#burt fableman x reader

[danoberry]

★ sugar baby (burt fabelman x reader) SMUT 18+

description: you notice an attractive older man taking a seat close to you on a park bench. you didn’t know he would end up spending so much to make you happy when you finally talked to him.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, age gap (reader is of age obviously), burt is a sugar daddy, burt is also very much a dad, takes place after the movie “the fabelmans,” lots of use of “bunny” and pet names, cunnilingus, overstim, fingering, cum play if you squint

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

wc: 3.5k

afab genitalia

A/N :

i wanted to post something on christmas for everyone but sadly i just did not have the motivation. so i present this instead (thank you to everyone in the discord server who encouraged this fic- it’s one of my favs now). happy new year’s eve!

Burt Fabelman takes a seat not a terribly great distance from you. He reads a book- a manual of some sort- while his fingers tip-tap on his thigh. You watch the man with intent. He must be approaching his 40s, you think. The minute stubble growing on his chin and pudginess on his stomach are pure indicators. There’s something about him that’s attracting you. The way he’s carrying himself, the way he’s handling everything he has in his clutch with care. Your cheeks started to heat up just looking at the man. You would’ve never expected him to be a sugar daddy.

I’m probably half his age! Who am I kidding? You think to yourself, taking your eyes off of him and looking down at the concrete. A homewrecker is never something you’d want to be labeled. You drown in thought as your eyes stare a hole into the ground, until a voice startles you, almost out of your seat.

“Hon?” 

You look up, and there he is. The man you were just fixated on, right in front of you. Your face flushes a deep red. You can feel the heat in your neck. 

“Oh- hi!” You say with innocence, like you weren’t just staring at him like he was eye candy.

“I uh… saw you staring a second ago. Are you alright?”

You smile, incredibly nervous. “Yeah! Hah… I’ve always had a staring problem.” You watch him slightly cock his eyebrow. 

“I mean- I didn’t mean to stare so much… I’m sorry.” You blush deeper, heating up.

“Oh honey, it’s alright! I was just making sure you were doing okay! You seemed a bit… disheveled.” He sits down right next to you, as you curse yourself internally. Your legs slowly turn to jello.

“Nope! I’m doing pretty good…” 

“I’m glad to hear that… I have a few kids who I can usually tell when they’re not alright. Of course they’re with their mom for the season… I guess I was trying to find someone to take care of when they’re away!” He laughs. 

You sit there with your legs crossed and your hands in your lap. Not necessarily uncomfortable from the man himself, but from the fact he was making you feel so damn flustered. You giggle at his remark, before he speaks again.

“I’m sure you have children of yourself, what’s a girl like yourself doing at a park with nobody?” 

You actually laugh this time. 

“Kids? Absolutely not, not yet.” 

“Really? I mean- you definitely don’t look old, definitely not as old as me, but you seem mature!” He says with genuine surprise.

“Oh, sir, I don’t even have a boyfriend- let alone a child.”

“Wow!” He breathes out. “It’s Burt, by the way, Burt Fabelman. No need to call me sir, you’d make me feel too old.” 

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant by it all!” You defend, scared that you blew it. But he’s quick to reassure you simply.

“It’s okay hon, I know.” 

You sit there for a moment, twiddling your thumbs, and look back up at him. Burt’s staring down at you. When his eyes meet yours, he smiles. It’s warm, sweet. It gives you a tingly feeling in your core.

“Are you really alright?” He asks again, concerned. “Your face is very red…”

He lays the back of his palm on your forehead and you feel like you’re going to explode. 

“No, I’m fine, really!”

He chuckles at your response and feels your cheek with the back of his hand, still very concerned with your state. 

“I have four kids, I know when they’re lying, too, honey.”

You hesitate. Should I lie? You debate. You revel in the consequences before you finally decide that you would come clean. You have nothing to lose, you don't even know the man, hardly. 

“Do you want the truth?” You ask, fiddling with your dress. 

“If it’s not gonna scare me off,” he says as he laughs.

“Well,” you start, ”this is embarrassing, but I saw you sitting on that bench, and I thought you were attractive and I guess I couldn’t stop staring- and I know that sounds really weird but It wasn’t like I was going to just get up and walk on over to say ‘Hello!’ because God only knows-”

“Woah! Hey!”

You bury your face as deep as they could possibly go into your hands out of embarrassment. God, you think, I sound like a fucking baby!

“I’m not mad at you!” He laughs. Oh. “Quite frankly, I think you’re beautiful... actually, way out of my league! Why would such a young, pretty girl want anything to do with an old man like me?”

Oh…?

“I… you just look like you know how to take care of someone… and I think you’re quite handsome,” You reply shyly, not daring to look up at him. 

“Well aren’t you just so sweet,” Burt replies affectionately, coddling you. “Look up at me, please.”

You look up into his eyes, afraid yet unable to look away. 

“How about this… I can take you back to your car, and I’ll give you my phone number so we can talk about it this evening. Does that sound good to you?”

You nod your head and walk with him to your car. If he were any other older man walking you to your car, you would have been exceedingly uncomfortable, but Burt Fabelman had a comforting presence as he loomed over you.

Approaching your car, your lips curl into a smile when you sit in the front seat. 

“Do you have a napkin?” He asks.

You reply with a simple “mhm” and hand him a napkin after digging through your purse.

He grabs a pen from his coat pocket and clicks it, writing his phone number on the napkin laying against his hand. You watch him finish his writing and hand the napkin back to you, leaning over the car. You stare at the writing, before looking back at him as he stands over you. 

“Promise me you’ll call?” He asks with a smile.

“I’m looking forward to it, Burt.”

…

Over the next few days you and Burt constantly talk over the phone. You even leave a chair under the phone on the wall for when either of you decide to call. You learn much about him over the days following— and vice versa. 

Those late night phone calls turn into less of casual discussions of the past, and more playful conversations of the present. You slowly realize how much of a flirt Burt can become when he’s comfortable. He proposes the idea of a date while you fiddle with the cord one late night, saying, “I can’t wait to see you again, bunny. Let me take you somewhere— the shops. I’ll get you whatever you want.” 

Burt was more than delighted to hear you’d be willing to go on a date with him. He hadn’t gone on a real date in years, and he was glad he’d be able to go on one with you. It was kind of strange for a first date, you thought, to go to the shops instead of the traditional dinner at a fancy restaurant, but you wouldn’t dare complain about getting spoiled by a charming, handsome older man.

You decide on a pretty dress and flats, adorning yourself with silver jewelry and floral perfume. Lipstick paints your lips and mascara enhances your eyelashes with every flutter. You carry your purse under your arm as you walk to the entrance, looking around for any sign of Burt. Almost immediately, he catches your eye. He stands tall next to the fountain, his glasses seated on his nose quite low, in a turtleneck and a blazer, an outfit that made you heat up admiring him.

Your face flushes as you stare up at him. 

“Hey, sweetheart!” he breathes quietly, pushing your hair behind your ear. 

“Hi- thanks for inviting me here,” you say as you smile at him. 

“Of course. Where did you want to go first?”

“Uhh- well, I have been wanting to hear the new ‘Temptations’ record.“ 

Burt chuckles, “Oh honey, I’d be more than glad to get you a record, but what do you really want?” 

