replaced those same fingers, licking and sucking your sweet little nub like a man who hadnât eaten in days.
âOh! You fucking demon. Daddy, no,â you mewled, body starting to jerk. The sensation sent tingles throughout as your fist pounded against the wall. The digits of the other hand dug into his scalp. You felt him smile against your flesh, moaning and growling. Slipping three fingers inside, he flexed them, deliciously tapping your g-spot. The pace of his digits quickened as his lips wrapped around your abused clit, and he sucked as hard as he could. Your body writhed. The feeling was so intense you considered climbing the wall.
This bitch would go harder. I need to learn how to shut up.
Rio tsked again, âThereâs nowhere for you to run, Mama. Daddy got you locked in,â he taunted, fingers speeding up a little more. âThought this is what you wanted, hm? You've been crying for this all day. Is it too much for you, baby?â Rioâs fingers slipped out of you, and the palm of his hand delivered smacks over your lips. âYeah! There we go! Thatâs that wet shit, mama.â Rio dove back in, the sounds of his mouth on your body growing more lewd by the second. All you could do was tremble and whimper. Rio groaned, his mouth devouring you. His words tickled your slick heat, â You gonâ come for me? Hmm? My mouth got you leaking all over the place.â Your legs started to shake as his tongue lashed at your skin.Â
âAnswer me, ma,â he demanded, harsh yet sexy.
âYes, fuck. Iâm so close, shit!â
âBeg me to let you come.â
âPlease, Papa! Let me come all over that sinfully delicious tongue.â
âI know youâre close. Look at that pretty little pussy squeezing around my fingers,â Rio teased, adding a fourth finger. âLook at these thick thighs shaking,â he taunted. Your husband took a moment to nip at your inner thighs. âSoft as fuck. Tastes so damn good.â His lips licked and sucked at the soft skin as he massaged your g-spot.
âHold on a bit longer for me.â
His eyes glistened, and you knew Rio was about to make you suffer. There was something in his expression that just reeked of revenge. Minutes ticked by, and you were proven right: every torturous lick of his tongue was his getback. Every time his lips captured your bundle of nerves, it felt like he was trying to suck the soul out of you. He had brought you to the edge for the third time, only to slow down. Tears threatened to spill as you begged and pleaded. At this point, you were no longer begging him to come on his talented tongue. You just wanted him to wrap your legs around his waist and pound you into an earth-shattering orgasm. Twice, you had tried pulling his head away, pressing him to fuck you. Both times, Rio denied you and went right back to eating. His greedy mouth slurped at your juices, âMm-mm, mama. Daddyâs still hungry.â
His tongue grazed your clit, causing your body to shiver with force. You cried out, âRio, please! You have to let me come. I canât do this anymore.â Tears trailed down your cheeks, tugging at his heart a bit. He kissed your nub once more before he pulled up from between your legs. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped at the remnants of your tears. Pecking your lips, his hands cradled your face. âIâm sorry, mama. Shh, I know, baby. I know. Breathe for me, catch your breath.â
How could your emotions be all over the place? Yet, every ounce of you still ached for him. Though you were irritated and pissed at the way he edged you. The need to be fucked and orgasm was still the top priority. You could curse him out later. Truthfully, you had done it to yourself. You knew pushing him too far was what brought you here. Patience and understanding had been an option that would have left you well rewarded. Instead, you had opted to try to force his hand.
Iâm pregnant, horny, and a bit illogical at the moment. I want what the fuck I want, and I want it now.
Rioâs eyes locked with yours, his orbs still dark but sympathetic at the same time. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he swept hair that blocked your vision. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours.
âIâma stop fucking with you, mama,â he whispered, stealing a kiss.
Rio shushed your whimpering as his hands trailed back down your body and between your thighs. His fingers brushed your slit, collecting moisture along the way. His fingers slid lower until they reached the destination they were in search of. Two fingers penetrated you as his free hand tweaked your nipple. You sucked in a sharp breath as his digits tapped against that special place in warp speed.
âR-rio. Oh, God,â you mewled. âNo, please. I want you inside. I need you inside me, baby. Why wonât you just-.â
His head fell into the crook of your neck as you pleaded. An anguished growl echoed against your throat.
âI canât right now, mama. I just canât,â he responded helplessly as his fingers kept slamming into you. âGive it to me, mama. I know you canât hold it anymore. Come for me, baby girl,â he moaned against your skin.
âBut why? Oh! Fuck! Y-yes. God, yes,â you cried, falling over the edge.
âFuck, mama. My armâs soaked,â he groaned, breath shallow, as he trailed kisses down your neck. He waited for you to respond, but the only sound he heard was sniffling. Rio pulled back with a quickness, hands cradling your face once more. He kissed you, âWhatâs wrong, mama? Why are you crying?â
âAre you not attracted to me anymore?â
âMama. Donât start. Why wouldnât I be attracted to you? Thatâs a wild ass question. Please donât take this wrong, but these hormones got you all messed up. You know better than to ask me such a ludicrous question.âÂ
Your eyes started to water again, and Rio threw his head back, running his hand down his face. Releasing a long sigh, âDonât start again, mama. Youâre all over the place today. One minute, youâre cursing me out, trying to push me away. The next minute, youâre on me. I damn sure canât keep up with the mood swings today. Now Iâm getting pissed all over again because you're questioning my love for you.â
âItâs a simple question, Rio. Something must be wrong since you wonât fuck your wife. It canât be that bizarre of a question. Just admit it. Iâm gaining weight (not to mention I was already plushie before), so youâre not interested.â
âWhat number mood swing is this?â
âFuck you, Rio.â
âYouâd like that? A fuck. Wouldnât you?â
âSuch a dickish response!â
You stormed away, ignoring his demands not to walk away from him. Upon entering your bedroom, you slammed the door. Climbing under the covers, you snuggled down until you found a comfortable spot. He didnât immediately follow you upstairs. Sinking back into the couch, he tried to calm his temper.Â
Rioâs mood/urge was why Y/N hadnât gotten what she wanted in the first place. He was right back to being as pissed as he was earlier. It was all the more reason to stay where he was until he could calm himself. During the first round of this sexually charged argument, it had taken every fiber in him not to fuck you relentlessly. No matter how bad you both wanted it. He wasnât comfortable with manhandling you at a time like this.
