neighbor!dilf grayson who helped you to build a wardrobe once and now he can't stop thinking about you. (+18) ˚.✦
neighbor!dilf grayson who saw you move in to the apartment in front of him and how you were struggling to carry an ikea box. he offered to help you without any doubts.
neighbor!dilf grayson who when he took a good look at you was completely dumbfounded by how pretty you look. gorgeous eyelashes, beautiful curls and lovely voice. you were also very polite and nice, offering him a beer after you two ended building the wardrobe. he accepted, of course, and asked you about your life and interest like a real gentleman.
neighbor!dilf grayson who that night jerked himself off to the thought of you.
neighbor!dilf grayson who starts timing his morning runs to match the exact minute you leave for work, just so he can accidentally hold the lobby door for you and watch the way your skirt brushes your thighs when you jog to catch the elevator.
neighbor!dilf grayson who hears you humming through the thin walls at night and presses his ear to the drywall like a creep, hand already down his sweatpants, imagining it’s your mouth around him making those sounds.
neighbor!dilf grayson who borrows your mail by mistake (totally on purpose) just so he has an excuse to knock on your door at 10 p.m. in nothing but low-slung sweats and a smile. He hands over the envelope, fingers brushing yours, and watches your pupils blow wide.
neighbor!dilf grayson who starts calling you sweetheart in a low, rough voice that makes your knees buckle. First time was accidental (he was half-asleep, handing you a package). Now he says it every chance he gets, watching you bite your lip and try not to melt.
neighbor!dilf grayson who hears you drop something heavy in your apartment at 2 a.m. and is at your door in thirty seconds, hair tousled, voice gravelly with sleep: “You okay in there, baby?” You open the door in an oversized t-shirt and nothing else, and he has to grip the doorframe to keep from pinning you to the wall right then.
neighbor!dilf grayson who finally snaps the night you knock on his door at midnight, eyes red from crying over some asshole who ghosted you. He pulls you inside without a word, sits you on his counter, and kisses you slow and deep until you’re gasping his name into his mouth.
neighbor!dilf grayson who doesn’t let you speak for the first ten minutes. Just kisses you like he’s starving (slow, filthy, tongue stroking yours until your hands fist in his shirt and you’re trying to climb him right there on the counter). He tastes like whiskey and the mint gum he chews when he’s thinking about you too hard.
neighbor!dilf grayson who lifts you off the counter like you weigh nothing, hands under your thighs, and carries you to the kitchen island. Sets you down, spreads your legs wide and drops to his knees without a word. Rips your panties off with his teeth. The first swipe of his tongue is so gentle you sob, the second is so rough you see stars.
neighbor!dilf grayson who eats you out like it’s his last meal on earth (slow licks, then fast flicks, then sucking your clit until your thighs clamp around his head and you’re grinding against his face). He growls “come on my tongue, baby” and you do, back arching off the marble.
neighbor!dilf grayson who stands up, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and kisses you so you taste yourself on him. Then spins you around, bends you over the island and fucks you from behind with one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. He leans over you, mouth at your ear: “This what you needed, sweetheart? Someone who knows how to take care of you?”
neighbor!dilf grayson who pulls out just to flip you onto your back on the couch, hooks your knees over his shoulders and slides back in so deep you feel him in your throat. He fucks you slow now, eyes locked on yours, watching every expression like he’s memorizing it. When you come again he swallows your moans with a kiss and keeps going until you’re begging.
neighbor!dilf grayson who carries you to the shower, pins you to the tile, and fucks you standing up (water pounding down your back, his hand between your legs rubbing tight circles until you’re coming again, legs shaking so hard he has to hold you up). He comes inside you with a low groan after he practically beg you to let him stay inside.
neighbor!dilf grayson who wraps you in his robe after, carries you to his bed to cuddle. He lasts five minutes before he's fucking you lazily on your side. One arm under your neck and his cock dragging in and out like he's savoring every second.
neighbor!dilf grayson who kisses your shoulder, your neck, your tears, and tells you “no one’s ever gonna hurt you again” right as you come one last time, clenching around him so hard he follows you over.
neighbor!dilf grayson who, when you’re both wrecked and trembling, pulls you into his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back, and murmurs, “Stay the night, yeah?”
