I am not the og park bunny anon, however I am very interested in Brendon park piss kink
hihihi! i’m so glad that other people are like nasty like me, i love it so very much 💕💕💕
it was your first day in your new home! your new daddy, was so kind and he got you so many chew toys, in the shape of bones and even a cute little pineapple! at night he had set up your little bed in the kitchen, and hadn’t even kicked you out when you snuck into his bed at night!
he let you roll over and scratched at your belly and rubbed behind your ears. he was so so sweet! in the morning he took you potty, and kissed your head and gave you a little treat when you went on his command!
the only downside, was that he had to leave right after. he set you up with all your toys laid out and a glass of water for emergencies. he put the television on to a show he thought that you might like, something bright and captivating. he set up the baby cam in the living room and left you out a plate of food on the kitchen table. and as sad as you were to see him go, you just love him! he’s so considerate!
brendon park felt horrible. even if he hadn’t wanted you in the beginning, but during the night when you had snuck into his california king, maybe he felt a little bit a pity. and maybe he’s a little glad that garcia got you for him. you’re just what he needs.
poor puppy! you just want to stay with him! so much so, that when he leaves in the morning, you sit pawing at his leg and trying to block the door. his little baby, all alone while he’s at work.
and awe, his poor little baby. when he’s walked through the door coming home to let you go potty, you’re sitting in the corner, having pissed yourself in fear. awe, you’re just a messy girl aren’t you, he tuts, watching your tail tuck between your legs, your eyes wide and sad, and your ears droopy. my poor girl, he sympathizes
gosh he needs to figure out how to train that out of you. maybe he likes it though. how you jump onto him, and lick up and down his neck, he tastes like salt and the day. you lick and lick and lick, pant and pant and pant.
he could get used to this he thinks. a sweet little thing who misses him so much when he’s only gone for four hours and pisses herself in fear of his abandonment. a poor, sweet, messy girl indeed.
can i do plzzz request some Park and Puppy!!! reader NSFW hcs plz? i’m obsessed !!
yes ofc! i just started trying to write headcannons lit like five days ago soooooo….. lmk if they’re bad. but pls don’t bc then i’ll get sad :(. but just know im practicing!!!!! anyways i have not been on a brendon park kick idek why. but maybe this will spark it. hope u enjoy!!!!!!!
brendon park who is an orthopedic surgeon. and as a surgeon, he needs to stay in shape, good shape. so after he’s adopted you, he likes to either run you, walk you, or roughhouse with you. it’s just a way to exercise the both of you! and right now the two of you are roughhousing.
brendon park who is rolling around on the floor with you, taunting and teasing. he pulls his fingers away from your mouth with snaps with the intention to bite him. he grins, all teeth, at you at your attempts to nip him.
brendon park who eventually pins you to the floor. your tail thumping on the floor between his legs. his knee is right on your cunt and you begin to hump your hips against it. he tuts at you, scolding your disobedience, he didn’t tell you to do that silly puppy!
brendon park who watches as you writhe under his big meaty arm that’s presses down on your tummy. youre squirming, trying to get out of his iron clad grip. you thrash your head from side to side, trying to bite at him and use your sharp nails to scratch at his bulging veins. eventually you nick one in a somewhat painful spot for him and he hisses, using his other hand to trap your wrists.
brendon park who eventually decides you can get fucked. he pulls down his boxers and your underwear to the side and pushes himself into you. he fucks your poor puppy cunt roughly until you’ve finished tuckering yourself out. then he kisses your head and sends you off to bed to take a nap.
brendon park who does this at least four times a week as his work out. he really should think about cancelling his gym membership, he has a puppy now after all!
giggling and kicking my feet about your requests being open BUT i totally get it if this isn’t something you’re into: not enough medfet/medical kink content on my feed and the way you’ve incorporated it into hbg is sooooooo tasty i would love to see what you do with an entire one shot dedicated to being a patient (orgasm research perhaps?) 🤤 dealers choice on character(s)
ok here's the thing anon, when september comes around I will have JUST the thing for you 👀 medical kink galore, baby, I promise! so sit tight and hopefully we will fill your feed with all sorts of delicious fics. for now, I kinda took a lil spin on this from a spank bank idea ive had!
im actually a breast aug girlie (reduction just a few years ago) and it's been the best thing i've ever done! so I used that as the inspo for this idea, which is entirely self indulgent. the scars reader has are considered anchor style scars which you can google if you need a visual! hope you enjoy!
|| robby x reader || smut mdni 18+, no pinv, breast exam, medical malpractice (like, big time), breast play, orgasm experiment, overstim, nipple orgasm, dirty talk, things get spicy pretty quick cause im tryna keep these short! jack abbot cameo ||
wc: 2.4k
"Do you feel anything there?"
You shook your head.
Dr. Robinavitch—Dr. Robby, sweetheart, he'd corrected when you'd called him that the first time. Everyone calls me Dr. Robby. And no, you would absolutely not be unpacking the way the pet name had made your spine tingle approximately thirty seconds into meeting him—made a small noise in his throat as his hands cupped underneath your breasts.
He looked so focused, too. His eyes fixed on your ten thousand dollar investment, his hands big enough to nearly engulf the soft flesh of each globe as he lifted them carefully, testing their weight in his palms. When you'd first untied your hospital gown to let it fall into your lap, he'd studied your incisions, even praised your surgeon's work. But you'd come into his ER in such a state after your hookup last night that you'd barely heard the compliment.
Because your Hinge date from last night—a gorgeous, gorgeous man, truly, which only made this entire thing more devastating—had put his mouth over your nipple. Something you used to love. Something that could get you going embarrassingly fast, enough that you'd sometimes twist them yourself when you were getting off alone.
And you'd felt absolutely nothing.
You'd kicked him out mere hours ago, too panicked to explain or even reach any sort of climax—only for you to stare at the blue screen of your phone to begin the frantic Googling. Then you’d called your surgeon's office three separate times despite being fully aware it was 2am. And, finally, pulled on sweatpants and presenting yourself to a Level I trauma center at three in the morning with a chief complaint of, ya know, numb tits. Luckily, the woman behind the desk had barely blinked at your nonsensical needs, as if she'd heard far more dramatic injuries anyway.
"Dr Robby—" you said timidly, and his big brown eyes flickered up to yours, a little hmm? coming from his throat. "Do you think—" Your face started heating before you'd even gotten the sentence out. "Do you think I'll ever… feel anything again? Like—"
Your eyes widened—Jesus Christ, that had sounded bleak. But God forbid you were concerned about losing one of your favorite sensations forever.
"Like… what if I can never…"
"Never what?" he asked. His voice had gone lower somehow, a little hoarser.
And you hadn't missed the fact that his thumb had begun stroking along the side of your breast, the latex of his glove sliding smoothly over your skin while he watched your face for any reaction.
"Well… it's just that… before my surgery, I was always able to… y'know. Just from…"
Your face felt like the surface of Mount Vesuvius.
Shifting in the exam chair, your fingers found a loose thread where the vinyl cushions met in the corner and wound it around your fingertip.
