uhm that’s literally dilf!chris when babysitter!reader shows up in a short dress and he has to sit through date night with his wife for hours and act like he’s not hard
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ lying by malcolm todd, 24, auto technician, single dad, F1 enthusiast, BMW M5, has all the songs from “the little mermaid” memorised, quit smoking and drinking after ava came along, owns a repair shop but also has a home based garage, can and will neuter someone for ava, insanely protective of his daughter, interviewed about eighty people before hiring a nanny, knows about the effect he has on you, can be goofy sometimes.
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paired with...nanny!reader
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ normal girl by sza, 21, law student, babysits for extra cash but mostly because she likes having something to do, clearly loves babies, has two really close friends but thats it, plays dress up with ava, is kind of a nerd, never shuts the fuck up, prioritises her nanny duties a little too much, knows how to change a tire but pretends she doesn’t so chris will have to do it for her, wants chris eminently but convinces herself its just a tiny crush.
dilf!chris just can't resist you, no matter where you are
“c’mon, chris, jump in!” you exclaimed, laughing carefree as you jumped up and down on the spot, feeling the soft, smooth sand under your feet and the cold waves washing over you. a few drops of water splashed on your face, dripping onto your lips. you run your tongue over your bottom lip, feeling the salty flavour explode in your mouth.
“not a chance,” replied chris, his nose deep into a book he was reading. you pouted, watching intently his laid-back figure relaxing on his blue and orange beach towel, his hair still damp from the little swim he had earlier before you came. sensing your stare, chris lifted his head up, an eyebrow shooting up in a silent “are you serious?”. you crossed your arms, the soft swell of your breasts pushing up, the gold y-shaped necklace dangling prettily between them, catching and reflecting the orange glow of the sunset.
chris’ eyes dwelled a little longer than needed on your chest before diverting his gaze on his book, sighing while slipping the bookmark between the pages and carefully placing it aside. he got up, stretching his arms before walking towards the seashore, closing his eyes as cold water hit his scorching hot skin. you couldn’t help but giggle, happy that, once again, he gave in to your wishes.
“c’mon,” you whined, reaching your arms forward, “could you be any slower?”. chris gave you a pointed look before a breathy laugh escaped his lips, shaking his head in disbelief while walking towards you. he grabbed your waist, gently pulling you in towards his body as he kept walking further, the water level reaching your shoulders.
“chris, wait-” you gasped, scared, clinging to him like a koala, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “i can’t swim- oh fuck i can’t look,” you cried, burying your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes shut.
“i got you,” he murmured soothingly, one arm holding you closer while the other rubbed your back slowly, doing his best to help you ground yourself. his hand descended to your thigh, giving it a gentle tap before he brought it around his waist, waiting for you to do the same with the other one.
“relax, sunshine, you’re fine,” he cooed, cupping your jaw before he guided your face up to his. he chuckled at your scrunched-up expression, your eyes still tightly shut. “c’mon,” he laughed, patting your cheek a couple times, “let me see those beautiful eyes of yours, pretty.”
“can’t” you murmured through gritted teeth, “i’m scared i’ll have a heart attack if i open them.” chris stayed quiet for a couple seconds, biting his lips hard to stifle his laugh. however, he failed as soon as he noticed your scrunched eyebrows at the little giggle he accidentally let out, laughing loudly at your confession.
“oh yeah, okay mr. funny,” you grumbled annoyed, reaching tentatively your hand forward to understand where you were moments prior, hiding your head in his neck again. you sighed softly as the cold metal of his necklace tickled your nose, toying with it between your fingers, delicately twirling it around your index. slowly, you began relaxing in chris’ embrace, breathing in the scent of warm skin mixed with salty water. you hummed contently, running a hand through his hair, slowly peeking your eyes open to observe as beads of water dripped from the ends of his long locks, some of them gently raining on your neck and shoulders.
chris groaned, shuddering under your touch. he leaned in a little, enough to leave a trail of kisses up your shoulder, both hands squeezing the soft flesh of your ass before pushing your hips against his, grinding his own hips up. a small gasp escaped your lips, your head whipping up to look at him in the eyes.
