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westcoastcreative · 2 years

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Make Sure You’re Good

Hi! This was written and posted on AO3 about a year ago, but I’ve been wanting to embrace more of my weird and jump into the Brio/Rio fandom as well as a few others here, so I’m reposting this as my intro-to-Tumblr post. Thanks for reading! ♥️

Characters: Beth x Rio

Summary: Rio stops by during an evening of Beth's house-to-herself rituals and makes sure every one is covered.

Word Count: 4,899

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Daddy kink, marijuana use

She did it every night, but it was a lengthier ritual on the nights she had home alone — putting herself to bed.

When she had the kids, it consisted of pulling on a silk nightie; washing her face; sipping a cup of tea while reading or journaling in bed; brushing her teeth; sliding in.

When it was just her, she added a bubble bath with a glass of pinot noir, a face mask, maybe a few hits of a pre-rolled joint in the backyard before or after. On those nights alone, the subjects of her reading and writing often skewed explicit. An orgasm helped lock in the completeness of her relaxation.

What achieved that release never varied all too widely. The only requirement was that he took control.

She liked his hand around her throat. Or pulling insistently at her hair. LOVED to be slapped on the ass. Even more so her cunt. Rio asserting himself and his control of the situation allowed her to get out of her head completely. To let go of every urgent responsibility that’d been layered onto her shoulders that day.

Of course she needed to be fucked with bruising intensity somewhere in there, too. But he’d always get to that, usually a handful of times over.

He did it all so well. Too well, really. Had since that first day she came home to him in her kitchen — his eyes deviously combing up her body, foreboding what was to come over and over again.

Beth stepped out of her bedroom’s French doors and into the tree-lined yard wearing an ankle length blush silk negligee and matching robe, blush fuzzy slippers cradling her crimson toes and fresh joint between her fingertips. Tonight it was a fruity floral indica that paired nicely with the bottle of pinot she’d cracked open a bit earlier.

She wrapped her lips around the brown paper-wrapped flower and inhaled, setting it alight. Sucking the smoke down her throat and into her lungs, she made sure to honor the ritual of it by considering something she wanted to let go of as she held it there. Tonight she decided that should be what everyone else needed from her. Her kids. The PTA. Somehow — after all these years — Dean still, too.

With every inhale, she thought about something different on her to-do list. With every exhale she blew out, she forgot about it. Simply let it fall away just as the burnt ash on the end of the joint slowly did the same.

A thin haze of selfish obstinance crept over Beth’s eyes as she felt the tiredness she often held in her lower back begin to subside. She did her best not to smoke inside the house but something suddenly told her she needed to see how the new red lipstick she’d picked up paired with this nightie and robe immediately.

Beth grabbed the shallow bowl Kenny had made for her in his ceramics class from the patio table and whisked back inside, leaving one door cracked for ventilation. She took a long drag from the joint as she sat down at her vanity, fishing the lipstick from where it sat atop a neat pile of items still needing to be organized among her makeup supplies. Dropping the joint into the bowl and setting it down next to her, Beth grabbed a lipliner with her other hand and quickly outlined her lips, then smeared a generous layer of poppy red lipstick neatly inside of it.

Her face was plump from the steam of her bath, skin glistening with her natural fair glow. She was right, the crimson red of her lips popped brilliantly against the other tones. She instinctively reached for her small pot of blush and gently but deftly patted it into the tops of her cheeks. Touched a hint of bronzer onto her hairline, jawline and against the edge of her blush. Completed the look with liquid liner atop her lashes and a generous coat of mascara.

Beth turned to take another drag of the joint before studying her work when a black-clad arm reached around and pinched it out of her line of sight. She sat up straight and flashed a glance in the mirror, her eyes catching on the red-orange embers glowing at the end of the cigarette as Rio sucked it nonchalantly between the sly, tight line of his lips.

He stared back, taking in her freshly made up face as he finished his long drag. “This why you can’t return my text?” he jutted his chin out in question, halfway holding his breath. A cloud of dense smoke shrouded his face for a moment.

Beth turned around on the bench to face him as Rio returned the joint to its imperfectly shaped bowl of an ash tray. As he stepped back in front of her, she slowly scanned her eyes from his black Converse sneakers, up his long legs in dark jeans, from the hem of the dark blue button up he had on under a black bomber jacket up to the top button of its collar that underlined the head of the bird tattooed on his neck.

“What are you doing here?” she said slowly when her eyes — hazy but still more deceivingly doe-like than ever — met the focused expression locked on her from below his long lashes.

