#i guess having husband and a few kids does that to you
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── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your daughter really wants a cat, and you're adamant that the answer is no... until it starts to look like a yes.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sanji x wife!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: daughter oc, sanji and reader have a child, chaos ensues, no use of Y/N
𝐚/𝐧: a very happy mother's day to all the mothers out there! had this in the drafts so i decided today would be the perfect day to finish it :)
“So unfair!”
“Dyla! Dyla!” You called after your daughter as she sprinted down the hall, nearly slipping on her socked feet, and disappeared around the corner. A door slammed a second later.
You ran a hand over your face as your husband sauntered in from the kitchen, eyeing the hall as if to see that the coast was clear. Sanji had a habit of disappearing the moment your daughter showed signs of a tantrum.
Today was one of the worst ones, all because you’d told her no. Sighing, you managed not to throttle Sanji when he grinned and offered you a cookie, fresh from the oven. You swiped it and took a bite, letting the stress roll off your shoulders as the cookie melted on your tongue.
“What’s she fussing about?” Sanji wondered, prompting you to roll your eyes to the heavens as you shoved the whole cookie in your mouth, swallowing it too early and wincing as you choked it down.
“She wants a cat,” you told him as you placed your hands on your hips.
Sanji raised a brow. “And you said no?”
“Of course I said no!” You pinched your brow. “We can’t take care of a cat.”
“... Why not?”
You shot him a sharp look, gesturing toward the window giving you a beautiful view of the sea and her rolling waves. The small ship rocked underneath you. “I’ll give you one guess.”
He followed your gesture and had the nerve to shrug, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “So? Cats love water.”
You flicked his forehead and swept over to clean up the pile of blankets Dyla had left out from her pillow fort. “Wrong. They hate water.”
“A cat would chase off the mice?”
“Whose side are you on, Sanji?” You tossed all the blankets into one pile as your gaze was drawn back down the hall again.
“No one’s, my love,” he said softly, resting his hands on your shoulders and rubbing small circles on your back. “I’ll talk to her. Maybe Aunt Nami will make her a stuffed cat when we dock in a few days.”
That brought a smile to your face, though only slightly. Sanji pressed a kiss to the back of your head. “She’ll be over it in an hour.”
“You sure?”
“Aren’t I always?”
“... I won’t dignify that with a response.”
And sure enough, three days later, when you docked in Cocoyashi Village, Dyla’s mood had improved greatly. Hopefully, by the time your family returned to your sea-top restaurant drifting somewhere in the East, Dyla will have given up on her cat fixation.
That was until Aunt Nami promptly squashed all your hopes.
“Aww, c’mon,” Nami whined, a pouting Dyla on her hip. “Let ‘er have a cat.”
Sanji barely choked back a laugh at the way your whole face fell at your daughter’s sudden excitement. You ran your hand over your face, pulling at your skin, and shot Nami a glare. “Our lifestyle isn’t ideal for a cat.”
Dyla groaned, dropping her head onto Nami’s shoulder. Catching your eye, Nami chuckled nervously. “Oh, yeah. I don’t think a kitty would like living on the water, kid.”
Again, a prolonged whine came from your child. Nami pursed her lips, obviously trying to think of something, before her face brightened. “Hmm, does it have to be a cat?”
Dyla lifted her chin, head tilted. “Huh?”
“Your pet. Does it have to be a cat?”
Your daughter spent a moment in thought, her eyes flickering to side as if assessing invisible calculations, before she shrugged. “I guess not.”
Nami beamed at her and shot you a grin. “Perfect! What if we find a pet that would love being at sea, huh? I think your mom would compromise.”
Dyla’s hopeful eyes found you in an instant, and you grinned halfheartedly. “If you find a pet that likes water, and promise to take care of it… I’ll say yes.”
She let out a giddy squeal, squirming out of Nami arms and racing toward the rows of tangerine trees. Dyla wasted no time in digging around in the dirt. She talked to herself off in the distance, tripping over roots and kicking around fallen, rotten fruits. Nami bumped your shoulder with her own, now standing between you and your husband. “You’re welcome.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed softly. “With our luck, she’ll bring back a cobra.”
“Compromise,” Nami sang, starting toward the little girl now hanging from a low tree branch, screaming for help at the top of her lungs.
Sanji swept around and took both your hands, quickly drawing you away with a tiny smirk on his lips. You raised a brow. “Yes?”
“The others will be here by evening,” he said. “Which means we only have a few hours to ourselves.”
Shooting a glance back over your shoulder, you found Nami somehow waving you off whilst she held Dyla’s legs up, the girl monkey-barring up and down the branch. You whipped back around and gripped Sanji’s hand in a vice, giggling like a kid again. “Let’s go.”
Up and down the streets of Cocoyashi’s neighboring port, if you could even call the little village a port, you and Sanji raced and teased and danced around markets and docks. His lithe fingers tickled at your slides as he ducked through the meager crowd, and your sneaky hands tugged at his hair before you darted behind a stack of crates.
Sanji’s arms caught your middle when you tried the trick again, laughter spilling from your lips. Chests heaving, he released you just enough for you to spin in his arms and peck his lips. People were staring, sure, but neither of you could care less.
Sanji suggested the pair of you find something to thank Nami for babysitting. Halfway into agreeing, you spotted something… odd, just over his shoulder. Lightly tapping his arm you moved around him and slinked toward the tower of metal crates resting in the shade of a building. Beside it a market stand of various jewels and fine metals were being sold.
“You wanna get her a necklace or somethin’?” Sanji wondered aloud, promptly guiding you forward with a hand on your back till you dug in yoru heels and grabbed him by his shirt sleeve. You only shook your head, slowly approaching the vendor.
You stopped in front of the crate tower, and only then did Sanji realize what the matter was. Within the confines of the very bottom crate was a creature, curled into itself. Its little body was orange and striped and shivering. As you knelt on the ground, two of the tiniest fear-filled yellow eyes peered out at you.
Emotions welled up within you. Reaching out a hand to tap the cage bar, your heart tightened around nothing when the cub flinched away. “That can’t be comfortable, can it…”
“Ah!” The creaky voice of the vendor interrupted your thoughts. “I see you’ve found my little friend!”
Your eyes darted up to find a sorry excuse for a man staring down at you. Sanji stood over you with a matching scowl. The vendor simply kept on with that irritating glow in his eyes. “Right from the jungles of Little Garden!”
Slowly, you rose from the ground and settled the man with a steely look. A thousand possibilities came to mind, but only one arose to topple the rest (a possibility you saw yourself regretting in the very near future). “How much?”
“You won’t find a better—Wait.” The man stammered, hands clasping together as an excited laugh left him. “Of course! You’re very direct, dear! I like it!”
Sanji’s lips curled. “Just tell me the price.”
The man choked on air, cheeks flushing. “Yes, of course. Apologies.” He paused and did a little mental math, taking in the livid expressions on his clients' faces, and also the fact that they seemed in no mood to bargain. “Three thousand berries.”
The expected lashing out, followed by heated bartering, never came. Sanji only reached into his coat pocket and slipped out the appropriate amount of paper slips, slamming it all down on the wooden stand. The vendor’s mouth was agape as he scrambled to pick it all up, absolutely ecstatic at the course of events. “Lovely doing business with you!”
You held back from spitting out what you really wanted to say, instead turning and shoving the tower of crates over, sending them all crashing to the ground. A lid popped off and sent several copies of a supposedly one-of-a-kind bracelet across the market ground (a young woman in the business of purchasing one scoffed and swiftly swept away).
Together, you and Sanji left the scene and the vendor in hindsight, a cramped little crate in the arms of your husband.
Sanji looked down at the crate, then back at you. Your face hadn’t lost that fuming sort of look all the way back to Cocoyashi. “Darling?”
“Hmm?” You blinked suddenly, as if waking up from a bad dream. “Sorry. What?”
“Are you all right?”
You puffed out a sigh. “I’m fine.” Casting the crate a look, “Just wallowing in my hypocrisy.”
“Someone will be happy, though,” Sanji laughed.
You reached Nojiko’s house to find it empty, save for the sleeping form of your host in the dark of her bedroom. Sanji set the crate on the kitchen table and only then did you plop down and run your ahnds through your hair. “I’m too impulsive.”
Sanji came up behind your chair and kissed your head. “No. Just passionate.” He nosed your hair. “I thought it was sweet.”
“Sweet or not,” you started, “we’re down three thousand berries and up one… tiger cub.”
Sanji dropped down to be eye level with the opening of the crate. “I think he’s cute.”
Your husband softened his eyes and inched his hand forward, unthwarted by the cub curling away from his reach. “Dearest, grab some dried tangerines, yeah?”
Choosing to humor him (do tigers even like tangerines?), you rounded the table and swiped a few dried slices form the bowl on the counter. Sanji bounced on his heels like a kid on Christmas, slipping a slice through the bars and waiting. To your great surprise, only seconds passed before the cub lunged forward and took the slice in his little jaws.
Sanji laughed, bright eyes darting up to you. “He likes it!”
You set a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to peer in on your new friend, a grin tugging at your lips. Those little yellow eyes blinked widely as he swallowed all of the treat, a low gurgle signaling his request for more.
Nami and Dyla returned three hours later, your daughter perched on her aunt’s shoulders. Luffy and Chopper were right on their trail after meeting them at the docks, Usopp met up with them on the trail to the orchard, and Zoro appeared somewhere between the docks and the house having little to say about how he got there.
The door swung open and the lot was faced with a peculiar sight; you and Sanji on Nojiko’s couch, which wouldn’t have been odd at all if it weren’t for the tiger curled up on Sanji’s lap.
Nami’s jaw was on the floor, her eyes filled with mirth. She met your eyes and couldn’t hold back her laugh. “That isn’t compromise. That’s conceding.”
Rolling your eyes, you defended weakly. “Plans changed.”
Dyla slid from Nami’s shoulder in one swift motion, on trepid feet as she approached the couch. Her eyes flickered from you and her father before landing on the cub. “Mom?”
“Yes,” you playfully exasperated. “He’s ours.”
She hesitated, eyes widening when the cub yawned, showing off his little fangs. Sanji, barely able to hide his smile, nodded to the bowl on the table. “Bring ‘im a tangerine, love.”
Scrambling to do as he asked, she came back with the whole bowl in hand as the group settled in around the kitchen. Nami hopped onto the table as Zoro leaned beside her, the pair watching on in mixed awe and hilarity.
Zoro scoffed as Dyla squealed at the feel of the cub’s sandpaper tongue on her hand. Despite the apparent smile on his face, he declared to Nami, “If I ever start gettin’ domestic, slap me.”
Nami decided to keep to herself that she knew for a fact Zoro learned to cook just to ensure Luffy ate more than raw materials three meals a day, and that the white powder under his jaw was definitely flour from making pancakes that morning. She pat his shoulder with a shake of her head. “Sure thing, mosshead.”
They tuned back into the conversation just in time to hear Dyla scratch at the cub’s head and announce for them all to hear, “His name is… is… Strawhat!”
The only one to humor the name at all was Luffy, who jumped over to kneel beside Dyla as if he only just tuned into what was happening, his hat hung on the back of his neck. You chuckled wryly. “You sure? You can think of something—”
“Strawhat.” Dyla crept closer to the little tiger, locking eyes with the creature and having some sort of surreal connection only a child could understand. “His name is Strawhat.”
Strawhat mewled as if to agree, pawing at Dyla’s pigtail.
“He’s really cute!” Luffy bellowed through a laugh, waggling his fingers in front of the cub’s face and getting a swipe of claws in return. “Hey, easy, buddy!”
“Quiet down!” Nojiko appeared in all her sleepy glory, hands bracing herself on the door frames, and her eyes scanned over the room till she found Strawhat. She silently blinked and breathed till she shook her head and retreated into her room, murmuring under her breath.
Luffy broke the silent moment by tucking his hat on Dyla’s head, dragging another stifled laugh from her. Strawhat crawled toward her till they were nose to nose, and the cub sneezed so suddenly Dyla lurched backward. A laugh bubbled out of you, hardly hidden behind your hand as you leaned into Sanji. The day’s events quickly caught up to you as your eyes fluttered upon the scene of Luffy and Dyla playing with the tiger cub, now feeling safe and content in that little house with your daughter.
Sanji’s lips found your temple as you struggled to stay awake. Across the room, Zoro rolled his eyes while Usopp and Nami awed, and Chopper finally joined in on the fun and started up a conversation with the little tiger cub.
Safe to say Nojiko was irate by morning, but Dyla smile was positively brilliant.
#sanji#sanji x reader#one piece live action x reader#one piece#opla#opla sanji#opla x reader#x reader#reader insert#female reader#sanji's sister saga#one piece x reader#op x reader#sanji x yn#sanji x you
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saw a friend's update about her meeting with a couple of our college batch mates and one of em I'm not really close with so I don't follow her online anyway she looks like she aged 20 years since I last saw her 💀💀💀
#i guess having husband and a few kids does that to you#especially if your husband expect you to do everything. (men in my culture are like that.)#full time job a household with kids and husband to manage?? that sounds exhausting#kudos to those who can do all that i cant even work exercise watch tv and cook on the same day. i can only do 2 at a time#chrmz.txt
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I think you're either team ghost x civilian wife! reader where the rest of the 141 have no idea you exist or team they know and it's a very familial like and I'm the first one
simon who does everything he can to keep you his secret, even more so when your family starts to grow. when he's finished with a mission he will spend the next 48hrs barely sleeping, moving around to make sure no one is on his tail before making it home into your arms.
it's not that he doesn't trust the 141, but you and your family are far too precious to trust anyone with. you've heard the stories of all of the other men, are sure you would need only one look at them to be able to guess which man belongs to the many names he's told you over the years, but you're aware they don't know that you exist.
that on the rare nights simon ventures out to meet them for a sole pint between missions they think he's holed up in some bachelor flat back in manchester, perhaps with a string of women that come and go, but they couldn't be more wrong with his wedding band hidden under his gloves when he's home like now or safely in his drawer at home when he's on missions.
and it's not that he doesn't wish he could shout about you from the rooftops. everyone in your town knows that the big scary man whose face is always conveniently hidden in the shadows has a missus at home who brings your chubby babies to the toddlers and drops your kids off at school.
but the 141 don't know about you, not until enough time has passed since simon retired to consider it safe enough. simon with his aching joints and trembling hands, the ringing in his right ear and back pain that requires at least two, hour long soaks in the bath a week. simon the husband and dad who has butterfly clips in his hair and at least one nail painted from the game of hairdressers his oldest likes to play, a bright pink plaster on his knee to match the youngest, and one hand on your belly at all times with the third (and final in your opinion but simon is working on that) of your brood.
simon who is out for drinks with the 141 three years after retirement and slips and says something about moving house and the hassle, the rest of the men deciding they will help and so simon decides it's finally time. but he doesn't forewarn them about his family before the day, standing in the garden of your packed up house that your family has outgrown while the men stumble out of the van they hired only to stop dead in their tracks when they see you.
you who is waving in the doorway, a toddler on your hip and looking like you're about to pop while another child - maybe six or seven by their guesses - swings from simon's arm, with a dog jumping up paws on his chest. and like the man he is he doesn't explain, just jerks his chin towards the piles of boxes and empty moving van he's started to pack.
"think you can start making a move on that?"
a few hours later and still no explanation from simon, he's in the first van packed with all the furniture and bigger boxes with you and the kids and the guys follow behind, slack jawed and still confused as they stay speechless until they pull up at the new house.
they're still staring at you as you pile out of the first van and you're shaking your head, elbowing simon in the ribs and muttering a "put them out their misery, Si" and they swear they almost drop dead when they see how gently he handles you, an arm around your waist and a kiss to your temple as he guides you and the two gremlins towards the guys while the dog starts sniffing around its new home.
"fellas, this is the missus and kids," he says and you roll your eyes, holding out your hand towards them and introducing yourself by name, adding on the kids who beam up shyly at these strangers.
that seems to shake them out of it. john takes your hand first, shaking and turning to simon with a "you hide her away in case we try to steal her from you?" he winks and you and only grins wider when simon's hand on your hip seems to squeeze tighter. gaz and soap are bending down and coaxing your two girls out of their shyness, complimenting their light up trainers and asking if it makes them run faster before cheering them on as they run to the front door and back.
they set you up on a fold out chair and do all the heavy lifting as you point them and the boxes in their arms to their correct rooms. later, Simon treats them to dinner (a takeaway) and has you sitting on his knee with the girls in bed and for the first time he spends a night with the guys telling you stories of Simon "Ghost" Riley.
"they're lyin' love," he'll mumble in your ear at every story, "don't believe them do ya?" his hand strokes up your back, squeezing your neck.
"yeah, babe, believe you," you say while smiling at the men around your new dining room table, men who have saved your husbands life more times than he can count, and you find yourself curling closer to simon because of that
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley x y/n#simon ghost riley x y/n#simon riley x female reader
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bad girl
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
word count: 4.1k
summary: you're staying in your hometown for a couple of months with your mom and relatively new stepdad. he walks in on you masturbating, and is surprised at the sort of porn you've been watching. no outbreak. very smutty. 18+
warnings: ooh god where to begin??, reader is kind of a detached menace but in a fun way?, masturbation, porn watching, infidelity, choking, pussy slapping, pussy eating, unsafe piv, dirty talk, big dick, daddy kink, bit of breeding kink, age difference (unspecified, but reader is late 20s, joel mid-40s or whatever you like really), begging, slight dom/sub vibes, readers mum is a ho, somewhat degrading language (probably other warnings????)
a/n: honestly don't know what happened here. one minute i was working on what i intended to be a lil daddy kink drabble and then it turned into a whole other beast. also--i'm a recently out nb person but feel most of my writing has focused on fem readers. any nbs out there who'd want smut more tailored to us??? doesn't come up in this fic, but in my heart joel miller is bisexual and would make for some gr8 gender play ahhhh
you had only met your stepdad twice before he married your mom, and only a couple of times since, and you could never quite get a read on him. he seemed quiet and gruff. upsettingly hot with his salt and pepper hair, and his biceps, and his little bit of tummy, but seemingly entirely unattainable (how your mom pulled him, you'll never know). your mom didn't have the greatest track record as far as not cheating on her husbands, and you didn't know how much or how little he knew about her past, but you were incredibly curious how long this one'd last.
he's polite. enigmatic. a man of few words. he had two kids, who you hadn't actually met yet, but they were a few years younger than you and away at college--one daughter from a previous marriage, the other adopted when he was a single dad.
you'd only been staying here for a couple of weeks, usually only home for two months out of the year to do some freelance work and catch up with friends, but since your mom got remarried (again) you're adjusting to the new dynamic. you didn't have the best relationship with your mom, but you didn't argue. didn't fight. didn't have enough interest or passion to try and make her angry. you had a mutual understanding--you'd stay here for a couple months of the year, rent-free, and you wouldn't get into it with her about how her four husbands and a dozen boyfriends in between them in the nearly thirty years you'd been alive had simply made you impassive towards most men, knowing they'd never be able to stick around, and instead you took what you wanted and then ditched them before they could ditch you. to say you had daddy issues was just the tip of the iceberg.
there's only been one family dinner night since you've been back, but calling it awkward was an understatement. you were sat in almost total silence, as your mom scrolls on her phone and joel scoops up some mashed potatoes and slaps them onto his plate.
"so, uh-," he begins, clearly not sure how to start a conversation, "how's your work been going? guessing it's pretty slow these months since you're able to take the time away? your freelance stuff going well?"
"sure," you agree, "it does get slow this time of year. freelance has been good. got a couple of projects i'm enjoying working on."
there's another silence.
"your momma said you'd been dating someone you met at your work? how's that been going?"
you laughed, thinking back to one of the only guys you'd mentioned to your mother, less out of a closeness to him and more because you wanted your mom to get off your case, "honestly, that ended a while ago. he was a pretty terrible lay."
joel clearly wasn't expecting that, and you smirked at him as he choked on the beer he was sipping, coughing and trying to cover up any spittle. your mom gently pats him on the back, still staring at her phone, not even listening. typical.
not sure how to follow this up, joel just shrugs and puts on a stoic face. "sorry to hear about that, sweetheart. what a shame."
you'd be lying if you said that didn't make your heart flutter just a little.
you've attuned to the general framework of home again. you've noticed a few other things, too. first, your stepdad seems to be taking a whole lot of evening shifts. second, your mom seems to be out when he's out, too, but always manages to slip in just before he gets home. finally, if there's one thing you know about joel, it's that if he's working an evening shift, you can pretty much guarantee that he's gonna be at least an hour later coming home than he says he'll be. more often than not, two. you've been here for sixteen days, and in the eleven days he's worked late, he's been late late. and this morning, joel said he wouldn't be home till at least 9pm.
it's only 5pm, so you think absolutely nothing of it when you pull up your favorite porn site, careless about keeping your bedroom door closed.
sometimes it takes you a long time to decide on what porn to watch. sometimes you want the release, and just need something that'll get you there quick. and then there are some days where you know exactly what you want. you know exactly how you want it, and you know just where to find it.
you've got an incognito browser up as you scroll through the page till you find the section you're looking for. click open a couple of videos in separate tabs. skip the ads.
place the laptop beside you, choose one to start with, and watch as the scene unfolds.
you need this. it's only been a couple of weeks since you've gotten laid, but you and your most recent fuck buddy have more or less broken up and you are extraordinarily horny, with no outlet besides your hand (and, technically, your trusty magic wand, but you forgot to bring your charging cable and she's only got so much life in her).
you focus on the scene, slowly dragging your fingers along your pussy lips, your other hand pinching and twisting at a nipple. you listen to the moans on screen as you tease yourself, dipping a finger into your tight, wet heat, and then adding another. the friction begins to build, and the pressure you're putting on your clit is just right.
"fuck", you let out a breathless moan as you start finger fucking yourself in earnest. your hips are stuttering and you feel it building so deliciously and you absolutely don't hear the knock on your door and the slight clear of a throat.
and then you register it, a couple of moments later.
you look up from your laptop screen and towards your door and you see your stepdad, cup of coffee in hand, and he's staring at you with an expression you can't parse, one eyebrow raised.
you buffer, taking a moment more for you to react to him, and you manage it in the worst possible way.
"fuck!!" you shout, slamming the laptop shut and practically flinging it away from you, pulling your hand from under the sheets and not-so-subtly wiping your slick on your duvet, and pulling your top back down over your tits. it's all done in a split second, and it was neither low-key nor quiet. you know your face is growing more flushed by the moment, and you can swear joel is actually smirking.
you stare each other down before you finally speak, "what are you doing home so early?"
"i live here," joel shrugs, takes a sip of the coffee, and then realises he might sound like a bit of a dick. "just- uh. just found out some... shitty news. decided to take the day off."
you almost forget the situation, quick to voice your worry--"are you okay joel? what's going on?"
he snorts. opens his mouth and closes it, as if he's decided better of it, and then opens it again. "just found out your mom's been stepping out on me. well. thought it was true for a while, but my brother just saw her with some guy. guess that's all the confirmation i need." he laughs, wryly, and his smile is dangerous.
"well shit," you say. it doesn't surprise you in the least, but you're not sure if it'd be better or worse to acknowledge that, and then you immediately remember your newest stepfather just caught you masturbating and you're deeply self conscious again.
"i'm really sorry, joel, but you've clearly-" you clear your throat, "caught me at a bad time. is there something i can help you with?"
he looks you up and down for a moment, and you can swear he's looking at your mouth for a second longer than you'd expect.
"well," he says, "i'd come up to see if you wanted anything for dinner. i was gonna order takeout."
there's a long pause.
"but now i'm curious about what i interrupted."
your eyes widen.
"let me see your computer. i wanna know what you were watching that you're so embarrassed of."
you immediately grab your laptop close to you and shake your head. this is something joel cannot see. "absolutely fuckin not," you tell him, and his smile gets sharper.
"i wasn't askin', sweetheart."
there's something dangerous about him now, and even though it frightens you, it's somehow exciting, too. commanding. persuasive.
he puts his mug down, and you barely think about what you're doing when you hand him the laptop, type in the password, and turn it around towards him.
you can't bare to look at the screen at the same time as him. it's fucked up and weird and he'd have every reason to avoid you forever after this, but there's a small (but persuasive) part of you that's telling you that this is a line he's willingly crossing, and there's a charge beneath it, and maybe you could get from him exactly what you want.
you study his face as he scrolls down the page. you hear him click, but no sound starts playing--he must be looking at the other tabs.
his eyes widen, and you can hear your heartbeat pounding as you watch his face.
you want him to say something. you need him to say something.
he hits play on one of the videos and the room is immediately fills with the sounds of slick flesh and moans and cries of "oh, daddy, oh daddy please--"
it's only then that he looks at you.
"well aren't you a filthy girl, hmm?" joel ridicules, "and don't think i don't notice the trend with these little videos of yours."
it's humiliating. you almost expect to die out of embarrassment right on the spot.
"look at some of these titles," joel continues, "stepdaughter gets fingerfucked by stepdaddy, stepdaughter's pussy pumped with daddy's cum ASMR, jesus christ girl-" he laughs, incredulous, "letting my stepdaddy breed my little hole".
joel's staring you down and you still haven't said anything, and that just won't do.
"these the usual kinda thing you like to touch yourself to? or is this a new subject now that you're home, spending time around your stepdaddy?"
"i-" you start, "i don't know, i-"
it's not an act, you're pretty fuckin frazzled, practically cocooning yourself in your covers and you shrink back in shame, and this seems to amuse joel to no end
"how's this, sweet girl," he says, and you realise he's been getting closer and closer to you and now he's seated only inches from your bare legs and pussy, still covered up with your blankets, "you tell me to stop, and i'll leave this room right now and close the door and we can pretend i never saw anything here-"
"no!" you cry out, and then slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide at yourself while joel starts to chuckle.
"or," he continues, "you can let your stepdaddy make you feel real good."
"yes-" you cry, and not a moment later, the blankets are being pulled back and he's stroking two thick fingers along your cunt.
"there's a good girl," he says, and actually groans as he dips into you, collecting your slick, "so fucking wet for me. it is me you've been thinking about, ain't it?" he asks.
"yes joel," you say, because it's the fucking truth. you've been thinking about him nonstop for a while now, thinking about how his muscled arms look in those stupid threadbare t-shirts, thinking about the sigh he makes when he's had his first sip of a cold beer, thinking about the silver of his hair, the brown of his eyes, and the mere idea of what his cock might taste like. "i've wanted you to fuck me since i first met you."
he lets out a fuckin growl and presses his fingers into you. "such a cute little pussy, already dripping for me, huh?" he moans, and it's two digits pressing into you, but you've been working yourself up for a little while now and you're already swollen and wet and they slip right in. he finger fucks you for a moment before turning back to the laptop.
"which one's your favorite?" he nods at your screen, "which one do you watch and wish it was happening to you?"
you swallow and click back to another tab.
"letting my stepdaddy breed my little hole?", he snorts, "you really are a dirty girl, aren't you? get up off the bed." he commands.
you obey, standing up and kicking off the panties still around your ankles.
"and take that top off," he commands, and you do, pulling your top up over your tits and melting at the sound of his groan at seeing you bare for him.
he sits down on the bed with his legs spread, jeans still on. "you come sit here by daddy's lap," he says, and you do, sitting in between his thighs, inching back ever so slightly until you could feel his hard cock straining against his pants.
he runs his fingertips down your body, down your breasts and torso, dipping into your bellybutton, before drawing little circles on your hips.
'hit play," he says, and you grab the laptop next to you and resume the video.
he copies the video, rubbing one hand along your pussy and the other holding your thighs open.
"that's it," he coaxes, "keep those legs open for me, yeah?"
you're about to agree, when he starts stroking little circles around your already stimulated clit and the ability to speak leaves you. all you can do is focus on trying to keep your legs open, but your thighs are already almost quivering and he only chuckles.
"barely even touched you and you're already stupid."
you tried to nod and let out a sad whimper, tipping your head back and resting on his shoulder. he keeps his thumb pressed on your clit while he pumps his middle and index fingers in and out of you. it's so wonderfully, deliciously wrong. it feels addictive.
"you're doing so good, sweetheart, fucking on daddy's fingers like that," he praises, and it sends another spark of electricity building in your centre. encouraged, you start rocking your hips towards him, meeting each thrust of his fingers. "ready for another one?" he asks, and you nod vigorously.
he takes a moment to hold open your pussy and lean over you to look at it, stroking his fingertips along the outer lips, gathering some of your arousal, and prodding back your hood to get a little direct contact with your clit that leaves you writhing and gasping. he's smirking again, and presses a third finger into you. he curls them upwards, fucking the digits into you so nicely, and you enjoy the sensation as your arousal builds and builds and builds and-- as you come, you white out for just a moment, and as you come back into reality you can hear him speaking to you, "oh you're clenching so tight on my fingers, messy girl, look how you're dripping so nice down my fuckin' wrist. you're a nasty little slut, just like your momma huh? but i know you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, ain't ya?"
you continue to grind on his hand as his fingers stay buried in you, as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. only when you still does joel pull his fingers out of you.
as if hypnotised, he examines the arousal coating them. then, quick as anything, he pops his fingers in his mouth and sucks off your slick, immediately looking sheepish as though this was the only line he'd just crossed.
as quickly as he had become shy, he switched back to overt confidence. "y'just taste so good, sweetheart," he says, and then starts stroking your pussy again. "you're gonna let me have a proper taste, aren't you honey?"
you nod helplessly. it's so fucking good, it's too fucking good.
he scoots out from behind you and you buckle a little, toppling back onto the space he left. he's in front of you now and presses your thighs apart again, dropping to his knees on front of the bed's edge. he runs his tongue up your inner thigh, chuckling at your whimpers as he bites and nips at the sensitive skin. he takes a tentative lick, drawing his tongue towards your clit, circling it gently, and then dipping back before pulling off you for a moment.
"y'taste so fucking nice," he breathes, and his exhale on your slick pussy is exquisite. "i could just drink you up."
he presses the hood of your clit back once more, leaving his thumb there, applying perfect pressure as he flicks his tongue directly on that bundle of nerve endings and you feel like you're on fire.
"fuck, joel, yes-" you cry out, but he pulls back and shushes you.
"shhh," he says, "you don't call me joel right now, baby."
"i don't-?" you say, taken aback by the sudden lack of contact. then it clicks. "daddy-"
he smirks, "that's a good girl, sweetheart. wasn't too hard, now, was it?"
"no, daddy," you agree, and he's already diving back in, pressing his tongue into you in long strokes, letting you grind against his nose, his lips, the scratch of his cheeks, every movement he's making is so fucking perfect.
as he devours you, he presses his fingers into you again, and then you can't help yourself. you rut up on him, totally unable to practice anything resembling self restraint. in between strokes of his tongue, he pulls back and tells you, "i'm gonna need at least one more from you, baby, before you even get to think about sitting on this cock."
you let out a crazed whine, feeling joel's chuckle as he dives back in, eating your pussy like he was made to do only that.
he continues to build you up and up and without warning, you reach your peak again and come all over his face, your wet pussy drenching him and he closes his eyes and eats you through it like a man starved.