“seriously?” he scoffed, shaking his head. “you had to feel my boner to finally open your eyes?”. his lips immediately found yours, one hand holding you close behind your neck while with the other he helped you grind against him as best as the position let you, bucking his hips up to follow your movement.
you nibbled gently at his bottom lip, caressing the bitten spot with your tongue before he moaned impatiently, slipping his tongue inside your warm mouth. you whined, trying to ground your hips harder against his. “chris,” you choked out, desperation dripping from your tone. he nodded, immediately getting what you meant, wrapping his arms around your waist as he walked you both towards the beach. in a matter of seconds you were laying down on the seashore, the calm ripples of water flowing around and under you before going back, returning again a couple moments later.
you pushed yourself up to your elbows, sand sticking to your back and hair. you didn’t care, though, not when chris was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, kneeled between your legs.
“chris, we’re on the fucking seashore,” you blurted out nervously, turning your head left and right to check that there was no one with you. lucky for you, there wasn’t. “and we’re covered by the cliff behind you and the reef all around us,” he begins, gently pushing you back down, trapping you between his arms by the sides of your head. “plus, it’s like six in the afternoon on a monday, no one really comes to the beach anyway.”
you tried to protest, a small “but-” escaping your lips before you were interrupted again.
“and even if someone came, i truly wouldn’t give a fuck, i need you now. let them watch,” he concluded, catching your lips in a passionate kiss again. he pushed his hips against yours, guiding your left leg up and around his waist, humming satisfied as you moaned into the kiss. your hands found his hair again, running through them, careless that you were dirtying them with sand.
a new wave of cold water, stronger than the other ones, washed over you both, making you shudder. “fuck,” muttered chris, sitting up again to hurriedly push his swim shorts down just enough for his dick to spring out, hitting his abdomen in the process. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the man in front of you even if you tried to, admiring the way his skin glowed under the sunset light, the sand decorating his pretty tan skin, and that stupid necklace dangling prettily from his neck hypnotising you.
“chris,” you whimpered, glad that your bikini was already soaked due to your swimming. you spread your legs more, inviting chris to sink inside you immediately. chris smirked, stroking himself a couple of times before he leaned back on you, pushing your bikini to the side before rubbing his tip teasingly along your folds, tapping your clit with it a couple times. you whimpered, a series of pleas escaping your mouth.
“i know, pretty, i know- shit,” chris groaned, relief cursing through him as he sank slowly inside you, pestering your neck in kisses and bites. you moaned, quickly covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your noises. much to your dismay, chris grabbed your wrists, pinning both your arms above your head. “need to hear you,” he murmured, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
“oh fu-ck,” you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes as chris hit repeatedly your sweet spot, his hips pistoning into yours making your whole body rock back and forth on the shore. your walls squeezed him in, fluttering as the known heat settled at the pit of your stomach. you looked up at him, your eyes silently begging for him to make you cum.
chris smirked, running his tongue on his lip before asking “what is it, pretty?”, delivering a particular sharp thrust that had your back arching off the sand, your knees bending towards your chest for a moment.
“ch-chris please-pl…wanna cum,” you begged, wrapping your legs tight around him to keep him there. the man smiled, in his eyes a dark look as he grabbed both your wrists with a hand only, bringing the other one down between your legs to rub quick circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm came crashing over you hard and fast, your fucked out expression sending chris over the edge as he finished inside you, hissing when your walls wouldn’t stop squeezing him, actively milking him dry.
“fucking hell, sunshine, you’ll be the death of me,” he breathed out, carefully slipping out of you and fixing both your swimsuits before he picked you up, laying you on his towel.
“doin’ alright, pretty?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. you hummed, nodding as you settled closer to his body, seeking his warmth.
suddenly, a familiar voice coming from the cliff broke through the silence: “man, are you two done? your daughter is asking for her ‘dada’.” both you and chris looked up, watching as matt stared back at you, his expression half amused, half annoyed. clinging to his leg was a four year old with long brown hair put in two pigtails and a set of eyes identical to those of her father and uncles.
