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summary- you’re been a live in nurse to care for eda lamram, and you start to fall for her son, baron. baron plans a date night which ends up with you two spending the night together.
contains: porn with little plot 18+, fluffy smut, shy/soft!baron (basing barons personality on story he told)
the lamram household was always warm and quiet. you’d been hired over a month ago to care for eda lamram, she was stable but sick. eda had a son, baron, who lived at home as well. he worked as a postman for the small rural town down the road. baron was quiet and sweet, but always hovering around you when he was off work. making shy comments, leaving wildflowers by your bedroom door, or making extra coffee that was meant for you.
“mornin’. i uh.. made coffee. hope that’s alright” he mumbled softly as you walked into the kitchen to prepare edas medicine. he’d always offer such small things for you with the shyest smile, it made your heart flutter. you’d found baron intriguing - to say the least - for a few months now. he had a pretty face, with the softest puppy dog brown eyes. he was also the sweetest guy you’d ever met.
“good morning, baron. you know you don’t always have to do this, right?” you looked up at him as he began to scratch the back of his neck. he did that frequently, seemed to fluster himself with his own actions.
“i know i don’t gotta, but i wanna. reckon it’s the least i can do.” his soft eyes seemed to always be full of quiet wonder as they lingered on you, and they lingered a lot. you’d caught baron staring more times than necessary but it was never in a weird way. he was staring like he couldn’t believe you were real, couldn’t believe you were real and living in his childhood home.
you nodded and smiled in return as your body turned towards the living room to care for his mother. as you walked through the doorframe, you heard his soft shy voice again, “uh... i was thinkin'... if you ain't got plans later... maybe i could fix us some supper? as a thank you. i ain't the best cook, but i can try managin’ somethin' that ain't burnt.” it was the first time baron had offered to spend time with you other than just small encounters around the house.
you stilled at the offer, and turned around to meet his big brown eyes, they were wide and full of hope that made heat run through your body. “baron… you don’t have to go through all the trouble.”
he shuffled his feet slightly and began to fidget with his long shoulder-length hair. “it ain’t no trouble, really. you been takin such good care of mama, i wanna do somethin nice for ya”
you gave him a small smile “okay, that sounds nice then.” his face seemed to light up at your affirmation, and his voice was slightly breathless “that’s.. that’s real good. ill make something real nice for us. round six?”
“six is good, she’ll be settled by then.” and you turned to do your job, as well as you could at least. the reminder of barons invitation sat in your head all day.
the rest of the day passed smoothly, you did your daily routine as normal, but you couldn’t help the small excited smile that would make its way onto your face when you began to think about dinner with baron
around five pm you heard barons quiet footsteps enter the home and go into the kitchen to prep dinner. soon, the comforting smells of chicken and onions filled your senses. you called out from the living room “it smells wonderful in there!” with a smile on your face. the excitement brewing in your stomach grew.
“oh- uh- thanks. it’s nothin’ fancy.” he moved around the kitchen so quietly, but every so often you could hear a pause, as if he got lost in thought, before moving around again. baron also muttered to himself a lot, small flustered things. “don’t burn it… don’t burn it…” was barely audible over the sizzle of food in a pan.
once six approached, baron filled the doorway to the living room, wiping his hands on his stained overalls. he looked down at the floor then back up at you through his long dark lashes “suppers bout’ ready, if- if you’re hungry.” he gestured behind him to the kitchen table that was set with two plates, mismatched cutlery, a tiny scentless candle and a bundle of wilted wildflowers he must’ve picked from the garden outside. “hope it’s.. alright”
you walked over to the table and leaned down to smell the flowers. “it looks lovely, baron. smells lovely too.” he quickly rushed over, stumbling in his haste to pull out the white chair for you to sit in. once you sat down, baron began to dish dinner out. the meal was simple, chicken with onions and potatoes, but the gesture was loaded. “hope it tastes okay. i followed mamas recipe real close. i aint sure i did it right but I tried real hard, swear i did” he said as he sat down, it seemed as if he needed to convince himself more than he needed to convince you.
you took a bite and made a soft pleased sound “you’re a much better cook than you let on. it’s wonderful.” you looked up to meet his eyes and smiled. baron sighed in relief and ducked his head shyly, a faint pink dusting his cheeks where the cutest moles sat. “aw, well. im real glad you like it” he picked his own fork up but mainly pushed the food around his plate, mouth opening and closing wordlessly as if he had something to say, but second guessed himself. his attention was primarily on you. “you work so hard taking care of mama. figured the least i could do is try’n look after you a little bit too.”
