#tt!daeron

the sun beat down on the scrap yard, turning the air hazy and thick with the smell of hot metal and gasoline. you were laid out on the worn bed of daeron's pickup truck, a faded beach towel the only barrier between your bare skin and the sun-baked metal. the heat was a physical weight, pressing down on you, making your skin slick with sweat.

underneath you, daeron was a symphony of clanking tools and muttered curses. he was trying to fix the goddamn transmission again, his lower half disappearing into the greasy guts of the truck. all you could see were his worn-out jeans and the worn-out soles of his boots. you could hear him, though. the grunt of exertion as he wrestled with a rusted bolt, the long swallow of beer you knew he was taking, the way he'd occasionally smack the underside of the truck with a wrench in frustration.

"fuckin' piece of shit," he grumbled from below. there was another loud clang followed by a hissed, "motherfucker."

you heard another crack of metal before daeron slid himself out from beneath the truck, grease smeared across his cheek and sweat dampening the collar of his white shirt.

"you got any more beer up there?"

you reached blindly into the cooler beside you. "depends."

"depends on what?"

"how nice you ask."

he stared at you flatly for a second. "give me the fuckin' beer please."

you pretended to think about it before tossing one toward him and daeron caught it one-handed. he quickly popped the cap open and took a long drink before sniffing and nodding his head toward you. “y’wanna help me down here for a second?”

you sighed, shifting on the towel. "it's too hot, daeron."

he squinted at you, a familiar, soft look in his eyes. he was always looking at you like that, like a stray dog that'd just been invited inside for the first time.

"want me to get you somethin' to cool down, honey?" he asked, his voice a low, rough drawl. "there's a gas station right across the street."

"sure okay," you said, closing your eyes. "something cold please…"

you heard him wipe his hands on his jeans, the heavy thud of his shoes hitting the gravel, and then the sound of his footsteps crunching away. a moment of blissful silence settled over the scrap yard, broken only by the buzz of flies and the distant rumble of traffic on the highway. it was almost peaceful.

he was back a few minutes later, the crunch of his boots announcing his return. you opened your eyes to see him standing over you, holding out a drippy, rapidly melting soft-serve ice cream cone. it was a sad-looking thing, already drooping over the side of the cone.

"here you go," he said, "vanilla. they didn’ have anythin’ else."

you sat up, taking the cone from him. the ice cream was already starting to run down your fingers, sticky and sweet. you looked at his expectant face, at the grease smudge on his cheek, at the way his t-shirt clung to his chest. he was trying so hard.

"thanks," you said, and then, a few drops melted right from your lips to your exposed chest. a shiver went through you as the cold hit your hot skin, a trail of sticky white cream tracing a path between your breasts.

daeron stared, his gaze fixed on the melting ice cream on your tits.

"can i have some?" he asked, his voice thick.

you held the cone out to him. "here."

he didn't take it. instead, he leaned down, his breath hot on your skin, and then his tongue was on you. he licked the melting ice cream off your chest, his tongue rough and wet against your skin. he made obscene, sloppy sounds, like he was a starving man and you were his last meal. it was gross. it was pathetic. it was so incredibly daeron.

"ewww!" you shrieked, pushing him away. "that's disgusting!"

he just laughed, a low, rumbling sound, his eyes still glued to your chest, a smear of white on his lips. "it's good ice cream."

you wiped at the sticky trail on your chest with the back of your hand, but it only smeared the melted vanilla around, making you feel even dirtier. "you're a animal," you said, but there was no real heat in it. it was just a statement of fact, like saying the sky was blue or his truck was a piece of shit.

daeron just grinned, that same dopey, hopeful grin. he wiped his mouth with the back of his own greasy hand. "y’always say you love animals," he said grinning.

before you could form a comeback, he straightened up and turned his attention back to his project. "alright, let's see if this bitch'll turn over now."

he disappeared back under the truck, and the symphony of clanging and grunting began again as you finished up your ice cream. you sighed, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the truck bed, your bare feet dangling just above the gravel.

"is it fixed yet?" you called down to him.

"almost!" came the muffled reply.

there was a final, deafening clang, followed by a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. then, silence. you held your breath, waiting. a moment later, you heard the click of him getting into the driver's seat.

he turned the key.

the engine sputtered, coughed, and then, with a roar that shook the entire truck, it roared to life.

daeron's head appeared over the side of the truck bed, his face split in a wide, triumphant grin. he was sweating and covered in grease, but his eyes were shining. "told you i could fix it," he said.

he slammed the driver's side door shut and strode around to the back of the truck, his boots crunching on the gravel with a new confidence. before you could even slide off the tailgate, his hands were on you, one wrapping around your waist and the other hooking behind your knees. he lifted you like you weighed nothing, your legs automatically wrapping around his grease-stained waist. the worn denim of his jeans was rough against the backs of your thighs.

"ready to go home?" he asked, his voice low and rumbling against your chest.

"mmhmm," you hummed, your arms draping over his shoulders. the victory radiating off him was intoxicating, a potent mix of sweat, gasoline, and pure, unadulterated pride.

he carried you the few steps to the back door, yanking it open. he maneuvered you inside, laying you down on the cracked vinyl seat.

the heat, the frustration, the sight of him so proud and capable- it all coalesced into a sudden, sharp ache low in your belly. you grabbed the front of his t-shirt, pulling him back down to you.