You tap your foot out of nervousness, you didn’t really think he was being serious when he told you he’d buy you whatever you wanted on that phone call a few nights prior. “If I was being honest I’d really appreciate some new earrings, but you don’t-“ 

“Okay, then that’s what we’ll look at! Is that okay? I can get your record, too.” 

You feel slightly aghast by his offer, but you’re quick to comply. “I mean, it sounds good to me!” 

“Great,” He says, holding his hand out for you to grasp.

You take his hand and walk with him down the atrium, to the jewelry store. When you arrive, you both are greeted by a salesperson who helps you pick out a beautiful pair of earrings: pretty diamond studs. Despite your protests to Burt, because of how expensive they turn out to be, he buys them for you. 

“You really don’t have to spend this much money on me- I appreciate it so much, Burt, but really-“ 

“A beautiful lady like you needs a beautiful pair of earrings. Don’t mention it, doll. I insist.” 

He walks with you out of the store, holding the bag for you. 

“You should put your earrings in, I want to see them!” 

“Oh,” you started, “sure, why not!”

He holds the bag up to you to take the earrings out and put them in your ears. After you do this, you place the box back into the bag, thanking him again.

“They’re gorgeous,” Burt says, astonished. 

“Thank you,” you say, grinning wide.

He kisses you on the cheek and looms over you again. 

“Not as gorgeous as you though, for sure.” 

“Thank you,” is all you can dreamily mutter again, blushing at the floor. 

You hold Burt’s hand on the walk to the record store, blushing the way there. You arrive and quickly find what you’re looking for. You head to the register alone, but Burt insists you pick out a few more, and one for him to listen to. You pick up The Beatles, Beach Boys, and a few more with interesting covers. At the checkout, he forks out money from his wallet like it was nothing, rubbing your shoulder with his left hand. 

You two walk out of the store hand in hand, and mutually decide it’s time to go home, though neither of you want to truly leave each other's company. When you both reach the front gate, he asks if you want to sit in his car and talk for a moment. You immediately oblige and walk with him, taking a seat in the front passenger. 

“I don’t want to leave right now- I feel like I could spend hours with you,” you say with ruby-red cheeks, looking down at your feet. 

“I don’t want to leave you either, bunny. Look at me.” 

He gently tilts your head up at him, using the back of his palm against your chin. 

“Do you want to come home with me tonight? I’ll make sure we come back and get your car in the morning.” 

You look in Burt’s eyes for a moment and nod your head. He leans into you and plants a kiss on your lips, letting it linger for a moment, and pulls away.

“Throw the stuff in the back. I’ll take you, baby.” 

Your eyes frost over with tears formed from pure excitement, and a haze prohibits your view while you grin secretly, looking out the window.

You put your bags in the back and he drives off with you almost giggling in the passenger seat. You admire him at stoplights, his stature, mixed with the glow of the red, yellow, green on his face. You couldn’t believe it. He’s taking you back to his house. Who knows what you’re about to do.

He pulls into his dark driveway and turns off the engine, stepping out, as you do the same. He shows  you to the front door, and you both walk into the beautiful living room together, surrounded by windows. He turns on the light behind you and hangs his blazer on the rack.

“Wanna sit?” He asks as you walk in, motioning over to the couch. 

“Oh, yeah sure.” 

“Make yourself comfortable, hon.” 

You watched him grab two glasses of water from the kitchen and walk over to you, sitting them down on the coffee table and sitting down himself. 

“You really are such a beautiful lady, you know?” 

“Thank you, Burt,” you flustered. “You’re very handsome as well.” 

“I didn’t think I’d ever get to meet someone as pretty and sweet as you are, dear. You make me feel wonderful.”  

“I feel wonderful when I’m with you, too.” 

A grin formed on Burt’s face and he leaned to kiss you, to which you completely oblige as you deepen the kiss, humming into his mouth. Burt lays one of his large hands on your thigh, playing with his thumb, rubbing under the hem of your dress. His calloused fingertips toyed with the fabric. 

“Do you like it when I touch you there?” 

You nodded your head. 

“Okay, baby.” 

You feel your pussy slowly start to ache as he rubs  your inner thigh, kissing you hungrily. You feel completely swallowed by your attraction to him, as you spread your thighs apart and invite his hand farther up your dress. 

“Please, Burt,” you whisper. 

“I’ll take care of you, bunny.” 

He picks you up bridal style and kisses you again, walking you back to his room. You're placed on the bed and Burt lifts up the bottom of your dress, exposing your lace panties and the lower half of your stomach. 

“You wear these often?” He asks, gently squeezing the meat of your thigh. 

“Not necessarily…” you shyly remark. 

“They’re cute, sweetheart. Red’s your color.” 

He dips down and kisses you again. “Can I get this dress off of you?

You squeak, absolutely overtaken by affection, “Mhm.”

You sit up and Burt helps you take the dress off above your head. You feel exposed— lying there in your lace, while he hovers over you fully clothed. The feeling doesn’t last long, however, because before you know it, Burt is taking off his turtleneck and you see his pudgy belly sitting at the top of his pants. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, bunny. You want me to fuck you, hm?” 

“Yes, daddy,”  you whisper boldly.

“I haven’t heard that one before,” Burt chuckles. “Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, bunny. Come here.” 

You sit up and get closer to him, batting your eyes. He cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing it with his thumb. You kiss and nuzzle into the side of his hand, looking up at Burt with a neediness in your eyes.

“Such a pretty baby,” he says, in awe. “Lay back.” 

You obey his demand and lay on your back, your breasts almost spilling out of your bra. Burt leans over you and puts his hands behind your back, unsnapping your bra and taking it off. He cups one of your tits and pinches your nipple, requiting a squeak out of your mouth. Burt laughs and kisses your forehead, apologizing for shocking you like that, before he trails his fingers down your body, making you shiver in reaction. 

Burt grabs your sides and shifts you forward, beginning to peel off the sides of your lace panties. The slick, already formed on your panties, strung out for a moment while you watch him slowly peel them off, from your thighs to off of your ankles.

“So wet,” you hear him purr. 

He takes his thumb and lays it over your sensitive clit, making you hum a moan. He leans over the bed and brings his face to your heat, pulsing with need. You feel his hot breath against your folds, before he brings his lips to you, collecting your slick with his tongue, lapping up and down as you begin to cry out moans and curses. 

You feel him fuck you with his tongue and suck at your clit, making your back arch away from the matress. You hold his head down with your hand, screaming out against your other one. Your thighs begin to squeeze together as you cry out his name, almost squeezing his head along with them. You feel Burt take his rough hands and use both of them to hold your legs down on each side, squeezing into the plush of your thighs. The resistance turns you on more than you already are.

He takes one of his hands off of your thigh and uses them to spread around your pussy, lathering his fingers with fluid, pushing one into you while he sucks you all that he could. He begins slowly, but gets decently faster as he curls into you perfectly. You feel the knot in your stomach forming as he gets faster with his movements. You moan his name more and more, giving him validation that he’s doing a good job.

Your walls tighten around his fingers, making it harder for Burt to curl in and out of you. You feel your impending orgasm build and build as you try to relax your muscles and prolong your pleasure. 

“C’mon, I know you can do it bunny. Cum all over my fingers,” Burt praises. 

“Burt I- ohh- I- fuck!”

Your orgasm crashes over you in a huge wave, your muscles contract while you pant and repeat his name like a prayer. You notice your orgasm slowly calming, but your arousal sticking, and you realize he never stopped finger-fucking you in the first place. 