"Sweetheart, I'm a doctor." He said kindly, patiently. "You don't need to be embarrassed. Go on."
"I…" Your lips pressed tightly together before you forced the words out. "I used to be able to have an orgasm."
His eyebrows lifted.
"From nipple stimulation?" Dr. Robby clarified, his head tipping slightly.
You nodded, embarrassment making all your nerves in your body heat in a line of wildfires.
Whether it was the clinical concentration of something new to discover or something considerably more interesting, his expression changed— his mouth pulling downward at the corners in an impressed little frown before his eyes dropped back to your breasts.
"Wow," you heard him mutter under his breath, and your stomach flipped.
"Well," he continued, adjusting his hands around you, "then I think we need to be a little more thorough."
"Okay," you croaked out.
"I'm going to try stimulating the nerve endings directly now and see what you can feel. Is that okay with you, sweetheart?"
There it was again— that stupid little pet name from a stupidly handsome doctor. You were so fucked.
You nodded your head, a little too quickly, if you were really paying attention to notice. You hoped he didn't realize your enthusiasm.
Dr. Robby's hands moved then, pushing your breasts together a bit more, his eyelids dropping considerably as he took in your chest again.
"Talk to me. Tell me what you can feel, okay? Scar tissue can take a while to heal, to be able to feel anything, really. Did you massage your scar lines? Apply ointment to them or anything, sweetheart? Especially around here?" he asked, his gloved hands moving so he could bring his pointer finger to one areola, circling it carefully around the scar.
You squeaked a little, the visual of your doctor playing with your breast making your belly flip, and you could feel the involuntary clench between your legs. But you still couldn't quite feel the sensation of touch. "Mhm, yes, I did. Um—but I can't—can't feel—um—"
"Close your eyes. Concentrate now," he ordered. "Tell me if you can feel this."
You obeyed his order, holding your breath as you waited for the feeling. It was odd—you could feel the pressure of being touched, could tell that his hand was there, but you couldn't actually feel the line of his finger tracing your areola.
"No, I can't feel anything. Oh god, what if it's really gone forever…" you whined, legs kicking a little petulantly, brows pinching at the realization that your favorite orgasms might never be within reach again.
"S'okay, relax. What about—this?"
You took a deep breath, shoulders dropping, and then you felt a sudden pinching sensation that made your eyes open wide. When you looked down, Dr. Robby's blue gloved forefinger and thumb were pinching the skin right around your nipple.
"Yes, I can—I think I can feel that!"
He grinned up at you, eyes crinkling with amusement.
"Excellent," he said, nodding. "Close your eyes again, now. What about… this?"
Your back arched slightly before you could stop it, another pinch, but directly to your nipple, making your mouth fall open.
"Ohh," you moaned, then immediately caught yourself, clearing your throat. "Yes. I can feel that."
"Very good," he said, and you were thankful for him giving you the grace of not commenting on your growing state of arousal. "On a scale of one to ten, how much?"
"Like…" You had to think about it. "A three? It's mostly just—pressure?"
"Right, okay. I'm going to increase it now. You tell me how it feels, and especially if it hurts, okay, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Dr. Robby."
He was silent, and you peeked through your lashes, not opening your eyes fully, only enough to take in his face as he looked at your chest.
But as your lids opened, you happened to glance directly into his lap as he pulled the stool a little closer.
And the obvious tenting of his scrubs.
You closed your eyes very quickly, pushing your own legs together.
His fingers pinched a little harder, and you jumped. "Oh!"
"How's that, hm?"
His voice had gotten significantly hoarser the more you reacted to his touch. You were just plainly happy that you still had feeling at all, even if the doctor testing it was apparently having a reaction of his own.
"That's—really good—" you murmured, licking your dry lips where they'd remained parted around little gasps of air.
You also hadn't realized that your back had been arching into him further and further, seeking more of his hand every time he changed pressure.
"I want to try one more thing, really test these little nerve endings, okay? Can you keep your eyes closed for me?"
You nodded. "Yes, sir."
Your eyes opened despite the command, a little ashamed at the sudden moniker, but he was smiling to himself, his tongue dipping out to moisten his bottom lip.
"Eyes closed. You're doing so good."
You did as he said.
The pressure alleviated, his fingers releasing you, but you could just barely feel the tip of one tracing around your areola again. Then came a puff of cool air across your chest that had you jumping beneath his hands. He must've licked his finger first, wetting your nipple with his own spit before blowing gently over it.
"Oh, fuck—" you moaned.
"That's good. What a good girl. Stay just like that."
His voice had gone completely husky now. Your brain had just started to short circuit between the difference of you’re doing so good and being a good girl when —
— you felt his mouth on you.
Instead of opening your eyes, pushing him away, calling for help like a normal fucking person might do when her ER doctor decided to put his mouth on her tit, your hands flew straight into his hair.
Robby groaned.
His lips latched around your nipple then, sucking—and sucking hard. It was nothing like last night. Last night, you'd freaked out when your date couldn't get any sensation out of you, his mouth working gently yet uselessly against numb skin until panic had swallowed whatever arousal you'd had.
You didn't have time to wonder why this was different, because Dr. Robby's teeth caught your nipple and nipped.
Your mouth opened around a throaty moan, your back bending almost inhumanly toward him as your fingers clawed deeper into his hair.
"Oh fuck, yes, just like that—" you mewled, your hips beginning to rock against the hospital bed beneath you.
Robby moaned into your chest, his slightly hooked nose pressed against your sternum while he kept up his ministrations, his other hand coming up to take your other nipple between his fingers and pinch even harder.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" It was all you could manage, moaning into the room even louder. "That's so good, so good, Dr. Robby, oh, please don't stop—"
Instead of listening to you, though, he pulled his mouth away.
"You gonna come just like this, young lady?" His breath hit your wet nipple before his thumb rolled over it again. "Fuck, that's so good. Come on, rub that pussy on my hospital bed. I can see how badly you want it. C'mon now."
"Yessss—!" you whined, pulling at his hair in hopes he'd lower his mouth again.
Instead, he brought up both hands, catching your nipples between his fingers and pinching even harder, pulling them forward and up, making your chest follow him instinctively for reprieve from the pressure. The pain shot pleasure through your chest, like sparks into your belly and was so fucking delicious that your eyes opened, mouth hanging loose, brows pinched as you stared down at him.
"Yeah, you like that?" Robby's darkened eyes dragged over your face, head still tilted as he looked up at you on the bed. "See? These beautiful tits are just fine, baby. C'mon, let me see you come from me playing with these cute nipples. Your surgeon took good care of you." His fingers pulled again, making you gasp. "I'm gonna do the same. Come for me, baby."
Your head fell back, chest pushing out even further into his hands, one hand still buried in his hair while the other gripped the side of the hospital bed. Your body locked up, pussy clenching around nothing while your chest tingled and your breasts remained helplessly in his clutch.
"She must be feeling so neglected, huh?" His thumbs pressed over your nipples harder, eyeing your rocking hips. "Pussy all wet from me playing with your breasts, sweet girl?"