"its so hot daeron…" you muttered, and crashed your mouth against his.

he met your kiss with a desperate hunger, his lips tasting of cheap beer and lingering vanilla. it was a sloppy, messy kiss, all teeth and tongue, exactly the kind you needed. his hands were everywhere, one tangling in your hair, the other sliding down your side to grip your hip, pulling you flush against him.

he broke the kiss, panting, his eyes dark. he didn't ask, he just took, dipping his head down to mouth at your chest through the thin fabric of your tank top. he found your nipple, biting down gently through the material before pulling it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak until it was a hard, sensitive nub.

"daeron," you breathed, arching into him.

he growled in response, his hand sliding up under your tank top to palm your other breast, his calloused thumb rubbing rough circles over your nipple. he gave your ass a sharp smack, the sound loud in the close confines of the cab. you gasped, bucking your hips against the hard ridge in his jeans.

"fuck, you're so pretty," he grunted, lifting his head to look at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. he yanked your bikini top up, exposing your breasts to the warm air. he stared for a moment, his gaze hungry, before diving back down, his mouth closing over one peaked nipple while his hand continued its rough assault on the other. he sucked hard, his tongue flicking and teasing, his other hand fumbling with the button of your shorts.

you helped him, shoving your bikini bottoms down your hips. he wasted no time, his fingers finding you instantly, sliding through your slick folds. you were so wet, so ready for him, and he groaned against your breast when he felt it.

you sat up enough to switch positions with him. straddling him, your knees sinking into the cracked seat on either side of his hips. "all that grunting and groaning like a fucking pig? you can do better than that, can't you, daeron?"

his eyes widened, a flicker of his uncertainty returning. "i…i don't know…"

"oh, you know," you cut him off, grinding your hips down against him. "you think about it, don't you? when you're all alone, jacking off in the shower. you think about me? tell me what you think?"

his breath hitched, his hands coming up to grip your hips. "i think about… fuck," he breathed, his eyes rolling back as you rolled your hips again. "i think about how tight you are. how you squeeze my cock when you come."

"yeah?" you purred, leaning down to bite his lower lip.

"i wanna taste you everywhere. wanna put my mouth on you 'til you're screaming my name. wanna lick this fuckin' mess i made out of you."

you smiled sweetly, you shifted up his body, positioning your knees on either side of his head, looking down at his flushed, eager face. "yhen do it," you commanded. "you got me all wet, clean up your mess."

he didn't hesitate. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you down onto his waiting mouth. his tongue was hot and demanding, lapping at you with a desperate hunger. he ate you like he was starving, like your taste was the only thing that could save him. he was sloppy and loud and utterly shameless, his moans vibrating against your most sensitive skin.

his movements becoming more frantic. "tastes so fuckin' good. best thing i ever tasted." he slurred against you.

you rode his face, using him, chasing your own release. he was a mess beneath you, his face slick, his hair damp with sweat, but he was exactly what you needed in that moment.

you gasped, your orgasm building fast and hard. he redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking against your clit with a precision that surprised you. and then you were coming, your body shaking, a cry tearing from your throat as you ground down against his mouth.

you stayed there for a moment, catching your breath, before sliding back down his body. his cock was rock hard, straining against his jeans. you unzipped him as quickly as you could and helped him pull his leaking throbbing length out and before he could say a word you sank down onto him, taking him in to the hilt in one smooth motion.

he hissed, his hands flying to your waist. "fuck, honey, you're gonna kill me."

"you're gonna fuck me," you corrected him, leaning forward to brace your hands on his chest. "and you're gonna tell me every dirty thing you've ever thought about doing to me while you do it."

he didn't need any more encouragement. he started to move, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. "wanna fuck you in my bed," he panted, his eyes locked on yours. "wanna wake up with you. wanna bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you from behind while you're makin' coffee."

"keep talking daeron," you demanded, riding him hard.

"wanna tie you up," he groaned, his thrusts getting deeper, harder. "wanna spank your ass 'til it's red. wanna come all over your tits and then lick it off."

"you're such a pervert" you moaned, your head falling back.

"only for you," he choked out. "a nasty fuckin' whore for you, honey. gonna fill you up now. you want that? you want my fuckin' cum?"

"yes!" you cried, your second orgasm already building.

he leaned up, his mouth finding yours again in another sloppy, desperate kiss. his hand slid down your body, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, messy circles that sent you flying over the edge. you cried out against his mouth, your body convulsing around him as your orgasm washed over you.

"please, please give me your cum. fill me up…”

he came with a guttural shout, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside you.

you collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting and spent. the cab of the truck was thick with the smell of sex and sweat, the windows completely fogged over. after a moment, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.

"youre right its really fuckin’ hot in here" he murmured into your hair.

tt!daeron who smells like gasoline, marlboro reds, and the cheap pine scented soap from the garage bathroom

tt!daeron who has knuckles that are perpetually scraped raw and a collection of faded tattoos done by his brother aerion, during a questionable apprenticeship phase—a dragon on his bicep, a crooked crown on his forearm, your initials added later, hidden on his rib cage where only he (and you) can see.

tt!daeron who drives a pickup truck with a mismatched door and a cassette deck that only plays one album: a battered copy of appetite for destruction.

tt!daeron who fixes things. your car. your sink. the wobbly leg on your kitchen table. the ache in your chest after a bad day.

tt!daeron who pushes you against the cool, grease-smudged metal of a car hood in the empty garage after hours, his work roughened hands hiking up your skirt, “been thinkin’ ’bout this all damn day,” before his mouth crashes down on yours, tasting of coffee and grit.