How could you say no to him?
a/n: this has been sitting on my drafts for too long, i've changed the concept like four different times but i'm happy how this FINALLY turned out
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♯┆ [dilf!dick grayson x pregnant wife!reader] INCLUDES.ᐟ
⤿ DICK GRAYSON was a man who aged like fine wine, and you certainly weren't complaining. You two had been married for a while now, but he never got tired of waking up to your beautiful self every day.
!! fluff. domestic. fem reader. established relationship. entirely based off of that comic panel. dilf grayson is so special to me. sexual innuendos. you two have two kids together. no real warnings. ENJOY.
The house was loud in the way only a home full of small children could be. Crayons rolled off the coffee table, a blanket fort sagged dramatically between two chairs, and someone had left a trail of goldfish crackers leading from the kitchen to the hallway like a breadcrumb map to chaos.
You stepped over them carefully, one hand resting on the curve of your belly, the other holding a half full sippy cup you’d rescued from the stairs.
In the living room, Dick was on the floor, cross legged, with your youngest perched on his shoulders and your oldest dramatically narrating a story about space pirates and magical ducks with flailing hands. He looked up when he heard you step into the room, and the grin that spread across his face was instant, soft, familiar, and so full of love it made your chest ache.
“Hey, babe,” he greeted, voice warm and a little breathless. “We’re deep in negotiations with the pirate queen. It’s tense. She's telling me I need to give her all my ducks or I'll have to walk the plank.”
You leaned against the doorway, watching him with a smile that felt too big for your face. His sweatpants were slung low on his hips, his shirt stretched across broad shoulders, and his salt and pepper hair was sticking up in every direction thanks to the tiny, sticky hands grasped in it. He looked tired, he looked perfect.
“You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen,” you shrugged, and he blinked like he hadn’t expected that in the middle of a pirate-duck business deal.
“Even with glitter in my hair? I'm pretty sure there's juice stains on this shirt too.” his chin dipped and his eyebrows raised as if that would help him get a better look at his shirt. Your daughter (the pirate queen) took to prancing around the couch and throwing herself onto your leg with an excited "Mommy!" and some incoherent, excited shouting.
“Especially then,” you murmured, your hand brushing your daughter's hair out of her face and crossing the room to sit beside him. “It’s the dad energy. It’s lethal.”
He chuckled, his hands steady on your son's sides while gently lowering him onto the floor. “You’re biased.”
“I’m pregnant with your third child,” you replied, nudging his knee with yours, a tired but happy sigh leaving your lips when you shifted to rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m allowed to be biased.”
Your oldest flopped dramatically onto the couch, declaring the ducks had betrayed her and now they were at war. Dick gave a solemn nod, then turned back to you, his hand finding yours and resting over your belly.
“You’re glowing,” he mumbled softly, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I know people say that to pregnant ladies all the time, but you actually are. You look like you’re made of the sun.”
You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered anyway. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m obsessed,” he corrected, leaning in to kiss your temple. “You’re carrying our kid, you wrangle two tiny tornadoes every day, and you still look at me like I hung the moon.”
“Because you did,” you shrugged, your words leaving your tongue like it was the simplest fact you've ever known. “You make grilled cheese with bat shaped cookie cutters, you patch up scrapes and read bedtime stories in your patrol voice. You’re literally everything I have ever wanted.”
Dick’s gaze softened, and he pulled you closer until your head rested against his shoulder again and your body was flush against his side. The kids were still chattering, building a new fort with couch cushions and wild ambition, but for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you.
“I still can’t believe you picked me,” he whispered.
“I picked you every day,” you replied. “Even when you were late to our first date. Even when you forgot to take off your mask before meeting my family. Even now, when you snore like a freight train and leave your gear in the laundry hamper.”
He laughed, low and rough, and kissed the top of your head. “You’re stuck with me.”
“Good,” you said, closing your eyes. “I am right where I wanna be.”
The kids erupted into giggles as the fort collapsed again, and Dick groaned playfully, pushing himself up to help rebuild. You watched him move — strong, graceful, and just a little slower than he used to be, but not because he was slowed from age, but because he didn't need to rush. The silver in his hair suited him. So did the laugh lines around his eyes and the way he carried himself like someone who’d finally learned how to be soft without breaking.
Later, after dinner (which involved three spilled drinks, one dramatic tantrum, and a very enthusiastic dance party), you found yourself curled up on the couch while Dick cleaned up the kitchen. You could hear him humming again, totally off key but entirely content, and you smiled into the throw pillow.
