Content warning; MDNI public sex, squirting, degradation, fucking at work, breeding kink, praise
A/n: I donāt support or use Ai, donāt copy my work and feed it into that bs pleaseš
"Such a good girl, you like getting fucked in public?," he mocked you, his cock deep inside of you and making your stomach bulge. He was pressing you face first into the wall of the on call room, one leg held up by his hand, making him fuck you so so much deeper. To say that Jack was fucking you stupid in the storage closet was an understatement, the man was fucking your soul at the same time.
His hips were slapping against your ass, his belly pressed against your back in a perfect angle. "Jaa- oh fuck," you shrieked as he kept fucking into your spongy and sensitive g spot, your eyes rolling back hard, your lips parted in a silent scream. "Shh, come on, baby, you donāt wanna get us caught, yeah? Or do you want the whole ER to know what a desperate slut you are for me? Wanna let everybody know how much she loves my cock?," he taunts, his hand cupping your pussy while he fucks into you hard, the wet slaps of his hips against yours echoing in the small room. The more he talked, the more he could feel your desperate and achy cunt squeeze him, choking his heavy cock.
"Oh-ho, she definitely loves this, donāt you?,ā he coos and bites down hard on your shoulder as you start nearing your orgasm. You could feel your pussy strangling him and the desperate urge to pee as he kept hitting that oh so sensitive spot inside of you, opening you up for his own pleasure.
"Jack please, youāre gonna- please," you sob and cry into the wall, before your orgasm consumes you, squirting out of you and wetting his thighs and stomach. "Fuck, such a good fucking girl, squirting on my cock like a slut," he groans, his own orgasm taking over and filling your begging cunt up.
He kept fucking you and himself into overstimulation, before finally pulling out and quickly pulling your panties and scrubs back up. "Keep it all inside of you, want you full of my cum," he whispers in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you. You try to catch your breath and lean into him, happy and satisfied. You were his little brat after all.
Summary: Samira Mohan surprises reader at the end of her day and shows her how much she loves her
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, shower sex, fingering, cunnilingus, tiny bit doctor play and Samira and Reader absolutely in love with each other.
A/n: Finally finished this gem and i absolutely need this rn. I can not wait for friday to come, where i hopefully can write some more stories. this is for you @gloomystateofmind <33
You could feel the rain pattering against the window as you were sitting in the room at the clinic, preparing an eval for next monday. You had finished OT school months ago and had successfully scored a job, your first real job, specialised in paediatrics. Weeks ago you had celebrated it with your friends, where you met Samira Mohan, your girlfriend . Immediately love struck and awed you had asked her for a dance, which turned into a few dates.
Now you were going out and saw her every moment you could, once you both were done with work. Today you were the one working a little later on a friday evening, catching up on your reports. Finally done, you quickly locked up your small office and changed into a top and jacket that you had taken from Samiraās closet and some jeans, before making your way out.
Exhausted and completely caught up in your mind, you didnāt notice that Samira was waiting for you, leaning against the car with a bouquet of your favourite flowers.
"Hey, gorgeous," she called out gently with a smile, her dear eyes sparkling as she sees your exhausted fprm. Your own eyes immediately light up at the sight of her and you wrap your arms around her waist. "What are you doing here?," you mumble into her shoulder happily, as she wraps her one warm around you, grounding you after your long day.
"Wanted to surprise my smart and amazing and beautiful girlfriend from work," she teases as she pulls back and pecks your lips. You melt into the kiss and grin while your cheeks heat up, despite the cool rain around you both. "God, youāre such a tease, Mohan," you giggled flustered.
She playfully pinches your cheek and hands you the bouquet with another peck on the lips. "Come on, weāre gonna have a movie night at my place, i thought about everything," she opens the door for you and urges you inside, before she gets in the driverās seat and starts the car, one hand on your thigh. "I could kiss you right now, how do you always know what i need and want?," you whine playfully, intertwining your hands as she pulls into the traffic and makes her way home to her apartment.
"Hmm, maybe because i know what my girlfriend wants and what her soul needs," she mused, which made you playfully roll your eyes at her.
"But seriously, all I could think of was you and being in your arms and just away from work," your voice softened and you swallow hard as you turn your head, to look at her. Her curls were framing her face, her eyes lit up under the lights and her lips shining with her favourite lip gloss. You reached out with your hand to brush her hair away from her face and hum contentedly.
"Me too," she sighed and leaned into your touch, which made your heart skip a beat. "Youāre gonna distract me like this," she glanced at you quickly, her eyes on the road again.
