20 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼
𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
the bedroom is dimly lit when you finally push the door open, giggling under your breath. your legs feel like jelly after one too many cocktails with the girls and the whole world is pleasantly spinning. you spot your husband immediately
Duff is lounging against the headboard, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants slung low on his hips. his long, silver-streaked hair is loose and a little messy. most importantly, those damn reading glasses are perched on his nose while he scrolls through his phone with a concentrated little frown. he looks so fucking good it makes your drunk brain short-circuit
you bit your lip hard as you stumbled toward the bed
“Mmm… you know how hot you look in those glasses?” you purr, voice husky and teasing as you crawl onto the mattress “Like… stupid hot. My hot older husband being all smart and sexy in bed”
Duff looks up from his phone, eyebrows raising in surprise before a soft, boyish laugh escapes him. his eyes crinkle at the corners, warm and fond
“Jesus, baby… how much did you drink tonight?” he asks, clearly trying not to laugh harder. he sets his phone aside but leaves the glasses on
you don’t answer. instead, you swing one leg over his lap and straddle him clumsily, your hands immediately sliding into his long hair and tugging a little too roughly. you lean in and kiss him messily, all tongue and needy little sounds
Duff hums sweetly against your mouth, his big hands resting gently on your waist to steady you. he’s smiling into the kiss — that soft, amused smile he gets when you’re being ridiculous and he loves every second of it
you pull back, breathing fast and start yanking at the hem of your tight top with zero coordination. you tug it down messily, nearly ripping it in your eagerness, until your breasts spill out
“You like my boobs?” you demand, voice breathy and drunk as you cup them in your hands, pushing them together right in front of his face “Say it. Tell me you like them, Duff”
he lets out a surprised little laugh, cheeks actually flushing slightly as he stares up at you. The reading glasses make him look even softer
“Baby…” he chuckles, voice warm and affectionate “Yeah, I like them. I love your boobs” he says it so genuinely, like he’s trying to be a good boy for you, his hands gently coming up to rest just beneath yours “They’re perfect. Just like I’ve told you before million times already”
that sweet answer only makes you more turned on
you fumble with his sweatpants, pushing them down just enough to free him. he’s already half-hard from your chaotic affection and the second you wrap your hand around him, he lets out a soft groan
without any grace, you line him up and sink down onto him in one eager, wobbly motion
“Oh my god…” you moan loudly, head falling back as you feel every inch. it’s messy and uncoordinated, your hips rolling in sloppy circles but it feels so fucking good
Duff’s hands fly to your hips, not to control you, but to support you sweetly, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin
“Easy, sweetheart” he murmurs, voice husky but still so fond “You’re gonna hurt yourself like that”
but you don’t slow down. you ride him with drunk eagerness — bouncing messily, grinding down hard, hands braced on his broad chest. your moans are loud and shameless
Duff watches you with pure adoration in his eyes, lips parted, those reading glasses slightly fogged now. every time you slam down on him, he lets out these soft, sweet little grunts, his fingers flexing on your hips like he’s torn between letting you have your chaotic fun and keeping you safe
“Fuck… you feel so good” you gasp, leaning forward to kiss him sloppily again “My sweet husband… looking so hot in those glasses while I ride you”
he laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a low groan when you clench around him
“I didn’t know you like it so much when I wear my reading glasses” he whispers, voice full of sweetness. one hand slides up your back, holding you close as you continue your messy rhythm “So pretty when you’re like this… all wild and needy for me”
your head is spinning — from the drinks, from how he feels inside you, from all the praises, from how devastatingly soft and hot he looks with those reading glasses still perched on his nose
suddenly, the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them
“Maybe we should have another baby…” you gasp, grinding down harder on him, voice breathy and desperate “Duff… let’s have another one. I want it”
for a second, his hips stutter beneath you. his eyes widen behind the glasses, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering across his face. he lets out a soft, breathless laugh, his hands tightening slightly on your hips as he tries to keep you steady
“Baby…” he says gently, voice warm and careful, like he’s talking to something precious and a little fragile “You’re really drunk right now. When you’re sober tomorrow, we can talk about it, okay?”