He came back with two mugs — tea for you, hot chocolate for him — and settled beside you, pulling your legs into his lap like it was second nature. His hand found your belly again, fingers tracing lazy circles as he sipped his drink.
“You’re staring,” he gave a toothy grin withut looking up.
“God forbid I look at the man I love. Who, might I add, is aging like absolute fine wine.” You leaned over and gave him a quick but loving kiss.
He snorted against your lips with eyebrows raised, “I’m aging like a guy who’s been thrown through too many windows.”
“Still hot,” you shrugged and he finally looked at you, eyes crinkling with amusement.
“You’re the hot one here.”
“I’m pregnant, Dick,” you replied, as if that took away from how attractive you could be. "And I'm married to the textbook definition of a dilf."
Dick leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouth. “I expect you to keep saying things like that forever.”
“I plan to,” you said, tugging him closer. “Even when we’re old and gray and the kids are grown and the house is quiet.”
He kissed you properly then, slow and sweet, and the world faded again. Just warmth, and love, and the quiet hum of a life well-lived.
Eventually, the kids called out from upstairs because someone needed water, someone else had lost a stuffed animal, and Dick groaned dramatically as he stood.
“I’ll go,” he said, already halfway to the stairs. “But only because you’re carrying Dick Grayson Jr. and I’m trying to earn brownie points.”
“You’ve got a lifetime supply.. but we're not naming the poor kid Dick in this day and age!” you called after him.
And as you listened to him soothe sleepy voices and tuck tiny bodies back into bed, you felt it again... that deep, overwhelming love that came from watching someone grow into the best version of themselves right in front of you.
Dick returned a few minutes later, barefoot and rumpled, and collapsed beside you with a sigh. “They’re finally down.”
You curled into his side, hand resting over his heart. “You’re amazing.”
He kissed your forehead. “Of course I am, just for you.”
⌞ lexy's notes: after that comic panel came out, i just HAD to write for him. i wanna eat him so bad ⌝
cw: lovey dovey dick, a little bit of jealousy, he’s obsessed with you and how good you look as a mom lol, he’s a little nasty in the bedroom but what’s new, dick with salt and pepper hair YUMMMM
dilf!dick grayson that has made it his life's goal to have you and his kids with a constant smile on your faces. he knows that as the years have gone on, he's not as flexible or suave as he used to be. he has to be extra careful when on patrols. he's not just living for himself anymore, he has a wife to come home to and two kids that need their dad back safely at the end of the day. and the excited squeals leaving the toddlers paired with the relieved smile on your lips is enough motivation to keep him going through the particularly hard missions.
dilf!dick grayson that knew you were the one from the beginning. seeing how well you were with his family and how in tune you were with each other was the cherry on top. he's been late to dates due to vigilante problems, has come to your house in the middle of the night in need of patching up, has even called you at the early hours of the day just to rant about a bad argument he got into with bruce. you've truly seen him at his ups and downs and still manage to look at him as if he’s the only man to ever exist.
throughout your relationship he’s had to deal with girls hitting on him and men trying their chances with you. you’ve been nothing but loyal to him and he knew he didn’t have anything to worry about. but after having your two troublesome kids, it’s as if everyone has their eyes on you. college boys at the local bar drunkenly talking about how hot that milf in the corner is. dilf!dick grayson has to physically hold himself back after one in particular starts being extra vulgar. comments of “i bet she knows how to use her mouth perfectly” and “would love to play daddy for her kids if that meant i got to see those tits everyday”. he hasn’t felt his skin crawl this much in years and you can definitely see the wheels turning in his head after you tried to calm his nerves with a “c’mon, honey. just ignore them”. and he really was going to leave it alone until he could tell the guy's friends were encouraging him to come over. so dick does what he always does best. show off. he's gripping your hips with his large hands, one of them wandering down to the fat of your ass where he squeezes and swallows your small gasp with his mouth. he kisses with his whole body, and if this frat guy wasn't able to tell that he's the only "daddy" your kids need, than the hungry look in his eyes as he ravishes your mouth is enough to show him.
