Tags: [mlw][mdni][ex-husband!Roy][missionary][fingering][squirting][don't even asking][oral m! receiving][anal fingering][snowballing][hair pulling][he's a desperate man][look at the the new divider. so demure][breeding][daddy kink?][creampie][msub?][idk she says do it, and he does it][i don't make the rules, i just write them:3]
Roy watches Lian settle into the backseat, her backpack tossed haphazardly in Jason's lap as he rifles through the bag, eagerly searching for snacks that he knows you packed in.
"You ransacking my kid now, Todd?"
Roy questions, muscular arms crossing over his broad chest, the T-shirt he's wearing stretched taut across his muscular torso, vibrant red fabric a contrast to his sunkissed, alabaster flesh. The tattoo on his bicep peeks out, green ink swirled marring his skin.
"When you bring perfectly cut watermelon with no seeds to work, I'll ransack you instead." Jason retorts, opening up the clear Tupperware and setting it down on the centre console, between Lian and himself.
Her inky strands are tied back into pigtails, a fuzzy red jumper to fight the slight chill in the air and a pair of daisy dukes, with those red Mary Jane's you insist on buying her in every colour.
She looks nothing like you. Her mother's eyes and hair, she doesn't even look like Roy.
But she looks like you. The fond expression as she munches on the watermelon you packed in, the snort that leaves her when Jason swallows the one singular pit that you've managed to miss and his expression screws up in distaste.
"Mommy says if you swallow a seed, a tree's gonna grow in your tummy, Uncle Jay." Lian hums, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a wet wipe, wiping the red and sticky juice from her hands and from Jason's long fingers, the action almost innately.
The action makes the men soften, because they can see just how much you've rubbed off on Lian.
Her sweet nature, the quirky things she randomly spouts.
"Then your mommy should have a bunch of trees in her belly." Jason hums, his fingers spread out for Lian to keep cleaning his hands.
Roy's stature stiffens, green eyes widening to land on Jason and he mouths, 'why would you say that?'
"Because of all the fruit she eats!" Jason defends but Roy knows.
When Roy steps over the threshold of your house, the familiar scent of vanilla and coffee hits him like a freight train and he swallows, taking a deep breath to welcome the scent he's known as 'home'.
He can hear the dishes clanging slightly in the kitchen, the soft hum of music to tinkling alongside the splashes of soapy water and Roy remains quiet, grabbing one of the dishcloths and beginning to dry the dishes.
His gaze remains lowered, eyes trained on the way his hands dry porcelain plates and handmade clay bowls, green pools occasionally flitting to where your manicured hands remain submerged in steaming water.
And he clears his throat.
"I—...uh... Are these new curtains?"
Roy's voice is quiet, his head lifting only enough for him to look up at the curtains that cover the kitchen window.
Mostly white. White lace with a dark brown ruffled edge that matches with the teddy bears printed onto the main part of the curtain.
"Yeah." You answer with a hum. "Lian picked those out." The corners of you mouth twitch at the memory, and Roy notices.
"You're a good mom." Roy murmurs softly, continuing to dry off and pack the dishes into the designated spots. "Would you... Want another? Like.... One of your own?"
It's a question you don't want to answer. Especially not when Roy's asking.
Emerald eyes watch you pensively as you move around the kitchen, your attention on everywhere except Roy because you can't look at him.
And you shrug your shoulders.
"Yeah, I would." You hum softly.
"But you wouldn't want your kid's dad's to be different guys?" Roy states and without thinking much of it, you nod your head.
"I'll give you a baby." Roy states. "A healthy baby. A real chubby bastard too."
"Roy...." You sigh softly, "I don't think...—"
"Don't think." Roy interjects. "Let Daddy do the thinking."
Muscular fingers dig into the daisy-printed cushions of the sofa, and Roy lets out a low groan, head tipping back as he watches you slobber around his aching cock. Half-lidded eyes, a hand threading through your hair and gripping the strands as he feels the way your throat tightens around him, his flushed tip nodding against your oesophagus.
"Fuck, baby, just like that. Just like that..."
He whines, muscular thighs tensing and straining against the fabric of his jeans, feeling the way your nails drag against the material, and the way your soft, pouty lips wrap around his veiny shaft.
He watches the way your cheeks hollow when you suck him, your hands moving up his broad thighs and settling on his tightly toned abdomen.
Only to find out that it's... Not as tightly toned.
A slight pudginess has your eyes widening, your head lifting until his cock slips from your lips with a wet 'pop!' and you stare up at Roy.
