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You make your way through the red studded door with a creak, brushing the handle with your own hand as you tug on it. There stood a little red child, whom you had to take care of for around 4 hours before the return of the father, 007n7. The job was accepted hesitantly, but with the upcoming approach of summer time you would do basically anything to earn a quick buck and hang out with your friends throughout the world of Robloxia, and as you swore the kid smirked mischieviously (with a cheeky squint on his face, to amplify his point), you had to yet again remind yourself why you were doing this— for that sweet, sweet moolah.

“Hey, uh, kid…”

Your greeting was hesitant, you stuttered over your words, unsure of what to say— you hadn’t much experience with children, especially somewhat older ones; this kid was what, around 9 years old? The only time you can remember is when you looked after your younger nephew/sibling/cousin for about an hour as your parents had left to go shopping at your local Bloxmart. It wasn’t that far, which is why it only took an hour, so what could these 4 hours be like for you? The child only responded to your question, furrowing his tiny brows in a faux-offence.

“My name isn’t ‘kid’— it’s Coolkidd!”
He exclaimed, fervently raising up his tiny arms to make a point.
You awkwardly chuckled in response, placing all of your stuff of which you had packed neatly into a raggedy tote-bag down onto the plain navy-blue ottoman in the doorway, taking out the most important stuff, like your phone.

The house was mostly a copy-and-paste ‘happy home’ which you didn’t mind at all— first of all, the house type was increasingly common in the suburbs of Robloxia (as anything was better than living in the slums of DaHood, or Baddies). Secondly, the man of the house, 007n7, was a struggler. He worked for hours and as the economy got gradually worse, robux became harder to get. He never was rich, and with the newly crashing economy life was made significantly harder for Mr.007n7– he had to work multiple jobs, multiple times a day to supply Coolkidd’s needs, nonetheless his own. This led to the house having a simple layout, and as you trecked on into the living room, you appreciated how he nicely placed a blanket onto the sofa, Coolkidd closely following behind you.

“Papa said we got a pizza in the kitchen.”
The tiny red boy said, wiping dribbling snot off his nose with the sleeve of his t-shirt— classic.

Wordlessely, you nodded and made your way into his kitchen, a few food items misplaced or scattered here, like a rogue chocolate wrapper, presumably from Coolkidd getting into the sweet cabinet (you’d have to tell 007n7 about this). There lay the greasy pizza box, ready to simply be reheated; opening it, you carefully placed it onto an aluminium tray, before slamming it into the oven for about 5 minutes. You were about to leave, but a small piece of blue lined paper caught your eye, which probably resided next to the now discarded pizza box. You look around, seeing Coolkidd surfing through a variety of TV channels for kids, completely engaged with a Spongeblox episode. Hesitantly, you look back at the note on the marble countertop; for some odd reason, you felt nervous, your digestive tract starting to squelch uncomfortably, becoming unfortunately aware of your own guts. 007n7 always made you anxious, but not in a ‘I am absolutely intimidated by you’ way— instead, you had a fat, giant, amusing crush on him.

That father had every trait you wanted in a man: he was mature, he was caring, he was slightly chubby, he had a pleasing stubbly beard and graying hairs (linking to his maturity). This acted as a checklist, slowly crossing off each point at each fantasy about the man. Around your friends, you frequently referred to him as a DILF, and to their dismay they did not get why you liked him so much, but living in the same neighbourhood as 007n7 and his child led to many experiences that would simply put that viewpoint into check— like the one time he bandaged up your elbow when you were Coolkidd’s age. You will never forget the unique feeling of his own knee gently shaking you up and down, bouncing you as he carefully wrapped the bandage around your elbow— it was bound but ever so gently, ever so lovingly that the slight restriction of bloodflow was not uncomfortable at all, in fact, you enjoyed it thoroughly, especially with the top of his kneecap pressing against your crotch as he stared down at you with care in his eyes that your own father never gave you.

*Ding.*

Your train of thought was quickly broken (and maybe for the better, you felt weird getting all worked up alone in a house that isn’t yours with a 10 year old) which led you to instinctively take out the pizza with a slight blush on your face— you couldn’t believe the kitchen timer had caught you out like that! With an exasperated huff, you serve a smaller slice for Coolkidd, and a medium sized one for yourself as you already treated yourself to some cereal an hour before; it was already 10am, afterall.

