Vanya Singh x greasy perv!Alvey Kulina.
Summary of au: Pretty much, an after occurence of his son, Nate passing. He had an, unhealthy off and on relationship with Lisa Prince, [He called it quits]. Jay has moved states away, pretending he doesn't exist. He quit his boxing career, told Garo to piss off. Picked up a nicotine habit aside his booze problem. Plus, he gained a bit of depression weight [letting himself go], besides being old. And, his gym is now a joint Starbucks-yoga studio. Whoop-pee!
Vanya, isn't a paid escort like he used to have in his boxing days. She is a weed dealer. That he occasionally, allows (encourages) her to sit her plump ass on his lap, watching her get all sleepy-like, when he slides his hand, down her tattoed stomach, right inside of her baggy sweats, or her sexy, black shorts that ride up her ass when she bends over. Helping, the younger woman get off.
Porn without much plot really! So, if you're into that and less story building, come on down!
() stands for whom is recieving. Bakra means old goat. Moti means fat, when directed towards a person. Alvey refers to himself as daddy [ once ]. Alvey also refers to Vanya as Bagheera. He refers to her pussy as Lotus Flower. Vaguely autistic oc.
Inspiration: @littledes1re sleazy-Joel is a great series!
WARNINGS/Side notes: Vanya is 25, while Alvey is 62. Not comfortable with this age gap, do not continue. Interracial relationship. Mentions of panty sniffing/licking(flashback). Light vouyerism. Praise kink. Switching languages in bedroom [Hindi, Urdu, Punjabi, English]. Nicknames; Princess, doll, baby, good girl, sweet girl, Ms. Lion (not used for sexual intimacy), Titalee [Butterfly]. Doggy style, Spanking(f), oral (f,m), lotus position, breast play(f), vaginal fingering(f), choking(f), bakra Alvey talking her through it, estabilished friends with benefits, 69 position, mentions of Alvey being isolated/vaguely lonely, short mention of his toxic ex girlfriend Lisa [I hate Lisa! Utterly a deplorable woman character 🤪] and ex wife Christina. Alvey being a cuddler, so aftercare mention.
Her cheeks burned with shame, as she had been laying ontop of the older man. His sweaty, gut lifting her a bit at an awkward angle. Her throat full of cock, as he thrusted his hips in and out of her drooling mouth. His strong arms bracketed her hips, so, she couldn't wiggle and hump his mouth like she desired.
Just to feel the delicious drag of friction on her clit from his nose. She mainly loved his nose for that reason.
She knew damn well, she felt no shame. Not with him. The older, overweight man that smelled of newports, whiskey and occasionally her Arabic perfume. She really should feel shame though. She knows that too. Her mama, did teach her to stay away from men like Alvey.
His tongue lapping, carefully around her contracting hole. He is just fucking with her at this point. She tried to wriggle her ass to get his attention. But, that earned a fierce sting on her right ass cheek, his large hand clapped right down.
She moaned at the sting, around his pulsing cock, her tongue licking around him and his leaking tip. Her small hand cupped his balls. His hips were faltering a bit. Letting her know he isn't going to last.
Of course, as predictable. He stops, pulling out of her mouth, allowing her to breathe out of her mouth. His hard cock, standing proud covered in her spit and his pre cum. Twitching, as the cool air was exposed to it.
She sighed out in a half moan of relief, and getting what she needed. He finally bumped his nose on her clit, licking his tongue inside of her. Like a dog drinking water, fucking her with his tongue.
She was never very vocal in bed, much. Only when, she was almost done. Then, that's when the fun happened in Alvey's book.
She hissed a breathe in pleasure, when he stuck one of his thick fingers inside. While, he kept licking her labia, and inner folds. Running his nose on her clit in a tight circle.
She couldn't do anything, as her breathe was held in her throat. All, she could do is hold onto his gut for support, her thighs shaking while her orgasm wracked through her. His fingers slowing their pumping, with the aftershocks.
She kissed his gut, cheek resting on it to catch her breathe. Of course. Alvey, manhandling her rag doll body, is a sign he isn't going to wait for her refactory period.
"Ass up, face away from me, princess." He watched her rise her ass in position, with heavy lidded eyes. Automatically, licking his bottom lip when her wet slit was presented to him. Her wet inner folds, unintentionally parting to show her cute looking entry.
