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˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Your dad's best friend and biggest crush moved in after early retirement, giving you three months to finally fuck him before you go back to college.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ 18+ only content: mdni + explicit smut + age-gap + height difference + dirty talking + piv + teasing + daddy kink.
an: this is based off this post!!
June was a bust.
Instead of three months, you have two to get your father’s best friend to sleep with you.
It proved that John Price is a strong man indeed and was good at dodging your advances.
You had purposefully gone down to the kitchen so many times when you knew he’d be leaning against the counter with a glass of whiskey, unable to sleep.
So, you’d trot in the shorts that your ass ate, the fabric bunched between your cheeks giving John plenty to think about later, and a skimpy tank top that left little to the imagination.
One night you told him you liked his tattoo, and he replied, saying that “they were older than you," and if that didn’t spark a fire under your ass, John didn’t know what did.
All you wanted to do was drop to your knees and suck his dick like it was a melting popsicle, but instead you giggled and touched his arm and told him that it was hot, then you scented him with your perfume while you wished him a good night before you disappeared upstairs, leaving John rock hard and alone to gather his thoughts before he went to his bedroom.
He truly had no idea that his career in the military would land him here, retired with a bum knee that aches when it rains and living with an old friend and his family. It wasn’t all bad, though; your mom always had breakfast in the morning and was nothing but the perfect hostess, but you?
That’s a completely different story.
John could see the gears working in your head as you stared at him at the dining room table every night, your foot sometimes 'accidentally,' as you like to say, brushing against his.
Times like those he has to remember that you’re his best friend's daughter, much younger than him—hell, you’re young enough to be his daughter.
All he had to do was wait until August, when you went back to college; then he wouldn't have to jerk himself almost raw in the shower while sniffing your body wash—and using it as lube—like some horny teenager to relieve the ache you give him because you'll be gone and he won't have you around like a constant reminder.
Two more months. Shouldn't be bad, right?
John really should've known better.
Especially when your parents went out of town for the weekend, leaving John in charge even though you're twenty-four.
He could hear the pipes whenever you started the shower, and like some sort of minx, you'd end up in the hallway in nothing but a towel, still dripping wet, water droplets rolling down your arms and legs, but John stared at the mist on your chest.
“Sorry, forgot my clothes.” You giggled and brushed past John as he came out in the hallway to go downstairs, the scent of your body wash was almost too much, it made him stagger a moment as he trained his dark, hungry gaze on you and sighed deeply.
After a few times of that, John finally put his foot down and cornered you in the kitchen one evening when it was pouring rain outside, knowing it was risky because your parents were home.
You both faced each other in the small space, the air buzzed with anticipation and desire.
Thunder clapped outside, a strike of lightning zipped through the dark sky, making the tension burn hotter in the kitchen somehow. “You need to stop.”
“Stop what?” You asked, spooning the sides of your yogurt cup while leaning against the counter, dressed in a very short nightgown, the lacy hem barely stopped at your thighs.
He rubbed his face tiredly and put his water bottle down, the plastic crinkled from how tight he squeezed it. “Walking around naked.”
You hummed and sucked on your spoon, unknowingly smearing yogurt on your bottom lip that caught John's attention.
Immediately, his gaze fell down.
John hesitated for a moment before he reached out and wiped it away with his thumb that he sucked clean. Your breath hitched, making him feel like he got a point in whatever game you two played.
“I'm not naked, and you really should stop staring.” You said and bristled, irritated that he wouldn't go further with you. How much more do you need to break him down before he kisses you?
His eyes drug up and down your scantily clad body with a raised eyebrow. “Bend over the counter and let me see how short your little night gown is.” He challenged, knowing he was playing with fire and in the end would end up burned.
For a moment you stood there with your breath stuck in your throat, then you quickly turned around, braced your hands on the counter, and spread your legs, bending over like a good girl.
A cool breeze caressed your exposed flesh, making you shudder and ache to be touched.
Something between a grunt and growl vibrated in his chest as his fingers trailed under the crease of your ass just where the hem barely ended. “Too short, love.”
“You're not my dad.” You said through gritted teeth, making John chuckle, his breath fanned against your neck.
“If I were, you sure as bloody hell wouldn't be wearing this around a much older man. Don’t you know what he probably thinks?”