The dish was placed before Coolkidd whom smiled excitedly at you, then swiftly lifting his butt off of the sofa and tucking into the pizza before him. You sat down comfortably at the edge of the sofa, taking the blanket and covering yourself with it as you yourself took a tiny nibble out of the pizza. You chewed repeatedly, eventually finishing the dish after Coolkidd, who had already placed his empty plate into the dishwasher— it was made appearant to you that 007n7 had raised this boy exceptionally well. He often had manners, wasn’t too rude and managed to usually say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’; of course, he was still prone to meltdowns of the sort of kids his age, like the time he burnt down Builder Brother’s Pizzeria. You dare not question how that happen, watching the red child immersively clash his toys together in front of the TV, replicating a fight that was aired on the show.

You shut your eyes since you weren’t used to waking up so early and let go of any chains previously binding your mind, letting your imagination run wild. Many things were thought of, but they all eventually led to something related to Coolkidd’s father, with each time of that happening, you winced, the boy occasionally asking if you are okay, or if you need to use the bathroom. Of course you didn’t need to, but you felt terribly guilty of fantasizing about his father that way— it wasn’t like he liked you that way anyway; he was already in trouble with the police beforehand, of course he wasn’t going to maintain an active sexual relationship with someone ~20 years younger than him! Obviously, you did not have the strength in your heart to tell Coolkidd this, not even sure if he would understand anyways.

Before you even knew it, the digital clock beside the TV struck 14:00– 007n7 would be arriving sometime soon. Coolkidd in turn was still fairly calm, now fully invested within playing with his action figures; this was fairly easy! Only 4 hours of watching over this decently behaved kid, for a price of 40 robux? What a steal! That was when the dreaded key made it’s way in through the keyhole, and turned with a clank, to which Coolkidd perked his little head up to face excitedly towards his father. The door opened, and there stood the DILF in every single shred of his sweaty glory— it was a hot day, and his blue polo shirt clung to the curves of his body, like the undersides of his boobs and belly. Patches of sweat covered him, but instead of acting in disgust, it evoked a feeling of desire for him. You shook your head gently, shooing away the thoughts as 007n7 approached the living room after hugging his son tightly with a content groan, somewhat lewd. In turn, you awkwardly waited on the sofa, unsure of where to even place your hands before simply just allowing them to rest unnaturally on your lap— what the hell was this guy doing to you? He came into the living room, cracking a tired smile, looking utterly exhausted before pausing after seeing you as if he forgot you were here at all.

“Ah— m’sorry, kiddo. Didn’t see ya’ there.”
007n7 muttered out, sighing in exasperation.

You shook the urge to ask him what’s gotten him so down in the dumps, but it gets caught in your throat before it even thought about leaving your mouth, so you give a choked response in return. Thank the Admins he didn’t notice. You assumed he just left an office job, as the cyan ‘ROBLOX’ tie on his neck slowly unwrapped itself like a present, his hands—just like before— carefully unveiling the darkened folds of his collar with another gentle groan. A heated knot slowly strung together in your guts as a result of uncontrollable teenage sexual arousal. Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, trying to calm your raging womanhood down yet it only made it worse— but you couldn’t find the urge to stop. Continuing to undress himself, he shook his head to messily get the strings of brown-gray hair out of his sweat-clad face, taking a large hand to brush through it softly. A large load of saliva made it’s way down your oesophagus in response, lubing itself for a reason not known to you yet. You became increasingly aware of the mad burning of your cheeks, lifting a shaky hand to scratch at your neck in hopes of grounding your thoughts— there was absolutely no itch.

Your own eyes betrayed you as they decided to glance at 007n7 again, who was now done untying his tie, which now lay on the table before you, and it took you an embarrassingly long amount of time before you noticed the man’s sweet, yet slightly shy smile back at you— either you were delusional and your friends were right, or you could’ve sworn his cheeks slightly faltered red. Of course, you yourself smiled back, albeit very abnormally, feeling the sides of your mouth twist awkwardly. It’s like he could read through you, so he chuckled out heartily, sending shockwaves down your spine and directly into your clit, before deciding to sit down right next to you on the couch. You temporarily froze up, feeling your blush come creeping back again, this time more fervently.

“You okay, buddy?”

The DILF silver-fox questioned with a gentle yet rising tone, and if only purposely exaggerating your reaction, one of his broad hands began resting on top of your shoulder, causing you to let out the tiniest, barely noticable gasp.
007n7 peaked his thick eyebrows at this, raising one inquisitively, watching you fumble for an answer like the graceless teenager you were.

“Absolutely n-nothing, sir.”
You blurt out mindlessely, taking yourself aback at this answer and cocking your head backwards, cringing, is he a drill sargeant for me to be refferring to him in such a way?
In a calming response, he laughed again, this time slightly quieter yet with an ounce of amusement, his hand curling up to squeeze the top of your shoulder which pleasurably unwrapt itself on the cuffs of your t-shirt.