“hi dada!” she screamed, waving her little hand in the air. as she spotted you near her dad, she gasped. “hi y/n! come play with me!”
Dilf!Chris smirking as he watches babysitter!reader walking around after she took his dick.
”Y’good darling?” Chris asks as he chews on a toothpick next to his wife.
Babysitter!reader looks up and stares directly into his wife’s face before she just nods and puts a thumbs up while she tries to focus on helping his son with his homework.
Summary: Anne’s determined to have the conversation that Chris refuses to deal with, deciding that things need to change. He decides to take advantage of his freedom.
Relationship: dilf!destroyer!chris x black!reader
Warnings: mild smut, graphic language, confrontation, minor fluff, 18+
A/N: since I decided the date will be a little more epic than I initially planned, I’ll dedicate the next chapter to just that. So here’s a little more backstory to Chris and Anne and their demise. Enjoy!
Max was about three years old when Chris first discovered Anne’s secret relationship. Four years of reforming his life by her standards without losing his real self, meticulously taking care of her and Max to keep her happy. Thought he was doing everything right, thought they were good. Poor Chris he really didn’t know how to handle it, he’d never been…but then again, he’d never been in a relationship long enough for that to even happen. Coming home from the grocery store because Anne swore she was just too damn busy to do it herself, he paced into their bedroom looking for some help but discovered her in the closet whispering to someone,
“No, no he doesn’t have a clue about us…”
Mmm…not entirely true. Anne was the idiot for thinking he is, like she was doing a good job at being discreet. Didn’t even take into consideration the line of “work” Chris used to do. He’d been hip to her bullshit for a while but he needed concrete evidence to back up his claim. Spouses often suspect the other of cheating so he didn’t want to come off flagrant with his accusation. Balling up his fists, listening her tell a total stranger how much she loved them, and how she couldn’t wait to be with them soon, he almost charged in to bust her, but nah…he can wait til she hangs up and comes out.
Anne nearly screamed when she found him scowling on the other side of the door. Looking into his fiery pupils, she knew he knew, and an old strange feeling shook her to her core. A fear she hadn’t felt since the night they met.
“Who the fuck were you talking to.”
This time around it was far much worse…the anger in his eyes…
“Chris…I can explain.”
There’s no explanation in the world that could justify her actions the past few months. Poor Chris…he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.
“You abandon me, fuckin Max, for some shit fling?!”
It was far from shit. “It’s not like that.” How could she get him to understand?
“Oh it’s definitely like that! A goddamn blind man can see how much it’s exactly like that Anne!”
He’s never raised his voice at her before. Always so mild tempered and cool, even when upset. She really fucked herself. “Chris…please keep your voice…”
“Ooooh now you give a shit?!” He bellows, using all his lungs, his shouts bounced back off the bedroom walls. “I’ll fuckin shout if I damn well please! My fuckin wife is cheating on me!”
His wife…was Anne ever really his wife? It looked good on paper, to their family and friends but think about it, really, was she ever? Chris huffed and puffed, burning a hole into Anne’s sweaty forehead as a wave of clarity washed over his pounding head…mulling over his startling epiphany. Their marriage was meaningless…his next heavy breath shook…everything he did for her…his broad shoulders sank a bit…pointless.
“It’s all been a lie…”
How could he be so fuckin dumb to believe that she could ever love him…
“Chris, it’s not...please just…” If only he could give her a moment to plead her case. He didn’t want to fuckin hear it. “Let’s talk.”
Most likely to any of the other couples living on the street, they’d assume Chris would be the adulterer, not sweet little blonde hair, blue eyed Anne! How could that be?! Look at him. Look at her. Oh yeah, he’d for sure fuck around on her before she would do that to him. Such a good mom, good wife. C’mon…look at her, then look at him. Who was going to believe this bullshit. If they were to break up, the gossip would be vicious, cutting their suspicious eyes and whispering behind his back. If they were to break up, she would take Max and start a new family and leave him hanging out to dry.
