𝜗𝜚 you’re a nanny, forced to spend the night with the family you work for when a crazy storm hits
• keigo takami x f!reader
꒰꒰ cw ~ single dad!DILF!hawks, babysitter!reader, reader is scared of thunder, age gap, porn with too much plot i fear, so actually… slow burn, smut;; kissing, grinding, couch sex, fingering, praise, hold the moan(?), nipple play, pet names (gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, sweets, princess) ꒱꒱
The thunder in the night had you tucked into the corner of the couch, praying your boss would hurry his ass home so you could go home already.
Keke was fast asleep (somehow) and after every crash of lightning you checked the monitor to see her not even stir. Impressive, but more so embarrassing that a child can sleep through insanely loud thunder—and you’re here shaking.
Even worse, you damn near jumped off the couch when you heard the doorknob turning. Come on, who else would it be?
“Damn. It’s crazy out there,” Keigo huffed, coming inside drenched despite driving there. His eyes find yours immediately. “You’re still here, good,”
“Good?” You got up, walking past the couch toward him.
“You’re staying here tonight.”
“Yeah,” he slipped his jacket off, hanging it up and taking his shoes off. “If I let you go home in that storm, I’d feel horrible.”
“Oh—Keigo, come on. I’ll be fine. I was just about to call a cab—” You were pulling your phone out of your pocket, before he quickly walked up and grabbed it from your hand.
“You’re staying here tonight,” he repeated, looking at your phone. “And this is dead.”
You scoffed, snatching it right back. “Come on. I’ll be fine. You act like I’ll be taken with the wind.”
“Yeah, you might,” he chuckled. “The guest room is yours. Or the couch. Anywhere, you know this is basically your home too.”
You groaned, knowing there was no arguing with him. You were a little nervous thinking about the trip back home… but you felt like a burden having to stay overnight. There were only two other instances where you had to do this, and they were pretty early into when you started working for him…
For the same reasons—the weather, bad snowstorms hit. It was harder then, he was insisting he was fine with you staying. After too long of a time arguing about it, you’d accept it, then lock yourself in the guest room to make it seem like you weren’t even there.
Keigo was fine, and it was like Christmas came early for his daughter when she saw you in the morning.
Whatever. It’s not a big deal. What’s the worst that could happen?
“I’m gonna shower,” Keigo said, looking back at you before he walked into the hallway. “You’ll be there?”
“Yeah.” You took back your spot on the couch. “Need to… charge this anyway,” you dragged your words, waving your phone at him. He chuckled, then walked off, and shortly after you heard the faint sound of the water running.
While he was gone, you tried to relax yourself. It’s normally hard to sleep somewhere other than home, but… you were especially nervous about this for some reason.
It was probably the rain and thunder. The fact that it was cold, and the windows making obnoxious sounds with every gust of wind. You just needed to relax.
Fifteen minutes of trying to relax later, Keigo was out the shower already.
“You cold?” He called out from the kitchen—you hadn't even realized he walked in.
“Hm?” You looked back. “…No? Not really.”
“You’re clinging to that corner like you are.”
You looked down at yourself, and, yeah… you were balled up at the side of the couch as if you were freezing. “It’s not that cold.” You adjusted your body, turning and leaning over the couch to look at him.
You heard him laugh, and watched him move around in the kitchen, his back facing you. He wore a white t-shirt, that—annoyingly—clung to his body, and grey sweatpants that may or may not have done the same. You watched as he grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge.
“Um? What are you doing?” you said, an almost motherly sort of tone in your voice.
He slowly turned to you, like he was caught. “Getting a drink.”
“It’s a glass of wine,” he groaned, continuing to pour himself a cup. The deep red liquid swirled in the glass as he tilted the bottle. “Not like it’s… just straight alcohol, right?” He glanced at you.
“It’s close enough,” you grumbled.
“Yeah…” He closed the fridge after putting the wine away. “Which is why I’m drinking it.” As he turned with his glass, he revealed a second one in his hand. “And you are too.”
“Or…” He takes a seat on the couch, near the middle, since you were so far in one corner. “I mean, I could drink both. Win win for me.”
You glared at him, before reaching and taking a glass. You glanced down at the baby monitor, saw Keke still out like a light, then took a sip.
“So…” you said, awkwardly.
He looked at you slowly. “So?”