“Oh, kiddo, c’mon. You don’t have to call me ‘sir’…”

This answer plagued a certain reflex, allowing you to profusely apologise— the heaviness in your heart both from embarrassment and sexual shame did not permit you to meet your eyes with his again, but something inside of you— the raw, carnal compulsion luring you into more unneccesary actions towards the older man to which you worried may be disrespectful.

“M’ sorry… *huff*…”

It was made significantly appearant how worked up you were, and 007n7 was inching closer by the second, trying to catch a glimpse of your face which was fully heated as if you had a fever. His hand finally left your shoulder, leaving that space dormant as it ached for more soft touches from him, but it was replaced by a gentle prodding of his fingertips racking away yours which covered your face— he had uncovered your unlawful, and equally insatiable little secret.

007n7’s lips formed into an apologetic ‘o’ shape, before promptly pulling away his digits away from your face, his hand freezing close to his chest in a slight shock. Peeping up from behind your own fingers which sheltered your face again, you could pinpoint exactly when the realisation of how you felt seeped into the man before you. Remorsefully, his brows arched, upturned, and his gaze softened as he stared at you from behind his pink, rectangular glasses, you caught a glimpse of your own ashamed expression and had second thoughts on ever stepping foot in 007n7’s house again.

“Oh. Oh, sweetheart…”

By the admins.

The pitch of his voice— low and gravelly mixed and stirred such conflicting feelings inside of you that you didn’t have an idea how to respond. The voice spoke to you, sweet like honey it dripped down and landed right between the creases of your belly and thighs, eventually dozing at the opening of your heated folds. 007n7 took a deep breath, as if promplty preparing himself for something dangerous, something that caused him some anxiety and was hard to speak out loud.

“D-do you… mind if I help you…?”
His own eyes, now guilty and downturned gazed past his lashes and glasses, seeping into your soul in the most satisfying way.

He looked so deeply ashamed, so deeply dismayed that it felt like it awoke a whole new kink inside of you— you had the same complete control over an older man, as he had over you, it seemed. The question at hand completely knocked you off track which coaxed an involuntary hoarse suprised noise to strangle itself in your throat, however, you obliged, speechlessly nodding your head as consent.

“Please.”

The noise at your throat finally spewed, letting a struggled groan as a plight for help. Through his pink glasses, 007n7 looked at you understandingly, a little coy smirk forming on his already flustered face— it seemed that he was equally as turned on as you were.

“You, uh, seem to be awfully desperate for an older guy like me…”

007n7 spoke gently, his voice wavering in uncertainty; afterall, you were only a teenage babysitter and he was engaging in helping you relieve yourself, but he likes to think that it is all for a good reason (and it was).
Soon enough his masculine hands were massaging your shoulders— you were now facing him, your side touched his, effectively using him as a giant pillow to rest on. The warm, slightly fat structure of the man successfully made you loosen up your tense figure, letting you rest on top of him, legs spread and your sopping vagina pressing needily onto the fabric of your shorts. You hadn’t known exactly how much you needed this, and now that it was already happening, you couldn’t help but haphazardly spew a variety of wantonly mewls— it felt as if your mouth was stuck agape, wide open and bottom lip proceeded to slightly swell due to the overridden drops of saliva making their way out of your mouth.

You pant feverishly, like a dog, awaiting the grand finale as 007n7’s hands search through your body painstakingly, one hand sweetly reaching for a nipple as it freely glided under your oversized t-shirt, and another continuing on it’s trecherous journey to your clit, leeching at your skin as it kneaded the flesh like dough agonizingly. An aroused cry escaped your lips, to which 007n7 reacted accordingly and traced his rough fingers (an appreciation of his fatherly stature and perhaps a result of his hard work) repeatedly at the inner slopes of your thighs.

“A-am I doing this right, come on, talk to me, sweetheart.”
He averted his eyes now away from you, making it crystal clear how 007n7 desperately needed your validation as to how he was doing currently like a helpless dog. Before you could respond to him, one of his digits briskly slipped onto your clit, bearing down directly onto your moist clitoris. It twitched with lewd surprise as if it had a mind of it’s own, and it lured out a passionate, drawn- out wail, your hand rushing to cover your mouth consequently. To this, 007n7 perked up, free-roaming hand pinching your supple tit, stroking the sides of the areola with a genuine proud grin on his face.

“P-please, keep making those noises for papa.”
007n7 huffed in a breathless murmur, finger compressing the lecherous heat between your thighs, which only puffed up, prepping itself for any upcoming entrances.

“Y-yes, sir…”
You rasped out, so enrapt with such an inflamed desire, that he cooed at that, deciding to feel bad at teasing you so much and slipping a wet digit past your shorts, and into your panties.