"Did you gain weight?" You question with a surprised squeak, eyes widened with surprise and he swallows, the blood rushing through his ears making it difficult to hear you properly.
And it takes Roy a second or two to realise what you're asking and his ears tint red.
"Uh.... Just a few pounds but, I'm gonna start cutting next week ag— oh shit."
Roy gasps, hands gripping the sofa cushion so hard that his knuckles turn white and all he sees are fucking stars. Speckled against his eyelids as an orgasm crashes over him like a fucking tsunami and he gasps, a shaky breath that turns into a high pitched whine when you don't stop sucking.
The taste of cum fills your mouth and you know better than to swallow it immediately, instead milking him with soft, spittle-covered lips before you rise, standing between his thighs.
Your knee digs into the sofa beside his hip, your lips pressed against his and the taste of his own cum filling his mouth nearly has Roy proposing again.
Shaky hands bracket your hips, and he's forcing your skirt towards your waist, fingers pulling your panties to the side as two digits instantly bully their way into your cunt.
Your nails dig into either side of his face, your brows creasing as you struggle to adjust to the intrusion that's been just... Too long.
"Oh, you're so fucking tight." Roy groans, his face moving to nestle in the curve of your neck, inhaling that scent he's missed.
Misses the way it'd cling to his clothes, to his pillows, to his car seat, to his suit.
"You're not fucking anyone, baby?" Roy questions and you meekly shake your head, your hips bucking when he presses his thumb against your clit, and leaves you to your own devices to roll your hips just the way you like to.
"Awh, poor baby." He coos. "Let me take care of that pretty pussy, okay?"
You don't know how long it's been.
Your nails grabbing at the armrests, a heavy hand entangled in your hair and tugging you everytime you lose that arch for even a second.
Roy's beefy hips snap mercilessly, the lewd sound of your squelchy pussy rings out in the quietness of your home, drool dribbling down your cheek and soaking into the throw pillow beneath your head.
"That's it, baby. Fucking take it."
Roy groans, a muscular hand moving to rest on your hip, an iron grip pulling you back against him and with each movement, his cock jams against your cervix in a mixture of painful and pleasurable sensations, and your eyes water.
Your ass is stinging, the sensation only getting worse with each unforgiving thrust of his carved hips, heavy balls slapping against your clit with each movement and it's overstimulating. You don't know how many orgasms you've gotten but goddamn, you're feeling that coiling knot slowly start to build behind your navel.
"Play with your pussy, baby. Play with it." Roy breathes out, his hand leaving your hip and dragging along your plump thigh, giving you a sharp squeeze before guiding the limb to rest on the back of the sofa.
You're not that flexible.
But before you can even object, he's pummeling into you and your vision is getting hazier with each messy circle you make over your clit.
You're uncoordinated, you're sloppy and each time, you feel that thick globs of saliva trickle down the cleft of your ass and trickling down around your stretched out hole.
The kind that comes after a good workout and your body's bent in almost uncomfortable positions, and you gasp when you come.
Squirting onto the surface of the couch cushions beneath you, gushing so hard that you push Roy out of you but instead of pushing himself back in, his flushed tip swipes across your folds.
And the stimulation is too much, your body going limp and your hips twitch with every weak gush that trickles down your thighs, pooling at the spot where your knees dig into the sofa.
And Roy hums, hips moving to rest, and he leans over you, pressing a kiss to your back just as he pushes back into you, feeling the way your soaked walls attempt to pull him deeper.
And he rolls his hips, pressing a sweet kiss to the curve of your neck.
"I'm gonna come back tonight, and give you that baby, okay?" Roy breathes out softly, arms wrapping around your waist and you meekly nod your head, muttering a lazy 'mkay'.
The sound of Roy leaving, and closing the door behind him has you snapping back to reality and you perk up, lashes fluttering and heavy with unshed tears.
"What's with the smile?" Jason questions, although, the twinkle in his emerald pools already say he knows.
A drink in his hand as he reclines against the park bench, eyes flitting between Roy's face and where Lian is playing with some lady's chihuahua.
Roy stares at Lian, watching the way her expression lights up when the dog jumps into her lap, tail wagging excitedly.
"I learnt something about myself." Roy answers softly and Jason lets out a hum, silently urging Roy to keep talking.
And a grin creeps onto Roy's face, million dollar smile gleaming in the sunlight.
"I'm not above a good, old fashioned baby trap."
