dreary-eyed dreamgirl

cove’s heart can hardly take it.. he can’t believe you really decided to spend the week at his house instead of with your parents. seriously, how did he get so lucky?

he missed you so much.. he was devastated when you decided to go to a college out of state, but he knew he couldn’t force you to stay and he wasn’t ready to follow you, even though he wanted to.

cove wipes his face with a towel and hums a tune as he flips off the light in the bathroom, grabbing some blankets and a pillow from the closet so he can make his place on the floor next to you.

although, he wishes he was sleeping in bed with you, arms wrapped around your waist and burying his nose in your neck so he can smell your body wash up close, your warmth burning against his body…

but he’s glad you allowed him to sleep in the same room tonight. after all, you guys are adults now. some women would have thought twice about sharing a bedroom with their male best friend. it’s just a simple fact, he’s a man with needs and desires, and you’ve always been so gorgeous, even more so now that you’ve gotten older, grown into your features and found your style.

you’re so brilliant too, and talented.. truly, he doesn’t know how you have gone this long without knowing the extent of his crush on you.

it’s not even a crush anymore, that would be putting it lightly. his feelings for you are much greater than a crush, it’s even deeper than love. cove is completely, and utterly devoted to you. he is loyal to you and you only. you are the only one for him.

he couldn’t dream of being with anyone else, he wishes so badly that you’d look at him like that too.. but even if you don’t, he will stay devoted to you either way.

as long as you don’t give anyone else your affections.. he truly doesn’t know what he’ll do if you find someone else. cove is pretty sure he couldn’t handle it if you started seeing someone else.

you have had crushes before, you even called yourself going on a date with someone from your school.. but thankfully, it went nowhere.

he really doesn't know what he would do if you started dating someone seriously.. but that's a thought cove refuses to linger on or entertain.

no matter what, he intends to be the only one in your heart. if you could have even a sliver of love and devotion for him as he does for you.. he'd be so happy his heart would surely burst!

but cove doesn't let that dampen his joy, tonight is the first day of your stay, he has plenty of time left to spend with you, who knows what could happen in that time. maybe you'll even realize how much you missed him and decide to stay with him, what a nice thought.~

cove carefully opens the door to his bedroom, trying to be gentle as he makes his way to the center of the room…

but of course, you always throw him for a loop.

the two of you haven’t shared a bed or a room in years, as your parents quietly banned sleepovers between you two as you got older because they knew of cove’s “crush” on you, but they also knew, that while he was a reserved, respectful, and sweet boy. he had turned into a man at some point, the changes in his hormones made his eyes wander lower than was respectful, he found himself wondering what sex was like, what (your) a woman’s touch felt like, and his mind conjured up wet dreams and forced him into a cold shower to quell the heat under his skin.

at some point, these little desires started to bubble up, and they sat in a hot cauldron at the bottom of his stomach, waiting to be drunk from. and his crush turned into, unadmittedly, an unhealthy love for you.

he worships the ground you walk on, every step you take and every olive branch you offer to him and every piece of affection you give is like god shining a light on him, offering their brilliant gift. you are the light in what was supposed to be a dark, difficult time. he loves you, of course he does.

you have been the center of his affections for years and will be for years to come.

so of course he didn’t know that you still slept so wildly, all the times he snuck into your room, he hasn’t caught you in such a vulnerable position since you were children and wild sleeping positions were simply part of the equation.

but you must’ve gotten comfortable sleeping in a big bed of your own. and now.. you are in his bed, wearing the tiniest slip and your body is spread out like a feast laid upon a grand table. truly.. the way you take up space in his bed, it must be an offering given to him by you.

this.. must be a sign of something, right? who sleeps in their best friend's bed, wearing a cute little slip dress and between that, and your wild sleeping habits, your adorable little panties are exposed..

cove feels his heart rate pick up, subconsciously licking his dry lips as he lets his eyes wander down your body…

he lets the blankets drop down to the floor, feeling a heat burn at the bottom of his stomach as he takes one, two, three, four steps towards the bed.. walking carefully, stepping up to the presentable of your beautiful person until he has to carefully, gently, sink himself between your legs, wary of every creak bedframe and groan of the mattress.

but you’re asleep like a rock, and cove takes the chance.. you’re so beautiful, so lovely and sweet. and now you’re laid out like him before this, your cunt hidden behind one little layer of fabric and you are just inches away from him..

cove has never gotten this close to you while you slept before.. sure, he’s snuck into your room for a late night chat, excursion, or to sleep next to you. he even has snuck in to take a pair of your panties once, an inclination he tried to resist after the first time but of course he couldn’t help but take littles pieces of you from time to time…

you were always so close to him and are the center of his affections, he can’t help but feel inclined to your things.. he just wants you at all times. so sure, he has taken your bikini bottoms and used them to stroke his cock, and he took the first pair of risque panties you ever bought and buried his nose in them, stroking his cock so hard and so much before he returned them that he was sensitive for hours.

but he’s never buried his nose against your cunt, of course he hasn’t. what if you woke up? or one of your mom’s walked in. he could never take such a risk, it was a step he wasn’t willing to take.

cove shuffles his body around until he’s between your legs, his nose just inches away from your cunt. if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re such a heavy sleeper, you would’ve woken up from his heavy breathing blowing against your thighs alone. he’s like an animal, drooling at the sight of it’s food sprawled before him.

he holds onto your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders so he can feel the weight and warmth of them on either side of his ears, leaning forward until his nose is squished against your cunt.

he inhales deeply, his eyes closing as he takes in the smell of your body wash and the smell of your musk, your warmth amplifies your scent and it’s driving cove crazy.

cove tries to watch you from his place between your thighs, worried you’ll wake up.. but certainly not concerned enough because he starts to mouth at the fabric of your panties as if he’s trying to makeout with your cunt, his fingers tightening around your thighs, squishing the flesh in his hands..