John's body pressed against you, his pelvis flush against your ass as he skated his open palms down your arms, his rough, calloused skin against your satin skin.
You wanted to snap back, truly you did.
But all coherent thought leaked from your skull like a filled-up sink with a crack when he flexed his dick in his pj shorts.
“What? Cat got your tongue? You were all claws seconds ago. What happened, love?”
The mocking condescension only served to turn you into a dripping wet mess, so much so that you felt your panties sticking to your aching cunt. “Kiss me, please.” You begged.
Did it sound and look pathetic?
Maybe.
Did you care?
No.
The scent of whiskey and smoke curled around you as John kept you pinned against the counter lazily and subtly grinding his hips. “No, princess.”
“What?” You backed your ass up and pushed him back enough to face John, your eyes narrowed and hissy.
John hummed and traced the shape of your bottom lip with his thumb, never moving any closer, letting the air crackle, it was beyond frustrating that he won’t give in. “I know you've never been told no before, so let me tell you again. I won't kiss your pouty little mouth, love.”
“Fuck you!” You weren’t sure where the sudden flare of anger came from, but you looked up at John with rage burning bright in your eyes and pushed on his chest before you stormed upstairs to your bedroom, where you slammed the door shut and flopped on your bed with a grunt.
Left in the kitchen alone, John sighed and rubbed a hand over his beard, knowing he had to stop teasing you, it was torture for both of you. “Bloody fuckin’ hell.” He grunted and downed his whiskey, then walked upstairs to his bedroom, where he heard you moaning his name.
Your door was wide open giving him the perfect view of you atop your mattress, nightgown hitched up around your waist and a dildo sliding in and out of your slick pussy. It made him pause and stand there with his jaw slack, feeling all his blood rush to his dick, making him dizzy.
With each thrust, you sighed in pleasure and arched your back, feeling John’s hot gaze on you.
“John! I’m so close! Keep going!”
From where he stood, John could hear how wet you were and see how the dildo stretched your pussy lips. It was so fucking obscene that he cleared his throat and hurried to his room, where he burst inside and sat on the edge of the bed, still able to hear you masturbate so loudly.
You were too close to your orgasm to care if John stood there still or not, giving him the perfect time to shove his hand in his pajama pants and grasp the base of his cock gently and jerk himself off, trying to match your pace. His eyes squeezed shut, he conjured up the mental image of you like that again, groaning your name while he leaned back and freed his dick to go faster.
Thick ropes of hot cum made a mess of his pants, so John changed and quickly cleaned his hands before he lay down, feeling the regret of doing something so dirty even though you teased him and pushed him over the edge, and John could feel the disappointment of your dad if he learned that his best friend fucked his daughter like she was his personal slut.
After that night, John kept his distance from you for a few good weeks.
Until a Saturday night in late July—almost August—when the nights were sticky with the hot air when your parents had their annual summer BBQ, where they invited everyone they practically knew, which meant somehow your ex-boyfriend had showed up.
He sat down with your dad and a few other friends, Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick, who talked in low murmurs about the ‘old days’ that John wasn’t interested in because who the fuck was the idiot talking to you? His arm was slung around your waist, and his lips no doubt brushed your ear when he leaned in to whisper something, making you giggle and slap his chest playfully.
“I wish her mother wouldn’t invite everyone. It gets crowded, and everyone doesn’t take a lot of food back, plus my daughter's boyfriend is here. Don’t have kids unless you want to go to jail for beating up boys who hurt your baby girl.” Your dad sighed and drained his first beer.
Everyone’s head turned to look at you, then back at your dad, able to understand that, even though they themselves didn’t have kids, you were like family to everyone but John.
Your laughter floated across the fairy-lit yard. Lights were strung from tree to tree, and all the partygoers were either at the makeshift dance floor or sitting down or at the food table, and even over the music, John listened as you giggled some more and dragged your ex to the dance floor.
John’s jaw clenched.
He couldn’t get up and rip him away from you so he could wrap you in his strong arms, hold you close, and kiss you stupid. It made him mad, a deep rage settled in his lower gut as you held your ex-boyfriend and danced to the beat of the sensual music. “You okay, mate?” Kyle asked from the left of him, he followed John’s gaze and gave his former captain a knowing look.
“I’ll be right back.”
