🍒ManChild🍒

18+. Masterlist .

You know your boyfriend Zuko.

is a jerk—your friends remind you all the time.

The way he talks to you, sharp like he’s always halfway ready to argue, the way he never softens even when you’re clearly trying… it pisses them off more than it should.

“We don’t even get it,” one of them says, shaking their head. “Why do you let him talk to you like that?”

And you just shrug, like it doesn’t land as heavy as it does when you’re alone with him.

Because what you let them see is fragments. Enough to raise eyebrows, not enough to explain why you don’t leave.

And they don’t see the quiet parts—how he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, or how the silence between you sometimes says more than anything he actually admits out loud.

He bothers you when you’re out to long with them away from him and they call it possessive behavior and of course you agree even when your fingers reply differently.

Zuzu 🩷:

You’ve been out long enough , don’t you think you should be heading home brat?

“He’s telling me I need to get home,” you say with a roll of your eyes, like it’s nothing.

Like it doesn’t tighten something in your chest.

Your friends react instantly—groans, scoffs, the usual chorus of seriously?

But your fingers are already curling around your things, slower than you mean them to be.

Because even if your tone says whatever, your body is already halfway gone.

“He never lets you enjoy he’s too possessive girl” one of your friends give there opinion and you nod like you agree .

Yes baby , I’ll be there .

Make it fast slut , i miss you doll.

“There she goes,” one of them huffs, watching you gather your keys and purse. “I knew you’d leave us. He’s got you on a leash or something.”

The words land sharper than you let on, but you don’t stop moving.

“I’ve been with you guys for hours,” you argue softly, already halfway out of the moment. “Plus… he’ll kill me if I’m late.”

It’s said like a joke. Almost.

You lean in anyway—pressing quick, familiar kisses to their temples, pulling them into a polite goodbye hug like nothing stings.

Like you’re not already thinking about the door you’re about to walk through.

I miss you more daddy.

I need you to be daddy’s good girl ? And obey me because I need you so much.

so fucking horny doll , just need that warm pussy and you can go back to spending my money & being with your friends .

Yes daddy, I’ll be there soon be patient please. I’ll be there as fast as I can .

Even with the slick little remarks slipping past your lips to satisfy your friends’ idea that you’ve got some controlling boyfriend, you never give them too much. Let them assume what they want.

They don’t need the details.

They don’t need to know that the second you get home, everything changes—how your voice softens, how the air feels different, how it’s not a performance anymore.

That part is yours.

He’s easing you right in a mating press and fucking you dumb, head board slamming forcefully into the wall like if his weight keeps pressing against it , the bed might break.

“Look at that pretty pussy, taking all of daddy dick.” he grunts against your soft skin like he might just tap out if you keep milking his cock for another one of his messy cum loads , pussy glistening from his spit and the extra cum from yours and his last orgasm.

“Feel so good daddy!” You hum looking at his gold irises gaze upon you like prey , and your crashing down around him like it’s the last thing you might get to experience that feels this fucking euphoric , legs shaking slowly when he pulls away too leave his sticky load all over your stomach , fat cock still standing hard even when he strokes at it and his hips twitch because he’s too sensitive now.

“Too full for another load of my cum doll?” he rubs at the swollen pudge on your abdomen , watching his cum pour out your fucked out hole slowly , and you look at him like he’s a mad man .

18+

He’s the kind of teacher who sits you in the front on purpose—close enough that you can’t disappear into the back rows, close enough that your wandering focus always ends up back on him.

Your attention span is weak—he can see it in the way your focus slips, the way your eyes drift. And he doesn’t like it. Not when it comes to him.

That’s what he tells you .

“Pay attention “ he murmurs, low and firm, sharp telescopic pointer clicking against the board when he watches your gaze falter from him and lower right to the seem of his fat cock , bulging in his khaki pants.

It’s impossible to focus , so he doesn’t bother to call you out when he catches you eyeing his cock again , he waits till the lesson is over and class is dismissed .

He doesn’t say it out loud.

He never does.

Instead, there’s just the soft thwap of paper meeting your desk—like it means nothing, like it isn’t deliberate.

Your graded work is there first, neat enough, marked up in red. Then the pink sticky note catches your eye like it was always meant to.

See me after class.

No punctuation. No explanation. Just that.

And somehow it feels louder than anything he could’ve said.

Your straddled on his lap the shades to the big windows are closed , and he’s got your skirt risen on your abdomen and your tits are spilling from your crisp button-up shirt, panties tugged aside, fingers rubbing you wet.