It felt as if his eyes burnt holes into you, incredibly flustering you as he stared and analysed the curves of your agitated pussy directly, furrowing his brows in a reserved concentration. He bit a lip as you opened your legs furthermore, a sole finger cramming it’s way in, past the protection of your labias, completely coated in a creamy secretion of your own. He let out a frenzied inhale of his own at the way you tightened up, gulping down all the drool which succumbed to piling up in his throat.

Lovingly, he caressed the corners of your interior, patting down the scalding hot sex at an attempt to calm it down. To no avail, it only riled up more, avidly convulsing in a voracious frenzy and wrapped itself around the intruder passionately.

“God, kiddo, I got you this worked up, huh?”
007n7 let out a sugary-smooth chuckle, the vibrato of it making your legs tremble.

As he deathlessly persisted at your insides, prodding the nooks around your belly and thumbing the tips of your breast, greedily eyeing down your lovely sloppy cunt, the bean located inside of you was promptly pinched, and by noticing your startled reaction and sweet little ‘o’ face, 007n7 used this to his advantage and repeatedly abused the tiny spot, which in turn longingly huddled to the tip of his finger.

The knot in your stomach was actively loosening as we speak, burst of overwhelming, electrifying heat coming out in short burst from around your thighs. With a final, solid shove, another finger made it’s way in, attacking violently at your now clenched walls, earning a particularily amused laugh from 007n7.
Therefore, your internal torment came to an end, the foreign object to your pussy fucking you finally— your legs clasped around his fingers compulsively, bringing him as close as humanly possibly as he finally leaned close to you, hurriedly like wildfire, pressing both of your lips together hungrily as you came. Your inexperienced tongue had absolutely no match to his, already knowing all the tips and tricks to make it’s way into your mouth, creating a sea of provocative vibrations into eachother’s mouth, the sound of 007n7 adorable soft moans were treated like music to the ear.
The muscle licked circles onto yours, pressing the tips together as a thrum of sappy juices spurted out of your stimulated hole, coating the dad’s fingers like a sensual fountain— it led to completely drowning out any backround noise, like the droning sound of the fan above you both, or the monotone hum-buzz of the shut-off TV.

The sex drove you mad, and now that you released all that stress, your mind was at a state of zen as you slowly split apart your lips from eachother with a wet *muak!*, a milky string of saliva keeping both of your mouths connected, before ultimately breaking apart. He looked at your through his foggy glasses, wearing a sweet and timid smile on his face, sweat dripping down to his thick brows as if he had a fever, a lucky droplet resting at one of those white hairs.

“Oh- oh, man… hah…”

Maybe he was a bit fat, but you both had nearly choked yourselves out with the utter passion of that kiss. None, and I mean none of your exes ever compared to the fierce love 007n7 showed to you that evening, and when you were both cuddling that night with Coolkidd on the side of the (hopefully) clean couch, the child broke away his hypnotised eye contact and stared right at you two, opening his mouth to say something.

“Papa, why is this corner of the couch all icky and gross?”

Coolkidd spoke with a query, completely oblivious to what happened beforehand. This garnered a sheepish smile for 007n7, who stuttered a few times before answering his own child.

“Coolkidd, let’s order some pizza, shall we?”

The red child blinked at his father, unamused.
“But papa, we already had pizza yesterday.”

You curled up into a ball at the corner of the couch, deciding how to get out of this one without ruining this kid’s innocence, gently face-palming.

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As of now, a few days have passed from the entanglement between you, and Coolkidd’s father. And throughout those days— or was it a week or two— you haven’t found the courage to step outside at all. You were utterly humiliated with the fact that you slut yourself out for someone’s dad because you could barely control the hormonal surge inside of your body— sure, you were only a teenager, but you weren’t a God damn kid with no sense of dignity! Or atleast you tried to convince yourself that. You spent days upon days wallowing in fear inside of your house, couped up inside your room, buried like treasure below piles of blankets, occassionaly perking your head up quickly once hearing the familiar ring of 007n7’s voice— since when were you such a simp? And it wasn’t at all that you hadn’t seen him within those days, because you did, with an increasing frequency in fact, stalking him as he walked down the street with his tiny, red son holding him by the hand softly as Coolkidd sang melodically, a pure moment of a father-son relationship as they made their way down the street. But despite the innocence of Coolkidd’s and 007n7’s relationship, it completely juxtaposed to the one you had, and experienced with the single father.

Still, the sun rising over the town of Robloxia only grew more and more insistent with it’s pangs of heatwaves ridden all over the town. It had become proggresively more common for you to turn on the TV in the morning and be bombarded with various warnings for the extreme weather up ahead— and your body physically couldn’t take it any longer.