You nodded, breath catching as your orgasm finally tore through you, your body jerking against the hospital bed while his hands stayed firmly around your breasts.
"Yeah, bet she is."
He watched you twitch and convulse, moaning in his hold while an unmistakably pleased little look settling over his face.
"That's okay. I can check her next."
Your mouth stayed open as you finally were able to full in a few steadying breaths as the swell of your orgasm died down, your heart still beating hard and trying to catch up with the licks of pleasure still making you twitch. Dr. Robby's hands became softer, no longer pinching or pulling but just tenderly soothing to your skin. His palms were so warm and greedy even through the gloves as he massaged them gently, thumbs moving in small circles along the lower curves and around the scar lines without touching the nipples he'd just thoroughly proven were still very much functional.
"There you go," he murmured, quieter now. "Easy. Just breathe for me."
You let out a breath that turned into a helpless little laugh somewhere in the middle. "Jesus Christ." you smiled, "that was… crazy."
Robby smiled back. "Feeling better?"
You cracked your eyes open and looked down at him.
He'd somehow ended up between your legs, still on the stool as your knees rested over the edge of the bed, ankles hanging loose, the insides of your calves knocking lightly against his thighs every time you kicked them anxiously around. His hands had moved down to either side of your hips, fingers twitching to touch while he watched your face with an expression far too pleased with himself for a man who had supposedly been conducting a neurological exam five minutes ago.
"A little." you said sheepishly.
"A little?"
"Okay." You swallowed another laugh. "Considerably. I was, uh, pretty freaked out earlier. Thank you.”
His hands slipped from the mattress to your thighs, rubbing slowly over the skin just above your knees. You looked down at them, then back at him.
"So…" you started, still catching your breath. "Professional opinion?"
Robby's mouth twitched. "Your breasts work."
You snorted.
"That's your official diagnosis, doctor?”
"That's my preliminary diagnosis." he corrected.
"Oh, preliminary." you nodded, as if, yes of course how could you have been so silly?
"Mhm." His hands moved a little higher along your thighs. "I'd hate to make any definitive statements without a complete examination."
You were still smiling down at him as his hands gently pressed into your skin, settling around the soft flesh of your hips, your knees spreading another inch around him as he leaned in further without either of you acknowledging it.
There was suddenly a voice calling for him outside the door, followed by the swell of hospital noise and the metal clacking of the curtain being pushed aside.
"Robby, brother, you good in here?"
You lifted your hands to cover your chest, Robby turning slightly to see who was coming in.
But you already knew.
Because you recognized his voice even before his hand slid the curtain open and his eyes landed on the scene in front of him.
Standing there, one hand still wrapped around the fabric of the only thing keeping the rest of the emergency department from seeing your exam with the chief attending, was the gorgeous—and I mean, gorgeous—man you'd kicked out of your apartment approximately five hours ago.
Jack Abbot stared at you.
You stared back at Jack Abbot.
His eyes flicked down to Robby between your legs, then back up to your face, and instead of looking surprised—or horrified, or even remotely confused—his mouth curled into a smug, amused smile.
"Guess we skipped the part where we talked about what we do for a living." He chuckled. “Could’ve saved you the trip, sweetheart.”
ok sorry for the corny one liner at the end i didn’t know what to doooo!!! thank you so much for requesting and reading! ilysm!!! my requests are currently open :)
—݁˖ 𝜗𝜚 ANDREW ‘POPE’ CODY who accidentally tells you to stfu while knuckles deep inside you.
WARNINGS ! 18+MDNI fem reader, praise kink, pet names (baby, bunny, sweetheart, good girl, sir, daddy etc) sub/dom dynamics, fingering, size kink if you squint, orgasm control if you squint, dacryphillia, slightest suffocation
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Smurf had been letting you crash on the couch for the past two weeks while you tried to figure out how to afford an apartment.
So when you got back from work, exhausted and missing your boyfriend, he was already sitting on the couch waiting for you in silence.
You dropped your work bag and kicked off your shoes as you quietly approached him.
“Hi baby..” You whispered.
His whole face immediately lit up the moment he saw you, he set his beer down and motioned for you to lay with him.
You slid yourself next to him as your back pressed against his chest and your head rested on his bicep.
“Is everyone asleep?” You asked nuzzling into him.
“Yeah…tell me about your day.” He mused while placing his calloused hand on your hip.
“It was so boring Andy, my feet hurt, my back hurts..and i think my periods coming because my boobs are like rock hard-“ He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at that while his hand slowly lowered from your hip to your lower stomach.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, soon you won’t have to work at all..we’ll get our own place-no more couch hopping.” He breathed out as his hand slid into your pants, past your panties. His thick finger was warm against your clit
“I know-i just don’t know if i can handle working at the bar. Too many stupid drunks-“ You muttered out closing your eyes as your thighs clenched around his hand.
“Yeah?” He groaned out in your ear whilst running his finger along your wet slit before slowly pushing his thick finger inside of you.
“Mhm…i didn’t get many tips either-“ You huffed biting your lip to swallow the moans coming from your throat.
He slid a second finger into you keeping them curled as he maintained a steady pace. He loved how tight and spongy you felt while his thumb pressed against your clit. You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up with being quiet, so you kept talking.
“I served this girl, she-fuck..she was nice and left me fifty dollars just for showing her where the bathroom was-“
“Such a sweet girl..you feel so good” He whispered as his fingers worked faster. You chased the feeling with your hips as you could feel the warmth in your tummy.
“Then-then there was this one guy..he was an asshole and made my coworker-“
“Shut the fuck up.” He barked as his fingers stopped inside of you.
You turned your head to look at him, he knew he fucked up.
“Andrew you-“
He instantly covered your mouth with his free hand as he shook his head.
“I’m sorry-baby-i’m sorry i just meant…you can stop talking now.” He chirped as his fingers began moving again.
He didn’t move his hand from your mouth, in-fact, he held it there tighter making you breathe out of your nose as much as you could. He loved the control he had over you, how fast he could make you shut up.
You both were panting heavy and he could feel your hot breath against the palm of his hand as his fingers reached so deep inside of you hitting the sensitive spot of your pussy. You were so tired and your eyes began to droop from the sensation and lack of sleep.
"Good girl. You can do it, baby I know you're tired, but you're doing so well for daddy." He grasps onto your face tighter and you can feel his hard cock pressing into your ass.
“Mmm Andy-“ You choked out against his hand as small tears slipped your eyes that made him practically smile. You could feel your orgasm coming-hell so could he.
So he stopped, he pulled his fingers out of you resting his hand over your pussy with a low laugh, a teasing one of you will.
“I’m gonna carry you to the shower..and i’m gonna fuck you till you forget who you are.” He spat out while tapping your pussy.
You nodded as the tears went down your nose falling onto the couch. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth.
“You think you can be quiet bunny?” He asked grabbing your jaw softly to avert your gaze towards him.
“Yes-yes sir..” You whimpered as he tapped your pussy again sending a jolt through your spine.