Standing up, John pushed his chair back and went inside to the bathroom to throw some cool water on his face and stare in the mirror. “She’s trouble, so much fuckin’ bloody trouble.” He murmured and sighed, then dried his face and went back to the table, seeing you grabbing more beers for your friends now while your ex watched you from his own seat, grinning.
Part of him wanted to ask why your dad hated him but didn't want to look like a creep and tip anything off to him either. John was sleeping under his roof and eating his food, which made him feel like a bum, but you were there, and he had company, so the house was never silent.
“Hi, Daddy!" You squealed and walked up to the table clearly tispy, you wobbled and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. All the guys smiled at the show of affection.
“Enjoying the party, dear?” He asked.
You giggled and nodded before pulling away. “I am, yes, it’s almost time to call it a night though. Mom is tired and I’m leaving, don’t stay up late.” You told him and subtly glanced at John, who stared at you, his face unreadable.
“Where are you going?”
“With friends.”
You weren’t about to tell the whole table that you’re going to your ex’s for dick.
“Be safe and have fun.”
Your dad slipped you some cash that you stuffed in your pocket and kissed his cheek before you hurried away to the group of friends waiting for you along with your ex.
After John helped clean up—which was barely—he ended up in your bedroom, where you stood swiping on more glitter lip gloss. He watched you smack your lips together, and all he could think about was his cum smeared on your lips instead. “Where are you really goin’?” He asked as he leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
You jumped, not even seeing him until you turned and looked at him with narrowed eyes and a slight sway. “None of your business. You’re not my dad, remember?” You hissed and looked back in the mirror, feeling John step into your room, changing the air into something hot and thick.
“You keep bringing that up, I can’t but think you want me to be your daddy.” John said with that smile that made your tummy burn with something between lust and raw affection.
“Keep wishing. My friends are waiting outside for me.”
John stepped closer until his chest was pressed against you, his large hands settled on your waist, keeping you from falling. “Should they be driving? I don’t want you gettin’ in the car if they’ve been drinkin’, love. Come on, I know you’re mad at me, but don’t do it.”
Your stomach dropped as his scent—clean laundry, musk, a slight smoky odor, and pine—filled your nostrils, making it incredibly difficult to think about anything but John. He was right, though.
“Fine. I’ll text them. You owe me a night out now.”
“I’ll take you to the shooting range then.”
You laughed and turned so you stared up at him. “That sounds so much fun.” You deadpanned with an eye roll and gripped his shirt, letting your hazy gaze fall down to his full lips.
John’s chest swelled with something foreign as he held your stare.
“Kiss me.” You asked again, your voice soft and whiny as you blinked.
Everything melted down to this.
Having you in his arms and you looking at him like he hung your moon and sun.
Oh, how bad he wanted to do it.
“I can’t. Your dad—it would hurt him and betray his trust, and he’s done so much for me.”
You sighed, feeling tears burn behind your eyelids as you rocked back on your heels, knowing John was right, but you didn’t care. You’re both grown and can do whatever you like.
Sounds from downstairs broke the moment, forcing John to step back and run his fingers through his hair with a heavy sigh. “Get some sleep, princess. See you tomorrow.”
After that you ignored him completely.
His denial stung like a bee's stinger, it sent hot pulses of hurt to your chest that lingered there, festering with each second.
You never went out with your friends that night, you crawled into bed and blasted songs from your headphones like some heartbroken teenager.
In a way, you were heartbroken.
For the last seven years you've crushed hard on John, and he's always been around, whether it be physically or sending the family letters where he asked about you.
August crept in like fog.
It blanketed the whole city in a heat wave, making it unbearable to step outside. Each time you did, it took your breath away and left a thin sheen of sweat all over.
With the rising temperatures, your clothes merely became shorter and thinner.
John had a hard time not staring, but he was proud of himself for not giving into you even when he wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees and bury his face between your legs.
It felt like a stab to his dick whenever he got a glimpse of you sucking a popsicle. You slurped on it lewdly, making a damn show of it as you sometimes looked at him.
Even though you never said it, your eyes did—that the damn thing was his cock.
John wasn't sure if it was fate tempting him when your parents left again for a week and a half this time, leaving you two alone.
Your parents trusted him.
Don't they know that was a mistake?