"fuck, baby," he says, "you taste so damn good, i could do that all day long."
you're splayed out, totally bare, the slick on your thighs cooling with the lack of contact. joel's looking you up and down, admiring your flushed body as he starts to undo his belt and drop his pants, your stomach flipping at the soft thunk of his belt hitting the floor.
you could feel, through his jeans, that his cock wasn't small, but you sure as fuck didn't anticipate just how thick and heavy it would hang between his wonderfully muscled thighs.
"you'd better get over here and fuck me, old man," you tease, and he snorts, before pulling you towards him by your ankles and landing a smack on your bare pussy.
"watch your manners, girl," he sneers.
"fuck!" you cry as you ride out the sensation, and he moves to slap you again, but your thighs are so slick his hand slips when he makes contact and accidentally presses you just right on your overstimulated clit, and to the surprise of both of you, you come again instantly.
he watches you, wide eyed, as you scream and your pussy clenches around nothing.
"you're just too easy, sweetheart," he laughs, "can't believe that little boyfriend of yours was such a bad lay when you're so goddamn easy. barely have to touch you and you're coming again and again for me."
"he'd just put it in, give it a couple thrusts, groan, and roll over," you snorted, loving the way joel's jaw clenches at your words, "besides, i prefer an older man."
"that's a damn shame, honey," he growls, "but i'm sure we can get ya taken care of."
you both realise at the same time that the video is still playing, as some particularly loud moans come through the speaker. you look over, and you swear you can see joel's eyes dilate as he watches.
that's a good girl, the man in the video croons, taking all of daddy's dick. wanna breed you full of me, fill you full of daddy's cum, you'd like that, huh?
you swallow and look back at joel. he looks ravenous.
"you love watching such dirty shit, don't you, baby?" joel asks, and starts teasingly rubbing your swollen clit again with his forefinger.
"yes daddy, please-" you agree, trying to chase the sensation, "please, i need your cock daddy, fill me up just like that-"
he lines himself up, notching the head of his thick cock at your entrance, and you're practically vibrating with need. it's not a want, it really is a need, if you don't have his cock right now you're probably gonna die and you need it you need it you need it so fucking badly
he laughs, and you realise you said all of that aloud, but you don't even have the capacity to feel truly shameful right now, you just need to feel him.
"c'mon, jo- daddy," you whine, "gotta feel you-"
"uh-uh, sweet thing," he chides, "i think you need to beg for it. you've got no manners, and knowing it's your momma who raised you it's pretty clear why, but you need to learn how to be a good girl. daddy's gonna teach you how to behave right here and now. got it?"
you let out a sharp exhale. "yes daddy."
"now beg."
two words shouldn't have such an ability to wreck you, but they do, and before you know it, you're rubbing your drooling pussy up against his cock head, rutting against him, begging and pleading-
"please, daddy, please fuck this wet pussy, you know how wrecked you've made me, turned me on so good, made me drip for you, made me come again and again on your fingers, i just wanna make you feel good, wanna take that cock, take everything you have to give, fuck me hard and fast and please, daddy, please--"
he cups your chin for just a moment, stroking a thumb along your jawline.
"that's better," he soothes, "what a good girl," and then he's slamming into you.
good fucking god he's huge, and you can swear you can feel every ridge, every vein, the swell of his shaft, the notch of his head, he's stretching you out deliciously.
you tilt your head back, leaving your throat bare, and let out a rough plea of, "choke me, daddy," and he doesn't need to be told twice, wrapping his hand around your neck and putting pressure in exactly the right spot. you can already feel the haziness building, and his thrusts keep coming fast and deep and you can feel the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.
"jesus christ, girl," he whines, and his thrusts start to falter a little, "you're gonna be the death of me. letting daddy use this nice little pussy just so he can feel good-"
his words begin to tip you over, and you know what you want-
"come inside me, daddy," you choke through the pressure around your throat, "fill me up, make yourself feel good, give it all to me-"
that does him in, and he lets out a strangled moan, coming inside you right as you come one last time, walls clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.
he releases your throat, and you both lay there for a minute, both totally fucked out.
after a minute, joel gingerly pulls out of you and lets out a weary groan.
"gonna be the death of me, woman," he snorts, and walks to your bathroom to clean himself up. he comes back a minute later with a cloth. you're expecting him to wipe you up, but first, he takes a moment to examine the cum that's dripping out of you.
"look so pretty like this, sweetheart," he smiles, presses his cum back into you, and then wipes down your slick thighs with the cloth.
"shit, joel-" you say, "who'd have thought you had that in you, old man?"
he rolls his eyes but he's still smiling, and then you sit together for a minute in comfortable silence. joel stands up after a while and grabs his coffee mug. takes a sip that you know must be cold by now, but he seems unbothered.
before he can leave, you stop him. "so-" you ask, "is this a one time thing, or?"
he shrugs, seemingly indifferent. "no reason i need to let your momma know what i know yet. and i reckon there's a lot more fun we can have before that happens."
you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and your shoulders relax.
"good." you say, and joel smiles.
"good," he repeats. "now, i know i've worked up quite an appetite and i'm guessing you might have, too. you pick the takeout, i'll go pick it up."
"thanks, joel." you smile, and you're already thinking of the next time as you scroll takeout options on your phone.
that's it. you're fucking addicted, and goddamn you can't wait for your next hit.
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Gamer Dad
"Man, my hair looked so good yesterday." Aaron uploaded the picture to his dating profile. "That just about does it." He said as he typed out the last bit of his bio. "I want to be the type of dad that plays video games with his kids." He clicked 'done' and closed his phone.
Aaron made his way to his bathroom to take a shower. On his short trek to the bathroom, he couldn't help but think about what he wrote down. He was nearly 30 and desperately wanted kids, but he kinda needed a partner before he was going to do that. All he could think about was being a 'cool dad'.
He opened the door and entered his bathroom. He threw off his shirt and turned to the mirror.
He looked confused for a moment as he rubbed his hand through his short hair. "I could have sworn it was longer than this?" He then questioned how his beard seemed busier than it was before, he didn't even think he could grow this kind of beard. The thoughts didn't last long though, he remembered this was always what he looked like. He suddenly remembered he was able to grow a beard like that since high school, and his workout routine from playing football gave him the muscly frame he has now even in his early thirties.
He jumped into the shower, letting the hot water coat his hairy body. He rubbed shampoo into his short hair and scrubbed his thick muscles with body wash. He rinsed off and got out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his thick waist and... Wait thick waist? Aaron looked in the mirror to see a solid beer belly spilling over his towel.
He was shocked for a moment, he was trying to think of his days in football and his workout routine. But then he remembered that was before he got married. Since then, his husband has been more than happy to cook him fancy meals, which definitely takes a toll. He looked up and saw his balding head. "Well that's just what happens when you get to your late thirties," he reasoned. "At least I got my beard," he said as he rubbed his hands through his thick facial hair.
Aaron tried to put his shorts back on, but they didn't get past his thighs. He let out a deep sigh, this isn't the first time this has happened recently. He made his way to his room to try and find some clothes that fit. He tried on shirt after shirt and multiple pairs of shorts with no success. All the shirts either can't get past his gut or his biceps can't fit through his sleeves. "Damn I didn't think it was that bad." Aaron walked in front of the mirror in his room.
"You've really let yourself go huh?" He scolded himself. "Well I guess it's normal to keep on some weight after being pregnant, I just didn't think it was this bad." He stared at his body intently. "At least you got these guns, not many guys in their forties can say that." He flexed.
After rummaging through his closet, he managed to find some large gym shorts from a few Christmases ago. His husband accidentally bought him a size too big and he kept it for some reason, well it's coming in handy now.
He hobbled his massive body over to his living room and plopped himself down onto his couch. He put his headphones on, feeling the cold padding on his balding head. He leaned back, feeling his gut spill onto his lap. He smiled as he felt his baby kick.
*Click*
The front door opened. "I'm home!" Yusuf yelled. Aaron ran to the kitchen as soon as he heard. He turned the corner and caught his husband undressing.
"Did you pick up the cookies I like?" Aaron asked excitedly.
"Yes" Yusuf replied with a chuckle, "I remembered you liked them when you were pregnant with Jeremy, so I figured you'd want them now."
"I love you so much!" Aaron said as he stuffed a cookie down his mouth.
"You know, you eat like you did with Jeremy, you're gonna gain a bunch of weight again." He said as he leaned in and placed a hand on Aaron's stomach.
"Not my fault you got me pregnant again." Aaron defended.
"Not my fault you're a bottom!" Yusuf retorted.
"Oh you wanna play dirty, huh?" Aaron scoffed.
"I love to play dirty. By the way it's your turn to pick up Jeremy from school." Yusuf said as he continued to get undressed.
"What?"
"Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're excused from every chore." He said sarcastically, "besides you're the one who always wants to talk to him about video games."
Aaron sighed in response.
"I bet we have enough time before you have to leave."
Aaron smiled as he followed his husband to their bedroom.
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wondrous | lmh (m)
summary: pregnancy is strange and uncomfortable and even kind of gross, but your loving husband is always willing to show you just how desirable and wonderful you are.
pairing: lee know x fem reader
genre: smut
word count: 5.3k
rating: mature (18+)
warnings & features: profanity; pregnancy; some body insecurities; binary gender talk; graphic sexual content; pregnant sex; dirty talk; lactation kink; creampie
author’s note: rewritten for stray kids and reuploaded from my old blog. hope you enjoy!
( click here to read on AO3 instead )
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Slamming the car door with more force than necessary is childish, and if your husband were here, he would probably tell you so. Well, maybe not in such blatant terms. First, he would probably ask you to explain what led you to such pissy behavior, and your answer would be that you’re frustrated and out of patience.
You hate that your patience is in such short supply these days. You know you are going to need all of it and then some when the baby comes.
You rest one of your hands on the crest of your bulging stomach and sigh softly. “I’m sorry,” you say to the ever-growing baby within. “I guess you might need to be patient with me, too, if it’s not too much to ask.”
The tears well up unbidden. That happens often lately with your hormones on the fritz. Evidently something as mundane as a shopping trip to the mall is enough to upset you nowadays. Then your mind dwells on how you should be grateful to be in a position to buy the things you want and need whenever you want, and that only makes you sob harder.
You allow the silly little breakdown to run its course, knowing it will be better to sit and let it out now before you drive home.
After a few minutes, you sniffle and wipe your wet cheeks in shame. After a couple more minutes of deep breaths, when you are certain you are stable enough to drive, you start the engine.
The commute home gives you some time to decompress, and the sight of Minho’s car in the driveway lifts your spirits. He told you this morning that he might have to work late this evening — which was fine by you since it translated to having more money for the pending expenses of birthing and raising a child — but having him home is even better.
A loud clang and a muttered curse greet you as you enter the front door. It may not be a polite reaction, but you can’t help but smile at whatever your husband is struggling with in the kitchen. You sling your shopping bags onto the couch and go to rescue him.
Minho is bent over at the waist, rummaging through a bottom cabinet with his backside to you. You take a moment to ogle the fit of his jeans appreciatively before making your presence known.
“Hi honey, need some help?”
He flinches and whirls around. “Heyyy, doll! I didn’t hear you come in.” He hastily combs his fingers through his smooth brown hair as if to compose himself for you.
“That’s because you were busy tearing down the kitchen, from the sound of it,” you laugh.
He does not even dispute your joke. He just groans in frustration and kicks his foot out behind him to close the cabinet. “Where do we keep the rice cooker? I swear I’ve looked everywhere.”
“Did you look here?” You pull open the correct cabinet near your calves and squat down to retrieve it. He rushes to stop you.
“Hey, hey, let me get it.” He comes over and crouches with you only to put his hands on your hips and guide you back up with him. “You shouldn’t exert yourself. I have a bun in that oven, lady.”
You snort loudly. “Don’t I know it. My whole day was an over-exertion, though. I think I can handle stooping over to grab the rice cooker.”
“Oh?” His face becomes concerned, eyebrows wrinkling and pink lips pouting adorably. His hands begin sliding up and down along your sides. “What was wrong with your day?”
“Oh, I’ve just decided I hate shopping for maternity clothes now,” you say, sighing heavily. The statement is so frivolous it makes you cringe, but the rest of your unimportant complaints come flooding out anyway. “They’re all so unflattering, not to mention it’s so uncomfortable trying them on. Getting undressed and redressed is such a pain in the ass. It’s like a whole fucking workout now, I swear to god.”
“Ah, I bet. Poor thing,” Minho says without a trace of condescension to his tone, and you envy his patience. He pulls you in for a hug in his strong arms, and your swollen stomach bumps against his flat one.
Inspired by his understanding, you continue unburdening your rather meaningless worries into his shoulder. “It was so crowded, too. I hate how everyone stares at me all the time just because I’m pregnant. And I especially hate when other parents come up to me and give me advice or tell me stories about their own pregnancies, like I fucking asked.”
Minho laughs and massages his fingertips into the back of your head. “I think they’re just trying to be kind and helpful. They only mean well.”
“Yeah, well, it’s also super annoying.”
“Sorry. What can I do to help?”
You shake your head and step back from him. “Right now I just want to shower and change my clothes. I’m not kidding about that ‘workout.’ I’ve been sweating for hours and I feel disgusting right now. The boob sweat is strong under this sweater right now.”
“Well, we’ve got a towel right here.” He whips the dish towel off the handle of the stove with a flourish and holds it up with a cheeky grin. “Let me help you.”
You laugh. “You want to dry my boobs off with that?”
“It’s clean!”
“Don’t be silly.”
“You’ll be glad for my silliness when our baby comes,” he says, dropping the towel to start tickling you mercilessly.
Your stomach muscles heave with your fit of giggles, and the baby starts kicking to join in on the commotion.
“Ah! No t-tickling, damnit! The b-baby doesn’t like it.”
“No?” Minho stops his playful torment and cups your stomach on either side. It only takes a second for him to feel what you mean. “I think maybe she does.”
“Or he. The baby could be a boy, you know.”
The two of you have decided to keep the gender a surprise until the birth, but that does not stop your husband from speculating.
“Could be,” he says a bit dismissively. He kneels down on the tiled floor so his face is level with your belly-button, which has recently begun to protrude outwards like the rest of you.
He runs his fingers along the surface of your stretched sweater and says quietly, “I just have a hunch that it’s a girl. She’s feisty, like you.” He places a sweet kiss on the top of your belly, then speaks directly to it. “Sorry about the tickling, sweet baby girl. Daddy was just making Mommy laugh to help make her feel better. I have something else that might make her feel better, though.”
“What is it?” you ask.
“Come on, I’ll show you.”
Minho interlocks his fingers with yours and leads you up the stairs — which have become quite the strain on your knees lately — and to the baby’s room.
The moment he pushes open the door, you see exactly what he means. The crib now resembles a crib and not a scattering of wooden pieces strewn around the floor the way they had been for weeks. The inside is lined with blankets and stuffed animals, and the mobile you chose is hanging above it. It could hardly be more picturesque.
With this, the nursery is complete. The painting had been finished a couple months ago, and the other pieces of necessary and decorative furniture have been set in their places for quite some time as well.
“Wow, you actually finished it?” you say. “How did you have time to do that after work today?”
“You were gone for longer than you realize,” he says, chuckling. “I took half the day off to come home and surprise you, but you weren’t here, so I decided to surprise you with this instead.”
“Consider me surprised,” you say with a smile. You squeeze his hand before letting go and walking over to the crib. You give the rail a little shake to test the sturdiness of your husband’s handiwork, and your eyebrows raise in satisfaction at the result.
“I only had to start all over again once,” Minho says proudly, sidling up beside you and gliding a hand along the small of your back to rest on your hip. His thumb traces little circles into it.
“You did a great job,” you say, turning in his hold to wrap your arms around his waist in return, albeit with a bit of difficulty due to your belly getting in the way.
“Glad you like it.” He leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then down to your chin, then back up to your mouth. You smile and chase after his lips when he pulls away, and he laughs as he kisses you again. “Come on, let’s sit for a bit and get you off your feet. Dinner and a shower can wait a little while longer.” He moves over to the rocking chair in the corner and takes a seat, then pats his lap invitingly.
“Min, I’ll crush you,” you say with a shake of your head.
He shakes his head right back. “Oh, stop it. No you won’t. You’re not that heavy, and I’m not that fragile.”
He starts beckoning you by stretching his arms out and repeatedly opening and closing his hands. The action is irresistibly cute, so you relent. You toe off your shoes and go to sit on his proposed seat. You try not to rest too much weight on him as you sit on his knee, but he ruins your position by taking your hips and dragging you further up his muscular thigh.
“Put your legs up on me,” he says. “If it’s not too uncomfortable for you, I mean.”
You do as he says and turn sideways to hoist your legs over his other thigh. Minho holds onto your knee with one hand and wraps his other arm behind your back to keep you in place.
“There we go. Is this okay?” he asks.
You shift and wiggle until your back is relatively comfortable. “I think so. Are you okay?”
He smiles and squeezes you reassuringly. “I’ve got my beautiful wife on my lap... we’re sitting right where we’ll be rocking our baby when she — or he — is born... I’d say I’m pretty perfect.”
You take his word for it and sigh in content, leaning into him and resting your head in the crook of his neck. He lays his cheek against your head and pushes his feet off the floor to begin gently rocking the chair as it was intended.
For a few moments, the two of you sit and rock in silence until Minho begins humming softly. Something mellow and baritone. The melody is one you recognize, but the lyrics to that particular song elude you. You’ll ask him about it later. Right now, the vibrations from his throat and the steady thrum of his heartbeat are lulling you peacefully. The faint scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body seep comfortably into your skin.
You tilt your face up to kiss his throat appreciatively for the comfort he is providing. He hums out of tune at your gentle touch, and you kiss him there again. This time you take a bit of his flesh into your mouth with a delicate suck, and he hisses in a short breath. His reaction spurs you to do it again, and then again, until the honey skin is left pink from the teasing.
“Mm, that feels really good, babe,” Minho murmurs. The pet name makes your heart flutter a bit; it was used so frequently at the start of your relationship, but over the years it has become a bit more rare. It makes you feel a little sexy, even in your sweaty, bloated, and achy state.
“Yeah? Should I keep going?” you ask. Your lips ghost over his neck, and your fingers begin trailing down the center of his chest.
“Please.” There is a slight rasp to the syllable that makes you feel proud considering you have barely even done anything to him.
Your fingers find the hems of his sweater and white t-shirt and begin tugging at them. “Do you mind if I take these off?”
“Not at all.” He shrugs out of his cardigan then lifts his arms so you can have the honor of pulling up his shirt to toss it aside. The taut muscles in his chest and abdomen twitch as your fingertips graze them. Before you get to the waistband of his jeans, Minho takes your wandering fingers and stops you.
“Wait,” he says. You look at him curiously. “You said you had a rough day. I should take care of you.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Well, I figured I could start by getting you out of your clothes, and then we can see where things lead.”
Sex with your husband has been infrequent over the course of your thirty-week pregnancy so far, but it has occurred. The doctor assured you there are no complication risks involved, even when this far along. Your pregnancy is perfectly healthy, and sex is not harmful to the baby, so you and Minho are free to continue your normal sex life.
The problem is you don’t always feel up for sex. Between your various aches and the increasing challenge of finding a comfortable position, you sometimes have to wonder if an orgasm is really worth the trouble. But it has been a while since your last release, and you trust Minho to be caring and attentive, so you nod in agreement.
He guides you to stand up from his lap, and you allow him to remove your shirt. The sheen of sweat that has been building for the greater part of the afternoon is made even more apparent when the open air meets it.
“Ugh, I still feel gross,” you mutter under your breath. The inkling of sexiness you felt just moments ago is already gone.
“You don’t look gross,” Minho says. He scans you from head to toe before settling his gaze on your chest. “Will you take your bra off for me, please?”
You hesitate a few seconds, then unhook the restrictive garment and shrug out of it to let it drop to the floor. The moment it is gone, Minho reaches out to grasp your hips and slide his hands up along the expanse of your stomach. His warm, tender touch sends a shiver through you, and the baby begins fidgeting again. Your husband must feel it, too, because he smiles up at you brightly.
“God, how did I get so lucky? You are so beautiful.” His tone carries real sincerity. “Especially with your body like this, carrying our child. You’re so fucking… wonderful.”
You automatically let out an unflattering snort of self-consciousness as you think of the new stretch marks striping your breasts, hips, and stomach. You can’t even bring yourself to look at them right now.
“I mean it. It’s true,” he insists. His eyes drop to your bare stomach to look at what you will not. “It’s amazing how you’re able to grow a baby inside of you, just because I came in you.”
There is laughter in your breathy exhale. “Gee, you make it sound so sexy, Min.”
“But it is sexy. You’re growing hands and feet and… eyes inside your womb right now, this very moment.”
You wrinkle your nose. “That doesn’t sound sexy at all. It sounds scientific.”
“Yeah, but it’s also kind of magical, isn’t it? And just think about it: you’ll be able to feed the baby with your body, too…” Minho folds his bottom lip between his teeth for a second as he studies your chest with great interest. “Just look at these perfect tits, getting all swollen with milk for our baby.”
He starts to squeeze, lift, and massage your breasts reverently, completely undeterred by the stickiness coated on the undersides of them from your sweat. A quiet moan rumbles up from your throat.
Even though he is being gentle, the stimulation is still enough to make your nipples begin discharging a thick fluid that is slightly yellow in color. The sight of it kind of embarrasses you, even though it is completely natural. Your doctor explained that it is the “pre milk” before your body begins producing normal breast milk after the birth.
“Min…” you fret with a nervous giggle. You peel his hands away and take a step back from him.
“It’s okay, babe,” he says. He stands up and rearranges your hands so that he is the one holding yours. “It’s just your body, don’t be ashamed. I told you, you’re beautiful. You’re wonderful. You’re amazing.”
He lifts the heavy mounds on your chest again and presses them together as if to get a better view of the wetness seeping from them. He swipes his thumbs over both of your wet nipples, then casually sticks one of his thumbs in his mouth as if he has done this many times before.
“Mm, tastes sweet,” he says.
“Does it?”
“Yeah. Can I… do you think I could...” He trails off in a puff that sounds like he is the one who’s embarrassed. Eventually, he blurts, “I want to try some more.”
“What, you want to actually… drink it?” you ask. The notion surprises you, and you want to make sure you are understanding him correctly.
“I’d like to try, if you’re comfortable with that. I just want to appreciate your body in every way.”
Minho rolls a sensitive pebble between his thumb and forefinger as he waits for your reply.
After another second, you nod your consent, and he flashes you a toothy smile before he latches his mouth directly onto your nipple. The touch of his soft lips coupled with the tip of his tongue makes you gasp in pleasure. Goosebumps break out over your skin as he suckles delicately. You have to admit the sensation of the fluid flowing from your nipple is oddly satisfying, and the wet suction sound Minho is creating is more than a little erotic. Heat starts to pool between your legs to dampen your panties.
“Is this okay?” he asks you again, peering up at your face as he switches to the other tit. When his tongue takes the nipple in between his lips, you notice it is coated with a milky sheen.
“Yeah, it… it actually feels really good,” you confess. Without consciously choosing to do it, your thighs press together to apply some pressure to your clit. Even with your stomach in the way, Minho’s smirk tells you he does not miss the action.
“Are you wet down there between your legs, too?”
“Yes.”
“Dripping?”
“Mm…”
“I want to feel.”
“Be my guest,” you invite. He goes to slip his hand past the waistband of your pants, but you quickly instruct, “Just take them off.”
He does not need to be told twice. He detaches from your breast and yanks your pants down to your ankles. You steady yourself on his shoulders as you pull your feet free.
“Panties, too,” you add, but his fingers are already hooking into them.
Once they are shed, Minho takes his time running his warm hands back up your calves to your inner thighs, spreading your legs just a little wider than hip-width apart. He wastes no more time in dipping the pads of three fingers along your slit. The slickness he finds there has both of you groaning lowly.
“You are wet. Is this all because I sucked a little milk from your tits?”
A slow smile grows across your face. “Maybe.”
“Should I suck some more?”
“I don’t think there’s much in there at a time yet, honestly,” you tell him rather seriously. “Not until after the baby is born.”
He hums in understanding. “That’s okay, babe. I’ll settle for eating your pussy, if that’s alright,” he says, sinking two knuckles inside you.
“J-Jesus, Min. Y-yeah. Please.”
He grins, drawing his fingers back a little just to shove them in forcefully. “Alright. Have a seat for me,” he says. He removes his fingers from you and slides them into his mouth for the taste of something else. He really does adore all parts of you.
The rocking chair tips backwards when you settle into it, which only improves the access Minho has to your pussy. He makes it even easier for himself, however, by kneeling down and hoisting your legs onto each of his shoulders.
“Is this good?” he asks. He brings his head between your thighs and dots soft kisses along one of them.
You scoot your butt to the very edge of the seat. “Yeah, for now. I’ll let you know if it starts to hurt.”
“Please do,” he agrees at once.
He leans forward and parts your sticky folds with two fingers before dragging his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top in one slow, firm motion. Your breath hitches in your chest when he buries the pink muscle into your wet hole. He licks in a circle from one pulsing wall to the other and back again, then pulls back and licks his lips.
“Do you want my tongue in you and fingers on your clit, or my tongue on your clit and fingers in you?” he asks. He does not normally require such direct instructions, but he has been so concerned with you in your pregnant state. He wants to make sure he is giving you as much pleasure as possible, and he does not want any room for misunderstanding or disappointment.
“Fingers inside, please,” you say.
Minho fits one finger back inside your pussy, soon followed by a second, and your walls squeeze tightly around the digits to welcome and secure them. Then he flattens his tongue to press it back and forth, up and down over your clit. He builds a steady pace that renders your eyes closed and mouth unhinged to let flow a stream of pleasurable sighs and moans. Your pitch heightens considerably when his fingers hit pay dirt on that spot inside you that always makes your toes curl. When you rock against his face to get all the friction you can, the chair moves with you.
“Shit, this is so hot, babe,” your husband groans from below. “Should’ve eaten you out in a rocking chair a long time ago.”
You start to respond but your words pinch into a squeal from a particularly strong tap against your g-spot with his fingertips, and that seems to be all the answer he could want.
Minho becomes greedy for your unfiltered noises and closes his lips around your clit to suck it the way he sucked your nipples just moments earlier. A shiver tumbles down each rung of your spine, all the way to your clenched toes. Your muscles tense to cope with the sheer intensity of the pleasure being administered to that oh-so-sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. His fingers work tirelessly to undo you in tandem with his skillful tongue. The crest of your climax is drawing near so soon.
“Oh my god, Min,” you breathe with hardly any sound. “Fuck, you’ve got me so close already.”
He grunts his acknowledgement. “Is this how you want to come, doll? All over my fingers? All over my tongue?”
It is very tempting, but you still decline. “N-no. I want you inside me.”
“I’m already inside you.” He twists his fingers pointedly. “Can you be more specific?”
“You know what I mean,” you groan.
He has to get in a few more swipes of his tongue before he can say, “Yeah, but I want to hear you say it. You can have everything you want if you ask me.”
“I want your c-cock inside me. Now, please.”
Minho makes no move to cease his actions other than to briefly retract his tongue to speak again. “You sure you don’t want me to just keep going? You’re so close.”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure. Please, fuck me already.”
The moan he lets out when he pulls away from you and gets to his feet is positively carnal. He rushes to undo his jeans, then shoves both them and his underwear to the floor in one swoop. You tilt your head to take in the view of his erect cock; the bulbous head is nearly purple from engorgement, and there is a glistening wetness at the slit from a buildup of precum.
“How do you want me?” he asks.
“Let’s try the chair.”
“Do you want to bend over it and I’ll fuck you from behind? Or do you want me to sit down and have you ride me?”
“Sit down and I’ll try riding you.”
You rock yourself up and out of the chair, and Minho takes a firm hold of each of your hands to help tug you to your feet. He kisses you quick and sloppy, giving you a quick taste of your arousal, before switching places with you and taking a seat. His cock points upwards as the perfect target for you to sit on.
You face away from him and straddle his legs to get yourself in position. One of his hands steadies your lowering hips as the other lines his dick up for entry. The tip squeezes into your warm wetness with ease. Minho spreads his legs wider and thrusts up to fit a few more inches of himself. With another shove from him and a bit of wriggling on your part, he bottoms out.
“Fuck, you always feel so fucking good,” he rumbles from behind you. Both of his hands are clenched tightly on your hips now.
You moan in agreement. “So do you.”
Bracing yourself on the arms of the chair, you raise yourself up a couple inches, then sink back down swiftly. Minho plants his feet firmly to keep the chair steady and meet you blow for blow as you start up a rhythm. The two of you grunt and pant with every stroke; the sounds are out of sync, but your movements are not.
The friction feels good, but your looming orgasm from earlier is not quite building again as you had hoped it would. Furthermore, your arms are already beginning to tremble from your efforts.
“Shit,” you swear in frustration. “Maybe this won’t work after all.”
He brings up his earlier suggestion and says, “Want to try bending over?”
“Yeah, okay. Let’s try that.”
His wet dick falls out of you to slap against his stomach when you stand up from his lap. Again, the two of you switch positions so you can lean down and prop your arms along the armrests of the chair. The seat tilts downward as you bend over and press your head against the back of it, and your breasts hang heavy below you. You vaguely notice they have begun to leak again.
Minho steps up behind you and returns his hands to your waist to lift your backside a little higher to expose yourself to him. The head of his cock briefly pokes over your asshole when he guides it into place at your pussy again. With a sigh of satisfaction, he pushes back inside and waits for an extended moment while you to readjust to the tight stretch of his girth.
When you tell him you’re ready, he recreates the rhythm you had started earlier, but at a slightly faster tempo now. Each smack of his tensed thighs against your buttocks makes your breasts bounce — another motion that does not go unnoticed by him.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he breathes. One of his hands reaches over to cup one swinging breast and then the other. His fingers toy at your wet nipples once more. “You’re already such a MILF.”
The term makes you burst into surprised laughter. “Oh my god, please do not call me that,” you say.
“Why not?” Minho laughs back. “It’s true. You’re so. Damn. Sexy.” He emphasizes each word with concise, gasp-inducing thrusts. “And motherhood is only going to enhance that.”
“Ungh, right now I just want to come,” you groan, not interested in continuing a conversation at the moment, no matter how flattering. Your body feels heavy, but the coil in you is getting close to snapping again. “Please, Min... please…”
“Oh, you will, doll. I want you to come just as badly.” He pinches your drippy nipple with one hand, maneuvers the other hand around your waist, under your stomach, between your legs to trap your throbbing clit between two fingers. “Want you to come all over this cock.”
“Keep going and I will,” you promise him.