“O-Oh, baby! Ah-hnng… Burt!” 

He kisses up your stomach with wet lips. 

“I told you I was gonna fuck you good, bunny.” He raises his eyebrows and pulls his fingers out of you, smearing the cum all over the front of your cunt, all spent and red and wet, and wiping the rest on your tits, hardening your nipples from cold air. 

Burt picks you up by the hips again and adjusts you towards the headboard, shuffling off his pants and underwear. He towers over you, his cock leaking from his bright pink tip, thick enough to stretch you out but not long enough to hurt your cervix. 

“You ready for my cock, hon? Gonna let daddy stretch you out?” 

“Mmm, ‘m so ready, ‘m so ready, daddy,” you say, though absolutely spent. 

Burt spends no time hesitating to lather his cock with your juices, feeling your folds with his thickness and slowly putting himself inside you. You mewl as he leans over your body, his lower half deliciously touching your clit. You feel overstimulated but absolutely desperate for his body to be close to yours.

He fucks into you while wet noises fill the room, combining with your moans of ecstasy and his groans and grunts of pleasure. Your legs wrap around his back and he uses his hands to cup behind your head, bringing your bodies closer together. Your foreheads touch together, and Burt looks into your eyes, overwhelmed by your beauty and how good you make him feel. 

“Mm- Burt, baby, hnng- Daddy… please,” you cry out, salivating, pinching your eyes shut as he rutted into you and tears fell down your face, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of your bodies.

“Take it… all for me… bunny.” 

Burt gives you a kiss, mid moan, and by the time the kiss was over, your second orgasm happened almost immediately, crashing over you harder than your previous one. You let out a scream of pleasure while he fucked into you a few more times, finally cumming as well, painting your walls with warm, thick stripes of cum, that made your cunt clench even harder from the feeling. 

Burt kisses you again, slowly removing his cock from your dripping pussy, spewing it out with a pulse. Cum pools below your thighs, making the sheet sticky from under you. You both know it— it’s gross, but neither of you want to leave each other’s company. He lays down beside you, while your eyes flutter. You look cock-drunk from your drool and tears.

“You’re so good baby,” he kisses you. “You’re so good for me.” 

Burt puts the hair out of your face before you reply. 

“Thank you so much, Burt ,” you say with a yawn and a smile. 

“Of course, my pretty girl.”

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[imagine--if]

(A/N: I couldn't help myself, I love his character already even though I've only seen seconds of him 😂 this is as accurate to what I've seen as I can make it, but I'll probably make a part 2 when the full movie's out and there's more to work with 🥰️)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Burt Fabelman Relationship Hcs ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

❥• I am a firm believer that this man is unbelievably sweet and just the best partner ever, incredibly tender and doting and a great listener-

❥• Burt's great at giving advice; he's a bit of a worrier and wants the best for you, no matter what's happening. He's very honest and comforting with what he tells you and can talk for literal hours if you want. Long talks and cuddles with this man is heaven. Whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, he'll just rock and shush you soothingly, until you feel calmer. Then he'll ask you if you want to talk about it or want him to get you a drink, all the while making sure you know that "I'll always be here for you, darling," and "I'm so lucky to have someone so sweet in my life." He means what he says wholeheartedly.

❥• He's always there to support you through your work and hobbies, watching with awestruck and proud eyes, probably filming any event you're a part of. Even on family picnics or dinners, Burt admires you just being yourself, carefree and laughing and loved. He's a bit of a dad in the way that he prefers watching instead of being all active with you and your friends, but you best believe you can drag him up off his feet from reading a thick-paged novel to clumsily dance around with you.

❥• Loves seeing you being a bit of a housewife, cooking and looking after the house and kids, Burt loves being part of a family and is the best father and husband ever. He's pretty good around the house too, and will definitely help cook with you and praises your efforts.

❥• Very cuddly and affectionate, particularly in private, but always holds your hand when you're out and about, or is touching you in some way when you go somewhere with him. Behind closed doors, Burt is a complete softie, gives warm hugs and sweet, lingering kisses whenever you want them.

❥• He loves it when he can just exist with you, reading quietly together while drinking tea, taking a morning or evening walk around town. Burt always makes sure there's time for you two to be together after he's finished working for the day, and oftentimes brings flowers or little meaningful gifts back for you that he knows you'll like.

❥• He never snaps at you, even if he's having a rough day. Burt would feel awful and always wants to keep a smile on your face. To be honest, if he was having a bad day, you greeting him with a hug and those adoring, sparkling eyes would make him feel a lot better pretty quickly.

❥• Burt Fabelmen is 100% perfect husband material, he's so in love and reminds you every day, through gently whispered words before you sleep and actions throughout the day. Sometimes, just a simple forehead kiss and caring eyes from him can express more than words ever can, and it's enough to make you feel warm and giddy inside for hours. He feels the exact same way whenever you pay him attention, even in the slightest of ways. Proudly whipped 🥲

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[cannedbeefaroni]

Real Men (Burt Fabelman x Fem!Reader) (Angst)

Update: here’s part two. It contains smut btw

Summary: An artist breaks down from burnout in a park. A passerby takes notice and shows her sympathy.  Content: DEPRESSION, HOPELESSNESS, DADDY ISSUES, HURT/COMFORT, PINING, COULD BE ONE-SIDED, NOTHING OUTRIGHT ROMANTIC HAPPENS

Reader is referred to as she/her, and is an art major in college. She is in her mid 20′s. 

(this fic is inspired by the song Real Men by Mitski. is it still cringe to name fanfics after songs?)

Though honestly sir, all I wanna do

Is get naked in front of you

So you can look me up and down

And tell me “well done girl, you’re looking good”

She ripped the pages from her pad one by one, crumbling each one into balls before tossing each one into the trash next to the park bench she sat on. Some went in, and others rolled onto the floor. Her hot, flushed face ran with cold tears. The spring breeze sent chills to her face, reminding her of how exposed this pathetic expression was to the public. Hunching over, she buried her face in her hands, wishing she were home instead. 

Unknown to her, a passerby took notice of her distress, but once she heard approaching footsteps, her body froze. She knew the person would just carry on, not saying a word, but the fact that they were close enough to see every moment of her breakdown made her feel so much worse. The footsteps came to a stop, as she heard the cracking of bones of a person bending over, and the crumbling of paper next to her. To her horror, she looked up and saw a man unfolding one of her drawings, observing her work. 

“It’s beautiful… Why did you throw it out?” The man said, glancing back and forth between the page and her. 

She froze, wanting to just disappear. She dreaded the judgment of older figures, and this man looked as if he could be one of her stone cold professors. Between the white button-up, glasses, and demanding presence of a man with experience, she felt like she was about to get drilled into 

“I messed it up… I’m really bad at drawing landscapes.” She admitted sorrowfully. She was unfamiliar with being approached by polite strangers; she felt backed up against a wall. She dreaded awaiting the man’s response. 

“Aw, don’t say that. You’re clearly a talented artist. You shouldn’t be that hard on yourself.” He sat on the opposite end of the bench, leaving a large gap between the two. She became tense, knowing he was going to engage in more conversation with her. “So, why are you drawing in the park?” 

“I have to draw from life, it's for an assignment,” she answered sheepishly, staring down at her lap. 

“Is it a high school art class?”