The first night was quiet with you in your room doing whatever and John on the couch drinking a beer while he stared at the TV but not actually watching it.
He had no idea what you were doing up there, but the idea of being in his own room with a wall separating you was hell.
A few hours trickled by and John figured he must've fallen asleep because he was awoken by sounds in the kitchen.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, John stood and stretched, then went to investigate what was going on.
It was the first time in weeks you two have been in close proximity.
“Can't sleep?” He asked in a raspy tone.
You looked up from grabbing a few bits of fruit from the bowl your mom kept fresh and stocked. “No. I saw you sleeping on the couch.” You sounded hollow.
John hesitated, then stepped inside until he stood next to you by the counter. He grabbed a grape and shifted to face you, holding the grape up, he touched your lips with it.
He was tired of fighting it.
For a moment you stared at him and parted your lips, letting him slip the fruit in your mouth. You closed your lips and sucked on his finger, then chewed the grape when he withdrew and wrapped one arm around you.
His blue eyes bore into you, still unsure of what he was about to do. John lifted his hand again to cup your cheek, pulling you closer so he could bend down and press his mouth against yours in a fleeting kiss.
Electricity shot through your veins as you gripped the front of his shirt and melted. You didn’t give him a chance to pull back.
Your mouth met his again in a long kiss that slowly turned into his tongue probing your lips apart, licking and tasting the fresh sweetness of the fruit.
His hand that cupped your cheek moved to the back of your neck, which he squeezed, holding you still. "John," you mumbled.
In a brazen move to show off how strong he still is, John's hands slid down your sides all the way to your thighs and picked you up, forcing your legs to wrap around him.
“Yes, princess?”
You stared at him for a moment so flustered and in heat almost that you almost knocked him back when you kissed him, swirling your tongues together slowly.
It was needy, the way you pawed at him while he carried you to the couch and laid you down where he pinned you against the leathery cushions, never breaking the kiss.
He settled perfectly between your legs like a puzzle piece. “So fuckin’ pretty.” John muttered as he stared down at you, his breath fanned over your face as he just watched you before kissing you again.
Your fingers clawed at his shirt while he slid his hand under your shirt, making you shudder in anticipation, a soft squeal spilled free when he brushed his finger against your nipple. “Please—daddy.”
“Oh, baby. You're goin’ to kill me. Do you want to be my sweet girl?” John asked in a velvety rasp, already knowing the answer, he just wanted to hear it.
“Yes, I can be the sweetest girl ever for you.”
He chuckled and clicked his tongue while cocking his head to the side. “I don't know about that, love. You've been bratty.”
You pouted and tugged on his shirt while avoiding eye contact. “Because I've been trying to get you to sleep with me and you kept pushing me away.” You mumbled.
“So that gives you the right to act out?”
“Yes. No. Kinda. I like you a lot.”
You didn't expect the kiss to end like this.
A confession could easily ruin everything.
John sighed and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “I like you a lot too, more than I should. You’re trouble, I don’t even care anymore. I’ve been shot at, but nothing hurts more than knowin’ I can’t have you.” His fingers stroked your face and then trailed down to tug your t-shirt off.
His words made you melt like ice cream under the summer sun. “You can have me, John. We’re adults, and I want you. You want me to, my dad can get over it.” You told him and tugged on his shirt, pulling him further on top of you to kiss him passionately with all tongue.
The invisible string was severed, it snapped and frayed as you swirled your tongues together, grinding against his bulge, moaning against his lips. John’s large palms cupped your tits, making you shudder, feeling the liquid desire seep into your blood, sending heat to your pussy that drooled with so much slickness it made your panties stick to your cunt.
In a flurry of needy hands, John got you naked first and admired your bare body. “I need you, your lips on my skin. I need you deep inside me.” You whined with a pout and arched your back, giggling when John’s beard tickled you, his lips pressed against your chest and latched around a nipple while he played with the other, pinching and twisting it gently into a stiff peak.
“I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you like you’re meant to be.” John murmured as he kissed his way down to your stomach, where he nuzzled his face against your soft skin before going further south to the apex between your legs.