“well thank you. that’s really sweet of you to say” you felt your heart flutter, he was so sweet, it made you want to wrap your arms around him and hold him close. you definitely found him more than just.. intriguing.
his eyes flicked up to yours then locked, staring all wide eyed. his hand was curled into a loose fist, resting gently against his cheek as his elbow was propped up on the table for support “you look at me like that.. and my brain just stops workin’ proper.”
you felt your cheeks flush red with heat. you cleared your throat and dabbed at your mouth with a napkin, attempting to gain some composure “so.. how was your day? hm?”
he seemed slightly surprised by the normal question “same as most, i reckon. delivered the mail, checked on mama ‘fore i left. how bout yours?”
you nodded slowly “it was long, but its better now i think.” your expression was a little amused as you noticed the small bit of potato on the corner of barons mouth. “baron.. you uh..” you gestured vaguely to his mouth but he didn’t seem to take the hint. “i.. what?”
you leaned over the small table and slowly reached your hand out to brush it off his lip, fingers lingering for a moment too long. barons eyes went even wider and dazed, he looked like he’d been hit with a spell and forgotten how to speak.
your smile widened at how flustered he was. “you alright?” all baron could do was nod, those big brown eyes still locked on your face. you’d noticed baron getting flustered over you before, plenty of times, but in that moment you knew it wasn’t because you were a new person in his quiet life. it was for other reasons entirely, and you were sure it was mutual to the way you felt.
the rest of the meal passed quietly, baron barely ate. his eyes were still focused on you, staring quietly with such open admiration in his eyes. once you finished your meal and cleared all the plates from the table baron began to head towards the living room. your hand on his forearm gently stopped him “baron..?” the touch was light, fingers resting gently on the bare warm skin. baron went completely still, swallowing nervously as his eyes dropped to where your hand rested on his skin.
“yeah?” it was barely a whisper.
“i just.. thank you.” he looked up at you as you spoke, and he looked so captivated.
“you don’t gotta thank me. reckon i should be thankin’ you, everyday.” he shifted his weight to turn more towards you. you stood there for a long moment, eyes locked on eachother just staring silently. every so often his eyes would flick down to your lips before darting back up to your eyes and licking his lips nervously. you wanted to kiss him so badly, wanted his soft chapped lips on yours so bad. you’d thought about it more often than you’d like to admit. thought about what it’d be like to be on top of him, be under him, have your hands in his hair as he worshiped your body. he looked inexperienced, and you wanted to show him everything.
he didn’t move a muscle, just stayed still and pliant as your fingers began to rub soft circles on his arm before you leaned into his face, your lips connecting with his cheek in the softest kiss.
the kiss was soft and quick on his now warm cheek, a gentle pressure of your lips against his soft skin that seemed to make baron freeze all over again. his entire body was still, big brown eyes wide and unblinking. “oh” it was more of a exhale than a word as he remembered how to breathe. “my brains just.. stoppin.. again” he met your gaze and swallowed hard, adams apple bobbing nervously in his throat. “i uh.. well.. i ain’t ever-“ he cut himself off from rambling too much before whispering softly in an awed voice “that was real nice.”
you felt your cheeks turning pink at his shyness “yeah?” you asked softly, needing reassurance.
he nodded eagerly, his fingers coming up to touch the spot your lips had been on his cheek. “real nice. i’ll be thinkin’ ‘bout that all night, i reckon”
you seemed settled by his words, and you wanted more, so leaned in again slowly this time. “would it be okay if i…” eyes flicking down to his lips then back up to his eyes, your intent clear in the way you tilted your head slightly.
his breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed in a way that made you bite your lower lip. long dark lashes casting shadows under his eyes. “yeah.. it’s more’n okay”
barons lips met yours halfway for a kiss that was soft and achingly sweet. it lasted just a few seconds before you pulled back to see him still frozen. hands trembling and hovering in the air near your waist, lips parted wide and still, eyes closed and squeezed shut, his brows furrowed together perfectly. the sight was intoxicating, he looked completely out of his depth and it made your want for him grow tremendously. your hand came up to gently card into his unkempt long messy hair, playing with a strand for just a second before he leaned in again as if drawn in by a force.
barons arms wrapped under your arms to grab at your neck and back, pulling you closer to him as he kissed back with a gentle clumsy urgency. it was a kiss that felt like he had been waiting his whole life, and now that it’s here, he’s barely holding back. his hands were everywhere all at once, gripping you clumsily. the kiss was awkward, but it was eager and full of need. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he let out a soft gasp against your lips, lifting you off your feet and holding you off the ground for a moment before setting you back down. it wasn’t a dramatic moment, it just felt like he wanted to feel the weight of you in his arms. barons lips never left yours as he did, the kiss continuing to be messy and breathless. his nose pressing against your face, poking your eye occasionally in the best way.
he stumbled back a step which caused you to pull apart slightly, gasping for air. “i..i don’t know what im doin’, i just know i don’t wanna stop.” his chest was rising and falling quickly.
