Frills
Summary: Reader fucks the shit out of Kevin for wearing a sexy robe. Like the robes that wives with fat asses wear. Warnings: kevin has a pussy, futa/girlcock, some degradation if you squint, mentions of squirting, mentions of creaming, impregnation kink, gratuitous nipple play, obvs top reader, rough sex, kevin is the readers thick ass wife w long hair, established relationship/marriage
A/N: if you didn't already know, kevin moon drives me crazy and this is a product of what i want to do to him.
Kevin knows better than to wear a robe to bed, because he knows that you’re going to molest him. You've been playing around with the risk of getting him pregnant, and with his ovulation period rolling around. . .
He's been pushing it even more. The little extra padding on his hips that he got from your extended honey moon drove you fucking nuts for weeks. Thank god you didn't decide to bring any work to bed, because it wouldn't have gotten done.
Like a fool, you indulged in his small joy and filled a section of his side on the closet with a selection of robes.
You shuffled into the room, tucking the bottom of your muscle shirt into your shorts. He sat up against the headboard, one leg crossed over the other. His fuzzy red robe rolled up past his mid thigh. The faint yellow glow of the bedside lamp was enough for you to see a bit of his unclothed pussy, it almost made you growl out of frustration.
You were starting to feel foolish, calculating how long you'd end up sleeping if you fucked him how you wanted. You took a silent breath inward, releasing it through your mouth as you crossed the room to reach your favorite side of the bed.
Quick. Something to keep your brain in order... Checking the news would kill it fast.
You almost didn't realize that he was flipping through a book in his lap. You stopped at the edge of the bed, gathering your hair with both hands, rolling it up and pinning it to the back of your head with one hand.
You reached for your phone on the corner of the table, stopping short when his hand flashed in your vision. You looked up to a playful smile on his face, holding your phone over his head as he puckered his lips for a kiss.
"My god.." You chuckled, shaking your head. You crawled onto the bed and cupped his cheeks before slotting your lips against his. You kissed him about 3 times before you were satisfied, plopping down on your side.
That was dangerous, because he knew that you definitely wanted more than that. He set your phone in your hands with a smile, returning to the book in his lap. You resolved to yourself that you could cuddle with him at least. You scoot over, rolling onto your stomach and wriggle your head under his arms.
"Hm?" He glances down, kissing you before returning to his book. He was trying just as hard not to beg you to strip down and have your way with him. You threw a leg over his lap, inserting yourself completely between his legs. You reach up, gently pulling the hair tie keeping his hair in its messy top knot. "Don't mind me."
You card your fingers through his hair, fixing it and brushing it behind his ears. You decided completely that reading the news was off of the table now. You carefully reach to the side and set your phone on the bedside table.
You finger over the panels of his robe, slipping a hand in the right side, rubbing the rough pad of your thumb over his nipple. You went straight in with the other, kissing over his soft breast flesh. He sighs, resting the book against your shoulders.
"Just keep reading, baby."
He rose the book halfheartedly, his lids hung low. Kevin curses when you roll his nipple between your teeth, sucking it completely into your mouth.
"You're so fucking sexy." You growled, almost out of frustration as you wriggled down his chest and in between his thighs. You wondered what it'd be like to pop in on him at work and eat his pussy under his desk. Your head shoved under his pencil skirt, him feeling too drunk to even pretend to enter grades. "You have no idea what you do to me."
He whimpered, the book wobbling in his hands.
"Want me to put a baby in you this time?"
You pushed a bit of his robe up his thighs before you slipped your head under it. His back tenses with a shiver, your hot breath is already blowing over his cunt. He must have been wet before you came in, he already smelled so heady and earthy. You slid your hands under his legs, cupping the backs of his knees, lifting them to open up more of his pussy for you. The tip of your nose presses against his inner thigh as you lapped across his puffy outer lips, inward.
"Try not to squirm," You reminded him gently as you wrapped an arm around his right thigh and went in. You wouldn’t mind him smothering you with his thighs, but he wouldn’t exactly be able to see if you were suffocating from under his robe.
A bit awkwardly, you slip your hand in and push back some of his mound to push out more of his fleshy little folds. You flick your tongue in between them as you stroke your thumb over his clit. He threw his head back, whining something sweet. He was smart enough to dog ear the page he stopped on, he probably wouldn't be getting back to it until tomorrow.