You had to go outside.

Countless essential items were now missing from the kitchen cupboards, and as always, your mother was on an important buisness trip (many such cases— but this time, you weren’t complaining) so you let go of the magical hope that suddenly, each and every cabinet will be refilled with a bunch of different snacks. It was a wake up call once you opened the fridge door, and the only sight that greeted you was a meesly little tomato sitting in the corner of the fridge, and a whole pack of Witches Brew (gross, who even drinks that?), untouched behind a waft of cold refridgerated air. Yep, you’ve officially had enough.

You cut your losses, and swiftly changed yourself out of your pajamas consisting of an old ‘I Visited The Town Of Bloxburg’ t-shirt and tossed it onto your bed, beginning to scour for an outfit that wouldn’t be embarrassing to be caught in if someone you knew— or Mr. 007n7– spotted you lurking outside of your house. Eventually, you landed on a tight-ish black tank top, and of course, a somewhat skimpy pair of dark blue denim shorts— nothing too fancy. You deeply contemplated on wearing your hair down, but ultimately decided to tie it up in a half-assed bun, heaving struggle as it kept on falling apart, but sooner or later it held up due to the power of sheer force and will. Looking at yourself for one last final time in the mirror, you gently admired your growing body— curves were only continuing to mold further into your body— hips, thighs, waist adorned by a long, mature slope to indicate your ever-so-increasing age, an unspoken physical factor of your fertility and an ancient approval of a woman’s beauty forever worshipped by many in the past, nowadays in the present and far, far into the future. You blinked awkwardly, realising you’ve been fondling with the weights of your supple breast for a minute now.

-time skip, sorry :,-)-

A cautionary jingle alerted the clerk at the lonely till of your presence as you stepped through the sliding doors of the shop, cooled off via the immediate blast of chilly air from the AC resting above your head, providing a sweet relief from the adamant scorch outside. Now, it was time to begin your determined search for something to eat. Minutes passed of playing hide-and-seek between store shelves with your favourite snacks, tallying up prices on your phone calculator and checking 8 times if you had enough robux to carry on with the purchase, looking down at your bag which featured a 6 pack of Bloxy Colas, some salted Lays chips and a microwavable chezburger— it wasn’t much, but it was honest work.

The handle of the bag was starting to develop an aching pain in the palm of your hand, rendering it slightly reddened and clammy as you made your way speedily to the till, hurrying past the isles upon isles of countless junk. The robloxian clerk eyed you from behind their visor tiredly, watching you place down the items from the bag onto the check-out before him. A lemon yellow wrapped caught your eye from the shelf above you, plastered with hard candies and a variety of cheap bubblegums, as well as some tabacco that obviously wouldn’t be sold to you. It read ‘Bloxilicious Bubblegum’ and you so desperately wanted a piece of it, but you struggled to find the guts to raise your voice to ask for help, so you simply decided to raise your body as high as you can through standing on your tip-toes, straining, your hand reaching higher and higher, until someone’s hand comes out of nowhere and snatches it. You turn back, only for your heart to sink into your chest, and your blood to start pumping as the man before you caused a fever within you— it was 007n7, sonless, and sweaty.

The DILF only looked back from behind his fuscia glasses, slightly foggy, with a bashful smile— Admins, wasn’t he a gentleman. His classic blue polo shirt was replaced with a cute white graphic shirt of a cat, and of course, the dad khaki pants. You swore you throbbed once you noticed how his chest rose and fell expectantly, gently handing the bubblegum to you with fatherly care, however looking equally as red and flustered.

“H-hey, kid. Saw ya’ struggling, thought I’d help a girl out.”
007n7 spoke with a breathy heave, pretty appearant that the stretch took a bit out of him— his breath, musky and hot, touched your face and you tried your very hardest not to completely lose your marbles, grasping the bubblegum tighter in your smaller, sweaty hands.

“Thanks, sir…”
You were making a total embarrassment of yourself in front of both the mature silver-fox occupying your vision, and the cashier ineptly watching the two of you with an uncomfortable tension that seered throughout the shop. He scanned the item, placing it into the shitty plastic store bag with a crinkle.

“That’ll be 25 robux, ma’am.”
An annoyed voice rung out, cutting the traction in half between you and 007n7. The purse was taken out, and 25 small golden hexagonal shaped coins made it’s way, clinking onto the counter. You cocked your head to the side, noticing that 007n7 is desperately looking away, staring at the booze before becoming aware of your analysing gaze, a small blush deepening on his cheeks and brows furrowing a little more as he fiddled with the Bloxy Cola in his hand. He was fumbling for you— very cute. Would it be odd to wait for him outside, are you just digging yourself a deeper grave?