"And youāre so beautiful that you keep distracting me," you murmured with a warm look in your eyes. You were in love with her, so much, you could feel your walls crumbling around her.
Oh how much she loved you, sometimes she questioned if this was real, because it was too hood to be true. She loved you so much, not even Robby could ruin her mood at work.
Once you were at her place you both rushed inside, though you still were slightly soaked from the rain. Finally in her apartment you took your shoes off, before she dragged you into her bathroom to take your makeup off and shower with you.
Your eyes traced her face as she stood close to you, so close that you could feel her gentle breathing. You couldnāt help but place small kisses in between every step, making her giggle and blush.
After quickly taking your (her) clothes off you drag her into the shower and let her wash your body and hair, her hands gentle and so warm, it made you feel fuzzy. "Mira," you sigh as her hard nipples pressed into your back, her hand sloowly dragging down your stomach, until it found your wetness. "Hmm?,ā she hums against your skin, placing small kisses on your neck as she slowly started rubbing your clit. "Let me take care of you, baby," she murmurs as her finger runs through your wet folds, making your thighs quiver slightly. You lean back into her and let your head drop against her shoulder as two of her fingers slide inside of you, teasing you and feeling how wet you are for her. "Oh god," you gasp, her fingers slowly curling inside of your gummy walls. "Tsk, not god, Mira," she whispers against your ear as you moan. Her fingers start moving inside of you, curling and thrusting, her other hand kneading your breasts, before caressing and squeezing your stomach. "Fuck Mira,ā you cried out as her skilled fingers found that one spot, her palm grinding against your swollen and begging clit. "Right there, yeah?,ā she hums and nudges her thigh between yours, to lift your leg a little and open you up for her. Your knees buckle and you grind your hips against her palm, desperate to cum and soak her fingers. "Are you gonna cum, baby? Come on, make your doctor proud and cum for her," she coos as her fingers move and curl faster inside of you, dedicated to make you fall apart.
"Show me what a good girl you can be for me, come on," she spurs you on, before you cry out her name as your orgasm crashes down over you, making you see stars. Your legs are shaking and youāre a quivering mess in her arms, before she turns you to face and lean against the wall, while she kneels down between yours legs and cleans you up with her skilled tongue.
"Fuuck, Mira please," your eyes roll back and you try to close your thighs as her lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. She pulls back satisfied and wraps her arms around you, whispering sweet words against your ear. "Thank you," you whisper hoarsely, turning your head to face her and kiss her soft lips, tasting yourself on her.
"Let me take care of you too," you murmur as you turn around in her arms and kiss her softly, your tongue tangling with her. She tries to protest but you quickly get down on your knees infront of her, tears pooling in your eyes. "Only thought about you the whole day, just wanted to come home." You sob as your tongue runs through her folds and flick her clit slowly, working her up. She coos and runs her fingers through your hair as you lap her slick up and suck her clit. You cried at the taste and comfort of her hands on you and the idea of pleasuring her. The vibrations if your cries and hiccups made her moan desperately and she lifted her one thigh onto your shoulder.
She came with a loud moan of your name, hands tightening in your hair as she soaked your face.
Once you were both cleaned up you blwodried each otherās hair, putting effort and gently styling her curls.
A short while later you were cuddled up with her, her fingers rubbing your back as your head was on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. "You know, i really love you," you tell her softly without hesitation, making her breath catch. You swallow hard and look up at her. "I love you too," she replies hoarsely. Her lips press against yours and you caress her cheek gently. Her lips keep pulling you back in until youāre breathless and sheās placing soft pecks, making you smile. Your day might have been stressful, but now you were in peace in each otherās arms.
riding yer hot LT, lots of touching, spit kink, oral sex, 69 š°
On a rainy day with the base to yourselves, you and Ghost decide to make the most of the empty rec room couch. What starts as you riding him in his t-shirt quickly escalates into a messy, passionate, and intensely intimate encounter.
The rain lashed against the glass, blurring the grey tarmac outside. The base was empty, the rest of the unit miles away on a supply run, leaving the communal rec room and its worn, creaking leather couch, entirely for you and Ghost.
Your knees were braced on either side of his thighs, the aged leather complaining softly beneath your weight. You had nothing on beneath his oversized black t-shirt, its hem bunching around your waist, exposing your bare chest and the wet, seamless fit of your bodies. The heat coming off him was suffocating, smelling of warm skin, and the faint, bitter trace of his soap.
You tried to set a fast pace, rolling your hips in a desperate bid for friction, but Simonās hands shot up, wrapping around your hips like steel bands and stopping you dead.