A year or so after Chris and Anne eloped, she was done trying to force herself to love him and decided to look for a new man behind his back. Anne couldn’t lose him though he was seriously shaping up to be a fantastic dad, building a beautiful bond with their son, but deep down she was unsettled. When she looked at him, she felt nothing. No burn, no stir, no nothing, and that was a problem. Her friends made her believe she could get away with it, and that they would help her. Can’t stand to see their best friend so miserable and out of love. Chris sat there on their bed gaped and out of it, listening to her emotional gurgle of a confession and her case as to why he couldn’t leave her yet. Max is too young to understand and he needs his dad and his mom. Anne was so desperate to keep Chris she offered to open up the marriage, allowing Chris to go out and find his true love. His nose wrinkled at the notion of a true love. Anne should have been his true love they had a child together, a fuckin family. That’s how it’s supposed to go right? But if he wanted that, he could and should go find his girl, just don’t leave her. Don’t file yet. Just wait a bit and she’ll set him free, she promised as his bitter heart splintered from her all incessant begging and tears. So he said yes, to shut her up, so he could go hug his kid. Chris couldn’t go on without his Max, but fuck her for holding him hostage in this shitty marriage.
“Fuck…” you wince, processing, “that’s a really long time…”
For most of Max’s little life, Anne was out trying to find her soulmate behind Chris’s back. You could cry. You could spit. Nervously toying with your fingers, he can’t look you in the sad stare you beat him with. After the late night with you, after his discussion with Anne, Chris felt obligated to at least tell you how their bullshit all got started. But rehashing the story just made him feel as dumb as he did back then. A feeling he’d been avoiding.
“Mm yeah I know.” Chris mumbles down at your veiny fingers he awkwardly plays with, shifting uncomfortably underneath your legs draped over his lap. “You don’t think I’m some sort of…punk bitch or jackass…”
“What no…Chris…” Pinching his bushy goatee you force him to connect, to open up those cloudy blue eyes. “You stayed for Max I can see that. So no, I don’t think that…”
“Well I feel like a jackass,” he groans sinking deeper into the cushions of your sofa, “every fuckin day…every time I have look at her…”
“You’re a good dad.” You brush a comforting hand back over his hair, pouting at him still avoiding you. Never seen him so distraught before now it’s clear why he’s been dodging your questions. “Chris…maybe you guys need to figure something else out…”
Funny you mentioned that, because that’s what he and Anne talked about when he came in from your house last night.
“Why are you here all of a sudden?”
Anne flinched a frown at his question. “What, I can’t come home?”
Chris scoffs as he crosses the room. “Oh is this your home? Sure don’t treat it like one…” He takes a seat on the other end of the sofa, away from where she asked him to sit.
“Chris, I do live here,” and he scoffs again scratching his chin, “I missed Max.”
He turns his head darkly glaring. “You’ve been gone a week. Couldn’t have missed him that much.”
Anne just sighs, willing to let that go because she didn’t want to argue about her absence. She really wanted to talk about you and where he’s been.
“How was your night? Did you have fun with your buddies?”
They cut their eyes at each other, daring the other to say something stupid or lie again. She wasn’t going to let this go until he starts talking about what’s really going on. Chris grunted, throwing his head back, so fed up with Anne’s prodding. Just answer her questions and get this over with, he says to himself as he turns to his chin to face her with his answer.
“Yeah I had a good time. Haven’t seen them in a while…nice to catch up or whatever.”
Anne almost laughed at his half assed lie. She knew he was over there she’d heard his motor when he pulled up, waiting for him to come in but never did. And that’s totally fine if he wants to go be with you. Anne shakes her head, repositioning herself to face him. He wasn’t going to fess up on his own so she might as well get down to it herself.
“I can see that she makes you happy Chris.” It wasn’t like she was mad or upset that he’d been with you. She can’t be she has no room and besides, she meant it when she said she set him free. “So why are you hiding her from me?”
