"i want you to be my puppet, baby. can you do that for me?"

he nodded and smiled.

"alright darling. but you're no ordinary finger puppet. you're gonna be my hard spot puppet. and what're you gonna do?"

"i'm gonna love it, daddy." he had a genuine smile on. he was so adorable.

"and also? don't forget the other part, baby."

"oh right! i'm not going to finish till you say so."

"alright then. you've got it dearest. do you want to do the honours, or should i?"

he sat up with me and then on me, his hands trailing under my sweater. "may i?"

"please do. and you can do the same with my pants."

he nodded, and swiftly, almost with great skill, took my sweater off for me, tossing it on the ground behind him.

"baby, where did you learn to do that? that was very ni—" he kissed me before i could finish. sly little fox. i closed my eyes and kissed him back. he started moving against my mouth and i felt his hands trail down my chest and then to my pants, where his fingers trailed over the jean material before undoing my button and zipper.

he tugged my pants and underpants off, and i grinned. somehow i was stronger than a tree though, because i flipped back on top of him.

"ready to be daddy's puppet, darling?"

he closed his little eyes and breathed in sharply. "yes, yes!"

i grinned and kissed his neck, trailing kisses up to his jaw. then i stuck it into his little tree hole. 🕳

as i moved in and out, deeper and deeper his breath grew more and more frantic.

"alright, baby. i think i've teased you enough."

i felt his branches clawing at my back. "oh! is that s-so, daddy?"

"oh yes. are you going to come for me, baby?"

"yes, daddy! yes!"

i slammed into him and he let out the biggest moan that i'd heard in a while. i kissed him until he couldn't breathe and then pulled out of him right as i came as well.

he couldn't get pregnant. trees can't do that.

🕳 anyways that's the story yall asked for