“god..” cove groans into your pussy, the vibrations making your leg bounce and your hips buck up, bumping your clit against his nose, unintentionally grinding against his face.

cove can’t help the moan that follows, burying himself impossibly deeper into your cunt and running his tongue over the fabric, craning his neck to suck on your clit instead of mouthing at your entrance like a gluttonous, desperate puppy.

his spit soaks the fabric, and he sucks harshly on your clit. the force of it would wake any normal person up, but you sleep through it, little moans and hums of pleasure slipping from your lips as you continue sleeping, your body grinding back on his face by itself.

cove pulls away from your cunt, and you huff, your hips grinding against thin air.

it makes cove laugh quietly, your body is so desperate for him and you don’t even consciously know it. you need him, your body, heart, mind, and soul needs him and somehow you don’t know it.

you must be coming around to the realization though, because at dinner you admitted to missing him terribly and feeling a bit awkward making friends with others because they were so different from him and your mutual friends.

you said you were so used to going home and knowing that your best friend was just across the street, that going back to your new home was an adjustment you painstakingly made.

that made cove so happy.. he had to hide his wide smile behind his sandwich, otherwise he’s sure you would’ve known every thought he was having at that moment. of course, you still noticed his hot cheeks, but you don’t know just how happy he was, mistaking it for embarrassment at such indirect praise.

even if it’s the last thing he does, by the end of this trip you will know just how much you need him. how much you love him..

for now, he continues showering your cunt in the love he’s only dreamt of giving it before now.

he pulls away from your cunt,carefully moving so he can pull your panties off.

cove puts your panties in the pocket of his sweatpants, stowing them away and just hoping you won’t remember going to sleep with them on. you were so tired after all, while cove was washing the dishes, you could hardly hold a conversation with him. so if he takes a little souvenir from tonight.. you wouldn’t know any better.

cove sits between your legs, admiring your pussy.. he only imagined having you like this.

well.. in his fantasies, you were awake and begging him to please take care of you, to give you more.. but. this is a fine alternative. you have the rest of your lives to do things like this.

cove inches closer, his hot breath blowing against your wet cunt, making you squirm but you don’t wake.

he takes it further, too far deep to back out now..

his tongue makes contact with you wet slit, running his flat up from your needy entrance to your hard clit, latching onto the bud and sucking.

“ah!” you cry out, and cove immediately pulls off your clit, his heart beating terribly fast as he waits for what feels like hours for you to sit up and yell, maybe even slap him.

but… you don’t.

nothing happens, you’re just as still as you were a few minutes ago, and you don’t make any other sounds beyond your regular breathing as you continue sleeping..

cove knows he should stop. he’s taken too much, he’s going too far now. but.. your cunt is right there, so wet and pink and begging for him to kiss it.

he couldn’t possibly stop now, and that’s why he gives his tongue back in, taking your clit between his lips and running circles over your clit with the muscle, his spit running from his mouth down your cunt as he continues the assault on your unsuspecting clitours.

your hips jump and your legs sometimes bump against his back, even gracing his ears with a lazy moan or mewl, but you really do show no signs of waking.

cove goes lower, satisfied with the increased reaction he’s getting from abusing your clit. but if he keeps teasing the sensitive bud, there is no way you won’t wake up. so he moves down to your drooling hole, licking up the mix of your fluids and his spit.

cove moans at the taste. you taste like heaven, he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to go about his days since there is no way he could get away with this twice, and there is no way you’ll react calmly to him asking to eat you out because “i ate you out while you slept, can i do it again?” is not an acceptable thing to hear from your best friend.

but that is a problem he can deal with on his own. he’s spent hours missing you when you’d go out with your family without him during your childhood, and he’s spent these last few months missing you since you left for college.

that just means he has to take all he can from your pliant body tonight, while he still can.

cove dips his tongue into your cunt, your taste flooding his tongue as he delves deeper into your pussy, his tongue exploring the ridges of your wet, gummy walls and navigating the path of your insides.

you whimper, and your pussy clenches around cove’s tongue, slick gushing out into his mouth.

cove moans, the vibrations shooting through you and your hips grind down on his tongue, a little huff coming from your mouth. even though you’re reacting, you’re still asleep and unable to push back against the sensation you think is just a dream.

cove wonders what you’re dreaming of.. are you dreaming of him eating you out? of him fucking you, pleasuring you until all you can see is stars and only muster to scream his name?

god. he needs you so bad, he loves you so much..

his cock is painfully hard in his sweats, something he’s just now aware of. he had entirely forgot about himself, deeply lost in the raw smell of your cunt and taste of your arousal.

but his two senses weren’t the only ones pleased, his cock is throbbing in his sweats, pre leaking and staining his pants. if you awoke, you would be able to see the large outline of his cock against his thigh, his pants clinging to his wet tip.

cove huffs into your pussy, pulling his cock out blindly with his free hand, almost tearing the drawstring before he finally frees his cock from the confines of his bottoms.

he takes his cock in his hand, moaning into your cunt and earning a moan from you as well as the relief and pleasure comes over him, giving his cock long, slow strokes, circling your clit with his thumb and mirroring the action on his cockhead…

this must be what heaven looks like.

getting to be buried in your cunt while he masturbates? this is so much better than your panties.. truly, he will become insatiable after this, how could ever let you go when you could stay here, with him, and let him indulge himself between your legs, showering you with love and devotion day in and day out.

