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Jean is a safe driver. Always has been and really plans on keeping that reputation. But hearing you talk about how you know he’s gonna be a good dad might just taint his perfect record. Those words physically tug at his heart strings and he lets out a breathy chuckle, “I sure fuckin hope so. If I’m gonna have kids, I’m gonna try to be the best dad they can have.” He brings your now laced hands up and kisses your knuckles before tightening his grip on the wheel, “you’re gonna be such a good mom. Maybe they’ll call you ma too. Our helmet baby complaining about their ma’s obsession with checking the shape of their head.”

- Churono Jean

a soft giggle escapes when he presses his lips to my knuckles, lingering in the smile that remained even as he suggested that i’d be called ma of all things. “i dunno about being called ma, too. it kinda reminds me of the golden girls, and i think i won’t be able to live up to sophia pertrillo’s brilliance. you think so? damn, i’m gonna have to be subtle about it and just call it a head massage every time i start massaging their skull.” the soft twist in my stomach is inevitable, along with the taunting question what are you doing? why are you talking about this, and getting your hopes up? still, the feeling gets pushed down and the subject changed a little fast, “speaking of ma’s, whats yours want from the store, really? cause I know you’ve got a list, but y’kno - she just strikes me as a chocolate fiend. never even met her, i just know she probably loves the stuff cause you came out sweet. probably a pregnancy craving, right? one that just stuck around after.”

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You’re incredibly fast and it’s not that he didn’t expect it but he wasn’t expecting to to full on race up the stairs. His drink is slightly dripping from his hands as he laughs at your playfulness. “Tactical and calculated, my apologies.”

As you begin to boast your victory, he barely registers the person at the door until you’re stepping away and apologizing. Their face gets slightly more warm but it’s hard to tell with the rosy smile he’s wearing. Once the person passes they giggle at your #hangeface and step into the corridor waiting for you to walk beside them. “Here’s you drink. I’m sorry I spilt some of it heh”

- Berty from Brampton

“mhm! and don’t you forget it,” I announce, smiling broadly at him despite having to step out of the way for the other person. a moment later, i’m stepping into the corridor with him and taking the offered drink. “it’s okay! kinda my fault.” we walk together down the corridor, a little quiet for a moment as I take in each passing number. only when we stop in front of his door, do I step back and wait for a moment for it to be unlocked. personally, I hate when people watch me unlock the door because it makes me sweat, so I never watch anybody else. when it is unlocked, I wait for the indication that I can step inside with him and just give a soft, “ooo, this is nice. this all that you do? okay! it don’t smell like roaches in here, or nothin!”

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[their cheeks turn rosy at your words. Even if you’re both adults now, it’s heartwarming to know you would have been a fight kid for his sake] I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble or get hurt because of me. It’s okay, to be honest. I didn’t exactly give people a reason to remember me heh [boity sounds so cute it has him squeezing his hands into fist] what was your favourite thing to do at recess when you were younger? did you fight people at all hehe?

- Berty from Brampton

just lemme in the ring, and i’ll make people regret the day they ever messed with little boity, and little me. [fighty kid didn’t translate that well into fighty adult, but that’s okay. even if i’m exaggerating for the sake of conversation. they trigger a little laugh though when they ask if i fought people] mm, nah. I was more of a monkey bar kinda gal. but when i wasn’t doing that, i was looking for worms. and when i wasn’t doing that, i was fighting everybody like supervillain. just one after the other, piling them up, ehee. how about you? what were you up to as a kid?

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everything tiny reaction of yours is honestly adorable to Jean, but the small hitch might just top it all. So sweet and well behaved, it would be criminal not to make you cum on his tongue. “Always such a good girl for daddy.”

When your hand still in his hair, he leans down to press gentle kisses on your inner thighs, slowly trailing up to your outer lips. “I’m gonna start, okay? Stay quiet for me.”

- Churono Jean

the gentle praise is met with a soft whine - fingers twisting gently in his hair, but not enough to hurt. just enough to warn that he’s teasing too much, and patience is wearing thin. a moan is swallowed down, and a quick nod given as he presses gentle kisses against thighs. instinctively, my leg moves a little further away from him; soft prickles of his beard enough to make my nose scrunch a little. it’s something i’m not used to yet, but will get used to with time. “m’gonna stay quiet. you’re the one teasing so much.” another soft tug to his hair, before a hand leaves to pull the hem of the oversized sweater up a little more, before holding it down so it doesn’t intrude my line of vision. “jean, please.”

