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Tags(?): Daddy kink, oral sex - fingering - plain ol’ fuckin (all f! receiving), discussions of pregnancy, breeding kink, very very very big overuse of petnames, dom/sub-ish, dom!checo

A/N: sooooo…. this went way off the rails for how it was originally planned.. oops! I went about a month between writing this, so just deal with me please, lol. Very very self indulgent so 🤷‍♀️ If you like it, please tell me!!

A warm summer breeze wafts through the windows, the mid-day sun shining onto her hair, sitting on her knees in front of Sergio’s lap. Her head lies on his inner thigh as he sits on the couch before her, resting comfortably together. The soft waves of her hair draped over his leg.

The older man strokes her hair gently, twirling it around his fingers, feeling the silkiness. She looked so beautiful in front of him, almost… angelic. She looked angelic.The way her light, flowy nightgown billowed around her body, the way her legs were folded gently under her, how beautiful her eyelashes were as her eyelids fluttered open. It was all just too perfect.

As she woke from a light nap, Sergio’s hand moved from her hair to her cheek, delicately caressing the soft skin.

“Have a good nap, sweet girl?” His voice is rough, still only a few minutes awake from his own slumber.

“Mhmmm” She groans, looking up, observing his features with bleary, sleepy eyes. “Maybe I can sleep just a little longer-”

“No, amor, you won’t be able to sleep tonight if you go back to bed,”

She just sighs, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, soothing herself. The strap of her nightgown slips down her shoulder, revealing the soft skin underneath. The sight endears Sergio, and he nudges the strap back up.

“Though, I know you’ve been struggling lately, you do deserve the rest,” He pauses. “You deserve the world, and I’d give it to you if you’d just ask,” The sigh that escapes his lips sounds worried, yet loving. “I wish you would just ask for something, anything.”

She has been struggling lately with her mental health, slipping into emotional breakdowns every now and then. It hurts Sergio to see the one he loves most struggle like this, and he wishes she would just ask for any sort of help or comfort, other than just letting herself wallow.

“I’m okay,”

Sergio looks at her skeptically as her meek voice echoes through the room, not believing a word she says. “I love you so much, and you just need to accept my help. Please.”

She looks up at him, observing the freckles adorning the older man’s face, his warm, gentle eyes, the slight tint of color on his lips, and a tear trickles down her cheek. Even as her eyes close, the tears fight their way through, her nose scrunching up as she attempts to hold it all back.

“Oh, cariño…” His voice trails off, thinking of what to say. “What has you so upset?”

“I-” She pauses, letting out a small whimper, “I dunno, jus’ love you so much,”

He tilts his head, brows furrowed, utterly confused. “Why would that upset you, sweet girl?” The question comes out soft, demonstrating his concern.

A few sniffles and hiccups escape her before she finally speaks, “I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. It- it’s like there’s so much love in my heart for you that it could just explode at any second, and it hurts so bad.”

Sergio holds his breath, unsure of what to say. Maybe it was a symptom of her current mental state? Maybe she had just become codependent the more time they spent together? He wishes he had the answers, he really did, but all he can muster up is a deep, primal need to take care of his girl. The thumb of the older man brushes against her cheek, wiping away the tears from her flushed face. “Why don’t you come up here on the couch and cuddle with me, okay?” He moves his hands under her arms to try and pick her up, but she resists.

“No!” Her yelp is loud and sudden, shocking Sergio, eyes widening.

“No?”

“No, I want to be on the floor.”

“But my love, the couch is comfortable-”

“No.”

Sergio sighs, accepting defeat this one time, going back to stroking her cheek with his thumb, her head lying in his lap. As her eyes close, he can feel the warm breath against his groin, and it takes everything he has to act as usual. The strokes on her cheek and pets on her hair continue, like nothing is out of the ordinary. She scoots a little closer, not intentionally, just for comfort, but the twitch of his cock through his pants does not go unnoticed. Those sweet, sparkling, yet sad eyes look up at him, and it’s all he can do to not pounce on her in that moment.

She moves even closer, nose pressed between the bulge in his jeans and his thigh. Sergio feels small, wet movements against the junction, her tongue lapping at the fabric.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to do that right now,” He coos, trying to nudge her away, not wanting her to feel pressured just because he can’t control his own body.

She just fights back against his nudge, her licks on his pants becoming lewder by the second, and Sergio is groaning in a weak attempt to control himself.