Rio stepped forward, sliding one of his legs in between hers and running a hand down her hair before grabbing her by it and pulling her head back. He peered down at her, eyes soaking in the brightness of her features from closer up.

“Here to help put you to bed.”

She let him hold her there, her lower stomach tingling with the excitement of the unannounced visit and how easily he admitted the reason behind it.

She smiled softly, her voice mirroring a similarly gentle tone as she watched his face. “I’m already halfway through that,” she murmured.

Rio’s hand dropped her hair and slid down her neck, cupping her breast outside of the buttery soft satin.

“I’ll handle the rest.”

Beth laid back against the headboard, Rio having directed her there after taking her hand, standing her up and slowly sliding her robe down off of her shoulders before draping it gently over the bench.

“This is what you texted me about?” Beth looked up at him in disbelief laced with giddiness at having him this close again.

Rio placed a finger against her lips and shushed almost inaudibly in her ear. Brushing his lips down her neck, he sucked gentle kisses at her pulse point, then nibbled his way back up, his stubble following each tender bite with tiny scratches. “Go lay back, yeah?” he breathed a warm breath against her cheek as he turned his head to look back at the bed.

She nodded and slowly stepped past him, Rio quickly turning back to squeeze and caress the curve of her ass before it sauntered out of his reach.

“Good girl,” he growled under his breath.

Beth slid off her slippers and perched herself atop the covers on her side of the bed. One of her nightie’s straps slipped off of her shoulder as she settled in, revealing most of her breast.

Rio watched her in the mirror with a smirk before shifting his gaze to the top of the chest next to Beth’s vanity where her evening self-care items were arranged: the open bottle of pinot and single stemless glass; a peachy pink tin box that had held the joint (and, it appeared by the width, a second as well); body butter; various oils for inhaling and splashing on; her vibrator.

Rio picked up the wine bottle, pouring a generous amount into the glass before handing it to Beth. He returned the bottle to the chest, removing his jacket and shoes and placing them on the bench next to Beth’s robe before picking the bottle up once more.

He rounded Dean's side of the bed and scooted in next to her, close. Extending the bottle, Rio motioned for Beth to cheers it with her glass before he took a long swig. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he set the near-empty bottle on Dean's nightstand. “So you took your bubble bath,” Rio observed, turning into her, sniffing the white flowers and eucalyptus that hung on her skin and in the air from her body butter and the essential oils she’d infused into her bath and doused on afterward.

“Decided on a bottle of red,” he murmured as he ran his fingers lightly down her forearm. “Blazed one up without me…” he chuckled, teasing, then trailed off.

Beth shifted her torso to face him straight on and the strap that had been lingering against her upper arm slid all the way down, her full breast bouncing out softly. “I didn’t ‘blaze’ the whole thing,” she giggled as Rio’s eyes transfixed on her naked breast and immediately covered it possessively with his large palm, as if someone else was around, able to see his creamy white and pinky brown treasure framed perfectly against that blush silk.

He extended his other hand to slip the opposite strap down her shoulder, letting her other gorgeously supple breast out into the mild air of the room — a mix of the chill of the evening outside; the steamy, fragrant post-bath air still hanging in Beth’s bathroom and bedroom; and the faintest hint of marijuana smoke.

“I’ve been wanting to see you, too,” was Beth’s response to his getting her topless and continuing to stare unabashedly at her large tits; one of his many favorite features of her gorgeous body.

She let his hand stay filled with her breast as she unbuttoned his shirt, eyes devouring the tattoos on his neck and arms as they revealed themselves.

Rio stayed silent; watching her study his tattoos and swallow for the hundredth time as if she’d never seen them before. He smiled like it was making him crush harder on her and Beth suddenly felt the need to say more.

“Wanting to smoke with you again…” she flicked her eyes back to his and his smile turned assured.

“I smoked a blunt on the way over here, sweetheart,” he said matter of factly with a hint of disappointment. “Give me a minute on that. But finish yours,” he directed, sliding off the bed to grab the half finished joint and lighter from the vanity.

Rio re-lit it for her, blowing a cloud of smoke out the back door, and handed it to her carefully along with the makeshift ashtray. He stayed where he was perched on his knees in front of her and shimmied the silk fabric of the gown down her body the rest of the way while Beth took a gratifying pull from the short cigarette.

He took three of her red-polished toes into his mouth and sucked obscenely as he gazed up at her, eliciting a “Shit” along with the smoke strewing from her lips. She hadn’t expected when he said he was going to help put her to bed that he had meant this slowly and selfishly.

