Unconditional Love

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Fred's POV:

Not being able to move for seven fucking days straight fucking sucks. It fucking pissed me off that I was laying in bed and Bee was taking care of everything. Taking care of Emmy, house work, office work. I was fucking useless. And she thought she was useless. I'm supposed to be the one taking care of her, and now she has to take care of me and everything else.

What even made it fucking better is for the first time in my whole goddamn life, I couldn't get hard. My little wife is probably so needy and I haven't touched her at all. I would've fucked her in that shower if I could've. But I couldn't. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I got in a car crash.

At least now I can move. A week after being home. Bee won't let me far. I can't leave the house. I would be annoyed with that, but Bee bossing me around is fucking hot. So I listen.

I woke up when I heard a bang, then a "shit." From Bee. My eyes opened and I looked around for her, seeking her walking out of the closet, a hand in her head. "Sorry for waking you up."

"What happened?" I asked, sitting up.

"I uh— hit my head on the cupboard." She said with red cheeks.

"What? Come here." I swung my legs over the bed and stood up while she told me she was fine and I should be laying down. I ignored her and walked over to her, moving her hand to look at her head. "How did you hit your head."

"I didn't turn the lights on and I walked into it." She whispered. I couldn't hold back my smirk. "You have a concussion!"

"The doctor said I'd be fine after 10 days and it's been 13. I'm okay baby." I assured her. For the last week she's been keeping the house pitch black, but I told her she was fine, and had to fucking convince her to open the blinds so there was some light in the room.

"I don't wanna hurt you again!" She exclaimed.

"Bee," I said. She looked up at me with round eyes, "I'm okay."

"I'm tired of you saying that." She huffed.

"I'm tired of you being mouthy but yet you've been doing it for 20 years." I smirked. "Turn the lights on next time, okay?"

"Okay." She nodded.

"Now, it's 7am, there is not reason for you to be out of bed." I took her hands and started guiding her back to the bed.

"I wanted to make you breakfast and—" I lifted her up and sat her in the centre of the bed. "You shouldn't be lifting me." I ignored her again and got in the bed too, getting on top of her. "Does your shoulder hurt—" she hummed when I pressed my lips to hers softly. Her hands pressed flat to my chest and fucking pushed me away. "You could reinjure—"

"Fuck Bee, shut up." I groaned and wrapped a hand around her neck, squeezing down as my lips went back to hers, my tongue dipping into her mouth.

I lowered my hips down to hers, pressing my dick against her core, making me twitch in my boxers. Her covered cunt was hot against me. Her legs bent up to my sides as she pushed her head up and kissed me back, little whines of neediness coming from her.

My hand trailed from her neck down her body between us. Her nipples hardened under her little cropped tank top, and her hips rubbed up against me when I brushed my thumb over a nipple.

These pills may've kept me soft for the first couple of day, but nothing can keep me from getting hard over my hot ass wife. Even when she was stroking it in the shower, I was getting hard. Then she stopped like a little tease.