“fuck…” cove mumbles into your pussy, fluids running down his chin but he keeps going, intent to make your body remember what he’s doing to you.

cove pumps his fist faster, eating you out with enthusiasm, the wet sounds from all the spit and slick are loudly bouncing off the walls. cove isn’t being mindful about the noise at all, his one track mind focused only on tasting your cunt and making you cum.

he’s not worried about waking you up at all, the wet sounds of his slurping, smacking, and squelching from your sopping wet cunt are so loud in his ears, the world is asleep and so are you. as far as cove is concerned, time is frozen and he is taking advantage of it.

it wouldn’t be surprising if you woke up, and somehow.. even though he was so worried about it, he wants you to wake up.

he wants you to wake up because of the filthy sounds and moans coming from between your legs, the fapping sound of cove beating his dick to pieces is so distinct. there’s no way you wouldn’t know what was happening from that alone, let alone the feeling of cove’s hungry mouth devouring your cunt.

his tongue is long, and his hunger is truly insatiable. always snacking on little treats, getting seconds and thirds at dinner. cove knows how to eat, and he’s been waiting for this day when he could feast on your cunt.

the smell of your hot cunt stuffs his nose and your sweet, viscous juices saturating his tongue..

cove’s eyes are glassed over, looking up to see if there’s any movement from you.

but you’re sleeping so peacefully.. you’re a bit sweaty and your face contorted in pleasure, your lips parted and eyes scrunched as you let this “dream” take care of you, still giving weak thrusts of your hips on cove’s tongue as you try to chase the pleasure you’re feeling.

cove feels his balls tighten, huffs of air from his nose blowing against your drenched pussy. he’s so close to cumming but he doesn’t stop slithering his tongue as deep as he can, pressing his tongue against the spongy spot that makes your hole tighten and flutter around his tongue, thrusting his tongue in and out of your pussy, the sound of your wetness echoing from between your legs.

you’re starting to make more noise, and your heavy, unconscious body seems like it’s responding more.

cove should be more scared that you’re going to wake up from what he thinks is you approaching orgasm, but he’s not. he wants you to cum. wants to taste you, devour you.

he’ll worry about the consequences of tonight later. maybe the guilt of taking advantage of your body will come crashing on him like it did when he came on a photo he had of the two of you at the beach, the image of his cum painting the little photo of you- in that cute bikini and your arm around cove- is still vivid. or the guilt he felt when he stole your panties from your laundry hamper the first time..

his love for you is simply too much for his heart to bare. he loves you, he loves you so much..

he just wants you to know that, he wants you to love him back but he wants you to be happy. and he loves making you feel happy, loves making you feel good.

you must feel so good right now.. you’re probably dreaming of him between your legs and this dream will stick with you even once you wake up.

the thought of that pleases cove… maybe you’ll still be aroused when you wake up, and buoyed by your dream, you’ll ask him to make you cum for real..

the thought makes cove’s eyes roll and flutter shut.

he needs this to happen again. needs to made you cum again, touch you, and please you and kiss you. he wants to kiss you so bad.. wants to leave hickeys on you and engrave his name on every inch of your body, especially inside your body.

god.. maybe you’ll let him fuck you, your body spread underneath him as he feeds inch after inch of his dick into you, the two of you becoming connected..

that’s all he wants. he just wants you two to be connected, inseparable.

cove moans around your pussy again, his hand gripping his shaft tightly as he loses himself in all the fantasies in his head. he’s losing his mind, boarding on pussy drunk with every drop of your delicious slick that flows down his throat.

cove circles your clit harder, faster, his tongue thrusting in and out of your drenched insides. he’s going to cum, he wants, needs you to cum with him. pre runs over cove’s fist, the wet sounds in the room increasing, quickening as he nears the end and he intensely focuses on savoring every inch and drop of slick your pussy has to offer.

“hah- ahh..!” you gasp, your breathing picking up as you near your end. “cuh- cove..” you sigh, and that pushes cove over the edge, his body tensing up and his fist closed tightly over his cockhead, trying to catch his thick, bountiful load but even though he’s saved the blanket, his cum runs down his length and thick globs fall from his fist, staining his dark sweatpants.

your pussy convulses around his tongue and thighs tremble, your pussy gushing slick on cove’s tongue as you finish..

cove licks up your slick, licking your drenched, puffy folds and clit even though your body jerks from the sensitivity. he pulls back, licking his lips and wiping away the spit on his chin.

there’s spit and your own fluids all over your cunt and ass,the blanket is even a bit damp from all of your sweet and cove’s spit.

cove sits back on his knees, trying to catch his breath and watching you, waiting to make sure you’re still sound asleep before he gets up, pulling up his pants and wiping his hand on them, already knowing they need to be thrown with the dirty laundry before you could see them.

he tugs down your dress, hoping that by the time you wake up, you simply chalk up the mess between your thighs to a “dream” you thought you were having and he fixes you to be positioned in the middle of the bed, your body just as heavy and limp as it was when he walked in.

cove brushes his hand against your cheek.. you’re still deep in sleep, true to your nature as ever. you look more peaceful now than you did earlier, and cove preens at the idea that he made you feel good, even if you don’t consciously know it..

cove pulls away from you, only after pressing a kiss to your forehead and he quietly but quickly takes some fresh pajama pants from his dresser drawer, sneaking to the bathroom.

he takes long strides to the bathroom, careful of every creak of the floor and shutting the door as quietly as possible, leaning against it…

cove sighs, melting into the door as he tries to calm his beating heart..

he can’t believe it.. he really got to touch your cunt.. the taste of you lingers on his tongue, your wetness dried on his digit and he remembers his little souvenir, pulling your panties from his pocket..

cove can’t help it in his state of euphoria, holding the cloth to his nose and inhaling sharply.

babysitter!cove who watches your son while you and your husband go on a date for your 8th wedding anniversary. 

babysitter!cove who brings you coffee and lunch while you work from home, trying not to think about how good you look with your reading glasses on.

babysitter!cove who looks through pictures with your son because he wanted cove to see how pretty his mommy is.

and your son is right, you're already so gorgeous but fuck if you aren't ethereal in the pictures from your college days and all the air leaves his lungs when he sees how stunning you looked in your wedding photos.

babysitter!cove who knows he shouldn't cross the line, but you're so magnetizing and he wishes he could have just a piece of you.. for one second.. because your husband really does not appreciate you.