He tilted his head back against the cushions and chuckled to himself. Looking back over the day, you had been a pain in the ass. However, Rio loved that you were adamant about getting what you desired.
The fact that she thinks thereâs a way for me to be gentle and rough in that sort of head space is laughable. I love this crazy ass woman.
He replayed the last of your conversation. Guilt crept in as he remembered how your lip trembled as you fought back tears of frustration and neediness while leaving the room. Thinking the situation over, Rio started to hold himself accountable. He knew what to expect at times like this. If he was being honest, having another baby was mainly his idea. That thought alone had him shaking his head and smirking.
This woman is going to drive me insane. She canât be serious thinking Iâm not attracted to her right now because sheâs pregnant. If anything, that makes my dick harder. These kinks, man. Her ass knows I love her any size. Mama knows I love it when sheâs stupid thick. Damn, I want to bend her ass over something. Just wait until baby girl or boy gets here. Iâm going to remember every single mood swing and attitude. Like that man Miguel once said, that pussy gonâ be mine. Let me check on her mean ass. Remember to remain calm, Rio.
He flipped off all the lights downstairs and made sure everything was locked up tight. It was pitch black in the master suite. Rio entered quietly, not wanting to wake you. The faint sounds of sniffles came from under the covers on your side of the bed. Your husbandâs head hung low at the sounds, shaking it side to side in disbelief. Sadness ached deep in his chest. It had never been his intention to make you feel unwanted. He certainly didnât mean for you to feel unattractive. You had pushed him to that place of uncertainty. Rio didnât trust himself enough to remain gentle. His anger had been raging off and on for the past two days. It was time for him to set the record straight and make things right.
Self-control, my boy. Self-control. I may not be able to choke her. Let that mouth get to firing off again. Iâma spank this woman. Lord, help me.
He approached your side of the bed, attempting to lower the comforter, but it wouldnât budge. You grumbled, âDonât, Christopher. Just get in bed. Letâs get some rest. We can discuss this in the morning.â The fabric of the blankets muffled your voice a bit, but Rio could hear how you fought back tears.
Rio gently rubbed what he believed to be your hip. âDonât hide from me,â he rasped.
âIâm not. Goodnight, Papa.â
He lowered his head, rubbing soothing circles against your back. He stood there a few moments, trying to find a way to make things better. A thought entered his mind. His head leaned to the side as he gave a quick head nod. Heading to his side of the bed, Rio checked his notifications one last time, setting the ringer to silent. He grabbed an item from the nightstand, setting it to the side. Rio got into bed, sliding closer. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back as he joined you under the covers.
âYou still mad at me, Mama,â he questioned, leaving butterfly kisses against your skin. âYou gonâ forgive me, hm?â
âShut up, Rio,â you responded with a giggle and sniffle.
âYou know youâre crazy for thinking that bullshit, right? I love you, mama. Donât you know that youâre my favorite person in this world? I love you for life, woman,â he explained. âIâll always be attracted to you, no matter what. Youâre my heart and world, baby girl.â Rio nibbled at your neck. âThose better be happy sniffles, he teased.
âThey are, trust me. Thank you for the reassurance, Papa,â you responded, voice still shaky.
His fingers caressed your thighs, drawing small patterns on your flesh, lips peppering kisses against a bare shoulder back to the soft spot below your ear.
âPapa, I donât think thatâs a good idea. Iâm still wet from earlier,â you whispered, lower lips tingling again.
Rio shushed you as his tongue swept across the column of your neck. âYou looked so damn good in those jeans with the heels. You just had to get me hard while I was working. Didnât you? How am I supposed to focus with images of fucking you against my desk floating through my head?â
âI just wanted to see you, baby.â
âYeah. Okay.â
His hand slid between soft thighs, swiping at the moisture pooling between your folds.
âAlways wet. Forever ready for me. Shit. Give me those lips, ma.â
Both of you tried to take control of the kiss until his fingers pulled away. You huffed, âNot this shit again-Oh! Shit,â you moaned. Not only had he placed his hand back where it was, but you felt a lovely buzzing sensation against your clit. âYes,â you whispered.
âBeen waiting for the right time to break this out. Youâve been rambling on about that damn toy, so I bought you a rose, Mama. Howâs that feel?â Unable to speak, you answered with a sweet sigh. Rioâs lips connected to your temple. âIâll take that as a yes,â he laughed, increasing the speed.
Between his lips and the toy, you hadnât noticed Rio tugging down his sweatpants. The kiss broke as you mewled. He bit his lip, watching you gasp at the feel of the rose pressed against your nub while his aching erection slid back and forth against your folds. The leaking tip dipped in and out of your spasming channel. The covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as Rioâs hungry gaze drank in the writhing of your bodies. His breathing quickened, listening to your faint moans.
âI think weâre both a bit calmer now. Donât you agree, Mama,â he questioned, sucking in a breath at the wetness pulling around his tip.
If you had heard him, Rio didnât wait for a response. He reclaimed your mouth, sinking his thick, veiny rod inside you.
âGot Damn,â you both moaned in unison.
âThatâs a good girl. Take it all, Mama. So fucking tight. Grip that shit.â
Burying your head in your pillow, you trembled, moaning repetitively. Rioâs hands sunk into the plushness of your waist. His finger sunk deeper, pressing your behind into his lap. Pumping you slowly, you felt his hips do that circular motion.Â
âFaster, Daddy. Please go faster.â
âWhatever you say, love,â he answered, pulling your hair and snapping his hips harder. âThe settings go higher, baby.â Shifting the rose to its highest voltage, he growled at the screams that bounced around the room.