“Amor, no.” He insists again, his voice firmer this time. He nudges her face away yet again, hoping she’ll get the message this time, but that doesn’t happen. She just moves back between his legs, not moving her lips this time, her nose pressed to the fabric.

Sergio can’t help but roll his eyes, finally picking her up from under her armpits, no matter how hard she attempts to stay on the floor. He gently places her facing up on the couch, pulling her legs over his lap and resting a gentle palm against the smooth surface of her stomach. “Stay here, cosita”

The soft fabric of her nightgown rides up, revealing the frilly panties underneath. The sunlight shines down on her once more, making her look like the most gorgeous thing in the world. Sergio leans down and presses a soft kiss against her navel, hand travelling up her belly.

“Checo…” She murmurs, meeting his gaze, knowing he won’t give up on forcing her to allow herself to be pampered.

“You’re so beautiful, princesa.”

She feels his lips move down her skin to the edge of those frilly panties, making her breath hitch. “Che-”

He cuts her off, “Maybe you want to call me Daddy right now, no?”

God, the way she looks at him with her lips slightly parted and eyes now wide in surprise, he just wants to-

“D-daddy?” She asks cautiously, testing the waters.

“Yes, is that alright, cosita?” His hand inches up further, finding it’s resting place between the swell of her breasts, feeling the goosebumps along the warm skin.

He smiles as she nods quickly, noticing the way her pupils dilate. He prepares to say something, but decides to leave it, opting instead to move his hand back down her stomach, tugging at the waistband of those tempting panties. He waits for a sign of her approval and continues when he gets it, sliding the lacey fabric down her legs.

His eyes glance over her skin, running the back of his knuckles over her thigh. “So beautiful, my love. And all mine, always mine.” He continues to gently tease the skin of her thigh, slowly inching closer and closer to where she needs him most. Her eyes watch him with anticipation, her arousal palpable, and so she squeezes her thighs tight in embarrassment.

“No, no, silly girl,” he teases, nudging her legs apart, “No need to hide from me.”

She whines again, trying to close her legs.

He keeps them open, holding her down with a strong, yet gentle grip. “C’mon, be a good girl, keep them open.”

His mouth ghosts along her thigh and finds it’s way to her core, licking a teasing stripe through her slick folds. The reaction he elicits from her makes the older man smirk, wrapping his lips around her clit, sucking gently.

“Oh! Oh, Daddy, ah-” She gasps, her back arching, scrambling to grab onto something. Her nails find his shoulders and he winces, his stubble scratching against her inner thigh as he groans.

“Careful on my shoulders, bebé.”

She whimpers, “Ah- mmph- ‘m sorry Daddy” as her hips buck up toward his lips. An obscene moan escapes her lips as Sergio’s mouth focuses on her clit, and sneakily slips a finger in her dripping cunt, curling as he slowly pumps in and out.

It quickly becomes too much for her, head spinning with submission, reduced to a whining, squirmy mess, rapidly approaching her release.

Sergio senses her oncoming orgasm and suddenly pulls himself away from her, smirking as she whimpers.

“Daddy, please…” Her voice is soft and mushy, any defiance slowly slipping away.

“Don’t worry, cosita,” He hums, grabbing her waist as he sits back on the couch, pulling her closer, “Doesn’t my sweet girl want something better? Hm?”

His teases just make her squirm, looking up at him with a needy expression, hair splayed across the couch. Her eyes travel down as Sergio begins to tug at his sweatpants, revealing his hardness in all it’s glory.

“No underwear?” She asks softly, heart speeding up by the second, studying every vein and detail on his erection.

“No, amor.”

“Condom?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Ran out.” He studies her face, looking for a reaction.

“I’m not on birth control, you know that.”

“You’d look cute with a baby bump.” He shrugs nonchalantly, as if they were just talking about the weather. Suddenly her skin is flushed red, hands covering her face, and she whines.

“Checo I- I don’t know-”

“Oh come on, cosita, I’m sure you won’t actually get pregnant,” He reaches down, leaving a kiss right below her navel. “But, I wouldn’t mind if you did. You’d look so beautiful pregnant.” His hand runs up and down her belly. She squirms. The air feels hot between them.

“Chec-“

He lightly pinches her side, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

A whimper escapes her lips.

“Sorry, Daddy,”

“It’s alright, amor. Do you want me to keep going?”

She bites her lip, debating for a second, but then nods in approval, looking him up and down with flitting eyes.