“So unprofessional to stare at your professors cock bunny?” his thick digits rubbing out your swollen clit with deliberate slow rubs, that leave you pouting for more.

“Not m’fault , you got hard staring at my tits professor “ your hand rubs against his swollen cock that rest against his abs leaking pre-cum, His head tilts blonde locs covering his face when he nods to the side, just for a moment, as your hand moves over his swollen tip.

“You’re a brat” he hisses, lifting you precisely till he’s got his mushroomed tip prodding at your sopping opening , your resting on his broad shoulder , nails digging into his firm muscles.

Since you stepped into his class, you’ve gotten your way—quietly, effortlessly—like he was always meant to be yours.

And it would be selfish of him to complain now.

Not when he’s the one who noticed you first.

Not when he’s the one who taught you how attention lingers, how silence can mean too much, how a look can turn into something neither of you name.

If he’s frustrated now, if he watches you like he’s holding back something he shouldn’t feel—

that’s on him.

Because you didn’t ask to be understood like this.

You just walked in… and he never looked away.

All it takes is for you to sit on his cock and he’s dumb over your creamy cunt.

“Cock drunk little brat” he hums softly when you’re sitting at his base warmth sucking him in and pretty pussy wrapping him like he belongs here and he does.

It’s all his .

He drags you forward , lifting your hips slightly to stab against every little creamy surface there is , you lean forward into his heavy chest that leaves you no room to run .

“Can you look at me… please ?” His voice cuts sharp, but there’s that quiet edge of pleading underneath it—soft enough that you look up before you can stop yourself.

At him.

The man you swore you’d never catch feelings for. The man who promised the same about you.

And yet here you both are—standing in the middle of everything you said you wouldn’t become.

“I—I love you… so much, ken,” you manage, the words catching on your breath like they don’t quite know how to leave your mouth.

Your chest rises unevenly as if even your body is surprised you said it out loud, like it cost you something to finally let it go.

He smirks at the tremble in your lips , his hips don’t falter so you’re mess , Like he knows exactly what you’re falling apart over.

His hands stay steady, unhurried, while you’re anything but—caught between breath and panic, fingers clutching at him like he’s the only thing keeping you anchored in place on his cock and you need more hips crashing up and down on his stiff cock.

“Oh yeah?… you love me doll?” His thick hands melt into your ass , like dough .

You nod frantically even when your stomach knots from the close orgasm building up but you don’t stop dragging your hips up and down till your splashing cream down his balls.

“Mm—why won’t you say it back ken,” you plead softly, leaning in like if you let go even for a second, he might disappear.

Your kiss lingers—slow, unsure, almost like you’re trying to convince reality to stay still.

He notices it. The shift. The way your usual edge slips into something softer, something unguarded.

Cute in a way that almost makes him forget to tease you… almost.

He’s slowly lifting his hips to crash into your soft spot with a soft kiss delivered back to your lips , And he just watches you like he’s been waiting for you to come undone all along.

You’re cock drunk and it’s so cute , you lean into him hips stuttering to ride him anymore , his hands drag you up and off taking all control.

“Look at you…pathetic little thing “ he anchors your lips back to his , when you lower to breath and he’s pecking you slowly before rocking his hips into your slutty cunt.

“I love you too sweet girl “ the release of tension is gone , and you can’t handle it , grabbing his arms your pussy tightens and you’re coming undone under him , skirt balled up at your waist and your socks are folded at your ankles .

Dripping down his balls like you have no home training , and he’s holding you close in the rolling chair like he needs too steady your overwhelmed body .

"You may as well just say yes." You look up at him confused. "I've already decided you're mine and just needed to hear you say it " he begins , he’s knew since the beginning he would make you his.

"That’s embarrassing !" you squeal, laughing and slapping him on the chest.

Oh, you think he’s kidding.

18+ ( I didn’t proof read I’m exhausted)

He loves watching you waddle around like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, like time slows just a little when you move. Your hand keeps finding your bump out of habit, gentle circles and soft pressure as if you could talk your stubborn boy into settling down through touch alone, like he’d recognize your calm and finally listen.

Finally when everyone clears out leave the two of you alone.

He stays on the throne, watching you move through the space the way you always do when you think no one’s looking—slow, careful, carrying yourself with that quiet grace even now. You stop every so often to fix something small, something everyone else would’ve missed hours ago, but you notice anyway. Straightening, adjusting, making everything sit just right before you move on again.