tt!daeron who doesn’t ask, he directs. a firm hand on the back of your neck to guide you where he wants you. a low, “c’mere,” as he sits on the edge of the worn couch and taps his thigh. he knows what he wants, and he knows you want it too.

tt!daeron who keeps a blanket in the cab of his truck, folded behind the seat, just in case. he’s a planner when it comes to this. he knows all the secluded turn offs on backroads where the only light is the moon and the glow of the dashboard.

tt!daeron who loves the contrast. the way your soft, clean skin looks against his stained hands. the way your pretty lace panties look tangled around his steel-toed boots on the trailer floor. he gets a dark, possessive thrill from marking up what’s clean with what’s his.

tt!daeron who is brutally efficient when he’s turned on. no frills. the button on your jeans is a problem to be solved, your bra clasp a puzzle he undoes with one flick of his fingers. he gets what he wants with the same sure hands he uses in the garage, leaving you scrambling to keep up

tt!daeron who talks dirty in a low, raspy voice that goes straight to your core. “that’s it. take it.” “you gonna come for me?” it’s never flowery, always direct, and it makes you feel owned in the best, most terrifying way.

tt!daeron who loves it from behind, one arm wrapped possessively around your waist to pull you back onto him, his face buried in your neck. it feels less intimate for him that way, lets him get lost in the sensation without having to meet your eyes—until he can’t help it and turns your face to kiss you, messy and desperate.

tt!daeron who gets a specific, dark gleam in his ocean-like eyes when you wear his clothes—his old t-shirt, his hoodie. it’s not just cute to him. he’ll take you harder, like he’s trying to erase the fabric and get back to his skin on yours.

tt!daeron who is obsessed with your mouth. not just for kissing. his thumb will brush over your bottom lip, his gaze heavy. “look at you,” he’ll murmur.he likes to watch. he likes to be watched.

tt!daeron who is unexpectedly, devastatingly tender after. when he’s spent and sweaty, he’ll pull you into the shower with him and just hold you under the weak spray, washing your hair, his touch softer than it ever is any other time. it’s when he’s most vulnerable.

tt!daeron who leaves bruises in the shape of his fingertips on your hips and doesn’t apologize for them. he traces them the next morning with a sort of grim satisfaction. proof. of him. of this.

tt!daeron who gets jealous of inanimate objects. if you curl around a pillow in your sleep, he’ll yank it away in the dead of night and drag you into him, your back against his chest, his arm a heavy band across you. “you don’t need that,” he’ll mumble, half-asleep, into your hair.

tt!daeron who fucks you like he’s trying to outrun something—his past, his name. it’s all frantic energy and clenched teeth until he finally breaks, collapsing with a shuddering groan that sounds like it’s been ripped from the deepest part of him. and for a moment, whatever he’s running from, he’s won.

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That suggestion may or may not have been after a heated exchange in your trailer where he was fixing up the old fan you had in there. It was hot, but what happened between you guys then had been what really made things insufferably warm. His hand stuffed down your cutoff Jean shorts and his mouth sucking big dark bruises into your neck. His other hand spread over your growing stomach just keeping that area safe incase you shifted into the wall or a piece of furniture or something while wriggling against his hand.

He’d told you after, fingers still wet with your release, that Aerion should be the one in here making sure you and his growing baby don’t melt to fucking death in this shitbox.

He thought you deserved better than his brother and you knew he meant that you deserved somebody like him. Somebody who was fucked up, but at least cared about you!

“He’s back honey, I’m tellin’ ya.” One of the older women said. All of you standing at the mailboxes at the front of the trailer park.

“Probably waiting for you to just wander by.” another said with a raised brow. Things spread quickly here. A small town and an even smaller community. Aerion lost his fucking shit when he came home after the fan situation and saw you all marked up. That was days later of course, almost four. His benders tended to last about that long every time. Daeron by that point had already listened to you and gotten lost so he was at least saved from his brothers white hot rage.

“shut up about shit that’s none of your business.” You snapped and squared your shoulder. Baby on your hip and letters in your hand as you walked back towards your place.

You only stopped grumbling when the step up into the trailer did not squeak. It always squeaked. It had for almost half a fucking year.

“little oil fixes that easy.” Your head shot to the side and there he was, sat in the lawn chair, beer in hand.

“that’s mine.” Nodding at the corona in his hand.

“Payment.” He took another swig. “A shitty one too, you know I like domestics.” He drawled out as he got up and neared the door you were stood in.

“You are suppose to be gone.” You sighed switching the baby from one hip to the other and tucking her in to you a bit more because she was curiously reaching for the person who was a stranger to him.

“he’s gone.” It was said gently. He wasn’t sure how you felt about anything.

You were about to ask how he knew anything about that, about you and about your marriage. but a little bald head caught the sun, peaking out from a few trailers away. Fucking egg. That little shit! You glared across the dirt lot at him and flipped up your middle finger. If you were so pissed off you’d laugh that the dirt cloud him running off kicked up.

“He split town a month ago.”

“I’m well aware of the when I last saw Aerion. He is my fucking husband.” You turned and went into the trailer. He followed, you knew he would.

“he’s never gone for more than a week.” Daeron reminded you, as if you did not know how long he was away when he was scoring and selling.

