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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year ago

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Learning Curves: Butchie Yost x angel!gn!afab!reader

Warnings: innocence kink, daddy kink for like five seconds, fingering, PinV, small handjob, mini Butchie outbursts

A/N: you already know I had to write this one literally enjoyed writing all of it

Taggies: @blurrymango @bosinclairz

Butchie Yost was not the type of man you thought your father would have you watch over. His life was beyond a mess and he had already had a Guardian Angel. Well it was the whole family’s Angel, but right now that Angel, John, was watching over the youngest Yost in the family who was Butchie’s son, Shaun. Which meant you were sent down to watch over Butchie since he didn’t live with the rest of the Yost’s. Also Cissy and Mitch seemed to have gotten their marital problems sorted just a little bit when you showed up so there was no reason those two needed Angels themselves. John could only help Butchie out so much, he stopped his addiction but there were.. other things he needed worked on.

Butchie sits on his dingy couch itching and sighing. You sit next to him quiet, waiting for him to say something cause you hardly ever know what to say to him. You hate stressing him out cause then he starts freaking out and yelling, saying things he doesn’t mean.

“I-uh never asked you why you’re here.” Butchie breaks the silence. You look at him.

“Father said, ‘Watch over Butchie Yost.’” You reply, Butchie tilts his head from side to side.

“Yeah but why me? I mean I’m a lowlife druggie. There ain’t hope for me.” The blond scoffs. You furrow your brows.

“Because John can’t watch over you all of the time. He’s watching Shaun, Cissy, and Mitch Yost. You don’t live with them. There is hope for you Butchie Yost. There’s hope for the whole family. Why do you think John stopped your drug addiction?”

Butchie plays with his hands and shrugs.

“I’m here to take care of you. You’re more important than you think.”

“Guess if you keep sayin’ it I ought to start believin it yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You watch as Butchie gets up and follow him closely behind. He stops you though and looks at you up and down.

“You don’t have to follow me everywhere.”

You furrow your brows. “Father said, ‘Watch over Butchie Yost.’”

“Yeah well Butchie Yost needs space. Why don’t we..” the blond looks around for a second and lets put a gasp, he walks over to his laptop and opens it up.

“Can look up whatever you want while I’m gone. I’ll be back.” He sits you down in the chair at his dining room table. “I promise. It’ll be a bit later though okay?”

You nod your head and watch as he leaves his motel room.

Butchie rushes into the surf shop, hoping, praying Kai is there. When he enters a sigh of relief leaves his mouth and he comes up to her.

“I need your help.” Butchie says to the small woman. She furrows her brows.

“Don’t you have an Angel to help you?” She teases, Butchie rolls his eyes.

“It’s about them.” His face reads pissed off, but Butchie is more worried than anything.

“Okay… what about them?” Kai goes out from the other side of the counter to restock some wetsuits. Butchie seems to follow close behind her and fumbled with his hands, sighing and grunting to himself. Struggling to get his words out and to Kai. “Can’t help you if you’re not talking.” She snorts.

“I know! But you know how I get! Fuckin’ bitch. Goddamn!” Butchie snaps, causing Kai to jump. “Sorry.” He mumbles after a deep breath.

“It’s okay, take your time.”

The bell rings on top of the door making Butchie sigh as Kai goes behind the counter. He watches as she helps a costumer out with a surfboard, soon after another other costumer comes in. Butchie rolls his eyes and gets lost in his thoughts instead of getting frustrated with the amount of people that just showed up.

Why the hell did you have to show up? Talking to him following him everywhere? There was something different about you compared to John. You had a little more intelligence about certain things and didn’t take everyone so literally. At least, not all of the time.

You made his life better it felt so wrong to fall in love with such an innocent person like you. John may have gotten him out of the mud but you kept him from jumping back in and getting stuck. You make him laugh and enjoy life so much more.

Kai touches Butchie’s shoulder and smiles down at him. “You ready?”

He nods and starts to explain everything. From how you talk to the way you present yourself to the things you do for him.

“So you’re in love with them?”

Butchie rolls his eyes.

“Hey, I’m asking so I can help. Don’t be an ass.” Kai playfully pushes Butchie making him relax and smile.