âT-too much. Fuck!â
âNo, ma. You got this. Take that shit. Donât you want me to make that pussy feel good, yeah? Yes, baby. Oh, shit. Take it, baby. Just let me pound that pretty little flower.â
Every thrust sent you higher. Your fingers dug into Rioâs hand as you thrashed about the bed.
âYou keep fucking me like this. Iâm not going to last much longer,â you whined.
âYou got that. Go on and wet that shit up, mama. Fall apart. Come for, Daddy. Iâll put you back together and break you apart again. Donât bury your face in the pillow. Let me hear you come loud and clear. Come for me right fucking now,â he demanded, giving your ass a hard smack.â
âFu-Chris! Baby,â you screamed, body tensing, shaking violently. Kisses danced along your temple. Whimpers continued to fall from your lips, the aftershocks sending waves throughout your body. Rio attempted to center and bring you back down from the high.
âYouâre good, mama. I got you. Good job,â he praised.Â
You couldnât imagine a better way to end a long day. At least that's what you thought until Rio decided to take it one step further.
âIâm not finished with you yet, baby girl,â he whispered.
Rio slid out of you, laying on his back, while he waited for you to turn toward him. Your face hovered over his. Staring lovingly into his eyes, you spoke softly.
âTell me what you need, Papa,â you questioned, stroking his jaw.
He reached for your leg, bringing it over his to straddle him. Hands traveled the length of your body, stopping to cup your breast. Through body language alone, the communication was clear. Giving him a gentle nod, lip tucking between your teeth. Rio felt your digits wrap around his length, rising just enough. You slowly slipped his throbbing length into the slick cavern. The two of you moaned in unison.
Rio sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rode him slow and steady. Biting your lip, he encouraged you, âMm, that's it, mama. You feel so good.â He wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue circling it hungrily. Giving it a playful bite pulled a meal from your lungs. Releasing the taut bud, Rio whimpered, âKeep squeezing me. Just like that. Fuck.â
He tugged one of your hands from his shoulder, placing the digits around the column of his throat. He smirked as your eyes widened.
âI canât choke you, so why donât we switch shit up? You be me for a change, mama. Be rough with Daddy, yeah?â
A tremble coursed through you at the thought of it.
âItâs your body, mama. Youâre in control. Ride me as hard as you can stand it.â He pecked your lips, cooing, âAre you going to ride your daddy nice and hard, hm? This is your dick. Take it, mama,â he insisted, giving your bottom another slap.
Pushing at his chest, you laid him back against the mattress. Your hand tightened around his throat as your hips circled, taking him as deep as possible. Your head fell back as your speed increased.
âOh,â you cried. âDaddy!â
âLook at me,â he gasped.
Your face floated above his, and you started to bounce erratically. Rioâs face twisted up as he grunted your name. The hold on his throat tightened, causing him to bite his lip harder. You felt his hands spank and grip your cheeks. The two of you entered a lip lock as the headboard banged against the wall. Coming up for air, you felt him twitch inside you.
âFuck, Mama. Iâm about to nut. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to be filled up? Yeah, I know you do, darlinâ. F-fuck! Come with me, mama! Right now!â
You both plummeted over the edge, calling out each otherâs name. Trying to keep balance, your hands rested against Rioâs chest. He sat up, pulling you into an embrace. Leaving kisses all over your face, you giggled breathlessly. His arm reached around your waist, guiding you to lie down comfortably.
âLetâs get you cleaned up. Stay right here. I got you, mama.â
Rio disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm towel. With the aftercare complete, he quickly got himself together. Making his way to the kitchen, Rio returned with a glass of ice water for you.
âDrink up. You need to replenish, ma.â
âThank you, Papa. What about you, though?â
âDrank it downstairs, " he responded, cuddling up to you.
âSo weâre switching roles now? Is that what we are doing,â you teased.
Rioâs laugh bellowed throughout the room. âListen, ma. Youâre little thirsty ass needed that rough shit. I figured since Iâm not doing that right now. You can get your fix if I relinquish a little bit of that power. Temporarily, of course.â He gave your shoulder a playful bite. âYou should know Iâm keeping tabs for the remainder of this pregnancy.â
âTabs? What tabs?â
âIâm keeping a mental log of every time you act up. The moment the doctor clears you. That thick ass will be stinging, and you wonât be able to walk straight for a few weeks. Maybe a month,â he shrugged, nonchalance written on his handsome face. His eyes reduced to slits, âBreath playâs about to be a beast for you, mama. Hate it for you.â
âNo, you donât, liar.â
âYou said it. Not me,â Rio shrugged.
He felt your fist collide with his arm.
âAye, chill out now. You know what, let me put this shit in my notes. What is this? That makes at least eight offenses. For the day alone.â
âWhatever. Goodnight, crybaby.â
âSays the woman thatâs been crying all night.â
âDonât piss me off again, Rio. Go to sleep. Keep in mind that you wonât be leaving for work on time. I can tell that Iâll be just as needy in the morning. Have my dick ready.â
âJust admit that you only want me for my body,â he teased.
You kissed your teeth and mugged his forehead.
âAye! Chill. Where my kisses at?â
Rio pulled your leg over his waist, cradling your bump, and kissed you goodnight.
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work is driving me fucking insane this week, so here's this silly self-indulgent thing i wrote to distract myself.
the spirit of this post is here as well XD
coffee shop au, meet cute, literally falling for your crush
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In retrospect, forgetting to eat for three meals in a row wasn't Dream's best move. Not that he'd done it on purpose. Hence the forgetting. But taking time to cook always felt so wasteful when he was finally making progress on his novel. He could eat later, whenever the hyperfocus burned itself out.