"Slow down," he growled. The sound was muffled by the mask still pushed just over his nose, his dark eyes fixed on yours, refusal written in every line of his face. "You're in a hurry, Sergeant. I'm not."
"Simon, please," you exhaled, trying to shift against him anyway, but his fingers dug firmly into your skin, anchoring you.
"I said slow," he commanded, his voice dropping into that quiet, gravelly tone that left no room for argument.
He took over the rhythm, forcing a slow, punishingly deep circle that drew a long, ragged hiss from between his teeth. "Fuckin' hell," he groaned, the vibration rattling against your chest where your bodies pressed together. His gaze dipped, watching where he was buried deep inside you, taking in every inch as he dragged himself back out only to sink back in. "You look so fuckin' good like this. Ridin' me."
His praise went straight to your head, making your breath hitch. You planted your palms against his sternum, feeling the hard, frantic thud of his heart hammering against his ribs, a sharp contrast to his deliberate movements. "You feel so good, Si," you murmured, your throat dry. "So deep. You're gonna fuckin' ruin me."
His grip tightened on your hips, the tips of his blunt fingers leaving hot, dull aches in your flesh.
He was stretched thick inside you, the heavy pressure hovering right on the edge of pain before settling into a deep, dizzying ache. You could hear how slick you were ā the wet, heavy friction of your movement filling the quiet room, layered over the steady drumming of the rain.
You started to lift yourself, rising until barely the tip remained inside, before sinking all the way back down, taking every bit of him. The sudden, hard depth made you both swear out loud.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Simon!" you choked out, your chin tilting up as your hair fell over your shoulders.
"Look at me," he ordered, his voice low and dense as velvet. "Eyes on me, Sergeant."
You forced your head up, your gaze locked onto his. Without the mask fully covering him, without the distance he kept on duty, he just looked wrecked by the feel of you. You reached out, and he caught your hand halfway, his wide, rough palm slotting against yours, scarred fingers lacing through yours. The contrast of his cold, calloused hand gripping yours while you rode him so relentlessly made your chest tighten with a sudden, sharp ache of intimacy.
You leveraged your joined hands to tilt your pelvis, grinding directly against the coarse hair at his base with every downstroke. "Jesus, right there," you gasped, your rhythm turning erratic, frantic. "Don't stop, don't fuckin' stop."
"Never," he gritted out, his hips snapping up to meet you with a heavy, blunt force that knocked the air from your lungs.
He let go of your hand only to pull the black fabric of his mask up past his nose. His lips were parted, wet and flushed, and the sight was almost too much to take. You leaned down, slotting your mouth over his in a messy, heavy kiss. It was all friction, heat, and needy noise; saliva mixing with the taste of his skin as you moaned right into his mouth.
He pulled back, breathing heavily, his chest heaving under your hands. He spat; a deliberate, hot drop of saliva that landed between your breasts. The raw, filthy unexpectedness of it made your heart leap into your throat. "Fuck, you're a dirty bastard," you whispered, a breathless laugh escaping you as you used your thumb to smear the wetness across your skin, keeping your eyes dead locked on his.
"Only for you, doll," he rasped, the word buzzing against your senses.
The pressure low in your belly turned into an unbearable, tight knot. You sat straight up, taking control again, riding him with everything you had left. "Simon, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," you warned, your voice cracking.
"Cum for me," he demanded, his own voice strained to its limit. "Fucking soak me. Let me feel it."
His order broke whatever restraint you had left. Your thighs clamped tight, your entire body going rigid as a wave of heat surged out of you, drenching his groin, his heavy trousers, and the leather couch beneath you. You shook violently, crying out as the release wracked through you, turning your limbs to lead.
"Holy fuck," Simon growled, the breath knocked out of him as he felt you drench him. His hand shot up, wrapping around the front of your throat, just applying enough steady pressure to hold you still, anchoring you while your body shuddered out the last of it. "That's it, my good girl. Look at you. So fuckin' beautiful when you squirt for me."
Before the tremors even settled, he moved. In one swift, heavy motion, he lifted you off his lap and laid you flat on your back against the leather. He loomed over you, his cock still fully hard and dripping with your slick, jutting from his unzipped fly.
"Need your mouth," he growled, his voice thick and rough. "Open up for me, doll."
You parted your lips without hesitation. He guided the wet, thick head of his cock past your teeth, sinking into your throat with a steady, unyielding rhythm that left you gasping around him.
"You feel so good," he hissed, his chin lifting toward the ceiling, the thick cords in his neck straining. "So fuckin' perfect. My girl. My dirty girl."