“What?! I’m in college! I go to an art school,” she blurted out, her stomach churning at being mistaken for a teenager. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! I just never have met anyone who’s gone to school for art… but I suppose the world needs professional artists as well…” he seemed to have trouble understanding the idea of an art school. 

“I’m trying to get into the industry, and a fine arts degree will make that easier for me.”

“I’ve never been to a school like that myself, but I imagine it’s just as stressful as any other college,” he tried to relate.

She wondered how long ago he graduated college. It was hard to tell his age, but he definitely looked old enough to have a wife and kids. Well, technically she was also, but she had only just reached the age where marriage was on her mind. On the other hand, he seemed to be at the age where his life is figured out, and he’s already created the family he’s always wanted. The way he acted reminded her of a kind and caring father; similar to the type she’d meet while visiting a friend’s house as a child. His demeanor made her smile, and she couldn’t help but trust him already. Ironically, that fact made her also feel wary of him, being unsure if people that nice can actually be genuine. 

“So, you don’t do landscapes; I wonder what kind of artist you are?” he hummed inquisitively to break the silence. Strangely enough, he did seem interested in her art. Her eyes lit up at the question, excited to discuss her interests with him. 

“I love to draw people, as in portraits and studying human anatomy. I want to be an illustrator, but in order to do that I need to improve my background art. That’s why I had to take this landscape class… It’s just so frustrating. It’s just so boring to me,” she rambled to him, flailing her hands around as she spoke to emphasize her points. He nodded along as she spoke, grinning as he looked at her with sincere eyes. 

She felt flustered every time her eyes met his, and she took notice of his expression. She wondered if he looked at her this lovingly even though she was just a stranger, then she couldn’t imagine how much love he gave his wife and kids. The thought wouldn’t leave her mind, and she felt embarrassed for wondering about his personal life so much. She didn’t know a thing about it. Perhaps he didn’t have a family at all, but that was hard to believe when he was so nurturing by nature. 

“I’d love to see your other drawings, if that's okay.” He looked back down at the drawing she threw out, tracing his fingers along the paper as he admired her work. 

She winced at the question, knowing exactly how this would go. She recalled all the times her family, teachers, and classmates would laugh in shock at her anatomical drawings. She worried he’d get the wrong idea about her, and assume she’s some kind of pervert. Or maybe he’d get the wrong idea and start seeing her sexually, as most men tend to do. She spiraled in split seconds as her trust in him dwindled in these hypothetical situations. What if he thought the nude female models she’d drawn were her? 

“I draw naked people,” she sternly blurted out, trying to set the record straight before facing embarrassment. “I have to draw naked models from life in school. I don’t want you getting grossed out by it-” 

“Hey, hey, don’t worry. I already know that. I’ve been to museums; I’ve seen my fair share of nude art,” he cut her off, trying to ease her worries. “Of course, you don’t have to show me. I’d just love to see you in your element.” 

Silently, she passed her sketch pad into his hands. He carefully grabbed it, and began flipping through the pages delicately, as if it were fragile. He spent a considerate amount of time on each page. His eyebrows raised and his eyes widened as he whispered “wow” at the still life’s and figure drawings. He took everything in wholeheartedly. He reached a page with self portrait studies, and paused on it for a little bit.

“Are these of you?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“They’re gorgeous… and they really look just like you!” he praised. 

She wanted to gasp at that comment. He just indirectly called her gorgeous, and that little bit of praise made her want to explode. Her face grew even hotter than it was when she was crying earlier, and she worried that he could somehow feel the heat emitting from her. She continued to speak, but it was difficult to concentrate as he stared at her so damn innocently.

“I have to draw portraits pretty often. I don’t know anybody who’s willing to let me draw them, so I end up having to draw myself a lot. Sometimes I’m required to draw other people, so when that happens I get stuck.” She rambled until her voice trailed off, trying not to talk too much. 

“Your friends don’t let you draw them?” He raised an eyebrow. . 

“I-I don’t really have any friends, actually. But not because no one likes me; I just… keep to myself too much. I’m fine with it. I don’t really mind being alone,” she nervously laughed as she spoke, trying to seem like what she was saying was actually the truth. 

“I’m sorry. That must be lonely…” He frowned in an almost perfect inverted smile. “I hope you know it’s perfectly normal for girls your age to be shy; but I find you charismatic.” 

“I’m not as young as you think I am… I’m in my mid twenties,” she stated as politely as possible, trying to assert herself.

“You’re still very young, but you carry yourself as a mature young woman. I’m sorry if I made you feel like a child. Just shows my age, I guess,” he laughed nervously. 

“You can’t be that much older than me. I thought you were in your early thirties.” 

“Oh, I wish” he chuckled loudly at the assumption. 

Her heart sank as she realized he was probably old enough to be her father. Her head dropped in embarrassment. 

“Though, I was going to say that if you need someone to draw, I’d gladly be your model,” he grinned. 

“That’d be really helpful, actually… Thank you.” She lifted her head, almost beaming. Despite how shy of a person she was, drawing random strangers was second nature to her. He passed back her sketch pad, and she readied her pencils. 

“So, what pose should I do?” He asked giddily, clearly excited about being drawn. 

“Um, just lean your arm against the bench and rest your head against your hand.” 

She reached over, guiding his arms into position. After doing so, she realized that had moved closer to him, and even touched him. The fact that such a simple thing stuck with her made her mad at herself. Brushing it off, she sat back and began sketching. Starting with round shapes to build the body, she took in just how soft and round everything about his man was. His head shape, body, eyes, and smile were all so pleasantly round. She avoided drawing his face, so she wouldn’t have to make direct eye contact with him. Eventually, she finished rendering the folds on his shirt, the strands of hair, and even the shadows on his skin. 

She looked at him to see him staring back at her. It only just hit her that he was watching her draw this entire time. The way he stared with such a gentle expression was mesmerizing. To her, it felt like his gaze was one of yearning. She wondered if he thought she was beautiful, just like she thought of him. Her heart raced as her desire to capture his expression on paper intensified, but no matter how much she rendered, every stroke felt incorrect. She wasn’t doing his beauty justice, and her thoughts beat her up over it. Eventually she was basically finished, and she held the drawing back to observe from afar. She wished she could’ve tore it up and started over, but she didn’t want to waste his time. 

“Can I see?” He asked eagerly, leaning over to get a glance at the page. 

She looked up at him with worried eyes, and darted them back at the page as she continued to observe her work. “It’s a little rushed…”

“Come on, let me see!” 

She turned the sketch pad around, showing him the portrait. He took it into his hands slowly, staring at it in pure awe. As he occupied his vision, she stared intensely at him. He was wonderstruck. 

“There’s no way you drew this so fast,” he laughed in shock. “This is so… indescribable! I’d buy this off you if it weren’t for your assignment.”

“Thank you,” she replied blankly. 

Staring at the ground, she tried to hide her embarrassment from his overwhelming praise. It felt almost patronizing, but then she realized she hadn’t been praised for her work in so long. Usually, people don’t bat an eye at adult artists, and she only felt like a prodigy up until age eighteen, when she graduated high school. It was strange being appreciated at all, especially by someone she just met. 

“Am I really that handsome? You made me look so flattering.”

“All I did was draw what I saw.” She wondered if she portrayed him more idealized than he actually was, like a schoolgirl doodling her crush.

“Well, it must be a given, since all of your art is so beautiful. The way you view the world must be so… unique.”