“Can I just-“ your nerves were a bit fried. “Can I just put her fucking down before we have this conversation.” Aerion was her daddy, he might be a worthless piece of shit who cared more about fighting, drugging and fucking than he cared about either of you but it still diddnt feel right talking about him in-front of her even if she was barely a year old.

He didn’t argue with that and so you slipped into the back bedroom, the only bedroom in the trailer and laid her down in bed. Pulling the blankets back so she wouldn’t get tangled up in them. You laid there with her for a bit, playing with her bright blonde hair. The sun made it even lighter, it was pratically white from the natural bleaching.

“she’s little, that normal?” Daeron asked when you came back into the main room. He was leaned against the counter, fresh beer in hand.

“her daddies little.” You roll your eyes and strode forward taking the beer from him and drinking a bit down. “She eats plenty that’s for sure, she’s fine…and not your problem.”

“you are always my problem.” Goosebumps rose up on your arms and across your chest.

“Daeron…” his hand touched your hip dragging you a bit closer. Not hard enough that his effort did it all on its own. You had to step towards him. And you did.

“I wanna take care of you.” His blue eyes bore down into yours and you shook your head a bit, pushing the beer back against his chest.

“your drunk.” He was.

“so, I always am.” He argued, fingers easing it a soft stroking motion. “But I don’t run off like him. I’m not that much of an asshole!”

“You are an asshole.” You grumbled and crossed your arms over your chest. “I told you to get lost.” Your cheek was being chewed at from the inside. “You should have stayed gone.”

“I don’t wanna be gone, I wanna be here.” He pressed and he finished the beer putting the glass back down on the counter behind him and when he turned back his face found your neck. Not kissing exactly, but hovering his lips against your pulse as he spoke. “Let me take care of you. Both of ya.” He could feel you breathing heavier. Felt the slight shift your body made to press into him. “Least let me fuck ya.”

The ball in your throat jumped when he said that and before you’d been able to actually process things and make a good decision you were dragging him into you more by pulling his hair.

Daeron did not wait for you to get caught up in your own head and change your mind. He started mouthing at the spot where your neck and shoulder met. Kissing you, licking you there.

Consuming you.

It always scared you that your body longed for him and thoughts circled him. Being with Aerion was easier. Fighting and bitching and fucking to make up was simple. Nothing between you and Daeron had ever felt simple which was why you’d always push him away. It was too serious, too real!

“I missed ya.” You whimpered as his hands dragged down to your ass and he squeezed the bit of cheek that hung out of each leg hole.

“don’t make me leave again,” the pain in his voice was raw and real, and you knew that he would leave if you told him to. He’d always done what you told him to. Never wanted to cause you trouble. “Can’t do this within you.” His hand grabbed the side of your face after placing you down on the countertop. Making you food at him, forcing you to actually take in what he was saying.

He couldn’t do life without you. Need you. It wasn’t just sex, he wanted everything.

“I’m still married…” you whispered mouth almost touching his, air passing between you two as his fingers pushed your hair back. He smiled, because if your only argument was that you were still married to his brother than there wasn’t anything to discuss.

“don’t matter to me.” Both of you feverishly kissed eachother, his teeth clanking against your lips because you couldn’t part them quick enough.

“I missed you,” you whimpered against him, hands lacing into his long hair and gripping it to pull him back some so you could breath. “Don’t leave-even when I tell you to leave. Don’t.” He was leaning into your a lot, lips hesitant to stop touching yours but your words made him give up on making out for a minute.

“ain’t going to leave you again. No matter how much you groan about me being around, I won’t leave you.” his thumb rubbing your cheekbone. “Yeah?” His lips pressed to yours when you nodded softly and instantly you let your tongue drag against his. It was sloppy and greedy and messy and it was fucking everything you needed.

By the time his lips started to wander again yours were bright pink and swollen from friction and you legitimately needed to catch your breath. Though that monetarily relief did not last long because the next thing you knew Daeron was palming between your legs. Rubbing the seam of your denim right up against you and your fingers tightened on his hair when the seam rubbed right over your clit.

“I-i don’t have underwear on…quit.” You whined teeth bitting into your bottom lip as you watxhed his long lean arm hand down and play with you.

“course you don’t.” He laughed and was suddenly kneeling down. He was tall enough that when he was sitting on his knees his face was level with your crotch.

“Shut up-“ you groan and pulled his sandy blonde hair to drag his face between your parted thighs. His nose dragging over the denim and your toes curled at the pressure that provided you. “Fuck-Take em off.” You sounded way to desperate for your demands to be taken seriously but he still complied, mostly because he’d been dying to taste your pussy since he left a year ago!

“you’re so fucking sweet.” He groaned into you the moment his tongue could get at your bare pussy, head shoved down against your mound as soon as the shorts were at your knees.

“f-fuck!” You were sensitive. A tongue felt real different from your fingers, and looking down and seeing him was way more thrilling than the little bullet vibrator you’d been using for the past few months. “Ugh!” Your back arches and you decide to let go of his hair, even though you like using the strands as a handle, so you can lean back on your elbows and push your hips up towards him. the angle made it much easier for him to get at where he needed.

His fingers were still a bit cold from the beer glass and it made your legs tremble a bit.

When he chuckled at the response you squeezed your thighs against the sides of his head a bit.

“Your hands are cold…I’m not that sensitive for the record!” You defended, but his tongue dipping between your glistening folds and coming back with strings of arousal on it made it seem like you really were that sensitive, that pent up and needy.