“Atta’ girl.”
first drabble & andrew cody fic!!
thank you to- @spankyourlocalbrat for the lovely idea!
i think peter parker is a lot like dennis whitaker in that he doesn’t start out with a thing for fauxcest, he just likes that you like it. but then he develops a huge taste for it.
YES EXACTLY !!!!!! he doesn’t even know it’s rly a thing until you accidentally sputter out, “pete…. dad isn’t gonna catch us, right?” and he’s slowing down his thrusts a little confused. “no.. no, baby? are you okay?”
jason todd, who moans like a pornstar. first they're raspy and deep, the kind you'd expect from a burly man who drives a motorcycle. but as he gets closer to the sweet taste of release, the noises become pitchy, almost whining. he's embarrassed by how easy he sounds; the way a well placed nip of your teeth can pull a broken, whiny noise from the man's throat, no matter the length he goes to hide it.
jason todd, who can't shut the fuck up when he's inside you. it's like his brain shuts down; he's unable to stop himself from saying "you look so pretty like this, ma," when he's folding you in half, his lips between his teeth like it'll keep the sound of low, broken whimpers from leaving his throat. it never does.
jason todd, who underestimated how much he'd end up liking the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck, just barely providing a hint of pressure. something about it just makes his mind feel fuzzy with pleasure, like nothing matters but the feeling of your fingers on his skin and the feeling of being inside you.
jason todd, who wants you to smack him around a little during sex. you're riding him, hips slamming down over his in a sweet rhythm. yet it's not enough; he's perilously close to the edge, but jason just needs... needs... "hit me," he babbles from beneath you, his brows furrowed in flustered frustration, "hit me, ma."
your hips stutter as you cock your head, murmuring a low, "what?"
"hit me, i... i need--" he groans in quiet frustration, "smack me, baby, please."
and ever one to please, you do.
the moan jason lets out is sinful. its a broken, needy thing; the kind of sound you want to keep for yourself alone, like a treasured secret.
a few centered around his family—he always sits or stands to the left of dick, always makes cass her plate, always brings dessert to gatherings because nobody can do it as well as he can.
a few about his work—he always starts on the south end of gotham and works toward the north, always cleans his guns an hour before patrol, always puts his right boot on before his left one.
then, he has several for you.
he always flicks your sky projector on fifteen minutes before you’re done getting ready for bed, he always lets you take a bite of food first before picking his fork up, he always lets you read the prologue of a book he’s considering purchasing.
but your personal favorite?
jason always lets you kiss him first.
he’ll lower his face to yours, keeping the space between the two of you until you lift your lips to slot against his. whenever he wants affection, he’ll draw closer, look at you with those utterly compelling eyes of his, and wait.
he waits until you respond—whether it be reciprocating his energy or not.
he doesn’t take from you. he loves whatever you give him, even if it’s merely eye contact.
even then, he’ll graciously accept it because it’s from you.
jason has a habit of waiting for you to kiss him first, not because he’s nervous or shy.
he waits because he knows what it’s like to have things taken, and he always wants you to have a choice.
dadbf!frankcastle , use of word dad , not proofread blurb
18+ minors do not interact..
coming home after a long day of the worlds bullshit , having his ear talked off by someone he couldn't bother to remember the name of. but he didn't care. no no he dosent care about anything that isn't his little girl, all soft and pretty and pliant and always so good. so easy and pretty compared to the rest of the world that's it's really not his fault he gets off on something so taboo.
picking your outfits like your doll, your small stature making it easier then hell to move you around whenever and however the wanted really, coddling and cooing you whenever he got the chance. always mentioning how he's "older and wiser" how "his little girl" needs him. and even when you could do it yourself, you let him handle it, let him care for you in every aspect. doe eyes and short skirts, asking him to reach things on the high shelf's, that was nothing. that could have been anyone, but not anyone was his bunny huh?.
He couldn't fuck you any rougher, pounding into you at a rate that made your head spin, drool pool at the corners of your mouth as your face was pushed deeper into the bed, his large, very large frame keeping you still, right there. his angel, so small and pliant and frankly the sounds the wetness of your cunt we're making we're obscene. whines and moans and whimpers that where met with the soft cooing of him. deep rumble of voice pressed against your temple as each stroke drove deep enough to kill any brain cells still working. "atta girl, that's dads baby." too strung out on his cock to fully realize daddy had slipped into dad.
thinking about reader dragging her wet cunt over Jason’s thigh to get off.
𑄝੭ MDNI ── smut
You're already trembling when he pulls you into his lap, one thick thigh sliding between yours. "Look at you," he murmurs, voice low and warm, "clinging to me like you can't wait another second." His hands settle on your waist, thumbs stroking slow circles over your skin as he guides you forward until your bare cunt meets the hard muscle of his thigh.
Heat radiates through the denim, and the first slow drag of your slick folds over the firm line of his leg draws a shaky sound from your throat. He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest. "Already soaked, sweetheart. Making such a pretty mess on my jeans." He flexes the muscle beneath you, giving you something solid to grind against, and the pressure against your swollen clit makes your hips jerk.
"That's it," he encourages, one palm sliding up your spine to cradle the back of your neck. "Use me. Take what you need." Every roll of your hips smears more of your arousal across the dark fabric, the wet spot spreading with each needy pass. His cock is a thick, insistent line against your hip, twitching every time you whimper, but he doesn't rush you. He just watches, eyes dark, letting you set the pace.
Your fingers curl into his shoulders, nails biting through his shirt as the friction builds. Pleasure coils tight and low, each drag of your clit over the denim sending sparks racing up your spine. He leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I can feel how close you are. Your little pussy's fluttering, baby. Gonna come just from rubbing on my thigh?"
You nod, breathless, too far gone to feel shy. The words only make you grind harder, chasing the edge. He meets each movement with a subtle lift of his leg, giving you more pressure, more friction, until your rhythm falters and your thighs start to shake.
"There you go," he whispers, voice rough with affection. "Let it happen. I've got you." His free hand slips between your bodies, thumb finding your clit for one gentle circle, and that's all it takes. Your orgasm crashes over you in hot, pulsing waves, your cunt clenching around nothing as you soak his thigh even more. He holds you steady through it, murmuring soft praise against your temple while your hips twitch and your breath stutters.
When the aftershocks fade, he eases you down against his chest, one big hand stroking your back in slow, soothing lines.
"My good girl," he says quietly, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead. "So beautiful when you come for me."
ⓘ KITTENLITTER 𑄝੭ : warning this writer is a weirdo, and quite frankly a really strange person , this will reflect a lot in their fics. All the fics you see here belong to me, yay.