He shrugged, looking forward. “Long,” he sighed. “The usual… suffocating things…” He looked at you again, with a small grin. “Nothing as fun as chasing my daughter around, I’m sure.”
“Oh, nothing is better than that.” You giggled. “She was actually pretty calm. Probably because it was so ugly all day…” You glared toward the windows, once again noticing the sound of rain hitting the glass after subconsciously ignoring it.
“Yeah,” he swallowed. “I don’t know how you do it. If it was just me and her, she would be fussy as hell—as if I control the weather.”
“Oh, of course you do. You’re her dad. You control everything, obviously.”
“Oh, of course,” he snorted.
Just a second after, another loud bang of thunder hit and made you flinch hard. You cursed to yourself, embarrassed, and looked at him looking at you.
“Y’know, I didn’t take you for someone who’s scared of thunderstorms.” He smirked, as he swished around the wine in his glass.
“I’m not scared of them,” you corrected.
“That… wasn’t… so you weren’t scared just now?”
“Right.” He squinted at you.
You heard him chuckle, and the two of you simply sat in silence for a moment. The TV was on, but the volume was off. You both took a sip of wine at the same time, and in your peripheral you saw him turn his head to you again.
“I realize we don’t really have moments like this,” he said.
“Moments like this?” You echoed, looking at him.
“Where we just… sit and talk.”
“We do talk. We talk every day,” you smiled— confused—as you fixed your position on the couch, sort of getting out of the corner.
“Of course, but… it’s the same thing all the time, isn’t it?” He sipped his drink.
“We talk about work, then we talk about Keke, then… just… rinse and repeat.”
You tilted your head at him. “That’s normal, yeah?”
“Yeah…” He shrugged. “I feel like I should know more about you, though.”
“Oh, you know too much at this point—” you scoffed.
“I’m serious,” He leaned into you for a second. “We need to… I don’t know, ask icebreaker questions or something.”
“Icebreakers? I believe the… ice—melted a year ago.”
“Mm. It’s still cold over here…” he said, dramatically, as he rubbed his hand over his heart.
You blinked. “…Okay. Cornball.” You turned your body toward him, indulging in whatever he was up to. “Ask me whatever.”
It is true that you’ve known each other for a while, but you don’t… know each other.
It’s complicated. You know Keigo as much as a babysitter should know their dad-boss. He knows you just as much as a father should know about his babysitter. But how often is that… boundary really remembered? Especially after working for him for about two years…
It’s mainly you, anyway, keeping up the boundary. You almost subconsciously make sure to know your place at all times. You don’t ask him too many things, you don’t pry. You still learn a lot, though, because he opens up to you despite that.
Damn. You are a little cold. It’s not like you don’t want him to know more about you. You never thought about it, though…
You chuckled. “I dunno. I like… all of them. I’m inclusive.” You thought for a moment, before speaking again. “…You?”
“Red, probably. It changes though.” He sipped his wine. “Okay—I’ve got something good. If you weren't a babysitter, what would you be doing instead?”
You pursed your lips in thought. “That is a good one...” You hummed. “I’ve always been good with kids, so… still something… with kids. I don’t know about being…like, a teacher, though.”
“Do you…” He hesitated, only for a split second—but enough for you to notice. “Do you want kids?”
You looked at him immediately, a little stunned. “Maybe. At some point.”
He squinted as he nodded. “Okay… Ask me something.” He spoke softly.
“Did you always see yourself having kids?”
“Oh, yeah. And a daughter most definitely.” He grinned. “Maybe… earlier, I’d want one a little later in my life—but… I’m fine with how things turned out.”
You nodded, and your mind drifted to… well, his past relationships. More so, the mother of his daughter. You never knew her. You never hear about her. Keke never mentions a mother, it’s all just dead silence. You actually only know there was ever somebody because of… obviously, Keke’s existence and the fact that she looks just like Keigo, along with some snooping in your early days. Finding a love note deep in Keigo’s drawers. Let it be known, that was the first and last time you got nosy.
“You said to ask you whatever, right?” He spoke suddenly.
“Right. Do the same for me then. I see you thinking.”
You bit your lip. “I’m… like, nervous.”
“For what? It’s just me.” He tilted his head. “Come on. What’s it gonna be? Am I dating?” He laughed.
You groaned, gulping down the rest of your wine quickly—placing the glass on the coffee table, then turning to him. “You know what... yeah, actually. Are you dating?”