dilf!dick grayson that sometimes finds himself wondering what your lives would look like with another pair of feet running around. he knows it's only been a few years since your last pregnancy, but seeing the way you fit into the motherly role for your kids is enough to leave him throbbing in his pants. from the soothing voice you talk to them with in the early hours of the morning, and the stern scoldings you give when they refuse to listen. he can't lie, he's come clean to you more than once but seeing you in your element makes him wish he was the one you were yelling at instead.
and it's not like this is a one sided ordeal. seeing his lean body fill out throughout the years, his young face slowly turning softer, especially around the eyes. it's hard to not fall more and more for your husband as the time passes. time where he used to be embarrassed of the gray hair, now changed after he saw how utterly obsessed you've become with it. after a new shape up, whether he did it himself or he went to the barbershop, your hands are constantly on him. nails running up and down the undercut, the low lidded look you give him the minute the kids are put down for bed. it's hard for him to feel weary about his age when its so obvious the girl of his dreams is obsessed with it. there's some nights dilf!dick grayson has to physically tap out after the multiple orgasms you've brought him to. he's normally able to keep up, but these past few weeks you've been untamable with the way you jump his bones every two seconds. moans of "wanna carry y'r kids again" and "need you to cum inside, baby" are constantly filling the lustful atmosphere.
but there's one night in particular that dilf!dick grayson is actively matching your neediness. he's got you in such a nasty arch, he's hitting spots you didn't even know existed. you're so sensitive that the only thing stopping the noises from leaving your mouth are some of his thick fingers. pressing down onto your tongue, the gags that leave your mouth is enough to make him thrust even deeper. and when you manage to escape his fingers, your pleas go unheard and the only thing running through his mind is the look on your face when your close friend announced her pregnancy at a recent gathering. you were of course happy for her, but you couldn't help the small burst of jealousy after you've been asking dick for another baby. and you thought you were able to hide your emotions, but your sweet husband was always able to see through the fake smile you put on.
dilf!dick grayson that makes it his mission that night to give you what you really want. and he's making sure each load takes. he's got the pillow supporting your arch everytime your knees grow weak or you run from his thrust in overstimulation. his thumb rubbing your clit in the perfect rhythm. you're both sticky from the sweat and heat of each others bodies. the only thing your clouded mind can really comprehend is the kiss he leaves on your open mouth every few pushes. when you tap out for a quick break, he's pampering you with water, rubbing his rough hands up and down your back, even feeding you the praise you oh so crave. "you're doing so good, sweetheart", "bet you can't wait to be a mommy again, huh?" and if you don't end up with a positive test sometime within the next three weeks, he'll just have to try again and again until you both are satisfied.
CW: Dad's best friend!Dick, age gap (Dick is in his 50s, Reader is in her late 20s/early 30s), office oral (f!recieving), semi-public oral (m!recieving), slight cum eating?(f!&m!), semi-public car sex, slight voyagerism, unprotected sex (wrap it or Wrap it up!), mentions of birth control and pregnancy (Dick is panicking), breeding kink, finger sucking, thigh riding, panty stealing.
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Dad’s Best Friend!Dick Grayson, who bends you over his desk when you stop by the office to visit your dad. Reports and files long forgotten as he thrusts his tongue into your sopping cunt. The office door was locked, the blinds drawn on the windows, eating you like a starved man. How did he get to this? He doesn’t know. One moment, you were stopping by to say “hi” after dropping off a folder for your dad. Next, he’s breathing your pussy in as if you were his lifeline. His stubble scrapes against your skin on his mission to leave as many hickies as he can on the back and insides of your thighs. He can’t get enough, your juices too sweet, smearing all over his chin—too pussy drunk to care his next meeting was in thirty minutes.
He knew if your dad caught the two of you in this position, HR would be the least of his karmic punishments. At least his welcome home for the holidays gift made you forget about your recent breakup. Only when he's satisfied with the number of orgasms he's drunk from you does he come to kiss you.
His cock was visibly strained in his pants, painfully bulging as you grinded your ass against the fabric. The moan he let out went straight to your abused cunt. Your juices dancing like sugar on his tongue. Spinning you around, he sits you on his desk, hands gently clawing at your thighs before pulling your jeans back up. Right in time, since someone came to ask if Dick was planning to attend the meeting.
Dad’s Best Friend!Dick Grayson, who keeps his mic off on Zoom meetings so his colleagues and your dad can’t hear the disgusting sounds of you sucking his cock under the desk. He’s trying his best to keep his face straight, but God, he’s so close. The way your tongue wraps around him, so warm and wet, sliding up and down his length as you take him deeper.