he's always working late hours, he doesn't return your kiss or even look happy about it. it's confusing, because if he was your husband, he'd give you a thousand kisses before you could walk out the door, and he'd take you out on a real date for your anniversary. 

babysitter!cove who puts your son to bed and runs into you when he’s leaving the sleeping boy. and he joins you for a drink at your prompting.. he didn’t need any insisting, your eyes looked tired and your body was exuding exhaustion.

he takes the glass of wine from you, noticing yours is heavier than his but he doesn’t comment on it..

babysitter!cove who forces himself to stop looking at your pantyhose clad legs, and he feels his heart jump when both your heels are kicked off your feet and thrown to the floor.

and he forces himself to relax when you curl up on the couch next to him.. trying to ignore how your body makes the couch dip and he sinks with it. and he struggles to not bury his nose in your neck because your perfume smells so fucking good he has to start thinking about something disgusting to keep his throbbing cock from hardening..

babysitter!cove who lets you ramble and vent about work. you’re tired, and the projects never end but you keep working because you want to provide for your family, you want your son to have comfort and zero worries.

but you also want to be there to watch him grow up, and even though cove is truly lovely, you had so much guilt about hiring a sitter and even more guilt when you found yourself taking advantage of the help, allowing yourself to work for another five minutes, then another thirty, and finally another hour.

babysitter!cove who assures you you’re doing a great job. you still make room for your son’s extracurriculars and you put off your work to help him with his homework when you’re not in the office.

babysitter!cove who tenses when the conversation moves onto your husband… and how you groan and roll your eyes at the mention of his name.. it makes his heart pick up. he knows this is stepping into a territory he can’t back out of and yet he urges you to go on.. it’s okay, he.. he won’t say anything to your husband… are you okay?

babysitter!cove who listens to you almost enthusiastically rave about the affair your husband had during your pregnancy, and how stupid you were to forgive him. he assures you you weren’t stupid, you wanted your family together and that is not stupid.

and you assure that he hasn’t cheated since, he tries to be loving. tries to be the husband you thought he was. but he doesn’t kiss you back, and his idea of taking you out is taking you out to one of his fancy work functions and he doesn’t look at you in the car, let alone talk. and that even with another body in the bed, you go to sleep cold.

babysitter!cove who is silent for awhile.. than he says, the wine and carnal desires fueling his every move, pushing him over the edge into oblivion.

“i wouldn’t do that to you…”

babysitter!cove who tells you about how good he’d treat you if he was your husband, how he’d take care of you and he’d work hard to provide so you can work as little as you want.

babysitter!cove who finds himself leaning into you… your eyes and puffy, wine-soaked lips are drawing him in and he finds himself on top of you, kissing you senseless and your hands are up his baggy t-shirt, and he’s running his big hand over your butt and hips, trying to find the zipper of your skirt.

babysitter!cove who whines when you push against his chest. please, please, please..  let him make you feel good. he wants to service you.. just give him a chance, just one chance and you don’t have to return the favor or do anything. just let him take care of you for tonight and you can go back to your husband for the rest of your days..

“please y/n..” cove pants, his voice breathy and whiny. he’s desperate. he’s anxious too, he knows he should probably start looking for a new job tonight because there is no way you’re going to keep letting him come around your home when he’s made an advance on you..

“i promise i’ll make you feel good, just let me.. let me eat you out..” he begs, his eyes wide and pearly and he looks like a puppy who just wants one little snack..

you sit up, forcing him to release you from the cage of his arms, and he’s afraid you’re going to throw him out or worse. but.. but then your shirt flies out of your hands, landing somewhere to the side of the couch, and you pull down the skirt that cove kindly unzipped for you.

you lay back, left only in your undergarments and your garter and tights.

“come here.. show me how good you can make me feel.”

babysitter!cove who dives into your cunt. licking your pretty folds, nuzzling your nosy clit with his tongue after he parts your pussy with his thumbs, in awe of how fucking pretty your cunt is, and in disbelief that you’re actually letting him do this..

he buries himself in your cunt, his tongue slipping into your weeping entrance and he lets out the loudest, deepest moan he can, the vibrations shooting through you and forcing a moan out of you that you try to muffle with your hand but the pleasure still zaps through you, your lashes fluttering and legs jumping..

babysitter!cove who is burying his tongue so deep in your cunt that you think he’s trying to scoop out your insides for all the slick they’re worth. he doesn’t even sink his fingers into your cunt until you cum at least once, your thighs pressed against his head, your legs crossed behind his neck as he slurps your slick, moaning into your clit and encouraging you to grind back on his face and mess up his hair as much as you want.

babysitter!cove who licks his lips, wiping his chin as he takes in your spent body.. your chest heaving as you try to come back down to earth and your thighs are still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

cove tries to calm his beating heart, but fuck.. he can’t believe he just ate out his employer, the mother of the kid he’s responsible for watching every day.

“was that.. was that okay?” cove prompts.. afraid but eager for what you’ll say.

his cock is straining against his pants, begging to be let out from his tight boxers and jeans and get a taste of your delicious cunt.. he knows not to ask for too much. but fuck.. instead of quelling his fantasies, tonight has only furthered where his mind will wander tonight.

“cove..” you pant, removing your hands from over your face and revealing your lewd expression and heavy eyes, thick with lust..

“put it in.. i.. i want more.”

babysitter!cove who could cry when you say that, too ashamed to admit now the desperate moan that came from the base of his throat when you allowed him to do more.

babysitter!cove who pulls off his clothes, spreading them around the living room. if you husband came in now you two would be fucked… but he doesn’t care, he can’t bring himself to.

not with your wet, hot cunt wrapped around his long, thick digits and your breast in his mouth, trying not to leave marks on your skin but he’s happy to know that some will last for at least a couple days. he almost hopes your husband sees that he left his mark on you, his wife.

and he definitely doesn’t care about the glittering ring on your finger when you insist he fucks you without a condom. but he still wishes you were his…

cove collapses into your neck when his cock sinks into your cunt, the raw feeling of your wet, ribbed walls gripping his cock and clenching when he pushes against that delicious spot deep inside your cunt, forcing your cunt to make room there for his fat, perfect mushroom tip.