“why can’t you just enjoy this?” He kissed the inside of your thigh lips warm and his fingers dug into the extra weight you held around your hips now. “You’re so fucking hot.” It came out half growled and made you blush.

“stop-just….” Your heel pushed into his back and that urged his mouth forward again. “Just…y-yeah just-mmm fuck right there just there!” You gasp when his lips seal around your clit. Tongue occasionally breaking the suction and lapping against your clenching core.

“You taste so good,” he mouthed at you, hands pulling your body closer so he was half smothered by you. “Come of me,” his tongue flicked over your swollen clit. “Please-fuck, please honey.” The nickname made your stomach clench and a hand flew down to grip at his wrist as he held you firmly to the counter so your hips wouldn’t buck him off.

“you can’t c-call,ohhh jesus fucking Christ! Can’t call me that!” You whimpered toes starting to feel numb as the wave of pleasure washed over you. He used to call call you honey, it was so often that his little sisters thought honey was you name. That ended the Aerion decked him in the mouth one night when he heard it while you all were out splitting a pack of cigarettes. You were Aerion’s, not his. But you wanted to be his honey, you wanted him to say it so much that your little girl thought your name was honey!

“I can.” He licked harder a finger pushing into your empty pussy to add to his cause. “I know you like hearing it. I’ve got you now honey, I’m here. He’s gone”. He curled his fingers up and you groaned loud enough that somebody walking by the trailer could probably hear ya.

“Daeron-fuck! Gods damn!” You panted as the climax rolled through you and you laid there sort of limp just processing the feeling.

The buzz in your stomach, and the comfort his kisses trailing back up your body provided you with so much distraction that you hadn’t even realized your tits were leaking.

“shit.” You sat up the moment he pawed at them and the fabric of your shirt was wet. “Sorry-still breastfeeding her.” You explained and pulled the tank top off. About to reach for one of the dish towel but daeron had other plans for the clean up method.

“You’re incredible.” He breathed, hands lifting your swollen breasts up to his face and he nuzzled against them before turning his head til one of the engorged nipples dragged over his lips.

“That milks not for you.” You murmured but you also don’t do anybting to push him off you, because feeling his lips there, getting to watch him grip at you and push his face there to get more of you, to legitimately consume every drop of yourself that you could give him….it made your irrationally wet.

“You’re so fucking greedy.” You pull at his hair a bit, but only to bring him to your neglected boob. “So fuckin’mmm fuck you’re…you’re….you need to fuck me right now.” You jabbered out as your mind when to mush

“now?” He looked up at you, mouth all milky.

“yes, now.” You reiterated with a serious tone and slipped off the counter to bend over it as he got his jeans down around his ankles and you grabed one side of your ass to spread yourself open for him a bit.

“I swear it’ll kill ya if you give me something!” You warn him as his flushed tip lined up against where he could sink into you. Condoms just weren’t an option right now. You didn’t have any and you also weren’t about to wait for him to go find some.

“only think imma give you is another fucking baby.” He grunted while snapping forward and sinking himself in completly.

The force of It knocked the air right out of you and your arm flew out to grip the side of the counter to brace yourself some.

“ohmygod-“ it came out slured and low because you had already pushed out most of the air in your lungs.

He came over you a bit, pressing his forhead between your shoulder blades as his hips rutted against your ass over and over. He wasn’t even pulling out much, just trying to push himself deeper into your warmth.

Your cheek squeaked against the counter when he pounded against your cervix. He’d been like this the other time you guys actually had full on sex. Just railing you until his body gave out. It drove you wild, feeling how he just couldn’t help himself.

“your so deep.” Your voice rattles out and your nails dig into your down butt cheek so that he could see just how much you had to strech to take him in. “Shit baby yours so fucking big.” You whimper and turn your face to try and look back at him. You were only able to catch a brief flash of him because of the angle but you saw his forced eyes, bitten lips and his head all messy and stuck to his sweaty forhead.

“I wanna cum again, make me cum!.” You whine as he stand back up straight and his pelvis snaps into your round bottom rippling the soft skin with every smack.

“Yeah?” One of his hands stayed on your lower back and the other grabbed your shoulder to pull you back into his strokes making the impact even more intense.

“yes!” You bit out as the intensity grows. You could feel him twitching inside of you and you wanted one more orgasm before he finished and got soft.

“what else do you want?” He kissed down your spine and you gasped at the feeling. You’d been desperate for this sort of attention for a lot longer than Aerion’s been gone.

“I want to sleep on your chest.” Were you really admitting this? “I want you to have all of me-“ you whimpered out and he groaned at how your clenched around him. “I want ya to stay h-hers. With me.” Your nails tried to dig into the counter but the surface didn't give out under them. His thumb and started to circle your ass and you trembled the anticipation of feeling him push into that spot-him actually having all of you it made your stomach ache with excitement and then your tights clenched hard and you came so hard that he almost was pushed right out of you.

“Nnn-ugh!!!” You bit your lip so hard that the skin broke as you shook back against him gasping when the warm wave of his cum filled you.

“Jesus,” he panted and leaned over you, just mounting at your warm back as the aftershocks rushed through the both of you.

“oh my god.” You exhaled when he pulled out of you finally and you stayed there bent over the counter just trying to compose yourself. You were so out of it due to the release that he noticed the baby crying before you did. You felt him pull your shorts back up and tug your top about down and then he kissed at the spot behind your ear rubbing your lower back till you started to slowly stand back up.