Sergio reaches his hand up to her cheek, stroking her gently, like she could break at any second. His voice is suddenly a low, teasing whisper as he speaks to her, “Although I’ve gone through your journal, mi amor, I know you’ve dreamt of getting pregnant by me. You’d like that, hm? Barefoot and pregnant and all for me.”

Her breath hitches, pupils dilated beyond what is probably normal, and all the older man just smirks. He speaks again, his tone just as teasing,

“Maybe keeping you all pretty and swollen would lift your spirits, hm? You know I’d take such good care of you.”

“You already take good care of me” She smiles meekly, face flushing again as her eyes flit back down to his bare body.

“Mmm, don’t you forget it, sweet girl.” He debates for a second, humming before he ever so gently swipes his thumb up her slit, eliciting a gasp from those plush lips. His hand roams down the expanse of his stomach before taking the base of his cock in his hand, guiding it between her folds, the tip nudging her already swollen clit.

“Daddy, please,”

“Please what? Be a good girl for me, use your manners.”

“Please, ah-” Her voice stutters, his length sliding up and down her sensitive skin in an attempt to fluster the beautiful girl in front of him.

“Words, princesa, I need words.”

“Please, mmh, fuck me, please, Daddy”

Those words are like music to his ears, and a soft groan rumbles through his throat. “Anything for you. Anything.”

Before she can even react, he’s already slipped the tip in, inching slowly further, allowing her time to adjust. The stretch stings, just a little, but as he bottoms out, she’s already panting for more.

The pace starts slow, just getting her all worked up and needy. His hands slide up to her waist, tilting her hips to give just that perfect angle, before his hips quickly snap against her own. She gasps, fingers clawing to try and dig into anything they can, finding his forearm and the side of the couch, back arching just beautifully for him.

He swiftly redirects her hand to her stomach, pressing her hand down on the bulge appearing each time he thrusts, “You feel that, hm? Feel how full I make you- how I’m the only one who can fill you like this?”

She only whines, brain turned to fuzz, getting closer and closer by the second.

“Daddy, gonna cum, wanna be a good girl,” Slips from her lips, soft gasps coming from her mouth with every meeting of their bodies.

“Go ahead, cosita, you’ve been such a good girl for Daddy,” And with that, his movements grow faster, his release starting to build in his own gut, and the tightening of her walls around him as she reaches that peak tips him over the edge. He’s soon spilling into her womb, panting, holding himself above her. She whines as he pulls out and his hands find her waist, gently massaging the skin beneath his thumbs.

Warning: petplay (again), degrading

A/N: READ THIS PLEASE!!! For freaky reasons, we’re gonna pretend that Max joined the grid when he was 18. kay? kay!

also this one isn’t the best so please don’t be mean I’m trying to figure out not putting their names in there all the time 💖

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God, from the moment Checo hit puberty, he knew he was different from the other kids his age. He lived the type of stereotypical teenage years that you see in those corny short films about coming to accept your homosexuality. It was so textbook it was almost comical. It started out when all of his friends around him in middle school would talk about porn they totally watched, although everyone knew that they were too wuss to actually have that on their search history. Except young Checo, of course. He had thought that his friends truly were searching this up, so he took to his family computer when he thought no one was home, and tried watching. For some God forbidden reason, he caught himself paying attention to the man, and told no one. Young Checo would play along when his friends asked him about it at school, but it became a routine, every time no one was at home, he’d hop back on the family computer, and it’s like he was hypnotized. He would watch almost anything, but he definitely had a preference for blondes, and it was obvious. One day, the poor guy was doing his usual thing, but an idea popped up in his head. He suddenly typed in the search bar of the website ‘gay’. That was practically the beginning of the end. From that point forward, that search was Checo’s new routine.

On a rainy day during some school holiday, Checo is back to his usual routine, until suddenly he hears a voice behind him,

“Chequito, what are you doing?”

At that, the boy physically cringes, hearing his mother’s voice. Checo desperately tried to explain himself, telling her it was a mistake, that it just popped up on his screen, etc. She knew, of course. She had known since he was little. His poor, poor mamá had just witnessed her son watching gay porn, but she was calm about it. She told him that she knew, that they all knew his little secret, but they all still loved him nonetheless.

As Checo grew older, advanced in school and in racing, he found himself seeking out different preferences, fetishes, and kinks. Slowly over time he had managed to collect a plethora of sex toys, and by God was he insatiable. His hormones were so out of control by age 20 that almost 3-4 hours every day without fail, he was in bed, getting off on his various gizmos and gadgets. He had never had a boyfriend, he wanted one, but he was terrified that no one would share his preferences, at least no one worth a damn.