You looked up at him through watering eyes, your hands resting on the hard muscle of his thighs, anchoring yourself to him.
After a few heavy thrusts, his hand slid down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit hyper-sensitive and swollen and beginning a small, relentless circle.
Your back arched off the couch. "Simon, Iā"
"I know," he murmured, his tone softening just a fraction. "Just one more. Give me one more, and I'll fill this pretty mouth up. Can you do that for me?"
You could only nod, the tight sensation already coiling back up in your gut. He shifted, maneuvering his heavy frame into a tight inverted 69, the weight of his hips framing your head as he buried his face between your thighs. You felt the warm shock of his breath against your wet skin a second before his tongue dragged up from your entrance to your clit in one long, broad stroke.
You gasped at the contact. Reaching up, you took his cock into your hands, pulling him back down to your mouth. You didn't just take him; you took your time, lapping at the vein running down the underside, swirling your tongue over the head before swallowing him down again. You let your saliva pool, coat his shaft, making every slide as wet and friction-free as possible.
He let out a heavy groan right against your skin, the vibration sending a sharp ripple straight through you. His mouth was relentlessāhis tongue pushing inside you while his lips pulled at your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing you over the edge faster than before.
He felt your muscles tense around him, and he pushed two fingers deep inside you, hooking them upward with a sharp pressure. "Cum on my face, Sergeant," he growled into your skin, his voice thick and muffled. "I want to fucking drown in you."
You broke completely. A silent scream tore from your throat as your legs locked around his head, your body spasming as another wave tore through you, drenching his jaw and lips. He growled in deep, primal satisfaction, lapping up the mess without missing a beat.
As the crest passed, he pushed himself up, straddling your chest. His hand was a blur around his shaft, pumping himself furiously, his knuckles white, the head of his cock flushed a deep, angry red. "Open wide," he panted, his voice completely wrecked.
You opened your mouth, resting your tongue against your bottom lip. With a low, rough shout, he came. The first heavy splash hit your tongue, the next painted your cheek, the next caught your lips. He marked you completely, and you stayed still, taking every drop. When he finally stilled, he pressed the tip of his cock against your cheek, dragging the excess cum down toward your lips, a final, possessive touch that made you swallow around him.
He collapsed onto the narrow space beside you, pulling your limp, warm body flush against his chest. His black t-shirt was thoroughly ruined, clinging to damp skin. You were both stuck together, a mess of sweat, rain, and each other. Outside, the storm had quieted to a soft, rhythmic patter against the glass.
You buried your face into the curve of his neck, completely sated. "Si... I think we broke the couch," you mumbled against his skin.
A low, quiet laugh rumbled in his chest, his thick arms tightening around you. "Worth it," he murmured, pressing a dry, soft kiss to your damp forehead. "Every fuckin' time."
Summary: Jack comes home earlier to a surprise and punishes you like the brat tamer he is.
Warnings: Brat taming, rough sex, punishment, cockwarming, age-gap (though itās not implied and specified), mention of sex toy, slight degradation, breeding, kiinda edging too
A/n: He is definitely a brat tamer and i LOVE that cocky and sexy stare that he gave Joy in this scene, canāt stop thinking about it so here you go guysšAlso kinda did this one in a hurry so not really proof read and short. Oh and kinda had the song 'Iām your manā by Leonard Cohen on my mind.
"Donāt move, baby, stay still," Jack warned you, his voice deep and raspy against your ear, making you shiver. You whine needy and squirm in his lap, wet and desperate. He was supposed to work a double shift tonight, but came home to surprise you earlier, though when he did come home, he was the surprised one.
He found you with your vibrator stuffed inside of you, desperately trying to reach that sensitive spot inside you, while also stimulating your aching clit. "Such a need brat arenāt you? Couldnāt wait for me to come home?," he tsk-ed and pulled the toy out of you, making you whine. He didnāt hesitate to pull his scrubs off, before pulling you onto his thick and heavy cock. "Fuuck, baby,ā he hissed at the tight fit and the way you soaked him. He didnāt make a move to thrust inside of you, just feeling you and letting you warm him.
"Jack, please," you cry out, his sensitive tip brushing against your g spot without any effort.
"Shh, you donāt get to cry and whine, baby. You couldnāt wait for me and touched whatās mine, you like disobeying me, huh? Thisā punishment, pretty girl," he mocks you. His hands were running up and down your sides, brushing against your nipples, before he made you suck on two of his fingers.
Your eyes welled up with tears and you obediently sucked on his fat fingers, teasing them with your tongue and making him groan. His balls were full and heavy with his cum, as much as he liked punishing you, this was punishment to him as well.