“Yeah, I am.” The surfer admits. “I just don’t knows what to do about it. I don’t wanna say something and they’re only answering the way I want them to answer.”

Kai pats his shoulder and sighs, thinking deeply.

“Just, ask them not to parrot, if they parrot when you ask them not to then don’t ask them. If they don’t, ask them. That’ll be your honest answer.”

Butchie nods.

“Thank you Kai, means a lot.”

Your brows furrow as you look closer at the screen. Carefully listening to what the couple are moaning about.

Lots of slapping and sounds of pleasure leave the laptop. You watch as the man thrusts his hips into the woman.

Maybe Butchie could teach you about this.

You shrug to yourself.

“Yeah, yeah you like that?”

“Mhm!!”

“Slut.” He slaps the woman. You squint.

“Slut.” You repeat.

“God daddy! Fuck me harder!”

The motel door opens and you look up seeing Butchie with some grocery bags, the sun’s already gone down outside and you watch as he kicks the door shut. His brows furrow at you.

“The hell are you watchin?” He asks, you look at the screen and read the title.

“Daddy takes my virginity.” Then look back at Butchie. “Was in your search history.”

A small disappointed sigh leaves his mouth, the pornographic moans continue until he shuts the laptop himself.

You get up and follow Butchie’s movements, putting away the small amount of groceries he has. “Did you have fun?” You ask.

“Sure.”

“Good. I had fun too. You have lots to do on your laptop.” You smile, waiting for Butchie’s approval.

“Yeah I can see that. Probably should’ve deleted my search history before I let you on there.” Butchie shakes his head and pulls out a beer popping it open and taking a sip.

“Why? I learned a lot. There’s stuff I wanna try with you.”

Butchie chokes, you rush over to him and rub his back. He gives you a confused look. “Like what?”

“Well, I wanna try whatever they were trying on the computer. I liked the noises it intrigued me. I wanna be the woman though.” You explain, walking over to the bed.

God Butchie’s never been more nervous in his life. He wants you so badly but you didn’t even know what sex was. He couldn’t teach you, but the thought of another man doing it because he would infuriated him more than anything.

“Butchie I gotta tell you something else.”

You’re facing away from the man you watch over. Never feeling like this before you huff to yourself a few times not knowing how to deal with this pit in your stomach.

“You know how people on those shows will kiss and stuff?” You ask.

“Yeah..”

“I want that. But I don’t know what that is. I never usually want anything. Everything I’ve done, well.. I’ve done it for you. But stuff is changing and what if my father is saying we should be together, since I’m having this urge. I don’t know maybe you think it’s stupid-“

“No, I don’t. It’s not. I think what you want is uh perfect, it’s perfect cause I fuck- want it too.” Butchie walks over to you nervously. “You want a relationship. You’re always watchin’ stuff on it. I- goddamnit, I notice when I wake up in the middle of the night you’re always watching rom coms and I can’t promise our relationship would be like that but I want somethin’. I can’t stand looking at you all the time or being near you and not being able to kiss you! Fuck!” Butchie’s shoulders tense up as he crosses his arms, you turn to look at him and smile like a dumb dog.

“Really?!”

“Yes.”

“We should kiss, oh! We should do it like they do it in the movies! Ask for rain.” You’re already dragging Butchie outside.

“God it should be raining right now?”

You smile and as soon as the door opens the rain has started. You take the blond surfer to the middle of the motel lot and wipe your now sopping hair from your eyes.

You’re smiling widely at him.

The moment couldn’t be anymore perfect, as he holds your face in his hands and leans down. His chapped lips meet yours, your hands hold his face as you deepen the kiss. When you two let go he’s sharing the same smile you are. You can see it in the street lights. You hug him tightly.

“I love Butchie Yost!” Your voice echos around the buildings.

“I love you too.” He whispers.

“Now can we recreate what they were doing in the videos I was watching earlier?” You ask, he nods, this time he’s dragging you back inside.

The rain doesn’t let up for a second, as you two start undressing.

“Are you sure you want this?” Butchie asks, you nod quickly. Butchie takes a deep breath and sits you on the bed, your legs are spread out and he sits next to you.

