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Petunia thinks she has the best life that anyone her age would be jealous of. She lives in a nice, big house. She has a lot of chores to do everyday, but cleaning and taking care of home life is a wonderful favorite hobby of hers. She gets full reign of how much to clean anything and everything, and best of all... She has a boyfriend that she just adores.
Handy and Petunia have been dating, secretly, since she was nine. She had a crush on him for a lot longer than that. He's so strong and broad it makes her feel fuzzy whenever she curls against his chest. He's gruff and a bit rough around the edges, but she's seen the kind gentleness that's below the surface. It's a special kind of sweetness that only she gets to see, when he comes home after a long day and immediately holds her close against him. It makes her feel more adult, when he trusts her to keep it a secret how much he complains about the people he has to work with. She never gossips about it with her friends- Handy trusts her after all! And she could never betray him.
That means that whenever Giggles gossips about her recent conquests, Petunia lightly scolds her for being silly. Or when Lammy giggles about the boys that keep flirting with her. Or...the whole thing Flaky has with Flippy. Petunia just acts like she doesn't get it, that she hasn't really felt that kind of love in her life yet.
Even just thinking about him, right now as she's sweeping the house, has her all giddy. The hours in between school ending and Handy's shift ending can be so lonely sometimes, but today she has a special surprise in mind.
She's wearing an apron, today, one of her pretty blue ones with delicate lace that aren't actually good for cleaning in.... And that's it. It's pretty chilly to be wearing this, honestly. She hopes Handy comes home soon, because she does not want her toes freezing off for a fun little joke!!
That's why she perks up the second she hears the click of the keys in the door. Even better! Any time Handy gets to actually let himself into the house means he didn't run into an accident where his prosthetics were destroyed, which means he'll be in a far better mood than usual! She runs right over and brushes herself off, looking as prim and proper as she can manage. The door swings open and there's Handy, all grumpy, tired expressions that immediately disappear the second he gets a look at her.
"Tunia??" He says, slamming the door behind him frantically. She'd be worried usually, but the blush on his face makes it obvious enough that he's just flustered. "What are you wearin', girl??"
"I thought I'd wear something special for you! Because..." She giggles a little and hugs him, not at all surprised to feel a bulge already in his pants. "It's our anniversary tomorrow!!"
She notices the way he goes stiff and panicked for a moment, but decides not to mention it at all. After all, she knows Handy the very best. And one thing about her dear boyfriend is that when he gets too into work for too long, he completely forgets about important things...Like their anniversary.
"It's already that time of year, huh...?" He mutters, before kneeling down so he's face to face with Petunia. "Happy anniversary, Pet. We'll do somethin' real nice tomorrow, okay?"
Then he kisses her, and oh, it sends such a shiver of glee up her spine. She used to be much shyer and anxious about kissing- There are a LOT of germs in a human mouth, after all. But she's gotten more comfortable with kissing Handy after all these years. The scent of motor oil and sweat doesn't turn her away- Quite the opposite now. Even his scratchy beard isn't a bother anymore, in fact it makes her giggle. He presses his tongue against her lips and she opens her mouth, moaning a little bit when she can still taste the smokey ash from his cigarette.
He grips tighter onto her, maybe a little too tight. He doesn't have the perfect control of his arms that he'd like, at least when it comes to holding things too hard. If she told him this he'd probably adjust, but to be perfectly honest she really loves the bruises that bloom across her skin after they get together. Proof that it wasn't just a dream and that they really were together.
"I ain't gonna be able to wait long enough to wash up, Pet. I hope you know that." He growls into her ear, making her shiver. She knew that, of course. She'd prepared for that! She can handle it just once.
"It's your anniversary present." She says, and giggles.
Handy grins at her before taking her by the shoulders and pushing. He's pushing her right down onto the floor, which makes her blush like crazy. It's just been cleaned by her, but it's still the floor. But she did say it was his present... She looks up at him with wide eyes and plays with the strings on the apron. Handy kneels above her, giving her plenty of space but still managing to make her feel like he's boxing her in. He's built like a solid wall, stronger and more powerful than her in every way. He could do anything that he wanted to her, and she'd let him, so it makes the butterflies in her stomach stronger any time he chooses to be gentle.
"Keep the apron on. It looks way sexier like that." He says, grinning down at her. He undoes his belt and Petunia stares at him hungrily, reaching out to touch his thigh as he undresses. The sound of his heavy tool belt hitting the floor makes her body react instantly, sending a jolt of arousal through her.
"Handy...Please?" She says, and spreads her legs, shifting the apron up just enough to expose her pussy. She's been good in waiting all day long for him, and she doesn't have the patience to wait any longer. She wants him now!
"Needy little thing, aren't you... You know how to stroke my ego, Pet." He reaches down and grins at the sticky wetness that coats his fingers. "You been waiting for me all day...Guess I don't have to prep you."
He shucks off his pants and underwear, showing off his hard on. Handy's dick isn't very impressive when compared to some of the ones she's heard about, sure- It's stout and thick, and she often privately compares it to a soda can. But it works in her favor, because he's perfectly sized for her.
He only has to adjust her a bit, wrapping her legs around his thighs, before the tip of his dick presses into her slowly. It's not like it's been ages since they last had sex. She gave him a blowjob early this morning, after all! But it still feels so indescribably good every time she feels the press and stretch of him inside her.
She moans, reaching out to him. She doesn't even need to say a word- He just takes her hand in his and twines their fingers together. He's huffing softly as he pushes in further, making her squirm. The floor is cold beneath her quickly heating skin, and it's a difference that makes her head spin.
"H...Handy..." She says, moaning out louder now.
He pulls back and starts to thrust hard, panting above her. He always gets so intense when he fucks her like this, without having to worry about time running out before work or school. And she loves when he can really give in and fuck her like this. She reaches between them and starts rubbing at her clit almost bashfully. Even though she loves feeling good, sex is still gross and messy and she never really has gotten used to doing things during.
"Fuck, Pet... You're so goddamn good. Maybe we should stay in tomorrow so I can fuck you the whole day. Would you like that, huh?" He kisses her before she can actually respond.
The thought does make her clench up, moaning. Spending all that time with Handy is one thing, but being able to have sex all the time? And make no mistake, he's the kind of man who would fuck her 24/7 if he got the chance. That he holds himself back at all is only because they both have things to do during the day that can't be avoided. But just one day off...That's doable, right?
She gasps as she feels him come inside, a hot feeling that makes her stomach clench in pleasure.
"Petunia, fuck!" He nearly shouts, hips still pistoning in and out of her even as he comes. The feeling is overwhelming and she comes hard after no time at all, eyes rolling up and moans loud. This feeling is why she can't ever give up on sex or Handy, no matter what.
She lays back, panting hard. She knows she should get up and start cleaning up after them, and getting started on dinner while Handy properly takes a shwoer but..She just can't. She looks at Handy and smiles softly, tugging him into a much gentler little kiss than before. He huffs a small laugh against her.
"Happy anniversary, Pet. You're gonna be the end of me."
"Don't be silly! I'd never." She laughs and squishes his cheeks, making him grumble a bit. "I love you lots, Handy. Happy anniversary!"
They can stay like this for a bit longer. Maybe she'll make him clean up for her present.