"Youāre not gonna cum today, gonna use you for my pleasure," he groans, turning you over so that you were on your knees, head shoved down into the pillow and tucked between his forearm and bicep in a chokehold. Your eyes rolled back as he wildly started fucking you, taking from you for his own pleasure. You could feel his tummy smushed against your arched back and moan his name like a prayer, the grip that he put you into making you lightheaded and dizzy in an erotic way.
"Oh ho, look at that, only needed to be manhandled by your man yeah? Needed me to fuck you like this to listen, baby?," he cooed and moaned right against your ear. Your clit was desperate for some friction and pressure so you tried to sneak your hand between your thighs. "Nah-ah baby, brats like you donāt get to cum," he slapped your hand away and squeezed his arm tighter around you.
"You want me to fill you up and breed you, wanna be my good girl again?," his thrusts got sloppy and he could feel his thighs burning, his stomach was flexing and he felt his balls drawing up.
"Yees, please fill me up, wanna be all good for you," you begged as your lips parted in a silent scream.
Jack couldnāt hold himself back and came with a loud groan, his cum shooting into you, his cock twitching inside while his balls slammed against your aching bud. By now you were a sobbing and crying mess, so so desperate to cum with him, but he didnāt make a move to please you, not now. Once he winded down from his orgasm, he pulled out of you for a second, hissing at the loss before he leaned against the headboard and made you straddle him again. Jack thrusted inside you again, but pressed you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you to keep you still. "Jack, please 'm sorry, please make me- i need to cum," you begged but he only looked at you with a disappointed look and started rubbing your back. "Gonna stay like this and Iām gonna decide that, baby," he hummed and felt you soaking his lap, occasionally clenching around him. His restless hands started massaging your ass, before spanking and groaning at the way your walls massaged his already hardening dick. "Jackie please, i promise iāll be so so good for you," you whined as you looked into his hazel coloured eyes, hands running through his salt and pepper curls. "Atta girl, all desperate for me to use you and make you cum," he states amused, his hips already thrusting up into you as much as he can, his hands now controlling your hips, grounding you against him. His thumb was rubbing your clit hard and fast and he felt the way you tightened around him, your stomach quivering as you neared your orgasm. "Cum for me, sweetheart, cum for me like a good girl. So good like this, so fucking good," he groaned with his raspy voice. With the given approval and the praise your orgasm crashed down over you, your back arching so that your breasts were pressed against his chest. "Oh god, Jack," you shrieked while your thighs started trembling. His lips captured yours in a desperate kiss until your lips were swollen and connected with a small string of spit.
"Hey," he mumbled softly after you both came down slowly. "Hi," you replied hoarsely, giving him that dazed and fucked out look, he brushed the stray tears from your face and kissed the corner of your eyes gently. "You did so good for me, baby, so good," he murmured, before placing small kisses all over your place. "I didnāt cum without you, Jackie, i only tried, but i couldnāt," you pout and nuzzle into the kisses. "I know, angel, but you still needed to be punished." You nod and hum exhausted, trying to pull your hips up, but he tightened his arms around you again and kept himself deep inside of you. You stayed line that for what felt like hours, him deep inside if you, his cock pulsing slightly and twitching, holding his cum deeep inside of you, showing you who you belong to you.
Hey guys, i wanted to thank you all for 40 followersš I honestly canāt believe it, because in my head my writing isnāt thaaat good, thank you all so much for all the likes, the comments and your follow.
Summary: Reader and Simon have a date and are slowly getting comfortable with each other.
Warnings: none really, mentions of sexual experience, mostly fluff, hints of insecure reader
A/n: Soo I trink i will turn this into a series and wrote this really spontaneously. I would love to know your opinion and if you even want this as a series. This is kind of a teaser. If you have any suggestions or requests, you can gladly message me, i hope you all like this.
"I never had sex or anything like that," you blurted out nervously, looking away from Simon.
The date has been going so good so far, he was here at your apartment, you guys had cooked something together and were now somehow cuddled up on the couch, just talking. The topic changed from political opinions and each otherās lives and childhood to dating experiences. For one second you thought about lying into his face, it wasnāt necessarily embarrassing but usually when you told a guy that you were a virgin he only wanted to fuck you, just to boost his ego. They never thought about your comfort or anything, but Simon didnāt seem like a guy like that. So far he has made you feel so safe, comfortable and really happy and somehow you were nearly sitting on his lap, your face close to his.