Rio kissed up her legs and into her freshly groomed, glistening cunt: pink just like the blush silk he had shed from her skin a moment earlier. He sucked into it quickly, going deep and not being shy about his hunger for her before pulling his mouth away and grunt-drawling a pleased and long overdue “Mama” out of his pillowy soft lips. “Why that pussy gotta be so damn pretty?” he nearly boomed out in a shout, but tampered it down before it reached quite that volume, knowing the neighbors had heard them getting into torturous foreplay like this before and not wanting to chance the possibility of anything interrupting them now that they were this close to the bliss of their bodies being connected again.

Her glazed over eyes shined down at him, begging for more. She held the joint between her red lips as she brought a hand up to his neck and pushed her pussy up closer to his mouth. He let her, dropping his face to suck at her wet hot center again. He bit and groaned loudly into it, Beth stifling it from being heard outside with a loud, satisfied sip of her wine. She thumped the glass down on her dresser and bucked her hips up toward his mouth again.

“Asi, mamita,” he deviously encouraged her to continue chasing what he was simultaneously giving and taking away.

Suddenly he stood up and moved away from her, grabbing the vibrator from the top of the chest. She fumed and pouted at his warm touch falling away from her thighs and his mouth no longer capturing her needy cunt.

“May I?” he asked, switching the vibration feature on and changing its levels a few times.

Beth jumped off of the bed to grab it from him and place it back where he’d found it. She reached for his belt then and whined, “I don’t need that when you’re here to take care of me, Daddy.”

It stopped him cold, and then he was moving her hands off of him so he could get his pants and boxer briefs off quicker.

Once he was naked, he grabbed her by her hair again, turning her to face the bed and forcing her forward to climb onto it on her hands and knees before she could so much as glimpse his throbbing erection. She knew it was as handsome as her freshly waxed pussy even without an immediate visual.

“This what you need, ain’t it, mami?” he applied pressure to her hip bone with his other hand, guiding her into position.

Noting with gratification that he’d called her mama in the intonations of his other native tongue two or three times now, Beth confidently arched her back to give him better access to fuck up into her doggy style. His fingers still gripped her tightly by the hair.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He noted that this was the second time she’d called him that since he got there, instantly hardening his already blood-swollen cock.

Rio shifted the hand at her hip to thumb lightly at her clit before dipping the head of his cock into that blush floral paradise where it would always belong.

He pulled her hair tighter and buried his long, thick cock completely inside of her, receiving a loud cry in response. When the blood pounding in his ears subsided, he realized it sounded like actual crying. He pulled her head back and to the side to see her face.

“Elizabeth, are you crying?”

She was.

Before the empathetic part of his brain had a chance to switch on, she was coming hard and relentless on his cock for what felt like a minute or more.

Within seconds, he was right there with her, releasing her hair to plant wet kisses on the back of her flushed neck as he met her body's rhythmic convulsions with those of his own.

“Mi niña tan sucia,” he grunted out with a final pump into her. He cupped her smooth cunt from the outside as he slid out from behind her, pressing firmly against it with the inside of his hand as Beth shivered out the last sparks of the orgasm teasing gently at her clit.

When she’d caught her breath, she turned to face him and a handful of his eucalyptus- and white flower-laced cum dropped out of her onto Rio’s hand, her cunt clenching fitfully with his effect on her one final time. As soon as Beth felt it release, she reached down and cradled his hand in hers, bringing it to her mouth and licking it off. He watched her teary yet still uncannily aroused eyes as she swallowed and could tell by her pleased expression when the thick white cream traveled down her throat. The rest would either nestle itself deep inside her or dry outside on the soft skin of her inner thighs for Rio to lick clean later. She silently hoped for both.

Rio curled up next to her and brushed away the few fine hairs that clung to her face. “You alright, ma?” he asked, face concerned, as he traced the outline of fresh wetness down her face with his thumb, attempting to dry it, make it go away.

She nodded slowly, endearment in her eyes when she sensed his worry. “When you hit that spot, I can’t help it,” she admitted, knowing that the full truth was both this and the way her emotions inevitably swelled in his company. “It just happens. Only ever with you.”

He kissed her forehead and held her close for a long moment. “Don’t ever hold back, darlin,” he soothed.

After a few minutes, Rio stood up momentarily to fish his briefs from the floor as Beth slowly shifted her body back to a comfortable spot against the headboard.

She threw him a concerned look, afraid he might be planning to leave her. He feigned an innocent smirk as if her smeared lipstick and eyeliner had nothing to do with him, grabbing a wipe from the vanity and coming to sit at the edge of the bed next to her. He gently wiped her creamy skin clean as Beth let a grateful, exhausted noise creep out from her throat.