After so long of his constant hormone fueled trials and test runs, he had found himself favoring pet play the most. He would put on his little puppy ears and butt-plug tail, among a collar and other various items, and would have the best orgasms of his life. Without fail, these things would always manage to get him to cum loads. It’d get all over his belly, sheets, headboard, you name it, he probably came on it. Worst of all, the young man was a pillow humper. He could stay up hours and hours, nights before races, just so he could get that sweet, sweet orgasm from his pillow. Checo couldn’t help it that he’d pant like a puppy or yip and bark while doing so, it just came naturally to him. He expected this behavior to stop whenever he got older, but it just got more and more intense. He had always eyed the cute blondies on the grid when he got into F1, so when a cute, young, aggressive blond guy had joined when Checo was 26, he couldn’t resist taking in some of the eye candy.

Checo had soon learned that his name was Max, and he was a little terrorist on the track. The older man was always flicking his eyes over to Max, trying to get a glimpse when he could, but what he didn’t know was that Max saw everything. Max saw every little glance, every time Checo’s tongue darted out, and every single lip bite. Naturally, whenever Max had his chance, he grabbed Checo by the collar of his race suit and dragged him into his trailer, nearly a year after he had joined Formula 1.

“Are you gonna just keep standing there and acting like I’m never going to notice your stares, or are you going to do something about it, mutt?” Max growls, his adrenaline still fired up after the race.

Checo’s eyes widen as Max calls him ‘mutt’. He knew. Of course Max knew. Checo had seen the articles, heard the gossip. Max always got his way, whether others liked it or not. As Checo stands there speechless, Max rolls his eyes and yanks him forward, taking the older man’s lips into a hot kiss, his tongue forcing past the seal of Checo’s mouth.

And that’s how their relationship began, Max would take what he wanted from Checo, and Checo loved it. It wasn’t until one night when they had gone over to Checo’s place, and Max decided to have some fun with his toys. From that night on, their whole dynamic changed.

“Max, are you sure you know how to tie those knots?” Checo asks, whimpering as he feels the ropes get tighter, the younger man having hog-tied him as he lays on the bed.

“I’m sure, you silly pup”. Max finishes tying up the older man and takes a look at his handiwork. “God, you look beautiful” he practically moans. Checo is littered in hickeys, his head adorned with floppy puppy-dog ears, and a tail-plug slipped into his ass.

He whines, his face flushed and cock throbbing, feeling the pre-cum emerging out of the tip. His muscles ache as they’re held back by rope, but it’s a sweet ache, the kind you search out. Suddenly the tail plug is pulled out of his plump ass with a small “pop!”, and Max is in his ear, whispering to him. “Do you want me to breed you, puppy?”

Checo shudders and moans, nodding eagerly, needing some sort of release. Max chuckles and quickly slips a dog toy in the submissive man’s mouth. “Here, pup, you’re gonna need it.”

Without warning, but thankfully with lube, Max is grabbing onto the older man’s hips and fucking him forcefully. Checo’s eyes widen but quickly he relaxes and his pupils dilate, letting out soft, “uh- uh- uh-”s around his dog toy with each thrust.

Checo is quick to climax, no hands needed, Max’s thick cock penetrating him deep every. single. time. Max however, takes a little longer before filling Checo’s cute, tight ass with thick, heavy loads of cum, leaving the Mexican’s mind to swirl with satisfaction for being bred.

Warning?: petplay, I think that’s mostly it, they get it on

A/N: Very short and kinda rushed, I wrote this in about an hour, but I hope you enjoy!!

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Checo yawns and stretches as he sits at the table across from Max, who is eating his cereal peacefully while scrolling on his phone. The warm sunlight of a late summer morning dances over them and the table through the windows, illuminating Max’s pale skin. Checo tilts his head, observing the man across from him before speaking,

“You look beautiful this morning, leoncito.”

Max looks up from his phone at the older man, a goofy, groggy smile spreading across his face, “You don’t look too bad either” he snickers mischievously.

The older man rolls his eyes and sighs, his eyes still roaming over Max’s features. He admires the mole adorning the younger man’s lip, the blue hue of his eyes, and the red tint splattered on his cheeks, because Lord knows the boy won’t wear sunscreen. “God forbid I compliment you… Just for that, we get to clean the house today.”