but you shake your head stubbornly, leaning forward so your bare chest presses against his. your movements grow more frantic, riding him with sloppy determination as you chase that high
“No… I mean it” you whine, lips brushing his jaw “We already have two grown kids… but I want another one with you. Please… just one more, Duffy. Fill me up. I want you to put a baby in me tonight”
Duff groans softly, the sound equal parts turned on and helplessly fond. he looks so sweet like this — older, handsome, completely wrapped around your drunken little finger
“You know I’d give you anything… But not when you’re this wasted”
still, he doesn’t stop you. he lets you keep riding him, messy and eager, his hips rocking up gently to meet yours while he holds you close. his free hand strokes your back in soothing circles, even as your words clearly affect him — you can feel him throb inside you, harder now
you moan louder, clenching around him as you beg again, voice slurred and needy
“Cum inside me… please, baby. I want it so bad. Want you to breed me tonight…”
Duff lets out a shaky breath, his usual calm cracking just a little. he kisses your temple, then your cheek, murmuring against your skin
“Fuck… you’re so pretty when you’re like this. All eager and filthy” he swallows hard, trying to stay responsible even while buried deep inside you “Just… ride me, baby. Let me take care of you tonight. We’ll talk about babies when you wake up with a clear head, yeah? I promise”
but you’re too far gone, you keep moving, messy and desperate, whispering “cum inside me” and “give me another baby” between broken moans, your body trembling as you get closer and closer
suddenly, the orgasm crashes into you hard. your whole body shakes as you cry out, clenching tight around him, thighs trembling violently on either side of his hips. you bury your face in his neck, moaning his name over and over while waves of pleasure roll through your drunk body
Duff holds you through it, kissing your shoulder and whispering “Good girl… I’ve got you”
when you finally start to come down, panting and dizzy, you stay slumped against his chest, still full of him. in your hazy mind, you’re convinced he finished too. you smile drunkenly, nuzzling into his neck
“Mmm… It was so good” you mumble happily „You came inside me, right?”
Duff pauses for a second, then gently lies, his voice soft and soothing “Yeah, baby. I did. Filled you up just like you wanted”
he says it because he knows how emotional you get when you’re this drunk and he just wants to calm you down and take care of you. he strokes your back tenderly, hoping you’ll settle
but you’re not as out of it as he thinks
even through the heavy fog of alcohol, you feel it — he’s still hard inside you. he didn’t cum. not even close
your hazy bliss flips instantly into drunk, irrational hurt
you sit up straight on his lap, eyes glassy but suddenly angry as you stare down at him
“You’re lying…” you slur, bottom lip trembling “You didn’t cum. I can feel it. You lied to me!”
Duff’s face softens with guilt and concern. he reaches for you immediately, hands gentle on your waist
“Hey, listen—”
“No!” you push his hands away, clumsily climbing off him. your legs nearly give out as you stumble off the bed, tears already filling your eyes “You don’t want another baby with me… You lied so I’d shut up!”
“Baby, that’s not true—” he starts, sitting up quickly, reading glasses now on the nightstand, looking like a worried golden retriever “You’re really drunk. I just didn’t want you to get upset—”
but you’re already in full drunk tantrum mode
you yank your shirt back up messily, tears spilling down your cheeks as you storm toward the bathroom
“I hate you” you sob dramatically, even though it’s not true “Twenty years and you won’t even cum inside me when I ask…”
you slam the bathroom door behind you and lock it with a loud click. the second you’re inside, you slide down against the door, sitting on the cold tile floor, crying messy drunk tears into your hands
outside, you hear Duff’s heavy footsteps approaching. his voice comes through the door, gentle and full of love
“Baby… come on. Open the door. You know I love you. I just didn’t want to do anything while you’re this wasted”
he tries the open softly, then sighs when he finds it locked
“Please, let me in. We can talk… or I can just hold you. You’re breaking my heart out here”
you hear him slide down to sit on the floor on the other side of the door, his back resting against it. his voice drops even softer, patient and sweet like the big puppy he is
“I’m right here. Whenever you’re ready… I’m not going anywhere”
but you didn't want to hear it right now. tho eventually after a minute your drunk tantrum slowly starts to losen so you pull yourself up using the sink, swaying slightly as you stare at your flushed, tear-streaked face in the mirror
“Stupid…” you mumble to yourself
you turn on the faucet and splash cold water on your face, trying to sober up even a little. you wash away the smudged mascara, brush your teeth messily and took a quick shower. the whole time you’re grumbling under your breath like a sulky child