Rio reached to swing her legs over next to him so he could pull the covers down for her to slide her naked body into bed. “How long do we have to ourselves tomorrow?” he kept his voice low.

“He’s bringing the kids back at 4,” she replied with one last cross-faded scan down his tight, tattooed body until his warm-colored skin blurred between her tired eyes. She finally closed them when he pulled the covers up over her arms and kissed her forehead sweetly.

Plenty of hours to give her enough of what she needs to last through the weekend, Rio thought as he cut the lights and slipped under the covers on the other side, facing her and sliding his hands to around her waist before falling asleep with his cheek against her bosom. The next morning, Beth awoke to coffee on her bedside table, prepared just the way she liked it.

She sat up, stretched, took a tentative sip at the mug. “Mmm, perfect,” she commented to herself as the creamy, toasty hot liquid warmed her chest and made her eyes open a little wider. She glanced back at the table to find what was left of the joint she and Rio had shared the night before and smiled bemusedly at the memory.

Climbing out of bed, Beth kicked on her slippers and strode naked into the en suite to brush her teeth and wash her face. After that, she stood in front of her vanity, slowly inhaling and exhaling a few times. Rio had left her skin largely unscathed the night before, she observed; but she wasn’t sure it would stay that way if they spent any extended amount of time together today.

Her bedroom door was cracked just enough for Beth to hear movement in the kitchen. Not wanting to get anything on her silk, she grabbed for a pair of high-waisted leggings and the heather grey cotton Calvin Klein sports bra she had picked up at Nordstrom the day before along with the lipstick. The lipstick brought me luck, she thought, pulling on the lightweight bra and adjusting her breasts to look ready for where the morning might take her.

Beth’s eye caught her phone on the opposite corner of the chest. She exhaled sharply, shaking her head as if to sober herself fully from the marijuana and red wine she’d indulged in so freely the night before. You could have missed something during all those hours away from your phone, she scolded herself. She grabbed it and flipped it over.

At the top of the series of text preview boxes that bubbled into view was one from Christopher. She’d had his name saved that way in her phone ever since she’d learned that’s what it really was. Since things had gotten more personal between them.

I’m coming by. Need to discuss something with you. was all he had written.

Beth noted the time it had come in: 10:15. She had to have been out in the yard smoking at that time, already too unplugged and unwound to go near her phone. Her eyes narrowed as she surmised the few different things he could have meant by that, but she didn’t have long to muse before Rio popped his head and shoulders through the door.

He was shirtless and impeccably well-rested. Beth felt the familiar pang of heat between her legs immediately upon sight of him. She dropped her phone back down on the chest abruptly and turned around, her Saturday-at-the-house outfit visible to him for the first time.

“Goddamn, Elizabeth,” his eyes scanned her curvy body and cream skin from head to toe. “No wonder I can never quit you.”

Beth pinned her bottom lip with a bashful bite as she briefly got lost in his eyes.“You are gorgeous, Ma,” he willed himself to say seriously and succeeded.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she looked up at his dark eyes with more focus then. They stood there just staring at each other for another beat before she grabbed a small velvet scrunchy from the vanity and tied her strawberry waves up tightly, toeing on her plush slippers and stepping toward him to exit the room.

Rio opened the door the rest of the way to pull her into his bare, chiseled arms, kissing her voraciously.

“Good morning, Elizabeth,” he growled roughly against her collarbone.

“Good morning, Christopher,” she chimed genuinely, always deeply satisfied to have his presence in her personal sanctuary. Enough of it every now and then lingered around the house for weeks afterward, fueling meaningless arguments with Dean and many late nights touching herself to Rio’s masterpiece of a face, sketched into memory behind her eyelids.

Thoroughly distracted by the heavenly pillows of his lips against hers, Beth forgot her itching curiosity about what his text referred to. He took one of her small hands and led it to the waistband of his black jeans. She could instantly feel his erection at her fingertips.

“You hungry?” he asked against her lips. Beth’s nose picked up on what she could have sworn was the scent of cinnamon rolls as she pressed her pelvis up against his and dipped her tongue into his mouth for another long taste. He knew her guilty pleasures too well. All of them, it seemed.

“You made breakfast?” she said, wanting to confirm she wasn’t dreaming this.“

Something like that,” Rio responded with a firm rub at her ass, grabbing one cheek and guiding her to grind up against him even more, her clit feeling the shock of it instantly.

She felt a chuckle course through him before he took her hand and led her into the kitchen.

There, on the island, he’d set out the most lovely spread. Cinnamon rolls, berries, bacon and eggs and mimosas. Her favorite.

“Rio!” Beth exclaimed, humbled by the gesture.

