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M!Reader or GenderUnspecifiedWithBigDick!Reader Request: Can't remember how this would be happening, but Tiffany fucking some hot young & hung neighbor boy (is 18+, don't worry!) while Chucky watches on from the closet or somewhere.

Ooof! Well this took longer than I meant it to but here it finally is! Hope this is up to standard and that you like it! Also this is my first full Tiffany thing so that was a lot of fun too of course! Along with that this was my first time doing a male perspective and hope it reads okay, not much else to say but thanks for asking this and let’s get into it.

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Rating. Explicit. Length 2.1K. Tiffany Ray Valentine X AMAB! Big Dick Reader. Warnings. Cheating. Blow job. Riding. Vaginal Sex. Cunnilingus. Knifeplay. Ropeplay. Voyurism. Cucking. Complex Feelings.

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I Probably Shouldn’t.

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She never meant for it to happen.

Really she was happy with Chucky and was usually so loyal, there were so many reasons it was a terrible idea but she was only human after all. Typically she was so busy, always had things to do, but casually, slowly, she started to notice you.

The first day she was just grabbing the mail, standing at the end of the driveway, flipping through letters and bills, humming to herself softly. It was a nice day, early summer, she slowly started to come up the driveway, still preoccupied with the mail in her manicured hands. Movement off to the side caught her peripheral vision and she looked proper, turning her head to see you.

And you.

You were-

Distracting.

Very distracting. No one should look that good mowing a lawn. And yet you did. You noticed her looking at you and so you gave a casual wave and a smile. A small smile of her own as she waved back, and she may have lingered a bit too long, eyes raking over you as she slowly made her way back inside, still looking at you long after you had stopped looking at her.

There was nothing wrong with looking.

Right?

That was your rationalization too. She was so fucking hot, you couldn’t help yourself, I mean you knew she was married but again there was nothing wrong with just looking. As long as it just stays that, looking.

And that is all it was on your side and hers for a while.

You liked her looking and she liked you looking too. It took her a bit to catch on to the game you were playing with her. You got a handle on her schedule and it isn’t like you were purposefully trying to tempt her, it just so happened that when she went out to water the flowers in the backyard, you were in your own backyard, shirt conventionally forgotten.

She caught on to what you were doing of course and decided to fire back. You took notice right away. You weren’t sure if it was on purpose at first when you caught her changing in front of the window, curtains blatantly open. Purple lace against her creamy skin looked fucking insanely good, she looked soft and you couldn’t help the thoughts that began to plague you when she was around.

She was a woman who went after what she wanted. And so she made the first move. Playing the part of the good neighbor. You had been working outside when she called to you. Leaning over the shared fence, tray in hand as she beckoned you over and you went over easily, trying not to rush so you didn’t look over eager. Polite as ever when you addressed her,

“Good afternoon Mrs.Valentine.”

A laugh from her before she was playfully drawing out saying your name and then corrected you, lightly chastising you,

“I told you to call me Tiffany.”

You felt a little weird about that, didn’t want to be too informal, I mean you were already playing with fire, she was a married woman and while her husband didn’t seem to get the most imposing figure, there was something in how he acted that you saw on occasion that made you think you wouldn’t wanna cross him.

With how she was looking at you though you felt that you should give in and so you did. Breaking under her gaze as you responded,

“Right-sorry Tiffany.”

She gave a small hum showing her approval and adjusted, standing up straighter as she held the tray out,

“Looks like you were working hard out here so I thought you might like some lemonade and cookies.”

Well shit wasn’t she just the sweetest? It was a hot summer day and here she was, playing perfect little housewife, that husband of hers was a lucky man. You wondered why she was wasting her time with you though? Those looks she was giving you, this game of back and forth you were playing, was she not happy with him? Did he ignore her? Is that why she was seeking you out? Craving not YOUR attention in particular but just ANY attention?

That was fine by you.

It didn’t really matter because right now she did want your attention and you would be an idiot to pass up such an opportunity

“Oh you really didn’t have to do this-”

“No, no, I insist, it’s my pleasure.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at her mouth as she said that, the way the word ‘pleasure’ slipped from between her lips got to you and made your mind wander to other things related to that particular word.

“Go ahead.”

She offered and you remembered yourself and picked up one of the chocolate chip cookies and your hand closed around the glass, the condensation feeling icy in comparison to the hot day outside. They were delicious, of course they were, there was not way they wouldn’t be, you couldn’t help the small moan you let out,

“Oh my God Tiffany-”

She leaned closer, you could smell her perfume and fuck it was nice, she was smiling as she spoke low, just to you,

“Do you like my cookies?”

She was flirting with you. Blatantly. And you returned it readily, so on it went.

What really sealed the deal was that summer storm. It was raining hard, a terribly thunderstorm. Tiffany had gone to the grocery store with the intention of trying to get it done before the storm hit, she had missed the window. You had looked out the window and saw her pull up into her driveway. You watched her, sitting in her car, debating what to do. You saw your chance and so you took it, front door opened and you gave a wave to get her attention. She noticed you and you gestured her to roll down the window, she did so and you called out to her,

“Need a hand?”