He speeds his hips up until he is hitting your g-spot with every push. He rubs and plays with your clit just the way you like. The steady whapping sound of skin on skin fills the nursery, along with your breathless encouragements for your husband to keep groping, keep pounding, keep going.
“You’re dripping everywhere for me, aren’t you, baby?” he grunts, his breath hot and ragged. “Got your sticky little clit in one hand, and your tit is leaking in my other.”
He is not wrong. Everything is so wet, so hot, so sticky. You whimper and repeatedly push back against him to further increase the friction.
“So fucking filthy,” he goes on, nearly growling. “Makes me want to bust and fill you up with cum. There’s gonna be so fucking much of it.”
His words, combined with a few more sweeps of his fingers over your clit and stabs of his cockhead against the sweetest part of you, burst you straight through the roof of your climax. With a whiny, broken moan, your pussy clamps him tightly, and it is not more than four of five more strokes before he joins you in sheer bliss. He seizes and grunts deeply as his cum shoots out of his twitching cock to meet the resistance of your already-occupied womb. He was right — there is a lot of it. The viscous white fluid oozes out of you and down along your thighs before the spurts have even finished trickling out of him.
Both pairs of legs between the two of you are shaky as Minho pulls out of your swollen pussy with a slick squelch. He helps straighten your body and pulls you into an adoring hug as you both regain your lost breath. His sweaty chest is nearly as damp as yours as it heaves against your back. You can feel his heart racing.
“You alright, doll?” he checks while dotting sweet kisses along your shoulder. “Was that good?”
“Very good,” you pant with a blissed smile. You turn your head to the side and pucker your mouth for a kiss. Your lower belly is cramping from the intensity of your orgasm, and you massage it absently as Minho’s lips envelop yours. His fingers bump yours as he, too, goes to cradle your stomach.
“How’s our little princess?” he asks next.
“Fine,” you answer. You kiss him deeply and whisper against his mouth: “We’re both just fine, thanks to the daddy.”
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Angel
Summary: Based on 14x09 where BAU!Reader recounts how working the case reminded her of Spencer's addiction
a/n: tbh this is trash, just trying to get some motivation back
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)
Content Warning: references to Spencer's Dilaudid addiction
Word Count: 1.1k
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There are flowers on the table.
That's the first thing Y/n notices and the only thing out of place in their otherwise tidy house. Spencer's always been a clean person.
The kid clutter- books, coloring pens, tiny shoes, the occasional Lego figure- that clutter, he's proud of.
Next to the vase is a bowl of pasta in a tomato-based sauce, and she guesses because of that, there's at least one child-size shirt soaking in the laundry with a stain on it.
"Hey, beautiful." Spencer makes her jump with his silent footsteps, followed by sudden voice. He touches her shoulders, massaging them softly.
She turns around, placing a quick kiss on his lips. "Hey. Missed you."
He pulls her forward, resting his head on top of hers. "Missed you too. Glad you made it back safe."
Things are different since the bureau mandated Spencer take time off as part of his reinstatement after prison. After the births of their three kids, Y/n stayed home, naturally, on maternity leave while Spencer continued going out on cases with the team. In between, and for most of their relationship and marriage, they worked at the BAU, spending almost every minute together. But this is different. Now, Spencer's the one that spends more time in DC, and in his 30 days not working at the BAU, he does an excellent job as a househusband.
Y/n pulls back, admiring his features for the first time in days."Sleeping angels?" She checks.
He scoffs lightly. "Not so much." She raises her eyebrows, humored. "Water, bathroom, another story, you know how it goes."
She chuckles. "Oh, yeah, I've heard that song before."
"Love them, though." He adds. "Are you hungry?"
"Starving." She turns to the delicious-smelling pasts on the table while his hands stay on her waist. Spencer's learned a lot while being a dad but his learning to cook has been very rewarding for her.
They move to the couch, needing to be closer than they would be if they were sitting at the table.
Her smile dimmers after she's complimented his cooking, and he's called her beautiful again. It's an easy difference in demeanor to spot for Spencer as a husband rather than a profiler.
"The case?" Spencer guesses.
Y/n takes a deep breath in and shrugs. "One like that wouldn't get to me usually." She tries to dismiss her feelings.
He catches it, having used the same technique many times. If it's bothering her, they're going to discuss it. "It was Tara's ex-husband that discovered a pattern?"
"Mm-hmm, uh, Daryl, he brought it to her, thinking there was an angel of death unsub killing people in the recovery community." She recaps, although he already knows from their discussion on the phone.
Technically, he's only allowed to know the basic details, not offer advice, but as long as Emily doesn't officially know that the occasional case-solving tip comes from Spencer, it's okay.
"What was his vice?" He asks.
Tara didn't want to spill all the details, but Y/n had made a few assumptions. "Alcohol, drugs later, I think."
"So why was this one more difficult than usual?" Spencer asks, frowning then it hits him. "Oh."
Y/n feels a pang of guilt in her chest at Spencer's expression contorting. "No, I don't mean-" She pauses, not knowing what to say. Neither can deny that her feelings are connected to what Spencer went through.
"Comparing the victims to me?" He guesses again.
Her selfishness feels even worse than her guilt. "No. Tara had to give a heart-wrenching speech. And we were in very different situations, her and Douglas and you and I, but it made me think about that time." She tries to explain it.
Spencer understands, and he nods solemnly. "We never talk about that in relation to you." He realizes that it's something he feels guilty about.
"I don't like to talk about it." She shrugs. "Just hearing what Tara said struck a chord." She could feel Tara's pain through Emily's repeated words, and it was all too easy to remember the heartbreak of seeing someone she loved struggling.
Spencer takes her hand, squeezing it lightly. "We can talk about it whenever you want, you know?"
"Not now." She shakes her head. "I missed you."
He smiles softly, resting against the couch and spreading his arms out. Y/n rests her legs over his and tucks herself under his arm. "I missed you too." He kisses her forehead and holds her closer. Things feel better when they're all under one roof. "Y/n, it's really important to me that you know how much I appreciate you staying through that. You're an angel, you know?"
"Spence." She coos, touching his cheek softly and momentarily getting caught in his eyes. "It wasn't a hard choice to stay with you and support you through that. I love you, and I'll always be here for you."
He takes a deep breath in. "I love you too. I could talk about how grateful I am for you forever, you know?"
"I know." She laughs lightly, having heard those speeches from him more than once. It never gets less heartwarming.
Spencer shuffles slightly, reaching out to take something off the coffee table. She raises her eyebrows until a look of recognition takes over her features.
"A photo album?" She asks curiously. "Why's that out here?"
"It's our first." He explains as he opens it, tracing his finger over the cover page. "Tillie wanted to see it." He finds the page he's looking for, showing her a photo of them.
Y/n grins, looking at it, remembering the exact second it was taken. "You look so little." She coos, touching the glossy picture of them. They're not much older than 25, fresh-faced, innocent, and dressed nicely. Spencer's smiling the adorable smile he still smiles today. It's stayed the same through every challenge they've faced.
"You've always been so beautiful." He mumbles, stroking her hair with his spare hand.
Her cheeks heat as she taps him on the shoulder. "Stop." She whines.
"Never." He shakes his head. "You're gorgeous, and I'm going to make sure you know it. I have no idea how I got so lucky."
She chuckles, shaking her head. "I'm the one that got lucky, marrying a genius."
"I married a genius too," Spencer claims, and he pulls her even closer to him like there's any chance she wants to move.
"Can we just sit here a while?" She asks as she relaxes more into him.
He leans down to kiss her forehead. "For as long as you want, angel."
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Reader coming home from a night out a little tipsy and just happy. Javi is waiting up as he always does to make sure she’s safely back in his arms. Kids are already in bed and it’s just a little cute moment between the two. Reader being quite lovey dovey i guess.
Lovey-dovey
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A/N: This was a joy to write for you, anon!
Summary: Would Javier Peña still love you if you were a worm?
Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)
Tags: +18, Drunk and horny reader, javi is a respectful man, undressing, kissing, making out, drunken tears
Word count: 1.8k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54772312
Lovey-dovey
Javier knows you’re home from the jingling of your keys outside the house, your shaking hands trying desperately to fit the key and unlock the front door without much success due to your drunken state. He is standing on the other side, entertaining himself briefly by listening to your quiet swear as you give up on your mission to get inside the right way.
However, considerate as you are, you don’t even try to knock in case you wake up all your sleeping children. Instead, you start to pocket the keys to go around the back of the house and get inside the house through the door to the garden.
It’s just before you step off the front porch that he opens the door for you, leaning against the doorframe to watch you whirl around in confusion. For a second, it looks like you think that you have made the door open by just wanting it enough, but then you smile warmly as you see your husband.
You are drunk but not out of your mind. It is just enough for you to be clumsy in your state of giggles and heated cheeks, and you waltz inside with confidence that you shouldn’t really have with the way your heels make you walk like a newborn giraffe.
“Hello husband,” you snicker.
“Wife,” Javier closes the door after you, holding back a laugh as you hold onto the coat rack to keep your balance while stepping out of your shoes. He drops to his knees to help you, grabbing your ankle to gently slip off a heel, “Had a few martinis, huh? A few tequila sunrises?”
“No,” you grin widely.
Javier rises to his feet once more when your shoes stand perfectly perched on the shoe rack, “No?”
“I just had a little sip of everything,” you confess in a whisper, your words slightly slurred, “Connie let me taste all of her drinks, I barely got to drink mine.”
“So you mixed a lot of alcohol?” He tuts, reaching around your waist to guide you towards the staircase as you look too unsure on your feet to not end up with your face falling into the floor if you miss a step.
“A LOT!” You exclaim with a laugh.
“Shhh,” he shushes you as you begin to ascend the stairs together. Not so considerate after all then but he wouldn’t have you any other way, even when you are trouble.
“Shhh,” you parrot him with tired eyes, holding a finger in front of your pursed lips. He rolls his eyes affectionately, stepping onto the next few steps of the stairs and watching you watch your feet as you follow.
“Sorry, I may have gotten a little drunk,” you finally admit, arm slung around Javier’s shoulder.
“No, really?” He teases in the same tone as he might tease his daughter.
“Can I sleep in your bed?” You ask in another whisper, almost as if you are fourteen again and Javier is your secret boyfriend that you are not allowed to be alone with.
“Your bed is my bed,” he reassures with a twinkle in his eye. You have reached the top of the staircase now, and carefully move down the dark hallway to your bedroom whilst Javier tries shushing you when you comment on the family pictures on the walls.
“You look so handsome here,” you point to a picture from your honeymoon but your finger slips from the glass as Javier has already dragged you further through the house.
“Thank you. It was a long time ago,” he opens the door and pulls you inside.
As you enter the bedroom, you wrestle free from Javier’s arms and collapse onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. You have your arms out to the sides, staring up at the ceiling which spins slowly above you.
“For the record,” you say absentmindedly, “You’re still very, very handsome.”
“Thank you, mi amor (my love),” he chuckles softly, “C’mon, sit. I need to get you out of these clothes.”
“Oooh,” you whistle as his gentle hands start unbuttoning your blouse until it falls open and reveals your bra. He gives you a look, not even having to speak because you know he wants to say really?
He shrugs it off your shoulders and you visibly shiver at his touch even though your skin is burning from the alcohol in your system. Javier would have you right here if you weren’t drunk.
“Stand up,” he orders and then helps you out of your skirt, his careful fingers lingering on your waist as he lowers it to the ground. Your head swims. Javier goes quiet. He taps your legs to signal that you need to lift them one at a time so he can pull the skirt away. You sway slightly, leaning into his touch as he steadies you with a firm grip. His eyes meet yours from where he is kneeling on the floor, filled with warmth and adoration, and you can't help but smile back at him.
“T-shirt?” He asks.
“Mhm,” you hum.
For both of you, it is almost too much to have him undo your bra without following it up with making love to you. He remembers the first time you met and he had walked you home, drunk out of your mind and trying to get laid. He hadn’t done it back then either, and not even a ring on your finger would change that now.
He slides the straps off of your shoulders and down your arms, collecting all the pieces of clothing from the floor so he can throw them into the laundry basket by the dresser. Then he gets one of your loose t-shirts from your drawer and turns to walk back to you.
However, you ambush him by pushing him up against the furniture to kiss him. You taste of fruity cocktails that mix with his own minty breath and Javier lets himself indulge for a moment, deepening the kiss to taste your silky tongue but keeping it slow. He throws the t-shirt over his shoulder so he can settle two hands on your cheeks, framing your face in his large palms.
"You're so good to me," you whisper into his mouth.
“It’s because I love taking care of you, wife,” he murmurs and guides you back to the bed, tricking you to think that he wants more (and he does, revealed by the tent in his underwear, but not like this; his cock will flag eventually). Instead, he helps you sit down and pulls the t-shirt over your head before you can protest.
“Javi,” you pout as you move your arms through the sleeves with his help.
“I know, baby, we can kiss tomorrow when you aren’t drunk,” he says softly, “Tell me about tonight instead. Did you have a good time?”
“We had such a nice time,” you giggle, seeming to move on pretty quickly. He leaves your side to get you a glass of water and your makeup remover wipes from the bathroom.
“That’s nice, mamá,” he replies with concentration on his face, beginning to rub your mascara off, “Did you talk about your husbands? Scold me behind my back, huh?”
“We talked about how horribly you treat us,” you bat your lashes innocently, “I don’t know if we can take it anymore.”
“Running off together, are we?” You take a tiny sip of your water. He holds his fingers under the bottom to make you gulp it down instead.
“I think I might love you too much for that,” you say after swallowing. Javier’s fingers are gentle as he cleanses your skin.
“You love me?” He asks playfully and crouches to wipe the foundation off your neck too. You hum as an answer. It’s almost too much to feel him like that, so you try to initiate another heated kiss but he shakes his head and pulls away.
“No,” he says in the same tone as one would use to stop a cat from doing something naughty.
“What if I promise to be a good girl?” You challenge.
“You’re making this extremely difficult for me, baby,” Javier’s breath catches in his throat, conflict written all over him. He looks like he is just about to give in but then, “No.”
“But,” you pout again, watching him leave your side.
“Go to sleep,” he orders albeit reluctantly as he climbs into his own side of the bed, “I’ll be right here if you need me.”
Time goes by after he has turned off the light. Javier hears your breathing in the quiet room but there’s no sign that sleep has found you yet. He gives you the space you need to rest, tries to think about something that will make his cock flaccid again.
“Javi,” you suddenly say into the dark.
“Yes, honey?” He tries not to sigh. Besides him, you have moved to sit up once again and you are flicking on the light on your nightstand.
When Javier turns his head to look at you, he sees, much to his shock, that you are on the verge of drunken tears. He sits up immediately with slight panic at your shifting emotions, “What’s wrong, mi amor (my love)?”
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You ask just before turning into a blubbering mess. You let yourself fall against your husband’s shoulder, and he wraps his arms around your crying form.
There’s a fond smile on his lips as he finds out that it is nothing serious. Instead, it is you feeling everything at a heightened rate. He shushes you gently, rocking you back and forth whilst kissing your hair.
“I would love you so much as a worm,” he promises through a chuckle.
“Don’t laugh,” you whine into his chest, “There are physical boundaries that come with me being a worm.”
“We would overcome them,” he replies but you just continue sobbing to the point where he feels tears on his bare skin, “But I really need you to go to sleep right now, okay? I know you’re upset but I promise you that I’d love you even if you were un escarabajo pelotero (a dung beetle).”
You breathe hard for a few seconds to calm your tears, and Javier figures that you have seen some kind of logic in his argument or at least enough to let yourself be calmed. You wipe your eyes when you pull away. Javier gets some tissues from his nightstand and helps you with the tear streaks you miss.
“No need to cry, okay?” He runs a hand over your back.
“Okay,” you repeat with a final sniffle.
“Dame un beso (give me a kiss),” he purses his lips and you peck them almost shyly. However, he just kisses you a few times more, “Good girl. Now lie down and go to sleep.”
You do as you are told, and he lies down on his side to look at you. The crying seems to knock you out, causing you to snore softly as the clock ticks on your nightstand. He slings an arm over your stomach, cupping your side, and falls asleep too.
You make him so happy. Even like this.
Especially like this.
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Always Ever Only You Part 13 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: When Nat and Bob are in imminent danger, Bradley is beyond furious about the decisions that have been made. It should have been him up there flying with them. As you count down the minutes until Bradley returns home, the rush of nerves feels more like anxiety than anticipation, and that does not feel good.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff
Length: 5100 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32
Now that you were just a few days out from Bradley's return home, you were starting to feel antsy and anxious. This wasn't the way you usually felt. It used to be a rush of energy thrumming through your body, knowing he'd be back soon to hold you all night, make love to you, and fill the little pieces of your life that were lost without him. But now you just felt unsure.
When you really thought about it, you knew you and he had been missing the intimacy in your relationship for a little while, too focused on other things. The sex was still enjoyable... well, except for the last time when you felt sick with obligation. And he still held you all night. But some of the pieces of your life together felt like they had gotten lost, and you desperately wanted to find them. Because feeling nervous about reaching those previously known levels of happiness and intimacy when Bradley got back was not something you were prepared for.
So you talked to Dr. Genevieve again, and in her cool and collected voice, she said, "If something is broken, you either take the time to fix it, or you abandon it. And when it's a relationship, you don't have the luxury of making that decision alone. Do you want to fix it or abandon it?"
"I want to fix it," you replied easily.
"And what did your husband say when you spoke to him?"
Your heart thudded in your chest as you replayed the facetime conversations in your mind and whispered, "He wants to fix it, too."
She nodded. "Then you'll both take the time to do that."
Afterwards, you felt like hiding in your office, because what did that even mean? You knew what you wanted, but you didn't know how to get it. And you tried your best not to focus on your cycle and wanting to get pregnant, but it would have been impossible to forget about it completely. Where was the balance? You were simultaneously antsy for Bradley to get home so you could see if putting in the time to fix things was worth it and also scared that it wouldn't be.
Instead of hiding in your office, you made your way down to get a burrito bowl for lunch. "Is this seat taken?" you asked Jake, kicking the leg of his chair with your boot and nodding toward the empty seat across from him at the small table.
"Angel," he said, meeting your smile with a look of panic. "You know I love you, right? But I saved it for Cat. Unless she decides to bail."
"Oh," you gasped, a little surprised by that. When you, Javy and Jake had gone out for pizza two nights ago, Jake claimed he was going to let Cat decide if she wanted to try to be friends with him, but you knew he was hoping for more. He sat on your couch with Jeremiah until Hondo showed up, and Jake didn't back down against the glare from Cat's Uncle. "Guess she's into the idea of hanging out? That's good?"
He kind of shrugged. "Listen, all I want to do is make out with her and hold her kid, but don't tell her that, alright? Oh, there she is."
"She didn't bail," you murmured, watching Cat make her way toward you. When she saw the small table with only two chairs, her steps slowed.
"Go," Jake growled, planting his palm against your lower back and shoving you out of the way. "I'll call you after work."
"Jeez," you groaned, glaring at him and heading toward Cam instead.
"Hey, stranger," Cam said as you sat down across from him, and soon Maria joined the two of you. Eating with them was familiar and comfortable, and you didn't have to think about it too much.
When they asked if you wanted to do brunch on Sunday, you smiled and shook your head. "No way. Bradley's coming home on Friday."
Cam smirked and said, "Oof. Lieutenant Commander Mustache returns home to his little wifey after his long, hard deployment. Sounds like a Lifetime movie."
"I don't know," Maria added. "You said long and hard. Kinda sounds like a porno."
You sat with your forehead on your tray as you shook with silent laughter. "Maybe it'll be a bit of both?"
Cam stole a bite of your burrito bowl as he said, "Report back."
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Bradley had been chosen as the spare. When Dean told him after he had dismissed everyone else, Bradley knew it was simply to add insult to injury. But he took it on the chin, saluted the admiral, and returned to his bunk.
If Bradley said more than two words to anyone the following day, that was news to him. Nat and Bob gave him a wide berth as they got themselves prepared for the mission, and he appreciated that. He wasn't jealous of them, and he'd been quick to tell them that. And he knew they understood. This was a feeling that came along with the territory, he supposed. But this would mark the first mission he didn't qualify for, and he just needed to take a breather.
Getting home to you was now his priority, his focus. If he could only be successful in the air or on the ground right now, he was going to choose the ground in San Diego with you. But that didn't stop him from worrying about Bob and Nat flying with Slayer.
Bradley collapsed back onto his bed with his notebook. He decided to read what he wrote. He hadn't done that yet, favoring scribbling more thoughts and sentiments down every time he picked it up. But reading it from the beginning calmed him down, and just the thought of you made him finally able to fall asleep.
Bright and early the next morning, he and Bob were both dressing in their flight suits. They walked to breakfast together and ate with Nat. Then the three of them made their way out onto the tarmac. But instead of being part of the main bustle of action, Bradley saluted his friends and stood next to his aircraft with his helmet on.
The weather looked good, and the comanche was reporting back that everything looked clear. But just before the four aircrafts were due to take off, Admiral Dean made a surprising announcement over the comms.
"Initiate the backup plan! Option B! Strike the military base first and then head back around to the communications tower. Follow the flight plan for Option B. Please respond that you understand in order."
Bradley climbed the ladder into his F/A-18 as he listened to Nat respond, saying that she copied Dean's orders. This was not a good sign that the plan was changing on the fly. There were probably loads of enemy aircrafts already airborne if such a drastic decision was being made, and Bradley automatically switched to the updated flightpath in his mind, even though he wouldn't be flying it. But being able to envision what was going on might help keep him calm.
He got himself strapped in and ran his thumb along his silicone wedding band before sliding his hands into his gloves. And then he waited. He watched intently and listened over the comms, and when it was his turn, he said, "Rooster. Spare. Standing by."
The carrier was outrageously far out in the ocean right now. Nearly five hundred miles away from the coastline. And as he watched Nat and Bob launch from the deck, he kept his eyes on them as they faded into the late morning sunlight. It would be about thirty minutes until they were flying over land, and another five minutes more until they reached the military base.
So he would have to sit here and wait for nearly an hour and a goddamn half while worrying about his friends and having an existential crisis about his career before they all returned and he could get changed out of his flight suit.
"Unbelievable," he muttered to himself as he listened to the others over the comms. Slayer had been named team leader, and right now he was trying to boss Nat around. She wasn't having it though, and Bradley smiled as he listened in.
But a few minutes later, he heard the radar tech from the comanche give a heads up that there were some enemy aircraft nearby. And then Slayer said, "Everyone else stay on course, I'll switch to tack northwest and hit the communications tower first."
Bradley lurched fully upright in his cockpit. He must have heard incorrectly. No way Slayer would deviate from the plans like that. But Bradley could hear Nat's panicked voice saying, "You won't have our laser guide! And we won't have your missiles! Stay on course, Slayer!"
"I'm the leader, Phoenix. You stay on course. I'll loop back around. It will be fine."
There was so much commotion all of a sudden, Bradley could only hear a jumble of voices inside his helmet. He did some quick math, visualizing the terrain maps he'd had memorized for nearly two months. Five hundred miles out. Five hundred back. They weren't flying at maximum speed, but they were still burning fuel fast, hauling almost two dozen missiles. There was absolutely no way Slayer would make it back to the carrier if he tried to switch course now and rendezvous with the others at the military base. He'd run out of fuel halfway back to the aircraft carrier.
"Stay on course!" Admiral Dean demanded loudly. "Everyone stay on course!"
But Slayer was already gone. And now the comanche radar tech was reporting four more enemy fighters in the vicinity of the military base. Bradley pounded his fist on the side of his seat. Nat and Bob were completely fucking screwed. And so were Charmer, Mack and Terror. Unless all six aviators were working in unison, this was going to result in a tragedy.
"Come on, come on," Bradley chanted under his breath, his fingers already twitching along his control panels. He thought about his friends whose handful of missiles would only get them so far before they were dead without cover. And he thought about you, but then again you were never far from his mind. His perfect wife. The main reason he did anything.
Finally his thoughts settled on the fact that he'd left his wedding band at home with you, and he felt calm knowing that you'd always wear it on your chain.
"Send the spare." His Super Hornet was being towed to the catapult.
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It was a weird, stormy evening. There were clouds rolling in from the ocean, and although you could see a lot of lightning and hear thunder, it hadn't started raining yet. So you put on Bradley's sweatshirt and clipped Tramp's leash onto his collar, running your fingers along the tags your husband had gotten engraved for him.
"Yeah, you're spoiled," you told the dog as you pocketed some treats for him. Then the two of you ventured outside and along the blocks that would take you to the beach. The wind was blowing harder down here, whipping the sand and dune grass around. But the beach was completely deserted, and the storm looked intoxicating.
As you walked along the water's edge, your flip flops and sweatpants got soaked. Tramp kept pausing to look out into the ocean, and you said, "Daddy's out there. Somewhere." You weren't sure exactly when the mission was being flown. It could have already been completed. You had enough clearance at work to be able to find out for sure, but if Bradley caught wind of that kind of behavior, he would have a fit. You knew he didn't want you worrying about him.
Tramp whimpered and started barking, and then the clouds rolled in faster. A loud crack of thunder had you running back up the beach with Tramp right next to you. By the time you ran up past the dunes, the sky opened up. You turned back to look at the ocean one last time before hard raindrops started pelting your exposed skin. It was almost painful, and it was hard to keep your eyes open as you made your way back to the pretty craftsman.
You stood on the covered porch, looking down at your sandy, drenched dog and laughing. "Come here," you said before scooping him up and carrying him right into the bathroom, leaving a sandy trail along the way.
If Bradley were here, he would take Tramp off your hands and clean him up as you soaked in the tub yourself. But for now, you'd do everything. He'd be back soon. You would take the time to fix things soon.
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Once Bradley was in the air, the clock was ticking down the minutes until he could see land and locate the others. He'd been given permission to hit mach 1.8. Actually, he'd been given permission to do whatever was necessary. "Spare inbound. Land sighted," he said, easing back on the throttle a bit as he banked along the mountain range and dipped past the river that would lead him to the recently destroyed military base.
Slayer had managed to destroy the communications tower as part of the solo mission he decided to go on, but at what cost? He got so far off course from the others, and backtracking would have eaten so much fuel. Bradley listened as he was called back to the carrier where he would be safe while everyone else was now in danger.
Bradley was getting closer now as he listened to what was going on and tried to visualize it.
"Tally, tally! On your nose, Phoenix!"
"Deploying flares!"
"Incoming at twelve o'clock!"
"I can't shake them, Charmer!"
"I'm out of missiles and flares! Switching to guns!"
"We took a hit!"
He would know Nat's voice anywhere, but hearing her say that she and Bob had been hit had Bradley flying way faster than he should have been this close to the river embankment. But one more cut through the mountains, and the aircrafts were in sight. And it was the worst kind of dog fight.
The air was a mess of flares as Bradley immediately spotted missiles being launched at Charmer. And he knew Charmer said he was out of defensive aids.
"Tally, tally!" Bradley called out. "Bandit on your nose, Terror!" Then he laid down a cover of flares for Charmer as the other pilot eliminated one enemy with his guns. "Phoenix! Bob! How bad is it?" Bradley asked, deftly launching a missile and watching it collide with the wing of the jet that was headed for Terror. The enemy pilot ejected, but there was no point in pursuit. Not on a rescue mission.
"We're leaking fuel," Bob shouted, and Bradley could actually hear all of the alarms going off in their Super Hornet through the comms. "Rapidly." Then Phoenix dodged past Charmer and shot down another enemy jet. "And we're out of ammo," Bob added.
"Head back, I'll lay down cover for you," Bradley told them. "Go!" There were still two Bandits, but his friends would never make it back anywhere near the carrier if they delayed leaving. He could smell the jet fuel as it permeated the air around him, and he just knew what a hazard that was. He prayed nothing would cause an explosion at this point.
"Out of ammo now," Charmer reported, and now Bradley was starting to panic. But then he saw the opening they needed.
"Terror! Follow my lead!" The remaining Bandits saw how vulnerable Nat and Bob were and started to pursue them, so Bradley circled back to get their attention on him.
"I'm almost out of ammo!" Terror responded, getting into position.
"Then don't miss." Bradley fired his last missile at the first one and then joined Terror and Mack in shooting down the other one.
"That's splash six!" Charmer announced.
"Is that everyone?" Terror asked.
"Affirmative. That's everyone," Mack confirmed.
"I want everyone back on this carrier, now!" Dean nearly shouted through the comms, and Bradley rolled his eyes. "Phoenix, land first, if you can even get here!"
Then thankfully he eventually heard Nat say, "We're limping in slowly now. It's gonna be close."
What a fucking nightmare this had turned out to be. As Bradley flew cleanup, since he was the only one with bullets and flares left, he kept his head on a swivel. "Comanche? Incoming?"
"Negative. Picture looks clean."
"And an ETA for Phoenix and Bob?" he asked as he followed Charmer and Terror out over the water.
"Seven minutes."
Bradley swore he didn't breathe and barely moved as he flew further away from the coastline. He didn't dare think about anything except the passing clouds overhead and the sound of his own heart beating. He didn't utter another word until he heard Nat say, "Coming in hot! Banking toward the tower. Full engine failure, no fuel to the feedline. Tailhook extended and hoping for the best."
"Come on, Nat." Bradley still couldn't see anything up ahead, but when the tower announced that Phoenix and Bob were safely on deck, he finally let out the breath he had been holding.
When he was able to circle the carrier and see it for himself, Bradley loosened his death grip on the throttle. And when he landed cleanly, that signaled that everyone was back on deck. The crews came to help him unload, and as soon as his boots left the last rung on the ladder, Nat was tossing her helmet aside and reaching for him.
"Thank you," she whispered against his shoulder.
Years of trust and friendship had him clinging to her. "It should have been me up there with you two the whole time."
"I know. That was so fucked, Rooster."
And then Bob was there as well, looking more flustered than Bradley had seen him all deployment long. But then Bradley pushed past both of them and tossed his own helmet, shouting "What the hell, Slayer!"
But Slayer barely acknowledged him as he walked toward the tower looking like he was headed for the gallows. Bradley stood there, drenched in sweat and reeking of jet fuel, and watched the other aviator as a red faced Admiral Dean appeared on deck and started yelling. It didn't matter. It didn't matter that Slayer fucked everything up or that Bradley saved the day. The only thing that counted now was getting home to you.
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Friday morning seemed to stretch on for an eternity. You didn't have a specific time to expect Bradley to unload from the carrier, so you decided to go to work until you heard from him. When Bickel called you in for a progress meeting on all of the lab projects, you hauled a stack of folders in with you. And that's when you fully realized that over several years of working with him, he had made you his number two. He always wanted your opinion the most.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as you set everything down on his desk and took a seat. He met your eyes, and he was expecting an honest answer, but you knew he wouldn't give you a hard time.
"Better. Bradley is coming home today," you told him. "Thanks again." But he just waved you off like it was no big deal and opened up the top folder on the stack.
Later when you went down to eat lunch, you got cornered by Jake. "Come sit with me."
