40. divorced. permanent eyebags. reserved. loves his daughter more than anything. boring finance job. delights in his solitude. does a really good barbecue.
what's that? a NEW au from aliaratawitchtrial? it can't be!
40 year old divorced chris sturniolo finds himself increasingly swamped with work. the more promotions he receives, the more money he makes, the less time he had to spend at home with his 7 year old daughter, summer. so, for the four days a week she isn't living with his ex wife, he hires a babysitter to take care of her. what he doesn't expect is to become completely enamored by the 22 year old employee, who is both fantastic at her job and very attractive.
⚠︎ this au will explore a relationship with an extreme age gap. this is fantasy. fan FICTION. i am in no way trying to encourage this behaviour in real life because it is not a good idea! never trust an older man! love you!
p.s if you only want to be tagged in this au, or only in the preacher's daughter au, just let me know!
could we get chris overstimulating preachers daughter or is that too freaked up 🙃😓
it's NEVER too freaked out around here. i combined this request with a fic i was already halfway through writing but i promise the overstimulation is in there!!!
౨ৎ dealer!chris getting really high and needy :(
⚠︎ intoxication, oral fixation, overstimulation (omg that rhymes!)
after a busy day of work for both you and chris, you had decided to stay home and unwind for the night. chris had just stubbed out the joint he was smoking, and you were curled up next to him, completely absorbed in your book.
he was laying with his hands behind his head, eyes half closed, in a state of pure bliss. he felt like his brain was melting, but there was just something… off. he frowned and ran his teeth over his tongue, reached over and fumbled around with the assortment of items on your bedside table, but he couldn’t find what he was looking for, what he needed.
you usually kept one or two lollipops scattered amongst the mess, originally for yourself, but since chris started smoking weed again, they had become the thing he craved every time. now he’d just have to resort to something else.
“angel,” he muttered, turning over to face you.
you let out a noncommittal “mm” without glancing up from your book.
“need you… please?” his voice came out as a low whine as he leaned over to tuck his face in your neck.
“m’tired, chris… thought we said it was gonna be a chill night.”
you could feel him smile against your neck as he mumbled, “i'm so chill right now.” he started kissing at the skin, eventually leaving small nips and bites on the smooth length of your neck. not enough to hurt or leave a mark, just enough for you to feel the gentle scrape of his teeth on you.
you frowned slightly, gripping your book a little tighter. “chris, i really need to know what happens next. can't put it down now…”
“then don't put it down.” chris shifted to lay on top of you, shoving his head between your arms so that your book was resting lightly atop his messy hair.
you glanced down to meet his sleepy, reddened eyes as he smiled up at you. you had to appreciate the boy’s determination to be close to you.
“keep reading, angel. just gonna lay here.” he closed his eyes and rested his head on your chest. you could feel his warm breath on your skin, slowing down as the two of you relaxed.
after a while, chris lifted his head and gently pulled the top of your nightgown down to free your breasts, shifting slightly so that he could take one of your nipples between his lips. he sighed as soon as his mouth made contact with your soft skin, and you could feel his lashes brushing against your chest as his eyes slid shut again. you said nothing, just gently scratched his hair and kept reading.
chris kept suckling at you, reaching up with his hand to lightly squeeze at your other breast. he was in heaven right now, so close to you, surrounded by your warmth. he opened his mouth a little wider, desperate to take as much of you in as he could.
you kept reading, although it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the words in front of you while the smacking sounds of chris's greedy mouth filled the room.
minutes passed before he pulled away from you with a heavy sigh, resting his head on your chest as he took a second to catch his breath. you were about to ask him if he was satisfied yet, but before you could open your mouth, he was sliding determinedly down your body until he was completely hidden under the blanket.
you could feel his large hands wrap around your waist, gentle but firm, and the weight of his head as he rested it against your thigh.
“shit…” his voice came out a low rumble, his nose prodding the plush skin of your thigh. you could feel his warm breath fan across your skin as he let out a long, contented exhale. one of his hands slid down from your waist to your hip, his fingers curling around the lace waistband of your underwear.
“can i? please, baby?” his voice was muffled under the blanket, but you knew exactly what he was asking for.
“mm, okay. only cause you want it.” you mumbled, grateful that chris couldn’t see the smile on your lips.
chris was whining softly before your panties were even halfway down your thighs. he tugged them down your legs and reached a hand out from under the blanket to toss them onto the floor, clearly quite confident that you wouldn’t be needing them again tonight.
he nudged his nose through your folds, moaning softly at the sweet scent of you. the weed had all of his senses heightened, resulting in a dizzying desire to smell you, touch you, taste you. he flattened his tongue against you, licking a long, slow stripe up your dripping slit. he did that a few times, purposely avoiding your clit, which had your hips twitching below his hands.