The only thing that eventually got him out of the house was caffeine. He'd run out of both coffee and tea in the dysfunction of this week, and thus was forced to venture out to the cafe a few blocks away from his flat in search of enough energy to keep him awake for a few more hours.
Technically, there was a place that was closer. There was also a grocery store, where he could have bought coffee grounds. But Dream took the excuse to go a bit further, and not for the quality of the coffee.
He and Johanna, on the occasion she could convince Dream to leave the house and attempt to be part of society, had first started coming to this particular coffee shop because Johanna's girlfriend Rachel worked there. But Dream had to admit that what really kept him coming back, including at times when he wasn't being dragged along by Johanna, was another employee entirely.
Hob.
Hob was, in Rachel's words, "a perfectly nice guy but I don't know why you're so obsessed with him." In Johanna's words, Hob was, "quite fit, I can't lie, but I really thought you'd have gone for someone who's a bit more of an arts gremlin like you."
In Dream's words, Hob was perfect. He always had a smile for Dream, and a kind word or compliment, and he had kind eyes, and nice hands, and was terribly handsome. Dream had never been particularly attracted to masculinity before but Hob was proving him wrong over and over. He looked like he was strong enough to pick Dream up, and that did all sorts of exciting things to Dream's insides. Dream may or may not have had an actual dream about Hob holding his hand.
Hob also made terrible coffee. But Dream didn't care. He took whatever coffee Hob made him, whether the grounds were burnt, or it had way too much cream, or was vastly overbrewed, and drank it quite happily, sneaking looks at Hob all the while. Because Hob's coffee might be awful, but he always smiled at Dream as he gave it to him, and sometimes their hands brushed and it sent a thrilling little shock up Dream's arms. And anything Hob made for him felt made with love, he could tell, it was like a homemade birthday cake with uneven frosting and an undercooked part in the middle.
It was possible Dream should care more about the quality of the coffee and less about the symbolism of it.
In any case, he went to the coffee shop, underfed and undercaffeinated, hoping that Hob would be there, even if it meant he would have to down another cup of extremely bad coffee. Hob should be there, he did usually work Tuesday afternoons, not that Dream had memorized his schedule like a stalker or anything.
He stepped inside, the little bell over the door jingling, and found that he was right, Hob was there. A thrill of delight ran through him. Dream did not often feel anything as carefree or joyous as delight, but he was very sleep-deprived, and Hob was there, so there it was. Rachel was also working, and waved to him as he stepped up to the counter. As she and Johanna were both very aware of his embarrassing crush on Hob--much to Dream's chagrin--she didn't come over to take his order, instead leaving him to Hob.
"Hey, it's Dream, right?" said Hob, wiping off his hands on a towel and leaning on the counter, looking at Dream with a smile. He knows my name, Dream thought with a heady rush, then remembered that Hob was obligated to write it on his coffee cup, and that Dream came here often, and it didn't have to mean anything. "Dark roast with almond milk and caramel?"
How Hob could be so diligent about remembering his order and so terrible at making it, Dream didn't know. "That's correct," he said.
Behind Hob, Rachel mouthed keep going, which Dream took to mean that if he wanted to get anywhere he had to attempt to engage Hob in slightly more conversation than his usual coffee-ordering script. This was unfortunately true, particularly since Hob had already nullified half the sentences Dream would usually say by predicting his order.
"You remembered my order," he said, which felt like a reasonably normal response, definitely better than do you want to see if you can pick me up? which would probably be creepy. Rachel gave him a thumbs up.
"Of course. You're quite memorable," said Hob, and winked at him. Was he flirting? Dream would like to think so, but he wasn't usually very good at picking up on that sort of thing. Why would Hob be interested in him anyway? Perhaps he meant that Dream was memorable in a bad way, that he was annoying or weird, or--
Dream still hadn't responded.
"I am not trying to be," he said, and behind Hob, Rachel sighed. It was true, though. In most areas of life Dream preferred to go unnoticed. It was only Hob's attention that made him feel all bubbly inside.
"Task failed successfully," said Hob, "because I can't stop noticing you."
Was Dream... still succeeding at the conversation? That was truly unexpected, that he hadn't already turned Hob off by being utterly unsuitable for human society.
"Is that a good thing?" Dream asked.
"Is it?" asked Hob.
Undoubtedly it was. Dream liked the thought of Hob noticing him. He liked the thought of Hob remembering his name, and his coffee order, and when he came into the cafe, with as much detail as Dream had memorized his schedule. He did not normally like having people's eyes on him but he liked the thought of Hob looking. Of Hob caring about what he saw. It made him feel interesting and worthy, and sort of giddy and lightheaded--
Oh. No. That wasn't Hob's attention. That was the fact that the last meal he'd eaten had been a sleeve of biscuits for breakfast two days ago, and that he'd been on his feet for a long time, or what constituted a long time when one had only had a sleeve of biscuits two days ago to eat. And he hadn't slept, and he'd had quite an exciting few minutes just now, and apparently this all meant that his body had decided it needed to check out for a moment, thanks, goodbye.
Inconvenient timing, Dream thought, as everything went sort of spinny and blurry. He was making such progress! He really thought Hob might even like him, and falling on the ground was not going to help his case.
Inevitable now, though. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Hob's face, expression shifting from amusement to concern, and really, there were worse ways to go out.
He woke up not much later, or at least it felt like little time had passed, to find himself lying down on a couch in what seemed to be the cafe's back office, as best as his overtaxed mind could gather. And Hob was crouched beside him, looking at him worriedly, Rachel leaning over his shoulder, face likewise creased in concern.
Dream wondered how he had gotten to the couch. Had Hob carried him there? It was a pleasant thought, though he wished he could have experienced it in person.
"You know," said Hob, "there are easier ways to get out of talking to me than blacking out." The words were light, but he sounded genuinely stressed out about it.