“ohh, fuck..” cove whimpers, clinging onto you.. his arms wrapped tightly around you.

he waits for several breathes and many hard thumps of his ecstatic heart.

he feels like he could bust any minute now.. he’s so desperate, and he’s elated that you’re letting him have the privilege of sinking his cock into your married pussy. you feel amazing, and you’re so gorgeous.. he doesn’t know what to do with himself after tonight but he hopes this isn’t a one time thing.

“i.. i wanna marry you..” cove pants, startling himself when he says that, and he knows it startles you when he feels you tighten your legs around his waist, your breath hitching.

“i wish i was older.. i would take care of you, i’d work so hard for you and our son..” he starts to ramble.. if he wasn’t getting himself into trouble, he was now. because he just can’t stop telling you how he wishes he would’ve met you first and married you, took care of you and loved you and call you his.

you’re silent the entire time, and he wants to cry but before he could even think to pull out, you grab his face between both your hands and force him to look at your with wide, watery blue eyes. “fuck me, cove. make me your wife..” you caress his cheek, your lips brushing together as you lean in.. “and make me a mommy again…”

he must look confused, or stunned, or maybe just both because you say what he can’t believe you’re implying.

“cum inside me, honey..”

babysitter!cove who whimpers loudly, hoping that sound didn’t wake up your son, when you say that. he can’t believe it.. you’re really letting him cum inside you. you’re letting him, someone ten years your junior, paint your hot, and certainly still fertile insides with his cum.

and you’re letting him call you his wife, you’re clinging onto his shoulders and taking every long, deep thrust like a champ and still telling him to give you more.

babysitter!cove who intends to live up to the task. he will take advantage of it. he needs to make you come again, and he needs to bury his cum so deep inside your willing pussy until you’re having his baby.

he wants you to have his baby so bad. he needs it. he needs you. he can’t live without you now.. all the little moments leading up to this that he does not have enough time in the world to recount.

he can’t let you slip away, not when he’s one good fuck from convincing you to leave your husband and be with him instead.

cove pulls himself up so he can get into a better position, not shushing your whines as he takes your legs in his hands, spreading them wide and making the most room he can for his body..

“what’re you- oh, fuck!” you cry, cove’s hips smacking against the back of your thighs and the pace he sets is like he’s bullying your insides. he drops one of your legs to rub your clit, running figure eights around it as he stuffs you with his thick length, the fluids between you making obscene noises in the vast space of your living room.

“can i.. hnng- can i really cum inside?” he double checks because he cannot stop now. he needs to cum inside of you or else he’s pretty sure he’ll die.

but it takes you awhile to respond, all you can manage is moans and cries of “cove!” and “oh, god!” when he cock hits a mind numbing spot inside your cunt.

“yes! fuck, oh fu- cove, please!” you sob, digging your nails into the couch. “cum inside me- al- ready..!”

you can hardly get it out, your body bouncing with every thrust of his cock into your heat. you can’t think, you almost feel like you can’t breathe. your body and mind is so easily taken over by cove, your five senses fill with nothing but him and the pleasure he’s giving you..

cove groans, his head falling as he feels himself coming closer and closer to the edge..

“i’m gonna- i’m!” he can’t even warn you before he’s shooting his load inside you, pushing his cock as deep as he can, giving weak twitches of his hips as he works through his orgasm..

your cunt clenches around him as well, your legs thrashing and clenching around his waist as you come undone, an obscene moan falling from your lips and your eyes rolling so far back you’re sure you’ve seen heaven…

babysitter!cove who finally pulls out, his cum immediately overflowing from your cunt and pooling on the leather cushion..

he can’t tear his eyes away from the scene. you're sweaty and disheveled, cum dripping out of you, thoroughly fucked and pleased.

his head feels like it could bust, and he can already feel his cock twitching against his thigh with arousal.. he doesn't realize it but he finds himself pushing his fingers into your cunt, trying to plug you back up with his cum.

"cove... cove."

he looks up at you, not realizing that while you look absolutely wrecked, he looks worse than you. his mind is totally sex obsessed and you and your sexy body is the only thing on his mind. "y-yes?"

you roughly hum the tune to sebastian’s closing song while you mix a round of dirty martinis for the trio of college girls at the bar top, giggling and leaning into each other, already a couple drinks into the night. you strain the drinks into the glass, putting a couple olives into each drink.

“enjoy your night, ladies.” you smile, adding the drinks to their tab while they magnetize to the dance floor. 

“ugh.. that was terrible!” abigail moans, falling into a stool and snatching some napkins from the dispenser to wipe at her sweaty face. sebastian and sam follow, sam patting abigail’s shoulder solemnly but sebastian leans over the counter, trying to be heard over the loud pop music being played. “lemme get a black russian!”

you throw a thumbs up, grabbing a short glass and shoveling in some ice cubes before pouring coffee liqueur into your jigger, over the ice, then followed by vodka. you lean over the counter to talk to sebastian, “that was a nice song you wrote, seb. i guess you do know how to write a good song!”

sebastian smiles lazily. you already teased him weeks before this that the only song he could write would be an emo song, being true to his image and all. “damn right it was.” he grins over his drink, nursing it for a while before he takes a smoke.

you turn to sam and abigail, the two of them looking far more dejected than sebastian. sebastian took the band seriously, but he was far more comfortable with the lackluster crowd than these two. you offer a sympathetic smile to them. “you’ll get ‘em next time, guys.”

you fix a whiskey sour for abigail, you can tell this is just her first drink of the night, and a blue hawaiian for sam, hoping the brightly colored drink will lift his spirits.