“I wanna fence for her too.” You said still breathless. “So she can crawl around outside where it’s safe.” You swallowed and looked at him as he fixed your hair so it was all tucked back behind your ears.

“I can do a fence…that’s real easy honey.” He smirked and you smiled gently when he kissed your shoulder and gave your ass a smack to bring you back to reality.

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the sun was beating down on the worn-out lawn chairs outside your trailer, the kind of heat that made the air shimmer and your skin sticky.

daeron was already stripped down to his boxers, standing by the edge of the lake with his toes curling in the muddy water, looking like a lost puppy who'd just been kicked. "you comin' or what?" he called, his voice a little too loud for the quiet afternoon.

you rolled your eyes, but there was a smile tugging at your lips as you peeled off your tank top, letting it drop onto the grass. "i'm coming, i'm coming" you shot back, wading into the water just where it hit your chest.

the coolness was a relief, and daeron's eyes followed you, dark and hungry, like he was starving and you were the only meal in sight.

"had a weird dream last night," he said, splashing water at you, but his voice was soft, almost shy. "you were in it. again." he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away like he was embarrassed, which only made you want to mess with him more.

"yeah?" you swam a bit closer, the water sloshing around your boobs, your hands finding his hips. "what'd i do this time? run away to spain? crash your truck? or maybe i told you to get your shit together and stop drinking all that cheap beer?" you laughed, your fingers digging into his skin just enough to make him shiver.

"no," he breathed, his hands coming up to grip your arms, his knuckles white. "you were…you were choking me. not hard, just your hand on my throat, telling me what to do. and i liked it. fuck, i liked it so much." his voice cracked, and you could feel how hard he was already, his dick pressing against your thigh through the wet fabric of his boxers.

"you really gotta quit drinking all that beer," you teased, but your tone was lower now, more serious. you wrapped your fingers around his throat, not squeezing, just letting him feel the weight of your hand there.

he moaned, his head falling back, exposing the line of his throat. "i will- i promise honey," he whispered

your lips crashed against his, messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue. your other hand slid down his chest, past his stomach, until you were palming his dick through his boxers, feeling him twitch against your palm.

"you're so easy daeron..." you murmured against his mouth, your thumb rubbing over the head of his cock. you squeezed his throat just a little, and his hips jerked forward, a choked sound escaping his lips.

"only for you," he gasped, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush, the water sloshing around you both. "always only for you."

you pushed his boxers down further, and wrapped your legs around his waist. his dick slid against you, hot and hard, and you rocked your hips, teasing him, making him whine into your mouth.

"please, honey" he choked out, his eyes glazed over with lust. "please, i need it. need you. wanna fuck you so bad, right here- c'mon nobody's here..." his hands were gripping your ass, pulling you closer, and you could feel how desperate he was.

lining him up and sinking down onto him in one smooth motion. he groaned, his head falling forward onto your shoulder, his hips stuttering as he tried to thrust up into you. you set the pace, slow and torturous, your hand still on his throat, your other hand tangled in his wet hair.

the water splashing around you both. "you are so fucking big daeron- why are you so big?" you squeezed his throat again, and his eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent moan.

"i know m'sorry, m'sorry but you always take it so good." he gasped, his hips bucking wildly. the apology was pathetic and it made your cunt clench around him.

you started moving faster, bouncing on his dick in the cool lake water, the sound of your bodies slapping together echoing in the quiet afternoon. "gonna be a good boy and let me use this cock?"

his response was a choked moan, his hands moving from your ass to your hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

he wasn't trying to take over, just hold on, his grip a silent plea for more. "y-yeah," he stammered, his voice wrecked. "anything for you. fuck, i'll be so good for you."

your hand loosening on his throat just enough for him to take a proper breath before you tightened it again, a steady, possessive pressure. you set a languid pace, rising up slowly until just the head of his dick was inside you, then sinking back down just as slow, taking every inch of him until your hips met his. the water swirled around your torso, cool against your heated skin.

his head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "shit," he breathed, his eyes rolling back in his head. "you feel... fuck, you feel incredible." his hands on your hips guided you, not forcing, just matching your rhythm, helping you rock against him in a way that had you both gasping.

"please," he whimpered, his voice cracking. "please, honey, can i...can i touch you?" his hands flexed on your hips, itching to roam, to explore.

"you are touching me, baby," you teased, your thumb stroking over the side of his neck. "but if you wanna make it good for me, you better put those hands to work."

he didn't need to be told twice. one hand slid up your back, tracing the line of your spine, while the other moved between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit with an ease that spoke of practice. he rubbed slow, firm circles, the pressure just right, and you couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips.

"ohmygod!" you gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily. "d-daeron..m'gonna cum on your cock."

his response was a strangled groan, his fingers moving faster, his other hand gripping your hip tighter. "wanna feel you," he panted, his forehead resting against yours. "wanna feel you squeeze down and cum all over me. please- honey i want it please-"

his words were your undoing. with a cry, you threw your head back, your body convulsing as your orgasm washed over you, wave after wave of pleasure that left you shaking and breathless. he followed you over the edge with a hoarse shout, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside you, his cock pulsing deep within your still-clenching walls.

for a long moment, he just stood there, tangled together in the cool water, your foreheads pressed together as you both struggled to catch your breath. finally, you pulled back just enough to look at him, a lazy, satisfied smile playing on your lips.

daeron just hummed, a low, contented sound rumbling in his chest. his hands, which had been gripping you so tightly moments before, were now just resting on your hips, thumbs stroking gentle circles against your skin. he looked completely messy, hair plastered to his forehead, lips swollen and parted, eyes hazy and unfocused.

you let out a soft laugh, your body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. "my legs feel like jello," you admitted, trying to shift your weight and wiggle your legs for effect. "and i'm pretty sure my panties are now a permanent part of this lake's ecosystem."

daeron snorted, a goofy, unattractive sound that you secretly loved. he looked down at his own predicament, his shorts still tangled around his ankles in the water, and flushed a deeper red. "shit," he muttered, trying to kick them off without much success. "forgot about those."