You just smirked as you grabbed a fistful of tiny packets of hot sauce. "Don't you want to sit with Cat?"
"No, I want to sit with you. Rooster comes back today, and I'll never see you again," he replied. "I know you're struggling, but the two of you will be disgusting again soon."
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You were nervous. It had been building up all week. Part of you just wanted to get this over with and work things out, and part of you wanted to bask in Bradley's words as he told you how much he missed and loved you. If he told you those things.
"I miss being disgusting," you told Jake as you followed him to a table. "But I still want to have a baby." You felt tears in your eyes as you sat down, and Jake met your gaze. "I'm anxious that Bradley is going to talk about my cycle and want to know when I'm ovulating. It's bad enough that I know I'm ovulating right now, you know? I don't want him thinking about it, too. And, fuck, I'm sorry Jake."
"Hey, no," he said, reaching across the table and squeezing your hand. "I love that you want to talk to me about stuff. But just dump your hot sauce all over your lunch and take a deep breath. Let Bradley get home and prove to you that he wants to fix things as much as you do. Give him a chance, Angel."
But your nerves carried through lunch. And now you were scared that your husband wouldn't greet you the way he always did. You were afraid that you were just a fragile, broken thing in his eyes, and there would be some sort of undertone of rejection even though the two of you said you were on the same page over facetime.
As you walked back to your office, your phone vibrated with a text, and you already knew it was him without even looking. Your heart started pounding, knowing what you needed but unsure if you were going to get it.
Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: I have phone reception! I can see the dock! I should be off this thing around four or five. Think you can skip out of work a little early and meet me? I missed you so much.
No turning back now. A smile actually broke out on your face. There would be no time to run home and change, but it didn't matter. You had missed him, too.
I'll be there. Of course I'll be there.
When you mentioned to Bickel that you were going to leave two hours early, he told you to have a nice weekend. And when Cat saw you packing up your computer at 3:30, she walked over and gave you a little hug.
"Don't be nervous."
You tried to act cool. "I'm not."
"I can tell you are. Just enjoy your weekend with your husband. I'll stay late if need be and finish the coding."
"Thanks," you muttered. You and she never explicitly talked about the fact that you were jealous that she had tiny Jeremiah in her life, but you knew she knew. And you were okay with that.
As you jogged out to the Bronco in the parking garage, you found you were only thinking about one thing: how good it felt every time Bradley wrapped his strong arms around you and held you against his warm body.
"Shit," you gasped, fumbling the key in the ignition. You needed that. That was it. "Fuck." You could barely start the engine, but when you finally did, you pulled quickly out of the parking space and headed the half mile or so around base toward the military docks. When you drove through the gates and parked again, you could see khaki uniforms pouring down the ramps and onto the dock.
"Oh no." You were out of the Bronco and running, scrambling for your phone. But as you got closer to the ramp, you spotted Bradley. He was so easy to pick out of a crowd. Tall and broad and impossibly handsome with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. His head was on a swivel, probably wondering if you were here yet.
And then you froze up. Every feeling hit you all at once as he stepped down onto the dock, boots back on California soil for the first time in almost two months. He looked to his left and then to his right, searching for you, and you could tell he was about to reach for his phone as his hand dipped down toward his pocket. But then he saw you. And that was when you realized that he had the same look of apprehension on his face that you must have had on yours.
It was so noisy, and there were hundreds of people on all sides of you, but you could see him mouth, "Baby Girl," before his lips formed into a smile that had your feet rushing forward. Bradley was actually shoving people out of his way now which had you laughing. And when you realized you weren't so nervous anymore, tears started to fill your eyes.
"Baby Girl!" he called out, and a second later, you were in those strong, sure arms that you loved so much.
"Bradley." But the sound of his name was muffled as he kissed you, holding you so close to him that only your toes touched the ground as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You smiled against him as he shook his bag free and let it drop to the ground next to him, but he didn't break the kiss.
Every voice around you and the warm sunshine melted into a dreamlike quality. You wanted to stay here in his arms where you finally felt comfortable. There was a lot to say, and you'd get to it eventually, but the feel of his big hands and his mustache were so familiar that you felt more confident again.
When he finally broke the kiss, Bradley pressed his forehead to yours and kept one big hand at the back of your neck, stroking your skin softly as you shuddered in his arms. "I love you," he promised, voice full of desperation like he was begging you to listen. "I just needed to be with you."
You closed your eyes against your tears and whispered, "I love you, Roo."
Then his rough fingers were moving slowly along the back of your neck, his other hand coming up to work at the clasp of your necklace. You smiled when you realized what he was doing. Bradley removed your necklace but kept his body pressed against yours and he carefully palmed your gold charms.
"Been dying to put this back on since I took it off." He kissed your cheek and then slid his wedding band along the chain before carefully clasping your necklace in place again. Then he quickly removed the silicone ring and pocketed it before slipping his gold band into place. "It just didn't feel right. It's not the one we got married with."
And then his arms were wrapped around your waist, and you let your cheek come to rest on his chest. You didn't want to be the first one to say it, but you thought one of you should. About how much you wanted to fix things. About making things work. "Bradley."
But you shouldn't have been worried. He kissed the top of your head, his grip on you unrelenting as so many of the other officers and crew members around you were starting to clear out. "I promise you that you're everything I want. And I'll make sure you know it."
So you nodded and melted into his touch. And it was quite a while later before you moved, but you could hear Bradley's stomach growling which made you smile. "I have some Marry Me Rooster in our fridge that just needs to be reheated."
He peppered your face with kisses until you were laughing. "Let's go home," he whispered. "Wanna see Tramp and snuggle you on my lap while we eat."
After Bradley had you safely buckled in the passenger seat, he started the engine, and you could tell he missed his Bronco too. He held your hand on the short drive home, and you filled him in on a few things. When he parked in the driveway and helped you out, you asked, "How was your deployment? I didn't even get to see Bob and Nat."
He kissed you softly as you unlocked the front door. "I'll tell you later. It's not as important as this. As being with you."
Your heart swelled as Tramp tried to jump up into Bradley's arms. "Missed you, too," Bradley told him, kneeling and scratching him behind his ears while the dog kicked his other hand. "Were you a good boy?"
"Of course he was. The best." You squeaked as Bradley scooped you up for a piggy back ride as he stood, and he carried you to the laundry room with Tramp jumping around behind you. "What are you doing?" you asked, kissing Bradley's ear as you held onto his shoulders.
"Just want to get out of my uniform before we eat."
When he set you down and turned, you carefully unbuttoned his shirt and started working on his pins. His hands settled on your waist, stroking you through the fabric of your own khaki uniform shirt. And his eyes were soft. And he wasn't in a rush, except maybe to get dinner. And he wasn't asking about your cycle. And he didn't seem interested in doing anything at this moment except working on your pins and lining them up in the tray near the sink along with his.
"I missed doing this," you whispered, and then his lips found yours again. And it was a few minutes before Bradley let go of you long enough for both of you to finish getting undressed and put your uniforms into the washing machine.
"Let me put on some sweatpants, and I'll help you reheat dinner," he said, hoisting you up for another piggy back ride that had you laughing.
"Sounds good, Roo."
He bent to pick up his duffle on the way to the bedroom, and you helped him empty and sort everything onto your bed. When you dipped your hand inside the bag, you pulled out some neatly folded undershirts and a beat up notebook. You flipped open to the first page while Bradley sat on the floor to play with Tramp.
Baby Girl, when I think about you, I think about the rest of my life spread out in front of me. And it's not exactly like a map, because I don't know where we are going or where we will end up. But I feel safe when I'm with you. Even though so much is unknown.
You carefully closed the notebook and pressed your lips together, unsure if you were supposed to read that. "Roo?" you asked quietly, and Bradley looked up at you as you showed him the notebook. "What is this?"
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He's home! Finally! And Slayer is hopefully completely screwed. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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🪷 anon here
requesting a bsd Fukuzawa x fem!Reader married hcs🥹🥹
Sfw and Nsfw if it's fine with you🫶🫶
⟢ 𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ft. fukuzawa
・sypnosis. how did you get together with him? and what's life after marriage?
・notes. gasp emoji a bsd post from me?!?! also hihhihi bro!!! more than willing to make sfw/nsfw hcs!!! honestly it's lowkey hard for me to do sfw hcs by themselves LMFAO, anyways
・warnings. nsfw toward the end, nickname daddy/sir used, breeding kink
𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, what he is like in marriage?
・oddly peaceful, honestly thinking about his title annd stuff he'd be busy and stuff, and wouldn't be all that available, to your (and my) surprise, he's always there when you need it the most. probably would try his best to keep you away from his job though, it doesn't sound all that pleasing. only few people probably know about you too, like ranpo and just maybee yosano, just maybe.
・this man treats you like absolute royalty, anything, and everything about you is his favorite, most of the time is willing to try out whatever you find interest in, doesn't really like pda btw, much prefers to keep most things romantic in private, just between both of you. would probably adopt a cat with you if you want, but if you don't, that's alright too, anything you're okay with, he is too, most of the time at least. likes to feed stray animals near your shared house honestly, love all of them and probably gives some names based off what breed they are.
・oh but if you do happen to also work at the agency, he won't show much affection, because pda is not really his thing, never has been, prefers those little moments between you and him only, to be only with you and him, why does he have to share lol. plus is scared if any enemies had realized you were his weakness, being his spouse and all, that wouldn't be good at all, so he prefers to keep your relationship on the low, for your sake.
・but he does give affectionate glances, every once in a while, after all you are still his, and he's yours. next question: does he mention anything about kids? no lmao, you probably have to ask about the topic if you want him to think about it, just think. but another reason he would bring it up, is if like some lost kid just happen to be there, right beside the overly crowded place, tear stained face, every now and then glancing to the left or right, and parents probably abandoned the poor child. and you both decide to take the kid in, for a bit, 'till she finds a home, or if he tries to ask at least once about kids, but don't depend on it, even if he's good with the kid, he doesn't really bring it up. but honestly, maybe you both could adopt the little girl instead of bringing her to the adoption center, honestly, it'd be months after taking her in, that was when you both thought when should we be putting her in for adoption, or will we? you've both grown fond of her, even so by giving her a name, that you both decided on, well might as well just become her parents, officially, right?
・overall topnotch cutie as a husband, #keepbeingbbg
𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, what if he did want a kid tho haha thatd be crazy...... (yes he does)
・daddy kink, like his appearance and demeanor screams it. like he can be all vanilla and stuff, that's his usual stuff, but if you ask him to be rough, bro will go down on you. not into bdsm, he doesn't wanna hurt you at all, but if you want it.... okay....
・breeding kink, too i guess. he likes slow and sensual way more though, seeing you with his seed all up in there he just feels like ":D". that's it, but he just wants to kiss you gently, and praise your beautiful skin and everything, loves everything like that. only goes rough without your kind of request if he's been pretty stressed that though. that's where the breeding kink goes hard, like absolutey, call him sir or daddy and he'll give you as many kids as you want :)
・medium-ish sex drive though, becomes high if stressed, is what i'm thinking, probably pretty big too, girthy asf too probably. can go for ages, and ages, and ages, and ages. probably the time to lick all his cum out your hole, sometimes wants you to masturbate in front of him
・probably while he's fucking you, rough or vanilla he's gonna start asking about what the kid's name should be, also would whisper immaculate amount of praise, like almost too much, but it balances out with how good he treats your body, and the marks upon your neck and collarbone afterwards. honestly doesn't care that much for other stuff during sex, finds the moments between you both alone is more attractive than anything else. loves making you happy more than anything. praise galore btw did i mention that yet, also loves kissing you everywhere
・also likes it when you cockwarm him while he does work, and he whispers into your ear about how he's almost done, the pile of work says otherwise though. super affectionate while watching you lowkey squirm on his cock. probably caresses his hand over your belly bulge from time to time
・super vanilla, or absolute fucking rough, no in between, that's it have a good night
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Teething baby
𖤐Pairing: Husband! Ghost x Wife! Reader
𖤐Pronouns: She/Her
𖤐Warnings: Pure tooth rotting fluff, child, married couple, crying, daddy Ghost, flirting, teething child
Ghost was taking care of the baby while Y/n was away for a Girls Trip
He hasn’t been able to do much on the father experience because of him working
But he does his best to take care of her while she is starting to teeth
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7:30AM
"So, you have everything? Food, milk and my number in case something happens?"
"Love, don't worry everything will be okay. I have everything under control."
"But I'm just worried, I'll be gone for a week."
"I know and you'll have a blast, you'll honestly probably forget we even exist...you'll run off with a Supermodel and start a new life."
"I would never, don't say that," Y/n hits his chest.
"I know, but everything will be okay, and I'll call if anything happens, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good, now, go enjoy the sun in Bora Bore," Ghost said, while he had his hands placed on his wife's waist.
"Okay..." she looked at the playmat that was in the middle of the living room. She walks over and bends down to her baby girl, Luna. "Ohh my baby," she says as she picks up her 3-month-old daughter.
Y/n kissed her daughters' puffy cheeks. "I'll be back Saturday," she told her daughter like she could understand her.
Y/n placed her daughter back on the playmat. She grabbed her bag and stood on her tippy toes to kiss Ghost's lips.
"Bye."
"Bye-bye, love," he kissed her again.
She walked outside and saw her best friend's car sitting in the driveway waiting on her.
"Sorry." Y/n apologized.
"Girl, don't come on, this is going to be EXCITING!! Hi, Simon," she greets Simon.
"Hi, Lydia," Ghost waved bye to both girls.
He back stepped inside the house and looked at his daughter on her stomach hitting the playmat. He rubbed his temple wondering what to do first then he caught a whiff of something.
"Guess my first thing to do is change that bomb of a diaper you have," he said, picking her up and giving her another whiff to make sure it was her, "Ohhhh! Yeah, that's you," he said as he went upstairs to her nursey to change her.
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A few minutes later
Ghost sat on the couch with Luna on his bare chest, she was trying to put her fist in her mouth, but Ghost kept moving it from her mouth. She whined anytime he moved it.
"Stop," he grumbles. He was looking down at his phone trying to get advice from Price. Price is a father for 5 and took care of his children when his wife is gone.
Luna is Ghosts and Y/n's first child and sometimes still need help. Ghost was wondering what he did with his kids when his wife was gone?
Price: *We usually have fun like park, waterpark, shopping and sometimes playdate, but since she's still a baby, you probably can't do much*
"Great," he said to himself. "I'll think of something for us to do, while mama is gone."
Ghost looked down at his child and smiled at her. He kissed the top of her head and picked her up. He robbed his nose on hers and kissed her forehead.
"Maybe we can go...to grandmas and grandpas house? Actually, maybe not...they weren't happy when your mama started dating me and married me...maybe not. I do need groceries though," he said to her.
Ghost took her to her nursery and got a small dress on her and placed her in her baby carrier and he got his shirt on, jeans and grabbed some shoes.
He grabbed his keys and drove them to the store. He made sure she was strapped in the car as he drives. Every now and then looked in the rearview mirror to make sure she was okay.
She was asleep, she needed it, she kept Y/n and him up all night, so she needed it along with him. If she stays asleep for a while, he could probably get a nap in as well.
He pulled into a parking spot and got her out of the car. He placed her carrier in the cart and walked in, she was still asleep as they walked through the aisles.
"Mmmm~" Luna stirred in her sleep, he stopped the cart and looked down at her waiting for her eyes to open.
"Hi, baby," he coos.
*WAAAAAAAAAAAA*
Ghost jumps and looks down at her crying face. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he picks her up from the carrier. "You have some strong lungs on you, pretty girl."
"Oh, is everything okay?" A girl came walking around the corner seeing Ghost comforting his daughter.
"Yeah, she's...probably hungry..." he digs through the bag getting a bottle. He brings it to her mouth, but she pushes it away.
"Come on, baby," he says.
"Are you sure maybe, she needs her diaper change?"
"No, she's got a bomb on her, I would know."
Ghost looks at and saw something in her mouth, a peak of something white, he started to worry. "What is that?"
"Oh, maybe I can help, I can help a single father with his child," she pushed herself against him, but Ghost moved away from her.
"I'm married, I'll just call me wife and ask," he put her back down in the carrier and walk out of the store heading back to his car.
He placed her in the car and sat in the backseat with her as he called his wife.
"Ghost? Is everything okay?" She asks, worried about her husband and child.
"I don't know, I went to the store, and she was asleep, but she woke up screaming and crying. She wasn't hungry or needed a change, but I saw in her mouth something white. I couldn't get a good look at it, so I don't know what it is." Ghost panics.
"Simon, check her mouth again," poor Luna was still crying and somewhat hard to hear her. He pulls down her bottom lip and saw the white thing again.
"I think...it's a tooth."
"MY BABY HAS HER FIRST TOOTH AND I'M NOT THERE!!" Y/n yells.
"It's okay, little mamas, I'll take care of everything, I'll get her-"
"Teething supplies are at home, Lydia bought some when I was pregnant with her. She gave them to me at the baby shower."
"Okay..." he looks at her crying face as Y/n hung up and Ghost gave Luna a stuffed baby toy to chew on till they can get home.
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"Y/n? What's going on?" Lydia asked.
"Simon, called...Luna has her first tooth coming in."
"OH, THAT'S EXCITING!!" Their other friend Zoe came sitting next to them. "I remember when Xander got his first tooth."
"Simon was a little nervous..." she said as the girls laughed.
"Ladies...I'm-"
"Jack Oscar, the famous Supermodel."
"Oh...Supermodel..." Y/n said, while looking at Jack who was very toned. She put her sunglasses back on her face.
"You...look beautiful," Jack said.
"I'm married," Y/n said, crossing her legs and leaned back in her chair.
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Ghost got a teething toy for Luna, it was light pink with different textures on it, she snatched it from him started to teeth it.
He chuckled when she looked satisfied chewing on it. Ghost opened the drawer and saw the different chewing toys for her, some were purple and blue with different textures on them, others were circular and had ridges in them to scratch her gums.
"Wow, that's a lot."
*WAAAAA* Luna threw the pink one and made grabby hands for a new one, Ghost dug around and picked another random one, but she threw that one, she wanted to be picked up.
He picked her up and showed her the drawer filled with teething toys. She made grabby hands to a blue one, he let her get it and she started to chew on it.
He took her back to the playmat and laid her back on it. She smiled rolled back on her stomach. Ghost sat on the couch turning the TV on and watched his daughter to make sure she wouldn't do anything.
Luna stopped chewing and looked back at Ghost, she cried for her daddy's attention. He smiled and crawled to his daughter getting down to her level, he laid on his back as she got up top of his chest and she playfully hit his chest.
"Oh ah, ow, you got me," he jokes with her. She smiles and falls on his chest. Ghost chuckled and then he heard soft snores come from her, he looked at his chest and saw her asleep.
"Well, if you're going to sleep...I am too..." he said, putting his arm behind his head and his hand rested on his daughters back.
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10:45PM
Ghost woke to the TV still playing and Luna was still asleep on his chest, he smiles and picked her up gently and slowly so he wouldn't wake her up.
He placed her in her crib draping a blanket on her, he turned on the baby monitor and he was about to close the door and he left the lamp on letting her sleep.
"Good night, little baby," he whispers before shutting the door. He rubbed his temple and heard his phone ping. He looked down and saw some pictures Y/n sent.
Ones where she was at the beach, her legs in the photo of the clear blue scene, her drinking from a coconut, her friends in the back having fun and then one with Jack Oscar in the back holding Lydias waist.
"Is that Jack Oscar?" He asks. "A Supermodel..."
Y/n sent another one, she was in a fishnet dress with a black two piece underneath the fishnet dress, she looked incredibly sexy in it. Ghost smirked knowing he has this beautiful, lady as his wife.
Simon: *You look beautiful*
Wife: *Thank you...is everything okay there?*
Simon: *Just perfect...she's in bed asleep...I gave her a few teething toys and she's been calm since we've been home. I saw Jack Oscar was there*
Wife: *Yeah, he's apparently there for a photoshoot, him and Lydia seemed to be getting along*
Simon: *Supermodel...has he said anything?*
Wife: *He said I was hot...*
Simon: *P.O.S. don't worry love...I got hit it on today by some woman, she called me a 'single father'*
Wife: *Bitch*
Ghost laughed. He got in the middle of the bed and looked down at his phone.
Wife: *Did you get groceries?*
Simon: *No...I'll go back tomorrow. This time I'll be more prepared*
Wife: *Yeah and avoid any thirsty and hungry women*
Simon: *I'll try, love...good night*
Wife: *Good night, Simon*
Ghost turned his phone off and placed it on his charger and looked at the baby monitor seeing Luna was on her back instead of her stomach.
He smiled and closed his eyes finally going to sleep.
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1:00AM
*WAAAAAAA* Ghost's eyes shot open, and he looked at the baby monitor seeing Luna was awake, she sat up grabbing the bars of her crib with a blood curdling scream.
"I'm coming, baby," Ghost rubbed his forehead and started to make his way out of his bedroom to her nursery.
He pushed opened the bedroom door and saw her teary eyes.
"Alright, come on, baby girl," he picked her up and took her to the changing table, changing her diaper. Her cries soon stopped when he picked her up. He kissed her forehead and picked her back up and took her downstairs to heat up a bottle for her.
He had her in his arms, he grabbed a milk pouch and poured it in a bottle, he set it in the bottle warmer and looked down at his little girl.
"It'll be ready in a minute, baby," he said, kissing her puffy, tear stained cheeks.
The machine beeped, letting him know the bottle was warmed up. He tested the milk on his skin seeing if it was hot or just right, and it was perfectly fine.
He sat down on the couch, leaning back and propping her up so he could feed her. She suckled on the bottle as she looked up at him.
The bottle was done, and he placed the bottle next to him on the couch and put a towel under Luna's chin to catch her spit up. He patted her back and she spit up on the towel.
"That's why I did that, you spit up every time and half of the time we never catch it," he said, wiping her face with the clean end of the towel and tossed the towel in the laundry room.
He took her back upstairs but to his bed, he let her stay on Y/n's side of the bed. She rolled on her back and Ghost smiled down at her. He placed his hand on her stomach and closed his eyes.
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Friday 7:10AM
Luna was in Ghost's arms, he tossed her in the air and caught her, he wanted to hear her giggles.
"I'M HOME!!" Y/n announces into the house. Luna giggled and Ghost stood up quickly.
"Welcome home," he said, kissing her lips and kissing Luna's forehead.
"Thank you, handsome."
"Wow...your skin...it's beautiful." He chuckles.
"Thank you, now...I want my baby girl," she turns to Luna with a big smile and taking her from Ghost's grasp. Luna giggled when she was being held by her mama.
"How was it?" He asked.
"I should be asking you that...it was amazing."
"Same, I need to spend some more time with my lovely baby girl," he said, kissing Y/n's lips and his daughter temple.
"You understand how hard it is?"
"I never doubt you, love. I know how hard it is and I try to be there for the both of you but-"
"Work...I know..." She smiles and kisses his lips.
"I'm sorry, love."
"For what?"
"For not always helping you."
"It's okay, Ghost, I know and understand..."
"Anyways, come on let me tell you everything that happened on the trip."
"Okay," he smiles
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Thinking about an AU where Techno, Wilbur and Tommy are all the harbingers of the actual entire apocalypse and Phil (just some insane guy) decides that those are in fact his kids and starts gaslighting the absolute shit out of them about it.
Rambles under cut!
I wanna try something where they're just more insidious and passive killers than anything else, theyre mostly just biding their time and watching as wherever they're lingering around gets sicker and just starts withering away.
They're a slow moving threat that just can't be stopped and for some reason (because Kristin thinks its funny) Phil just isnt affected by them.
Phil: Oh Techno's always been like that ever since he was a baby
Techno: I have literally never met you a day in my life
Tommy: Idk man... you have always been like that
Wilbur: Oh my death he's actually getting to us
Its a mix of that combined with that "how did he know I was a gemini" meme
Phil: Wil! I brought you some salmon, I know how much you love it!
Wilbur: How the fuck did you know I like salmon
Phil: I'm your dad silly, of course I'd know :-)
I just think itd be super fun since Phil in this au is literally just some insane dude. He literally lies about their entire childhood but does it so consistently and so realistically that it throws them off guard.
I also have a few ideas where they start referring to Phil as their dad in the beginning as a sarcastic / mocking thing but accidentally just getting themselves even more adopted as they do it.
Phil: Wilbur put on a coat
Wilbur: I don't need one!
Techno: Go on, Wil. Listen to dad
Wilbur: Ugh fine. Only because dad wants it, though
Stranger: Whos this?
Tommy: Oh thats our dad. He kinda just tags along
Stranger: Aww thats so sweet! You got his nose and everything
Tommy: I- wh- no he's not actually our da-
Phil: I know he did! Isn't he the cutest, spitting image isnt he?
Tommy: You're not my dad!
Stranger: Oh someones embarrassed!
Phil: Yeah he's going through a rebellious phase right now
Just a mixture of things like that where it starts as calling him it but then accidentally actually giving him parental authority along with that.
I also wanna explore how Kristin and Phils relationship would be like. Maybe her as death being very bemused by this silly human that just decided she was his wife one day.
She literally visits him in dreams and stuff and he just acts as if they're married and have been for years. He complains about their 'rambunctious kids' and how he has to threaten them with her so that they behave sometimes. She finds it so silly and just cant help but play pretend.
Kristin: Hello, human
Phil: My love! Its been so long since I've seen you
Kristin: We've never met
Phil: Oh don't say that! It hasnt been that long. I've just been far too occupied with our boys to visit too much
Kristin: Our boys? I made them
Phil: And they came out beautiful! I'm so glad Wil and Tech got your eyes. I was hoping they would.
I think that'd be a core part of this AU as well. Everyone is playing pretend but then it just fuzzies and it all becomes real for them. At first its a joke that Phil is her husband and their father but then they get lost in the fantasy and fun of it all and actually accept him as such.
Phil has no ulterior motives either, he's literally just a strange insane man that heard stories about neotrio and started thinking they were his kids one day. He genuinely believes his delusion and they end up accidentally making it a reality.
He just makes lucky guesses and plausible lies often enough that he's still shiny and new, he's still fun to play with and thats what ends up 'tricking' them all.
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Services Paid For {Dave York x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 23.1k
Warnings: Infidelity, sex work, sex for cash, prostitution, mentions of safe words/limits, blackmail, bondage, restraints, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, toys, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, cock warming, unprotected sex, cum play, alcohol, drunken flirting, spanking, oral sex (female receiving), cum eating, face slapping, anal fingering, anal sex, rough treatment, anger, miscommunication and angst, harsh/derogatory names, apologies, guilt, make up sex, mistress arrangement, sickness, comfort.
Comments: Dave quietly gets the sexual satisfaction he needs by paying for it. No emotional attachments, just sex for cash. Which is how you end up in his apartment, surprised that man what you sometimes babysit for wants to pay for your pussy.
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You sigh as you look in your pantry, the bare shelves a painful reminder of how screwed you are. College was hard and the restaurant you had been waiting tables at had suddenly closed after a failed health inspection meaning that your income had stopped.
Reluctantly you pulled out your phone and punched a text to your best friend.
‘So, this escorting thing… you promise that the guy is legit? He won’t make me do anything I don’t want to? And always pays?’
She had told you about a guy she had met on a dating app a while ago, she had fucked him a few times but he didn’t like to sleep with the same person more than twice. No emotions. No feelings. Just someone to scratch and itch and he’d pay handsomely for their discretion.
He had reached out to her and asked if she knew anyone free that weekend because he needed some relief, and she knew about your predicament and said she’d speak to you.
Initially you had refused to even hear it, saying you’d ‘rather starve’ than let some ‘bored two pump chump husband’ fuck you.
But with rent due and your tummy rumbling, desperate times turn to desperate measures.
Dave checks the burner phone. A prepaid cell that isn't tied to him in any way. Bought with cash in some rinky-dink store, not even bought by him. One that was safe for him to use for his various transgressions that Carol doesn't ever need to know about, though he's sure that she's somewhat aware of what he does. She couldn't be that stupid to not guess.
He loves his wife but she's......boring. Unable or unwilling to give him what he wants sexually and not even open to discussing it. Sex is routine, bland. Every Thursday after the kids have gone to bed, he's allowed to fuck her. Missionary, with the lights off, her tits off limits since before Alice was born. He never truly got the release he wanted and he didn't even want anything too shocking. It wasn't like he was into heavy BDSM, just some bondage, spanking and face fucking. He wanted to cum over a woman's tits and have her eat his spend. Or let him bend her over and finger her ass while he fucks her cunt. So now the best option for him was to discreetly pay for it. His last girl had been used too many times but she's said she has a friend who could use the money. So now he's waiting for the text.
‘She’s down. A little shy, not the most sexually experienced but open to being used as long as hard limits are discussed. She’s okay with anal play, but doesn’t want anal sex. No fisting. And no waste play. Everything else is on the table. Doesn’t want to tell you her real name, so is fine with casual endearments. Saturday at 7? Usual spot? Half the cash upfront and the rest as she’s leaving.’
Larissa texts Dave, happy that you’ve reached out for help seeing as you refused her offer to buy you some groceries, at least you’ll be able to eat this way. Dave is safe, not the friendliest or the chattiest but he’s safe. Respects the word no and honors safe words, limits and always pays. The fact he always makes his partners cum and is fucking gorgeous is just an added bonus to what will be a night of pure pleasure.
‘Send her the address. 7 is fine. Tell her to text if she's going to be late or backs out.’ Dave hums in approval, cock twitching as he wonders about this new girl. What she looks like doesn't really matter to him. He's attracted to all kinds of women. As long as she's eager to let him fuck her. It's a release, not a fucking relationship.
He slips the phone back into his briefcase and sighs, checking his watch and striding into the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee. Needing to finish getting the girls ready for school so he can go to work.
Larissa sends you the information, and confirms again that you’re in safe hands. You text her a quick thank you before pouring yourself the last of your cereal and milk.
You’re undeniably nervous, anxiety taking the front seat but you can’t help but be excited too. Having never slept with a stranger before makes this new and exciting, and you trust Larissa when she says he’s a good fuck.
Finishing up your cereal, you grab your bag and make your way to class, trying to distract yourself from thinking about what he might look like. You know from the area of the apartment you’re meeting him in that he’s good for the money, it’s a good thirty minute drive away over on the good side of town.
It's a good damn thing that it's Friday. Only having to wait another day before he can fuck away the stress of the week. Maybe this inexperienced girl Larissa knows will let him spank her. Anal's off the table but that's okay. There's a lot he can do to a cunt, a mouth. Even eating her ass would be more than Carol let him do. She barely wanted oral. There were times he wondered if she had a lover but it just seems like she's sexually repressed. Lingering Catholic guilt even though she's not stepped foot in a church in years.
The day goes by in a busied blur, you had agreed to clean up after a meeting for some of the faculty because any leftover food is yours to take home and before you know it, you’re filling up a tray with sandwiches, chips and sweet treats that no one had touched.