abigail takes the drink, taking a big swig of it before she launches into her dejected rant. “it’s like we’re invisible, y/n! damn near every bar we play at, no one pays attention!” she cries, her palm smacking against the countertop. she huffs, leaning on her elbow, her cheek squishing under her fist. “i don’t know why we bother anymore..”

sam whips his head around, “abby! don’t say that!” he looks defeated, and like he’s not entirely convinced with what he’s about to say, but is determined anyway. “we just.. we just need some better advertisement! and- and, more practice! yeah!”

he looks like he could cry, while abigail looks frustrated. “seriously, sam? we practice all the time. maybe.. maybe the band just isn’t gonna work.” sam looks troubled at that, stormy. you know that music is important to him, and he treasures being in a band with his friends..

you intervene before a fight could start. even if the two of them will make up before the night is over, you rather not deal with a wounded sam or abigail and receive a chewing from your manager. you barely convinced him to let them play tonight, if they get into a fight now, you can kiss your menial raise goodbye.

“alright alright, calm down you two.” you cut between them, taking their hands in yours, hopefully comforting but you doubt it. oh well, not much you can do for comfort from behind the bar. “you’ll be recognized soon, you just gotta be seen by the right people!”

they look unsure, and sam is a little flushed as he stares at your linked hands. you can’t tell if it’s just the lights, or the fact he was upset a second ago, but you don’t linger on the reason he’s suddenly so quiet.

you perk up, suddenly remembering one of your frequent customers. “hey! how about i pass your information to this guy. he works at music studio, maybe he can hook you up with a venue? get you guys on CD? maybe he’ll even take you on.” you smile, seeing your friends perk up already.

sam’s eyes are wide and starry, even sebastian looks interested, leaning forward to listen in. “you’ll do that for us?” he asks, his hand and cigarette box frozen half way out his pocket.

“yeah! i mean, i don’t know how high up he is, he stays to chat with me but i’m not fully in the conversation…” you laugh awkwardly at that.. between the music and doing your job, you miss his ramblings about his job, but you listen as best as you can, and he comes in frequently enough that you can piece together an image of who the man is.

“but he seems important. comes in with clients sometimes.” you shrug, “i can at least get you through the door.”

sam cheers at that, throwing his arm around sebastian, nearly making him drop his box of cigs at the sudden enthusiasm. abigail grins, taking both your hands in hers and bouncing a bit in her seat. “hell yeah! that’d be great!”

you laugh and squeeze her hands, happy to see your friends so excited. sam drags off sebastian, much to his dismay, but abigail sticks behind with you.

you turn to wipe up a spilt drink, waving off the persons apologies and asking if they’d like you to remake the drink. while you start mixing the mojito, you smile at abigail, checking in on her. “feel better now?”

she settles in her seat, buzzing with good energy. “yeah. i mean, i’m still upset about tonight.. there was hardly anyone listening to our music..” she frowns, tracing small drawings in the condensation on her glass. “but it’d be nice to get at least a little notoriety, y’know? we work hard to make our music.. plus this is really important to sam…” abigail rambles, her stress returning as she starts thinking about how poorly their music has been received. even though they post their music on the internet, they can’t break 100 views without their moms putting the songs on repeat.

you hum, breaking away from abigail to hand over the mojito and take someone else's order.

when you return, only briefly to give abigail a response to her worries, as the bar is starting to pick up and you’re about to be slammed. you reach across the countertop, taking her empty glass and you lean into her space.

“listen, i think you guys are great, it’s just a matter of time before you take off..” you reassure, you punctuate your next sentence by taking abigail’s hand. “but i get off in about a couple hours, if you wanna wait for me.. i’ll help cheer you up.”

abigail’s brows raise, but then she puts on a flirty smile and bats her lashes at you. “i’m holding you to that.” she intertwines your fingers, her eyes boring into you and it makes you feel hot.

“now let me get another drink. surprise me.”

when your shift ends, you rushed to meet abigail at her dad’s truck. you even ignored your managers budding complaint about you shutting your locker too hard, pushing the door to the outside open with haste and you find abigail sitting in the back of the truck.

you can see abigail has her head forward, a flush on her cheeks from all the drinking she did before she left the bar, and her phone illuminates her face, highlighting the arch of her nose and her frizzy hair. you smile, recalling seeing abigail dancing wildly with sam and sebastian on the dance floor.

you knock on the window, scanning the parking lot.

abigail leaned over and unlocked the door, pushing it open for you to get it, and the harsh push of the door startles you briefly, but you hop in, shutting and locking it once you’re squished next to abby in the old seat.

“hey.” you say, and abigail rests her head on your shoulder, snuggling into you and presumably closing her eyes. she mumbles back, “hey you..”

you sit in silence for a second, and you see abigail’s phone flash.

“where’s sam and sebastian? i thought they were with you.” you ask, a bit worried that abigail was sitting her by herself for awhile.

she lifts up the phone to read the text, but it’s more like she glances at it and focuses on talking to you. “sam wanted burgers, so sebastian left with him on his bike. told ‘em i was waiting for you…” abigail slurs a bit, torn between taking a nap and talking with you. you think you’re winning, but her heavy eyes are a tough competitor.

your brows frown at that, “is sebastian okay to ride?”

abigail shrugs, “yeah. he only had that one drink. you know smoking is his poison.” abby laughs, intertwining your hands and she starts tracing invisible designs on the back of your hand. “i think we should worry more about sam, he was drunk as shit..” she starts to giggle, and you chuckle lightly, but you do imagine sam’s drunk, clumsy self on the back of sebastian’s bike and it worries you.

“well what was that text? was it them?” you ask, curious. sebastian knew to stay off his phone while riding, but with sam, well you wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted a picture of sebastian driving with him on the back of his best friend's bike.

abby swipes across her phone a couple times, putting in her password and pulling up the chat. she shows you the screen. it’s a picture of the menu of a diner and before that is a picture sebastian took on sam’s phone, showing the blonde slumped in the booth.