Dream immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry."
Hob chucked him on the cheek, a light touch that felt fond. "Not what I meant. Are you okay?"
Dream carefully pushed himself up to sitting, Hob watching all the while, hands hovering over him but not touching. Dream sat up. His head didn't spin. "I am okay," he said.
"Probably didn't eat anything today, huh?" said Rachel. She didn't look quite as concerned as Hob did, she was used to Dream's habits. Meanwhile, for all Hob knew, Dream had a brain tumor and would imminently die.
"No," Dream admitted. "I was... occupied."
"Will you be okay here for a sec?" Hob asked, brow scrunching as if he truly thought Dream might just collapse again onto the floor without him. "I'll get you some water. Something to eat, too."
It was worth fainting in a public place, Dream thought, just to have Hob look at him with such care.
When Dream nodded, Hob hurried away to do just that.
Only now his crush was going to be one million times worse, and certainly not reciprocated, not after the scene he'd caused.
Beside him, Rachel was laughing, hiding it behind her hand.
"Is my suffering humorous to you?" Dream asked, but there was no heat in it, he was too busy looking after where Hob had disappeared.
"You should have seen it," she said. "He launched himself over the counter to catch you. Oh my god, I wish you could have witnessed it."
"Surely Hob would aid any customer in distress," Dream sniffed. But something turned over in his stomach, a little flutter of hope.
"Yeah but not literally vault the counter. It was terrific. I was worried he'd break a hip."
"I'm not that old," said Hob, coming back around the corner and crouching beside Dream again, water bottle and what looked like a chocolate muffin clasped in his hands.
Rachel was unrepentant. "You're lucky you didn't wind up on the floor, too."
"You caught me," said Dream, staring into Hob's eyes. He had such pretty eyes. Rich brown, like coffee with a dash of cream.
Dream might still be a bit lightheaded.
"Of course," said Hob, and uncapped the water, handing it to him. Dream took slow sips, realizing as he did that he hadn't drank any water all day. "I'm fond of you, you know. Can't let you hit your head on the floor."
Fond. Dream might faint again.
"Should I take you to hospital or something?" Hob asked, still so concerned it was making that floaty feeling bubble up again in Dream's chest.
"I will be fine here," he said.
"He just fell for you, that's all," said Rachel, and Dream glared at her. She just smiled back. "Swooned and everything."
"I did not swoon," Dream protested.
"You kind of did, actually," said Hob. "I've never seen someone just crumple so dramatically."
"Oh, have you seen many people faint, then?"
"No, but--"
"I'm going to man the till," said Rachel, patting Dream on the arm. "I don't think I want to be in the middle of this. Let me know if you want me to take you home, Dream." She winked at him. "Unless you'd rather Hob do it."
Johanna was never this meddlesome, Dream thought bitterly. She just made fun of him and left it at that.
Then he was alone with Hob, which was both an exciting and anxiety-inducing state of affairs. He clutched his water bottle for balance.
"Um. I got you this," said Hob, and handed him the muffin. "Made them this morning."
Dream was really quite hungry, so despite Hob's poor coffee record, he took a bite of the muffin.
And this was how he learned that Hob was utterly lacking in coffee-making skills because all his talent was in baking.
The chocolate was so rich, it tasted more like cake than a muffin. the chocolate chips melted on his tongue, and he had to force himself not to just immediately take another huge bite. He really was so hungry. Perhaps, now that he knew he could get such things here, he would have a reason to visit the cafe other than just Hob -- and a reason to eat breakfast, too.
"Good?" said Hob, and Dream nodded, licking the melted chocolate from his lips, and he didn't fail to notice Hob watching the movement of his tongue. Perhaps Johanna and Rachel were right, and it wasn't hopeless, even if Dream's best attempt at flirting back was collapsing onto the floor.
He did not know what possessed him then. Perhaps it was the chocolate. Perhaps it was the worry still lingering in Hob's warm eyes, or maybe he had just hit his head and forgotten about it. Either way, he leaned forward in his seat, and kissed Hob on the lips.
His lips were so soft. Just as Dream had dreamt they would be. Hob made a sound of surprise against Dream's mouth, and caught him by the arms so he wouldn't fall out of his chair. Which was a definite possibility, though now the lightheadedness was not caused by a calorie deficit but rather because he was kissing Hob.
Hob who was kissing him back, too. Softening against his mouth, licking the remaining chocolate from Dream's lips. Would Hob hug him, too? If he had already caught him? Dream had fantasized so much about being hugged by Hob.
Only one way to find out. He leaned into Hob's arms, and Hob caught him again, wrapping his arms around Dream's back. He was so warm, and strong. He was wonderful.
"It is a good thing," he said into Hob's shoulder.
"What is?"
"You noticing me."
Hob chuckled. The sound rumbled through Dream's chest. "It's not hard to do. I've been eyeing you for a while, you know. I always hoped you'd talk to me more."
"I am not very good at talking more," said Dream.
"I think I've got that now." Hob pulled back to look at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. "Falling over is more your style."
"I only faint on occasion," Dream protested, which only seemed to amuse Hob more.
"Well. If talking is a bit tough, maybe we can go for a walk sometime?" He tucked a strand of Dream's hair behind his ear, and Dream shivered. Hob clocked it, too, and let his hand rest on the back of Dream's head, fingers curled in his hair as his gaze flicked to Dream's lips and back up. "Or. Something else?"
Dream thought something else might make him spontaneously combust. That might have to wait a bit, at least until he could cope with Hob looking at him like that without feeling like he was about to explode in a flurry of butterflies.
"A walk, if you will hold my hand," he said, and Hob smiled, and took his hand, and Dream learned that all dreams really could come true at once.
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How would rio and y/n react if marcus brings a girl home?