⊹ jack abbot makes you ride him while you finish fighting
warnings: 18+ minors dni! unprotected piv, established relationship, multiple positions ( spooning, prone, cowgirl ) fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, biting, jack jealousy-bating, jack provoking overandover again, angry sex!!!! lots of name-calling, hair pulling/tugging, light spanking, literally them using sex to take out frustration ⊹ notes: ANDDDDD POST BYE !!!!!! queued her
pettiness was your strong suit. it was – in fact – one of the reasons why jack had fallen for you in the first place, back when it had been aimed at anyone but him. he’d found it utterly delightful, his little menace that could hold grudges like a steel trap. it’d turned on him now.
you’d folded into the far side of the bed, facing the wall, your spine all stiff. you’d stormed in here twenty minutes ago mid-argument and claimed the bed like a fort, and you’d been lobbing grievances over your shoulder ever since, even as jack finished getting ready in the bathroom, even as the water shut off and his footsteps came and went.
“and another thing,” you announced in the direction of the wall. “if it were my work thing, you would not call that a date. you’d call that watching me work. which is what this is. so don’t act like you’re being romantic – ”
“are you done?”
you were, in fact, just getting started. if all went according to plan, you would’ve continued this after the event (you weren’t that petty) and been mad in his ear allllll night long, lullaby-ing him to sleep with a list of all his wrong choices; you would’ve named a problem for every hour in a sweet sing-song voice.
you made your first mistake by glancing over your shoulder at him; shirtless, slacks open and belt dangling, hair still slightly damp, standing in the doorway like he had all the time in the world and no fight to lose.
it was, frankly, a cheap shot to show up looking like that in the middle of an argument you were winning.
he raised a brow, then shook his head before he crossed the room in three long strides and climbed in behind you. his fingers went straight to the hem of the t-shirt you’d put on after finishing your makeup and pulled it over your head. you made a sound of protest, but lifted yourself up just slightly to let him do it. answer enough, you supposed.
he tossed it aside, and his hands were immediately on you, sliding down your ribs until one hand settled on your hip, fingers splaying, while the other dipped lower, cupping the curve of your ass and giving it a squeeze that made you inhale sharply.
“still mad?” he asked, leaning in for his mouth to brush against your shoulder blade. his hand kneaded at your hip, moving to the soft inside of your thigh.
“yes,” you said, but it came out weaker than before. “jack – ”
your words stopped as his hand moved from your hip to your breast, gathering the weight under his palms before his thumb came up to brush against your hardened peak.
“hello? cat got your tongue?” he said through a snort, pulling you flush against him, chin going into the curve of your neck. he ground his hips against you then, letting out a low breath through his mouth. he pushed a fist into the mattress by your ribs, caging you in. “what d’you wanna talk about?”
“i’m serious, jack,” you said, trying to force your voice even. “you wouldn’t call it a date.”
he hummed, fingers shamelessly sliding down as he said, “come on, baby. if you wanna keep talkin’ about this, you gotta do better than that.”
“do better – ” you let your neck turn back to face him, and he immediately tilted his head down, his tongue peeking out as he tried to bite back a grin. “ – my points are good enough.”
he ducked and caught your mouth, teeth nipping at your lip the same second his fingers slid under the lace. he smiled into the kiss, fingers running down your folds. you pulled away immediately, going to face the wall again.
“did this happen when you called me a smug asshole?” he circled the pad of his finger once over your clit, causing you to shudder slightly against him. “or when you decided i’m a liar?”
“jackass,” you muttered.
“real creative.” he shifted behind you, other hand going to shove his slacks further down his hips, freeing his cock. he pulled back slightly, and wrapped his hand around himself, stroking once – twice – before pressing the head of it to the curve of your ass. he exhaled once through his nose, intertwining his fingers through yours and moving them around him.
“i’ve been like this for the last twenty minutes,” he supplied casually, then groaned when your fingers instinctively moved around him.
“i’m still mad at you,” you said, but you were already moving your hand because you did also want him inside you. it’d been too long.
he rocked himself into your hand. “yeah – okay. let’s fix that, too, while we fix this.”
he moved to his side, lining himself up between your thighs before fitting himself in between. his fingers slid down your underwear again, fingers grazing over your folds before pressing down on your clit.
his fingers continued circling, while two others slid lower, the hard line of his cock pressing heavy against your ass each time he rocked forward.
“can’t call this a date,” you muttered, even as your breathing picked up.
“no?” he murmured. “this won’t do?” he nodded absentmindedly behind you, then his fingers came up just to slide down your underwear over the curve of your hips and down your thighs until the lace was sitting at your knees.
“two weeks – missed this,” he muttered, more to himself than you, and immediately pressed back into you, sliding his cock fully between your thighs now, the head of him dragging through your folds with every roll of his hips.
“also, it is a date – i’m takin’ you – ” he said, angling his hips so his head notched against your entrance. “ – as my date.”
“it’s not.” you pushed your hips back against him.
he tutted softly, hand holding the base of him as he pressed his tip against you, just enough to make you feel the pressure of the stretch starting, then pulled back.
“impatient,” he murmured, doing it again.
“we don’t have time,” you shot back. “just put it in – ”
“yes, ma’am,” he breathed out, amused, and angled himself to sink into you with one slow, sharp push. his entire body went rigid the second he bottomed out, a groan rumbling in his chest as the stretch hit you.
a broken sound came out of your throat before you could swallow it, after two weeks of nothing. your walls instinctively clenched around him, and his grip on your hip went bruising-tight.
“fuck, been so empty haven’t you?” his forehead dropped to your shoulder blade. “sorry, sweetheart. forgot you just needed me like this.”
you tried to glare, albeit at the wall, but your hips pushed back to take the last inch of him. “shut up.”
he just laughed softly, already pulling back to go again. “i know i’ve been thinkin’ about this every night.”
your teeth grit together to hold back the moan, your fingers twisted into the sheets as your body clenched around him on instinct, spine arching even while you fought to stay rigid.
“so mad at me – shit, huh?” his fingers came up with some tremor to your shoulders, pulling you into him even further as he slid in. “just ‘cause you missed this, baby? should’ve asked hours ago instead of arguin’ with me about tonight.”
your hips moved back to bury him to the hilt, causing his palm to tighten on your shoulder with a groan. “no, i missed you,” you said sharply. “you, asshole.”
his breath shuddered, and you felt him nod against your skin. “makin’ such sweet words sound so mean.”
he punctuated his words by moving his hand down to your spine and shoving you forward, forcing your chest flat against the mattress. he followed you down, pinning you completely – chest-to-back, hips locked tight against your ass – prone. his knee nudged yours wider, letting him sink even deeper on the next stroke.
he blew out a sharp, deliberate breath into your ear. “can’t run that mouth so easy when i’ve got you like this, can you?”
“are you trying to shut me – ” you started, words coming out into the pillow.
“huh?” he dipped his head to the side to meet your smushed face, brows rising in amusement. his forearms came up to rest at the curve of the back of your neck. “sayin’ something?”
you twisted just enough to glare at him over your shoulder, still trying to form the argument – something about obligations and dates and missing him so much – but the words stayed half-formed when he pointedly drove in particularly deep and your breath left you in a sharp, broken sound.
he watched your face with a small, smug smile, not slowing.
“yeahhh, that’s what i thought,” he muttered and kept fucking you. his mouth brushed the shell of your ear. “poor thing, can’t even finish a sentence. needed this, huh?”