His lips met her moistened lips, pressing an open mouthed kiss on her leaking opening. She whined in anticipaction, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. "Such a pretty pussy you're showing me, doll," he murmurs, and predictably she reaches her hand out for his on the sheets.
She usually likes to hold his hand, while he impales her, dragging his cock inside of her in a steady rock of his hips. But, he feels this will be a different kind of lovin' today.
"will ya give it to me?" He meets her hungry gaze, looking over her shoulder, to watch him tug on his cock to relieve the ache. But, his hand isn't enough, it never is. He is tired of using his calloused hand.
Without, her verbal answer, he wastes no time to pull her by, her hips towards him. Sheathing himself in her gummy, cocoon of warmth. They both moaned in relief of finally connecting. He always feels like she grounds him in his life of being a intrusive thoughts--kind of airhead. He feels it now more than ever, both their heartbeats and panting synchronizing.
She sighed in content, when he moved her short hair from her neck, placing his lips on her sweaty skin. His way of soothing her from the big, burning stretch from him entering her. Her hand left the sheets to reach up, and move some of the strands lose from his tied up hair. It kept hitting her eyelid.
"Are you okay, Titalee?" Concern was heard in his voice, his bachelor-king-Kulina attitude gone. He noticed she was breathing more shallow, he even started to lift himself off her back a bit. But, she grabbed at his bicep, tugging him to be closer.
"You're...not crushing me. And you made me cold, moti." He gave her a spank, but it had little bite, "I know what that, 'm-word' means...doll." he remarks with a sly grin, she may think he doesn't listen when she teaches him about her heritage. But, he does, and he remembers.
He leans over her a bit, as requested. Blanketing her in his sweaty mass, he always notices his weight always seems to help calm her. He smoothed his rough hand over her back, feeling her shoulders untense. "Nice and warm?" She nodded then, he nodded amongst himself in approval, knowing she can't see.
"Good." He had one hand on her hip, his knee spreading her leg apart more, and he started his rough thrusting. Drawing a choked moan from her. His gut and hips met her jiggly ass everytime, her breasts also shaking on the matress she was pinned onto.
Without meaning to, drool leaked out of her open mouth, when the head of his cock massaged deeper inside. "Awh, God..." she babbled out, he chuckled darkly, "No, sorry, princess. He isn't here...nggh, makin' you fall apart." He panted out, his cock pulsing to his end.
"Fuck, sweet girl, you sucking me in...like I...can't leave," he full on pounds her into the mattress, his hand firmly wrapped around her throat. "You like how this old, fat man fucks you?" He squeezes a bit harder, listening to her holding back a squeal.
He smirked, fully enjoying how her needy cunt keeps contracting. Squeezing around him harder than his hand around her throat. "You like how--this old decrepit has his way with you...?" He huffs, feeling her hips push weakly against him. He slapped her left cheek, correcting her.
He clicked his tongue, "Stay still, princess," he rubs his calloused hands on her reddened cheeks. "..Sorry," she breathed out, feeling how dry her throat was. She still wanted more from the nasty, but caring older man. He kissed her cheek, reluctantly pulling his almost sore cock out.
She whined in annoyance, almost close to her peak. Of course, he switches when she is almost done. "Don't give me that." She smiled at him noticing her attitude. Rolling her eyes.
Once, he got into a seating position on the chair across from the bed, he snapped his fingers at her. Watching her messy bedhead-bob pop up, tearing a laugh out of him. "Come here, bagheera, come to daddy." He beckoned her over, he had a free hand ready to grab hers. His other hand occupying his cock, red at the tip.
She got up, after some trouble and a concerned look, or two from, Alvey. Because, she had fallen on the bed, when trying to get up. She took his hand quickly, once she reached him. Fully trusting he would be strong enough to support her wobbly legs. And, he did, proving it when he helped her straddle his lap.
Her arm was wrapped around his neck, and her other hand was on his cheek momentarily. Her thumb stroking his beard and some of his stubble. Their eyes met when, he kissed her thumb. "Are you ready?" She nodded, "Yeah," she started teasing him by leaning in to kiss him, but he wasn't having that. He grabbed the back of her head, smushing their faces together, sliding his tongue in her mouth, licking her tongue.