"very graceful." you teased, watching him struggle. you managed to let go of him and stand on the muddy lake floor to let him grab his boxers. he struggled to pull the damp boxers up his legs. it was a clumsy, awkward process, and you couldn't help but watch the muscles in his back tense and relax as he moved.

"need some help with that?" you teased, wading out of the water and onto the grassy bank.

"i got it," he called after you, his voice muffled by the fabric. you could hear him splashing around behind you.

you just laughed and kept walking, the grass soft and cool under your bare feet. you could feel his eyes on you, watching you walk away, and you made sure to put a little extra sway in your hips, just to tease him. you heard him stumble, then a soft curse, and you knew he'd tripped over his own feet, distracted by the sight of you.

"be careful," you called over your shoulder, not even bothering to look back.

you reached the small patch of worn grass near the weathered porch of your house. your clothes were scattered where you'd left them in a heap. you bent down, snatching his faded black band t-shirt from the pile.

it was still warm from the sun.

without a second thought, you pulled the shirt over your head right there in the open. the worn cotton was soft against your sensitive skin, falling to mid-thigh and completely swallowing your frame.

you turned around just as he was finally trudging out of the water, his boxers still damp and clinging awkwardly to his legs.

"i can feel it leaking out," you said after a moment, your voice quiet.

a flush crept up his neck, spreading across his cheeks, but he didn't look away.

summer in the trailer park has a specific kind of heat. it’s not a clean heat. it’s thick, damp and smells of hot asphalt, cut grass gone to seed and the distant, greasy perfume of the discount store parking lot. the little plastic fan on the floor whirs its pathetic, desperate rhythm,pushing the soupy air from one side of the room to the other.it does nothing.

you are draped across the worn, scratchy couch in daeron’s single wide, a monument to his quiet, stubborn existence you’re drowning in one of his shirts —a faded black metallica tee from a tour that happened before he was born, the fabric soft from a hundred washes. you’re wearing his gym shorts too, the elastic long gone, the hem brushing mid-thigh. they smell like him—faint detergent, motor oil and the ghost of marlboro reds.

daeron is a furnace on top of you.

he’s sprawled, all wiry, his full weight pinning you to the cushions. one of his legs is thrust decisively between yours, a heavy, jean-clad bar of pressure that makes your breath hitch. his sweaty hair, the pale silver blond darkened to damp honey by sweat, sticks to his forehead and temples. his ocean blue eyes, usually so distant and storm-cool, are hazy and lazy.

“you’re suffocating me,” you gasp, pushing weakly at his shoulder. it’s like pushing against sun-warmed sheet metal. he doesn’t budge.

“am i?” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that vibrates through your chest. he sounds utterly unconcerned. he shifts, settling his weight more deliberately, and brings his hands up to your face. this is his obsession. in a world of things that break—cars, promises, families—your face is something he can hold. his thumbs bracket your jaw, his calloused fingers splaying across your cheeks. he squeezes gently, making your lips purse automatically.

“there,” he says, almost to himself. he studies your mouth like it’s a puzzle he’s already solved but likes revisiting. then he kisses you.

his lips are warm, insistent. you can taste it immediately—the sharp, ashy tang of cigarettes. you turn your head to the side, breaking the kiss with a grimace. “ugh, daeron. you taste like an ashtray.”

a slow, dangerous smirk touches his lips, the one that doesn’t reach his stormy eyes. it’s the look he gets right before he does something you’ll complain about but secretly crave. “tough,” he rumbles. “my trailer. my couch. my ashtray.” he punctuates each claim with a brief, biting kiss to your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, refusing to let you escape his hold. “my girl.”

you squirm, but his leg between yours presses up, a shock of sensation that makes you gasp instead of protest. he takes advantage, capturing your mouth again, licking the complaint right off your lips. this time you don’t pull away. the taste of him—smoke, cheap coffee, and something uniquely, essentially daeron.

he kisses you until you’re pliant beneath him, until your hands stop pushing and instead clutch at the sweaty fabric of his own worn t-shirt. only then does he release your face, his thumbs stroking once, almost apologetically, over the spots he’d been squeezing.

but he doesn’t stop moving. he’s a force of nature, this boy with a dragon inked on his arm and a kingdom of rusted auto parts. he trails his mouth down, down your throat, licking the salt from your skin. he noses aside the worn fabric of ‘your’ shirt, his lips and tongue charting a path over your collarbone, the swell of your breast through your thin bra, the quivering plane of your stomach.

he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his shorts you’re wearing, the ones swimming on your hips. he pauses, his breath hot on your lower belly, just above the frayed edge. his eyes flick up to yours. in them, you see that mock sympathy —a cruel, knowing glint. he sees how bothered you are, how your skin is flushed, how your breaths are shallow little pants that sync with the useless whir of the fan.