“i told them to get us food too, so let’s head over there soon..” she picks up her head, leaning into your personal space. “i wanna spend time with you first though…”

you smile, and abigail smiles back. “you’re drunk.”

she shakes her head, her face is less flushed. “just buzzed. i’m just letting myself feel it.”

you hum, your eyes drifting from her eyes to her lips. her lips are plump and pink, and you can smell her shampoo with how close you are, and now her face is coming closer and now you can slightly smell the scent of her chapstick..

“strawberry..” you mumble out loud, your lips brush against hers when you speak, and she probably heard you because she goes, “just kiss me already, y/n.”

you lean in, closing the gap without question. your lips slot together perfectly, you try to keep a slow, gentle pace, but abigail slips her tongue into your mouth. she tastes like lime and strawberry, she tastes sweet and when she moves on from your lips to down the side of your neck, you're certain you've gotten a sugar high from that kiss.

your hands find their way around abigail’s body, your nails clawing at her denim vest as she nips and sucks on your tender, finding that tender spot at the base of your neck. it’ll leave a mark where everyone can see, but fuck if heat isn’t rushing to your cunt, and you’re definitely not complaining because you’re moaning so sweetly, arching into abigail’s lips as she kisses across your cleavage, showering the exposed skin in attention from her lips and tongue.

“a-abby..” you sigh and tremble, clawing at her shoulders as she squeezes your chest through your bra, having slipped her hand under your shirt at some point. “fuck.. you really wanna do this here..?”

abigail pulls away, her lips wet and a bit puffy from kissing you and sucking on your chest. she pulls herself up and into your lap, circling her arms around your neck. “it’s dark enough, and people are still in the bar. if you’re quick.. there won’t be a problem.” she smiles mischievously, satisfied with her counter argument.

and you’re not going to put up much of a fight at that. you have a pretty girl in your lap and you promised to make her feel better after the show, you’d be stupid to let her slip away before you can at least taste her.

you cup her face, diving into her lips again and pulling a muffled moan from abigail’s lips. you start pulling off her clothes, starting by pushing her vest off her shoulders and she throws it towards the floor. begrudgingly, you have to pull apart so she can pull off your shirt next.

she smiles, running her hands up your hips and over the back of your bra. “you’re so pretty.”

you kiss the side of her neck, smiling when she gasps and trembles. “thank you, pretty girl.” you kiss up her neck, sucking light hickeys into her porcelain skin. you don’t care that your friends will see the marks later and flush bright red and eye you knowingly, maybe even tease you. as if they have much room to talk, you bet they’re sitting in the furthest booth and sucking each other's faces off right now.

but abigail is rewarding you with breathy moans, her voice rumbling under your tongue and it’s heavenly.

you shift your body so your back is to the door of the car and you wrap your arms around abigail’s waist, slipping your hands under her shirt, her warm body against yours is making you sweat but you keep seeking her heat, your fingers itching to touch every inch of her skin.

you lean backwards, forcing her against the seat. “ah!” she startles, clinging onto your shoulders even as you start to move down, down, down..

you pushed her shirt above her breasts, showing off her lacy electric blue bra, and you’re even happier to see it’s a front clasp. “just lay back, pretty girl. let me take care of you..” you purr, your voice heavy with lust and vision hazy as you can only focus on her. every inch of her is tantalizing and hot and it’s addictive.

you pop the clasp, your hands immediately fondling her tits and finding your way to those pretty pierced nipples hiding under her clothes.

you remember when she got them, it was when you were hanging out with them on a fall day long pass and she wanted to do something fun, new, maybe even rebellious, for her birthday, but was nervous about doing it by herself and insisting that all three of you needed to come with, maybe even get a piercing with her in solidarity. and that’s how sebastian ended up with his labret, while sam was only brave enough to pierce one nipple, being too much of a baby to go through with piercing the other.

it was fun, and you’re sure the piercer hated taking in a walkin after sam yelped and almost ripped his nipple off in the middle of it.

but god if you aren’t loving her decision to get it done, the gems reflecting slightly in the dim moon light.. as if you needed to be more enticed to suck on her chest, your lips sucking and nipping at the skin before finally wrapping around her perky nipple, sucking and lapping your tongue over the sensitive bud.

“fuck..” abigail groans, her hips rocking into yours. you start working your way down, but not before leaving a mark on her sternum where only she will see. you kiss down her stomach, kissing past her belly button before you start unbuttoning her pants, starting to tug it down her butt.

she lifts her hips, trying to help you pull down her pants, and luckily she kicked her shoes off at some point before you came. you tug the pants down her legs, her panties coming with it, snatching the skinny jeans off when they try to get stuck on her ankles.

you lick your lips, feeling your cunt throb as you watch abigail’s wet cunt clench around nothing, her puffy clit begging you to suck on it.

“y/n..” abigail breathes out your name, her cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling with every breath…

you shush her soothingly, parting her thighs so you can sink between them, trying to arrange yourself comfortably on your knees.

your mouth immediately finds its way to her clit, running the flat of your tongue from her drooling hole to the tender bud.

“hah.. oh god..” abigail gasps, her hand fumbling for the hand you have on her thigh. “hurry up, y/n.”

you hum, the vibration making abigail’s legs tremble. you dip your tongue into her cunt, your nose nuzzling her clit as you bury your tongue as deep as you can, her juices pooling on your tongue.

you slip your finger in alongside your tongue, trying to create a rhythm between your tongue and finer.