She moaned, tasting hints of his whiskey, herself, and his newports. The feeling amplified when she felt his thickness slide inside. A wet noise making a whoopee cushion sound. He felt even deeper than before.
He broke apart from their kiss, a string of spit connecting, he licked it up, then grabbed her jaw. "If you're gonna kiss me, fuckin' do it." He rasps to her, making her smile cheekily.
His grip was forcible, in a way that made her even wetter, his dark eyes boring into her green-blue ones. "Open, doll." She opened her mouth knowing what was coming, and he spit thickly right into her mouth. She swallowed, looking at him without him saying to swallow.
He had a hand on the small of her back, and the other on her shoulder. "Good girl, now take what I give you..." he breathes looking at her naked, flushed form in admiration. Taking in the beautiful woman seated on his cock. That he isn't paying to fuck either.
He starts thrusting into her roughly, hearing her cry out, feeling her natural, long nails dig into his chest. Feeling her lotus flower flutter around his length. "Don't stop, Alvey!" She begs, he ground his teeth as sweat beaded on his head. Planting his feet on the ground, giving her the angle she wants, the gaming chair creaking in protest from the pair's shared weight.
"I won't!" He vows, hugging onto her, holding her closer to his body, groping her left bouncing breast, and sucking on her right boob, flicking and twirling his tongue on her brown nipple. Her small hand latched on top of his hand on her left breast, guiding him on how to play with her left breast. It's more sensitive than the right. He knew that.
His arm around her hips, makes it incappable to move her hips on him. Which, is the point for him. He scatters kisses all over her face, and neck. Even on her boobs, after he cares for them by sucking them, addicted to how Vanya mewls for him. Her 'claws' digging into his back, resting her head on his shoulder, after her neck aches from her throwing it back.
"Mmm, Alvey..." she bites her lip, feeling her belly contract in a knot, as her body heats up more. "I got you, baby.! Let it out on me!" He grits out, feeling his balls swell up, he gave six more rough rolls of his hips. Watching, her come apart on top of him, her whole body trembling like a leaf, her eyes fluttered closed. He pulled out before, her lotus flower squeezed him to spill inside of her. With a shaky moan, he jerked himself to spill his seed all over her stomach and tits.
"Fuck, yes..." He sighed, puffing out a breathe of exhaustion. He wiped the loose strands of his bun, away from his face and reached into his discarded pants on the table in front of the chair. Grabbing a cigarette from his pack, and lighting it, deeply inhaling.
"Damn, that was something, huh, Ms. Lion?" He breathes shakily, exhaling his smoke away from her. She nods her head, already nodding off. Forgetting about the water she thought about. But, that was interrupted by a grunt from Alvey getting up. Carrying her, laying her right on the bed, his left hand cradling the back of her head, and the other under her legs.
"Don't sleep yet, sweet girl." He goes to get a wash cloth to clean his mess off of her stomach and tits. Then, uses a different one to clean her sore cunt, lightly. She hissed a bit from the pain of the contact, he kissed her ankle in apology. "Sorry about that, you want one of your snacks?" He asks her, taking a drag of his cigarette, managing to not dump any of the ash hanging onto it.
She nodded, even though she felt like sleeping. Her neck was hurting a lot. But, she was a bit hungry and let him know she wanted water. He didn't bother to clean off his cock from her lotus flower's nectar. He went straight to get her snacks like her chocolate, and water. Even helping her drink the cold water.
"Good?" He asked her, wiping his thumb over her lip to wipe off the water that spilled. "Much better..." she tiredly yawns. He pulls out her black shorts she wears to sleep, and pulls his shirt over her head. All he puts on is his navy st. sweats, letting his gut hang out.
She tucked herself into his side, enjoying his warmth, laying her head on his chest, her left leg swung over his gut. Her hand on the other side of his chest, covering the eye of the tattooed tiger snarling on his chest. The whole face of the tiger covering his whole chest, in honor of incorporating Vanya's culture on his body. And a good way to cover up his ex wife's name. Forever.
"Marty, did good on the tiger for you." She whispers to him, looking at the big cat that symbolized her dad's country; India. "Yeah?" He smiled at her like a love-sick teen, she nodded. Lisa, and him ended on bad terms last time, and he can't help but, think about how is she doing with karma treating her, to Garo cheating her financially in her Starbucks joint yoga studio. Especially, since she said he would die alone, not accomplish anything without her, and never find anyone or, anyone better than her.