“i did not – ”
“mhm, lying now, too – ” his forearm flexed, fingers coming out to absentmindedly brush your hair out of your face. “thought i was the liar.”
“don’t touch me,” you muttered, turning your face into the pillow again.
“stop squeezing me so tight then,” he said through a rough pant, thrusting up once meanly.
“i’m not kidding – ” you said, firmer now. “it was a – fuck – shit thing for you to do.”
“mhm.”
“i’m not being unreasonable.” you had to grit your teeth together when one of his palm came down to knead the side of your hips. “a date is you and me – your being a shit boyfriend when i haven’t – ”
your words cut off with a sharp gasp as he rolled the two of you in one irritated motion, keeping himself buried as he put you on top. his hands clamped hard on your hips, pushing you down until you were seated fully on his cock.
the sudden shift punched the air from your lungs, and before you could steady yourself, he was already driving up into you.
“jesus, you just can’t let up,” he muttered, eyes locked on where you were taking him. “wanna look at you ride me while you keep running that mouth.”
“getting tired, old man?” you raised a brow.
he shook his head softly, fingers reaching out to rub over your clit.
“old man, shit boyfriend – m’fucking you and letting you argue.” he pressed a harder circle, pausing only to come down on your ass in a sharp slap suddenly, making you gasp. “giving you everything you need at once, and i’m a shit boyfriend.”
he reached out to press his palm flat just below your navel.
“can’t take me on a date – ” you used his chest to pull yourself up, then come down, “ – though.”
his eyes flicked up to your face with a small, strained smirk as his fingers pressed down firmer on your stomach.
“it is a date,” he said, as he drove up hard to meet you on the next downward slide. his other palm flexed on your hip to keep you down as he pushed up even further. “fuckin’ – nice event. you. me. dressed up.” he took in a sharp breath through gritted teeth as your nails dug into his chest. “sounds like a damn date to me.”
“it’s work,” you shot back. “you’re just calling it a date so you don’t have to feel bad about cancelling.”
“i didn’t cancel – anything.” his hand came up to push into your hair, pulling your face closer. “i invited you. you want me to leave you home, huh?” his jaw was tight as he tugged your hair back slightly. “things happen. plans change.”
“i don’t want to watch you work, i want to spend time with you,” you managed, surprised by how even your voice came out, considering.
“christ – ” he used the grip on your hair to keep you close, foreheads nearly touching. “actin’ like i signed us up for a week in the desert. it’s dinner. you don’t wanna go?”
he leaned to press your forehead against his. “don’t. imagine alllll the women who’ll try to talk to me, huh?”
“asshole,” you breathed out, nails digging into his shoulders now as you lifted and dropped again. “asshole.”
he snorted through his nose, tugging once on your hair before letting go, leaning back down onto the pillow. “keep ‘em coming, baby. keep punishin’ me for havin’ a job while you’re sittin’ on my cock.”
his hand went to your thigh, spreading on wider so he could push up even deeper.
“you want time with me?” he muttered. “this is time. right now. i’m in you. you’re on me, and you’re still finding ways to be pissed.”
he tilted his chin to catch your lips between his teeth. “you want me to yourself at dinner? i’ll fuck you in the bathroom if you want that, too.”
“this isn’t the same and you know it.”
“isn’t it?” he sat up further, both arms going around your back so your chests were flush. “because from where i’m at, i’ve got my girl riding me, calling me names, and still taking inch like she’s been starving for it. feels pretty damn close to spending time together.”
“principle – ” you tried to say, words cutting off as your hands got distracted to tug at the short hairs at the nape of his neck harshly.
“principle’s pretty shit when i can feel you’re close,” he murmured, mouth brushing yours.
“yeahhh,” he breathed out, feeling you clench on him as your thighs started to shake. “we’ve got ten minutes and if you wanna finish this fight, you finish it on my cock.”
“won’t make it better,” you said through gritted teeth, trying to push through the building pressure – chasing it, pushing it away. “you still – jack – made this whole thing about you – ”
your sentence broke off into a sharp, helpless moan as the orgasm crashed into you. jack didn’t let up, if anything he held you down tighter, hips rutting up against you as you came.
his eyes were trained to your face, pupils thoroughly darkened. “aw, i’m sorry,” he cooed, fingers coming up to brush the hair off your face. “you were in the middle of tellin’ me off. don’t let me interrupt you.”
you opened your mouth to keep going, voice still shaky, and jack’s arms slid up your back to pull you down flush against his chest, crushing you into him so your face was buried in his chest.
“please finish what you were saying,” he muttered against your ear, one forearm caging you in. he let out a soft snort when you only whimpered, then added, “i’ll help. you were saying i was making this whole thing about myself.”
“you always – always do this. make everything about you and then act like i’m being difficult,” you – well, lied.
jack groaned low at your words, only spurred on even more.
“i do? y’really think so?” he mused, almost conversationally. his hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and pressing there, holding the pressure while driving up in one-timed strokes that made you gasp. “i make everything about me?”
“you do – ” you started, but the words dissolved when he pressed his palm flat against your lower belly, the pressure from both angles sudden and overwhelming, making everything tighten impossibly.
you groaned into his neck, and he tilted his face to the side to press his lips along your hairline.
“yeahhh, clearly i do.” he pressed a kiss to your ear, almost tender. “it’ll make me feel better to know you’re sittin’ all mad throughout the dinner you don’t wanna go to filled with me.”
brat running her mouth and getting cock shoved in her mouth… she instantly shuts up and forgets what she was even talking about.. just self soothing by sucking on robbys cock <33333
18+ mdni cw light cnc? UUUGGGHHH need. neeeeed. im such a sucker for cockwarming and head-in-lap blowjobs so this really does it for me
you've been crabby all day and running your mouth and earning low reprimands n threats n sharp little warning smacks on your ass....
once evening rolls around robby thinks he finally has you settled-- you're snuggled up beside him on the couch while he scrolls on his phone with your favorite show on the TV-- but there is a strong emphasis on thinks. he is quickly proven wrong when some random background character gets a speaking line and you say, "she's so pretty."
it's clear in the way you say it that it's not just an observation. you're not just speaking aloud, it's very much directed to robby. expecting a response. robby glances up from his phone and offers a simple "mhm," hoping to placate you, but you're quickly lifting your head from the crook of his shoulder and shooting him a look
"what does that mean?"
robby takes a breath through his nose and his eyes flit over to you. it's written plainly on his face that he doesn't like where this is going. "It means "sure, honey, whatever you say""
Despite his carefully crafted response you don't miss a beat-- "so you think she's pretty?"
"Not as pretty as you," he lilts, reaching out to pinch your cheek with an appeasing smile before it falls away and his voice flattens, "so drop it."
"But she is pretty--"
"Stop." He says, shaking his head. "Don't do--"
"I mean, you just agreed." You speak over his warning, face still stubbornly set in a scowl. "You just said she's pretty."
"Hon, you brought it up." He reminds you, his calm voice starting to strain with wavering patience. "And you talk plenty about how hot you think actors are."