"I never had sex or anything," you blurted out, clearly flustered and embarrassed. Simonās brows furrowed for a second and he studied your face. He gently placed one hand on your cheek and turned your face towards his again. "Hey, thatās okay, no need to be embarrassed about it." He gave you a reassuring squeeze and presses a kiss on your cheek. Your eyes widened and you nearly squealed startled. "You donāt need to wait or anything-," he interrupts your rambling and caresses your bottom lip with his thumb. "Love, I want to get to know you more and build a relationship with you, and yes i want to have sex with you, but that was never my intention on the first date. Or the second or third," he adds as he runs his fingers through your long hair.
"Weāll wait as long as you want to and when the time comes, weāll take it slow." Not only his words but the way heās been treating you are so reassuring, you look at him like a deer caught in headlight, a lump building in your throat. "Thank you," you whisper softly before you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck. He places one hand on the back of your head and the other wraps around your waist, making you sigh contentedly.
He leans back against the couch with you in his arms and inhales your scent slowly, you smelled like your signature cherry perfume and the food that you had cooked together. "You smell good, love,ā he mumble into your neck, making you shiver and smile a little. "You do too," you mumble back, closing your eyes.
For now this was enough, just the comfort of his his arms around you and his warmth.
Summary: Jack comes home earlier to a surprise and punishes you like the brat tamer he is.
Warnings: Brat taming, rough sex, punishment, cockwarming, age-gap (though itās not implied and specified), mention of sex toy, slight degradation, breeding, kiinda edging too
A/n: He is definitely a brat tamer and i LOVE that cocky and sexy stare that he gave Joy in this scene, canāt stop thinking about it so here you go guysšAlso kinda did this one in a hurry so not really proof read and short. Oh and kinda had the song 'Iām your manā by Leonard Cohen on my mind.
"Donāt move, baby, stay still," Jack warned you, his voice deep and raspy against your ear, making you shiver. You whine needy and squirm in his lap, wet and desperate. He was supposed to work a double shift tonight, but came home to surprise you earlier, though when he did come home, he was the surprised one.
He found you with your vibrator stuffed inside of you, desperately trying to reach that sensitive spot inside you, while also stimulating your aching clit. "Such a need brat arenāt you? Couldnāt wait for me to come home?," he tsk-ed and pulled the toy out of you, making you whine. He didnāt hesitate to pull his scrubs off, before pulling you onto his thick and heavy cock. "Fuuck, baby,ā he hissed at the tight fit and the way you soaked him. He didnāt make a move to thrust inside of you, just feeling you and letting you warm him.
"Jack, please," you cry out, his sensitive tip brushing against your g spot without any effort.
"Shh, you donāt get to cry and whine, baby. You couldnāt wait for me and touched whatās mine, you like disobeying me, huh? Thisā punishment, pretty girl," he mocks you. His hands were running up and down your sides, brushing against your nipples, before he made you suck on two of his fingers.
Your eyes welled up with tears and you obediently sucked on his fat fingers, teasing them with your tongue and making him groan. His balls were full and heavy with his cum, as much as he liked punishing you, this was punishment to him as well.
"Youāre not gonna cum today, gonna use you for my pleasure," he groans, turning you over so that you were on your knees, head shoved down into the pillow and tucked between his forearm and bicep in a chokehold. Your eyes rolled back as he wildly started fucking you, taking from you for his own pleasure. You could feel his tummy smushed against your arched back and moan his name like a prayer, the grip that he put you into making you lightheaded and dizzy in an erotic way.
"Oh ho, look at that, only needed to be manhandled by your man yeah? Needed me to fuck you like this to listen, baby?," he cooed and moaned right against your ear. Your clit was desperate for some friction and pressure so you tried to sneak your hand between your thighs. "Nah-ah baby, brats like you donāt get to cum," he slapped your hand away and squeezed his arm tighter around you.
"You want me to fill you up and breed you, wanna be my good girl again?," his thrusts got sloppy and he could feel his thighs burning, his stomach was flexing and he felt his balls drawing up.
"Yees, please fill me up, wanna be all good for you," you begged as your lips parted in a silent scream.