“Ugh because this doesn’t make any sense to me! It still feels wrong!” Chris shoves himself off the couch with a quiet growl so he won’t wake Max, softly shouting, “You’re supposed to be my wife Anne! We’re supposed to love each other and be a happy family! This isn’t how it’s supposed to work!”
Why couldn’t she see that this set up was making him feel crazy? If he was supposed to settle for normal, why is this everything but? If she wanted their relationship to be messy, they could’ve spared themselves by making this legal.
“How many more times do you want me to apologize. I’ve told you time and time again Chris. In the beginning, I really wanted to make this work. Maybe out of guilt or because I saw the change in you but I tried, ok? It’s not my fault that I…can’t…”
Chris stops her with a firm flat hand. “Fuck don’t remind me…” She didn’t have to go back there hearing those words once was enough, “but yeah, you’re right, she does make me happy…and I don’t want to ruin what I have with her with the sad news of our divorce, Anne. Do you know what kind of pressure that’ll put us under?”
“Who says you have to tell her?”
Slamming his hands down on his hips he rolls his eyes at her. “I don’t want to lie to her either…it’s been enough keeping the truth from her…”
Anne sighs, exasperated on any other advice to give him. “We’ve got to figure this out. We can’t keep doing this, I can’t keep putting you through this Chris. It’s not fair.”
“Well no fuckin shit.” He glares back over his shoulder at her.
Anne opens her mouth to say something but reconsiders for a quick second…but goes on to offer, “I can go Chris…” She didn’t want to say it but what other choice does she have? “I’ll go stay with my sister or something. Give you some space…us some space to figure all this out. Okay?”
That holds his attention, dropping his stance as he turns around to face her, insanely skeptical. But she was serious. She’ll get Max from school for the weekend, so he can really get a break from his dad duties. Maybe take you out on a real date, Anne’s suggestion. Chris hate to admit that he loved the idea, but as soon as she said she’d go, he immediately thought of the freedom you two would have with her really out the picture. Taking you out would be an absolute dream. All dolled up and wrapped around his little finger. Fisting your dress and fuckin you up against your front door at the end of the night. This could be good. This could help him sort his feelings.
“Hey,” she rests a hand on his tense shoulder, trying to look him in the eye but Chris quickly looks away. Didn’t want her to see the excitement in his eyes. “Take this time to get to know her…don’t worry…it’ll be fine.”
“So…she’s just gone…”
You didn’t want to believe it was that easy, that she just gets to dip and you two get to carry on like everything is cool. Can’t be this easy.
“Yeah…for the time being.”
“…what does that mean.”
Chris shrugs a shoulder, kissing your knuckles, finding the right words to say. “Guess it means we’re separated…” then he modestly peeks up at you through his long lashes, “means we can really spend some time together.” You guys grin.
“Oh…you mean together like this? With our kids screaming in the other room, sneaking around and shit…?” To prove your point, Max and Nev shrill and laugh from her room, and you direct your hand to the case in point as Chris laughs.
“Nooo of course not. Like just the two of us…off the couch.” He snuggles up your neck with a cute grin, kissing up under your jaw as you entertain the idea of you guys out in the real world. “Friday night,” his goatee tickles, “can you make that happen for me sweetness?”
Biting back a smile you return a loving nuzzle, wrapping an arm across his big shoulders. “Friday?”
Humming pleasantly behind puckered lips, he nods into you, holding you closer. “Yes ma’am. Promise I’ll show you a good time, have you home at a reasonable hour. Be the perfect gentleman.” His tongue rolls over your spot, sucking up your supple skin as he slips a hand under your shirt.
“Mmm…sounds wholesome.” But doesn’t feel so wholesome right now with Chris all up on you, riling you up. “I’d like to see that.”
Because, come on, how unbelievably hot does that sound. This big brute all suave and dapper, treating you like a princess. Shit you wanted to go right now. But hell…you can wait…with him distracting by feeling you up….whimpering out when Chris pinches your nipple with an evil little chuckle.