Okay, so my imagination ran wild with this one. It's a bit lengthy, but hopefully youâll enjoy it nonetheless. Iâm glad to finally have gotten a bit of a creative spark. Hopefully, Iâm not rusty. Please excuse any grammatical errors. This isn't heavily edited and I went with the flow. It would be greatly appreciated if you all love, comment, and reblog. Please understand (I know some get tired of hearing it but itâs important) that writing fanfiction takes time and dedication. Then there is the fact that itâs free. Tapping the love button is cool, but itâs the reblogs that help writers. Try to keep that in mind đ.
Word Count: 3,500+
Warnings: A bit of fluff, laughter, and a little *cough, a hefty piece of* spice.
The aroma of garlic wafted through your newly renovated kitchen. It had been an early Mother's Day present from Rio and the babies. Your husband swaggered into the kitchen fresh out of the shower. He watched you stir the pasta and smiled as you made a mental note aloud to add more cream cheese. The deep timbre of your husband's voice startled you.
âStay put mama. I'll grab some for you,â he rasped, lips brushing the side of your neck. His hand left a gentle squeeze on your hip.
âDamn it, Chris. Baby, I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that. I should've known your stealthy, fine ass was nearby. The scent of your cologne and body wash should've given you away.â
He stepped back over to the stove adding cheese. You shivered as his fingers danced up your spine, curling around to the front of you. You hummed as his hand lightly cupped your throat. As if your body knew exactly what he wanted, you tilted your head, angling it so he could gain access. Rioâs lips trailed light kisses up your neck, across the jawline.
âFood smells good, darling. When we eatinâ?â
You chuckled, slapping at his hand as his finger dipped into the alfredo sauce.
âBoy! Get your fingers out of my pan.â
âDamn, ma! I can't get a little taste. Come on, mama. Daddyâs hungry,â he groaned.
âThat's on you. Shouldn't have skipped lunch.â
Rio kissed his teeth, swatting your bottom playfully.
âYou know I was handling business, sweetheart. Don't start,â he teased.
âLet that have been me not eating. You would've jumped in my shit.â
His head shook in disagreement, âMm no. I would've just brought you some food and insisted you eat.â
âLast time I brought you lunch it turned into an argument.â
âCause you don't listen. You know you weren't supposed to be anywhere near that warehouse. It was a matter of safety. Where that's concerned, you'll always come first, mama.â
You couldn't help but smile and roll your eyes at the sweet sentiment.
âWhatever, bossy ass. Weâll eat once the oldest baby boy gets here.â
âThat's right it's our weekend,â he perked up.
Though there were times Rio wished he could see his son every day. He knew that Marcus was both his and Rheaâs pride and joy. Rio was thankful that they had a healthy co-parenting relationship. Joint custody had always been smooth with Rhea. She'd never dream of ever keeping their son away from his father. He was grateful that they both managed to move on. They both found love again, remarried, and everyone seemed to get along just fine. Rio loved that you and Rhea found friendship in one another. Your kids adored Rhea just as much as Marcus did you.
âOh, you thought I was making this fire-ass pasta for you? Nope, Zaddy this for my oldest baby boy,â you teased Rio playfully.
âThatâs fine! So long as I get to choose my dessert,â he rasped, his eyes scanning over your body.
Your eyes met, both nibbling at your bottom lip. Just as you were about to dive deeper into the topic, Alexa announced someone was at the front door. You tapped your phone screen, turning on the ring doorbellâs mic.
âRhea, stop acting like you donât have a key. Bring your beautiful self into this house.â
You smiled as she giggled her way through the front door.
âWeâre in the kitchen,â Rio called out.
âBoy! Stop all that yelling. You wake that baby up and itâs your ass.â
Your husband kissed his teeth, âlast I checked this was our house,â he mumbled, walking over to Marcus and pulling him into a bear hug. âWhatâs up, man?â
Marcus answered his question, immediately following with, âCan I go check on the baby? Whereâs everybody else?â
âRudeness. Are you forgetting something,â Rhea questioned her eager teenager.
She chuckled as he looked at her in confusion as she continued, âYour bonus mama is burning in this kitchen. Probably for you. Did you say hello? Or maybe thank you? Where is her loving,â Rhea jokingly scolded her son.
âSorry, ma. He replied shyly, hugging you tightly and kissing your cheek. âThank you for cooking my favorite food.â
âItâs cool handsome,â you started, pinching his cheek. âThe kids are in the theater room and the baby is down for the night, but go on up and steal a little sugar.â
Just as he was about to excuse himself, Rhea interrupted him, âNot so fast young man. Youâre not slick. Donât you want to share the news?â
âMami,â Marcus whined.
âThatâs okay, I'll tell them. Go on, scaredy cat.â
Marcus made his escape as Rhea turned back to you and Rio. She bypassed him, linking her arm with yours.
âCome, chica. Iâve got some chisme for you.â
Your husband, the big baby he is, groaned, âNice to see you too, Rhea. Why am I not included?â
âAre you not in the room? You are included, fool,â Rhea teased.
âChris, baby. I love you, but hush. I'm trying to see some.â
Both women laughed at him as he rolled his eyes and went silent.
â Marcus sat down with us sometime last week. Said he wanted to invite his lady friend over for dinner. Our baby has a girlfriend, sis.â
The two of you stared at one another, several seconds passed. As if he was expecting it, Rio sighed, running his hand down his face as the two of you started squealing like school girls.â
âMama, Rhea, the baby,â he reminded the both of you.
You both clapped a hand over your mouths, silently giggling.
âWhat's her name? Have you met her? The parents?â
âBaby, chill,â Rio chuckled.
You looked at him, studying him for a moment. Head tilted, you questioned, âYou already knew. Didn't you?â
He smirked, âYou already know the answer to that, mama. You know I stay ten steps ahead.â
âHe told you first,â Rhea questioned.