He raised his brows, finishing his drink as well and placing it down before speaking. “Nope. I haven’t dated anyone in… damn. A long time.”
“Really?” you asked, genuinely surprised.
“Yeah,” he shook his head. “Since Keke was born, it just… I mean, I have other priorities. I’ve tried, sure, but… it doesn’t work out.”
“Ah. I mean, I get that.”
“You do?” he asked, now being the surprised one. “You haven’t been… out there?”
“Out there?” you repeated after him, giggling. “No, I haven’t. The last time I was ever talking to a guy was… mmm, probably right before I started working.”
“Damn,” he mumbled, brows slightly furrowed. “Damn. Really?”
“Yes,” you huffed. “Alright, let’s not… stick to this. I can’t get guys, whatever.” You brought your knees to your chest, hiding your face playfully.
“That… isn’t what I’m saying—at all.”
“Then what is it?” You looked up, moving your legs to the side and folding them. You noticed the change in his expression.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re a… looker.”
“Okay—” You couldn’t hold back your laughter. “A looker?”
He rolled his eyes at you, smirking. “You’re… attractive.” He deepened his voice, and got quieter.
You could only blink at him.
“I say that only to… add on, as in—it’s surprising you aren’t dating.” He fixed his posture.
“I mean… I could… say the same for you.”
He raised his brows. “Think so?”
“As in, I’m just surprised you aren’t… dating… either.” You explained quickly, swallowing. “I mean.. for me, I just don’t need a relationship. I’m fine, like, I’m happy. I have Keke, and… I mean, I have y—”
Just then, thunder struck hard—probably close to the house from how loud it was. You literally yelped, and jumped to get away from the window (as if you weren’t on the couch).
As you caught your breath, you turned to look at Keigo and see if that gave him a heart attack too, but then you realized just how close you’d gotten to him.
To be honest, the two of you had been getting slightly closer as the conversation went on. It would be weird to talk to someone across the room, nonetheless across the couch you’re both sitting on.
But this was real close. If you’d scooted a little closer, your legs would touch his. His eyes were wide for a second, probably from your scream, but then his expression changed.
“For what?” he said, just as quietly.
You couldn’t tell if he cared about how close the two of you were.
You just shrugged at him, as you were embarrassed and had no idea what to say.
“What were you saying?” He spoke again, looking toward the silent tv.
“Just that…” You looked down at your fidgeting hands. “I’m happy with you. I’m happy with Keke. I don’t need anyone else.”
“Yeah?” His voice stayed low, almost lost under the rain. “I feel the same.” He looked at you. “I’m happy with Keke. I’m happy with you.”
You smiled, not expecting these words from him at all. He’s always, of course, very appreciative of you—but it feels a little different now.
“I don’t think I want anything else,” he said finally. His eyes didn’t leave you for even a second. They drifted from your eyes, and your nose, and a little lower…
Fuck. You’re probably the one staring. You blinked, turning toward the baby monitor. You grabbed it, seeing Keke still very much fast asleep. You flinched as another hand suddenly was in your view, his. He gently took the monitor.
“She’s fine,” he mumbled.
He took a second, placing the monitor somewhere behind him before he chuckled lazily. “You ever thinking about anything but her?”
You laughed a little too. “It’s instinct, at this point.”
“Mmm. And she’s my daughter, but…” He turned his head toward your legs, for whatever reason, then looked back at you. “I can focus on other things.”
Your heart was pounding for whatever reason, your entire body felt extra hot—anxious to say something stupid.
“Other things… like…” You breathed in, too deeply for your own liking. “Like… what?”
His face looked more serious than ever. You had to be dumb. You couldn’t admit to yourself what he was looking at. It wasn’t your eyes, that’s for sure.
Then, one of his hands moved. Slowly, like he was seeing if you’d react any certain way. It made its way toward your chin, lifting your head a little, as he leaned in but stopped himself. His hand drifted to the side of your face, cupping your jaw.
“…You okay?” he murmured, thumb rubbing your cheek.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“…Okay,” he murmured. “I think about you.”
You blinked at him, only slightly nodding again so he knew to continue.
“I think about you a lot,” he huffed. “More than I should.”
“Mm. I think you’re gorgeous. I’ve never met a woman like you.”
“It’s true,” he swallowed. “You’re… just different. The way you care for people… for my daughter, for me…”
You huffed, looking away from him—but he was quick to angle your face right back to his.