The loud, dramatic groan that escapes Max’s lips is almost comical, acting like he’s being subjected to torture. “Are you serious?” the younger man asks incredulously, in total disbelief.

“So dramatic, of course I’m serious. You can clean down here and I’ll clean upstairs, deal?”

Max huffs and rolls his eyes, standing up from his chair and treading over to the sink to clear his bowl out. “I’m taking that as a yes,” Checo murmurs, standing up and giving Max’s ass a small squeeze before heading upstairs to start straightening up.

After roughly an hour of cleaning, Checo is clearing out their nightstands on each side of the bed, when he opens Max’s bottom drawer. His eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the items laying in the drawer, not expecting this from his boyfriend. He grabs the items and walks over to the top of the stairs, “Maxy! Where are you at?” he calls out, trotting down the stairs in search of the younger man.

Max perks up, hearing Checo’s voice calling for him. “Cleaning the office!” he calls back, dusting the shelves of their shared home office. The younger man’s eyes widen as he sees Checo walk over and what items are in his hand.

“Care to explain?” says the older man, his eyebrow cocked, giving his boyfriend a questioning look. In his hand are a few items, cat ears, a jingly collar, paw socks, and last but certainly not least, a tail plug. Max’s face instantly lights up like a Christmas light, a red hue painting his skin. “Are you hiding something from me, leoncito?”

“Well uhm- uh- it’s hard to explain”

“Are you into petplay, gatito?” The words escape Checo’s lips like they’re nothing, the affectionate nickname lighting up Max’s face even brighter. “You want to be my little kitty?”

Max can’t help but bite his lip, letting out a small whimper before nodding, his head hanging shamefully. Checo sees the look on his boyfriend’s face and frowns, stepping closer to him. He tilts Max’s chin up with a curled finger, forcing him to make eye contact.

“Don’t be ashamed leoncito, you can’t help what you like” he murmurs, his breath hitting Max’s lips. “It doesn’t hurt that I think it’s really hot, either”

Max’s eyes go wide and he looks down at the older man, his lips parting slightly. “You think so?”. He steps closer to Checo, looking vulnerable and needy. What kind of man would Checo be to deny his needy, hot boyfriend?

Soon enough, Max is on his knees in front of Checo, sporting the kitty ears, paw socks, a collar, and that sinful tail plug. Nothing else. The older man brushes his hand through Max’s hair, admiring the beauty of his boyfriend like this. “Why don’t you go ahead and hop up on the bed, leoncito, on your back”

Max, of course, follows the orders obediently, exposing his gorgeous pale skin as he lays on his back. Checo takes in the sight before running his hand over the younger man’s stomach, admiring every little feature. “You’re like an angel sent down from God himself, just for me.”

The younger man can feel his cock twitch as the words fall from Checo’s lips, and it sure as hell doesn’t go unnoticed. “Excited for me, I see, hm?” Checo teases. He starts to lightly brush the back of his knuckles over Max’s throbbing hard-on, teasing him ever so slightly. “Can you meow for me, gatito?”

Max’s eyes widen as he hears the question. “Meow?”

“Yes, I want you to meow for me.”

Max gulps nervously, but nonetheless, he relents. A small, scarily realistic “mrrrow” escapes his lips. Checo moans, tilting his head back as he hears the nose. “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you, gatito?”

Before the younger man can even think to respond, his cock is already in Checo’s hand, being slowly stroked. He lets out a soft gasp, his hands grabbing onto the sheets. The pleasure of the stimulation after being teased is almost overwhelming, his brain going foggy. As Checo continuously moves his hand against Max’s cock, the older man can feel his own arousal growing.

“O-oh god, Checo, feels so good” Max blabbers, his words becoming mumbled and mixed up, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Checo can feel his boyfriend’s upcoming release, and moves his hand faster.

“C’mon leoncito, come for me, give me those sweet noises you know I love”

The words alone are too much for Max’s foggy and and he can feel his warm release running down his cock and Checo’s hand, meowing and purring as he comes down from the high. “Such a good kitty” The older man murmurs, toying with the tail on the plug.

He can feel his own arousal growing as he observes Max. “Come here, kitty, on your knees for me, beautiful”

Max immediately obeys, crawling off the bed and onto his knees in front of Checo. The older man unties his sweatpants and lets them drop, before shimmying his boxer briefs off as well. The expression on Max’s face makes him smirk, feeling his ego inflate.