âListen, he asked for advice on girls a while back. I suspected then he had his eye on somebody. I played it cool. If you ask too many questions, heâll shut down. We had the talk. About a week after that. Marcus told me he was talking to someone.â
âThe talk,â you and Rhea said in unison. âShould we be worried about where this is going?â
âLadies relax. It's better to have it early. Just to be on the safe side.â
âYou gave him condoms. Didn't you,â Rhea snarked.
âAre you ready to be a grandmother? I mean Iâd be the coldest abuelo out here, but let's try to prevent that from happening.â
âHe brought her home for dinner the other day. She's so sweet and shy. Her name is Isabella, but she goes by Isa. He's got his papiâs taste. She's Afrolatina, a beautiful young lady!â
âOkay! I see my boy! He found him a woman who embodies two of the most important women in his life,â Rio praised with pride.
âThe mom seems to be well-rounded. Surely we don't have anything to worry about,â Rhea insisted.
âThe both of you were sweet and shy when I first met you. Need I say more? Then there's those stories your mom told me about your teenage years,â he smirked toward you.
âSneak one damn boy through your window and you never live it down. Kiss my ass, Christoper,â you cackled, flipping him the bird.
Rio puckered his lips, bending down, laughing as you mugged his forehead.
âSis! Your ass was hot back in the day, huh?â
âChill on my wife. Tell me, how old were you when we had Marcus?â
Rhea kissed her teeth, âHe got a response for everything, huh,â she asked you. âAnyway! He wants you all to meet her. Can he invite her over for dinner tomorrow?â
Rio smiled at you bouncing on the balls of your feet.
âI take it our answer is yes, mama?â
After a stressful Saturday afternoon, Rio stepped into the foyer of his home. His eyes drifted shut for a moment as he welcomed the delicious smell of lemon herbs, and the smell of your perfume wafted through the air. Sandals tapped across the wooden floor, Rioâs lashes fluttered open, dancing at the sight of you meeting him at the front door.
âHey Papa,â you started, smile faltering. You could sense the heaviness of his day. âLong day, baby,â you questioned.
His head tilted to the side, an appreciative smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Rioâs hands cupped your side pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his head in your neck. Breathing you in again, his lips tickled the sensitive spot behind your ear.
âShit was hectic, but Iâm sure some kisses would make me feel better,â he whispered in a sultry tone.
Your hands brushed against his chest, as you tip-toed to reach his lips. He chuckled at your struggle to reach his lips, meeting you the rest of the way. Your lips danced together in soft, slow strokes. The sound of footsteps speeding down the steps interrupted the lip lock.
âMa! Pops! Youâre not going to be doing all that in front of Isa, are you? Whyâs it so quiet around here?â
You giggled as Rio reared his head back. âIâm sorry son, I didnât know you paid bills around here. Yâall be forgetting this my houseâŠour house,â he corrected when you lightly cleared your throat.
âYour siblings can be a lot. We wanted to have time to focus on getting to know your girlfriend. I managed to arrange a night with Nana. Theyâll be back tomorrow. She can meet everybody next time we have her over. Donât worry, baby. Papi and I promise to be on our best behavior,â you teased Marcus.
âI ainât promising nothinâ. Listen, Iâll kiss my wife all I want, bro. Donât be mad Iâm the only one getting kisses around here,â he joked, giving Marcus a playful shove.â
âPops, chill on me. Who said I ainât got it like that?â
Rio cackled, dapping Marcus up. The laughter between the two stopped abruptly when they saw you standing straight-faced, head tilted, and arms crossed.
âIâm pretty sure I can speak for your mother when I say this. You better be acting accordingly with that young lady. Nothing short of being respectful is acceptable. Understood?â
âYes, maâam.â
Your eyes landed on Rio, âThen I got you over here gassing him up.â
âMy bad, mama. Weâll tighten up.â
âThatâs what I thought,â you finished sauntering off to the kitchen.
 Rio turned back to Marcus and they both dapped each other up silently.
âItâs like that, son?â
âI learned from the best,â Marcus responded.
âMy boy. Seriously though, not too much. Take things slowly. You have a lot of life to live. Donât let thinking you're grown get you in trouble. You bring a baby home, and thatâs ya ass. Papi canât save you from the mama squad. If you canât wait, do at least three things for me. Wrap it up, donât do it in mine or your momâs house, and donât play with her feelings. You better plan on sticking around. Donât be that guy, son. Weâve raised you better than that.â
âYessir, I give you my word, pops.â
Rio embraced Marcus and gave his shoulders a firm squeeze as they pulled apart.
âYou nervous,â Rio asked as the doorbell sounded.
âJust promise me you wonât let Ma pull out the photo albums.â
âListen, Iâm a man of many talents, but telling that woman not to do something almost always has the opposite effect. Ma listens when it counts,â he smirked, biting his lip.
âThatâs information I honestly didnât need to know, Dad.â
The first twenty minutes had been hilarious. You, Isa, and her mother all silently laughed at the way Isaâs father stumbled over his words while making introductions with Rio.
Apparently Marcus nor his girlfriend had taken the liberty of giving the poor man a heads up. He had suspected that he was going to assert himself as an overprotective father. One look at Marcusâ father and his bravado and puffed-out chest had deflated. Christopher wasnât about to be checked by anyone and little did they know, neither were you.Â
Dinner had gone by smoothly. The two of you succeeded in not embarrassing your son, as did her parents. Isa was a sweet, shy, and intelligent girl. You both loved her for Marcus. The teens had asked permission to have a movie night in the family theatre room. All parents agreed that it would be okay so long as it wasnât unattended. You had even offered for Isaâs parents to join. Her father needed to finish up some work at home, and Rio along with Marcus, offered to drop her home in a few hours.Â
As the parents you opted, to sit in the back row of home theatre seats to give them some sort of privacy. You didnât want to crowd them too much. That and you knew with certainty that Rio was going to get handsy as soon as the lights dimmed. Twenty minutes of screen time had barely passed before his hand started a soft, tingling trail up your thigh. You allowed his fingers to make it inches away from the place he desired before swatting at him. His heated gaze met yours and the left corner of his mouth tilted up as he mouthed the word, âWhy?â
Your head cocked to the side as you looked at him as if he were crazy. You sucked your teeth, pointing a finger in the direction of the kids. Rio wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to whisper in your ear, âOh you really thought I was cold. You know why I pulled this blanket out, mama.â He laughed as you rolled your eyes, shoving him away from you.Â
âDo that again and Iâm sitting in my own lounger,â you sassed.