The jingle sounded again, this time, the brunette father making his way out, his wide stature looming past the slider-doors. You weren’t sure he’d stop for you, as he kept on staring far ahead of himself, absorbed in whatever task he had to do next, before his eyes made contact with yours again— that smoldering feeling— and his built legs stuttered gracelessly, mid-stride. Mr.007n7 cracked a meek smile, confidence-less as always, gave a little sigh as his shoulders dropped down, and walked towards you— slowly, steadily, to not make you afraid. At the moment, your damp, trembling teenage body was approached by the man, mature yet unsure as he stood in front of you, shying his eyes away from you and clearing his throat, fixing his toppling burger hat at once.

“I don’t really mean to sound creepy, but I haven’t seen ya’ in a while, kiddo.”
This time, his timid eyes made gaze with yours, his eyelids lowering temptingly, and grin faltering.

“You been uh— hiding away from me…?”
Though 007n7 originally meant it as a light-hearted joke, the reality of the situation dawned on him that he may have possibly just traumatised a teenage girl, which really made this interaction all the more awkward, proven by the single trail of sweat coating a stray, gray strand of his hair, travelling down his temple, and the insepid fidgeting of his hands.

“No, I wouldn’t do that…”
Your voice was pretty hoarse, so you cleared it and took a metaphorical leap of faith.
“I like you too much, I seriously can’t think of talking to you,”
The embarrassed burn of your body causes you to instinctively fix your hair and turn away, taking a deep breath.
“I didn’t want to distract you from your son, your job, or just… piss you off.”
007n7’s thick eyebrows raised at the last part, initially shocked by the use of your language. The dad’s short lashes fluttered slightly, sultry poison luring you in as he finally managed to come face to face with you again with a sigh, and a smile.

“Oh, honey,”
It was a hook, line, and sinker from then on.

“I’m not mad at all, in fact, I’ve been meaning to ask if you uh, have been needing any help… recently.”
The father choked out that last part, almost unwillingly, logic thrown out the window and lust had began to guide him— yet again, and as persistently as ever, a flush creeped up on his face, pressing a solid finger to keep his glasses up from slipping down his nose from the utterly sweaty state his body is in, he couldn’t believe a teenager could make him feel like this.

“Oh, I—, uh,”
He really couldn’t help the pooling heat of his pants— the way you unknowingly yet ever-so-sweetly glanced up at him, instinctively beginning to lean into his body heat despite the blazing weather infatuated him with extreme desire, more passionate than the blaring heat of the sun, completely wrong yet so utterly right that he hoped and prayed that he’d hear the answer he was looking for, sneaking a little glance down your tank-top as you looked down at the floor, deep in thought. By the admins, he was a total perv, staring up a younger female like that at his old age.

“Y-yeah. I-I need help.”
Those words rung out like glory to 007n7, and they held so much value to what he will do to you, and to what he truly felt for you. Instantaneously, he clasped his wide hands together with great thrill. The silver-fox leaned down to you, like a giant bear to a tiny baby bunny, giving a whiny, sultry coo into your ear.
“Fuck, you don’t know how much this means to me, kid…”

-time skip, because writing the walk home would be boring :-/-

The journey home was pretty intense— the broiling warmth combined with the bodily fever the man ignited inside of you made it ever so uncomfortable to walk side-by-side. He insistently tried to make conversation with you, but being the complete nervous teenage-dirtbag-loser you are, you were not able to muster up a reply residing between an ‘mhm’ or a hushed laugh, the opportunity completely missed to realise how carefully the father was watching you from his pink, rectangular glasses, rubbing his stubble with his hand, only starting to be enamoured more and more by your meek behaviour— he was really developing his instinct to get down and love up, protect and entertain ‘his’ little girl, but not really, because you weren’t ever biologically his.

The urge to claim became a little too much and despite his best efforts to stay completely rational as the older person in this situation, he utterly despised the way the other younger boys ravaged their eyes up and down your body from their bikes— he was not going to let these hooligans ruin you, and he knew from experience due to his problematic past (Admins forbid he ever got his grubby hands on you back then.) The rugged clench of his fist and the angered curl of his lip was not something 007n7 had control of— all of these potential love interests were screwed if they ever tried to mess with you in more ways than one, and the thought of being ‘beat’ in the race to breeding a younger girl to a more fit, more ‘attractive’ guy enraged him to the core. You were evoking emotions in 007n7 that he hasn’t felt in years, his fingers tingling and brain threatening to press the ‘Kill’ command on his GUI anytime soon for these street ruffians. You raised your head up at him curiously at his seemingly frustrated groan, worrying a little that you were annoying him and he had changed his mind on the way to his house.