He thanks whatever higher power there is that another person said something incompetent. Hiding his face in his hands, his eyes rolled back as he ever so subtly thrusts up into your mouth. You could feel the vein in his length pulsing against your tongue as his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly. What he would’ve given to fuck your face right then and there. As soon as his meeting ended, he slammed the laptop closed, fucking your throat until he came.
Your mouth pulls off with a 'pop' as you swallow a sweet and salty mixture. Dick didn't care if he'd just finished in your mouth; he wanted to know how he tasted on your tongue. His fingers teasing, rubbing your clit as you fuck yourself on his thigh, soaking your panties as you did. He reminded himself to collect those from you later.
After you left his apartment, he rubbed the lacy fabric on his dick. Using the area most covered in your slick to stroke the tip of his cock. He didn't think it was possible to cum as much as he did without you there. He sent you a text telling you to stuff them in his mouth next time.
Dad’s Best Friend!Dick Grayson, who shows up at your parents’ house for a party thrown by your dad. He brings your mom a bottle of wine and an extra bottle of whiskey for his best friend. In hindsight, he wished he’d stayed home and told everyone he was sick. Your skirt was just short enough, hugging the curves of your ass as the supple skin of your upper thighs peeked out. The sight made it hard to control his growing erection. He was detertmined to stay seated all night-that didnt happen.
He'd gotten a small revenge by softly nibbling on your neck when pretending it was too loud to hear you speak as he passed by. Of course, he also took the opportunity squeeze your ass when no one was looking. When you started to tease him by ever so lightly brushing against his groin as you moved by him to get something, he nearly lost it.
The night carried on smoothly until your dad asked you to make a liquor store run and volunteered Dick to go with you. Now he’s in the backseat fucking you. Your legs on his shoulders as he pounds into you, whispering praises in your ear that make your walls fluttering around him. The leather material of the seat clung to your back.
In his defense, watching you bend over to grab liquor on lower shelves pushed him over the edge. The windows had fogged enough for droplets to run through Dick's ecstasy-covered handprint. Your nails raked into his back, leaving long, possessive lines on his skin. Your phone's buzzing in the front seat, another missed call asking where you’re at and if you’re okay.
Dick can’t help it as he flips the position and puts you on top to ride him—not before grabbing whichever phone was receiving the call. Gesturing to you to be quiet as he answered the call from your dad.
“Hey, yeah, she just ran back in to grab a couple of other bottles. We should be back in thirty minutes.” The devil smirked as he put your phone on speaker, repositioning himself under you to go deep. You tried so hard not to make a sound as you continued riding him. His free hand pinched your nipples as you struggled to hold it in.
The calm in his demeanor made your heart race with anxiety; it was as if he was teasing you, even more risking more than just losing you. His cock abused your sweet spot at a steady pace; your lower abdomen coiled at the familiar sensation. You were so grateful when he finally hung up the phone, his hands pushing your hips down harder. “That was close, sweetheart. Your old man almost heard you cum on my cock.”
Dad’s Best Friend!Dick Grayson, who forgot to check if you're on birth control before painting your soft, gummy walls with hot, sticky ropes of semen. He loved seeing his cum dripping down your thighs as you got redressed for the drive home. Watching you rush to the closest bathroom before anyone at the party could see the white liquid rush down your leg, went straight to his dick.
Not once in his life did, he ever believe that one day he’d be panicking over the possibility of you getting pregnant. Much less that he’d be fucking you the rest of the night across the hall from where his best friend was sleeping. That didn't stop him from filling you back up behind the locked door of your old room. He traced your lower belly as incoherent mumblings left his lips, pressing firmly on your naked body underneath him.
Dick had you sucking on his fingers to keep you quiet, and when that didn’t work, he put a hand over your mouth as fucked you senseless. Your muffled moans intoxicated his thoughts. His best friend’s daughter, now an addiction he had no intention of quitting. He really should feel more ashamed of his actions and how it would destroy his best friend to know that Dick pulled out to tease your clit with cock. How he tapped the tip against your throbbing wet cunt, watching your perfect hole clench around air before slamming back into you.
None of that mattered when he was deep enough in you to fuck your cervix, rubbing your sensitive clit—telling you how good you feel and how pretty you look, crying on his cock. The guilt he felt before washed away as you cum on him again. The inevitable consequences would be dealt with later. Now, he just needed you closer.