She wasn’t sure what she did to deserve this, but as he handed her a mimosa, she decided to accept it and enjoy the moment with him. Life was short and time with Rio just felt good.

After breakfast, their bodies were craving sunshine and more ganja.

Beth offered to grab the other pre-rolled joint from her stash for them to share, but Rio insisted he had the strain they needed for a morning pick-me-up out in the G Wagon.

He returned to the yard with rolling papers, a stainless steel lighter and some of the highest end flower she had ever seen or smelled, all stashed in a gray Gucci print zippered pouch. When he noticed how impressed Beth seemed with the supplies, he grinned proudly and allowed a somewhat personal admission to fall from his lips.

“Weed’s my first love,” he said. “Weed and pussy,” he huffed out a single laugh after correcting himself and gripped her thigh. The thin material of her leggings ensured that every buzzing atom of his touch transferred to her when he did. Her body trembled as they hit all at once.

“Can I ask you something?” Beth said earnestly, taking the small jar of green flower and a single thin brown rolling paper from him.

“Hmm?” he affirmed he was comfortable with her doing so.

She kissed him softly and then inquired directly into his ear: “How do you still make me feel like this?”

Another single laugh escaped in response from Rio. He sat back so he could look at her from beneath his long lashes. “How’s that, Ma?”

She felt his hand move down between her legs then, and she knew the sensation of his fingers on her clit was about to ignite her whole body again, but he stopped short to let her finish neatly grinding the flower between her small fingers.

“Insatiable. Out of control,” she couldn't help but look desperate for him to crowd all her space and senses again. He gently took the joint wrap from her lap so Beth could more easily drop the leaves she was grinding onto it.

“It’s no wonder to anyone why I can never quit you,” she ended her explanation honestly.

He gave a moment of thought to her talking to other people about their relationship and what they shared in private, but quickly let it go as she sprinkled the last of the flower needed to fill the wrap into it. Rio licked one of the edges of the thin paper and skillfully rolled up the joint. Once he got it lit, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his with slight force, slowly blowing the smoke between her pinky-red lips.

“You never have to,” he responded seductively after a silent moment as they both settled into their burgeoning high. "And letting go of control once in a while is good for you, Mama."

The richness of his voice deepened as he reached up to tug her hair and flirted, "You know I never mind taking over."

Her eyes flashed with appreciation and desire. He seemed to always know exactly what she needed, exactly how to fulfill her so she could go on with the mundane, repetitive tasks that her average days entailed.

She raised her chin and nodded once when he released her hair to brush gently along the top of her thigh, then closed her eyes as she felt him watch her take a deep breath.

"So… what did you want to discuss last night?” she finally addressed.

With all that had happened since, Rio’d nearly forgotten about his text. “I think we covered it,” he said.

It was her turn to pull her head back and look at him inquisitively.

He shrugged. “I wanted to make sure you’re good," he revealed reluctantly. "That you're taking good care of yourself,” he strengthened his grasp against her thigh but didn't break eye contact, “And that I’m taking care of you, too.”

The flash of surprise that overtook her face was impossible to disguise. Rio did his best to stifle another singularly hesitant laugh.

“Why?” she probed dryly, still stunned.

Rio unhurriedly took a few more hits of the joint and then passed it to Beth before speaking again.

“When you’re good, business runs better,” he said matter of factly, glancing out to the treehouse at the other end of the yard then. “When you’re good, you keep those blue eyes on the prize, Ma.”

What he was saying was not at all what she had expected when she read his text a few hours earlier.

“You listen,” he continued. “You… communicate with me,” Rio ended with that. The expression on his face read about as vulnerable as Beth suddenly felt.

She nodded thoughtfully and took another slow, intentional drag of the joint before asking with genuine curiosity, “So what did you come to make sure I was doing?”

“All the things you are: Your potions and weed and the spells you castin' in there,” he grinned approvingly, nodding his head toward the French doors.

When he returned to her captive gaze, he added, “Me fucking you more often.”

Beth bit her lip and moved her hand to his crotch now, running her small fingers over him lightly through his jeans. “That always seems to help,” she said low. It was taking everything inside of her not to straddle him out there on the backyard steps and keep him pinned under her greedy crotch until she heard Dean pull into the drive.

Her touch woke his entire body up. He pulled her small hand off of him and stood up, offering his.

As soon as she was standing, Rio picked her up and hoisted her legs around his waist. He dipped one hand into the back of her leggings and reached his fingers toward what he quickly realized was her bare pussy. He couldn't knock her for knowing exactly what she needed to take care of herself.

“Yeah, Daddy fucking you's going to be part of all that self-care now, too.”

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