Jack couldnāt hold himself back and came with a loud groan, his cum shooting into you, his cock twitching inside while his balls slammed against your aching bud. By now you were a sobbing and crying mess, so so desperate to cum with him, but he didnāt make a move to please you, not now. Once he winded down from his orgasm, he pulled out of you for a second, hissing at the loss before he leaned against the headboard and made you straddle him again. Jack thrusted inside you again, but pressed you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you to keep you still. "Jack, please 'm sorry, please make me- i need to cum," you begged but he only looked at you with a disappointed look and started rubbing your back. "Gonna stay like this and Iām gonna decide that, baby," he hummed and felt you soaking his lap, occasionally clenching around him. His restless hands started massaging your ass, before spanking and groaning at the way your walls massaged his already hardening dick. "Jackie please, i promise iāll be so so good for you," you whined as you looked into his hazel coloured eyes, hands running through his salt and pepper curls. "Atta girl, all desperate for me to use you and make you cum," he states amused, his hips already thrusting up into you as much as he can, his hands now controlling your hips, grounding you against him. His thumb was rubbing your clit hard and fast and he felt the way you tightened around him, your stomach quivering as you neared your orgasm. "Cum for me, sweetheart, cum for me like a good girl. So good like this, so fucking good," he groaned with his raspy voice. With the given approval and the praise your orgasm crashed down over you, your back arching so that your breasts were pressed against his chest. "Oh god, Jack," you shrieked while your thighs started trembling. His lips captured yours in a desperate kiss until your lips were swollen and connected with a small string of spit.
"Hey," he mumbled softly after you both came down slowly. "Hi," you replied hoarsely, giving him that dazed and fucked out look, he brushed the stray tears from your face and kissed the corner of your eyes gently. "You did so good for me, baby, so good," he murmured, before placing small kisses all over your place. "I didnāt cum without you, Jackie, i only tried, but i couldnāt," you pout and nuzzle into the kisses. "I know, angel, but you still needed to be punished." You nod and hum exhausted, trying to pull your hips up, but he tightened his arms around you again and kept himself deep inside of you. You stayed line that for what felt like hours, him deep inside if you, his cock pulsing slightly and twitching, holding his cum deeep inside of you, showing you who you belong to you.
You loved autumn, especially because of Halloween, the comforting vibes and the warm lights, sweaters and boots and definitely cinnamon rolls. If autumn would be a real person, they would look like you, thatās how much you loved it and Simon Riley knew that. He saw the way your eyes lit up at the mention of baking together, when it started raining and he especially loved that you cuddled so much with him, specifically under the one blanket with black cats and pumpkins printed on it.
Simon Riley didnāt care about seasons, why would he when he was deployed in so many different weather zones and so many different conditions everywhere?
That was until he met you, the love of his life, now he couldnāt wait for autumn, because he loved the way you used him for his warmth and his now slightly soft chest and stomach; all from the gained weight since he retired from the military. He especially loved how you were stealing his sweaters and warm clothes.
You snuggled closer to Simon, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as you woke up to him tracing patterns on your back and the rain gently tapping against the window. It was a comfortable friday afternoon and you both had come home from work, both exhausted and so ready for a romantic weekend together. "Hi," you mumbled, your voice still heavy with sleep and slightly raspy. "Afternoon," he grumbles softly, suddenly turning you over as he settled onto your chest, his body heavy and warm. Sighing contentedly, you slowly run your fingers through his hair and close your eyes again, listening to him as he starts grumbling and talking about his day. Halfway through youāre barely listening to his words, completely fixated on how deep and raspy his voice was, how it made you relax and feel safe. God, he should not have an effect on you like that, it was moments like this that made you want to stop the time, so that this never ended.
"You okay, love?," he caressed your lips with his thumb and looked up at you, noticing how lost you were in your thoughts. You hum and nod before you place a soft kiss on his lips, he immediately responds by pulling you closer and deepening the kiss, tracing your tongue and groaning at the taste of you. "Mm fuck, love," he rests his forehead against yours and closed his eyes for a moment, before looking into your chocolatey eyes. He couldnāt look away and neither could you, his own dark eyes captivating you.
"We should get up or something."
"Or something sounds great," he scoffs as he nuzzles into the crook if your neck, not making a move to get up. "Sii," you giggle as he breathes against that sensitive spot of your neck. He smiles satisfied and rolls over onto his back again.
Without thinking you straddle his lap and place your hands on his chest. "Well i love this view," you tease him, feeling him slowly getting hard in his sweatpants. "So do you apparently."
"Fucking hell, love,ā he groans as his hips buck up, grinding his hardening dick against your pussy. Leaning down you start kissing his neck and grabbing the small pudge of his stomach, moaning at the feeling. "Feelā s good," you sigh, stroking him with one hand over his sweatpants, making his hips twitch. He moans as your hand massages his sensitive mushroom tip, his precum soaking and turning his pants dark grey. Your eyes darken and you lean down to suck on the dark spot, before you take him out and slowly let your spit drip down on his twitching cock. "So hard for me, so good," you mumble snd lean down to suck on his sensitive tip. The moment his salty precum spreads on your tongue, you close your eyes and moan, suckling on him. "Please- oh fuck- come on love,ā he encourages, his voice broken. His hands pull your hair back, giving him some control as he nudges you to suck him slowly, all of him.