“You’re probably… the kindest man I’ve ever met. I hope that doesn’t sound weird.”

“No, not at all,” he smiled sincerely, looking directly at her. “I like to appreciate talent when I see it, and you, my girl, have it.”

That was it. That was the final straw. Her heart was practically threatening to be spat from her throat. The tears from earlier had returned, but the feeling was different. She wasn’t convulsing; she just sat there with tears pouring like a faucet. Foolishly, she looked up at him, eyes wide open. He saw the droplets dripping down her chin and staining her top. She choked out the words “thank you,” trying to somehow salvage the conversation. 

“Oh, poor thing… what’s wrong?” reacting instantly, he placed her pad on the side of the bench, and slid over to sit closer to her. He leaned toward her slightly. 

“No, it’s nothing. I’m being silly,” she dragged her palm across her face, smearing the tears away. 

“But I saw you crying earlier too… are you okay, doll?” 

She sniffed and wiped her nose with the side of her hand before throwing her head back, leaning against the back of the bench and staring at the sky. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” 

Patiently, he waited for her to continue speaking. 

“I don’t know… if I’ll get anywhere with this.”

“With what specifically?”

“I don’t know. In art. In life. In every way.” She sighed deeply. 

He watched the tears roll down her face as her head was leaned back. There wasn’t much he could do besides watch, as he didn’t want to encroach on her space. “It’s too early to say that. You have so much to look forward to.”

“It feels like… like every time I try I fail. I don’t know if I’ll be able to make a career for myself at all. My only talent is art. If I can’t do that…” she didn’t finish her thought. 

“But you’re doing it. You’re in college.”

“What comes after that?” 

He shifted closer to her, leaning over. “You’ll figure it out. Don’t talk yourself out of your own happiness… just because you’re scared.” 

“If I can’t make a living for myself, I’ll have no one to rely on. I don’t think I’m the kind of girl who can get married. Then my family… is a whole different story.” 

“Wait, what do you mean ‘not the kind of girl?’” 

She stuttered, embarrassed. “I’ve been rejected too many times to count.” 

“That doesn’t mean there's something wrong with you. You just haven’t found the right one yet.” He scoffed at her statement in disbelief that she believed she was unlovable. 

She pulled her head down and hunched over. “I just want to be happy, but it’s so hard,” she started sobbing. 

He felt horrible sitting there, watching her fall apart. So desperately he wanted to do anything that could change her mind. “Do you need a hug?”

She nodded as she leaned into him to rest her face on his shoulder. His arms rested around the back of her shoulders as she weakly wrapped hers around him. He gave her reassuring pats on the back. Even though the hug was from an awkward distance, she couldn’t recall ever feeling so happy to be hugged by someone. She felt like she was sinking deeply into his warmth and softness. She wanted to never let go. In fact, the thought of letting go made her cry even more. 

“You’re gonna be okay…” he tried to let go, but she pulled him back in. He reacted with a shocked grunt. “God, you’re gonna kill me,” he laughed hoarsely. 

She quickly let go and wiped her face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ 

“No, it’s completely fine. Things are really tough for you.” 

The two of them sat silently at a distance from each other again. She sniffed and wiped her nose with the side of her hand, feeling embarrassed of how gross she felt. 

“Hey, I was wondering,” he broke the silence. “If I’m ever in need of an artist, for whatever reason, I’d want to get in touch with you.” 

“You’d want to commission me?” 

“Yes! I’d love to have a piece of art by you on my wall. Your style is beautiful.” Every word he said hit deeply. She couldn’t understand why he was so genuinely captivated by her. 

She wrote her phone number on a sheet of paper, ripped it out of the pad, and handed it to him. He neatly folded it and placed it into his shirt pocket. 

“If you want, I could give you mine as well. You deserve to have someone you can talk to. Although, It’s fine if you don’t want to. I am just some old fart you met at the park, after all.” He laughed as he looked at her with squinted eyes. 

“I think you’re a nice old fart, at least,” she sputtered through laughter. She passed her sketch pad and a pencil over to him, allowing him to write on it. 

“Oh, all this time, I didn’t even think to ask your name. I’m sorry, how rude of me,” he said bashfully. 

“It’s (Y/N),” she said. 

“Mine is Burt. It’s been a pleasure meeting you”

#burt fabelman #burt fabelman x reader #the fablemans #paul dano #paul dano x reader

[girlnextdoooor]

Hello! How are you!🩷🩷

If it is not a bother can u write a nsfw with Burt Fableman?

Like you're his (pre-stablished young) girlfriend and you wanna do something special for him( cause he's been feeling down lately)and he's coming from work and then you surprise him all dolled up in a lacy frilly lingerie and you both proceed to have fun.

If plausible can contain ( daddy kink age gap breeding kink and cute pet names )

If you don't wanna do this is completely understandable!! Thank you for your time!!

-🐇

baby doll || burt fabelman x f!reader

summary: he squeezes where he's holding you, causing a sharp gasp to leave you. He knows exactly what he's doing, you can feel it off of him. Burt is as much of a gentleman as they come, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy watching you squirm a little.

warnings: smut (MDNI), age gap, breeding, daddy kink, teasing, fingering, burt is a god at aftercare

a/n: i'm super sorry i'm getting to reqs kind of slow, i work two jobs and i've been kind of busy 😭 this is also not proof read so, enjoy!

Burt was always such a sweetheart, and it broke you to watch him come home day after day upset and irritated because of work. Even further, him still being nothing short of an excellent partner; helping you through college classes, grocery shopping, supporting your own career aspirations, anything you felt strongly about, he was with you. You did everything you possibly could for him in your downtime, and would do more if it weren't for the part of you still wanting some kind of independence such as your own job while taking classes. Although you knew Burt would happily take care of you, you just never let him because he already goes above and beyond for you.

Which is precisely why tonight was special. Having the day off from your job and no classes, you went and picked out a new set of the most beautiful, frilly, pink, lingerie you could get your hands on, along with a brand new pair of lacy stockings. Burt had mentioned in passing before he loves the color pink on you, so obviously that was taken into account. You finish your purchase and make your way back home, anxious to try everything on and make sure it fits you properly. Lord forbid it doesn't fit and you have to go all the way back before he gets home.

You pull the set from the bag, rolling the fabric between your fingers. The image of Burt above you while wearing this very thing is ingrained into your head, causing a heat to pool in your stomach. You shoo the thoughts away long enough to pull your clothes off, shivering slightly at the cool air. The top is fastened with a clip in the shape of a tiny bow, a cute detail you think. You pull the small pink skirt that will absolutely hide nothing over your hips before letting it settle into your skin. It's tight, but not enough to hurt. The stockings are rolled up your legs, stopping an inch above the knee.

A final glance in the full body mirror occupying a corner of the room you and Burt share. You sit looking, wavering between wether to put a little makeup on or keep yourself bare faced. Ultimately, you decide to just put a pop of lipgloss on and keep your face natural. He prefers you that way.

The front door shutting alerts you that he's home. A wave of panic washes over you; you hadn't even taken the tags off the lingerie yet. Hurriedly, you snap the two tiny plastic tags off as his foot steps are echo down the hall. "Honey?" He calls for you. You've barely managed to turn around once he comes through the bedroom door. His eyes meet your own and you can feel the whole room shift. The tension is thick enough to cut as he stands there, drinking your form in.

God, you love it when he looks at you like that.