“Come here woman .” He breaks the cold silence of his stares , with a soft pat to his thigh, he’s a perv when you’re not looking and he’s not ashamed of it even when he’s got you all full of his child he still preys on you .

You turn slowly eyes low and tempting like you know what’s next .

You step toward his throne, unhurried, like you’ve got all the time in the world.

The moment you’re close enough, he reaches for you—no hesitation, no distance left to think. His hands settle around you like it’s instinct, like he’s been waiting all day just for this. He draws you in gently, guiding you closer until you’re right there with him.

Then he lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to the round curve of your bump—careful, reverent, like he’s greeting something precious and already deeply loved.

“Need to make room for one more,” he murmurs, a quiet huff leaving him as he leans in, drawn in by the warmth of you—like your presence alone pulls him closer, something instinctive, undeniable, and entirely his.

His kisses don’t falter , his hands slowly dragging to the fat of your ass , tugging you in lifting your gown like it was just another distraction.

“Here Zu?” questioning if the ball room was a place of choice to fuck you , your hands brace on his shoulders when he reveals your cute panties putting him to a complete stop , he leans up to peer at you , eyes low like he can’t wait any longer.

“You think they’re clueless to how you got here?” his gold irises drop low, voice rough with certainty.

Then he leans in again, pressing a slow kiss to your bump—like a promise—before pulling you closer, guiding you to straddle his lap like you’ve always belonged there.

“Take this off.” He orders even though he’s doing it for you , your arms lift when he pulls away your gown with ease , perk tits falling with the force of gravity pressing against them your milk leaks.

He wants to be gentle , his calloused hands gripping your tits, pushing them together till you’re crying when his lips latch onto your tender nipples, his teeth grind against them softly , your stomach pressing against his chest in a soft cry.

Your hair falls in a soft spill over one shoulder as you look down at him, lip caught gently between your teeth.

“Be gentle, Zu,” you murmur.

He hums in response, the sound low and steady, like a reminder he’s repeating to himself more than to you—his hands easing just a fraction as his focus sharpens. Careful. Always careful with you.

He leans into the golden throne , hands wrapping to hold onto your soft flesh , and you follow him keeping enough space for the baby , he’s spreading your ass pussy barely going unnoticed from how much she squelching when he’s stretching your ass apart.

“Mmm mommy’s wet,” he groaned, and the deep timbre of his voice sent a pulsing ache through your core, his finger pressing into your slit and dragging up to smear it all over your swollen bud .

"pleaseee- need you inside.” your words were barely more than a whisper. "I know mama, I know ” your breath hitched when you felt his calloused fingers sink into your velvety walls, that tightened instantly accepting every inch.

Your senses heightened to new limits when you felt his lips graze your earlobe. "Use your words .” he whispers, just as he starts to shake his fingers violently in your hole your legs clamp around him , and your back arches like you’ve seen it all.

"baby , I’ll squ- squirt !" Unable to bear it a second longer, he presses two fingers deep against the spots that make you whine, desperate to have it, make it leave a mess on his throne.

He’s knows you’re sensitive as ever in this state , so he uses it to his advantage.

"make your pretty mess” he begged, while using his free hand to dominate her soft peach , smack it softly when her hips stutter. Your choked sobs quickly morphed into feral screams when his fingers scissored against your walls.

"That's my baby." Shaking, he smoothed your hair off your face. "You use your words, ya hear?" Trembling violently, you looked up at him and nodded. "I love you, Zu… so much ." A drowned out cry falls from your lips before he’s dragging his fingers out and violently taking everything you had left.

His hand swiping across your swollen clit with no care in the world for how violently you’re trembling against him , your bump rubbing softly against his chest as you try to pull off his fingers .

opening your mouth to cry your silent please only to hear it crack when you whimpered the words, "That's it." His velvety murmur glided between the two of you . "Give into it, mommy . Let me feel you come all over my hand."

And your thighs tremble the sound of juices splashing against not only his hand but the thrones chair and onto the floor , your hips falter and your holding him close like he’ll disappear and when you calm down he’s giving you light kisses and picking you up carrying to the room .

"you’re crazy zu. “

Your voice is muffled against his neck, but you hear his voice loud and clear as he says.

"I’m not done with you, need you to make room for one more ." And for a second you know that the night is gonna last long.

"Please." A long, unsteady breath, you take your defeat.