“baron.. i want… please take me to your room.” the whisper was so soft coming from your lips, hesitant too. you weren’t sure if baron had actually had sex before, if you had to guess, you’d guess not.
“yeah.. i.. i can do that” barons voice was shaky, full of shock. he led you quietly by your hand until you reached his door. “it ain’t much, sorry if it’s.. i dunno.. a mess?”
“baron.. i don’t care if it’s a mess. i just want you.” your free hand began to slide up his chest as he pushed the door open.
once you were inside, he stood rigidly twiddling with his fingers, ducking his head shyly before you moved forward to guide him back to his bed. barons room was small, and sparse. there was a full sized bed with a small nightstand, and a lamp that sat on top of it. his wallpaper was peeling, childlike scenery’s of trees. yellow curtains hung over the two windows in his room, blocking out the outside world to create a private space for the love you were about to make.
the backs of his knees hit the side of the bed as you began to unbutton his overalls, pushing them down his body until the top part bunched at his waist. he was wearing a thin white t shirt under, it was so thin you could see the dark hair that was scattered underneath. “i ain’t ever had nobody look at me like you do. like im.. somethin’” the admission made your heart clench, so you ran your hands into his messy tangled hair and whispered back “you are something, baron. something to me at least.”
the words seemed to sink into him, relaxing his tall frame. he looked vulnerable, and incredibly earnest. “you’re so beautiful. it kinda hurts to look at’ya sometimes.” you felt your cheeks warm against at the compliment, god he was so sweet.
you gently guided him to lay down on the bed, climbing on top of him until your thighs straddled his hips. baron laid back with his hair fanned out, staring up at you with pure wonder in his eyes. you leaned down to kiss him again, his lips meeting yours halfway with a soft eager sigh. one of his hands moved to cup the back of your neck and you could feel the small tremor running in his veins. you moved to trace the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slowly until he raised his arms up obediently for you to take it off completely.
he was all pale skin, with dark hair scattering across his chest, and down the middle of his abdomen to lead towards the trail disappearing past his overalls. moles and freckles that looked like constellations scattered all over him as well, you wanted to kiss every one while you laid on his chest. he looked beautiful.
when your eyes finally left his chest to meet his again, he was blushing deeply. “i know i ain’t much to look at but…” you cut his self-conscious remarks off as you leaned down to kiss all over his chest, hot and open mouthed. you were trying to be slow and patient with him, but you couldn’t help the undeniable hunger that shuddered through your frame at the sight of his chest hair. you were such a goner when it came to chest hair and happy trails. you pulled back only to take your top off, pulling it over your head quickly before leaning back down to his mouth. his hands went to your back, clutching and roaming the newly exposed skin eagerly. after a few minutes of clumsy fiddling, he finally managed to unclasp your bra. barons breath hitched audibly as it came off and you threw it on the floor.
his eyes were wide and glossy, lips parted in an open “O”. “lord have mercy… i ain’t ever seen anything like you” he sounded breathless, soft brown eyes blinking rapidly.
you murmured as your hands went down to push his overalls off “you’re sweet, baron. so sweet. like sugar.” his eyes were fixed on your hands pushing down his overalls, hips slightly lifting off the bed to assist.
the second his overalls came off and he was just in his boxers, you began slowly grinding against his bulge, feeling the full length of him against your clothed pussy. he was fully hard and straining against the thin fabric of his boxers which had a damp spot of pre-cum spreading already. each roll of your hips sent a jolt of pleasure through him, making his thighs and stomach clench.
barons voice trembled when he spoke again “i.. ain’t ever done this before. im scared ill mess it up, but i wanna make you feel good. i wanna take care of ya. please, i wanna learn.” he was so fucking eager, you didn’t have to check to know how wet you were. you adjusted yourself on his lap to pull your pants and panties down, then settled back over him, hovering. as you did so, baron quickly pulled his boxers down and kicked them to the side.
his cock was thick and pulsing, the head an angry red as it stood against his pale stomach. pre-cum smearing all over his happy trail. puppy dog eyes full of admiration as it trailed over your bare body “i ain’t got the words..i.. lord.” he cut himself off as you shifted to stroke his cock slowly in your hand, guiding the tip to your glistening and throbbing pussy. a soft whine escaped your lips when you felt his tip glide over your folds, tilting your head back as the pleasure thrummed through your body.