The heat in your stomach curls into something needier, something stronger. You think for a second he can read your mind as Burt steps towards you, closing the gap. A hand reaches for your hip, and he pulls your body into his. He smells like cedar and bergamot, and it is intoxicating. The hip he has a hold on is seared, as if his touch is burning you from the inside out.

He leans forward, bending towards your neck. "I missed you, my love."

You can feel his breath against you, hot and labored. Small kisses are pressed along the column of your neck, which elicits a shaky sigh from your lips. Almost instinctively, your hands find themselves clutched to his nice button up.

"I missed you too, sweetheart", your words wobble, finding it difficult to keep the want out of your voice.

He squeezes where he's holding you, causing a sharp gasp to leave you. He knows exactly what he's doing, you can feel it off of him. Burt is as much of a gentleman as they come, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy watching you squirm a little.

"What's all this about?" He questions, bringing his other hand up to toy with the lace of the top. You thickly swallow, "It's a surprise for you".

Burt leans back upright so he can stare directly at you, a small smile etched into his features. "You said you liked me in pink..."

The words are replaced with an airy moan when he tugs gently at one of your already hard nipples through the lace, "I do like you in pink, angel. Especially like this." His voice reverberates into your bones, all the way down to the marrow of your frame.

"Daddy please... fuck- Please touch me", you whine, white knuckling his shirt. His eyes widen in surprise at the name before immediately being replaced by something darker. "Oh, baby doll, i'm going to take good, good, care of you", he replies.

In one swift motion he has you hoisted up around his waist like you weigh nothing. The bulge in his pants is pressing deliciously into your unclothed core, causing another whine to leave your mouth. Burt carries you across the room to the bed and gently sets you down, catching a glimpse of your bare cunt.

"Did my baby not put anything on under here for me?" Teasingly, he slowly drags two of his fingers over your already swollen lips, catching the wetness on his fingers. An unhinged moan echoes across the room as your head lolls to one side, mouth half open.

"I thought- Ah!" You're cut off by Burt making slow circles around your throbbing bud. "Keep talking, my love", he says with a loving smile. "I thought it would... Ah- Be easier... And you can... fuck me in the skirt", you finally manage to get out in between moans.

The calloused pads of his fingers know how to play you with precision, how to get any and every noise he wants to hear out of you. You know you sound pathetic, but he could listen to your symphony of moans all day.

Burt moves his hand away from your nub, and is met with a cry of protest from you. "Shhhh baby doll, everything's okay", he whispers, leaning down and giving you a gentle kiss.

His hand returns, this time with two fingers slowly pressing into your heat, while his thumb runs over your clit again in lazy circles. You let a high pitched moan out into his mouth, giving him the advantage to press his tongue into yours. His fingers pump into that sweet spot and you pull from his mouth.

"Oh my god, daddy... Please don't stop I'm so so so close, please," you whine, voice becoming increasingly higher in pitch. Burt's fingers become impossibly faster, letting the wet sounds fill the room along with your angelic voice.

Your hand grips his shoulder like your life depends on it, "I'm gonna cum, daddy, please let me cum, please". He ever so gently groans at the sight of you, "That's it, my love. Cum on daddy's fingers, just like that", he commands sweetly. With his approval voiced, your orgasm washes over you, hips involuntarily grinding down to meet his fingers. Burt continues to move his fingers until you twitch with overstimulation, pressing soft kisses to your neck.

His fingers leave you open, and still wanting more. "Daddy..." you whine out, gazing at him through your eyelashes. "What do you need, sweetheart?" He asks gently, bringing one hand to cup the side of your face. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm, before finishing. "I need you to fuck me", you bat your eyes at him innocently.

The heat in his eyes is still there, and you glance down long enough to see his cock is straining against his pants. Burt smiles at you before sitting you up enough to undo the ribbon clasp from the back of your top. Your breasts spill into his hands and he gently massages them. You softly moan at the contact, stomach blazing at his touch.

"I'm going to take care of you, angel. Don't worry", he whispers, leaning down to take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth.

A groan escapes your mouth as the heat within you is reignited; a fire burning hot beneath the surface of your skin, begging to consume you. Burt moves to kiss your neck, and then your jaw - up, up, up until he places a soft and gentle kiss on your parted lips. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and you give yourself over to him in a quiet act of devotion.

Slowly, he hikes the already small skirt up to your hips, leaving you open completely. He pulls away from you to kneel before unbuckling his belt. The clinking of the metal pieces makes your entire body shiver from pure want. You watch his hands eagerly work on the button and zip of his pants until they eventually loosen around his waist, and then continue to stare, mouth salivating, waiting for him to undress further.

Burt chuckles a little at your expression, and the fact that you've been staring at him for so long. "Are you enjoying the show, pretty girl?"

The heat that floods your face is almost instantaneous, giving you enough of a reason to bring your arms to cover the blush. "J-just excited, that's all", you whisper.

You hear him shuffling beside you, but aren't brave enough to take a peek from the safety of your arms. The dip in the bed between your legs is enough to at least make you move the arm laying over your eyes. Burt sits between your legs, shirt unbuttoned, pants off, and the sight has an involuntary whine ripple through you.

He slowly pushes the head of his thick cock against your opening. "Are you alright, my love?"

You swallow the accumulated saliva in your mouth before responding. "Please more, daddy."

With that, he pushes forward, almost agonizingly slow, letting a groan echo through him. Your breath hitches at the delicious stretching, and your fingers dig into the rumpled blanket beneath you with every inch he pushes in. He stills, bottoming out completely, before pulling out slowly and pushing back in.

You swear fire is seeping through your skin. Somewhere along the lines of today you must have swallowed a live electrical wire without realizing. Your entire body crackles and burns beneath the skin, desire flowing through you like lava.

"Faster daddy, please", you cry. Burt simply smiles, eyes half lidded, before roughly snapping his hips to yours over and over again. Your back arches ever so slightly off the bed as a string of moans and whines pour from you.

Burt's hands roam across your glistening skin, squeezing and grabbing as he wants, and you let him. His left hand eventually settles on a hard grip into your hip, and his right grabs the back of your thigh, pushing it up so he can hit deeper.

He pounds into you fervently, like pleasing you is what he lives and breathes to do. "I'm going to cum again, daddy. Ohhhh my god, please don't stop", you beg.

A calloused finger rubs into your clit exactly how you like. "Just like that, angel. Just... like that", he coaxes.

Your orgasm ripples through you, forcing your eyes to roll backwards and rock against Burt's fast pace. Your cunt pulses around him, giving him enough friction to just about cum himself.

"Where does my baby doll want me?" He whispers. It takes all of three seconds for the words to register before you're wrapping your free leg around his waist.

"Inside, please daddy", you moan, still experiencing aftershocks from your own high.

You can see his eyes widen the smallest amount, before he pumps one, two, three times and stills. A low moan rumbles from him as he's spilling deep inside of you. He stays stuck like that, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape for another ten seconds. His hair is damp and sticking to his forehead in some places. The sight alone is almost enough to make you cum again.

He pulls away from you, chest rising and falling in quick succession while he tries to catch his breath. Finally, he opens his eyes and looks at you, spread beneath him, completely fucked out. He bends over you and kisses you with a gentleness that starkly contrasts your previous activities.