On the walk home all you can think about is your plans for the next day, whether you should bring anything and what you should wear. Figuring that if Larissa is telling the truth, you won’t be wearing it for long anyway, but still wanting to look like you’ve made an effort. Nerves flood your system as you round the block to your apartment, your hunger being pushed away by your anxiety. A new constant battle of ‘am I really going to do this?’ Playing over and over in your head.
You settle on yes. You haven’t found another job yet, and you refuse to move back in with your parents.
Saturday morning is routine in the York household. Dance practice or gymnastics, whatever is written on the calendar for the girl's activities. First thing in the morning, followed up by lunch out and ice cream while they play in the park. It's a picture perfect view of a loving family, but Dave is constantly thinking about later tonight. The apartment he keeps for his dirty little habit is clean and ready. He has someone come in every week to change the sheets and dust. He can afford it and his girls never go without. He doesn't feel bad about this. It's a need, just like those massages Carol insists are necessary for her to be a good mother. This is necessary for him to be an attentive and loving husband and father.
You sleep in as late as you can, having spent half the night watching a new series and being unable to sleep due to nerves. Larissa texts you a list of what not to do, and ensures that you won’t ask him anything too personal.
You have your outfit laid out on the bed, a simple pink sundress and a matching lacy pink lingerie set. Nothing too fancy, but enough to show that you’ve made an effort for him.
’This is a one time thing,’ you reassure yourself as you start to get ready, nerves steadily increasing as the time ticks by.
‘$500’. Larissa texts, confirming the amount you’ll be paid for the evening. Enough to buy groceries and put towards the final part of your monthly rent. And with that, there’s no backing out now.
“Babe, I’ve got to run into the office.” Dave checks his watch and is satisfied that he will have plenty of time to set out any toys he wants to use before the girl shows up. “I’ll be a few hours, so don’t wait up.”
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You arrive at the address a few minutes before seven, anxiety coursing through your veins as you make your way to the building, about to press the buzzer but the door swings open and the person leaving holds it open for you to enter.
‘It’s nice,’ is your first thought as you enter the building, the hall clean and looked after with fresh flowers on each windowsill. You rock up and down on your tiptoes as you wait for the elevator, stepping into it with a large inhale the second the doors open and pressing down on the button for the top floor.
Dressed in casual clothes, Dave takes off his shoes and twists the rope in his hands. It’s soft and sturdy, perfect for Shibari and he wants to tie the girl up tonight. The idea already has his cock half hard and he wonders if she will show up.
After standing outside his apartment for a few minutes, you build up the courage to knock on the door. Knocking loudly three times before taking a step back and waiting to see who’ll be fucking you tonight.
Dave sets the rope down and his feet slap against the cool marble floors of the apartment. Striding to the door, he doesn’t bother looking through the peephole, just reaching for the handle and letting the door swing open.
The door whips open and just as you’re ready to introduce yourself with the fake name you had decided on in the elevator, it’s like someone is dumping an ice cold bucket of water over your head. “Fuck.” You murmur. “Shit. I-I, Mr. York, I must have gotten the address wrong…” you start to garble off.
Dave’s emotions rush through surprise, anger and confusion but he realizes that the girl Larissa was talking about is you. The girl that Carol hires sometimes when she wants a date night or there’s some function they can’t bring the girls to. He glances around to find the hallway deserted and reaches out, grabbing your arm and dragging you into his apartment. “What are you doing here?”
You yelp as he drags you into his apartment, “I’m here to meet someone,” you say quickly, “My friend set it up for me. I must have put the address into uber wrong or something.”
“Let me guess.” He smirks and chuckles darkly. “Larissa?”
“Yeah,” you say, as your face heats up, “I didn’t know it was you.”
He’s never imagined fucking you, out of respect for the fact that you interact with his wife and kids, but he also never imagined you would sell yourself. He leans back. “Strip.”
You’re not sure why you don’t question it, why you don’t immediately turn around and leave the apartment that you now know belongs to Dave York. Husband of Carol York - parents of the two little girls you’ve babysat for for the past year. But you don’t. Instead you do as you’re told. Still standing at the entrance of his apartment, you begin to shed your clothes. Your jacket, dress and bra dropping to the floor as you stand there just in your panties.
“Naked.” Dave can’t even bark the order, but he’s reaching for the rope, the urge to bind you overwhelming right now.
You nod before reaching down and dipping your fingertips under the waistband of your panties and pushing them down your legs.
He reaches for you again, leaving the pile of clothes in the entryway and pulling you into the living room. The rope in his hands as he pushes you down to your knees and unravels the soft binding material.
“Mr. York,” you say with a gasp, as you realize what he’s about to do. “Are you still going to fuck me?”
“Shut up.” He grunts, bending down and pulling your arms behind you so he can tie your wrists together and then bind your arms to your body.
You don’t argue with him, instead you’re as pliant as you can be, letting him position you and tie you up with ease.
Next come your legs. Making sure they are spread as he ties you up. Pussy on display as your thighs are bound to your calves and rendering you completely immobile.
When he’s done, he stands and moves over to his wallet, pulling out two crisp one hundred dollar bills and one fifty. Half the agreed upon price and he walks over with a smirk. Tucking it into the ropes around your breasts and making sure that the bills are completely visible.
“Do you like what you see?” You ask, as his eyes dip down to your glistening folds.
He doesn’t answer, pulling out his phone and opening it up so he can snap several pictures of you on display. Nude and bound with the money he is paying you for your body on display. Showing what a whore you are. His dark eyes find yours. “If you breathe a word of this to Carol, I’ll send these to your parents.” He threatens, holding up the phone.
It feels like a shot to the chest, “Why would I tell her?” You say, panic rising in your voice. “I would never, I don’t want anyone to know how desperate I am for money. And my parents… they’d never speak to me again.”
“Good.” Now that you understand one another, Dave sets the phone down and takes the bills out of the ropes. Putting them down on the table next to the sofa and humming as he looks at you. “Fuck, you are going to fuck me for a few hundred dollars? Your cunt worth it?”
“Yes,” you say with a shaky breath, “It’s tight. You can be as rough as you like and you don’t need to make me cum.”
Dave grunts, imagining you must be tight. “I make the women I’m with cum. Even the ones I pay for.” He squats down and slides his fingers through your folds, surprised to find you already starting to drip arousal. “You like the idea of being used?” He asks, knowing that your limits need to be discussed before he fucks you.
“I like the idea of you taking what you need from me,” you admit, “Using me for your pleasure.”
“That’s what I will do.” He promises, smirking as he stands up again. “Right now, you’re gonna suck my cock.”
“Yes, Mr. York,” you say, feeling your arousal begin to drip down your thighs.
“Don’t call me that.” Reaching out, he taps the side of your cheek sharply. Not enough to hurt, but he likes the gasp you let out.
“Sorry,” you say with a gasp, “What should I call you?”
“Sir, or Dave.” He knows that things have changed since there is a personal knowledge of each other. “What do you want to be called?”
“You can call me whatever you like, sir,” you say, as your eyes dip down to the bulge in his pants.
“Good girl.” He likes a woman who is accommodating. Reaching down, he flicks the button of his jeans open. “Tell me what you don’t want done to you.”
“No fisting,” you say quietly, watching him intensely as he works the button on his jeans. “No anal sex and no watersports.”
“Anything else?” He knows about those but now that you are here, he wants to make sure you have not thought of anything else.
“I don’t think so,” you say with the tiniest shrug. “What are you planning to do with me?”
“Anything I fucking want.” He smirks, dragging his zipper down and pulling his hard cock out of his pants. He pushes them down and kicks them off before pulling his shirt over his head. “Right now, I’m going to gag you on my cock.”
“Yes sir.” Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, and your pussy clamps down around nothing.
He’s gotta give you credit, you don’t refuse. Opening your mouth in anticipation of him slapping his cock against your tongue. Larissa said you weren’t too experienced and he wonders why that is.
You wait patiently for him to feed you his cock, looking up at him all doe eyed and innocent.
The first thrust of his cock into your mouth isn’t gentle. It’s not a slow acclimatization to his length. He makes sure that he hits the back of your throat and pushes further still, feeling you choke and gag on him.
The noises you make aren’t attractive, as you gag around him. Fat tears are already welling up in your eyes and threatening to fall as his fingers grip onto your jaw.
“Yessss.” He hisses, pulling his hips back and rocking them forward just as deep. Enjoying the way your eyes widen and your throat threatens to reject the length pushing past your gag reflex. If you get sick, he will just pull away.
You hollow your cheeks, and suck the best you can as he fucks your face. You wish you could hold onto his thighs to keep you steady but the ropes keep your hands in place. You can’t take your eyes off of his face, even when the tears start to stream, loving the look of pure bliss on his face.
His fingers slide from your jaw to the back of your head. Holding onto you while his hips rock forward, again and again. Making sure that he keeps pushing deeper until the hairs at the base of his cock press against your lips.
You gag louder around his cock as he pushes deeper, trying to catch your breath and breathe through your nose. You swallow hard a few times, and swirl your tongue around him.
“Shit.”‘Dave hisses, impressed that you aren’t trying to pull back. To compose yourself to make yourself ‘look prettier’ while he’s fucking your throat. He hates that. Sex is sloppy, messy in the best kind of way. He wants the tears and the saliva dripping down your chin.
You look up at him, staring down at you, his cock heavy on your tongue and wonder what he’s about to do next. You don’t have to see yourself to know that you look a mess, mascara must be streaming, spit has started to roll down your neck and your eyes are blurry with tears.
He feels himself start to get close, his body tensing and he pulls his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop. Wrapping his hand around his cock and slickly stroking it for a few moments before letting go.
You feel like you shouldn’t enjoy watching him stroke his cock as much as you do, but something about him being inches from your face and touching himself makes you slip out a moan.
“Are you on birth control?” Normally he uses a condom, but he wants to see his cum splattered on your cunt.
“I have an IUD,” you say softly, “I got tested when they inserted it and I actually haven’t had sex since.”
Dave groans and his cock twitches. “I’ll pay you another $200 if you let me fuck you raw. Cum in your pussy.” He offers.
“You don’t have to pay more,” you say, confused, “I already agreed to let you do whatever to me.”
“I never fuck someone without a condom.” Dave informs you. “If I’m fucking you raw or cumming inside your cunt, I pay extra.” He knows what other girls charge and he’s not going to take advantage.
“Okay, sure, yes,” you say with a few nods of your head, “You don’t usually cum inside the other girls?”
“No.” He kneels down and swipes his fingers through your dripping folds and groans. “None. Never without a condom.”
You keen immediately at his touch, soft moans dripping from your mouth as he touches your soft skin. “You can fuck me however you need, sir.”
“Do you cum from sex?” Dave asks, fingers slipping inside you and curling up as you sit on the floor of his living room.
“No,” you admit, with a gasp as he pushes two fingers inside of you.
He groans when you clench down around his fingers and he nods. “Then I’ll make you cum with a toy.”
“I don’t think I have a g-spot,” you say, face heating up, “I meant what I said… you don’t need to worry about me. I’m just here for you to use.”
Rolling his eyes, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt so he can untie your legs. Pulling you to your feet when he has them loose. “I’m going to do what I want.” He corrects you. “And the people I fuck, they cum.”
You nod silently a few times, standing in front of him still completely bare with your arms still tied. “Yes, sir.”
“Lay down on the bed, on your back.” He orders as he guides you towards the one bedroom in the apartment. “I’m going to tie your legs back up.”
Silently you do as you’re ordered, sinking down on the very comfortable large bed and waiting patiently for him.
He likes that you don’t argue. Don’t even look nervous. You are cool and collected, although you still give off an innocent aura. Bending your legs back again and tying you back up. Spreading your cunt wide for him to admire and use. “Now….are you comfortable?” He asks. “You’re going to be fucked for a long time in this position.”
“I’m comfortable,” you confirm, with a small smile. “Larissa said you like the traffic light system?”
“Red, yellow, green.” Dave confirms with a nod as he stands up again and moves over to a display cabinet with all the toys he has.
“I’ve never used it,” you say as you watch him, “But it sounds simple enough.”
“Red, I stop.” He explains as he decides in a heavy duty wand. “Yellow, I slow down and check with you.” Moving over he also picks up a pair of nipple clamps. Your nipples would look amazingly swollen and puffy from the pressure of the clamps. “Green, keep going. You are good with everything that I’m doing.” He turns around to come back over to the bed. “Just because I’m paying to use your body, doesn’t mean you don’t get a say.”
“Sounds good,” you say, still watching the back of him. “You’ll tell me if I’m not doing what you like, right? or if I'm doing something wrong?”
“You won’t do something wrong.” He assures you with a chuckle. “Hard to take a cock wrong.”
“I’m pretty sure that every other girl you’ve had in this bed was more experienced than me,” you say with a shaky breath, “I just… you’re paying a lot of money. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“I am paying a lot of money.” Dave coos, kneeling on the bed. “For a hole to fuck. To do what I want with your body and have you cum for me.”
“Yes, sir,” you say, as he inches closer. You’ve noticed how attractive he is before, but you’ve never been this close. The urge to please him is almost as overwhelming as he is.
He smirks, very happy with your easy agreement. “I’m going to put these in your nipples.” He holds up the clamps. “They will hurt but feel good too.”
“Anything you want,” you say, as you stare at the shiny pieces of metal in his hands.
Dave sets the wand down and carefully clamps the devices around your hard nipples and he feels the way your body arches up and he hums. “Color?”
“Green.” You look down at the wand and gulp, having never used one yourself.
He nods, tightening the clamps until your nipples are tight little buds being squeezed out from the top of the clamps, making him smirk at the sight and flick his finger over them just to hear you whimper.
“Dave,” you whimper quietly, as he smirks down at you. It feels good, a little painful but you like the way they feel.
“They will feel even better later.” He tells you, shuffling forward and picking up the wand.
“Yeah?” You ask, as he places a hand on your thigh, while switching on the wand.
“I’m going to have my cock inside you.” He explains, pressing the wand to the inside of your thighs to let you feel the intensity. “Let you cum around me.”
You gasp at the vibrations from the wand, and nod your head. “That sounds perfect.”
He teases the wand around your clit while he takes his cock in his hand, pressing the head against your folds and sliding it up and down to slick himself up. “Green?”
The loud moan you make makes your cheeks burn, “Green, oh fuck, that feels so good.”
“It does.” He grunts, notching himself at your entrance and starts to slowly push inside you as he moves the wand to your clit.
You find yourself staring at his lips, watching as he snarls his teeth behind them as he slots himself inside of you, “You’re so thick.”
He groans, pushing himself deeper as you flutter around him. Until he’s completely filling you, his hips pressing against the juncture of your thighs and he twitches inside you. “Now, be a good girl and tell me how this feels.”
“So fucking good,” you say between breathy moans, the wand pulsing against your clit nicely that you think you’re getting close already. “How do I feel?”
“Hot.” Dave grunts. “Tight.” He watches you, tilting the wand a bit more and turning it up another notch.
“Worth the money?” You say with a giggle, before biting down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming.
“Every fucking penny.” He grunts, wondering why you are selling yourself for money. He won’t ask now, just wants to enjoy this.
You feel your walls clench down around him, and he notches against something delicious inside of you. “Fuck,” you murmur, as he presses the wand against your clit, “Always thought you were so fucking sexy.”
He doesn’t really care if you found him sexy. All that matters is how you are feeling right now, what you are letting him do. He twitches when he feels you clench again. “Your little pussy likes the wand.”
“My little pussy likes you,” you say, correcting him.
He grunts, smirking as he pulls the wand up for just a moment before he puts it back down on your clit.
You hiss as he places back against your clit, you know you’re seconds away from choking his cock with your pussy, “I’m gonna cum,” you mumble over and over as your pussy grips his cock.
“Good girl.” He groans, watching your eyes flutter and shut right before your mouth drops open in a loud cry.
You hear him groan as you clamp down around him hard, your orgasm ripping through you as cry his name over and over. The wand is still firmly pressed against your clit as you ride out your high.
Only when your entire body is shaking does he pull the wand away from your clit. Your pussy flooded with your cum and he rocks his hips, hearing his cock squelch. “One more? Or you want me to fuck you now?”
“Whatever you want,” you gasp, “Fuck, that was incredible.”
“One more.” He decides with a chuckle, turning the wand back on. “This time I’m going to move.”
You nod to let him know you’re listening, as he pulls on your ropes, before switching the wand back on. “Still green.” You say before he asks.
“Good girl.” He groans as he starts to move inside your cunt. Loving the way that you grip him, hold him tight in your walls.
“Fuck,” you moan, as one of his hands grip tightly on your hip. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Don’t think about my cock.” He groans. “Concentrate on your clit. The wand. Does it feel good?”
“So so good,” you say, as you concentrate on the little vibrations.
He grunts, keeping his thrusts shallow so he can feel every time you clench. “You’re gonna cum again.” He demands.
“Yes, Sir,” you say as your walls flutter around him, and your hips do everything to seek out more. “Gonna c-cum.”
“Hmmmm.” He grunts, watching you as he keeps pushing his hips, keeps feeding you his cock again and again. Listening to the obscene sounds of your cunt and his cock pushing in and out of it.
You cum devastatingly hard, everything going black as you start to convulse around him. A loud scream of his name tunnels out your mouth and bounces off the walls as you choke his cock with your quivering cunt.
This time Dave pulls the wand away, tossing it down and leaning over you. His thrusts sharpening, his hips snapping forward roughly as he fucks you through the tremors of your orgasm.
Every snap of his hips is enough to make your breath hitch, his pace is almost relentless as he fucks into you with all his strength. You feel him notch against paradise inside of you, a place you’ve never discovered as he continues a delicious assault on your pussy.
The moment his hips tilt down, he feels your reaction. The gasp and arching of your back giving away that you do have a g-spot after all. “There?” He hisses through clenched teeth. “Right there?”
“Yes,” you gasp, as he purposely shreds up against it, “Oh, fuck, Dave!”
“That’s it.” He groans. “That’s it, right there. Gonna make you cum.”
“Please,” you beg, as he fucks up into that spot with ease, making you moan his name over and over as you gush around him.
Dave grunts, sweat rolling down his temples as he buries his cock again. Shifting his weight, he takes hold of one of the clamps around one nipple and tugs it until it pulls off your sensitive flesh with a sharp snap.
You gasp as a sharp pain shoots through you, “Fuck,” you gasp again, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.
“Cum.” He groans, wanting to feel it again before he cums.
Your body immediately obeys his commands, and for the third time you’ve cumming hard around his cock. Exhaustion starts to rise in your bones as pleasure rolls through you in harsh waves.
When you clench down around him again, Dave snarls, rocking his hips even harder as he chases his own pleasure. Feeling the tingle at the base of his spine and tensing as his thrusts become sloppy. “Fuck.”
“Fill me up, sir,” you beg beneath him, “I wanna feel you drip out of me.”
That does it for him. The plea for his cum makes him groan. Pushing deep for one more thrust and pulsing deep inside you. Hot spurts of his seed filling you up and coating your quivering walls as he groans out your name.
You lay there sated, not that you’re able to move, but you don’t mind. Inhaling his scent and listening to his jagged breaths as he softens inside of you.
“Shit.” Dave groans, knowing he needs to move, to untie you but he wants to stay for another moment. “Color?”
“Green,” you giggle, “Should I be asking you the same question?”
“No.” He grunts as he finally pulls away, smirking as he looks down at his cum pushing out from around his cock. “I was the one calling the shots.” Reaching for the rope, he starts to untie you and massage your limbs.
“That was amazing,” you say, “Thank you.”
“Thank you.” Dave hums, pointing towards the bathroom. “You can clean up, shower if you want before you go.”
You’re unsure if it’s the right thing to do but you can’t help yourself, before walking towards the bathroom, you reach over and place a gentle kiss on his cheek before making your way out of the room.
Dave frowns but he doesn’t move, watching you disappear into the bathroom before he stands up. Opting to clean up in the small half bath, he redresses and starts to clean the wand and clamps before putting them back and winding the ropes up.
Fully dressed and all cleaned up, you make your way back into the living room. Unsure how to approach the subject of collecting the rest of your pay.
Dave reaches into his back pocket to pull out his wallet when you walk into the room. The entire apartment looks like it had before you had walked in, save for the sheets needing to be changed. He pulls out the $450 dollars he owes you and holds it out for you to take.
“Thank you,” you say, feeling a little embarrassed about taking payment for what you just did. “I, uh, won’t tell anyone, not just because of the photos. Thank you, Dave.”
“Why are you selling yourself?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Are you in trouble?”
You choke back an awkward laugh, “No. I’m not in trouble, I just… I lost my job. Rent is due. And I don’t want to go back home full time. You’re actually the first person I’ve seen.”
He’s quiet for a moment, thinking about what you’ve told him. “Do you want to come back next Saturday?” He asks, giving you the option. “Same time, same payment.”
“Are you sure?” You ask, “I mean, yeah, that would be great. Tonight was fucking incredible.”
“Don’t text my regular phone.” He warns you, pulling out his burner phone and holding it out for you to send a text message to yourself. “Don’t put the number under my name.”
You nod in agreement and send yourself a blank text. “Is there anything you want me to bring? Or wear?”
“Just yourself.” Dave shakes his head. “You don’t have to wear anything special, you won’t be wearing it for long.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you next week then, Dave. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” He walks you to the door and closes it behind you. Frowning as he keeps his hand on the door after you walk out. It had been a surprising turn of events but he is interested to see if you show up next week.
The drive home is quick, and you find yourself immediately craving sleep. You think about the evening as you snuggle up in bed, how surprised you were when it was Dave that had opened the door and how guilty you feel about how much you wanted him.
You shake your head as you let sleep takeover, dreaming about large hands keeping you still and husky voices making demands that have your pussy clenching.
****
“David, we should have a date night.” Carol looks up at him from her makeup vanity with a small pout. “It’s been months since we’ve gone out and it’s Thursday.” She sends him a coy smile, biting her lip. Obviously thinking that a date would make the Thursday night sex even better.
“Sure honey.” Dave’s eyes match hers in the mirror before he turns back to tying his tie and he says your name. “Why don’t you give her a call and see if she can watch the kids tonight?” You obviously need the money and he wants to make sure you aren’t going to say anything. “We can order the girls pizza for dinner and go out.”
‘Hey honey, are you free for a few hours tonight? Me and Dave need a date night. Carol.’
You read the next a few times, and feel the guilt bubble up in your stomach. ‘The money would help so much right now,’ you think to yourself.
‘Sure. What time do you need me there?’ You type back and hit send before you can change your mind.
Carol grins and looks up from her phone. “She can. What time?” She asks.
“Tell her 6.” He pours his coffee and takes a sip. “That way you can get ready without the kids hanging on you.”
‘Can you be here for six?’ She types back a few minutes later, and you take a sip of your coffee and sigh.
‘Six sounds great. See you tonight.’
“Thank you David.” Carol smiles and steps up to Dave, snagging his cup and stealing a sip of his coffee. “We will have fun tonight.” She promises, leaning up on her toes to kiss him.
Dave hums, kissing her back but aware that he shouldn’t deepen the kiss past that point. “We will.” He nods, checking his watch. “But I’ve got to go to work now.” He steals another kiss before turning away. “Love you.”
****
You don’t have any classes today, so you spend the day cleaning your apartment and doing an essay that’s due early next week. Occasionally looking up and watching as the clock ticks off the hours.
Just before five you decide to have a shower, taking the time to shave your legs and deeply condition your hair before getting out and pulling on the dress you had laid out on your bed just before.
Anxiety bubbles in your tummy as you turn onto his street, admiring the rows of lush lawns and expensive cars, before pulling up onto his drive. Careful not to park behind his car, as not to block him in.
Dave steps out of the shower right as the doorbell rings. “Girls!” He shouts down the stairs. “Let the babysitter in!” He had gotten in just ten minutes earlier and was a little behind getting ready himself.
“Hey, honey,” you say as Molly whips open the door, with a large grin. “You ready for a fun evening?”
“Yeah!” She bounces on her toes happily. “Daddy said we are ordering pizza!” Pizza cures all in the York household, the girls could live off bread, sauce and cheese if their parents would let them.
“Sounds yummy,” you say, as you step into the house. “Pizza and a movie?”
“That sounds good.” She bites her lip. “Can we watch Tangled?”
You tap your chin a few times, and then break out in a huge smile and before announcing, “My favorite!” Watching as she giggles happily. You follow her down the hall and into the kitchen, where Alice is happily coloring in at the table. “Hi sweetie.”
“Hi.” Alice chirps before reapplying herself to her coloring. “Mommy and daddy are getting ready. Daddy said he was running ‘hella late’, whatever that means.”
“Oh,” you say with a little giggle, “Just an adult way of saying super late.”
“Ohhhh.” She shrugs and grins. “He was saying bad words as he ran upstairs.”
“Was he really?” You gasp, “Naughty daddy.”
“Don’t be a tattle tale.” Molly huffs, she always likes it when her daddy curses. It’s funny because he’s always so careful most of the time.
“Don’t worry, Molly, I won’t say anything. Do you guys want some juice?”
Dave rushes downstairs, dressed as the doorbell peels for the second time. “I’ll get it!” He calls out, knowing that has to be the pizza he ordered for dinner. He doesn’t want you to think you need to pay.
The sound of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, you’re nervous to see him again, but you can’t let it show. So you pour Molly and Alice out a glass of juice and get a few plates from the cupboard .
“Pizza’s here.” Dave announces, bringing the boxes back into the kitchen. His eyes find you and he wonders if it’s just his imagination that you are squirming.
“Come on, monkey,” you say to Molly, as you pop a plate in front of her, “Who’s hungry?!”
“Don’t let them eat too much.” Dave cautions. “Last time Molly stayed up half the night with a tummy ache.”
“Of course,” you say, looking at him for the first time since he came downstairs. He looks good, dressed in a nice suit with his hair styled back. “What time should I put them to bed?”
“Eight should be fine.” Dave hums. “Or whenever Tangled is over.” He smirks when Alice groans. “They don’t need showers or anything. Carol made them bathe when they got home from school.”
“Perfect.” You plate them both up a slice of pizza before reaching into the pantry and grabbing the ranch, knowing Alice would consume the whole bottle if she was allowed. “Are you going somewhere nice?”
“Some little Italian place Carol wants to try.” He can’t really remember the name, he just called and got a table. “Supposed to have really good lasagna.”
“Sounds lovely, Italian food is always a solid choice.”
“Call us if you have any issues.” Dave murmurs quietly, watching you. “We shouldn’t be out too late. But we are going to pay you until midnight.”
“Oh,” you say with a grateful smile, “I’m happy to get paid for just the time I'm here. The girls are always such a delight.”
He shakes his head. “Take the money.” He urges you. “You are watching them at the last minute for us. Doing us a favor.”
You look up at him, and smile, “Thank you, Mr. York.”
“No problem.” He looks back towards the girls with a fond smile.
You’re surprised at how relaxed you feel, pushing the weekend out of your head, right now he’s just the Dad of the girls you’re about to babysit. “Is there any laundry or anything I can do while you’re gone?”
“Not a thing.” He shakes his head. “Once the girls go down, watch whatever you want.”
“Thank you,” you say again, your eyes briefly dipping down to his lips.
Carol comes bustling onto the kitchen. “Oh, you are a lifesaver.” She exclaims, rushing over to give you a hug. “A date night is just what David and I need.”
“Trust me, it’s you doing me a favor!” You say, returning her hug, “If I have to eat ramen once more this week, I might scream. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She beams at the compliment and Dave hums in agreement. “You do look beautiful, honey.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
“So, I’ll make sure these two angels are fast asleep when you’re home. And I’ll pack their lunch bags for school tomorrow. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do while you’re gone? I really don’t mind.”
“Make sure you…” Carol drops her voice, “take the rest of the pizza home with you.” She tells you dramatically, “otherwise they will want it for breakfast.”
“Sounds good,” you say with a giggle. “Have a great evening, I’ve got your numbers if needed.”
Dave arches a brow, silently reminding you to not text the other phone. But he reaches for his wife. “We need to leave if we are going to make our reservation.”
You take the obvious hint, and nod your head once. “Say goodnight to your parents, girls,” you tell them as they shovel pizza into their tiny mouths.
“BYE!” Both girls chorus out, making all the adults laugh. In a few more minutes, Dave and Carol are out the door and gone.
Taking a slice of pizza, you almost groan in delight at how good it tastes before grabbing yourself a drink. “So pizza and then Tangled, ladies?”
“Yeah!” Alice cries and Molly nods, her mouth full of pizza.
“Perfect.” You eat another slice of pizza as the girls finish up theirs and usher them onto the couch. Switching on disney plus and heading back into the kitchen to clear up the mess. You join them a few minutes later and snuggle up as you watch the movie.
By the time Mother Gothel trips over the hair and falls to her death, both girls are passed out on the couch next to you, snoring softly.
You switch the movie off before gently scooping Alice in your arms, carrying her up to bed first before doing the same with Molly. You switch on their night lights and leave both their doors slightly ajar, so you can hear if they wake up or need anything. before tiptoeing downstairs and sorting their lunch for the next day.
You watch a few episodes of Law and Order as you snuggle up on their couch, waiting for the sound of Dave’s car to pull up.
“Daaaaaavid.” Carol giggles in the passenger seat as he pulls into the driveway and puts the car into park. “I want you, baby.”
Dave chuckles quietly, aware that his wife might have had too much wine with dinner and maybe the espresso martini with dessert was putting her over the edge. “Yeah? We need to get into the house first.”
She giggles again and nods, leaning over and tapping his cheek. “I- I’m even- I was to be….daring” she confides with an exaggerated wink. “From behind?” For her, that is daring, and Dave arches his brow in surprise.
“My birthday isn’t for another three months.”
You heard Dave’s car pull up a few minutes ago, and start to get your things together. Figuring they’ll want to be alone as soon as possible, you pull your coat on, grab your purse and the leftover pizza and wait patiently for them to come in.
Carol is handsy, tipsy and giggly as Dave hauls her from the car towards the door. Groping his cock and loudly telling him that she wants to suck it, something she never does except for extremely special occasions. “Okay, let’s get you inside.” He grunts, knowing that she’s probably going to be too drunk for even the Thursday night sex he normally gets.
You overhear the conversation between the two of them and hate the pang of jealousy that lights up in your stomach. You’re ready to get paid and to just get out of there.
The door opens and Carol spills inside, Dave holding onto her so she doesn’t go sprawling and he’s surprised to see you waiting. “Dave, baby, f-fu- have sex with me?” She can’t even say ‘fuck’ when she’s plastered. Dave rolls his eyes and decides the best thing to do is to get his wife upstairs. “Stay right here.” He tells you, scooping Carol up with a small shriek from the woman as he carts her upstairs over his shoulder.
“Sure,” you say quietly, as you watch him carry the woman he loves up the stairs. Listening to her giggle and thrash about in his arms, whilst trying to keep the second burst of jealousy coursing through you at bay. You want to just leave, to pick up the money another time and get out of there but decide to just wait.