Thank the Admins the both of you were now standing at the breach of his door, rustic wood painted red, keys clanking and turning the knob to be greeted by that familiar exterior. Seemingly, nothing had changed, the ottoman was still in place, the kitchen was slightly messy however, there was an astonishing lack of noise in the house. You turned to him with your own query.
“Where… exactly is Coolkidd?”
You disturbed his train of thought, causing that adorably honeyed smile to bless your eyes once again as it seeped onto his face.
“Ah, I left him at Bluudude’s house, dontcha worry.”
His words and lettering wrapped like heated silk around your neck, and the exterior of your face, helplessly painting a sheepish smile of your own, 007n7’s hand lowering onto your hair and ruffling your tied bun a bit. The mere ‘dadness’ of that action only riled you up more, the undeniable feeling of your cunt throbbing and leeching out slick onto your underwear beginning to overwhelm you.

007n7’s keys were now placed onto the table, and there he sat in his seductive splendour, suggestively opening his legs, showing off his hefty bulge residing in the palm of his now painfully tight khaki’s. From beneath his lowered head, the sexually agitated father gazed up at you, past the increasingly opaque glass of his frames, and onto you— into you, throughout you, you couldn’t help but notice how lustfully his eyes travelled down your effeminate, immature figure. It traced the plump weights of your chest, admiring the youthful roundness they retained with an aroused leer on his face, brows lowering as 007n7 inspected lower and lower, eventually directly staring at the sopping sex between your moist, chubby thighs— were these shorts ever this tight around your cunt, or was it just you?

“Come, sit on papa’s lap.”
He pat the empty space on his lap, taking notice of the lewd, now open fly of his pants.

Your soft, round ass finally landed on the top of his groin, pressing effectively onto it, causing 007n7 to slightly throw his head back with a stifled groan.

“Fuck, that’s it, honey…”
The vocabulary laced your butt definetly onto his lap, and was kept in place by a creeping, burly hand placed on top of your waist, groping the pliable fat of your waist with an exasperated moan from the father below, joined by a drawn-out mewl, watching the flesh of your stomach get squeezed between his fingers. You adored the way he still kept a gentle composure throughout this, not to scare you, but to completely and insatiably pleasure you, journeying down your body, each twist and turn with a fresh, new stimulation to you. A touch to your sides sent a fascinated tickle onto you, your giggles making 007n7 coo in response— another touch, now inching ever so close to your pubic area, this time sent an ardent frenzy of lissom sexual needs up your spine which successfully earned the father a wanton mewl.

“Keep letting daddy know how well he’s doing, okay?”
His voice echoed through your brain— low, caring, gravelly, it imprinted itself inside of your head and physically outside of your body, making you shiver fervently. Your shorts were now partially pulled down, and 007n7’s thick, mature fingers fondled between your walls, tips of his index and ring spreading them open, and sliding the middle digit in past your sappy, tight walls without sexual conflict. He groaned in avid concentration, leaning into the nook of your neck and shoulder, his growing stubble prickling the exposed, milky skin from peaking from under your shirt— breath completely hot, compltetely heavy as it landed and enveloped your uncovered flesh with a great urge to claim— to make you his own sweet girl.

“Y-yes, dad—hmmh…”
You could barely talk without spewing struggled moans past your lips, mouth slightly ajar as 007n7 sneakily planted countless kisses up and down your lithe neck, to your aching and sensitive collarbone, each kiss relishing in the taste of your girl-musk. The tang of your teenage girl sweat enticed his tongue, running it across your neck or sipping at leftover residue from his kiss, demanding more with an abundant passion to pleasure the mess of a growing girl in his lap. He used his other hand to lock you into a kiss—almost unwillingly— as you struggled to tear your own eager mouth away from him, enthralled yet again by the skillful precision of his wet muscle moving across yours, between and out with a desperate hum from 007n7, completely mimicing the heated movements of his middle digit pounding profusely into your rapidly tightening and loosening sensitive hole— the other two fingers rubbing up and down the curved shape of your inexperienced pussy, working up natural lubricant from inside of your walls.

All the while 007n7 gasps and whimpers into your ear, taking notes of how his own erotic noises make you and your sex react, with a coaxed keen of your own, and a stronger clasp of your muscle around his fingers, he begins to slow down his digits to your dismay.

“Hff…huff— ya’ think you’re ready, kid?”
The dad questioned, to which you reply with a speechless and seemingly excited nod, letting 007n7 stifle out a chuckle at this.