He shifts, pulling himself up off the bed before returning not even a minute later with a warm rag. The rag is gently pressed against your thighs and then your heat itself, working through all of your combined bodily fluids. Burt eventually moves and cleans himself, and then rolls back onto the bed with you.

"I love you, baby doll," he whispers, looking at you with such love and care it makes you want to cry.

"I love you too," you whisper back, a smile plastered to your face.

You both settle in together, him with his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you against his chest. The safety of Burt as a person makes you clutch onto him, and by no means is he letting go.

"What about a shower?" He asks, still in a whisper.

You nod. "A shower sounds good right about now", you punctuate with a laugh.

Burt laughs in response before getting up and taking hold of your hand, pulling you up out of bed. You stand a minute, staring at each other. The sun is just over the horizon, the rays leaking through the curtains to make his beautiful green eyes shine. One of your hands cups his cheek, which he gladly sinks into.

"I really, really, really do love you, y'know?" He smiles at you.

You return the smile and nod, "The crazy thing is, I also really love you."

You wrap your arms around his neck, and his find their way around your waist. Burt slowly sways you with him in a loving and caring embrace, then pulling away just enough to plant a soft kiss to your lips.

"Now about that shower..." He whispers

#paul dano x reader #burt fabelman x reader #burt fabelman x you #the fabelmans #reqs!

[imagine--if]

Have you seen The Fablemen’s yet cause I watched it yesterday and hoooooooooly shitttt Burt has me in a chokehold.

aaaa no I haven't yet, but I'm desperate too! Hopefully this week or the next, then I'll dump my random ideas and imagines here for you all hehe 😏💚

lol I love how every gif of this man is him *shook* 🤨

#burt fabelman x reader #burt fabelman #burt fablemen #the fabelmans #the fablemans #paul dano #danonation

[imagine--if]

im feeling more and more tempted to write relationship hcs for burt fablemen judging his character through watching the trailer about 50 times 😂

im impatient and it looks so good and HE looks so good help- 😵‍💫

#burt fablemen #burt fabelman x reader #burt fabelman #the fablemans #the fabelmans #danonation #paul dano x reader #paul dano movies #paul dano characters

[imagine--if]

will u consider writing for danos new character, burt fablemen, when the fablemens come out 🥹🥹

Um, YesS?!?!!

I've seen the trailer about fifty times and I can't wait to see the movie 😁

I'll definitely accept requests for him when it's out if that's what you guys want 💚

#the fablemans #burt fablemen #steven spielberg #danonation #paul dano #paul dano x reader

[cannedbeefaroni]

could i request some burt fableman x fem!reader pleeeease? maybe some soft dom themes if you'd be able to. thank you! <3

oooooohhh ok so i'm using this as an excuse to man a sequel to a burt fic i wrote a while back, but it does follow the request :3 here's the first one in case u wanna read it

Summary: You are a washed up artist who frequents a local bar. One night you meet a familiar face, causing an embarrassing confrontation.

Content: SMUT (MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT), AGE GAP (reader is about 25 and Burt is around 40), Alcohol, drinking, themes of depression, themes of academic failure, a lot of making out and dry humping in a car

Reader is referred to as you/yours but is referred to with feminine terminology

It had been months since you had met that man at the park. It seemed like a dream, and you nearly convinced yourself that it was. Burt… that was his name. You wondered what had been going on with him. You wondered how he’d react to how your life’s been going since you last saw him. His words made a home in your mind, tormenting you everyday. You have so much to look forward to. Don’t talk yourself out of your own happiness… just because you’re scared. You didn’t take his advice. You didn’t even come close to it. You had dropped out of art school. Too much bullshit in your life and at school held you back, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You had no idea why you were ever there in the first place. Art had become a burden to you, but no matter what you always thought fondly of the one time you drew Burt in the park. The scene would replay in your mind over and over every night. Whenever you were bored, you found yourself sketching him. Oddly, this man brought you peace, and you barely even knew him. You wished you had the courage to call him, but you were beyond terrified if he just didn’t want to hear from you again. 

Once a week you’d go out drinking by yourself, and you were aware of how pathetic that looked. It was some small local pub, and you felt comfortable enough being there alone. Though you were depressed, you tried your damned hardest to not rely on alcohol too much. Building that routine for yourself helped you self regulate after everything in your life had gone awry. Although it looked bad for a woman your age to be getting hammered alone at a bar, cussing out everyone around her before falling asleep with her head on the counter. The only times you were extroverted were when you were drunk. After a couple glasses, no one was off the table for conversation. This led to some embarrassing memories, to say the least. Most of the people you’d speak with in slurs were middle aged men in suits having drinks after work. They were often rude or creepy, but you had no qualms with being rude back to them. The bartenders had grown accustomed to your shenanigans, and you had a feeling they didn’t like you very much. 

One night while you were sitting at the bar, you casually looked behind you and saw something that made you want to disappear. It was him. Burt, the man you haven't seen in months, just so happened to walk in. You turned around frantically, praying that he wouldn’t notice you. You quickly became aware of what a mess you’d become, and tried fixing your clothes and hair. Thanks to your luck, Burt chose to sit on the stool right next to you. You shyly turned your head, hoping he wouldn’t recognize you. 

“(Y/N)?” 

You wanted to die. Slowly, you swiveled towards him, smiling as awkwardly as ever. You were already getting drunk, but you tried your best to act sober. You look up at him like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh, hello… Burt,” you said sheepishly. You just realized you never even got his last name, and you felt you sounded so stupid calling a man his age by his first name. 

He smiled brightly, and you felt your heart jump. “Oh wow, it’s been so long. I missed seeing you around! How are you these days?” he spoke to you like you were his best friend of years, and you felt delusional like you were. 

“I’ve been good,” you lied. “Uh, how have you been?”

“Well, I’ve been quite alright. I’ve just been so busy as of late. I’ve hardly had any time to myself, I’ve just been so engrossed in my work. I’ve actually been meaning to call you for the longest time, I just couldn’t get around to it,” he said in his sunshiney voice. You wanted to scream from how painfully bad you were at smalltalk. You just wanted to tell him the gritty truth, but that wouldn’t paint you in a good light. 

“Yeah, uh, same here,” you said.

“Oh my god, how’ve you been? Have you been making more art? How’s art school?” he beamed, and you winced. 

“Well to be honest-” you were cut off by Burt quickly giving the bartender his order. 

“I’m sorry, please continue,” he turned back to you. 

You sighed, “Yeah, I’ve still been doing art but…” you grimaced as you leaned your head against your fist, feeling dizzy. 

“Has everything been okay?” he tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well, I’m a girl alone at a bar on a Wednesday night, so I don’t think it seems like it,” you laugh at yourself, but quickly stop when he frowns in response. 

“Sweetheart… are you okay?” he leans in, not even paying attention to his drink being placed on the counter in front of him. 

You turned away from him, “I’m fine, it’s just that I dropped out of college and lost all direction in my life, no big deal,” you grinned, pretending like it’s all a funny joke. Your face feels like it's on fire, between the drunkenness and the term of endearment. 

“Wait, what?” he said with concern. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I'll be good company tonight. I should go-” you grab your bag and get up to leave. Burt follows after you, but quickly goes back to the counter to pay for his and your drinks. You walk outside just to see its storming hard. You hide under cover, staring out at the weather like a fool. You didn’t know how you’d get home. Behind you, the door opened, and Burt exited the pub. He stands for a moment and looks out at the rain as well.