You didn't wanna let him get used to it, digging the crook of your thumb against his spongy little love button. You curved your tongue through his folds, not quite pushing him open yet.
"Ooh!" He mewled, slipping a hand under a panel in his robe to tug at his nipples.
You reared back, spitting at the hood of his clit. He hissed through his teeth, his voice breaking in a moan as you crane your neck to drag the tip of your tongue around it.
Your resolve is lost when he squeaks your name. It was like the day you tried those mints on his birthday. You slobbered on his cunt for hours, your tongue was fucking buzzing and your brain was sparking as drool seemed to flow endlessly from your mouth.
You wrapped your wet lips around his clit, sucking harshly as you slipped your fingers under your chin. His thighs were practically squeezing around your ears when you squeezed your fingers inside him.
"Fuck.." You rasped under your breath, you couldn't stop humping the mattress like some sort of dog. You retract your fingers, slathering them over your tongue before moving to sit back on your haunches. You grabbed a handful of your shirt, bunching it around your waist as you dug in your shorts. His face was flushed and his eyes were glassy. Poor baby, he must have been so close.
You shove the shorts down to your knees, laying back up against his chest. You didn't have it in you to tease him anymore. You already had a fat bead of precum trailing its way over the tip of your dick.
Kevin wraps his arms around your shoulders, kissing you and sucking on your tongue eagerly. You drag your heavy shaft over his pussy lips, pushing into him.
You plant your hands at his sides, slowly rolling your hips in until I reach the hilt. This is where you could actually lose control, he loved it when you used him like a fleshy cocksleeve. You grunted, rearing back before bucking your hips against his. He gasped, gripping the back of your shirt as he bounced against the headboard.
"Ugh, I’m gonna fucking cum" he whined into your ear, raising his legs to wrap them around your hips. You almost chuckled at how he trapped you in, he knew you weren't going anywhere. You rest your forehead on the center of his chest, pistoning into him.
“Oh my god!" He squealed, throwing his head back. You panted, reaching up clumsily to pull apart the loose knot holding his robe together. You flattened your tongue, dragging it over his blushed nipple, tawny like the skin of a peach. His moans shook at the force you pounded into him. Kevin screwed his eyes shut, raising his hips to roll back against you. He shook all over the first time you fucked him like this, he could barely take you before.
"This shit is always talking back to me, nasty as fuck." You purred, releasing his nipple with a pop before moving to the other. He responded with a high pitched moan, tremors running through his thighs. It was true, his cunt always got so gushy when you fucked him open. You wanted to feel his cunny spasm when he came, so you reared back and went harder. Your forehead was getting sweaty, he was always so warm.
"Fuck, I want you to cream around this dick." You moved your grip to his hips and pulled him to meet each of your thrusts. Your skin smarts against each other as he screams. You pulled away from his nipple, licking your lips as you set him back down against the bed before slipping a hand between you to reach his cunt. He shouts again when your fingers brush against his clit, choking on his breath when you dug your fingers into it.
You pulled out to the tip, gasping in delight when a little bit of liquid followed. "Did you squirt for me? Wow, honey." You cooed at him, easing your way back in. He rests a trembling hand on your wrist, not particularly pushing it away but asking you to slow down. You obliged, seeing him ruined like this was enough for you to cum anyway. You rolled into him slowly, leaning up to press a few soft kisses to his mouth. He hardly had control of his breath.
He was still throbbing around you, it was driving you fucking crazy. You chase a few deep rolls inside him before the feeling crawls up the length of your body, cumming with the breath punched out of your gut. Your heart flutters from the sight of his endeared smile as your cock jumps inside of him.
Comfortingly, he reaches forward and traces the planes of your back with his short nails. You clench your teeth, feeling your body jerk with a remaining few pulses of your dick. “Stop,” you whine with a shiver, shifting to crawl back. “You know what that fucking back thing does to me.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Isn’t the goal for you to put a baby in me?” He tried to resist the feeling, but ultimately succumbs to the urge to giggle. You guide yourself out of him, sighing and sitting back on your knees. “If you keep wearing those robes, I’ll make sure you get pregnant.”