“That sounds like a yes…” he abandons your breast and travels down south, slipping his hand in your sweatpants to pet at your pussy, and he quietly groans, “…feels like a yes…”
“Oh it’s a hell yes daddy.” Moaning out you buck your hips into the palm of his hand. His fingertips tracing up and down your hot slit.
“Love it when you call me daddy sweetness…” Chris brushes his scandalous smirk up the curve of your ear. “You excited?”
Dipping your chin with a cute grin, you mumble into his puckered lips, “Mmmm what do you think…daddy…”
You couldn’t find a sitter fast enough. Thankfully, your mother desperately missed her grand-baby and couldn’t wait to take her off your hands. Cool, cool have her for the weekend for all you care, as long as you get to be with him. Nev was a little upset that you were shoving her off. She wasn’t used to being without you.
“Mama I don’t wanna go.” She hugged her stuffed animal with a pout as you packed her overnight bag. You two haven’t been apart for more than a day in such a long time you should have known it wasn’t going to be easy on her.
“It’s just a weekend baby. And besides mimi misses you, wants to spend time with you.”
“…but what about you?”
You stop stuffing clothes into the bag. “What about me boo?”
Hanging her head, Nev shrugs, softly asking, “Who’s going to be with you while I’m with mimi?”
That girl of yours. You huff a sweet sigh, grin as you caress her cheek. She’s worried about you being alone in the house.
“Aww baby. I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl.” Besides you’ve got your big bad daddy next door to keep you company. “Promise everything will be ok.”
“Will you call before I go to bed?” Her pout deepens, gripping your arm that’s zipping her bag close.
“Of course baby.” You smooth her soft curls back and drop a kiss atop them. “I’ll call you before bed and in the morning. That cool?”
Nev somberly nods, unsatisfied that she couldn’t talk you out of sending her away. It’s so tragically cute you almost feel guilty for being so excited to get rid of her. You don’t get much alone time so you are so ready that you get to be a real life grown up who doesn’t have to worry about picking up toys for a couple of days. Get to spend time with your self proclaimed man. With Anne technically out the picture, you felt ok with calling him that to yourself. He wouldn’t let you in on what he had planned for the evening and that excited you even more. You love for a man to take control, see if he can pleasantly surprise you and you had no doubts that he can plan the perfect date. As you waited for your mom to arrive, you fantasized about all the places he could take you, what he was doing a few hundred yards away from you. Was he just as antsy as you? How cute would it be if he was over there all nervous, trying to figure out what to wear. Your cheeks are starting to hurt from all the daydreaming. By the time your mom arrived, your eager smile was plastered on your face, giving yourself away.
“Have fun.” Your mom winked as she dragged Nev hitting you with the saddest eyes back over her shoulder. Tutting a chuckle, you wave goodbye, ignoring her pathetic frown and your mom’s wiggly brows.
“Don’t forget to call!” Nev desperately reminds you before you close the door and dart up the stairs to go get ready for your big night.
Chris isn’t used to nerves. Anxiously watching the clock, he paced the house, waiting for the clock to strike 7:30 to pick you up. This is a proper date and all. And he really wanted to treat you right tonight. Imagining how you’ll look sends all the blood rushing to the tip of his dick. Bet you look like a total smoke show his heart aches envisioning you opening the door. Wait til you hear what he has planned, and his secret back up if you’re down for it. He feels like you will. Getting lost in his thoughts help pass the time. 7:29 and he’s out the door.
“Pack a bag.” Chris purrs firmly in your ear, grabbing your ass in the tight miniskirt you’re rocking.
“Yeah?” You smile pulling back to look deep into his vivid steel blue eyes, surprised to hear his tender demand. Chris bites his lip and nods.
“If you’re cool with going away for the weekend.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice; grabbing his hand you head for the stairs already selecting what scantily clad underwear you’re going to bring. Chris’s smolder burns your backside as he follows closely behind. If he wasn’t on a tight schedule he’d rip that skirt off you and take you from behind. It can wait til later. Your sultry gazes meet over your shoulder as you beckon, “Come tell me what to pack.”
This is about to be a weekend you’ll never forget.