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Happy Valentine’s Day, princess!!

We hope you had a good day. It sucks we all had to work today but I’ll (jean) will pick you up after work tonight. Berty said they’re surprising us with dinner when we all get home so I guess we’ll see what they have planned. We love you so so much our beautiful shorty. Thank you for letting us hit on you on the streets.

See you soon,

Jeanbo and boity

my hands hovering over the block button rn

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*Jean has always liked kids but he never really thought about having any…maybe because it’s been a while since he’s really been into someone, but with you the topic is just easy to talk about. There’s something so natural about the conversations you have, it doesn’t even register it’s only been a day.* “nahhhhh I think that’s fucking weird too!!! Like I wouldn’t be here if ma didn’t wanna get it on! But yea I think raising a kid would be fun, I’d try my best to be a good dad, you know?”

- Churono Jean

hand doesn't move much from where it rests over his, but fingers slip gently between them to lace together. a soft hum escapes, and head tilts to look towards him when he declares that he'd try his best to be a good dad. "c'mon, you already know you'd be a good dad. people that worry about being good parents always turn out to be the best ones because they're overly conscious of fucking up. that's why i know won't fuck up our kids heads -- we'll be like, damn, one time i was sitting in a car talking about an alien head....I better pull out and go put a helmet on my sleepin' baby." only because i remembered we were talking about fuckin and forgetting to put the helmet on bc busy fuckin LMFAO

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*when he see’s your eyes wandering down his frame, he’s embarrassed to admit how he stood up a little taller. He thinks he should feel slightly insulted but he almost wants you to think about his dick? Not that he wants you for sex but you make him feel comfortable enough to make lewd jokes and innuendos.* “oh thank goodness, wouldn’t want you stealing an extra pair just for that hehe”

*he laughs at the way you’re actually bolting up the steps, and he genuinely has to pick up the pace to get close to you. His drink is spilling a little as he runs but your matching smiles makes it all worth it.* “you’re not even playing fair!! Blocking me is still cheating, you stinker!”

- Berty from Brampton

there's a lot of ground to cover on the steps, so an arm is reaching to one side of the railing, while feet are planted far apart from one another to keep berty from making a pass. quickly glancing over my shoulder, brows rise a little, "that's not cheating - it's being tactical!" and it's an effort to make him feel safe enough to hold his drink properly again, so that maybe it doesn't spill. but impatience is apparent when the next moment, I'm bolting back up the stairs the best I can. It's only six flights up to the third floor, so the moment I get to the door with a '3' above it, arms are raised in victory.

"oh please, folks! you don't have to cheer me on," hand waves berty off, before i'm stepping forward and away from the opening door and giving a sheepish grin to the person opening it. "sorry," the apology is quick, before #hangeface is made at berty. I hold the door, waiting for the taller to go through and lead to their apartment.

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I like Nia, I think it’s pretty…like you. That’s really cheesy, I’m sorry. [he lets out a silent sigh as shudders at his own cheesy pick up line] I understand that though, people never knew my name. I mean I never really spoke in class but even when people would ask for my help or my notes, no one really knew my name. I can call you Nia, I’ll slip in the beautiful from time to time hehe…dont’ wanna make you think I stopped finding you beautiful.

- Berty form Brampton

[ a soft laugh escapes at his words, before a soft mmm ] it was kind of cheesy. cheesy is good though - it's better than being an asshole. [ it always pulls at my heart when people mention they were bullied, or forgotten by others. but his quiet nature - even i could've guessed it without him telling me that he was probably bullied. ] that sucks though. i would've beat them up for you. coulda been your tough friend. [ she did stop herself from saying girlfriend...........just wanted you to know.......but also, marshmallow soft fluff when he says he'll slip in beautiful because i am always melty always stupid always goin nuts ] sounds really good, boity!

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*He smilies brightly when he looks back up at you, leaning into your touch when you run your fingers through his hair. The way your body practically drowns in his sweater is honestly adorable, and it just makes him want to protect you. But he lets our a chuckle and looks back down at your kitty cat,* “you missed daddy, didn’t you? Don’t worry, pretty girl, daddy’s gonna make you feel good.” *his hands spread your thighs wider as he holds onto them a little tighter and sticks his tongue out to tease your outter lips*

“make sure you stay quiet, princess”

- Churono Jean

the words are enough to make body tense a little; soft pulses for somebody that can't even feel it, before relaxing under his hold again. allowing his hands to press thighs further apart, and loosening the hold in his hair a little. a soft, unpredicted whine escapes as he moves forward, before top teeth press into my bottom lip. whisper is soft in response, "okay daddy," as cheeks burn softly. there's a soft hitch in otherwise steady breaths, but no moan escapes - clearly being held back, and quieted. 🤪