“Do you have a ride?” he asked. 

“I’ll just walk,” you answered, defeatedly. 

“You really shouldn’t. You should wait until it clears up a little, at least.”

“I don’t want to be stuck here all night,” you snapped.

“Then I’ll drive you.” 

You stood silently for a moment. 

“Okay.”

The two of you make a run for his car through the storm. You nearly slip and fall, but he grabs your hand, helping you back up. You internally shame yourself for letting your heart flutter at the interaction. The trip through the rain felt never ending, despite only being one block. Once you got into his car,you noticed how cold and wet you’d become. He chuckled at the situation, but you just shivered as you noticed your white shirt had become see-through. You crossed your arms, but then felt Burt placing his jacket around your shoulders. You pulled it over yourself.

“You seem cold…” he whispered.

“Thank you,” you sigh in relief. 

“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable tonight… I didn’t realize I’d bother you,” he gently said.

“You didn’t bother me at all… I was… really happy to see you again,” you shrunk into yourself. It all felt so overwhelming. Being in his car, wrapped in his jacket. His scent surrounded you as he sat only inches away. You felt so guilty for having these feelings. They were impossible to ignore.

“Me too,” he smiled softly. “I wanted to catch up with you… but I’m sorry things haven’t been going well.” 

“I thought talking to you would just bring you down. I just have nothing positive to talk about.” You looked down at your lap. 

“That doesn’t matter,” he scoffed. “I really love talking to you. You’d never bring me down.” He smiled at you, and your stomach instantly did backflips. 

“Burt… I don’t know if we should keep talking like this. D-don’t you have a wife or something?” you stutter nervously, feeling yourself fall deeper into delusions of him. 

“Well, you assume I have a wife. The mother of my kids and I have been divorced for years,” he spoke matter-of-fact-ly, but not denying being flirtatious. You stared at the ground intensely, feeling the heat of your face spread to your ears.

“But- I- uh,” you stuttered weakly trying to find something to say. 

“Look, you’re a gorgeous young woman, and any man would be lucky to have you, but don’t you think I’m a little old for you?” he asks. 

“I- I don’t know,” you shriveled up inside his jacket, wanting to die. 

He sighed, “how long have you had these feelings?”

“Since the moment I saw you,” you sulked. 

He looked away from you, out the window, “yeah. Me too,” once the sentence registered in your head, your eyes shot wide open and your gaze slowly shifted to him. “I suppose I have been overly flirtatious with you. I shouldn’t have.” 

All you could do was stare at him blankly. There were so many things you could say at the moment, but you foolishly uttered the words, “please, kiss me,” and he looked back at you with heartbroken eyes. 

“Have you ever… been treated well by a man?” he asked sorrowfully. You couldn’t answer. Either you didn’t know, or you were afraid of admitting it. You looked away shamefully, and you felt his hand graze your cheek before gently holding your face to look at him. “I can show you-“ his thumb caressed over your lips, and his gaze bore deep into yours, “-how a real man is supposed to treat a woman.” His head dips into yours, kissing your lips slowly and gently. It shocked you, but his touch was so delicate that you couldn’t help but ease into it, eagerly welcoming it. Your whole body leaned forward into him, relaxing every muscle in your body. He smelled distinctly of cologne and cigarettes. It was a common scent that you’ve associated with him since the moment you met him. His face felt prickly against your skin, as if he hadn’t shaved in a couple days. It began to sink in, how much you were at his mercy and he was being so kind with you. You felt safe with him. 

He pulled back, fluttering his eyelids open as he asked, “how was that, darling?” 

“Mmh, please, more,” you mumbled, wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him back into the kiss. He chuckled softly against your lips, making you grin. His hands moved towards your body, resting on your waist, pulling you closer. His grip on you was firm, and it made you whimper slightly at the sudden feeling. You lost your composure quickly, parting your lips and pushing your tongue into his mouth. Instantly, he reciprocated, sliding his into your mouth too. You were shocked at the extent of how dirty a good man like him could become. He knew exactly how to kiss you, and how to react to every movement of your body. Your legs shut tightly and your hips were bucking out of sexual frustration. Burt noticed, and pulled back as his hands slid down to your hips. 

“Aren’t you an eager little thing?” he grinned, teasing you. “Come on, shouldn’t I be getting you home by now?” 

“No!” you reacted on instinct, feeling your stomach drop at the thought of this stopping. You cling to his body, burying your face in his shoulder, and you feel so immature and needy. 

“Poor thing,” he cooed at you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. You thought back to the first time he hugged you back then, and how awkward it was. Now your body was tightly pressed up against his. “What do you want to do?” he looked down at you as his hand grazed under your chin, lifting your face. You looked up at him speechlessly. “Please use your words, pretty girl.” 

You blush deeply, trying to look away, but his hand holds you in place. “I just- I want to be with you… for as long as you’ll let me.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” he grins, caressing his thumb over your lip, “That’s exactly what I want too.” He pulls you in closer to kiss you again. You keep going, crawling up into his lap to be as close as possible. Your skirt hikes up, but you try pulling it down to remain somewhat modest. His hums stutter in reaction, and his grip on your waist tightens. You become increasingly vocal from the feeling of being sat on his lap, feeling the muscles in his thighs flex underneath you. You think about how dangerously close your crotches are in proximity, and you subtly move your hips up, trying to close the gap. Burt continues to make out with you with an increasing hunger, groaning against your lips. His hands move down to your hips, inching close to your ass. He grips you firmly and pulls you up, causing your crotch to rub up against his. You whine at the sudden stimulation, and he chuckles softly at your reaction. He slumps down against the seat to buck his hips upward, pulling you down with him. Now you could clearly feel how hard his bulge has gotten. He grabs your ass, humping you at a steady speed. Your skirt has hiked up to the point where you’re worried he can see your panties, or worse, see how wet they’ve already become. 

“Such a beautiful voice,” he whispers against your lips, as one of his hands drag up your body to lace his fingers through your hair. His other hand rests on your lower back, feeling you thrust against him. He lays still, letting you grind on him, getting yourself off. “You poor thing… so pent up,” he whispers in your ear as your head buries into the dip of his neck. “Such a dirty girl… trying to get off in my lap,” his lips graze the side of your face, and you whine in response to his teasing. “You can’t possibly finish from just this, can you?” he smirks, kissing your cheek feverishly. His dirty talk keeps pushing you closer to your release, and he can tell. 

“Please, please,” you beg, unable to think of anything else to say. He kept grabbing you tightly as if he were yours, making you feel like his life revolved around you. For a moment you wanted to believe it was true. 

“What is it you want, sweetheart?” he asks sweetly, his lips on the corner of your mouth. 

“P-please, let me come,” you cry. 

“You can do it. Come for me, darling,” he whispers before connecting his lips back to yours, muffling your squeals of pleasure, as his words were all you needed. The muscles in your lower half all clench as you come undone. Your legs tremor and your pelvis presses tightly up against his body. Your panties are overflowing, and for a second you worry that you’ve soiled his pants as well. He pulls back, watching as you pant breathlessly, holding your face gently. 

“Such a good girl,” he praises you, grinning. You rest your head on his shoulder, your body sinking into his. He caresses your back slowly, soothing you. You noticed how soft and warm he was, feeling the heat of his skin through his button up over his pudgy stomach. He kisses you sweetly, before asking, “what am I going to do with you?”

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