18+

He’s different tonight , he comes through the door .

The shift is subtle, but you feel it the moment his fingers hook into the fabric of his tunic, pulling off his shoulders and discarding it somewhere behind him. His shoulders drop after—like he’s setting something down you can’t see, something heavy.

No words. Not even a glance to fill the silence.

Just the slow, measured sound of his steps as he crosses the room toward you.

And you’re still there—on the bed, watching, waiting—while his presence alone seems to close the distance faster than his body does, quiet and overwhelming all at once.

“take them off .” he orders, voice dropping lower than usual like his command isn’t up for debate.

you don’t disobey standing to your feet , your pulling away your robe slowly revealing your undergarments, just as he come closer, the weight of him scary , overwhelming in the way silence can be when it’s filled with too much unspoken.

His eyes meet yours—softer than before, like something in him has quieted just enough to let you in. And your hand lifts without thinking, gentle as it brushes through his hair, pushing it back from his face. The contrast is almost startling—your softness against the roughness of him.

He exhales into it.

Melts, just slightly, leaning into your touch like he didn’t realize he needed it until now.

And then he steps closer.

Too close.

There’s no space left between you, no air to separate the tension that’s been building. It tips, suddenly—his weight, your balance—and before you can catch it, you’re both falling back onto the mattress.

“don’t be scared.” his breath falters when you let out a soft squeal, like he didn’t want to say it his fingers pressed into your waist keeping you grounded.

“im not.” Your hands slip into the small gap between you, finding warmth, finding his waist band you pull away the only thing restraining him.

his gaze turns soft like he’s been waiting all day for his wife , he’s pulling your panties from under you , leaning up to pull them off your thighs slowly to your ankles , before he’s spreading you out, legs spreading and thighs glistening under the dim lights, he lowers between them back close and personal.

“my handsome prince. “ he leans into you a kiss that breaks apart for a second, a smile stretching fingers gently sliding down the side of his face to his neck.

A shot of adrenaline coursed through you when his hands slid to your hips and his dick pressed against you.

"You're perfect. Perfect for me." He ran his hands up and down your thighs lifting it just at and angle for him to ease in.

he moved, gliding his tip along your slit, teasing you . before pressing into you , putting it inside you, toes curled with the unbelievable feeling. It was so much deeper like this, you leaned backward a little to be able to absorb every inch. filled and stretched, and wanting him to feel as complete as you did.

his head falls , a broken sigh leaves his lips. you’re tight .

“fuck , you need to hold onto me. “ the desperation in his voice leaves you in awe , arms wrapping his back you lean into his ear.

he grips your hips and pushes them down until he’s sunk halfway into your needy cunt, his length pulsing .

“mhm.” he hears the soft sound that leaves you , its been awhile since he’s been here , he’s been tied up and he’s left you unattended for far too long.

your thighs quivering against his waist , trying to adjust to his huge cock again, his grip tightened on your hips, and you try to pry and stop him from shoving you down all the way.

“I can’t zu…” hes prying your hands away dragging them up the sheets and holding them down.

“all of it princess.” the warmth in his voice drifted straight , back to that commanding voice. his hips dragged up the sheets pressing you into a mating press till he’s balls deep.

your eyes crowd with tears , a soft moan tearing from you like it hurts .

“wasn’t so bad … now was it princess ?” He lifts his hips to slam down into you , stretching you open the squelch of your pussy leaving him drunk .

your face scrunching up , he’s letting your hands go slowly cupping your face he pulls you out of his shoulder .

“answer me .” he loves commanding you when you’re fucked stupid , it makes him happy to see his wife drunk off his cock.

“no sir.” you hum eyes fluttering open , still barely breathing with his hips dragging and slamming back into you his cock rubbing every wall in your creamy cunt he’s pressing into , his hands softly stroking your rosy cheeks like it’ll make you feel any better that he’s stabbing against your cervix.

he’s looking between you and the way he drags from your molded hole , groaning when he pulls out to see you paint his cock white , it’s a pretty sight .

“making a mess of me pretty girl.” He hums softly, looking up to see your low gaze , you’re so cute it hurts . lips swollen and you’re hot inside , warm and soft.

“m’sorry, I don’t know what’s — hic—gotten into me” you drag out like it takes everything in you, like weeks of distance are finally catching up at once. He hasn’t seen you in weeks—consumed by the weight of the kingdom, always buried in duty, always somewhere else when you’re awake.