âAll this space and you want to sit by yourself. Donât be like that, mama.â
You had glanced in the direction of the children to see if they had overheard, but froze as you saw their hands inching closer to one another. Your hand tapped the top of Rioâs repetitively to get him to look. The two of you shared a smile at the innocence of the situation. Marcus looked back as the two of you tried to focus your attention elsewhere. The teen shook his head as his hand shifted away some. The two of you kissed your teeth and the sound echoed off the theatre walls as Marcus shook his head and Isa giggled.
It felt as if you had ruined the moment, and Rio attempted to correct the situation. Clearing his throat he asked the room, âAnybody want chips? Popcorn? Something to drink?â
You caught on and joined in, âI could go for some ice water and we can share a snack babe. Letâs go round up some refreshments.â
The kids had started to decline, but the two of you left in a hurry.
Rio propped himself against the kitchen island with his hands clasped. You crept towards your husband smirking. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you asked, âHow much time should we give them to be unsupervised?â
âThat depends, mama. Are you trying to be a responsible parent or a laid-back one? Responsible would be in the realm of maybe five or ten minutes. Laidbackâabout twenty or so.â
Rioâs hands traveled the length of your back, down to your plush backside. With a gentle squeeze, he continued, âIâm leaning towards laidback, mama,â he rasped. âMaybe we can take that time alone toâconnect ourselves.â
âYou truly have a one-track mind. We are not about to do anything with a guest in the house. Do you know what teenagers can do in twenty or so minutes?â
âMama, whatâs the most that could happen?â
âOur last child happened in twenty minutes, Rio.â
âWe were pressed for time, and I was down bad for you that night, mama.â
âYouâre always down bad for me. Even at this moment, you are.â
âNo lies told. If you know that, stop playing. Câmere, mama.â
Rio nibbled at your neck, even as you continued to protest, âRio, seriously. We should head back soon.â
âCâmon, mama. Let that boy cook for a few minutes. I told him to take things slow and to never do anything like that under his momâs or our roof.â
âOh, and you think thatâs gonâ stop him?â
âWhy wouldnât it?â
âThis is coming from the man, that was giving me backshots under his grandmotherâs roof last Christmas.â
âWeâre married with a ton of children. Trust and believe, she knows youâre getting handed pipe left and right, mama.â
âYou get on my damn nerves. Always got a responseâ.â
The sentence came to a halt as Rioâs hand slipped into the opening of your dress, tugging a nipple through the silk material of your bra.
âF-fuck, Rio, donât.â
His lips hovered over yours. The minty freshness of his breath fanning across your bottom lip. He nipped at it before asking, âYou really want me to stop, mama?â
âPantry, now.â
With those two words, Rio picked you up, legs wrapping around his waist, as he carried you to the destination. The door softly clicked closed, as he pressed you against some of the shelving. Your lips collided, tongues stroking one another, battling for dominance. The hem of your dress shifted upward, bunching at your waist. Rio groaned as his tented dark wash jeans ground against your damp panties. A moan slipped from your lips and he shushed you.
âGotta keep quiet baby,â he whispered as his lips moved to suck at your throat.
His lips continued to nip and suck at your flesh. His long muscular fingers tugged your panties to the side as two fingers massaged your folds before gliding in to slowly stretch you out. The delicious feeling turned you into a whimpering mess as your hips began to rock against his movements.
âYeah, just like that, mama. Are you gonna be my good girl and come all over my fingers? Yeah, you are. Arenât you?â
He leaned in, tucking into the side of your neck, and whispered, âBite down on my shoulder if you need to, darling.â
One of your hands slipped under his shirt as your nails scratched at his skin. You leaned back and pleaded, âChoke me, Daddy. Keep me quiet.â
The minute his hand wrapped around your throat, Rio added a third finger, thrusting in quick, deep strokes. His lips pecked your lips as he groaned, âCome for me, mama. Make a mess all over my fingers.â
All you needed was one last stroke to send you over the edge, but everything came to a halt as you both heard footsteps coming toward the kitchen. The two of you broke apart, fixing your clothes at the speed of lightning. The moment the knob to the pantry door turned, Rio snatched it open, pulling it closed with a bag of chips and a case of soda under his arm.
Marcus eyed his father suspiciously before speaking, âIsa got thirsty and you two were taking forever. So I came to get her some fruit snacks and a soda.â
Rio handed him a soda and explained, âWe were coming back. Your pops negotiated a little alone time for ya. Did anything interesting happen?â
Marcus blushed a bit and responded, âPops, canât we talk about this later? I donât want to keep Isa waiting.â
âYou right man. Here take this soda and Iâll bring the fruit snacks and the rest of the stuff. Ma and I will be right in. She had to take care of something right quick.â
âAlright, Pops. Thanks.â
Marcus made it a few steps out of the kitchen before ducking his head back around the corner. Rio had started to turn back toward the pantry as he spoke up, âPops? Tell Ma she can come out of the pantry now. Next time aim for a place that doesnât house the food we eat.â
âYeah, okay, wiseass. Youâll understand when you get older and have your own meddlesome ass kids. Take your lady her beverage and mind your business. You just couldnât let your daddy cook in peace. Could you son?â
You were mortified and could barely look your bonus son in the eye for days.
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