when you finally feel a tiny bit more composed, you unlock the bathroom door and step out
Duff is still sitting on the floor right outside, back against the wall, looking up at you with those big, worried puppy eyes. he starts to speak but you just huff and walk past him without saying a word. you climb into bed like an angry toddler, dramatically pulling the sheet over your head until you’re completely hidden
you hear him sigh softly
“Baby…” he murmurs but you stay silent
eventually the mattress dips as he gets back into bed. he doesn’t try to pull the sheet off you. Iinstead, he gently rests a hand on your covered back and rubs slow circles until you eventually fall into a heavy, drunken sleep
morning comes way too quickly
your head is pounding like someone is hammering inside your skull. you groan miserably and bury your face deeper into the pillow
the sound of quiet movement around the room makes you crack one eye open
Duff is tidying up — picking up your discarded clothes from last night, folding them neatly and picking up your heels. he’s moving carefully, trying to be quiet but he woke you up anyway
“I didn’t mean to wake you up, baby” he says softly when he noticed you stirring up, voice full of guilt “Go back to sleep. I was just cleaning a little”
you sit up slowly, wincing at the massive headache and pull the blanket around your shoulders like a sad little burrito. you feel so stupid. the shame of drinking too much is already creeping in, making you act small and fragile, like a kid who knows they messed up
Duff walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. you don’t even think — you just lean forward and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his warm chest. he smells like home and his perfume
he hugs you back immediately, one big hand stroking your messy hair
“You still mad at me?” he asks gently, almost hesitantly
you blink against his shirt, confused
“…For what?” you mumble, voice hoarse
Duff lets out a quiet breath, clearly debating how to say it. his hand keeps rubbing your back soothingly
“Oh… I’ll tell you later, baby. When your head feels better”
you pull back just enough to look up at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion even through the pounding headache
“No. Tell me now”
he hesitates, then smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear
“Well… you got home really drunk last night. We had sex, and you were… very eager. You kept telling me you wanted another baby. You begged me to come inside you so we could make one” he pauses, watching your face carefully “I didn’t. I just told you I did so you’d calm down and go to sleep peacefully. But you felt that I hadn’t… and you got pretty upset. Threw a little tantrum, locked yourself in the bathroom, then came out mad as hell and hid under the sheets like our daughter when she was five and we didn't get her her favorite toy”
you stare at him
the silence stretches
your eyes slowly widen in pure horror, like you’ve just been struck by lightning
“I— I WHAT???” you look at him like he just slapped you, voice cracking
your face burns with embarrassment. you feel your stomach drop straight through the floor
“Oh my god…” you breathe, completely mortified “I did that? I asked you to… to breed me? For ANOTHER BABY? We already have two grown kids and I— that can't be true. Tell me you're joking Duff. I swear if you're joking.”
Duff nods, lips twitching like he’s trying not to smile at how horrified you look right now.
“I wish I was joking, baby. And you were very… passionate about it”
you let out a mortified groan and collapse forward, hiding your burning face in his chest again
“I’m never drinking again” you mumble against his skin, voice small and humiliated “Ever”
Duff chuckles softly, wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head
“You’re cute when you’re drunk and feral” he teases gently, still stroking your hair
you whimper in embarrassment, clinging tighter to your sweet older husband
“Kill me now”
“Not a chance” he murmurs lovingly, holding you close ““I thought it was kind of cute, honestly. The way you got all demanding and then so upset when I didn’t… perform on command”
you let out a watery groan and hide your face deeper in his neck. you stay quiet for a while, sniffling softly, still feeling small and soggy in his lap. your fingers twist nervously in the fabric of his shirt
“I just feel so dumb…” you mumble eventually, voice barely audible. “Like a horny teenager instead of a grown woman who’s been married for twenty years”
Duff tilts your chin up gently with two fingers until you finally meet his eyes
“You’re allowed to be a horny teenager sometimes” he says tenderly, thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek “You’re my girl. Always will be. Even when you’re crying in my lap because you’re embarrassed you begged me to breed you”
you let out a pathetic little laugh-sniffle combo, still embarrassed but starting to melt under his sweetness “I love you Duff”
“I love you too, baby”