John’s rough thumbs parted the lips of your puffy pussy, moaning at how soaked you were, his digit slid over your cunt and pressed against your clit as he sank two thick fingers inside you with such a wet squelch that it made your face burn. “Such a pretty pussy, all for me, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy, it’s all for you.” You moaned and swirled your hips, then bucked them when John’s tongue swirled against your clit, and then he was eating you out like a man starved, his strong arms hooked around and over your thighs, squeezing the fat while he devoured you.
His tongue licked up and down your pussy, slurping loudly and spitting on it as he finger-fucked you, curling and scissoring them in tandem with sucking your clit again. It was such a mess, so much spit and slick dripped down the crevice of your ass cheeks as you rolled your hips.
With your fingers curled in John’s hair, you ground against his mouth with your eyes squeezed shut, feeling the pleasure unwind in your lower belly like a ball of yarn that was cut. “Holy fuck! John, please don’t stop!” You begged and squeezed his head between your legs.
He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
With each stoke of his tongue, John was sending you higher into orbit. It was obvious he knew what he was doing, and it blew every guy you’ve been with out of the water, he picked you apart, wanting to make you cum so he could piece you back together for his own selfish desires.
You tugged on his hair particularly hard, feeling your orgasm crash over you like an ocean wave taking you under. Sparks burst behind your eyes as you rode out your high, hearing John slurp it up with a satisfied moan. “Suck…let me suck you off.” You slurred, looking down at him.
From between your legs, John grinned like a cat who caught his prey.
“I have different plans, love, you can do that later.”
Later?
That one word was enough to reignite the flame inside your chest.
You tugged John back up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “Don’t you taste so good?”
With a nod of your head, you reached down between John’s legs and tapped his heavy cock against your pussy, then slid him inside of you, feeling the stretch. Your eyes widened then rolled as he fed inch after thick inch until he bottomed out, making you squeal and moan.
Your arms hooked around his neck, holding him still for a moment, savoring how he felt.
His forehead rested against yours while he kissed you tenderly, letting his hands trail over your body like he was trying to memorize every dip and curve. “Your pussy is suckin’ me in like she needed this, you poor thing. Those college boys only leave you disappointed, don’t they?”
John rolled his hips, grinding against you before he fucked you with heavy, deep thrusts.
“Only you can fuck me so good, Daddy! Thank you!” You babbled and held onto him tighter, feeling your cunt squeeze him, almost making it impossible for him to pull out.
He chuckled and kissed your forehead and gripped the armrest of the couch while his other hand lifted one leg over his shoulder, forcing himself deeper. Wet squelching noises sounded from where you two were connected, adding to the sex-scented air. “You don’t need to thank Daddy, you’re such a sweet girl when you want to be, that is.” John grinned and nipped your lip.
You didn’t reply, only just moaned and bucked your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his dick that molded your pussy around him. “Feel how deep I am? Goin’ to make a fuckin’ mess out of you.”
And he did.
After he let go of the couch, John threw your other leg over his shoulder and folded you in half, pulling out until only the tip was nestled in your slick hole before he bottomed out in a mean thrust. His fingers found your clit, making you whimper and whine while you clawed at his shoulders. You two were so lost in each other, sharing wet, sloppy kisses, that neither you nor John noticed the front door that opened.
still in shock that @squinch-depraved could come downstairs or I could go upstairs and we'd be face to face it feels surreal still but also so awesome because I love you 🥹
it's absolutely CRAZY that i can go downstairs rn and look at @pricesprincess with my own two eyes. in my own fucking house. she's real guys what the fuck
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something has possessed me to write a slowburn mentor/apprentice to lovers fic about my husband's d&d character and my oc/sona so that's where my mind has been lately. it's nice not writing x reader i'm so used to that but now i can use NAMES muehehe
Cooper,,,,finishing early,,,,and getting,,,, embarrassed about it,,,,,
short drabble; not proofread or beta read. this is a yummy request i looove hearing y'all's ideas for cooper
“it’s not a big deal,” you said softly, eyes trained on the ceiling fan above you. cooper scoffed from your left, running a hand over his face.