"That's different," you snipe back. You know just as well as robby that you're being unreasonable, but you're itching to pick a fight. "You said you don't care when I say that, kind of stuff, but I care, and she doesn't look anything like me." Robby unzips his fly and pulls down his boxers as you go on your bratty tirade "So, what, do you wish I looked more like her--?"
"Shhh," Robby urges. His big hand finds the back of your head and guides you down towards where his other hand is stroking himself to hardness. "C'mere." He guides his tip towards your lips. "Don't--" he grits out when you stiffen your neck in resistance and stubbornly seal your lips tight. "Open, baby. C'mon."
Your eyes flit up to shoot him a mean glare. He raises a brow. You open your mouth to speak-- "You said sh--"
Robby seizes the opportunity to push his cock past your parted lips, shushing you again. He groans softly at the wet heat of your mouth, then nods when you seal your lips around his head, suckling gently. "Attagirl. That's right, you know what to do."
Robby pets your hair while what is, at this point, almost pure instinct kicks in. Your lashes flutter subtly, the familiar weight of his cock on your tongue making your heartrate slow and your irritation fade into the background. Your brain practically starts pooling out of your ears.
"That better now, sweetheart?" Robby coos when you hum contentedly, using his thumb to swipe away some drool that has gathered at the corner of your mouth. "Yeah. Just need a cock in your mouth and you settle right down.'
Hello, i was wondering could you do one of like robby and jack with a fox reader? Like she has a huge fluffy tail and red hair etc!! Love you work
i shall be adding to this but with dennis...
okay, so because bunny reader is a ditz, i think that fox reader would be the complete opposite. she would be smart and manipulative and sooooo difficult to deal with.
she would outsmart robby and jack constantly.
they would put all these rules in place like, no touching yourself without asking first, or, no leaving the house without a chaperone.
and she would just sneak around them so easily. they wouldn’t even know that she broke a rule unless she told them.
they have all these punishments set up, but sometimes they can’t even bring themselves to punish her, because they are just impressed.
well, jack would be impressed, but robby wouldn’t be.
robby would dole out most of the punishments. his favorite is a chastity belt, but he keeps having to replace them because she would keep breaking them or getting out of them.
jack doesn’t really punish her because she will just drop to her knees and that makes him give up pretty quickly.
i think that she would take a lot of pride in her looks. she has the most beautiful red hair and a big bushy tail.
she spends hours brushing her tail and she freaks out every time she gets a knot.
she will complain to jack and robby about it, but they have very different reactions to her bs.
“jack!!! my tail has a knot in it because you got cum on it!!!”
“well i apologize for that baby, that doesn’t sound very fun. do you want me to help you brush it out?”
“no you’re gonna make it worse!”
“okay, can i sit with you while you take care of it?”
“fine.”
“thank you angel.”
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“robby!!! my tail has a knot in it because you got cum on it!!!”
“i know you’re not complaining about your boyfriend having sex with you.”
“you got cum on my tail! you know i don’t like when you do that!!”
“men cum, and cum gets in hair. it’s the circle of life. keep being ungrateful and your gonna spend some time in your belt.”
i think that jack and robby would both really like her tail, but jack would be way more touchy with it. he would always be petting it and admiring it. he would definitely chub up whenever she waves it in his face.
robby would also really like her tail, but he would kinda hate how easily it makes him lose his cool. like she would accidentally brush it against him and he would get visibly hard (which she thinks is hilarious.)
cw ⋆ fem!bratty!reader, aged up characters, rough p in v, fucking in the batsuit, everyone is a mean dom, pet names, spanking, overstimulation, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, light bondage, multiple creampies, duke is a softie for his girl, not proof read.
৻ꪆ bruce wayne
you’re rolling your eyes at him for the umpteenth time, so hard they might get stuck that way.
“go ahead! share your completely incorrect and twisted version of events!” your hand flies up, holding it in his face. “mhm!”
which is brave. very brave of you. because no one talks to batman that way.
his jaw tightens, white lenses of the cowl fixing on you. it’s both intimidating and the exact reaction you wanted… and it gets you wet knowing you riled him up successfully.
“careful,” he growls lowly, that wide bubble of patience he usually has shrinking fast.
but you keep going, droning on and on about how you’re in the right. that this couldn’t be your fault. you’re batting your lashes at him, offering up a slimy, fake-ass smile.
before you know it you’re pinned against the batcomputer console, huge arms caging you in, cape large enough to drape around the both of you.
“you think you can talk to me like that, little girl?”
you don’t get the chance to snap a reply. a gloved hand rips your shorts and panties to the side, the last bit of patience he had draining, leaving you on display exactly like you deserved to be.
normally bruce is so meticulous in how he preps you for his cock, but not this time. her sinks in in one brutal thrust.
“you’re such a— nghh,” the insult dies as he hits that spongy spot inside you just right, your brattiness turning to nothing but broken moans in real time.
you won’t be cumming until you’ve apologized. batman does not tolerate brats; he breaks them.
৻ꪆ dick grayson
dick laughs in your face the second you start giving him attitude.
“aw, feeling a little bratty tonight, huh?” he’s patronizing you and he knows it gets you wet.
you roll your eyes and scoff, holding up a your palm in a talk to the hand gesture.
dick catches your hand mid-air and spins you until you’re pinned against the wall of your apartment. you should’ve known better, known you didn’t have a chance against him, but you often pushed your limits.
no space is left between you now and dick takes that as his opportunity to grind his hard cock against your ass, lips brushing against your neck.
“keep talking shit. see what happens.”
and you do. running your mouth, wrinkling your nose, the whole nine yards.
bad idea.
he smacks your ass so hard it stings before throwing you over his shoulder.
“you’re so hot when you’re mad,” you’re set on the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress, and then you’re met with dick’s stupidly handsome smirk. “but we’ll need to fix that attitude.”
you end up tied down at the wrists before he spends a ridiculously long time eating you out, stopping right before you cum every time.
“hm? what’s that?” he languidly licks at your oversensitive clit. “you wanna cum?”
you’re whining is met with no remorse, just an infuriating little grin from between your legs.
“thought you were too busy being a brat.”
unlike bruce, dick will fuck you as a reward for your apology. he’ll bend you in every position until you’re begging for him to stop.
৻ꪆ jason todd
this is basically foreplay. arguments are usually a result of your brattiness and his temper and it usually ends in hate sex.
he’s significantly less patient than his adoptive brother and father, so arguments don’t last too long. you’re rolling your eyes, insulting him, even getting in his face until your nose to nose.
that’s when he snaps.
“alright, that’s fucking it,” he grabs you by the throat, cock twitching hard at the little sound you make when he squeezes your sensitive flesh.
doesn’t matter if you’re in the safe house, in an alley against his bike, he’s taking you however he wants to.
you’re pushed to your knees and within seconds his cock is shoved down your throat, a guttural groan leaving him.