Once in the bedroom, Dave lays her down, and avoids the grabby hands as she flops back in the bed. “Dave.” She whines, a clear indicator that she’s hammered because she always calls him David.
“I’ll be back, honey. I have to pay the sitter.” He knows that she will be passed out by the time he gets back upstairs and will probably regret this in the morning. “I’ll be right back.”
You can hear his footsteps running down the hall, and you can imagine he’s desperate to get back upstairs and fuck his wife. So you get your keys out, ready to take the cash and leave straight after.
“I’m sorry.” Dave shakes his head as he comes down the stairs. “Maybe having a bottle at dinner wasn’t a good idea.” He stops in front of you and reaches for his wallet. “Were the girls good for you?”
“Don’t apologize,” you say, with a shrug, “Sounds like you’ve had a great night. Perfect as always. Had some fruit for dessert and both were sleeping soundly before the movie ended.”
Dave chuckles and opens his wallet to start pulling cash out. “She’ll regret it in the morning when she wakes up with a hangover.”
“I’m sure you’ll see she has a good night before that happens,” you laugh, “So, I won’t keep you any longer.”
He thinks he hears the edge of jealousy, but he’s sure he’s imagining things. “Ten bucks says she’s already snoring.” He wagers playfully.
“Maybe,” you say with a shrug, “Thanks for this. Was lovely to see the girls again.”
“Hey.” He catches your arm as you turn towards the door. “Saturday?”
“Yes,” you say, with a smile, “Looking forward to it.”
“Good.” He lets go of your arm and reaches around you to open the door. “Have a good night. Shoot me a text when you get home safely.” It was something that had been in place before, Dave wanting to make sure the babysitters who watch his children make it home safely. It’s a dangerous world and he knows what lingers in the shadows.
“Will do, goodnight Dave.” You briefly glance down at his lips one last time, before shuffling out the door and making your way to your car.
Once the door is closed, Dave locks it, arms the security system and heads back upstairs. As he predicted, Carol is passed out, sprawled over his side of the bed and he can’t help but roll his eyes. He’ll have to get her undressed and tucked in, then go jerk off in the bathroom thinking about last Saturday.
The second you’re home, you put the leftover pizza in the fridge and shed your dress. Pulling on a comfortable oversized tee and climbing into bed. After plugging your phone into charge, you send a quick text to Dave.
‘Home safe.’
Once he gets your text, Dave can relax. Laying down on Carol’s side of the bed since she refused to roll over, he wonders what you are doing, and if you are looking forward to Saturday like he is.
You wonder if he’ll text back, but you doubt it. So you snuggle into your blankets and get comfortable, thinking about what he has in store for you this weekend.
****
Saturday rolls around again and Dave is waiting for you in the apartment. Slightly irritated with himself since he has never been so eager to get back here to fuck before. He blames it on not getting sex on Thursday, but he knows that’s not the case.
You press the buzzer and wait to be let into the building, excited to find out just what he wants to do to you tonight and whether you’ll be tied up again.
He buzzes you in and is already holding the door to the apartment open, when you get out of the elevator.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” His cock twitches and he wants to pull you into the apartment but he doesn’t. Instead he stands back and lets you come in. “Go into the bedroom and strip.”
“Yes, sir.” You walk straight into the bedroom and place your purse on the dresser, before unzipping your dress and removing your underwear. Placing yourself on the edge of bed and waiting patiently for him to join you.
Dave walks in and groans when he sees you naked. Waiting for him and he smirks. “Hands and knees, press your face into the pillow.”
“Any restraints today?” You ask, before getting into the position. Burying your face into the pillow, and trying not to think about how on display you are for him right now.
“Nope.” Dave is wearing sweats and a t-shirt, quickly discarded. Reaching out, he caresses your ass before he pulls his hand back to spank you.
You moan in pleasure at his touch. Rough or not. You’ve been craving him since that night, and seeing him Thursday just made those cravings more intense.
“Color?” He demands, slapping your ass again.
“Green,” you reply, loving the stinging feeling that spreads across your skin.
He holds both of your ass cheeks, spreading them wide and staring at both of your holes. He groans and rocks your hips back when you try to lean forward, shy about being exposed.
“Daaaave,” you breathe into the sheets, face burning as he holds you open.
He grins, pressing his thumb to your puckered hole just to feel you try to clench around it. Instead of teasing you more, he decides to shock you, leaning down and spitting on your asshole a second before he replaces his finger with his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” you cry out, as his tongue starts to lap at you there. It’s like he can gauge what you’re about to do next, as he grabs onto your hips, stopping them from moving forward.
Dave is filthy, loving how you moan and squeak as he slides his tongue down to push inside your cunt and then back to the other hole. Carol would never let him do this, so he is going to do it to you. Even if you won’t let him fuck your ass.
You squeal as his tongue pushes into your puckered hole, feeling overwhelmed even though he’s barely touched you. But you can hear his delicious groans, the pleasured moans that are falling from his mouth and you know he’s loving it, and you find yourself getting off on his sounds on top of his teasing.
One hand slides underneath you and he starts to rub your clit while he uses his mouth on you. Pulling away briefly, he bites your right ass cheek. “Good girl,” he praises before he dives back in.
You start to relax as his fingers circle your clit, the feeling of his mouth back there becoming more enjoyable as you get used to it. “Feels nice,” you mumble into the pillow, as he doubles down in his efforts.
He chuckles against your skin and makes sure that you moan again at the next flick of his tongue.
“I’m gonna cum,” you warn, as you rock your hips back, chasing his fingers and his tongue.
He just hums, pushing his tongue deep and flicking it inside you as his fingers continue their assault on your cunt.
“Daaaaveeee,” you scream into the cushion as you start to cum, your entire body spasming from the intense pleasure.
Groaning, he keeps working you, wanting you to be limp with pleasure by the time he pulls his face away from your ass.
“Yellow,” you murmur, as he continues working your overstimulated clit after you come down from your high.
Pulling away, Dave uses the same hand that had rubbed your clit to caress your ass. “Too much?”
“Yes,” you say quietly, worried you’ve upset him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Dave shifts to lay down beside you and his hand continues to caress your spine. “You need a drink?”
“No, baby,” you say, the nickname slipping out before you have time to realize, “Just need a few minutes and you can do whatever you want to me.”
He hums and rolls onto his back. “You’re going to ride me.” He decides with a smirk. “Bounce on my cock.”
You hum in excitement, “Yes, sir. You wanna fill me up again?”
“Are you okay with that?” Just because he had last time doesn’t mean you will want him to tonight.
“Masturbated every night this week to the thought of you watching it drip out of my pussy before pushing it back in,” you say as you swing your leg over, so you’re straddling him.
“And you’re supposed to be innocent.” He snorts and shakes his head, already gripping your hip. “You like cum play?”
“I am,” you say with a smile, “I guess so, you’re the only person to have cum inside of me without a condom.”
Dave smirks and slaps your thigh. “So climb on my cock.” He grunts.
You lift your hips and watch as he lines himself up for you to sink down on, you steady yourself by holding onto one of his shoulders before taking him. Pleasure immediately pouring out of you as you fill yourself with him. “Fuck,” you moan, “Was so jealous on Thursday. Wanted you to bend me over the kitchen island and fuck me instead of her.”
“Didn’t fuck her.” His chuckle is mixed with a groan and he smirks. “You owe me ten bucks.”
“Oh, do I now?” you say as you start to grind your hips, “I feel a little guilty now. You didn’t get off and I went home and played with this pussy thinking about what you were planning for me.”
He twitches inside you and rocks his hips up. “Jerked off thinking about what I would do to you.”
“Yeah?” You say as you move a little quicker, “Tell me the filthiest thing you’d do to me.”
“Fuck your pretty little ass and then cum in your face.” Dave groans.
“Yeah? You want to be the first one to fuck my ass, Dave?”
He hisses, rocking his hips up again. He would love to, but he doubts he will see you again after this. He normally sees the girls no more than twice, occasionally three times. But he doesn’t want an emotional connection with anyone he fucks here. “Yes.”
“Maybe, I’ll let you.” You say, as he grabs on your hips, pushing you down harder on his cock.
One hand slides up to palm your tit as you start to bounce on his cock. “Let me know when you decide.”
“I know that you only see girls a few times,” you say, increasing the speed you bounce on his cock a little, “But if you want to do this again, I’ll let you. Let you fuck my ass as a final goodbye.”
He groans but he doesn’t answer. Cock twitching and he slaps your ass again. It’s a good trick to get him to choose you again. One that he’s already considering.
His refusal to answer makes you feel overwhelmed with embarrassment, so you pick up the pace. Riding his cock and clamping down around him as hard as you can, desperate to make him cum and feel him fill your needy pussy up as quickly as possible.
“Fuck.” Dave’s eyes are on your tits as you bounce harder. “So good. Fuck, you gonna cream all over my cock again?”
“Yes,” you gasp, “Fuck, Dave.” You chant his name over and over as he shreds up against that spot that only he has ever been able to find inside of you. “So close.”
“Good.” He grunts, bracing his feet on the mattress so he can fuck up into you. “After you cum, you’re gonna clean my cock off with your tongue.”
“Oh, fuck. Yes please,” you plead, desperate to feel how his cock twitches on your tongue. You grind down on him a few more times before you’re thrown from that edge.
Your body shakes and you collapse against his chest as your hips stop moving. He doesn’t do anything, letting you ride it out until you are panting softly.
Once you’re a little more composed, you lift off him and silently position yourself between his legs. Before bending down and circling his weeping tip with your tongue.
“Fuck. Suck it.” Dave groans, grabbing your shoulder and sighing when you take him deeper. “But I want to cum in your cunt.”
You do as he demands, hollowing your cheeks around him and sucking his cock whilst gently squeezing his sack. Letting him rock his hips so he’s pushing past your tonsils and making you slightly gag at the intrusion, knowing that he fucking loves to hear you gag from taking him. His groans are filthy, every single one going straight to your pulsating clit and you’re not sure who’s enjoying this blow job more.
“Touch yourself.” Dave orders, wanting you to moan around him.
Your fingers snake down between your legs and you circle your clit, your moans wrapping around his throbbing length.
“Fuck yes.” Dave groans, watching your hand move between your thighs.
You resume your focus on working his cock, your fingers still circling your clit as you take him deeper in your throat. Slightly gagging as your nose nestles against his pubic hair, breathing deep through your nose as you hollow your cheeks and suck as hard as can.
Dave grunts out your name, closing his eyes and letting himself get closer to cumming with every pull of your jaw. “Fuck, get on my cock.” He orders.
You can’t resist hollowing your cheeks and sucking really hard one last time before you pull off him with a loud pop. You move to straddle him again, using his shoulders to steady yourself as you sink down onto him, “Fill me up, baby,” you say as sweetly as you can, grinding your hips as you do so.
Dave groans, taking over and instead of rolling you over and thrusting into you, he lifts his hips. Working his cock in and out of you frantically as you grind down on him. “Shit, shit, shit.” He hisses, fingers digging into your hips hard enough that he will leave bruises under your skin.
Two of your fingers start to circle your clit after gathering up some of the wetness that you’ve dripped over the base of his cock. Rubbing faster and faster, loving how he groans your name as your walls flutter around him and hug tight. “You feel so fucking good.”
Dave groans in agreement, cock pulsing and his hips stutter as he tries to keep working up into you. “Fuck.”
You pull your fingers away from your clit and work on riding him a little harder, focusing on his high and the gorgeous groans he’ll reward you with as he spills into you. “Please, baby.” You beg, “Fill me up, Dave, pleeeaaaaase.”
Shit, he’s never had someone beg him to fill them up like that. Not even when they were trying for Alice. He gasps your name again as he’s thrown over the edge. Rocking his hips up to bury himself inside you to fill you up like you begged.
“Fuck. You’re perfect,” you whine, as it expertly hits that spot inside of you. “You going to cum for me, baby?”
“Yes.” The word is spat out as he starts to cum, growling as his cock pulses inside you.
You bite down on your lip as his cum floods your pussy, each thrust makes you chant his name like sacred prayer.
He groans, pulling you forward to collapse against him. “Fuck.” He pants quietly.
“How was that?” You ask quietly, as your body sags against him.
"Good." He groans, his hand sliding up and down your back as he continues to twitch inside you.
You hum happily before leaning forward and placing a fleeting kiss on his shoulder. “What’s next?”
He had cum a lot quicker than he normally does. Another couple of hours before Carol would miss him, if she wasn't already asleep by the time he got home. "You want another round?" He asks, amused with how greedy you are.
“Yes sir,” you say with a nod of your head, a smile stretching across your face.
"Greedy." He huffs quietly. "How much will you charge me?"
“Nothing extra” you say, with a shrug, your face heating up as he reminds you that this is all transactional.
He tuts and shakes his head, wondering if you understand that you should charge him more. You might enjoy it, but this is supposed to be something where you are paid for sex.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” you whisper quietly, changing the subject from money.
"From behind." He decides. "On your stomach."
You shuffle off him and lay flat on your stomach wondering what’s in store for you, knowing it’ll take a little while for him to harden again.
"No, not now." Dave shakes his head. "Turn onto your back and spread your legs."
“Oh,” you say, “Sorry.” Before turning around and doing as he commanded.
"It's going to take me a while to get it up again." He flashes you a sardonic grin. "Getting old." His hand slides up your thigh and he hums when he sees the first beads of his cum starting to push out of your cunt. "So I'm going to push my cum back inside you while we wait."
You hate the way your body immediately reacts to his hands on you, even just sliding them up your thighs he has you keening and wanting to beg for more. His tongue pokes out of lips, and you have to bite down on your own, so you don’t beg him to kiss you. “Touch me,” you plead softly instead.
"I'm going to touch you." His fingers slide through the slick of his cum and he gathers it on his fingers to push back inside you.
His fingers are like magic, pushing deep into you and teasing nirvana inside of you. You watch the concentration on his face, as he touches your pussy, and as he pushes his spend back where you need it.
“Can I—,” you start to ask, before stopping yourself, wondering if he’d be mad at you making a request, when it’s him paying you. But you can’t help yourself, “Can I taste us?” You ask shyly, “From your fingers?”
He grins, pushing his fingers deep to make sure they are coated in cum before he pulls them free and offers them to you. Smearing the wetness around your lips.
Your hands come up and hold on gently onto his wrist, and after he’s finished spreading your mixed release across your lips, you open your mouth and close your lips around his fingers. Sucking them gently, whilst swirling your tongue around his thick digits. Moaning at the delicious taste of you both swirled together.
"Taste good?" He asks, soft cock twitching because of the fluttering of your tongue against his fingers.
“So good, baby,” you mewl, swirling your tongue around his fingers one more time.
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and slides them back down to your cunt to tease and push more of his cum back inside you.
“Why don’t you have a taste?” You ask, as he pushes his fingers inside your cunt.
"Maybe later." Dave watches you as he curls his fingers up.
He pulls a loud gasp of his name from you with minimal effort, he fingers curling up expertly inside of you. “What if I beg?” you ask between moans, “Should I beg you to lick my clit? Knock $100 off the bill?”
He chuckles and keeps his fingers buried inside you. "You are bad with money." He teases, leaning in and nipping your collar bone.
“Is your tongue not worth $100, Dave?” You tease, before yelping as his teeth dig into you.
"You should be charging me to suck my cum out of your cunt."
“Yeah? Maybe I will. What is it that I'm getting tonight again? $500? Minus the $10 for that bet you roped me in on Thursday?”
"$700." He chuckles again.
“$701.” You say with a giggle, “I’m gonna charge you $1 to eat my little pussy.”
"Really bad with money." Dave jokes, curling his fingers up inside you again as he shifts between your thighs.
“I can demand more if you really want me to,” you laugh.
"Good." He nips the inside of your thigh. He knows you have to make money, you have bills you need to pay. He's not going to take advantage of you. "What do you want?" He asks, flicking his tongue over your clit.
“More,” is the only thing you can bring yourself to say, it already feels incredible, he laps at your clit so perfectly. Making you writhe and moan beneath him with ease. “Keep your fingers buried inside me,” you plead, before losing yourself in him. The only thing you can concentrate on is the way his tongue feels on your pussy, and how good he looks between your thighs.
You're bossy, but he's not too concerned about that. He likes that you are telling him what you want. That you are demanding pleasure from him. Demanding that he lick his cum from. your folds. He hums and flicks his tongue again while obeying your orders.
“You look so fucking good,” you praise him, “You look fucking gorgeous while you’re eating my pussy.” Your fingers tangle in his hair and you give him a little tug, loving the way he snarls back at you. “Larissa told me that you only fuck girls twice,” you say breathlessly, “But I meant what I said… If you want to do this -ohfuckbaby- if you want to do this one more time; you can fuck my ass. I’ll never let anyone else do it ever. You wanna pay to fuck my ass, baby?”
Dave hisses into your cunt, the idea already making him harden and twitch at the idea. He wanted to. He wants to be the only one to fuck your ass. He groans and curls his finger up as he sucks your clit into his mouth.
It makes you giggle when he hisses, your words clearly getting to him and you know he wants it. “Fuck,” you moan, as he brings you closer to the that edge, “Make me cum, Dave.”
He growls again, loving how you tug on his hair and he sucks on your clit like it is the last thing he will ever do. Curling his fingers up again as he does.
Your thighs start to shake, and before you have time to grasp it’s happening, they’re clamping down around his head as he pulls on earth shattering orgasm from you. Your hips rocking up against his face, throughout your high as you chase more and more from him. It’s messy, it’s loud and it’s fucking filthy.
He doesn't pull away, doubling down on the pressure as he licks and sucks. Pumping his fingers deeper and harder inside your spasming walls as he draws every sound out of you that he possibly can until you push him away.
“Fuck,” you gasp, looking up at his face that’s glistening with your cum. He looks as wrecked as you feel, he snarls at you a few times as you pull at your hardened nipples. His cock is rock hard again, resting heavily against his stomach and the tip is an angry red that’s begging for release.
“No safe words. No traffic light system,” you say with jagged breaths, “Everything is on the table, I want you to fucking destroy me, Dave. Right now.”
It's like the restraints have been cut free. Bonds have fallen away and the only reason he's not flipping you over and shoving his cock in your virgin asshole is because you will need to be worked open to take him. His hands are bruising, harsh as he flips you over and his hand leaves a welt on your ass as he lines up with your dripping cunt. Snapping his hips forward to bury his length inside you within seconds of your last word coming out of your mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” you choke out, as he takes what he needs from you. “Use me. However you need.” His hands are rough, but you crave more and more. You crave him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, can’t believe you’re touching me… fucking me.”
He swears he's never been this frantic. This rough. Unhinged as he pushes his hips forward again and again as he nearly fucks you into the bed from the force of his thrusts.
“Good boy,” you grit, as he fucks you so forcefully that your legs start to buckle. “So fucking good. God. You’re so fucking perfect. Always working so hard for your family… working so hard for everyone.”
Snarling, Dave grabs the back of your neck, squeezing it harshly as he rams his cock as deep as he can. "Fuck."
You’re pretty sure your legs are about to give way beneath you, so you grab onto the headboard. “Fucking perfect,” you choke back at him, your abused pussy grips around his length as he plows into that delicious spot inside of you. “Fucking love this cock.”
He doesn't know how you are talking. Every punishing swing of his hips forces the air out of your lungs. Fucking the very air from your body as he pumps his cock into you.
You gasp as the next thrust turns your legs into jell-o, your arms no longer holding you up as you crumble into the mattress. You try to push yourself back up but it’s no use, but that doesn’t stop him, he continues his relentless pace.
Another few thrusts and Dave is pulling back, flipping you onto your back and shoving your legs up onto his shoulders as he drives back into you. Folding you over and pushing into you with hard, fast thrusts as he fucks himself down into your exposed cunt.
“Dave,” you scream as his thrusts rip the air from your lungs, he looks fucking wrecked as he destroys you. Every snap of his hips is designed to be punishing as you sink further into his mattress. You can see in his face how much he needs this, how badly he’s been craving this kind of release and you love that you’re the one to give it to him.
He doesn't know why he does it, maybe it's because he can. Or that under normal circumstances, he would never, but his hand comes out and he slaps your cheek. Not hard enough to really hurt you, just to surprise you.
You gasp. Shock apparent on your face, as his hand makes contact with your cheek. “Again,” you say quietly, as the fleeting sting makes your pussy clamp down like a vice around him.
Groaning, Dave doesn't let up his brutal pace but the sting of his hand on your cheek is a bit sharper.
“Fuck.” You grit out, as your cheek burns. “You want to mark me up? Slap me? Bite me? Fucking do it.” The words leave your mouth so easily, that it shocks you, but the urge to give this man everything is overwhelming. The need to please him is the only thing in the world that matters to you right now. “My body is yours.”
Your body will wear his teeth marks. He sucks and bites everywhere he can reach. Wanting to make sure that you feel him for days.
You hiss in pleasure as his teeth sink into your soft skin, before he picks up his pace again. Your fingers snake down to your needy clit and you start to rub circles into it, loving the way his cock harshly pounds into you.
"You better cum." He grunts, "better cum." He hisses it through his teeth as he bites down on another inch of your flesh.
“Yes, sir,” you breathe out, as you rub your little bundle of nerves a little faster. Feeling that fire set alight inside of you, it doesn’t take long until your walls are fluttering around him. Your pussy greedily sucking onto his cock as he continues his pace, “I’m gonna cum,” you manage to choke out before you’re convulsing in pleasure. Clamping down so hard that you’re pretty sure your pretty little cunt is choking his thick fat cock.
Still, he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even change his pace when your walls start to strangle his cock. It requires more force, more pressure but he just keeps hammering away.
You flood his cock as you cum, gushing all over his length and dripping down his balls as you squeeze hard around him. All you know is white hot pleasure as he thrusts relentlessly throughout and as you come down from your orgasm. He grits something out from behind his teeth but you’re too deliriously blissed out to make out what he said.
He doesn’t want to fill you this time. Wants to paint your skin with his cum and watch it dry on your flesh.
You feel his hips begin to stutter, and notice his breath gets shakier. But he’s still refusing to let up on his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, only just drowned out by your moans.
The muscles in his arms bunch, straining from the effort to keep himself over you. Grunt and wiping away his sweat as he works towards the best fucking orgasm of his life.
“Cum,” you say softly, a plea not a demand, needing him to feel the kind of release that’ll free him of years of holding himself back.
He hisses, eyes nearly black as he holds your gaze. pumping into you once, twice more before he is pulling free of your body and quickly stroking himself. Grunting as he starts to spurt his cum all over your skin.
You both stare into each other's eyes as he coats your skin. He’s doing exactly what you had said, he’s marking you. Temporarily covering you with something that confirms even if it’s just for a little while that your body is his.
"Shit." Dave groans, milking his cock for the last drops of his cum as your body heaves and trembles on the bed beneath him.
“Dave,” you say, barely above a whisper, “That was what you needed.” You lift a hand up to gently move the hair from his face, and let it linger for a few seconds before pulling it away. Exhaustion evident in your bones.
He frowns slightly as your body practically melts into the bed. You are exhausted obviously and Dave can't have you driving home. Your eyes are barely fluttering as you fight to keep them open. "You are going to sleep here." He decides, even though it will be the first time he's ever had someone stay in the apartment.
“I’ll be okay,” you say, hearing the unease in his voice, “It’s not a far drive.” You can feel your body starting to drift towards sleep, despite what you’re saying.
"No, you aren't." He murmurs, watching you fall asleep as he sits there. Huffing in amusement as he shakes his head.
It doesn’t take long until you’re flat out, dreaming peacefully as your achy bones get a much needed rest. In sleep, your arms wrap around his pillow and you bring it closer to your chest.
He climbs out of the bed and moves towards the bathroom to clean up. You have fallen asleep with his cum on your body. After he redresses, he pulls out his wallet and pulls out another $700 to lay on the dresser. You are out cold and he pulls up the comforter over your nude body. "Sleep well."
For the first time in a long time, you fall asleep and stay asleep the entire night. Snuggled up comfortably in a bed that isn’t yours, blissfully unaware of the front door opening and closing as he slips out and makes his way home.
****
"Hon, I'm going to run and grab some coffee." Dave kisses Carol's still sleeping form and smirks when she grunts and snuggles into her pillow even more. "'kay." she mumbles and immediately drifts off to sleep again, completely unaware of anything.
He's not going to get coffee. Or, he is, but that's not all he's doing. He wants to check on you this morning. Make sure you are okay since he couldn't exactly check in with you when you were asleep.
You’re still fast asleep as he re-enters the apartment, your body snuggled up to the pillow that smells like him as he comes into the room. Clutching two large cups of coffee.
He can't help but laugh when he finds you still asleep. Impressed with how well you seem to sleep in a bed that isn't yours. The faith you have in the arrangement is surprising. He sets the coffee down on the bedside table next to your money and starts to gather up the wash rags. He'll strip the bed himself after you wake up.
The inviting smell of coffee makes you stir, and slowly you open your eyes. The first thing you notice is how sore you are, your poor pussy aching after the delicious battering it took, the second is the sound of someone shuffling around in the bathroom. With a wince, you push yourself up and get the coffee, taking a large sip before setting it back down on the table before calling out his name.
Coming back into the room, Dave smirks when he sees you, disheveled and sleepy eyed. "Apparently I fucked you into a coma." He teases, balling up the towels and throwing them down on the floor. "Sleep good?"
“I didn’t realize that sex could turn a person to jell-o,” you say with a giggle, “Yeah. Like a baby. Thank you for letting me stay, I think I would have fallen asleep before turning the key in the ignition.”
"You weren't going anywhere." Dave shakes his head. "It would have been too dangerous." Even if he hadn't been comfortable with the idea, your safety was priority over that. "You want to take a shower? All the cum is dried on your skin."
“Probably best I wash it off before going home,” you agree. “I won’t be long.” Pushing yourself up on your feet, you feel your joints groan in disapproval. But the discomfort is a surprisingly welcome reminder, a way to remember just how real the night before was.
"Take your time." Dave shoots you a grin. "You seem a little sore this morning."
“I wonder who’s fault that is,” you say as you stand completely bare in front of him.
"Oh I don't mind taking the blame for that." He boasts smugly. "Proud of that."
You giggle as you walk to the bathroom, “I bet you are, sir.”
When the shower turns on, Dave starts to strip the sheets, carrying them through the apartment to the washing machine. Deciding that he will start it after you get out of the shower before he leaves. The housekeeper would appreciate it.
The hot water feels incredible on your aching joints, so you stand there for a few minutes and just let it cover you before cleaning your skin. Running your fingers across the dried cum that’s coating your body before washing it off. It doesn’t take long for you to decide that you need to get out and eat, so you hurry yourself up and get dried and dressed as quickly as you can.
“Thank you,” you say as you enter the kitchen, where he’s waiting patiently, “The hot water helped.”
"No problem." Dave takes your towel and rag to toss into the machine with the sheets. "Take it easy this week."
“Yeah, I don’t think I have much choice.” You say quietly, with a little smirk.
"Don't worry about that." Dave dismisses your protest. "I dropped by to check on you. Bring you some coffee."
“Yeah, thank you, I drained the cup immediately,” you admit. “And thank you for last night.”
"Thank you." He hums as he turns back. "Oh shit, hang on." He pulls his wallet out again and pulls out another $100. "For eating your pussy." He teases as he holds it out to you.
“No,” you say with a giggle, “That was $1.”
"Don't have any change." He shrugs and smirks at you. "Guess it's your lucky day."
“Dave,” you say with a sigh, “I can’t. But thank you. $700 is more than enough. And I guess we should really get going.”
"Take the money." Dave grunts, serious this time. "You need it." He's not being benevolent. You need money and you had given him far more than he had expected last night.
After a few moments of him staring you down, you relent and take the money. “Thank you, I really enjoyed last night.”
"I enjoyed last night too." He smirks and tilts his head towards you.
“Good,” you say with a smile. You wait to see if he brings up seeing you again next week but he doesn’t, so you tuck the money into your purse and reach for your jacket. “I should go.”
"I'll walk you out." He offers, grabbing his coat and walking towards the door. "Big plans for today?"
“Going to swing by the grocery store and head home, you?”
"Gotta take the girls to some Disney brunch that Carol planned for today." Dave shrugs and smiles as he imagines how excited the girls will be. "Then I've got to do the yard work. You know? The honey-do list every man gets saddled with on the weekends."
“Honestly, disney brunch sounds incredible, I’m jealous,” you admit as you walk out with him, “Ah, yes. Happy wife, happy life.”
"That seems to be the motto, yeah." Dave shrugs. If he finds the conversation unusual to be having with someone he just fucked last night, he doesn't show it. When he reaches your car, he waits patiently as you unlock your door. "Drive safe, okay?" He offers with a smile.
“You too,” you offer back, lingering for a few moments before opening the door and stepping in. You can’t pretend you didn’t want him to suggest another meet up, even if it was just once more, but you had been told that he doesn’t like to see girls more than a few times so you shouldn’t be surprised.
Dave contemplates telling you to meet him here next Saturday, but he doesn't. Wanting more time to think about it as well as giving you a chance to change your mind. If you come here again, he's going to fuck your ass.
He watches you drive away and you give him a little wave as you begin your journey home. You go over the events of the night before and how good it felt to give him all the power. To let him hear exactly what he needed to hear.
****
He lasts until Wednesday. Leaving the office and pulling out the extra phone to send you a text. 'Saturday? Same time? If I can still fuck your ass.'
You had hoped that the offer was enough to make him change his mind and you grin ear to ear after receiving the text. After you had left on Sunday, you had driven to the grocery store and made an unscheduled visit to another store across the retail park.
You wanted to prepare yourself just in case he wanted to take you up on the offer, so out of sheer curiosity you entered the store. Speaking briefly to the shopgirl about your plans, she had suggested a small plug, one that you could wear around without noticing it after a while.
Silver with a cute heart shaped gem at the base. Feeling particularly excited, you decide to show him just how much you still want him to take you back there.
You type out ‘Was hoping to hear from you… I’ll be ready for you,’ before attaching a photo. One that shows your glistening pussy and the base of the plug sitting pretty in your puckered hole.
Dave grunts, cock twitching in his pants as he stares at the photo. Loving how you have started to prepare even if you didn't know he was going to text you again. '$1000 to fuck that pretty little asshole of yours'
‘Perfect, can’t wait. See you Saturday.’
Excitement starts to bubble up in your stomach and you can only hope that the next few days pass quickly.
The week passes incredibly slowly for Dave. The sex on Thursday just as boring as it normally is but he thinks about how he had fucked you last week as he fucked her. It had made it somewhat better than normal. Although when Saturday night comes around, he is leaving the house, rushing to the apartment and eager to find out if you were ready to take his cock.
You arrive at seven on the dot. A tube of lube sits in your purse, despite being sure he already has some you want to make sure. You had done your research and wanted to make sure that you’re as comfortable as possible.
“Good evening,” you say as he opens the door.