“apparently not,” he replied weakly. “it’s still embarrassing, though.”
a small smile crossed your face as you replayed the last few minutes in your head. he made you cum with his mouth before he even took off his pants, as if he knew it was going to end disastrously. “it shouldn’t be. it’s kind of hot, actually.”
that made him turn to face you finally. “how is me lasting not even three minutes hot?” he asked, his cheeks still pink from the sting of humiliation.
with a chuckle, you rolled to your side to stare at him. “it’s the fact that i felt so good to you that you literally couldn’t control yourself,” you admitted, cupping his cheek in one hand. the noise he let out when he spilled inside you rang out in your mind— a primal, desperate, almost animalistic whimper as he whined, ”i’m so sorry!” over and over.
cooper frowned and looked away for a moment before pulling you closer and burying his face in your neck. “i don’t get it, but if it works for you, i guess that’s good,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. “i just— you were so tight and wet and soft, i— it’s so embarrassing.” you could feel the heat radiating off him as his face burned.
“cooper, it’s not a big deal,” you said again. “you made me cum, it’s not like i’m not satisfied. it’s just cute.”
he groaned at being called ‘cute’ for something so humiliating and pulled back, tugging a pillow over his face and hiding from you.
“c’mon, we can work on it if it really bugs you that much,” you laughed softly. “train you to hold it until i say you can cum. but i promise you i’m happy with things. with you.”
the idea of being trained by you like some kind of dog had cooper’s dick hardening all over again. a weak whine spilled from him as he removed the pillow and crawled on top of you, draping his weight over you and pawing at your tits. “as long as you’re happy,” he sighed, kissing your collarbone.
“i’m very happy,” you promised. kissing the top of his head and raking your fingers through his hair, you hummed softly to yourself. “…do you wanna go again?” you asked with a sly smile.
he peeked up at you with an eager expression. “should we shoot for five minutes this time?”
you grinned down at him. part of you hoped he wouldn’t last that long just so you could hear his whimpers and babbled apologies again, but the other half truly wanted to help him get better at this. “i’ll let you take videos of your cum dripping out of me if you last that long,” you bargained.
the second the words left your lips, he was kissing you again, grinding his hips against you and letting you feel how hard he was for the second time that night.
I have the best friend ever and I get the absolute pleasure of finally meeting her next month!! I am SOSOSOSOSO excited!! @squinch-depraved get ready to deal with my babbling about our babies lmaooo
would u ever release any boofdelivery fics? i know its been a while since the band fics !!! just a request :)) i love ur blog so so dearly
yeah i have some ideas for logan but here's some (nsfw) hcs for now
cw: fem reader
you expected to have to teach him how to eat you out but he's actually surprisingly good at it. like he gets really excited and he's really sloppy with it, he's so loud as he just slurps and laps up every last drop of your slick. sometimes you think it's more for him than it is for you
this man WHIMPERS like so so loud he sounds pathetic
loooves praising you. constantly calling you pretty or beautiful or when he's really stoned, a goddess
i feel like he really loves watching you ride him. just staring up at you while you bounce on his cock
LOVES sending and receiving nudes istg at least once a day if you're not with him
usually p subby if not a soft dom but can def go feral i think
he also has a thing for sharing smoke with you in my mind
likes listening to you talk about your day while you ride him
he likes when you play with his hair for sure, feeling your nails against his scalp is sooo soothing
THE Cscoop fic maker is back, everyone celebrate Now!!!! - 🐕
i am indeed back (for now at least) here is a piece i wrote bc i miss my husband long distance relationships suck anyway i have had such bad baby fever lately and i don't think i've ever written breeding kink and/or trying for a baby for cooper so i decided to try it (wrote this while high and it's just a drabble i haven't really written (fics) in a while i'm sorry if it's ass)
cw: breeding kink, creampie, unprotected p in v, scent/sweat kink
cooper didn’t stand a chance, coming home from the skate park all sweaty like that. you were on him the second he walked past you in the kitchen as you stood over the stove, cooking dinner. he leaned over to kiss your neck from behind, mumbling an apology for not hugging you because he was going to get a shower in, and the instant his scent hit you, you were turned around facing him and shoving him up against the fridge. five years together and he still left you breathless every time your lips met— this time was no different. his eyes widened in surprise as you tugged him down by his hair to kiss you, and they fluttered closed as you swirled your tongue with his.
“i’m ovulating,” you mumbled, nipping his lower lip as you pulled back to kiss down his jaw and landed on his neck.
the two of you had talked about kids for a while now, but it started becoming more real sometime in the last few months. it was never as real as it felt right now, though; a shocked expression decorated his face as he processed just how feral you looked. for him. you looked that way because of him. you wanted his kid, wanted to make him a dad. the thought of it was both terrifying and exhilarating, and he glanced at the timer next to the stove to see if he had enough time to take a shower before the two of you ate.
