mikey dropping bunny!reader off at uncle!richie's for the weekend but warning him you're tense <3 uncle!richie helping bunny!reader get right back into her skin slowly but surely
⚠︎ — 18+. minors do not interact. fem!reader. tw fauxcest, age play, sexual frustration.
when bunny!reader gets in a mood, it’s hard to shake. the worst part? it’s difficult to get you to even admit that you have a sour feeling. mikey has done everything he can to get you out of this weird funk. he thinks maybe it’s time for you to spend some time with your uncle and cousin, because that usually cheers you up. the walk up to uncle richie’s door turns you into a clinging mess, your overnight bag settled in michael’s hand. “dad! please don’t go! dad, please.” richie is flicking an eyebrow up and offering mikey an inquisitive look. since when did you become a stage five clinger?
“c’mon, kid,” richie grabs you by the shoulder, ushering you into the house before popping out on the patio to ask mikey what’s going on.
“she’s so tense,” michael caresses his scruffy chin, eyes glancing between the door and his truck. he can hear you whining behind the thin walls. in a hushed tone, “been clinging to me for the past two days. i think she needs a break.”
when richie finishes up the conversation with mikey, he slowly enters the house to see bunny playing with kitten. not whining, not climbing all over kitten like she was doing to michael, but passively playing with dolls richie can’t remember the name of.
“hey, why don’t you two go play in kitty’s room? dad’s gotta make some calls,” richie says nonchalantly, but the truth is that he just doesn’t want to hear you and kitten squealing right now.
“not my dad,” you remind him.
“no, maybe not, but i’m your uncle. when dad isn’t here, who is in charge of you?” richie’s serious but his tone is lighthearted, regardless of the fact he’s expecting an answer.
“you,” you offer up, rolling your eyes. richie throws a pointed look, a subtle way of telling you to correct your face without verbalizing it. it’s not often you have an attitude with richie. maybe you can cop one with dad because you feel safe bratting out around him, but you’re usually on your best behavior for richie.
“hey. hey—" richie grabs your attention with a snap. “stay out here with me for a second. let me talk to you before you go play.” with careful steps, you walk toward the couch as kitten disappears down the hall. you’re in trouble, huh? hasn’t even been ten minutes. the look on richie’s expression is pure disappointment, and you’re suddenly aware he knows you’ve been causing mikey problems for the last forty eight hours. the expression stirs your stomach in that humiliating way that’s been happening at home. your panties are damp. again.
he finds himself next to you on the couch, softening his demeanor in a way that feels approachable. why’s his niece being such a brat? “tell your uncle what’s going on.”
you whine, throwing your back against the armrest, spreading your legs just enough to give richie a good look at the soaked gusset of your underwear under your dress. you don’t even realize you’re so wet that the cotton has embedded itself into your folds but you know you’re horny, and the words are just too hard to say. “nothing is wrong!”
“oh bunny… nothing to be embarrassed about. you want some help?” richie’s big hands rest on top of your knees, spreading your legs further to get a good look at your glistening cunt, nearly eating your cotton panties. if you get any wetter, they might disintegrate. “were you too nervous to tell dad what you needed?”
“uh huh,” you whine, bucking your hips up, trying to find any sort of friction.
“you’re so shy because you got a big ole crush on your daddy, hm?”
“can you help me, uncle richie? please?” you can’t take the teasing right now, you’re already too sensitive.
that’s all he needs to hear. your sweet tone, a gentle ‘please’ that sounds like your usual self, and your uncle folds immediately. he positions himself in between your legs, not bothering to strip your panties off, merely moving them to the side so he can get right to the point.
scruff tickles the inside of your thighs as your uncle gets to work, running his tongue along your slit and peppering rough kisses to your clit. the tip of his tongue is satisfying, your sexual frustration finally dissolving as he works you out. with shaking legs, you can’t help the throaty moans that escape from your mouth. he just feels so good down there— his fingers circling your clit, his tongue burying itself in your hole… you can’t even find it in you to warn him before you’re coating his tongue with your orgasm.
“okay, baby,” richie’s mouth shines from your arousal, using his tongue to lick up the residue of your cum from the corner of his mouth, “we can go again later if you need to, yeah?”
his fingers hook into your panties, pulling them off your hips and shimmying them down your legs before bunching them up and shoving them in his pocket. he’ll discard them later or rub one out on them. he hasn’t really decided yet. either way, they’re not hygienic enough to go back on your body. “let’s get you fresh panties on. these fuckers are ruined.”
“m’sorry, uncle richie,” you whine.
“nothing to be sorry for. now give your uncle a kiss, babydoll.”
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