“Now, that’s a good girl—hah…”

His fingers now dug deep into the malleable mounds of your ass, lifting you up without a heave, lifting your butt to the side and letting it linger there, as he briskly took out his own cock. What met your eyes— though it was hard to see from up here— was a thick, pulsing and slightly hairy cock. His hair down there was well-kept, straight and brown, leaving a happy trail from his mid-section, down to his dick. He was an adult afterall, so the size was an astonishing 6 incher, fully erect and coated in pearls of flowing pre-cum out of the pink cock-head. The girth, was also impressive— it was thick, and you could only imagine the ruthless stretch it would provide to your painfully sore walls. You weren’t the only one admiring his size, because 007n7 stared down at his own length smugly, brows lowered lewdly— he was not a narcissist by any means, but if he said that imagining filling, augumenting and extending your insides to the brim didn’t make him proud, then that’d make him a liar.

“It’ll hurt for a bit, keep being a good girl for me, alright kiddo?”
007n7 asked of you, and you eagerly complied, enjoying his fatherly touch and gaze, brows upturned and pecking kisses all over your neck as if you were the dearest thing to him at the moment. He handled you with gentle care, lowering your butt lightly and carefully not to cause you any pain, your head turning to the side subtly to enjoy the adorable strained look on his face— he really was trying not to let loose all over you.
And there you felt it, the persistant prodding of his tip, with a slight ache until it ultimately slipped past your tightness with a light push, pressing a loud squelch inside of you, gliding against your fired up walls with growing addiction.

You were always pretty self-conscious about your body, but the way 007n7 lifted and moved you up and down with such ease melted any of those doubts away instantly— his mature and much too large cock burrowing itself with a desperate need, electrical impulses enlivened each and every nerve inside of each and every erogenous area— the constant pounding of your agonisingly wet and sloppy pussy, sweet nectar of your own threatening to spew at any moment only amplified by the ever increasingly full feeling of the dad’s pre seeping into your womb with each assault to it— each catch of breath complimented in turn by another plap right to your cunt, fully buried into it.

“F-fuck, p-please, you gotta let me breed you…”
His mutters only turned progressively more and more persistant and needy, yet less and less coherent until it was a garbled mumble of the word ‘let me breed you’ and ‘good girl’ smushed together as the father lost himself with sexual compulsion, ready to commit the extremity of mating a much younger girl than him. The couch began to creak louder, and 007n7’s voice was breaking much similarly to yourself, before you took a glance at him and noticed the beauty of his face, almost sobbing as the sheer tightness and pleasure breeding your womb gave him brought him to tears— cheeks reddened, and tears pricking at his deep brown eyes, as well as the noob on his burger hat gaining a blush of his own, and the utter friction and formidable grip the much older man had on you made sense on how close to the edge he was.

“Inside—please! Inside—!”
It made sense that you yourself wanted to be bred, legs going totally limp as 007n7 entwined his fingers lovingly around yours and gave a final, slow urgent sob, squeezing his eyes gently shut— letting his eyelids bat at you— and furrowing both his brows, ultimately jack-hammering himself balls-deep inside of you, causing you to squirt all over your own stomach profusely with a rapid spasming of your cunt-muscles to occur, feeling the pulsating chafe of his testicles pressing softly against your ass as the sweet, sickly feeling of 007n7 pumping the entirety of his precious seed inside of you. It felt right to be driven to the point of near pregnancy by a mature male, so much so one you clearly desired yourself, arching your back as the flow of his sap continued spewing inside the previously empty womb-sack deep past your walls.

The two of you were left huffing and puffing in a frenzy on the couch, and with a slow, sloppy pull, 007n7 unplugged his dad cock from the confines of your sore, now-bruised cunt with a *plllp*, mesmorised and enchanted by how well he managed to fuck you— it’s good he had his pink glasses on so he could intake every detail of your gaping hole spurting out his lecherous cum with an amused and lustily-tired look on his face.

“Fuck, kid, you’re… you’re everything.”
He breathed out soulfully, finally letting go of your thighs and giving your back a comforting rub.

He eventually leaned back, as you still wanted to rest and regain some breath on his lap.
“…Once ya go shower, they’re over there, to the right, once you get on the stairs,”
007n7 took off his fuschia frames, rubbing the actual fogged-up glass with his shirt.
“Don’t forget to make sure to come back downstairs— gotta help this old man tidy up so Coolkidd doesn’t see—hah!”
His chubby stomach moved subtly as 007n7 chuckled heartily and began zipping up his pants, with no resistance you plastered an affectionate kiss onto his chin, feeling his barely-noticable beard tickle your lip.

However, you needed a birth control pill, STAT.
The store was still open… that’s gonna be awkward.