"Mmfuck," you moan around him as he thrusts inside your mouth, your eyes rolling back as he hits the back if your throat. You feel your own slick pooling in your panties, your clit pulsing and swelling.
"Yeahh, such a good girl for me, taking all of me- fuuck-" the sound of his pleasure, especially his deep and throaty moans make you whine.
You look up at him dazed, giving him silent permission to use you for his own pleasure. He doesnāt even waste s second and fucks up into you, making you deepthroat him and hag slightly. He was sol big in your mouth, so you started jerking off what didnāt fit into your mouth, your other hand busy with massaging his balls. "Just like that, god yes. You like letting me fuck your throat, like a slut? All mine yeah? Come on, make me cum, love, i want to cum- fuck- down your throat."
His pupils are blown and his stomach is flexing just like his thighs as he fucks up into you. You hollow your cheeks and start tracing the veiny underside of his cock, making his hips buck before he finally pulls you down, pushing your nose against his fine and scratch hairs on his base as he fills your throat up. You gag hard and moan desperately around him, the vibrations intensifying his pleasure.
The line between pleasure and pain start blurring as you slowly pull him out of your mouth, just to suck his sensitive and angry red tip. Your hand starts stroking the rest of his cock and his moan is desperate, his hands shaking as he pulls you off of him completely. "Desperate slut," he scoffs hoarsely, before he pulls you into a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.
Not even a minute later he rips your tights and panties off, desperate to have you sitting on his face.
He doesnāt even let you protest, just spanking your ass as you whine, his tongue dragging along your slut, up to your clit. "Look at you all wet and swollen for me, tell me what you want, sweetheart. Come on, use your words," he breathes shakily against your clit, his lips brushing against it, only enough to tease you.
"Ahh oh- please, Si, please make me cum, please suck my clit-" you shriek the moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, making you cum embarrassingly quick. "Already baby, mhmm, not done with you," he tsks amused, his fingers curving i side of you and teasing that sensitive spot that makes your stomach quiver. "Simon," you shriek and cry, your thighs trembling next to his head. He looks up at you, watching every reaction as he feasts on you.
"I- you need to stop," you gasp as your lips part in a silent scream, tears springing into your eyes as his lips and his tongue suck your sensitive bud harder.
Your orgasm builds quick again, this time itās different though, he knows it, he did this to you more than once, making you squirt on his face, on his lap, lapping up your orgasm. He doubles his efforts and doesnāt give you a chance to protest before you scream his name and soak his face entirely, thighs trembling, tears running down your face.
He hums approvingly as he laps your juices up, not waisting one drop, before he finally pulls you back down onto his chest, slowly grinding his hardening cock against your pulsing cunt, still dripping down on him. "You wanna keep my cock warm, sweetheart? Look at you baby, cunt begging to be filled, he coos, before you sniffle and nod. Slowly he slides inside of you until the hairs around his base are nuzzled against your overstimulated clit. "Oh, good girl, fuck," he hisses as you squeeze him, though not making a move to fuck you.
"Gonna stay like this the rest of the day, love, all mine ."
sidenote but shawns acting during this time was actually INSANE??? like you can see glimmers of pope's teenage self in this if that makes sense? this coupled with the skateboarding scenes just had me in aweš„¹
Jack Abbot who brings you your favourite sweet treat every time after his shift.
Jack Abbot who insists on paying every time you guys go out, or when you want to buy something. (Iāll pay for it.)
I also imagine that he tells you about his prosthetic leg really early into the relationship and the fact that he is a widow. Heās afraid that it might be a turn off, so heās surprised when you ask him about the aftercare for his leg and about his late wife.
Jack Abbot who shows you his late wifeās pictures and talks about her when you ask.
Jack Abbot definitely has a picture of you in his wallet, that Ellis once saw and she keeps teasing him about it.
Also i think he would still be hesitant to take of his prosthetic next to you, but when you notice the discomfort on his face, you take care of him.
Sexually that man is a slut in the sheets, his favourite position is you on top, riding him while he watches your tits bounce. Aand he absolutely loves to munch on you, not only because it pleases you, but also him. He loves the way you taste and canāt get enough of you.
Lastly i think that when he comes home after a long day, heās not used to someone taking care of him, because it has been a while.
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