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*Jeans lips stretch into a bright smile when you say that and he just chuckles* “what can I say, princess? It’s just so hard not to smile when you’re around.” *Once he has you around his waist he really just stares at you for a few seconds, admiring how beautiful you are. Kissing you feels so comforting, something he never thought he would say but being intimate with you feels safe.* “of course! Plus it’s not talking myself up if I make it reality, right?” *and with that he gently sets you down on your bed and lets you get comfy before laying down facing your pussy* “hiiiii sweet girl, I missed you so much.”

- Churono Jean

The instant my body hits the bed, I'm scooting up a little more to give him the room he needs to fit too. It's a little awkward of an angle because it's a small bed, but a leg settles gently and barely against his shoulder. The second he's talking to my coochie meow meow though? I'm clapping my hand over my mouth and trying not to laugh too loud - save waking up the house. Really? I'm just shifting to look down at him and speak softly, "you hear that? She said she missed you too." Gently, I lace fingers into his hair, pushing it back a little. But really, the sleeves of his hoodie are like sweater paws, so imagine how cute LMFAO that's it that's all I wanted you to imagine.

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[Berty is giggling with you because that’s exactly what he does. Sometimes he even lip synchs the words to add to the effect because you can’t be in a music video without singing.] thats exactly it heh [he thinks about his options. Is music worth having up for? no.] you don’t have to make it now! Just whenever…I like talking to you too. You’re super easy to talk to. [he gave himself his nickname so no one ever gave him one and its cute, coming from you of course] I don’t mind it, I think you sound cute heh um is there anything you wanna be called? You know cause maybe you don’t want to be called beautiful all the time.

- Berty from Brampton

Oh! Yeah, of course! You're easy to talk to too. I feel like we've always just sort of known each other, so it's natural. [I pause for a moment, clearly trying to think of something cute that might be a nice nickname, but I confess] actually, nia is a nickname, ahaha. I know it doesn't really sound like one, but like, it is. But I dunno! I'm fine with whatever you wanna call me. I don't mind being called beautiful, but fair warning my fight or flight will have me asking you if you remember my name. Bahahah. Maybe it's trauma from school and people asking me after like three years of being in their classes what my name is. Have you had that happen? It's so awkward.

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*he looks at you with big eyes and smiles softly* “I agree with you, about everything you said. It’s not fair, you’re right.” *he giggles at your teasing and he’s thankful you don’t push to know more. He feels super comfortable with you, but it’s hard to open up when he’s used to pretending like nothing is wrong.* “heh I think that just gives me another reason to see you…I also don’t think you can take all my shoes in one go. They’re kinda big.”

*berty watches you take your position and he does the same, giggling freely because he finds you adorable. He nods at your proposal and takes a deep breath as you count down before he watches you bolt up.* “you cheated!!” *he says in giggles before he starts to climb the steps. Of course he would let you win but now that you’ve cheated, he’s really debating over it.*

- Berty from Brampton

A slow, purposeful look dragged down Berty's frame when he mentioned his feet were big. My brows lifted a little, and I did the #hangeface when I looked back up at him. Big dick - I mean, Big Feet. "Your lack of confidence in my shoe stealing skills is a little insulting, Berty. Buuuut, I'll let it slide."

If there is ever a moment to play dog days are over...it's now. Because I'm running fast for my mother, and fast for my father - running for my sisters and brothers. Leaving my something something behind, cause I can't carry it with me if I want to survive. 😖🖐 Meanwhile though, outside of my elevator music filled head, I'm managing a gasped, "not cheating!" The drink spills a little out of my cup, but I just keep going - rounding those steps. But I'm quick to run out of steam, and try to block him with my body instead to keep at least a step ahead.

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*jean is full on belly laughing at imagining this kid with a fucked up head because his parents were too busy fuckin to put a helmet on. He looks at the picture and lets out a cackle* “I’d love that ugly little shit so much but holy shit baby, we can’t fuck up. Our kid would be bullied the second he stepped out the door!” *but once he’s calmed down his hand reaches to rest against your thigh, giving it a small squeeze* “I’d want a wittle awien if it was yours heh and based not he fact you didn’t deny it, I assume you do?” *he asks with a smirk*

- Churono Jean

"Bro, could you imagine? They got a big head, then they've got a cone head? DOUBLE homicide." Babies seems so far in the future, but I've always got baby fever so anytime to talk about my possibly ugly lil munchkins is a good time for me. The fact Jean puts up with it?? Even better. When his hand goes to rest against my thigh, mine rests over it — only to hum contently when he squeezes. "Yeah, I want a wittle awien. I want kids in general - they're like mini menaces that you get to raise yourself and see become into tiny little humans with their own thoughts. Like - we didn't exist until our parents decided to fuck. That's fucking nuts. Or maybe it's just weird to me, ahahaha."