“hot, ain’t it?” he says, his voice gravelly. he’s not talking about the weather.

before you can form a retort, he yanks the shorts down just enough, just a few inches, and dips his head. he doesn’t kiss you there, not yet. he just presses his forehead against that tender, hidden place, his damp hair tickling your skin. he inhales, deeply, as if memorizing the scent of you mixed with the heat and his own laundry soap. it’s an act of such possession that it steals the air from your lungs.

his hands come back to your face, one cupping your cheek, the other tangling in your hair, holding you still for his gaze. he looks at you like you’re the only sweet thing in his entire broken world. like he’d drink you down if he could.

“daeron,” you whisper, a plea and a surrender all at once.

that’s all he needs. the mock sympathy melts away, replaced by something else entirely. “i know,” he says, and it sounds like both a curse and a prayer. then he moves lower, his mouth finding its true destination and the only sound left is the fan’s futile whir and the choked, broken sound of your own voice calling his name into the heavy summer dark.

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“Fucks sake girl,” he laughed a bit because he already had one of his dirty boots off before you started bitching. He didn’t poke you any more than that, which was the smart thing to do. Ever ounce of body language you had was shouting that you were needing a break.

“I gotta talk to you about somethin’ honey.” His hand pushing down your frazzled hair on the crown of your head as he reached down to pick up Daisy as she pulled on his jeans and stepped on his foot.

“you been bad for your momma?” He asked the little tike. She looked just like his brother, small face, bright hair, beyond mischievous smirk! But she called him dad, knew him as her father, Aerion wasn’t there, he hadn’t been around since half a year old.

“fucking running me up the wall.” You groan while leaning back into the couch head flopping back to look at him. Your brow raised a moment later, he looked to happy. Nobody looked that happy after getting off work.

“Tell me.” You blinked, hands coming up to rub over your swollen stomach. You were almost 8 months. A boy according to the scans that were stuck to the refrigerator. He was a big baby as well, you just assumed it was because Daeron was so much taller than Aerion so your stomach had to get bigger to make more room.

“why don’t,” he squatted down, putting daisy back down by her toys and flipped the tv on getting it to a kids channel as he nodded for you to head back to the bedroom.

You would of rather just stayed sat here but with a sigh and a lot of physical effort you pulled yourself up and walked to the back bedroom sitting on the edge of the squeaky bed and then laying back fully. When he got daisy settled and distracted Daeron walked into the back bedroom shutting the door. You had to do a hit of a crunch to see him over your belly. Brow raising when the door clicked close.

He hasn’t been able to get much more than a blowjob as of late and with the day you had just experience you weren’t feeling like his luck was about to change.

“Aerion came home.” You sat up fully at that. Pulse fast.

“what?” Eyes wild and wide. “What the fuck!” You found your feet but was unsure what for. You didn't want to see him, you wanted him to stay away, wanted him to remain some person daisy didn’t know. You wanted to keep playing house with Daeron. “Fuck!” That last one was exhausted and scared and your hands rubbed up and down your face.

“He’s not coming back here.” He motioned at the trailer. “Not coming back for you or our girl.” You swallowed because even if that was the outcome you wanted now it still did hurt to be tossed aside.

“Honey-“ Daeron grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into his shoulder kissing the side of your head. “Hon, I got him to sign the papers.” He whispered. You’d sent the divorce papers a dozen times and never gotten any response, which was sort of understandable because from you guys knew he never stayed in one place long. Drugs sort of did that to a person. Destabilized them.

“Really?” You swallowed the ball of anxiety down and pulled back some to look at him as he pulled the rolled up papers out of his back pocket and passed them over.

“gods,” you smiled flipping the papers over seeing his signature. “You really fucking pinned him down. I….i can’t believe this.” You were beaming so wide that your cheeks ached. His thumb rubbed against the tensing muscle and he nodded with a Smirk, he was pretty smitten with his own efforts as well. It hadn’t been easy.

“I love ya honey,” he reminded while you were still looking at the papers with amazement. You could finally fucking move on, finally feel less like a piece of shit for being married to a guy while being with his brother…while having a kid with his brother. “A lot.” He explained and took a step back, hand fishing into his pocket and pulling out a little ring. It didn’t have a box, it wasn’t new.

“Daeron-“ you exhaled fully, papers dropping because you had covered your mouth. “That’s-shit that’s…” you knew that ring. It was his mama’s. “Y-your…you want me to marry you?” The baby was kicking so much, the tv was loud in the other room and the ceiling fan was slow so you were hot as shit in here. Everything had been overwhelming and now all of a sudden it felt quiet, slow, easy. The weight of today being so overstimulated just ceased to exist.

“Let me get the damn question out.” He laughed and held the ring out a bit more, raking one of your hands, holding it right near your belly. “I love you, for way longer than I should have.” He started and you blinked hard because your eyes felt watery. “I think you liked me for longer than you were suppose ta to.” He squeezed your hand and leaned forward pressing a kiss to your stomach. “I want to make a decent woman outta you, make you my wife, make daisy my daughter, make it so this baby, our baby only knows a world where his mamma and daddy are married and stable and fucking love the shit out of one another.”

You were nodding the entire time he spoke, eyes looking to the ring when you couldn’t keep looking at his pretty blue eyes and also keep your compose.

“I love you.” You whispered hand pushing his hair back.

“Honey, marry me?”

You beamed pratically smushing him against the floor as you kissed him and he stumbled back because your belly bopped him backwards.

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you!” You attacked his neck with kisses. “Fuck, I love ya.”

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