“let me just go rinse off and then we can—” he tried, but it was no use. you looked offended at the very thought.
“you’re not fucking rinsing off, i want you like this,” you insisted, lifting his arm slightly and moaning as you inhaled deeply. “all sweaty and dirty and—”
“you’re fucking gross,” he muttered, lowering his arm and tilting your chin up so you were facing him. that made you pout, and cooper chuckled at the crease that formed between your eyebrows, just like always. “i’ll never understand why you like me like this, i feel disgusting.”
“because you’re good for me,” you said simply, leaning in to kiss him again. no matter how many times you explained the science of it, he never quite grasped the concept of you actually enjoying how he smelled when he was sweaty like this. your hands flew down to fumble with his pants, and he whined softly. “just fuck a baby into me already, cooper. i need it.”
his cheeks flushed and he looked away, somehow still embarrassed every time you talked like this. “we’ve only got twelve minutes until the pasta’s ready,” he mumbled, nodding towards the timer. you stared up at him blankly.
“do you think that’s going to stop me?” you asked in a flat voice. “i don’t need to cum. you do. you can get me back later tonight, c’mon.” you slipped off your shorts and kissed him again, sucking on his tongue and moaning into his mouth. with a needy whimper, you pawed at his pants until he sighed and let them fall to the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. he was already hard; he always was when you looked at him like you were in that moment. carefully, he turned you around and bent you over the counter, freeing his cock from his underwear before tugging your panties to the side.
“jesus,” cooper mumbled, rubbing his fingers together to admire the slick that he’d inadvertently collected. “i don’t even need to warm you up, do i?” he teased softly, gently easing his tip inside your dripping hole.
a sharp hiss of pleasure was your only response. arching your back slightly to force him deeper, you gripped the counter tightly and let your head hang low. “needed you so bad all day, i was going crazy just sitting here doing chores when you should’ve been here fucking load after load inside me,” you groaned as he bottomed out, wiggling your hips to entice him to grope your ass. he took the bait— he always did, spanking you lightly before sliding his hands up to grip your hips.
“you’re sure you want this?” he asked in a strained voice, like he was holding himself back. “my kid, i mean?”
all you could do was nod, and then he started rolling his hips against you, his cock hitting just the right spot deep inside you. a strangled moan left your lips, and he chuckled breathlessly. the sounds you two made whenever you connected were obscene, lewd and wet and echoing around the kitchen as his hips plapped against the globes of your ass.
“need you to breed me, coop, c’mon,” you begged desperately, earning a low, broken whine from him. “pump me so full of your cum and then you can watch me grow and get so big, so round with your baby, please, cooper,” you continued to babble, knowing what it did to him when you talked like that.
his movements sped up immediately, and his grip on your hips became almost bruising. “i love you,” he grunted out, smacking your ass again and groaning at the sight of it recoiling.
“i love you too, so much, please, just— i need your baby, i need it,” you rambled mindlessly, arching even further so he could fuck you impossibly deeper.
“i know,” he whimpered, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades. “i need it too, i— i need to see you so big and i need to drink milk from you and i need to see how beautiful you look once you’re holding them.” he sounded more desperate than he ever had, and it drove you crazy. he sounded like he would just fall apart if he didn’t knock you up soon, and you thought about the version of him you met five years ago, the one that wasn’t even sure if he wanted kids. you did that to him.
growing impatient, you whined and fucked yourself back on his cock. “i’m gonna walk around the house wearing just your t-shirts to cover my belly when i get bigger,” you breathed, knowing just what to say to get him going.
“fuck!” he hissed, slamming into you as hard and fast as he could. he chanted i love you, i love you, i love you as he pistoned into you at a brutal pace until he was unraveling, biting down on your shoulder. frantic, breathless groans spilled from him as he spilled everything he had inside you, thick, hot spurts of his cum landing deep in your cunt. breathing hard, he released your shoulder and draped himself over you, glancing at the timer. “five minutes til it’s ready. ‘m keeping you plugged up until then,” he said lazily, kissing the top of your head.