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*he squints at you and tries hiding his smile* “uh huh, it’s the height difference that makes it ugly, is it?” *his eyes follow your movements, and this time, he can’t help the smile that’s growing on his face. Listening to your instructions he happily holds it for you while watching you strip infant of him. Forgive the man for starring straight at your tits and how they bounce a lil when your arms go down. He looks at how you drown in his sweater and chuckles before picking you up and kissing you softly* “You’re so beautiful. I can’t want to make you scream into a pillow."

- Churono Jean

"You're trying not to smile," I accuse, reaching up to pat his cheek gently before focusing on changing the tops over. "You're so bad at hiding your smile, Jeanbo. Ever since I met you." The hem of the sweater is bunched around my waist; I didn't bother with pulling it the rest of the way down when I could assume what would happen. Arms wrap loosely around his neck, keeping secure when he's decided picking me up was the move. "Gonna start talking yourself up, now?" But I'm always a sucker for compliments, so I smile sweet before stealing another quick kiss.

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Course I don’t [he’s surprised, to say the least that you would think he found you stupid. You’re probably the best girl he’s ever had the chance of meeting, let alone take home. His cheeks heat up even more when you ask about the window but knowing you scream at the ground makes him feel a little better.] I think it’s adorable to randomly get hyper sometimes. The screaming is very relatable too heh I- uh you know….like the uh old 2000’s videos but um please send me some songs you like, that would be nice.

- Berty from Brampton

Oh, so you mean like...Jojo's too little too late music video style? Where she's sitting at the window and it's raining while her ex or something is playing soccer? Because same. You ever just sit in a car and pretend you're in a music video to whatever is playing? [I giggle a little, before nodding along absently] I'll put together a playlist for you! I'll do it noooow if you want — but it means I have to hang up or you'll suffer via me breathing hard, or trailing off mid-sentence. I can't multitask for shit. I coooooould always call you after I make the playlist, or whatever. Y'know. Tomorrow, or later tonight. I dunno, whatever you wanna do. Or we can keep talking now. I don't mind - I like talking to you, Boiiiity. [that's where using boity probably started, so I probably laughed a little] has anybody called you that? boity boi. eheh. I won't though, if it bothers you!

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*he nods because he would cry in a heartbeat if he had to murder someone.* “yes…it would be terrible cause I can’t even try to get away. Guess we’re similar in that sense heh.”

“Oh uh yea…my family is kinda hard on me so I needed to leave…for my own growth” *he really debates whether or not it’s appropriate to offer his place cause this is the first day but today has been a full day of firsts so what could go wrong, right?* “if you ever wanted to get away…you can come here. Only if you want! I know you won’t be alone but it’s better than familial pressure from time to time I don’t know you don’t have to of course! This is not me trying to get anything or anything like that.” *he realizes he’s rambling and just stops, kicking himself mentally again. Thankfully you switch the topic cause now he’s smiling and blushing again* “I’m sure your’e super fast but I’m pretty good too hehe we can race?”

-Berty from Brampton

"That's smart to move out then. Sorry your family is hard on you though. It's like, kinda shitty cause they're still family at the end of the day, right? Like, we're all just sorta expected to take shit just because we're related. It's not fair." The final sentance is more of a quiet declaration, because I really don't think it's fair to be expected to take shit. But I don't know his family situation really, so I don't want to overstep anywhere. When he's rambling, I look up at him with a little smile, and listen to him with teeny tiny nods, cause I don't like interrupting people when they're talking. "Are you sure you wanna offer up your home like that? What if I leave later and you realize tomorrow I've stolen like, the left shoe of all your shoes?" I can't help but laugh a little bit, but at the steps, we're really here and I'm gearing up to race up the steps with my whole fucking drink in my hand. "I meaaaaaan, third floor right? I'll race you. I'll count to three." But I never said I'd count to three then we go, so really I get to, "one, two," then start going because a bitch knows when she has shorter legs. Still, I call back, "three," in between giggles.