“chris…” you sighed softly, sick of his teasing.
he ignored you, a quiet grunt slipping out of him as he pressed your squirming hips down onto the mattress to hold you still. clearly, he was working on his own schedule.
when he eventually did reach your clit, he let out a raw moan as his lips wrapped around the soft bud. his grip tightened on your hips, and you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow where his thumbs were pressing into you.
chris had let go of all his inhibitions, no longer concerned with suppressing his needy whines or the drool that escaped his mouth, dripping down your folds and mingling with the wetness already pooling there.
he released his hold on your hips, only to grip the bottom of your thighs and push them up around his head. you figured he wanted you to squeeze your legs around him, and when you did, he let out a muffled moan, almost resembling a sob.
he lifted one hand, rooting around blindly until he was able to interlock his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly. the sounds that filled the room were undeniably filthy now, a mixture of chris’s greedy tongue slurping at your folds, and the grunts and whimpers that escaped him.
your orgasm caught you by surprise, a sudden release that had your body melting into the mattress and your fingers threading through his hair.
but chris still wasn’t satisfied. his tongue continued working at your tired clit, creating a sensation that sent a shiver down your spine.
“chris, s’too much…”
he only doubled his efforts and held your thighs closed around his head, mumbling mostly to himself, “just a little more, baby… you’re a big girl, you can handle it…”
you sigh and tug at his hair to try and get his attention away from your pussy. “but you’ve been down there for ages…”
chris let out an exaggerated whine of disappointment, lifting his head slightly to meet your eye. “please, baby, wanna stay down here… i need you…”
you had never seen him like this before, so desperate. his reddened eyes were making the blue of his irises even more striking, and you were almost certain you could see a sheen of unshed tears in the room’s dim light. god, you couldn’t say no to him when he was like this.
“okay, fine. but you have to be gentle.”
“yes, ma’am.” chris smiled as he tilted his head down again, sucking at you more gently this time. it was as if he was no longer thinking of it as something sexual, but simply a means of relieving himself while he was in this state, or something he relied on for his sanity.
you couldn’t decide if you regretted allowing him to continue or not, because the new, slow pace at which his mouth was working, although nice, wasn’t quite enough to bring forth the second orgasm you were starting to crave.
“chris… more…”
chris hummed around your clit before shaking his head. “nah, it’s good like this.”
you huffed in surprise and reached down to tug at his hair, forcing him to lift his head. his messy lips were curled upwards in a knowing, defiant smile.
“what’s the problem, baby? you asked me to be gentle.”
“it’s not enough…” you whined.
“that’s funny, cause you were sayin’ it was too much a second ago.”
“chris!” he knew exactly what he was doing, you could tell by the smug look on his face. “just make me cum again, and then you can go as annoyingly slow as you like.”
“fuck,” chris promptly got back to work, and you could see the blanket dipping where he was pressing his hips into the mattress. “should boss me around more, baby. looks good on ya.”
you were grateful he couldn’t see you blushing. as comfortable and safe as you had grown to feel around him, it still made you flustered to take charge, even in small ways like this.
it didn’t take much for chris to pull a second orgasm from you, but it hit you even more forcefully than the first. you turned your face to hide in the pillow as your release soaked chris’s lips and chin. he was careful not to waste a drop of it, licking dutifully until you were all clean.
he kept it fairly tame after that, nursing your clit gently at a pace that was more relaxing than anything. you couldn’t quite remember how long he kept at it, but when you woke up, the sun was streaming through the blinds and chris was fast asleep with his head on your thigh, mouth wide open.
it was around 1pm in the afternoon and you feel like bullshit. your head was pounding and aching, your body felt so heavy, your throat was feeling so goddamn dry, and just every worst feeling you can feel.
and so, your caring boyfriend went out to buy you your favorite warm soup from a local market. you're currently curled up in bed, wearing his soft hoodie that swallowed you whole. just as you were about to pick your phone and call him, he already arrived, the sound of a paper bag rustling echoed the kitchen.
"hey baby, you feeling any better?" chris asked you as he walked towards the bed and sat beside you—stroking your hair gently and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "no.. i hate being sick so much." you whined and buried your face on his chest. "i know ma." he muttered against your hair. "c'mon, up. bought your favorite soup."
chris helped you stand up and guided you by holding your waist as you sat down at the kitchen counter stool. your eyes were droopy and tired as you stared at the soup and took a slow sip out of a spoon. "good?" chris asked as he stood beside you and gently stroked your hair. "mhmm.. love it." you hummed and gave him a warm smile.
his heart practically melted at your smile as he leaned down and kissed your cheek. "do you need chamomile tea?" he softly questioned as you hummed in response. "okay, I'll be right back.''
chris began to move as he picked up a mug, honey, a chamomile tea bag, a pot of hot water, and almond milk since he knows what you prefer. a few moments has passed and he carefully handed you a warm cup of tea.
"thank you baby."
"of course, anything for my girl."
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both of you are now cuddling in the couch while watching your favorite show. your head rested on his chest as chris' hand traced lazy circles on your shoulder. he stood up to use the bathroom as you weakly tugged the sleeve of his hoodie.
"mhmm.. don't go anywhere." you whined and pouted.
"okay, okay. so needy, damn" he chuckled softly as he sat back down.
you rolled your eyes at his words and gently hit his arm. "listen here, christopher. im no baby, im a big girl." you pointed your finger at him—trying to look scary and mean, but he just found it adorable and gently lowered your finger.
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