“I think about you, and I think about taking care of you.” His eyes drift down to your lips, down to your neck. “Taking my time with you… fuck.” He looked up at you again. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I… mean, I…” You bit your lip.
“I want you.” He said, plainly. Seriously. “Do you want me?”
You, again, could only nod your head—but that was more than enough for him. Slowly, he closed the space between you.
He kissed you. It was soft, and barely there, and you could hear as he breathed in shakily. You were frozen for a moment until you kissed him back, and felt that breath leave him. His lips were careful, like he was still giving you an out.
Your lips separated for a moment, and he breathed deeply again—before leaning in, this time with more intention.
He hummed into your mouth, his hand sliding to the back of your head to pull you in closer. The kisses sped up, hungrier as you instinctively parted your lips for him.
He groaned, his tongue moving into your mouth as soon as you did. His free hand moved to your leg, sliding underneath your knee and slowly shifting it up toward him.
You followed, and let him move your body… on top of his. Straddling his legs. His hands moved down your back, and he would grip you a little and let go repeatedly.
After a moment, his kisses drifted across your face. The corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw—you couldn’t hold back a groan, which made him do the same in response.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your neck, kissing down to your collarbone.
You hummed in response, your hands sliding up his thick arms and cupping both sides of his neck. You felt him swallow just as you did.
He nibbled your skin. “God, you’re perfect,” he mumbled.
“You don’t have to…” you breathed, cutting yourself off and pulling away to look at him.
“I want to, I need you to hear it,” he said, swiftly moving back up to your lips and kissing you again. “Can’t even believe… ’m even touching you like this right now…” he mumbled against your lips, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you impossibly closer.
“I know,” you mumbled. “Can’t… can’t believe it either…” You practically panted against him, your hands running through his damp hair.
As you continued kissing, you’d notice Keigo had gotten a little more… vocal. He was pulling away more just to breathe against you. You don’t know how it didn’t process, but you were now grinding against him. His hands guiding your hips into him, arching your back.
You also suddenly realized the growing heat in your stomach, and the way you… hated how his warm hands stopped just above your hips—right at your ass. Maybe he was trying to be respectful, but he was literally moving your body—making you grind on him—while he lifted his hips into you.
You reached back for his wrists when he dragged his hands down to your lower back, moving them even lower and encouraging him to grip you. He adjusted quickly, squeezing your ass and using that hold to pull you into a deeper grind.
“Shit,” he moaned against you. “Is… Is this okay?”
“Yes,” you breathed, your hands back on his arms.
Now that he was rolling his hips into you more confidently, you were really starting to feel his growing hardness. From just the feeling of it through the fabric, you could imagine the thick bulge in his sweats. You felt your own cunt ache for him, you wanted to see him.
Your kisses were getting sloppier by the second, he sucked against your tongue like he was trying to remember the taste of you. But then he pulled away, just for a second. He eyed the bottom of your shirt, before looking up at you. “I wanna see you,” he muttered.
“…Here?” you whispered, looking toward the abandoned baby monitor.
“She’s sleeping,” he said, lightly tugging your shirt. “You and I both know she’s a deep sleeper.”
“She’s sleeping through that storm—I mean…” he thought for a moment, squinting at you. “Do you get that loud?” He smirked playfully.
“Wh—” You huffed at him, holding back a giggle. “No. I’m being cautious, Keigo…”
“Come on, it’s okay. We’re fine,” he leaned into you, kissing your neck again. “Always worrying.”
“Mghh… It’s… valid here, though…” You tilted your head for him.
“We’re fine.” He insisted again. “Let me see you. Please?”
He had puppy eyes when you looked at him, and those kisses to your neck were enough to convince you. You hummed, and he slid his hands under your shirt, then tugged it up and off your body in a swift movement. He took the short moment to take his shirt off too, which was also convincing to stay right where you were.
His hands then hovered over your body as he admired you. “Look at you,” he mumbled.
He didn’t care to waste any time. He automatically reached for your bra, undoing the clip and placing it to the side. His hands held your back as he pulled you down, and he kissed against your nipple.
“Fuck,” he groaned against you, kissing and licking and sucking all around your nipple, as his hand reached to cup the other. “Even better than I imagined.”
“…You’ve imagined?” you muttered, panting against him.