None, of that stuff she said ever happened by the way. He did find someone better than her. He bought his own house without her, and a car. But, technically, since Lisa always asked her daddy for money, it was not her help actually. Or, her money. So, he had always did it without her, just with her dad, if he really thinks about it. And, he has a job at a restaraunt that he enjoys. He is still alive, unfortunately for her. Definitely, not alone either.
He ran his hand over her head, touching how soft her short hair is. She is too tired to complain to him about that. And, started massaging his fingers in her neck. The older man smiled, when he felt her weight completely sink onto him.
It doesn't matter, he is a lot better of a man than he used to be. And, he doesn't know what he would be doing now, or do at all, if he didn't find the most beautiful, biracial southeast Asian woman with more tattoos than himself. He takes another drag while in thought, tapping the ash on the ashtray. And butting out the cigarette.
He snuggles the younger woman close to his pudgy body, and pulls the blanket over both of them. Including, the real bear skin blanket he got for her, but put it only on her side. She has a hard time keeping warm.
"I really like it, when you wear your reading glasses," she shyly, trails her nails lightly over the tiger inked in his chest.
He raised his brow, his interest peaked, even though he has always hated signs of his aging. Even, his grey hairs, with the glasses making him feel like a huge dork. And, the prettiest girl, half his age, wearing his shirt, laying in his bed, tucked into his side like velcro, is telling him a part of him that embarasses himself. Is sexy to her.
He didn't think he could fall deeper in love with her. But, he just did. And, it gave him a new idea for the next time they try foreplay.
He plays with her nails, testing how sharp they are on the callouses on the tips of his fingers. His hand dwarfing her fingers. "Would you be opposed to me being your sub after class?" He asked her, with a knowing glint in his eye.
He was a pervert, a pervert she caught licking her panties in her room when they used to have seperate rooms. When they had first started living together. She initially refused to share a bedroom with him.
It made her so wet to watch him, the way how he licked the crotch of her lady boxers that were more of booty shorts. While, he palmed himself in his pants roughly. And, it was right after she watched him lick his hand to lubricate it.
She remembers how much shame filled her, when he caught her, catching him in her room after her late night chemistry class. And, ever since then, they have been hooking up, and she always leaves used panties in his room for her. But, now she should say--their room.
Best believe, he does sniff them, even when she isn't gone. He will even do it right in front of her. To tease her, to watch how cute her face flushes and how she doesn't look away from him, either. Letting, him know she wants it, just as much as the debauched old man.
She shook her head, "No, I wouldn't. Mr. Kulina..." she purred at him, kissing his chest. He hummed in response with a satisfied smile, "My balls are still sore, Titalee." He reminds her, watching her nod with understanding.
"Goodnight, Alvey," she nuzzled her head into his chest comfortably, listening to his heartbeat. "Goodnight, Van'." He yawns, wrapping his arms around her.
The next morning, when she woke up, right before she heads to her first class. Alvey, kissed her half closed eye, and starts wafting his hand from a plate of food he made her, to fan the smell at her. He smiled when she started stirring.
"I thought you had work earlier," she yawned, wirh a stretch, recieving help from Alvey popping her back. "Yeah, me too. But, that new dumb kid started coming in earlier..." she knew what he meant by that, he hated being bothered by co-workers when he came in early. Plus, the kid he is reffering to doesn't even take a breathe to stop talking. That sounded exhausting alone enough to her.
He made her over easy eggs, with toast and biscuits with gravy. He helped her eat the rest in the end. After, her car accident her appetite has been affected. Because, the negligent nurse and doctor gave the wrong medication.
Part, of the reason why he drives her. Besides, her being too scared to drive, he worried too much about it. On the bright side, she really does like his Cadillac. And, the look of jealousy on the faces of all the other girls that harass her, whom told her she would be a virgin forever.
Yeah, not, when he has his large hand on her thigh, proudly. And, making sure he gets a goodbye-kiss before dropping her off. Texting her to have a good day.
"Well...I thought maybe we could help you get in later.." she smiled at him, a blush bloomed on her cheeks. His eyes darkened in return, giving her a grin in agreement.
He wasted no time, to grab his readers. And put them on, of course he remembered what she said last night.
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