“y/n..” abigail whines, her hand smacks the leather seat and the other finding your hair, trying to grind back on your tongue, moaning loudly when your finger and tongue bump against that delicious spot inside.

you slip in another finger, spit and slick already running down your chin when you pull away to suck on her clit, pumping your fingers in and out of her cunt, her wet pussy echoing throughout the car with her moans and cries.

spit runs from your mouth over your fingers, you aren’t afraid to admit you’re drooling all over her cunt, sucking shamelessly on her clit and curling your fingers against the spongy spot deep inside her walls, enjoying the way her cunt clenches and squelches around your fingers and how her chest heaves with every breath and wanton moan.

you pull away from her cunt, your fingers still slamming into her puffy walls as you steal a kiss from her open lips.

“mmgn…” she moans, her hips jumping from the onslaught of pleasure.

your tongue slips past her lips, her lips drunkenly following yours from muscle memory. all she can focus on is the pleasure and how your fingers feel in her cunt, each deep stroke and the impact of your fingertips bullying her g-spot..

her head falls back against the seat, sharply inhaling like the airs been knocked out of her chest. “i’m gonna- ohh, fuck! i’m gonna come!” her voice trembles and her eyes roll and eyelashes flutter.

“that’s it, come on my fingers, pretty girl.” you purr, nuzzling her neck as you try to keep up the pace, giving shallow thrusts into her cunt, not giving her g-spot a moment to breathe and before you know it her cunt is clenching tightly around your fingers, and her cunt soaks your palm with small, pathetic squirts of slick.

you keep grinding your fingers against her tight, wet walls, working her through her orgasm before pulling your sticky fingers out of her cunt, leaning back against the door of the truck, watching abigail try to catch her breath, an arm thrown over her face, hiding her flushed cheeks and sweaty face.

you pick your shirt off the center console, wiping your hand off on the inside of it before putting it on. “feel better now?”

abigail nods, “hell yeah..”

you laugh, grabbing her hips and kissing the corner of her lips. “let's go meet sam and sebastian for those burgers. there’s no way they don’t know what we’ve been up to, hopefully they’re still waiting for us.” you crawl over the console into the driver's seat. “you put on your pants, and i drive?”

DAY ONE — Car Sex [ ABIGAIL ] — fem/afab reader → link — stardew valley

DAY TWO — Adultery [ COVE ] — dom/bottom + fem/afab reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | Babysitter!Cove AU

DAY THREE — One Night Stand [ BAXTER ] — top + masc/amab reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | Part 1 to Day 27

DAY FOUR — Ritual Sex [ COVE ] — dom/top + intersex reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | Yandere!Cove x Demon!Reader AU | CW: Dark Content

DAY FIVE — Seven Minutes in Heaven [ COVE ] — gn reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | Neighbors-with-Benefits AU

DAY SIX — Virginity [ SEBASTIAN ] — dom/bottom + fem/afab reader → link — stardew valley 

DAY SEVEN — Sexy Voicemail [ BAXTER ] — gn reader → link — our life: beginnings & always

DAY EIGHT — Submission [ OLRIC ] — dom/top + masc/amab reader → link — fields of mistria

DAY NINE — Uniform [ COVE / DEREK ] — gn reader → link — our life: beginnings & always

DAY TEN — Blowjob [ COVE / DEREK / BAXTER ] — masc/amab reader → link — our life: beginnings & always

DAY ELEVEN — Watching Porn Together [ COVE ] — dom/top + masc/amab reader → link — our life: beginnings & always

DAY TWELVE — Pussy Job [ OPTIMO LYNX ] — dom + fem/afab reader → link — MeChat

DAY THIRTEEN — Brother’s Best Friend [ BAXTER ] — bottom + gn reader → link — our life: beginnings & always

DAY FOURTEEN — Camshow [ BAXTER + COVE ] — no reader → link — our life: beginnings & always

DAY FIFTEEN — Submission [ OLRIC ] — top + masc/amab reader → link — fields of mistria

DAY SIXTEEN — Panty Sniffing [ COVE ] — fem/afab reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | CW: Dark Content

DAY SEVENTEEN — Cuckolding [ SAM + SEBASTIAN ] — bottom + gn reader → link — stardew valley 

DAY EIGHTEEN — Sex Pollen [ HAYDEN ] — bottom + gn reader → link — fields of mistria

DAY NINETEEN — Photography  [ M!YANDERE INSERT ] — gn reader → link — character insert  | CW: Dark Content

DAY TWENTY — Skinny Dipping [ STERLING ] — bottom + gn reader → link — stardew valley: always raining in the valley

DAY TWENTY-ONE — Ripping Clothes [ COVE ] — bottom + fem/afab reader → link — our life: beginnings & always 

DAY TWENTY-TWO — Drunk Phone Sex [ COVE + DEREK ] — gn reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | Part 1 to Day 24

DAY TWENTY-THREE — Period Sex [ BAXTER ] — bottom + fem/afab reader → link —  our life: beginnings & always | Vampire!Baxter | CW: Blood

DAY TWENTY-FOUR — Swinging [ COVE + DEREK ] — switch + gn reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | Part 2 to Day 22

DAY TWENTY-FIVE — Milking [ MARCH ] — dom + gn reader → link — fields of mistria

DAY TWENTY-SIX — Candaulism [ COVE ] — dom/top + intersex reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | Dragon!Reader AU

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN — High Sex [ BAXTER ] — bottom + masc/amab reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | Part 2 to Day 3

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT — Stripping Poker [ DEREK ] — gn reader → link — our life: beginnings & always

DAY TWENTY-NINE — Possession + Bondage [ SOL ] — bottom + gn reader → link — the kid in the back

DAY THIRTY — Exes-to-Lovers [ COVE ] — bottom + fem/afab reader → link — our life: beginnings & always | Divorced Parents AU

DAY THIRTY-ONE — Gangbang [ COVE + DEREK + BAXTER ] — bottom reader → afab reader ver. | amab reader ver. — our life: beginnings & always | Priest/Ex-Demon Hunter!Reader AU | Part 2 to KTober 2023 - *Day 31

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