"Hey." Dave smirks as you shift in the doorway and he opens it wider for you to come inside. "Are you nervous?"
“A little,” you admit honestly, “But I’m more excited. I like giving you what you want, and I know how much you want this.”
He chuckles and closes the door behind you. "Are you wearing that plug?" He asks, lifting a brow.
“Yes,” you say with a grin, “It’s pretty isn’t it? Bought it after leaving here on Sunday. ”
"I figured you did." Dave hums. "I want to see it."
Without another word you make your way to the bedroom, undoing the buttons on your dress on the way and shedding it the second you’re in the room. Having foregone wearing any underwear tonight, you turn around to face him.
He walks slowly behind you, watching and humming in approval at how eager you are. "Bend over baby, show me that plug."
It’s the first time he’s used an endearment on you, and it makes your breath hitch and your pussy clench. “Yes, sir,” you smile sweetly, before doing as you're told.
He groans, eyes fixed on the little bejeweled end of the plug. "Does it feel good, baby? You like it inside your little asshole?"
You wonder if he can see your pussy clench as he calls you baby again, loving the way it makes you feel. “Feels so good, my pussy feels so much tighter with it in. Could barely push two of my fingers inside of me last night.”
"Hmmmm." He reaches down and rubs his cock through his pants. "So you had to touch yourself last night, huh? I jerked off thinking about you. Stretching that little hole around my cock."
“Yes, baby, played with my tight little pussy thinking about you. Dreaming about the things I want you to do to me. Mhmm, I want to see you stroke your cock. Watch you cum.”
He chuckles quietly, aware that you aren't going to be getting your way tonight. Your little asshole is going to take his load and he's going to watch it drip out.
The urge to kiss him is one that’s getting harder to ignore, but you push it away. “So are you going to fuck this tight little ass or not?” You say, feeling impatient.
"Do you want me to spank you?" He asks, lifting a brow.
“Yes,” you say, without hesitation. “Come get this pussy all wet.”
His eyes darken, excited that you are going to let him do whatever he wants to you. "Lay down."
“Okay, baby,” you say, excitement evident in your voice. You figure this is the last time you see him, so you’re determined to make it a good night.
"On your stomach." He orders, starting to strip down himself.
Without a word you flip onto your stomach, grateful that it’ll take away the urge to capture his lips with yours.
"Ass up." He orders. "Show me that little plug again."
Obeying his command you shake your hips a little, and wait for him to come over.
He chuckles, admiring the way your ass shakes. "Such an eager little slut."
“Just for you,” you say looking over your shoulder, “You bring it out in me.”
That comment makes him hiss in pleasure. Happy that he could make you craven for his cock. He's naked now, his cock hard and jutting out as he wraps his fist around it. "Good girl."
“I want you to feel how tight my pussy is with the plug before you fuck my ass,” you tell him, “Come get that cock nice and wet.”
"Jesus Christ." His hand caresses your ass before he slaps it once, twice, three times and groans when he feels how hot it is.
“You know you’ve ruined all other men for me,” you say with a giggle, “Will spend the rest of my life knowing that no cock will live up to yours.”
He doubts that, but his cock twitches at your praise. "Gonna ruin you even more."
“Please,” you beg, “Make me yours. Even if it’s just for tonight.”
He groans and doesn't hesitate to notch his cock at your wet cunt to push inside you. Moaning your name at how tight you feel with the plug still nestled inside your ass.
He feels like heaven, you hiss at the stretch of him but you still want more, so you clench down around him, willing him to make you scream.
Dave grunts, reaching down and tugging on the end of the plug and pushing it deeper inside you while he starts to rock his hips. “Fuck.”
“Oh, fuck, baby,” you almost yell, it stings a little but you love it. “Oh my god, Dave.”
“Feel so good baby.” He groans, rubbing your ass and slapping the other cheek. “So tight.”
“Keep calling me baby,” you beg, as you rock your hips back to meet his thrust. “Please.”
“You like that?” He’s surprised but he will keep calling you that if you want. “Huh, baby? You like me playing with your plug?”
“Yes,” you moan, “I think I could cum from you calling me baby alone. You going to make me cum and then fuck my ass? Claim what’s already yours.”
“Have I let you down yet?” He grunts, enjoying the way that you squeeze him.
“No, baby,” you giggle, rocking your hips back hard. Needing to cum quickly, as you’re desperate for him to overwhelm you. Ready to feel him every time you move again for the next few days. “So, make me cum, Dave.”
Dave huffs, amused by your sassy attitude and your commands. But he listens to you. One hand toys with your plug while the other rubs your clit. His hips rocking quickly as he fucks you.
You moan his name as his hand expertly works your clit, rubbing the little bundle of nerves so perfectly that he has you worked up in no time. He increases the speed as you start to clamp down on his cock, flooding his length with your cum while he rocks in and out of you. “Harder, baby,” you beg, before he throws you over that edge.
He chuckles, leaning down and biting your shoulder as he slaps your clit lightly.
“You’re fucking amazing,” you choke out as you come down, and fall forward off his cock “So fucking amazing.”
Dave hums and twists the plug, pulling it out of your grasping hole with a small pop. “You ready for me here, baby?” He asks.
“I’m ready for you,” you say nodding your head, “Wreck me again, Dave.”
“I’m going to go slow.” He shuffles off the bed to grab the lube from the nightstand.
“Okay,” you say, as you watch him get the lube and start to generously coat his length.
He brings the tube over to the bed with him and taps your hip. “On your back, I’m going to put a pillow under your ass.”
Turning around slowly, you look up at him and smile, lifting your hips so he can position a pillow beneath them. “You’re so fucking sexy,” you whisper as you look up at his face.
“You’re biased because I’m about to shove my cock in your ass.” He jokes.
“No,” you say softly, “You’re gorgeous… you fucking me is just a bonus.”
His fingers make sure that the lube is smeared around your hole and he can't help but press them into you. Feeling the resistance until he breeches you and groans at how tight your walls immediately grip his digits.
The noise you make is filthy, and it makes him chuckle. “Fuck,” you whimper, loving the small taste of what’s about to come.
He doesn't immediately pull his fingers out, pushing them deeper and scissoring them to open you up more and work the lube deeper. It will help you take him.
His brow furrows in concentration and he works you open, a smirk splashed across his face as you call his name.
When he slips a third finger inside you, he knows that you are ready and pulls his fingers free. "Just a little bit more lube."
“Okay, baby,” you say breathlessly, ready for whatever he’s going to give to you.
Dave squirts some more lube onto his fingers and coats the ring of your hole before he grips your hip. "Ready?"
“I’m ready.”
He takes his time lining up. Savoring the moment as he watches his cock press against the tight little hole he is about to claim.
“Take what’s only yours,” you plead quietly.
That is what makes him start to push his hips forward. The pressure of your puckered skin exquisite against the head until it yields. Giving way as he starts to breach you.
You whimper as he pushes inside on you, your fingers gripping the sheets and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. It immediately stings, but you refuse to let it show, wanting him to claim you in a way no else has and no one else will.
Once the head is completely in, he stops. Caressing your ass as he waits for you to get used to him. He doesn't want you to rip, to just endure him taking you like this. He wants you to enjoy it.
“Are you okay?” You ask, once he’s stopped.
"I'm good, baby." He promises. "Just letting you get used to it. I know it has to feel strange."
“It does, but I like it,” you say, before reaching up and stroking his chest. “You feel so good.”
"You want to take a little more?" He asks, smirking slightly.
You nod and smile, letting your hand fall back down to the sheets, ready to grip them once he starts to move again.
You take another two inches of his cock. Keeping his hips rocking slowly, trying to be as gentle as he can even though you are tighter than a glove around him.
The whimpers that slip through your lips are loud, but you can’t help yourself. The stretch is overwhelming, but you focus only on the pleasure in his face as he fills you.
"Good girl." He groans, "you're doing so good, baby." He pulls his hips back as he rocks just a bit deeper into you.
“More,” you gasp out, ready for him to fill you to the hilt.
You enjoy the pain. Biting his lip, Dave snaps his hips forward and buries the rest of his length into your virgin ass.
You yelp as he fills you, a sharp pain rips through you but he’s immediately soothing you. Praising you for taking him so well, and telling you how good you feel around his cock.
"So good, baby." He coos, leaning down and biting your shoulder. "It'll pass. It'll feel good. I promise." He groans, twitching inside you. "Do you feel how badly I want you? How I want this? You're the only one to give it to me."
“You’re the only one, I’ll ever give it to,” you gasp out, as you start to adjust to the heft of him. The throbbing lessening as you start to relax around him.
He groans, twitching again at your words. He loves that. Loves that you are promising to never let anyone else have this. Even if you did not mean it.
“Fuck me,” you beg quietly, needing to give him release, needing to hear him groan your name in pleasure, “I can take it.”
"Not just yet." He shakes his head. "You wouldn't be able to take it right now, baby. We need to ease you into this."
“I want to make you feel good.”
"I do feel good." Dave groans, biting your shoulder again.
You moan as he sinks his teeth into you, before reaching down and rubbing your clit, needing something more.
"Such a greedy little thing." He grunts, watching you rub your clit. Your walls tremble around him and he rocks his hips deeper to grind into you more.
“You do this to me,” you moan, as you chase your pleasure. Feeling yourself clench around his cock and whimpering at the sensation.
"I do?" He grunts, starting to pull back slowly. Letting you feel every inch of him moving inside you.
“You do,” you say, as he starts to overwhelm you in the best possible way. “I’m ready, Dave, I can take it.”
He doesn't comment, he just grabs your hips and pulls your ass up slightly as he starts to push back into you.
You continue working your clit, as he slowly starts fucking into you. You can see from his face that he’s not going to last long once he finds his pace, so you start circling your bud a little faster, trying to concentrate on the pleasure rather than the pain.
"You're so goddamn tight." He grunts, biting his lip. "So goddamn tight. Like a vice around my cock."
“Yeah? Tell me how good I feel, Dave.”
"I'm going to destroy you." He vows with a hiss, growling at how good you feel.
“Then do it,” you challenge.
He chuckles and pulls his hips back so he can surge back into you.
Your breath hitches in preparation for what he’s about to do, your fingers gripping the sheets ever harder, “Fuck me, Dave.”
"Sure thing, baby." He groans, digging his fingers in your hips and starts moving. Groaning when your tight walls squeeze him.
It hurts, you can’t pretend it doesn’t, but the look of pleasure on his face is the only thing you care about. “Fuck,” you hiss, as he builds up a delicious pace. Fucking your little hole like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
"Shit." He groans, easing up on how hard he thrusts slightly. The pinch of your brow when he bottoms out bothers him and he wants to hear you moan rather than just taking him.
“Keep going,” you plead, noticing how he’s decreased his speed. “N-need you to fill me up.”
"I'm going to." He promises. "But I want you to cum, baby." He groans. "I need it. I need to feel it." As much as he loves being in control and being able to do what he wants, he loves a woman being free enough to cum for him. To have her pleasure.
You nod your head and start to rub your clit again, circling your bundle of nerves and focusing on his face. Unable to tear your eyes away from his as he works himself in and out of your tightest hole.
Only when your breath starts to change does he speed up. Once your legs start to tighten around his hips every time he drives into you, he knows you are enjoying yourself. "You love it don't you, baby?" He demands. "Feeling my cock in your ass, pulsing and ready to fill you up."
“Yes,” you cry out as you still clamp down around him, “You feel so fucking good.”
He grunts, rocking his hips faster. "Keep rubbing your pretty clit." He groans. "Want to feel you squeeze me tight."
“I am,” you say with a raised eyebrow, knowing he wants you to speed it up.
Your fingers work your clit even faster, chasing that peak as you continue to squeeze and clamp down around him. “I’m gonna cum,” you warn, feeling yourself approaching that edge.
"Good." He grunts, watching you rub your clit, watching his cock pierce deep into your body. Watching your face scrunch up in pleasure.
You chant his name as you near your high, feeling yourself get closer and closer. And then almost screaming his name as you start to cum, clamping down so hard around him that it hurts.
Snarling, Dave can't help but fuck into you faster, pushing you harder as you cum around absolutely nothing and he watches your cunt leak out and down to where his cock is pistoning in and out of your other hole.
Words get lodged in your throat as he fucks your through your high, his groans get louder and the movement on his hips a little sloppier. You love how his cock throbs inside of you, as he grinds his hips into yours.
It doesn't take much longer. Not now that you've cum. Pace faltering and desperate groans accompanying the last few thrusts until he is stilling inside you. Pressed deep and wishing he could get deeper as he starts to flood your passage with hot spurts of his seed. Pumping it into you with every small thrust of his hips.
With every thrust he fills you, cumming deep inside of you and telling you how good you feel and how well you did for him. The praise makes you keen beneath him, whilst looking up and watching his face contorted in pleasure, continuing to thrust gently until he’s finished cumming.
Panting, Dave presses his forehead against yours. Savoring the last moments of closeness before he needs to pull out of you. His eyes slip closed and he hums slightly as he tries to catch his breath.
It’s hard to ignore the urge as his lips are almost brushing against yours, just millimeters away, so you don’t. You bring your hand up and lightly press it to his jaw and you press your lips to his. Moving them gently against his and almost swearing you could feel him kissing you back, until you’re being pushed away, back into the pillow and noticing how quickly his face has changed from pure bliss to anger.
Instantly his grip turns hard, pushing away from you like he's been stabbed in the back. "What the fuck are you doing?" He hisses, not easing out of you like he had planned but ripping free of your body as he glares at you.
You whimper as a sharp pain jolts through you as he pulls out, “I’m sorry, Dave, I di—, I’m sorry.” You stutter before whimpering from the pain.
"You're sorry?" He demands, sneering at you. "You're sorry?" He grabs your arms and pulls you up to shake you. "You're not my fucking wife." He roars. "I don't kiss whores like you!" He hates himself for kissing you back, for softening towards you and his reaction is purely based on that.
You look away from him, tears welling up in your eyes and you push him away. Getting up off the bed and rushing over to where your dress is. Putting it on as quickly as you can and going out to where your purse is in the living room, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing pain between your legs. You close up the last few buttons on your dress and slip on your shoes, wanting to get away as quickly as possible.
Sliding into his boxers, Dave doesn't care about the need to clean up, the tears in your eyes. Still furious that you broke the unspoken but obvious rule that he had. He stalks over to his pants and pulls out his wallet. "Get the fuck out." He demands, thrusting the agreed upon money towards you.
“Fuck you,” you sob as you take a step towards the door, “I’d rather starve than take another cent from you.”
Dave throws the bills at you, anger twisting his features. "Don't fucking come back."
You let the money fall down around you, and refuse to pick it up. Leaving it all behind as you slam the door, and rush towards the elevator.
Chest heaving, Dave glares at the door as he listens to the echo of your footsteps fade. A muffled sob sounding and he reaches up and wipes his lips, angry that he kissed you back. Angry that he wanted to kiss you again. That was the most fucked up thing of all.
****
A few days pass and you start to feel a little better. A local cafe had offered you the job you had applied for and you were due to start the following Monday, so things were looking up.
You still refused to think about that night and pushed it all away the best that you could, keeping your mind busy by finishing up some college work that you had been slightly neglecting.
By the time Wednesday comes, Dave feels guilty. He shouldn't have reacted like that and worse, you didn't take the money. He sighs and pulls out the burner phone to send you a text. 'You need to come pick up the money. You earned it'
You read the text over and over, considering ignoring it and just moving on but you’re fully aware of your current financial situation. That money would be great to keep you going until you get your first paycheck, so with a sigh you text back and wait for his response.
‘Where should I meet you? And when?’
'After work today. The apartment.’ He knows there is a bit of irony in that statement but it's the easiest place for you to meet him.
‘See you around 5:30.’ You text back before returning to your studying, not wanting to dwell on seeing him again.
The plan being to get there, pick up the money and immediately leave. Leaving no room for awkward conversation.
You shower and get dressed just before having to leave and make your way to the apartment, groaning at the traffic and the way it’s forcing you to deal with the nervousness that’s almost all consuming.
Dave arrives at the apartment and decides that he will just give you the money and let you leave. He won't talk to you. There's no reason since he won't be seeing you again and he doubts you will accept an apology from him for what he said. He sighs and checks his watch, wondering if you will just leave him waiting and not show up.
Due to traffic you arrive a little late, but refuse to apologize. Instead you knock the apartment door loudly and wait for his answer, deciding that you don’t need to go inside.
When the knock sounds, Dave walks over to the door and opens it. Hating how his heart clenches at the unhappy glare that is on your face.
“Hi,” you say meekly, wanting him to just hand you the money so you can get out of there and never see him again.
"I'm sorry." Dave blurts out immediately, breaking his own rule about not speaking to you the second you greet him. The envelope with the money is in his hand and he extends it to you. "I know it doesn't mean anything, but I am." The least he could do is this before you leave.
You nod a few times, unable to make eye contact with him before taking the envelope in his hands. “Thank you, Mr. York.”
"It's all there." He promises, dropping his hand and shoving it in his pocket. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks softly. Deciding to break his self imposed rule again and make sure he hadn't hurt you before you leave.
“A little,” you admit, not wanting to lie to him. “You ripped yourself out of me.” You look up at him for the first time, and can see how sorry he actually looks as you do.
"I'm sorry again." He murmurs, taking half a step towards you before he stops himself. You don't want him touching you. "I shouldn't have hurt you."
“It’s fine, I’m fine,” you say, as you feel tears spring up to your eyes. “I should go. But thank you for letting me come and get this.”
"You deserve it." Dave insists, swallowing and frowning slightly as he watches you tuck the money into your purse. "You don't want to count it?"
“No, I’m sure it’s all there,” you say with a slight laugh, “Thanks again.”
"Thank you." He realizes you want to leave and have nothing to do with him, so he nods. Giving you a small smile, he sighs. "Goodbye."
Even after he says goodbye, your feet don’t move. Instead you stand there and stare at him, hating the way your traitorous heart falters at the thought of not seeing him again.
He frowns slightly, his hand on the door not trying to close it. "Do you…. want a drink?" He asks after another moment of staring at you.
“A drink would be good,” you say, knowing that you should leave but not wanting to go.
"Come inside." He offers, letting go of the door and letting it swing wide. "Unless you want to have it in the hall."
You step in and walk past him, taking a seat on the couch and waiting for him to bring you a drink.
Dave moves to the kitchen and pours you a glass of whiskey. He isn't quite sure what you drink but decided that just a neat drink would help.
“Thanks,” you say as he comes back in and passes you the glass. Taking a small sip of the amber liquid and placing it on the table in front of you.
It's a message but he's not quite sure what it means when you ignore the rest of the drink. He sits down in the chair and takes a sip of his own drink. "You aren't still sore, are you?" He asks after a moment.
“A little,” you say with a shrug, “It was a lot… and yeah, I made you mad, so you wanted to get out of me quickly. Didn’t help. But it’s better than it was.”
"I'm sorry." He repeats, hating that he had hurt you to the point where you are still sore. "I shouldn't have- I should have made sure that I pulled out slowly."
“It’s fine, I get that you were mad.” Picking up the glass on the table you take another sip, before shrugging again. “Nothing a few more epsom baths won’t fix.”
Dave frowns and shakes his head. "I will give you some money for whatever you need to....soothe the pain."
“I don’t need more of your money, Dave,” you say, a little frustrated that that seems to be the only way he deals with things. “It’s a few days old, sometimes things can take a little longer to start to feel better.”
"It's my fault." He argues. "The least I can do is make sure you don't have to pay for something you wouldn't normally."
You scoff loudly, “Stop. I know how you see me. But you’re wrong, I'm not just a ‘whore’, who’ll do whatever for a few bucks. I don’t need nor do I want your money, Dave.”
Dave's brow raises and he stares at you for a few moments. "So you aren't about to lose your apartment?" He asks, knowing the answer even as he asks the question.
“Fuck you,” you say, with a shake of your head. Regretting your decision to come in.
"I accept." Dave leans forward and lets his gaze bore into yours.
Your body immediately betrays you, and you feel yourself getting wetter under his glare. You should run, slam the door in his face but you can’t. Instead you slowly inch towards him, waiting for him to take the lead and make you forget everything but him.
"I hate that I still want you." Dave admits, sliding to the edge of his seat. "I only fuck the women in this apartment a few times to keep from having this." He grunts. "A connection. But I want you."
You can’t hide the shock on your face as he opens up to you, but you know he knows that you feel it too. “Looks like we’re both in the same boat. I want you too, Dave.”
He sighs, inching closer to you. "So what do you want?" He asks. "Baby."
“You’re only calling me that because you know what it does to me.” You say with the first genuine smile in days, “I want you. Nothing else. Just you.”
"Move in here." Dave offers, his own smile starting to peek through the serious facade. The idea seems crazy and impulsive, but it’s actually one that makes sense.
“What?” You say in complete disbelief, “I can’t afford rent at my shitty apartment… you think I can afford to live here?”
"It wouldn't cost you a penny." He tilts his head. "I already have the apartment."
“So you’d let me live here for free?”
"Why not?" He asks, shrugging slightly. "I've already come to the conclusion there won't be another woman coming here every Saturday."
Lifting off the sofa you place a leg over his and slowly straddle him, “So, you’ll be my landlord? That I pay in different ways?”
That makes him smirk as he leans back in the chair. "If that's how you want to look at it." His hands land on your thighs and he slowly slides his palms up.
You hum happily, “Okay, I'll move in. Means I can be naked and waiting for you every time you come to see me.”
“Is that what you want to do?” He asks, holding on to your hips. “Be naked and waiting for me to fuck you?”
“Yeah,” you say softly, “Whenever you need it.”
“Even if it’s more than once a week?”
“Fuck yes, whenever you need it.”
His cock twitches at your answer and he smirks. “I like your answer, baby.”
“Good,” you say with a smile, a slight roll of your hips. “This went better than I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?” He asks, groaning slightly.
“To tell you you’re an asshole and storm off with your money,” you say with another roll of your hips.
“You still have my money.” He points out, his own hips rocking up. “Instead of storming off, why don’t you slap me and call me an asshole.” He suggests. “Then fuck me.”
“Is that what you want, baby?” you smirk, “Maybe I’ll punish you. Get you right to the edge and then stop…”
“Don’t you dare.” He growls, not liking that idea at all.
“I don’t think you deserve to cum,” you say as you start to unbuckle his belt. “I think you should just make this little pussy cum and that’s it.”
He rolls his eyes but he doesn’t stop you from unzipping his pants. If this is what you want to punish him, then he will let you do it. Once.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” you reveal as you pull on his pants, he lifts his hips and helps push them down his legs.
“So you wanted me to fuck you when you came over?” He asks, lifting a brow.
“Nope,” you say, putting emphasis behind the ‘P’, “just didn’t feel like wearing any panties today,” you lie.
“Hmmmm.” Dave grabs your hips to stop you when you straddle him again. “Maybe we shouldn’t fuck today.” He suggests. “Since you’re sore.”
“You just want to put your mouth on me then?” You challenge back.
“Who says I would do that?” He asks, smirking at you.
“Me.”
Dave rolls his eyes again and shakes his head. “You think you’re gonna boss me around?”
“Yes,” you say with a playful smile, “For today anyway.”
“You’re lucky I’m feeling guilty.” He huffs, sending you a small wink.
“Mhmm,” you hum back, “Show me how much you want me, Dave.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be fucking me?”
You roll your eyes at him before pulling on your dress, hitching it above your hips and waiting for him to line his cock up ready for you to sink down on it.
Dave chuckles as he slides his hand down and presses his thumb against your clit. “Thought you wanted to be in control, baby?” He coos. “Cum on my cock and then leave me hanging.”
“I’m going to,” you say with a pout, before sinking down on him. Wincing at the way it stings, and giving yourself a few moments to adjust to him. “Have you begging me for relief.”
Dave groans, frowning slightly and when you start to pull up, he holds your hips tight. “Just stay still.” He urges you, sliding a hand around to rub your clit. “Don’t hurt yourself, baby.”
“Oh, are you gonna make me cum around your fat cock?” You gasp, as he expertly plays your bundle of nerves.
“Thought you wanted to cum?” He asks, watching your eyes flutter and hisses when your fingers dig into his shoulders.
“I do, I just didn’t realize you were going to do all the work.”
“You want to do the work?” He asks, his finger hovering over your clit. “I can let you do that if it’s what you want.”
“Nope,” you say, as you wrap your hand around his and push it back down. “I’m going to keep this cock warm and you’re going to make me cum.”
He chuckles and starts to rub. “Good girl.”
The room quickly fills with the sound of your soft moans, his fingers expertly pulling pleasure from you. Your eyes drift down to his lips and your heart skips a beat as you realize they’re off limits to you, when all you want is to feel them pressed against your own.
He’s watching you. Of course he is. He sees your eyes flicker down to his lips and he has a dilemma. He has broken all his self imposed rules where you are concerned. What is one more? “Kiss me.”
“Dave,” you say softly, before studying his face to see if he really means it. After a few moments you lean forward and press a fleeting kiss on his lips, a little afraid to push your luck.
His other hand slides up your back to cradle your head. Keeping you in place while he kisses you.
Your hands gently hold onto each side of his jaw, letting him take the lead and you open your mouth and let his tongue battle yours. His mouth feels like home. He kisses you with the most delicious intensity, the kind that makes you see fireworks and makes you melt into his arms. The kind that makes your entire world stop.
He keeps rubbing your clit while he’s kissing you. Aware of how your hips start to roll and you whine into his mouth while his tongue flicks against yours. Making him feed you a moan of his own.
You don’t ever want him to stop, his mouth slots against yours so perfectly, it’s like it was made for you. You grind down on him, wanting more of him, wanting to feel his cock twitch against your walls that are hugging him so tightly.
Pulling his tongue back, he kisses you again and again. “You gonna cum for me?” He asks raspily. “Little pussy gonna flood my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” you moan, against his lips, not wanting to part from them. He knows exactly where to thrust to find that heavenly spot inside of you, and he positions him to notch against it whilst continuing to rub your clit, chuckling when he feels your walls flutter around him. “So so close.”
“That’s it.” He coos, kissing you again. “That’s it, baby.”
Reluctantly you pull your lips from his, not wanting to risk biting down as you’re thrown off that edge. You clamp down tightly around him, gushing over his throbbing cock and chant his name. Feeling nothing but pleasure as he continues grinding up against your very own paradise.
When you are trembling, in the midst of your orgasm, he stops rubbing your clit and just watches. Amazed by the sight of your body shaking in pleasure and enjoying the pulsing, fluttering pressure of your walls around him.
“Fuck,” you giggle, as you start to come back down and everything comes back into focus. He’s watching you, still grinding his hips but concentrating on you. “Like the view?”
“More than I should.” He admits, shooting you a grin, but his hands softly squeeze your hips. “Feel good?”
“I feel amazing.” You gently press your lips to his again. “Come on baby, fill me up.”
“Thought you didn’t want me to cum?” He reminds you, pressing his kiss to your lips harshly. “My punishment.”
“Changed my mind.”
He hums and starts to move a little more. Still keeping the pace slower than normal. He knows you are still sore.
You rock your hips to meet his, wanting to feel him come undone inside your tight little cunt. “Cum for me,” you whisper softly against his lips.
“Shit.” He hisses, closing his eyes and rucks his hips up in abandon as he falls apart underneath you.
“Good boy,” you praise breathlessly against his neck, loving how it feels as he empties inside of you.
He huffs, about to say something sarcastic but you steal his breath. Just groaning as he holds tight to you.
“I’d let you stay buried in me forever,” you say, words pressed to his skin, “Fit so perfectly.”
He hums, turning his head and leaning in to kiss your shoulder as he pants. Trying to catch his breath and his spent cock twitches when you clench around him in an aftershock.
“Do you need a drink, old man?” you giggle, as he pants beneath you.
“Shut up.” He grumbles.
You giggle again, loving the way he groans as you flutter around his softening cock as you do so. Slowly you pull off of him and watch him immediately sink back against the chair before padding across the floor and into the kitchen and producing two bottles of water from the fridge. He hasn’t moved when you get back, and you fake sigh as you hand him his water. “I can see the headlines now… ’Poor old man fucked into an almost coma by younger sexy woman’.”
He gives you a half hearted glare, no real heat in his gaze as he takes the bottle from you. "It's not Saturday." He reminds you with a huff. "Not used to Wednesday sex."
“Poor baby,” you say as you straddle him again, peppering kisses wherever you can on his flushed skin. “Going to have to work on that stamina aren’t we?”
Grunting he takes a sip of his water and halfheartedly glares at you. "Are you saying that I can't have a break?"
“Maybe,” you say with the loudest giggle, “Maybe I’ll just have you eat my pussy and then let you leave.”
"Let me leave my apartment?" He snorts and sets his drink down to wrap his arms around you again. "Are you going to be here when I come back?" He asks, wanting to know if you were serious about moving in.
“Yes.” You say and you gently brush the hair out of his face, “If you want me to be.”
“This apartment sits empty for the entire week.” He explains. “You should use it. Seriously.”
“What if you get sick of me?” You ask, with genuine concern. “I’d die if I had to move back in with my parents, baby.”
“How many times have I fucked you now?” He asks quietly, aware that you have hang ups for the idea. Hang ups that he created.
“Not that many,” you answer, deadly serious, “You’re sure that it’s me you want every weekend? Larissa was so clear that you don’t sleep with girls more than two times, occasionally three if they’re lucky.”
“And you’ve been on my cock four times now.” He smirks. “I-I want you to stay. I was wrong for what I said. How I acted.”
“Okay,” you say, pressing your forehead against his, “But no more paying me afterwards. Oh and I need to talk to you about my new job.”
“New job?” He asks, lifting a brow.
“Yes. I’m going to be doing the early morning shift at a cafe in town, which means being there at 4:30am by myself to get things ready. So on weeknights if you visit, we can’t be too strenuous.”
“I see.” Dave nods and strokes your back as he does. “Visits during the week will be rare.” He admits. “The girls are used to having me home unless I’m traveling.”
“That makes sense,” you say with a smile, “I just thought I'd warn you. I need to be up early.”
“I promise I won’t wear you out too badly.” He smirks and leans in to kiss you again.
“You should be getting home,” you say with a sigh, “And so should I. I need food.”
He pats your hip and when you slide off his lap, Dave fishes his pants up off the floor and digs his keys out. It's a separate set from his normal keys, ones that are for this apartment specifically. He takes off an extra key and holds it out to you. "You can start moving in whenever you want." He offers. "The housekeeper comes on Mondays and the code for the alarm system is 75332."
“Housekeeper?” You repeat with a raised eyebrow. “I have classes tomorrow but I can start Friday. Is there a washer & dryer on-site somewhere?”
He slides back into his pants and nods. "Through here." He shows you, walking through the kitchen into the area that was both a laundry room and a storage or pantry area. The sleek washer and dryer are normally only used once a week for the sheets, but he has a feeling that will change with you living here. "You can bring whatever you like, change whatever you want."