“You can do this yourself sometimes if you want. I’m just gonna show you with my hand for right now.”

Your face reads completely vulnerable yet understanding. He dips his fingers down and over your clit. Something stretches you slightly inside making you gasp. It curls, your brows furrow as you look at Butchie. You’ve never seen him so focused before.

“You want another one?” He asks, continuing to curl his index finger. You nod.

“Y-yeah!” Your voice is breathy. He smiles and kisses your cheek gently. Butchie adds another finger. You let out a squeak, grabbing onto Butchie’s wrist and look at him with desperate eyes.

Everything feels tingly and good.

“You wanna keep going? You want me to stretch your cunt out?”

“Cunt?!” You whine.

“Yeah, that’s what this is. It’s what I’m fingering it’s your tight little cunt.”

His finger move faster and you let out loud mewls. His chapped lips kiss across your jaw.

“Oooh, Butchie it it it. It’s tight! Feels so good!”

Your jaw is slack, but you turn and he starts to play with your tongue with his. Your body forces itself against his hand, you cry into his mouth. Body shaking. You orgasm, squirting into his palm. You grip his wrist harder and pant into his mouth.

He backs up, sliding his fingers easily out of you then licks his hand clean.

He then grabs you, hugs you tightly and doesn’t let go.

“Daddy, fuck me.” You mumble. He stares at you and lets out a laugh.

“O-okay, just, don’t call me that okay?”

You smile and kiss him to confirm you understand. “This is my cock. God I hate the way I said that.” He cringes. “Anyway, it’ll goes inside of you. I just gotta.”

Butchie spits in his hand and wraps it around his cock, pumping it a few times. You watch, repeating his actions you move his hand away and gently grip his cock, pumping him up and down. A small groan leaves his throat. You smile and kiss his cheek, the same as he did to you.

“Slut.” You mimic earlier, Butchie’s cock twitches in your palm.

“Fuck. We can try that another time yeah? Why don’t you let me fuck you now.”

Butchie looks at you sweetly and moves your hand away then lays you back against his pillows.

You keep your legs spread and smile below the man. He kisses you lips.

“You ready? I’m gonna go slow alright?”

“Sounds good Butchie.”

The head of his cock slides up and down and a small jolt of pleasure runs up you.

“Just rubbing your clit. I’ll show you how to masturbate later okay?”

“Okay.”

Slowly his cock slides into your. Your cunt stretches open and you let out a loud moan, gripping onto Butchie’s arms that lay on both sides of your head. He smiles down at you. “Just tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”

It takes a few moments but eventually it stops hurting as badly. “I’m ready.”

The surfer nods and pulls his hips back before thrusting forward with a loud grunt. Already the bed croaks and you squeal as his cock repeatedly stretches you out. Butchie’s arms bend down so he’s closer to your face. He moans softly into your mouth as he kisses you.

Your hips roll into him and Butchie seems to feel it since he lets go and looks at you.

“Good job. You’re gettin’ the hang of it.” He kisses you again, groaning as your cunt tightens at his statement. “You like that? You like praise?”

“Yes… yes Butchie!“ Your voice cracks.

“Good, cause you always do so good for me. God, fuck you’re a good listener.” Butchie’s hips stutter for a second and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. He continues fucking into you and you feel your stomach heating up again and tingling. Your eyes get big and roll back.

“Butchie! Butch- I-it’s feeling like before!”

Butchie kisses your neck lightly.

“You gonna cum for me? That’s what the feeling is. You’re gonna-fuck you’re gonna orgasm. You like that feeling?”

You nod your head, biting down in your lip. He fucks into you a few more times and you let out a loud squeal, legs shaking, you try and curl up and away from Butchie but he’s quick to grab you and ground you. Butchie pulls out and jerks himself off, you watch dazed, letting out soft mumbles of nothing.

He lets out a loud groan and white stuff spurts out everywhere onto you and you watch as his hips buck hard into his hand and smile gently up at him.

Butchie pants and looks into your eyes, he grabs you and your body jolts, still in the aftermath of your orgasm.

“You feel good?” He asks, concern fills his voice. You nod your head and cuddle into Butchie. He rubs your back and both of you lay there without a care in the world, listening as the rain patters outside.

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