“oh.. oh just.. wait a sec.. just.. go slow, please. i ain’t gonna last if you-“ he was panting now, mouth open and eyes wide. his hands flew to your hips to grip tightly, grounding himself as you began to sink down slowly, inch by inch, on his thick cock.
your hips moved slowly as you rode him, grinding back and forth his thick cock was fully inside you, stretching your pussy in ways you thought were unimaginable. you were pulling back almost entirely before sinking down to take every inch again, making him gasp with each slide. you were so wet that you could hear the slick sounds each time. baron was arching his back up, pressing further into you. helpless heavenly moans were leaving his pink lips. eyes were glazed in pleasure, and his mouth was open in a constant pant. “im.. im tryin real hard to be gentle. am.. am i doin’ alright?”
“mhmmmmm” you moaned out as your head tilted back to expose your throat. “you’re doing so good f’me, baron. soo good.” you kept your pace gentle, and slow. he already looked incredibly overwhelmed so you knew he would cum fast, and you wanted his cock to slide against your tight walls for as long as possible.
his hips twitched, jerking upwards clumsily in a reflex he didn’t know how to control. barons cock was twitching and throbbing inside of you, sending pleasure all throughout your body, tightening in your lower stomach. every-time his eyes would flutter, he’d open them back up again immediately, not wanting to miss a second of the sight of you on top of him. his cock was deep inside you, each thrust of him making your nerves feel like they’re on fire.
a faint sheen of sweat was on barons forehead, stray pieces of hair sticking to his flushed skin as his breathing became heavier. his long hair fanned out messily against the blue comforter as your hands continued to run through it softly. “do- don’t stop, darlin.. pleaaaase” his voice was a soft whine that became a moan as his release began to build with each gentle rock of your hips.
one of your hands traveled from his long hair to your clit, rubbing tight small circles as you felt the pleasure build in your body. baron seemed captivated and stunned by the action, his eyes now locked on your fingers. you were gasping and moaning above him, small incoherent sounds before his curiosity got the best of him. his lower lip was caught between his teeth as he whispered “let me try, i wanna make you feel good.” one of his hands slid down your hip until it rested just on top of yours, learning the rythym of your movements.
his hand was calloused, but so big. the second his thumb made contact with your sensitive clit, your body jolted. you guided his hand faster and faster, desperate for a release. desperate to reward him for his eagerness. the roughness of his fingers created a perfect friction, your legs beginning to tremble as heat began to take over your body. “baron.. oh god.. baby… baby right there..”
your words started to stutter as you felt the pleasure wracking your frame, taking over in pure bliss. your back arched against him, hips moving frantically before you shuddered. pussy clenching around baron tightly, and a gasp left his lips. barons eyes rolled back as he fought for control, trying to hold on by a thread. the feeling of you clenching, combined with the gentle rocking of your hips was pushing him towards the edge quickly.
“i aint ever seen nothin’ more perfect…” his voice was shaky with disbelief, like he couldn’t quite believe his fingers brought you to your orgasm.
“i caint.. darlin.. im gonna…” his breath was quicker now, panting heavily as his hands started to tremble on your hips, scrambling to grasp them even tighter and digging into your skin. his entire body tensed and arched up, a choked moan coming out as his thick cum filled you entirely, pulsing deeply and painting your insides white before he breathlessly collapsed back onto the sheets.
barons long arms wrapped around you as you slowly lifted your body up, hands on his chest to support yourself. his softening cock fell out of you and rested against his stomach as you fell beside him to lay your head on his chest, catching your breath.
“i don’t think my hearts ever beat that fast.” a small dazed smile was playing on his lips as his hand came up to card through your hair. you pressed your lips softly to his chest, letting them linger there for a moment before whispering to his damp skin “you’re perfect, baron.”
his head came down to nuzzle his cheek against your hair. you don’t think you’d ever seen him so soft and happy, like he was floating. “i ain’t ever gonna forget this. forget you.”
“well good thing you don’t have to, hm? im not going anywhere.” you said it as sincere as possible, and you meant it. you didn’t plan on going anywhere. not away from baron, not away from his sick mother, not away from this house and not away from this shabby town if this is where he’d be.
you leaned your head up to find his lips, kissing them gently before pulling back to just rest your forehead against his. his hand tightened in your hair, a silent plea to just stay close to him. your breath mingling together as you stayed pressed with no space in between.
“just let me stay right here a while longer.” you whispered quietly against his lips.
his eyes fluttered closed, dark lashes casting shadows under his pink cheeks as a soft peaceful smile formed on his lips “ain’t no place id rather be”
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for my perfect baby emilie. i love you.
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