She was very grateful.

Even with you helping and doing most of it you both still got wet. The rain was so heavy from the storm that you both got fairly drenched. You were going to do it all yourself but she insisted on helping still. So here you were, it was dark in the kitchen, both dripping and she was thanking you profusely for your help.

She insisted you stay, even though you were right next door, she offered to help with your clothes and well she was just so nice and hospitable you certainly couldn’t say no, it would be rude.

That was how it happened.

You in the bathroom, getting changed, stripping out of your soaked clothing and her coming in sooner than you were ready for and fucking hell. You looked damn good. She apologized for barging in but she didn’t leave, eyes roaming over your damp body and you certainly didn’t shy away. Hard to say who moved closer to who first, but what was really important was that was the first time you two had hooked up. You could not get over how good it was, how good she was, I mean you had been staring, looking her over for so long, but actually getting to touch her? My God.

Her body was incredible, so soft just like you knew she would be and she was so confident. Taking the lead easily, she was a woman who knew what she wanted after all, So when she finally removed the last bit of your clothing, underwear pulled down, finding you achingly hard, she was very fucking impressed. On her knees in front of you, your underwear pulled down your thighs and her mouth pressed to the head of your cock, hand wrapped around the base as she said, “Don’t tell me you have been hiding this from me the whole time.”

And when those lips finally wrapped around you and set to work swallowing your ample length you fucking moaned her name. To say Tiffany Ray Valentine is good at sucking dick is frankly an understatement, she knew just how to handle you and you had been so caught up, sitting on the edge of the tub, eyes were closed that you didn’t notice her get up, and soon she as straddling your lap and positioned herself just right. There was this moment, a shared gasp between you and her as she slid down, filling herself up, tight, wet heat wrapped around you. All bets were off then. Your arms around her waist, pulling her up before slamming her back down and how she threw her head back with a moan, fuck, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay away.

So you didn’t.

You certainly weren’t trying to get caught but you probably weren’t being as subtle as you should have been. You started being really helpful around her house, or that was the excuse anyway. You coming over to help fix the sink turned into you having her spread on the kitchen table using your own mouth on her, she was great at directing you and you took that direction, doing everything she wanted to the letter and of course loving every little reaction. You hands on her hips as you tasted her and she tasted amazing, but that was one of the best words to describe her. Just amazing from head to toe, how could you become anything but obsessed with her?

There were many more hookups, varying locations in her house, many a different activity, she had started introducing kink into the time you two shared and you had to admit there was something about having a knife to your throat that made you cum unreasonably hard. She would tell you that she could swear that you would fill her up extra whenever she did that to you. Also you ended up learning to adore the times she would felx her knot tying skills when she pulled the rope out, not like you needed much convincing on that one.

Now that brings us up to today. One of the few places you didn’t hook up often was her bedroom, not because she didn’t want to but because you felt a little weird about it, I mean she was married, it was the bed she shared with her husband, last thing you wanted to do was mess up their bed and get caught because of that. She would love to tease you over it,

“You are so bad at lying.”

Talking about how much harder you felt when she stroked you with the hand that had her wedding ring on. And sure maybe she had a point, maybe you did really like it and get off on it but there wasn’t anything wrong with not admitting that. She had insisted you come grocery shopping with her, she wanted to bake you something and so of course you went. Little did the two of you know that her husband who was supposed to be gone all day had come home while you were out. The baking got heated, you two of you soon found yourself upstairs and in that same bed you had shown previous reluctance to being in.

He was going to fucking kill you.

He had been in the walk in closet when you both came stumbling in, you had already gotten Tiffany half undressed on the way, it was you both falling back onto the bed and her laughing that got his attention. He knew that particular laugh all too well. He was a bit too stunned with what was going on in front of him to do anything at first but soon he found himself actually watching. It shouldn’t be this fucking hot, really he should be pissed, he was but he was also suprisingly into it. The emotions were hard to process in the moment, anger and arousal in equal measure as he watched you sink inside of his wife and how she moaned your name in response, legs wrapping around your hips. You and she had not a care in the world, blissfully unaware and lost in the pleasure soaked moment with one and other

That same thought kept repeating, even after he had pulled himself out and begun to get off to the two of you. He was going to kill you, he couldn’t let you get away with this, no way but Christ the way she writhed under her as you fucked into her, your mouth on her neck, it was such a hot image.

And okay maybe the orgasm he had from witnessing this, spilling thick ropes of cum over his own hand and the carpeted floor of the closet, was one of the best he had in recent memory. So maybe he wouldn’t take you out right away, maybe he would try to watch this a little bit more, and maybe, just fucking maybe, he wouldn’t think to hard about what that said about him.

#Here we are!#Sorry for the break!#BHF asks #BHF writing #Tiffany Ray Valentine #Charles Lee Ray #Thirst #slasher fucker stuff #Chucky?#More like Cucky amiright?!#Terrible joke I will nto apologize #zhellas #Thanks again for asking this!

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