“They’re inside the apartment?” You say with an unbridled joy, “I might cum again.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. "You get off really easily then." He teases. "The entire apartment is equipped to be move-in ready, but I know that there has to be something you might need." He had furnished it in case he ever needed to use it as a safe spot to lay low, but he didn't actually live here.
“Sounds perfect,” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck, “And when’s the first payment due?”
He hums, smirking as he leans in to press his lips to yours. "Security deposit has already been paid." He teases before he turns serious. "I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything." He murmurs quietly. "If you ever wanted to leave, or...whatever, I don't hold you here."
“I know, baby,” you say before kissing him again, “Do you think you could get here a little earlier Saturday? So I can cook for you?”
He frowns slightly and then nods. "I am supposed to go out of town this weekend." He tells you. "I'll send my....team to go on without me and still tell Carol that I have to leave on Friday." Smirking slightly he shrugs. "Maybe I could help you move and spend the weekend here?"
“Are you sure?” You say, unable to hide the smile that’s spreading across your face.
"Unless you want me to stay home?"
“Shut up,” you say before pulling him in for a big kiss, “I can’t wait.”
Dave chuckles and shakes his head. "Then I'll see you on Friday."
You squeeze his hand before walking over to your purse and jacket, “Come on baby,” you can walk me out.
Dave follows you to the door and opens it, ready to leave as well. He had never meant to stay so long, but it had been worth it. "Drive home safe." He murmurs quietly as he closes the door behind the two of you and locks it. "The apartment is safe, the neighborhood is nice and quiet."
You say a soft goodbye, and make your way home. Deciding on takeout pizza and a quiet night before classes and packing tomorrow. The visit hadn’t gone to plan but still couldn’t have gone better. And the best news is it's only a few days until you’re going to be with him for the full weekend.
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Dave frowns as his phone dings with a text and he pulls it out of his pocket. It's from you which is surprising since you are supposed to be working.
It's been three months since you have moved into the apartment and every chance he gets, he comes over to see you. Since you had no more worries about your living situation, you were flourishing in your classes and your job was going great. Every weekend, he would come to find you cooking or baking or generally dancing around the apartment, unless he comes in to find you naked and eager to have him fuck you. Either sight made him smile.
He opens the text and frowns even more as he reads it. From Baby: ‘Not feeling good. Sent home from work. Won't be able to see you this weekend. I'm sorry Dave.’
You sigh after punching out the text, devastated that you won’t get any time with him. Before taking a large sip of your water and snuggling up in your blankets, hoping you’ll feel better after a little sleep.
Dave lets himself into the apartment, his key fob disarming the security system before it starts to beep. He's happy you are using it, knowing that you feel safe here but you could never be too cautious. Closing the door behind him, he strides into the kitchen and sets down the bags that he had stopped to get before coming over.
Snuggled up in bed, sleep has you comfortably wrapped in its arms, you don’t hear him come in. Wearing the t-shirt he left here a few weeks ago and seemingly forgot about, you had let yourself be wrapped up in him the only way you could.
The soup is still hot, coming straight from the little restaurant down the road. Dave grabs it, the package of crackers and a bottle of Gatorade, but puts the rest of the stuff away before quietly coming down the hall to see how you are doing.
You’re asleep. Your arms around the pillow he uses when he’s here and he can’t help but grin at the sight, especially the snores that come with a head cold.
The bed lightly dipping is what rouses you, and you turn to see Dave sitting at the end of the bed. Clutching what you assume is soup, “Hi baby,” you croak, as he gently rubs your leg.
“How are you feeling?” He asks gently, scooting forward to reach up and touch his hand to the back of your forehead. A little warm, but nothing too concerning.
“Better than I was earlier,” you say, before reaching up and pulling his hand down to your cheek and holding it there. “I stole your t-shirt.”
“I see that.” He hums, smirking slightly. “Comfy?”
“Yes,” you say, “It’s mine now. I’m sorry I’m not well enough to take care of you.”
“Baby, don’t worry about that.” He frowns slightly and shakes his head. “I’m going to take care of you.” He pulls his hand away and opens the soup. “Your favorite.”
“You’re so sweet,” you say, before taking the soup. And sitting upright. “How’s your day?”
“It was okay.” He twists off the cap for the Gatorade to hold until you are ready to drink. “Boring, but then I got a text that my girl wasn’t feeling good, so I came over here.”
Your heart leaps at the way he calls you his girl, and you can’t hide it on your face. “I’d ask you to snuggle, but I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Eat your soup and I’ll snuggle you.” He’s not afraid of being sick. He’s got a pretty solid immune system, and he’s not going to deny you comfort when you’re not feeling good. He pats your leg and stands up, setting the Gatorade down so he can strip down to his boxers.
“Dinner and a show?” You say with a giggle, before having a spoonful of soup.
“Shut up.” He grunts at you, rolling his eyes even though he’s grinning. “Unless you want me in bed wearing my suit?”
“Take it off, baby,” you say with a wink.
He rolls his eyes at you again but he’s steadily removing his clothes and tossing his pants and jacket onto the chair in the corner. “You act like you’re feeling better.”
“Clearly you’ve got the magic touch, baby,” you say before another spoonful of soup. “Thank you for this.”
“Of course, baby.” He frowns slightly as he looks back at you. The lines have been blurred and he’s not exactly sure what he’s supposed to do since he still has a wife and daughters at home, but you are important to him.
“No one has ever bought me soup when I've been sick before,” you admit, “Usually I’d just do it myself. This is really nice.”
“You deserve to have soup brought to you,” he hums, peeling off his socks and then striding back over to the bed. “You have some medicine right? I picked up some NyQuil, but I wasn't sure what you had.”
“NyQuil is perfect, I didn’t stop at the pharmacy,” you admit. “Just wanted to get into my new favorite t-shirt and sleep.”
“I’ll go get it.” He bends down and kisses your forehead. “Be right back.”
“Thanks baby.” You finish up the soup and open the gatorade, grateful for something they replenish a little energy.
He grabs the medicine and brings it back to you. Happy to see you drinking something, he opens the bottle and pours you out a dose. “It’s the nighttime stuff so you can get some rest.”
“Sounds good,” you say before taking the medicine. “Snuggle me until I fall asleep?”
“Of course baby.” He rounds the bed and climbs in on the other side, moving towards the middle and opening his arms for you to lay in them. “Unless you want to spoon?”
“You wanna be the little spoon again?” You say with a raised eyebrow.
“Shut up, brat.” He huffs, rolling his eyes. “You wanna snuggle or not?”
“Yes please, baby.”
He wouldn’t deny you at all, of course. But he smirks when you curl into his chest. His arm wraps around your back and he rubs it gently. “Go to sleep, baby.”
His arms wrap tightly around you, and it doesn’t take long until you’re drifting off. The medication clouding your senses and you murmur into your soft pillow not fully aware of what’s being said, “Love you.”
Dave stays still as a board as you completely fall asleep. Feeling your body relax and your breathing softens. “I love you too, baby.” He breathes out eventually. He does love you. He didn’t mean to fall in love with you. You had been a surprise, a wrench in the well laid plans that he had to manage his needs. But he won’t deny it, not when he knows it’s real.
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Dream is the one left at the altar - too much, too intense, 'I just can't Dream' said the text to the 2nd attendant (the Maid of Honor didn't even walk out.)
He's humiliated and sad. So he goes on the honeymoon alone. He figures he can wallow just as well at the resort he didn't want to go to, in the country he didn't want to visit.
Hob is at the resort with friends (staying the cheapest room possible; if the resort wasn't all inclusive.....) While his friends are off wind surfing, Hob spots the sad looking gorgeous man, staring off at the distance or at his bare left hand. No one should be sad in paradise, Hob has a new mission -- to bring a smile to the face of that pretty man.
Awww, vacation romance!!! Poor Dream in his huge honeymoon bedroom... even on the beach he is straight up not having a good time.
So Hob does the good thing, and offers the sad stranger an unopened beer. He chatters away happily about how the resort is amazing, he never got to go anywhere like this when he was a kid, the sea is so beautiful (even though he's scared of water) and he's so glad that he's here! Dream listens silently and drinks his beer, and he doesn't say anything but he doesn't seem bothered by Hob’s rambling, so Hob resolves to come back tomorrow.
Next day Dream is there on the beach again, staring sadly out to sea. Hob hands him another beer and sits with him. He tells Dream that he's sharing a hotel room with a friend and that they snore, and the breakfast buffet at the hotel is the best thing ever. He says that he's been psyching himself up to use the hotel pool but he thinks he'd look dumb with waterwings on... Dream finally cracks a smile at this, and Hob grins back.
Dream's entire sob story comes pouring out after that. It takes all afternoon and into the evening, when Dream takes Hob to the bar for cocktails (Hob isn't going to refuse, is he?) Hob makes sympathetic noises and tells Dream that there's no such thing as being too much, that's just stupid! Dream shrugs and enquires after Hob’s love life. Which opens another can of worms, so they have to have dinner together and then drinks after.
They're both at that level of drunk which is only really acceptable when one is on holiday, and Dream chivalrously asks Hob to come back to the honeymoon suite. He's got all this space! Someone should at least enjoy it.
And Hob is like "OK but if we're going to share the honeymoon suite then we have to get married first." Which makes total sense to Dream at the time... you can guess what happens next.
In the morning Dream panicks but Hob is oddly calm - "I heard all about your relationship red flags and married you anyway, it's going to be fine!" And then Dream starts to think that maybe it would be less humiliating to come back from his honeymoon with an actual husband... he can get an annulment in a few months when everyone forgets the whole "left at the altar business", its not like they consummated the marriage...
Yet. Emphasis on yet.
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Chapter 4: Family
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A/N: WHERE ALREADY AT CHAPTER FOURRR AAA this concludes the life they had while they were human, but we'll still have a few flashbacks to see cuz plot. also thank you for over 1,000+ of likes and reblogs that means so much to me that you enjoy my works. i think y'all really liked the devout one lol, i'll just say now that i have plans to make it about lucifer so if you're into that please expect more and hit follow, really helps when peeps comment on stuff <33 much love, enjoy!
there were so many errors bro LMAO also I added a few paragraphs to this, so pls enjoy my scuff (edited as of Feb 20)
“I’m home~,” my husband’s voice calls out from the doorway.
Wiping my hands on my apron, I greeted him coming from the kitchen, “Al! Welcome back. How was your day?”
“Same as always. It’s gotten quite dusty out, I wouldn’t recommend you and the lil’ munchkin to go out for a while. I’ll take a shower first,” he responded dusting himself off briefly by the door before removing his shoes and coat. Heading towards the bathroom past me, but not before giving me smooch on the cheek and a gentle rub on my swollen belly.
Yes. Miledy got pregnant with Alastor’s child. He slowly warmed up to the idea when he saw her babysitting the neighbor’s toddler and when they both visited an orphanage, albeit to Al’s hesitance, where he saw her dote on the children, as she was also a kid that grew up in an orphanage feeling great empathy towards them. If Alastor didn’t stop her, she would have adopted all of them. At the end of the day, he concluded that you would be the best mom possible out there and gave her wish. Making him very sentimental and missing his late mother, which she often comforted him about.
I sighed happily and rubbed my stomach. I stared at the cradle with much longing, I couldn't wait to see our baby. Above the cradle was a mobile, it was a string of ornaments that were meant to be a toy for them, it was decorated with shells, dolphins, rabbits and a deer—as requested by Al.
I picked up a music box that had our favorite music. Alastor had this requested as a gift for your child, I was surprised when he presented it to me. I didn't think he'd be attached to them as much as I was, but I guess he adores them in his own way. Making a family does make it seem more real.
It makes me think back all those lives we've taken just to protect our family. I wonder if those people had family too? Did they look for them?
I was pulled from my thoughts when Alastor stood beside me, gazing at the cradle as I was.
“And how have the two of you been, my love,” Alastor asked, his hair still wet and changed clothes.
The both of us walked towards the couch, him making me sit on his lap as always after work, where he would rub my stomach and lower back, and even sometimes my chest whenever they get too heavy.
“Been kicking and moving around so much lately. I’m so sore all over,” I moaned as I leaned my back on his chest, letting him massage my lower back.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll give them a good talking to,” he joked poking around my stomach.
Giggling and squirming in his hold I cried, feeling fluttery inside when the baby kicked in response, “Al, that tickles! Haha!”
“What?~ I’m just disciplining our child,” he explains himself in a light tone.
“You’re such a loser,” I rolled my eyes playfully at him.
“Oh, please,” he scoffs, “I’m anything but a loser. Have you seen my wife? The most sought out singer in all of Louisiana? You must have heard of her surely.”
“I have indeed,” I giggled, “but I heard she unfortunately got knocked up by some random radio broadcast guy that does his shows in a basement.”
Alastor gasps dramatically clutching his hand over his chest and exclaims, “You did not! One, I own a studio in the city where I do my shows, thank you very much. Two, how dare you say unfortunately, I’m the most highly paid broadcaster. Any person would drop on their knees to even get to be in the same room as me.”
I chuckled at his haughtiness and conceded lying on his chest once more, “You’re right, you’re right, your royal highness.”
He lets out a hum similar to a purr contently embracing us.
(3 years later)
“Abigail!”
A little squeal sounded down the halls along with little pitter patters of her tiny feet as she tried to get away from me.
“Come here, Sunshine. You need to get changed. Don’t you wanna go and see Dad?” I asked her walking to her slowly.
She excitedly jumps from behind the couch and yells, “Dad! Dad! I wan’ta see Dad!”
“Alright, alright. Come’re,” I called her to come closer to put on her little yellow sundress. I took my bag that had all our necessities while Abby tried to put on her shoes that she immediately showed off when she did it all by herself.
“Well done, Abby! Dad will be happy that you can put on your shoes by yourself now. Do you want to tell him yourself?” I asked putting on her hat.
“Mhm! I’ll tell him myself!” she answered cheerfully holding my hand after I shut the door and locked it.
“Alright then. You ready?” I asked her again with a doting smile.
“Yes! Let’s go meet up with Dad!” she replied excitedly trying to drag me with her.
After we arrived at his studio, we went to his office and waited for him to finish with his morning show so we could take Abby to the park and eat at a restaurant for lunch after. She was on the floor playing with her toy doll and stuffed bunny, playing pretend by herself.
“Hello there, darlings,” Alastor greeted with a smile. Arms already open for his daughter to dive in.
“Dad!” She yelled excitedly jumping into his arms, “Are you done with work?”
“Yup. You excited to go to the park today?” he asked booping her nose playfully.
She laughed delightedly making both Al and I’s hearts to melt.
“Yeah! I wanna go now please!” she requested politely hugging her father’s neck.
“Okay, Sunshine,” he replied petting her back.
Hand in hand, the three of us spent the day together happily on our family outing. Of course, it couldn’t be helped that we would be stopped a few times, but we immediately excused ourselves from them to enjoy as much time as we could while we were together, not letting all the disturbances get in the way for our plans today.
Reaching home with a tired Abigail in my arms. Alastor carried all our bags and toys that we bought for our daughter along with a balloon with a smiley face on it tied around his wrist. As he was opening the door for us, he stopped suddenly, making me look up to him alert.
I clutched Abby closer getting ready to run. Alastor fully opened the door and dodged a swing from a brass knuckle to his head.
“Run!” he yelled as he fended off the intruder from getting to us. Abigail waking up from the shout of his father, she trembled in fear as she saw him fight another man.
“Mom? What going on?” she asked, confused and afraid grip tightening around me.
“Shh, I’m sorry but mom’s gonna ask you to stay quiet, okay? Just-just close your eyes, honey.” I requested seriously making her tuck her head in my neck.
I ran as fast I could, reaching our other house that was used for emergencies. We entered together and pushed her inside a bunker in the bedroom.
“Baby, you need to listen to me. I need you to be quiet for me, okay? No matter what, don’t open this door if it isn’t me or Dad, got it?” I ordered her with a serious face making her nod despite being afraid out of her skin. I swiped the tears under her eyes and gave a kiss on her forehead saying, “I love you so much, Abby.”
I left her after locking the door and pushed the vanity on top of the door. Holding my gun close to me and creeping my way out the bedroom to check for any of followers, as I was rounding a corner someone tugged at my hair making me throw my head back.
I whacked him with my gun up on his chin making him back up from me, taking this opportunity to shoot him in the chest twice. I aimed my gun to the window when I saw a sliver of light catch the corner of my eye, shooting when he jumps in through the window stopping him from letting him move further in.
I turned my gun to the door when I heard it open, only to feel relieved when I saw the familiar tuft of brown hair styled in a certain way that I could immediately recognize. I run towards him for an embrace that he returned.
“Where’s Abby?” he asked looking around the room.
“She’s in the bunker. Did anyone follow you?” I asked placing my hands back to my sides.
“None. I had 4 people outside, you?” he said rushing into the room making sure Abby’s safe.
“Just 2,” I sighed rubbing my face frustratedly. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been Alex’s men. They’re getting pretty fucking desperate if they’re attacking from our house,” I snarled.
“It’s fine, darling. That’s why we prepared this to make sure Abby stays safe,” he said assuring me, and giving me a quick peck on the head. Then helping him push the vanity off the door and took our daughter out.
“Let’s stay in the cabin for a while, we aren’t safe here,” Alastor suggested which I agreed to.
Morning come; Abby woke up confused, she then realized she was in her father’s cabin seeing his prized hunting gun on wall. Her eyes scanned the room for her parents and found none of them there, so she slowly opened the door and was greeted by the smell of cooked meat. She found her father in the kitchen cleaning while you were knitting on the sofa. Hearing the door creak, both the adults turned their heads to their daughter’s little round head.
“Good morning, Sunshine~,” Alastor greeted waving his spatula.
I got off the sofa, leaving my knitting materials and scooped her up into my arms, “Hello, bunny. Did you have a good sleep? It’s already 10pm.”
“Mhmm, but I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad where fighting some bad guys and I was so scared that you got hurt,” she mumbled making my face ridden with guilt.
I never wanted my baby to experience this, I never knew that Alex’s obsession would ever get this deep.
To briefly explain what happened over the years, I sang in a private bar where some very important people were having a meeting. Unfortunately for me, one of people there was interested in me. So, I explained to him that I had a husband, but he refused to leave me alone until Alastor came with the owner of the establishment to diffuse the situation. However, it didn’t stop there, he insistently showered me with gifts and letters that I had to refuse each time. I confronted him saying that I would never be with him as long as I lived, so in retaliation his obsession turned sinister, believing that if he couldn't have me then I was better off dead.
Alastor, fueled with irritation, confronted him almost successfully killing him in the process if it weren’t for Alex’s group to look for him and warded Al off. And to this day he’s eager to hurt our family.
“I’m sorry, honey,” I replied eyebrows furrowed kissing her head, “it’s just a bad dream don’t be scared.”
“Exactly, nothing to be worried about. Why don’t you have some breakfast first? Breakfast is indeed the most important meal of the day, Sunshine,” Alastor spoke up after setting the plates, taking Abby into his arms, and placing her on her chair.
At the end of the day, when Abby passes out from exhaustion from playing in the meadow all day. Alastor takes his gun off the wall making me stand up in worry.
“Where are you going?” I asked, holding his arm.
“To finish this once and for all. I don’t want Abby to be in danger anymore. Most of all, I don’t want you to live in fear that we’re going to lose Abby, neither do I,” he reason placing his hand on your cheek.
“Just please... please be careful, Al,” I pleaded him covering his hand over mine.
He gave me a smug smile and replied, “I’ve never lost before, darling. I’ll be back before sunrise. I promise.”
I nodded as he gave me a kiss, as much as I was worried about him, I knew Al could take care of himself.
“Stay safe,” I said staying by the door frame while he waves goodbye, painfully unaware how devasted I would be when he never returned the following day.
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The chore. Part 4. (Sully family x reader)
This is part 4 and the final part but read till the VERY END when I announce a surprise! 😊💓
I was dreading waking up in the morning. Last night Tyseria had decided it’d be best we made a small fort to sleep in together before we have to constantly be out for training more than usual. I woke up with Aonung’s arms wrapped around me “Timeeeeee to wake up Y/n! Moms keeping us busy and close to her today so wake up!!” I rubbed my eyes, trying to get up suddenly focusing on the other voice beside me trying to pry Aonung to get off. “you should really let go brother you might cut off her circulation! We have to train the Sully’s” I look back confused. them? Train the sull- “Tyseria leave us be! I don’t want to train those idiots. Tuk please leave your sister and tell mom she’ll come back in a couple of hours.” Tuk and Tyseria both look up offended and give a ‘Are you serious?!’ look to both their siblings.
“Fineee, I guess our breathing training can wait till another dayyy…” I yank Aonung’s hand off “Ok you got me up let’s go you evil child.” Laughs erupts from the two sisters that bothered their siblings to wake up. Now it’s Aonung’s turn for an offended look. “I- your leaving?!” I turn back “yes! Tuk needs to train and she’s doing it AS SHE PROMISED!” I turn to Tuk expectedly “I guess so…”
That’s how it continued for the next few days wake up and stay close by father or mother. Not to say that we didn’t mind but we knew that we were all dying to return home and praying our schedules can go back to normal. As for the sully family…
There had been no mention of Y/n or Tuk from Tyseria and Aonung. They kept majority of their family life private besides when they stated the obvious. It wasn’t until Loak, Kiri and Neteyam were walking towards the Mauri that their laughing stopped once they heard their parents in the home going back in forth while Jake brushes off Neytiri suspicions on seeing the girls running around the village as her mind playing a cruel joke on her. “Neytiri it’s not real. They are gone.” Neytiri pushes Jake aside “You are stupid. I saw MY children. You must’ve not noticed them AGAIN.” When the two girls left the family after y/n gave them a reality check, Neytiri never let Jake forget it and she only ever drowned in her regrets at failing to notice how they pushed their own daughter away. “That is not fair. You know that’s not fair. We looked everywhere for them. I sent out troops for them.” Neytiri turns back to her husband…
*Flashback*
Jake’s eyes follow Neytiri as she frantically rushes home to find her daughters, after hearing Tuk ran for Y/n when she left after the argument. Jake sluggishly walking behind frustrated at the idea of facing his daughter again knowing that it wouldn’t be long until he had enough and would blow up on her once again for putting stress on HIS family. (as if y/n was the intruder bothering his family, not his daughter)His sluggish walking stopped and changed to a sprinting pace as he wears his wife’s screams. He ran into an empty room with nothing but beautiful flower bracelets, each laying on his other three kids hammocks. Some type of parting away gift with a familiar bead hanging on each end of the bracelets. Y/n’s signature bead. The one Tuk would always show off and say “her beading is so pretty isn’t it dad-“ suddenly he couldn’t hear the little girls sentence in his memory because he had immediately cut her off and said that y/n shouldn’t be beading, instead training to be better and not halfass on the war grounds. “WHERE ARE THEY. WHERE ARE MY KIDS. JAKE WHAT IS THIS?!” Neytiri screams with her heart aching of regret. “Find them. FIX THIS. Bring my children back home.” Looking at her husband with the upmost disgust. Neytiri then turns her back to her husband. For the first time.” *
…“Well then you didn’t look hard enough. My children are here. And I’m going to fight for answers with or without you.” Both parents rushed out the Mauri, Jake trying to stop Neytiri from doing anything out of line while their children frantically followed behind from a safe distance. ‘Could it be? Could their missing sisters really be here?’
Neytiri rushes around the village everywhere in search for the two leaders of the clan hoping to find her theory true. That her children are here and that they’d now return home. “Mom! Dad! Look at the seashell necklace I made for the baby! Y/n is going to teach me how to make a quilt for the baby next!” The two adults back up watching from a far in shock as they witness Tonowari pick up their child and spin her in the air as she giggled. They hear each others hearts shatter hearing Tuk call someone else, some they didn’t even know well enough mom and dad. To make matters worse they then heard a laugh coming from a far, a laugh they didn’t even recognize…
“Tuk! It was supposed to be a surprise for Mom!” Y/n walks hand in hand with Aonung as a Tyseria follows next to the couple with a flower crown in her hand that Y/n taught her to make. Tuk sticks her tongue out showing a silly face to her two sisters, walking towards them.
Neytiri couldn’t stand this anymore she rushed out of hiding. “Y/n? Tuk? My children.” She rushed to hug the two kids that were once her’s, something she didn’t understand. Everyone in the circle saw it, saw something switch in Y/n, there was something cold behind her eyes. As quickly as Neytiri came in is as quickly as Y/n picked up Tuk and stepped back putting the women at a stop. “We’ve found you! You’ve grown so much, and you seem so strong my children. It’s ok we will retu-“ it wasn’t until Neytiri’s sentence came at a halt with a hiss. “MY children will NOT return to you. They are no longer “your children” they were never yours.” Jake comes into view in disbelief looking at the older daughter that fled the forest, putting herself in between the two woman as she holds Tuk in her arms with her head held up high, hissing at Neytiri telling her to back off. There was still three kids that follow carefully behind hidden in the shadows still, share the same look as Tyseria and Aonung witness the situation.
“I am Y/n, daughter of Tonowari and Ronal. I found my own home. I am not leaving. I hear you. You just don’t understand how it is now.” Jake couldn’t stand by and listen any longer he was just growing more frustrated but he knew he must try to remain as calm as possible to the damaged girl, that’s all he ever viewed her as
Broken.
Reckless.
Idiotic.
Too foolish to ever hold her own.
His voice speaks from behind “We understand you. Y/n don’t do that. We paid our dues with the pain of not waking up to you and Tuk everyday. We took care of you when you were babies. You can come with us but you aren’t allowing yourself too. Listen to me. You don’t have to hide anymore not you, not Tuk. Don’t you want that for yourselves? For her?” I look at the man in front of me, I try making it clear nicely but any longer and he might just push me over the edge. “Jake, this idea of yours-“
Jake looks confused at the sound of his daughter not even referring to him as dad, even when she was most upset, even during their last argument it was never ‘Jake’. He quickly states “this idea of mine is what kept you close for a long time.” I shake my head urging him to listen before my patience was up. “Jake, it takes more than words, you can’t just talk me into coming back to your family. you think I didn’t want a life the way I do now, from the beginning? From the moment I was able to walk that’s all I ever wanted. I prayed to Eywa that you would come to your realizations before our time was up but that’s just not how it worked.” Neytiri stared at the girl with tears in her eyes begging Eywa to stop any more words coming out that could hurt Neytiri even more. “Please my child, I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner , I’m so sorry you had to do it on your own . Come home.” Y/n gave another blank stare “Can’t you hear me ? I’m not coming to your home.” That was it, everything Jake heard felt like nonsense to his ears, his silent frustration built up for his own daughter came back.
“You and Tuk were gone. You vanished. We missed out on important parts of your life. And your telling me you aren’t coming home? You ran away and took Tuk with you. You think because you were a little girl that you could just pull yourselves out and no one will care. That because your “sorry” Our lost time with you both will all magically come back? That’s not how it works.” Tonowari and Ronal decided that weren’t going to no longer hold back “That’s enough! You will not speak to My child that way-“ Hearing Jake say what he just said alerted the coldness that Y/n tried to put aside come back. He still hadn’t changed. “You have no right. You never raised me. You don’t get to take over now and show up again to pull us out of the family we surrounded ourselves with. Real. Family. So shut up Jake. This isn’t about our lost time. I could give zero shits anymore. I would’ve still been lost in a transit, in the same old routine because YOU. refused to pick up any pieces of what YOU broke. This is about what I did. And you know what Jake? I did a great fucking job. Tuk learned everything from me. You barley spent as much time with her compared to me even before I left and that’s sad. She’s at the top of everything for her age group here. She learned survival, and the ways of water at a young age, at a quicker rate than you ever will. And you know what WE did it all no thanks to you because you. weren’t. here.” The wave of anger sent reminders to him that she was going to send him back to the major argument they had. “I- I’m here now.” His voice breaks now as hold his wife in his arms. “You don’t even know who we are?!”
Neytiri then yells out a broken scream “We’re your parents!” And to this I brush their words away “Well now they (looking at Tonowari and Ronal) took the EMPTY spot you were supposed to be so yk what? Your right you were my mother, but the most you ever did for me was birth me. But they are a here now. So your worries that you suddenly have for me and my feelings starting from the night YOUR husband left me to die, they’re done. You don’t need to worry anymore. We are not yours to bare.”
Neytiri drops down and cries like Y/n and Tuk weren’t even on Pandora anymore, like they passed through Eywa. I looked up at Jake and decided to say my last words. “You made a mess and you weren’t even there to pick it up. So remember when I say this. I was always just the chore to you and you were too bored to pick it up. But I will do you and I one last favor. You will never speak or look at me again. You will find moonlight nights strangely empty because when you call my name, there will be no answer, not even a look. You are allowed to stay on this island and you better be grateful because without me, you are nothing. Nothing but a man who’s afraid to accept the truth, still always holding frustration. But don’t think I’m doing it for you. I’m saving your kids from being lost, something I wish I had guidance for.” With that, the family walked away from the couple and continued their home until…
The three siblings (Loak, neteyam and kiri) come into view as well crying tears and rushing to hug Y/n “h-how? We’re so sorry” For them, it meant everything that Y/n accepted their hug. In y/n’s mind she couldn’t hold a grudge, she loved her siblings regardless of their subconscious pushing. They were just kids as well, how could they have seen it? “I could never be seriously mad at you guys, we were just kids.” their quietness came to an end a few moments later with Tuk “ok guys…I can’t breathe your holding us too tight!” We all laughed.
Finally the small part of Y/n’s heart was healed. She didn’t hold anything back. She was at peace before yes, but now the cold side of her, the side that always lingered around said what needed to be said, she didn’t need to worry anymore. That’s when Tonowari and Ronal saw what they finally been waiting for, their daughter healed fully they viewed her as
Strong.
Graceful.
Kind.
Smart.
Y/n was so happy, she had Tuk still, she remained with her family and healed any pent up anger she had. “Ok sunshine! Where to next ? I say we go eat!” Tuk rushes out of y/n’s arms “THEN LETS GOOOOO COME ON GUYS LETS GO HOME!” Y/n grabs Aonung’s hand while he smiled at the girl “uh…I thinkkk you guys didn’t hear her? LETS GO! I’LL RACE YOU ALL!” That’s when everyone ran (only the teens and Tuk) Tonowari and Ronal smiled at the girl who faced everything she was dealt with and no longer sitting in silent frustration. She was finally able to say her older habit and mean it- Y/n tripped when running to the finish line and everyone came at a stop “ITS OK! I’M FINE! I MADE IT AND THAT MEANS I FINALLY WIN!” Laughter and happiness surrounds the room while Y/n run in hand and hand with Tuk ready to walk into their home.
I really hope you loved this series as much as I loved writing it. :) This is the final part however….I will be doing a mini series to add onto this! To show more of how growing up was for Y/n that way you can see more of her dark past and the troubles she went through. 💓 thank you for all the love and support on this series this literally means so much 🥲💕
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