“…can we go again after dinner?” you asked hopefully, addicted to him. cooper just chuckled and kissed you again.
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Husband Yumi mentioned type shiiit 😳 lwk need him SO bad. can you do nsfw hcs or maybe an nsfw alphabet? barely ANYONE writes for tgc/yumi anymore and I js need him bro.
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hi this is a bit of a random one for me to come back with but i had fun doing this one and that's the whole reason i do this
i've been watching a lot of tgc lately and i miss when he was part of it sighhh anyway here's yumi nsfw alphabet i hope i did him justice
A (aftercare- what they're like after sex): ok hear me out: yumi is so fucking lazy after sex BUT he knows that. so he prepares. somehow always manages to grab a water bottle beforehand for you and will shower with you after you both take a nap
B (body part- their favorite on themself and their partner): i think he likes his hands. likes the way his fingers look curling inside you at just the right spot. and on you he likes your thighs (thighjob lover yumi...)
C (cum- anything to do with cum): prefers cumming on your face to down your throat. seeing how you look covered in it just does something to him
D (dirty secret of theirs): he's ashamed of it but that man LOVES to be dommed sometimes idc
E (experience- how experienced are they): decently experienced but not impressively so i fear
F (favorite position): doggyyy
G (goofy- are they serious? humorous? etc.): depends on his mood lazy sex is absolutely full of jokes but if he's really going at it it's filthy talk all the way
H (hair- how well groomed/does the carpet match the drapes?): be so fr he does not do anything
I (intimacy- how romantic are they?): surprisingly romantic every now and then but he gives middle school boyfriend vibes about it in my mind
J (jorkin' it- how often?): at LEAST once a day
K (kink/s?): i feel like he would be pretty vanilla tbh
L (location- favorite place/s to have sex): his bed or bent over his desk
M (motivation- what gets them going): i think seeing you in the kitchen does it for him. he loooves home cooked meals and anytime you make him anything even a snack, he's hard
N (no- turn offs, dealbreakers): anything public, sharing you, hickeys (idk just feels right)
O (oral- prefers giving, receiving? skill level?): receiving. he's kinda clumsy i think
P (pace- fast & rough? slow & loving?): again, depends on his mood
Q (quickies- their opinion on them): enjoys them quite a bit randomly around the house
R (risk- are they down to experiment?): i can't see him being super adventurous tbh
S (stamina- how many rounds? how long do they last?): one but like he will not stop until he makes you cum
T (toys- do they own toys?): he's def got a fleshlight but that's it
U (unfair- do they like to tease?): he is EVIL sometimes with how bad he teases
V (volume- how loud they are): this man whimpers idc
W (wild card): realllly enjoys sleepy sex where you're both half awake and he's just rutting into you pawing at you as you groan sleepily
X (x-ray- under their clothes): i'm actually not gonna lie i hate this question bc i feel weird writing about someone's dick (i know, strange that that's where i draw the line) but i'll say instead that his tummy is so soft and he's soooo nice to cuddle with after sex and honestly just in general
Y (yearning- how high is their sex drive?): not the highest but certainly not low either
Z (zzz- how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?): he zonks pretty quickly after for sure
i've actually started writing again recently but for a while i was just kind of out living life. i still have plans for cooper fics and a few group chat fics but my husband also recently got me into dungeon crawler carl and i fear i need him too. i think i got in my head about my own writing and lost passion for it for a while but i'm slowly coming back to it thank you to those who have been reading and asking while i've been away it really means a lot
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hopping online to say i'm genuinely pissed about this ocarina of time remake all i want is a twilight princess port for the switch 2 the soundtrack isn't even on the nintendo music app yet it's the only 3d zelda that isn't and they go and give us that fucking skyrim lookin ass art style that would've been incredible for a twilight princess remaster i get it oot is THE zelda game for a lot of people and the fan project for tp on the pc is up and running now iirc but goddamnit. i don't even know what i expected like it's nintendo they hate their fans of course they're going to do this but the more i think about that ugly fucking image of young link they showed the angrier i get. don't they have a gamecube emulator on the switch 2? can't you play wind waker? why the fuck can't i play my wolf game why do they hate tp fans i hate that stupid fucking company (i say as i beg my husband to buy me a switch 2 so i can play the new remake because im nothing if not dedicated to this franchise)