“Don’t get me started,” he said, very seriously as his mouth popped from your nipple to tend to the other, letting his fingers circle around your (now) neglected breast.
You continued grinding into him as the heat and ache got worse with his mouth on your tits. Small whines and whimpers came from you that you couldn’t keep quiet, and of course he noticed.
“Tell me what you want,” he looked up at you. “Let me take care of you.”
You groaned. He was trying to make you say it. “I want you to touch me…”
He let his face drop in realization for only a split second before he smiled. “I’m touching you. Is there somewhere specific you want me to touch you?” he said, his tone painfully teasing.
“Keigo,” you huffed, squeezing his arms.
“What is it, gorgeous?” He leaned into your face. “You wet for me?”
“Yes.” You couldn’t have him keep playing stupid. Your pussy was now clenching around nothing, and you’re not sure if he can feel his own cock twitching against you—but it’s too much to deal with now.
His hands slide from your waist to your ass as he plays with the waistband of your pants. “Oh… you want me to take care of this pretty pussy?”
“Mhm…” You closed your eyes as you felt his hand slide underneath your pants and panties.
His fingers felt too good as they simply palmed your pussy, the both of you sighing at the same time.
“Fuck, you’re wet…” He said, letting his middle finger rub your folds slowly. “Shit.” his finger rubbed up and down, teasing your entrance before circling your clit.
He groaned low, pressing one finger inside you gently, then adding a second. “Mmm… is that what you want?” He breathed against your neck.
“Yes, fuck,” you moaned against him.
He hummed, satisfied, before curling his fingers while his thumb found your clit again, rubbing firmly. His free hand stayed on your ass, squeezing and helping you grind down onto his hand.
He kept a steady rhythm, watching every reaction to see what you liked. His eyes went back down to your breasts—looking a little lonely, apparently, since his mouth returned to your nipple, sucking against it in sync with his fingers pumping inside you.
You were panting, now riding his hand desperately. This ache and want for something else inside you was turning into a need. “Nngh, Keigo… fuck, I want more.”
He kissed your nipple as he let go. “More?” He tilted his head. “More like what?”
“You know what…” you whined.
He bit his lip. “Yeah. I want you to say it.”
You groaned, glancing at him—then that bulge you were just thinking about. You heard him chuckle a little as your hand hesitated, but reached down toward it, palming it. “I want you… your cock. Inside me, Keigo.”
“Yeah? You do?” he murmured, his hips twitching up into you.
“Please.” You let your fingers caress against his hardness through the fabric. You immediately noticed how far you were able to drag your fingers, over his entire length.
He hummed, watching your hand on him, then looking up at you. “Okay, sweets, I’ll give you what you want.” He slid his fingers out of you—and so casually licked them clean—before he grabbed your jaw and pulled you into a deep kiss.
Then, the both of you moved quickly to get your damn pants out of the way. Well, more so you, Keigo only pulled his pants and boxers down far enough to pull his dick out. Better for him that he gets your bare legs, though.
He tugged you back into his lap, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed.
“You’re…” You were almost shamelessly gawking at his cock. It wasn’t much of a shock, not only about everything that had just happened but he… always seemed like that sort of guy, but this was a sight. It twitched as he noticed your staring eyes. Fuck, you just knew you wanted it inside of you already.
“Mmm… do you wanna…” You looked toward the other side of the couch, wondering if he’d want to change positions.
“I’m fine with this.” He said, one of his hands reaching to push a hair behind your ear. “I wanna watch you take me like this.”
You hummed, shaking your head at him. “Mkay.”
He kept one hand on your thigh as you lifted yourself, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock to guide it. His thick head rubbed against your slick entrance, and he gripped onto you when he slowly slid inside you.
“God, you’re tight—” he groaned, gripping your body.
You whimpered, holding onto his shoulders tightly. You sighed as the sort of uncomfortable full feeling turned to pleasure.
“Y-You can… control the pace,” he murmured, breathing deeply.
You nodded your head, and after a few moments, you started slow. Rolling your hips and sinking down onto him again and again. Keigo’s head fell back against the couch for a moment, a low groan leaving him. “Fuck… just like that. You feel so good.”
His hands slid to your hips, guiding you as you found a gentle rhythm. He thrust up to meet you on every downstroke, making sure he practically bottomed out inside you. Every drop back down onto his cock left a quiet, wet sound.