@delavegaaaaa this was way longer than i planned for it to be. I spend a(n) (un)healthy amount of time thinking about fictional men and the power of their dicks. Anyway, DO NOT REPOST, FEED TO AI, OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK. This is my only blog.
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Bsf's dad! Dick who managed to charm you at first sight. His face immediately softened when Mari introduced you as her coworker and friend. "Nice to meet you, sweetie." He greets you with that charming grin on his face as he shakes your hand.
Bsf's dad! Dick who immediately became someone you can easily talk to. That man is a good listener — always picking up small details you didn't even know he could remember, always giving you his undivided attention whenever you needed to rant,
Bsf's dad! Dick who could never look at you the same again after you joke about being Mari's stepfather. Mari rolled her eyes, unbeknownst to her, her father felt his cheeks heating up at your little joke.
Bsf's dad! Dick whose cheeks heat up when you said his photos from college were hot. He misheard you, right? You shouldn't have confirmed his thoughts. "Still hot now, though. Some things never change." With that smug smile on your face — you're actually torturing him. All he could do is force a smirk and an obviously strained "thank you."
Bsf's dad! Dick who randomly started to take care of himself more often. After you come into his life, he starts to dress more nicely whenever he's going out in hopes of bumping into you — even though the chances are low. Mari noticed how her father started to buy more body care products. Even making sure his lips are always smooth and moisturized in hopes you'll kiss him.
Bsf's dad! Dick who's already used to you randomly barging in his house like you live here — which explains why he's resisting the urge to rest his hand on your ass when you started to get all touchy with him when he was preparing dinner.
Bsf's dad! Dick whose restraint immediately vanished and pressed his lips against yours. His hands immediately wandered around your sexy body that he has been dreaming about for 3 consecutive weeks. He thinks he's gonna have fun fucking you against his kitchen counter.
Bsf's dad! Dick who moans like a bitch when you start to thrust your skilled fingers inside of him. How the tables have turned. Fuck, no wonder you managed to maintain having short nails. He felt his balls tightening as the length of your fingers reached his prostate — his moans becoming increasingly louder before grabbing your shoulders, mumbling something which you immediately caught up. Bedroom. His bedroom.
Bsf's dad! Dick who loves feeling your fingers inside of him. Fuck, he's so tight it's actually insane. Your fingers continue to thrust in and out of his needy ass hole while simultaneously stroking his cock — heightening his pleasure and the volume of his pornographic-like moans. The second he threw his head back, you wrapped your mouth around his length — staring at him with pleading eyes while increasing the pace of your fingers along with the hand that caused his cock to twitch, signaling release.
Bsf's dad! Dick who still praises you even though you're literally fingering his ass. "Good boy— oh god—" his ass subconsciously started moving against your thrusting fingers and stroking hand, wanting to cum so badly. "You're such a good boy, yeah? So skilled— fuck!"
Bsf's dad! Dick who immediately wants you to sit on his face after he cums. Damn, that man has stamina. You eagerly place your wet pussy that was dripping from grinding on the sheets on his inviting face. His arms immediately caged around your thighs, pushing you further into his face before gently sucking on your needy clit. Your moans are like music to his ears, causing him to increase his pace — enthusiastically eating you out to hear more of those pretty sounds coming out of you.
Bsf's dad! Dick who loves when you move your ass all over his face, smothering his face with your juices — fuck, he could eat your delicious pussy all day. The vibrations of his voice only heightened your arousal. "Fuck, sweetheart— mmph— you taste so good."
Bsf's dad! Dick who eagerly swallows all of the cum dripping out of your pussy — to him, it's a sin to waste even a single drop.
Bsf's dad! Dick who makes sure to always lock his room after that night. Sure, you may not sleep over every single day — but he'll make sure he has other ways to satisfy himself at the thought of you.
Bsf's dad! Dick who couldn't keep his hands to himself when you came over — his hands immediately rested on your cheeks, lips moving against yours as your hands find their way to his waist.
During your little makeout session, everything around you seems to fade, all you could focus on was the feeling of your lips dancing against each other — you both were entranced.
Well, too entranced.
You didn't even notice Mari's footsteps before the sound of the front door slammed open, "Dad, have you seen my—" Mari froze, dropping whatever groceries she was holding.