Most nights, he comes in too late, slipping into the room when you’re already fast asleep, careful not to disturb you. Like even in silence, he doesn’t quite know how to fully arrive.

“Don’t be sorry, pussy just misses her husband.” he reassures his absence , your gaze breaks to the mess and its breath taking how messy the scene is .

his cock sticky , and your thighs are all slimy he’s smiling at your fucked out face when he slams in an drags his tip along to press against the spot that leaves a bigger mess on him, your head falls back and your chest heaves out.

“zukooo” you cry and it’s so pretty , lifting your gaze to look at him , and he’s already there , eyes low of lust and he’s pussy drunk , “yes baby?” he hums voice low and seductive like he wants you to break.

You nod quickly, overwhelmed in the moment, your hand lifting instinctively as your fingers slip into his thick black locs.

“I’m so close…” You hum softly dragging your hips up to chase the high that drives closer when his cock slams into you in the rhythmic way.

he nods leaning closer to press a soft kiss to your lips, you don’t let him leave the distance that’s now closed , your tongue breaking past his teeth , he slowly sucks on it accepting the sloppy kiss .

His hands tenses around the back of your thighs before he’s pressing you into the mattress and fucking you harder.

“ughhhh “ you cry mid kiss , feeling him stab at your weak cunt , you’re so full of him .

you feel the little smirk on his lips when you cry out of frustration from being away from him for so long , and the pleasure of finally feeling him after weeks , and it makes him feel better as a husband for making his wife feel so taken care of.

“let’s finish your mess then princess “ he groans , his thick cock pulling out one last time , before his tense hips slams back in his cock pressing firmly against your womb and your back is lifting from the bed when your stomach pushes , your thighs tighten around him keeping him right in your womb.

“no turning back now “ he grunts , his warm cum filling your womb with it all , and he’s not dragging out till he’s finished , finished putting his next heir in you .

when he’s done , he’s leaning between your thighs and kissing your mess , like it’s all he’s ever wanted .

Pulling your restless body into his chest and letting you sleep with his cum seeping from your pussy.

fluff, begging kink , consensual, tit kink .

Sometimes you have to rid choso of your tits for the rest of the week .

They’re tender , swollen and he just doesn’t know when to stop , he latches onto them like he needs them for every small moment, or scenario sooner or later they’re raw .

Tender , that just even putting on your bra is a pain , he doesn’t know any better , so you try not to be mad and just started to turn him down.

“Not tonight babe “ he’s never heard that at least not from you , always welcoming him with a soft kisses a part of your legs so he can rest warmly between them and letting him cuddle right under you and latch on .

So the words no fall hard , like a stab to the heart.

The past week , your attitude hasn’t changed .

So he’s confused are you upset?

“Did I upset you?” He prods at the end of your tank top hoping that you’ll let him raise it up , your nipples are calming just weeks later but they still feel sore so you keep him grounded with a soft .

“I’m not upset babe , just … not right now “ your hands cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss , his eyes turn glossy and he doesn’t know if he should push further or just say ok , because it’s not like you . You love when he sucks your tits , you love when he kisses them or even just rubs them .

He doesn’t pry , to afraid that he’ll over burden you with questions so he sits there with a little more pressure weighing over him.

The part of him that begs for your reassurance breaks the silence of the two of you just sitting there “I love you” , and mindlessly watching tv , because he can’t focus not when the air is heavy and your tits are poking at your shirt like they’re begging to be sucked.

“I love you too baby” you smile softly , he really doesn’t understand.

So he waits , waits weeks without your tits and still you’re turning him away he wants to cry because he’s loosing sleep , and concentration and it’s all he can think about right now.

So he finally comes too you with plead and answers for why you won’t let him .

“I haven’t tasted them for weeks “ he tries not to fold , he wants to be more of a man for you and not a thousand year old curse who doesn’t know less of what he wants .

You look up from your book , he’s standing there shirtless , that death black hair falling over that tattooed pale face , and he’s got that look when he refuses to sleep so he can watch over the house .

“Hi baby” that same soft smile , like everything’s ok but it’s not he hasn’t been ok in weeks .

“Why have you been turning me down sailor ? “ he kneels in-front of you , slowly dropping on one knee , then to the other putting his face into your breast , your scent alone driving him insane.

“I haven’t Cho , what are you talking about ?” His head raises and his eyes are brimmed with tears .

“You haven’t let me touch your breast , in weeks and you know how much I need them “ you smile like it’s the sweetest thing you’ve seen all day , your husband kneeling before you , and begging for the slightest attention.