“Listen to you. Shit, you’re so perfect.” He whispered against you. Your moans sounded pathetic, coming out breathy and desperate. You knew you needed to be quiet, and there was a reason why he pulled you in closer to his ear.
“Mmggnh… so big, Keigo,” you breathed. “So full..”
“So full of me?” He nibbled against your ear. “I know, pretty. You’re squeezing me so fucking good.”
By this point, Keigo was practically… controlling the pace himself. His hands were almost holding onto your body and lifting you up and down.
“Fuck, can I… is it okay if I thrust?” He asked, his hands sliding up your back.
You nodded frantically, barely able to speak. “Yes—please, Keigo.”
That was all he needed. His hands slid to your hips again and his grip tightened as he started driving up into you, harder and faster, pulling you down to meet every thrust. The sloppy slap of skin on skin got louder as he fucked you deep.
“God, yes,” he groaned against your neck. “Taking me so fucking well.”
You could only moan—failing to keep yourself quiet—as you gripped onto his arms. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot over and over, making your eyes roll back.
One of his hands moved between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing torturous circles. “Come on, gorgeous. I feel you twitching. I know you’re close,” he cooed to you. “Let go, pretty. Let me make you feel good.”
The added stimulation was too much. Though, almost nothing compared to how he was speaking to you now—breathy, with almost a whine in his voice like he needed this from you. He needed you to cum.
“Keigo—fuck, I’m—” Your words broke into a moan too loud, one of your hands rushing to your mouth to shut yourself up as you nuzzled your face near his neck. Your orgasm hit hard, pussy clenching around him rhythmically.
“Fuck, princess, just like that…” He praised, thrusting through your orgasm. Though, his hips slowed the tiniest bit, like this was taking him to the edge.
He kept fucking into you for a few moments more, damn near overstimulating you, until he swiftly lifted you off to sit lower onto his thighs as he came. He grabbed his cock, but didn’t even need to stroke himself to it.
With a rough groan he came, his thick ropes shooting right at your lower belly. His eyes were closed, breathing heavy. He bit his lip, before opening his eyes, and simply blinking at the sight before acting.
“It’s… fine—” You rasped. “I mean, I’ll… shower anyway…” You looked away from him, shoving your (now sweaty) hair out of your face.
He sat up, taking you by the chin and kissing you. A soft kiss, a little heated with the way his tongue slid into your mouth.
“You okay?” He murmured when he pulled away.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “…I mean, more than okay.” You chuckled lazily.
“…Okay,” He smiled. “Good.”
He spent a long moment simply looking at your face.
“I… shit, I mean, I never—” You were cut off by, oh who would have thought, the damn thunder again. You flinched hard, getting closer to him. “Fuck!” you groaned. “I thought it calmed down. How the hell am I supposed to sleep through that…” you put your hands in your hair again, lightly pulling, annoyed.
Keigo hummed. “Maybe it’ll… be a bit better if you aren’t alone?”
“I mean, I’m not alone. You guys are here. I swear, I’m just—” You looked up at him mid sentence, but he had a weird amused look on his face.
“I’m asking you to sleep with me.”
“…Sorry?” You blinked at him. “I just did, I think.”
“Okay—” he snorted. “Come to bed with me, literally, to actually sleep.”
You were surprised again. “Are you sure?”
“Of course.” He said softly. “Use my shower and everything… I don’t mind at all. You should know this.”
“You know how it is for me,” you groaned, looking toward the baby monitor—Keke was sleeping in an absurd position—but still, sleeping.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, flipping it over so you’d look at him again. “But… I’m serious. Let me take care of you tonight.”
“You’ve taken care of more than you think.”
“I could say the exact same to you.”
꒰ঌ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა໒꒱ thank you for reading!!! a few people have sent in requests that sort of have that dilf!hawks concept in them.. so i hope thisss makes some people happy ??! i also hope we don’t hate the name keke too much. keke possibly short for kiara.. or.. i dunno, any other k name ever LMAOOO. i think if i write more fics w him and a child.. i’d keep keke for consistency… unless you hate it!! i originally thought to have her nameless, but continuously saying “my/his daughter” and “the baby” was getting annoying. OH and also for any love island fans, the entire inspiration for this came from this carniya kiss, and actually.. the makeout sesh in this fic… is literally just completely based off of this videoJSHDJDHDJ. it was too buzzy. okay, holy yap!!!! bye bye!!!
