Belladonna parents smut/fluff

For most couples, sex is a quick thing. It's just in and out. Even some of the longest lasting lovers can only go at it for ten or twenty minutes. The Belladonnas did not have that luxury. Due to... issues, sexual intercourse took a very long time. They usually had to schedule it days in advance. Why? In short, Mr. Belladonna had a very large cock. And Mrs. Belladonna was a very small woman. Going slow was a priority.

Mr. Belladonna wasn't very good at scheduling, however, so he usually forgot the day of. This meant he was very surprised when he woke up, feeling a sharp nibbling on his ear. When Mr. Belladonna is surprised, he screams. Very loudly. He was a little bit of a goof in the morning. His wife, however, had long since gotten used to this routine. "Sh... you'll wake the children." She continued to munch on his ear.

"Oh.. uh.. hello dear. Remind me again why we decided to schedule this while our daughter was still here?" His daughter had come in the week before with some monkey faunus.

She ceased her nibbling for a moment, "Because if we stay quiet enough, there's no way they'll hear us over their own moans." She giggled a little bit, and then started licking his neck. Cat faunuses had some... interesting kinks.

"I almost feel bad for the boy. Knowing Blake, she'll just hit it and quit it. " He knew it was inconsiderate to mock his daughter, but it was also inconsiderate to leave your parents without warning. He figured they were even at this point.

His wife giggled again. "You know just the way to make me laugh." She stretched a little bit and did a little mewl. She was really pushing for that cat angle, huh? "Let me put on some tunes." She pressed the little speaker she put on her night table. It was funky stuff. "You like? It's called Love Machine." She giggled for a third time. "That's what they used to call me back in the academy." Her husband gagged a little. "I'm kidding." She started to unbutton her nightgown.

Her back. Oh god, her back. He rubbed his face on it. So smooth. "I missed this." She stayed silent, letting him continue his little worship session. Time passed, and, realizing he was keeping his little kitten waiting, began to massage. She had very little muscle to work with, but he did what he could. His fingers, despite being so thick and meaty, were very nimble and precise. The man focused every single part of him into doing this. Anything for his darling wife.

"Nyaaaa~" She did the cat thing again. It was almost starting to get old. Almost. His fingers dug into her skin, loosening any tension she might have felt before hand. "I missed this too, y'know. I'm an old lady. My back needs attention. Lots of it." He didn't respond, too focused on his craft.

After she felt that she was satisfied, she pulled back and turned around. "I'm ready." He nodded, and ripped off the rest of her clothing. He took a deep breath. It was just as gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on it. Her slightly yellowish skin, the way she trimmed it... He stared for a moment. "I know this is supposed to take a while, but c'mon now, tiger."

"Oh. Yes. My clothing." He ripped it all off as quick as he could. "Let's go." She lay down on the bed, just as eager as she was when they conceived their daughter. He lay down on top of her. They both took a deep breath. And then, Mister Belladonna entered his darling wife. She did a weird cat thing again, but it wasn't just pleasure. It was pain, too. No matter how much foreplay they engaged in beforehand, she was never wet enough for the entrance to be painless. It didn't help that she was allergic to literally every lube under the sun. But they made it work, pain aside.

He went in and out. In and out. And then they were finished. Both of them took a deep breath. "Hey, uh, I think I might have to go to the gynecologist. I think you broke something." And then they both laughed. Despite all the pain, life was good.