You go to cup his fast thumb swiping past his eyes clearing it of the salty tears , that roll down his face .

“Cho sometimes you can be on my nipples so much they hurt , I’m not ridden you of them forever … they just needed time to heal” you explain in that voice that makes him feel less of a man , he loves that voice because it makes him feel safe .

He nods his head , “ are they ok? When will i be able to feel them again?” You giggle , leaving a kiss mark of your lip gloss on his nose , his hands squeezing at your waist for reassurance that you aren’t mad .

You lean up , hands pulling the white tank top over your head , and tossing it to the side on the couches arm .

“Yes, they’re ok just needed some time “ you pull away the strap of your bra off your shoulder revealing your tan nipples that perked with just the air grazing them , a slight painful “SSS” leaving your lips and he’s looking up at you .

He leans in , his hands coming to cuff just under your breast and he’s gazing up at you for your confirmation, maybe that’s where you went wrong , when you first met he wouldn’t touch you unless you wanted him , you had to practically force him .

“I’ll be gentle I promise “ your nod of approval has his cock twitching in his pants , he leans in his tongue swipes across the bud , he wants to make sure you’re ok so he looks up at you .

You look at him eyes pinching together in frustration like the pain eases when he latches, “ gentle cho “ you pout when his lips suck on one.

His eyes close , and he leans into it , the softness , the warmth all too familiar , his hands prodding them .

Masterlist

Higurami doesn’t really care for piercings , well at least he hasn’t since college.

He removed his lip ring before stepping into law school , deeming it as unprofessional in his field.

And he never looked back on that life.

So when you come in from a day out with your friends, bags discarded on the kitchen island of different things , with god knows what inside.

He’s resting on the couch watching law and order , he’s the type to pick at the pros and cons in shows like this .

You don’t greet him. Instead, you straddle his lap, deliberately blocking the case he’d been so close to solving. Your fingers slide into his jet-black hair, pushing it back just enough to reveal those restless, searching eyes.

His hands go to hold you steady , with a guilty little smirk on your face “ speak.” He can tell when you’re hiding things you tend to become clingy .

“Don’t be mad—I know things like this are unprofessional and unattractive, but it was so tempting, babe, and—”

Your words cut off into a muffled protest when he squishes your face in his hand, silencing the rest of your ramble before it can spiral any further.

“tell me what you did?”

His voice comes out low and edged with warning, like he’s bracing himself for whatever you’re about to say—half-expecting you to admit you’ve maxed out his card again with that so-called “endless” shopping habit of yours.

Your hands find the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it upward—but he’s quicker, impatience getting the better of him as he helps tug it off. His jaw tightens, eyes flickering with something unreadable.

“I’m sorry… if it’s too much, I’ll take them out,” you murmur, suddenly unsure, your voice softer now—nothing like the ramble from before , forgiven almost.

For a moment, he just looks at you, the tension in his expression shifting into something deeper, something quieter than words.

He doesn’t speak , he doesn’t even leave the gaze he has on your tits , his finger reaches to rub across one , “ babe they’re still sore” you pout and he’s pulling his finger away .

Eyes gleaming with a unrestrained expression at the silver bar , pretty red cherries at the edge stabbing through your nipples.

“Is this what you do with my money?”

His voice low and you’re nervous because he won’t say if he loves them or not .

“Baby at least say that you like them?” You drag out a pout softly at your husbands gaze that still hasn’t even met you .

He leans in like he’s examining the sore nipples , “ fuck… — umm “ , the silence alone and the unreadable expression leaving your eyes brimmed with tears ,” - I love them princess “ he cracks a smirk , delivering a sweet kiss to the tender nipple , a kiss that leaves you screeching with excitement.

He pulls you closer , “I knew you would “ you push your tits together with your arms , and his face buries between them that crooked nose poking at your chest .

All he can think about is how much fun he’ll have with them when they heal .

“How long do I have ?” He questions the whole healing process thing .

“Only 6 weeks , or maybe more” he rolls his eyes , hoping you’ll keep them nurtured so they can heal just in time for his lips to be around them .

Another soft sigh slips past his lips. “Fuck, doll… might have to take that card back if you keep this up.”

You fix his gaze pushing your shirt back down, breaking the fragile, lingering gaze between your tits and your husband .

Sorry guys I have major writers block like I ca barely even write a fluff ! I’m dying inside any help?!?!