“that’s what you fucking get for being such a damn brat,” he bites, but it’s breathless, your fluttering throat enough to make his knees buckle.
your watery eyes and constricting throat around his cock almost makes him cum, but he pulls out before you can get that satisfaction.
you’re then bent over the couch or his bike and he’s yanking your panties down so hard the seams rip.
he lines up and shoves inside you roughly, squeezing your hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“bratty little shit… you love pissing me off so i’ll fuck the attitude out of you, don’t you?” he pounds into you hard, giving your ass a firm smack.
won’t give up until you’ve apologized multiple times. he’ll go multiple rounds until you’re exhausted.
৻ꪆ tim drake
similarly to bruce, he has lots of patience. you start with your endless attitude and he simply watches you like he’s calculating your every move.
when you least expect it, he bends you over the back of his desk chair and snakes his fingers into your pants, thumbing your clit just enough to relieve the tension but not enough to make you cum.
“look at you being such a brat. think you can get away with that?” he coos in your ear, fingers teasing your entrance. you buck up into his hand and to your short-lived surprise, he sinks his long fingers into you.
you end up cumming embarrassingly fast. again. and again. and again.
tim edges you for so long, not budging once. you’d never know his arm is tired.
and then finally, he sinks his cock into you.
“say it again,” he huffs against your ear, rocking his hips up into you. “call me an asshole. say it while i’m filling you up.”
he’ll have you cumming on his cock in minutes.
৻ꪆ aged up! damian wayne
damian’s the most insulted, and turned on, standing there with his arms crossed, baffled you’d speak to him that way.
“tt. how dare you speak to me in such a manner.” he mutters lowly. dangerously.
your condescending tone would make his eye twitch instantly, but his pants unreasonably tight.
when you least expect it, he grips your chin, angling your eyes to meet his intense green ones.
“you will learn respect, beloved,”
you’re suddenly quiet as he lifts you with sword-calloused hands like you weigh nothing, pressing you against the wall.
you’re already so wet just from giving him attitude he doesn’t even bother prepping you. just slides right in, easily.
he spends an obscene amount of time fucking you against the wall, marking up your neck so everyone knows exactly who you belong to when he’s finished with you.
but he doesn’t finish there. he can’t just let you off after that little stunt you pulled. so he pulls you into his lap, making you ride him while he sits like a king.
“apologize, or i stop.” his naturally commanding tone keeps you babbling apologies pathetically until he’s satisfied.
you’ll end up walking funny for days afterward.
৻ꪆ duke thomas
duke is easily the nicest of the batboys and, therefore, the most stunned when you pull out your attitude, eyebrows nearly at his hairline.
he’s the most rational, trying to calmly explain his side of the story while you’re rolling your eyes again.
when he realizes he’s not getting through to you, his expression dims a fraction, turning into something darker. a little unfamiliar, but a welcome change on his pretty face.
“oh… you really wanna play like that right now?” his voice drops and your stomach dips, sure that your panties are soaked but now.
before you can sass him back, duke scoops you up in his hold, dropping you onto his full-size bed. he presses up against your backside, hand grasping your chin.
“keep running that pretty mouth and i’ll give you something better to do with it.”
you roll your eyes again, but duke chuckles lowly. “bratty tonight, huh? alright then.”
you don’t get a second to protest or talk shit before your panties are yanked to the side, two fingers slipping right into your soaked entrance, curling his digits just right.
“that’s it… take it. all that attitude and you’re still clenching around me like you need this.”
he fingers you until you’re whining and fluttering around his fingers, nearly cumming right when he pulls out.
before you can bitch about how empty you feel without his fingers inside you, it’s quickly replaced by his cock, cutting you off effectively.
duke fucks hard when he’s riled up.
“apologize nicely and maybe i’ll let you finish.”
unlike his adoptive family, he’s much nicer. and also a softie for you, so the moment you whimper a soft sorry, he sinks all the way to the hilt and cums inside you.
"I didn't know you were so sensitive," jack abbot, angst, oneshot plz :)
more than my boss
prompt: “i didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
summary: reader gets a little jealous and realizes she doesn’t want to be ‘just casual’ with jack anymore
content warnings: mentions of sexual relations (not described), slightly jealous!reader, doctor!reader. afab!reader, kind of douchebag!jack, power imbalance (jack is an attending and reader is an r3), age gap (reader is 30, jack is 50), situationship (WATCH OUT!), inaccurate depictions of a doctor's work shift probably? (i tried my best), sexist loser patient, argument in the workplace, no happy ending, photos above aren’t related to the story, i think that’s it?
wc: 1.3k
5 prompts for 50 followers event!
your drive to work that morning is pretty peaceful. you can hear the sound of birds chirping, and the faint smell of grass seep through your drivers side window that’s slightly cracked open, mixing with your mint air freshener. the huge pothole that had been on your street for the past year was finally fixed the previous day, so you have a smooth, un-bumpy ride. and to be honest, the fact that you had just gotten laid about three hours ago is also helping. just a teeny bit.
when you pull into your parking stop at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, grabbing your bag from the passenger seat before stepping out, the spring air on your skin is a bit chilly but the sun beaming down on you makes you feel warmer. you walk through the waiting room, shuffling around all the annoyed people that are generating enough body heat to make you start sweating if you had stood there long enough. god, you hated watching all of these people sit here. but you also knew that every doctor and nurse in this hospital was working as fast as they could, while also dealing with their own personal stress, the stress of their coworkers, and the stress of every patient they treat for 12 hours straight. it wasn't fair on anyone but that's just how it was, unfortunately.
after putting your bag into your locker and changing into your scrubs, you move toward the nurses station to grab a tablet and find your first patient of the night.
your first four patients are calm. well, as calm as an emergency room can be. first, you had to give a kid stitches in his cheek because he fell down the stairs playing with his brothers. next, you had a 28 year old woman who complained about severe abdominal pain, that turned out to just be gas from some jamaican food she had gotten from a food truck. then, you had to help two med students realign their patient’s dislocated shoulder.
when you walk into the room to treat your next patient, his face immediately falls.
“i already talked to a nurse,” the older man explains as you close the door shut behind you.
“well, then it’s good i’m a doctor,” you peek at his chart, “mr. prescott.”
“you’re a doctor?”
you nod once, “yes.”
“oh, are you one of those medical students ‘cause the nurse told me this is a teaching hospital.”
“nope. graduated medical school 3 years ago. i’m a third year resident. any more questions?”
he sits up a little more in his hospital bed. “yeah. could i get a different doctor?”
your eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion. “have i done something wrong, sir?”
“no, i just want someone a bit more… qualified.” he looks out the window behind you, pointing, “like him.”
you turn your head to see who he was talking about, only seeing mateo standing there. you turn back to face the patient, pointing in the same direction he is, “him?”
“yeah, the guy in the gray clothes. could i get him?” “that’s mateo. one of our nurses here. and while he is a great nurse, you have voiced you’ve already seen one.” you glance back at his chart once again. “so, how about you tell me what your symptoms are and i can start helping.” you plaster a smile on your face.
when you look up to meet his eyes again, he’s still scanning the lobby. “what about him? the one with the coffee in his hand?” he nods his head toward where he’s looking.
with a small sigh, you turn yet again to see who he was talking about. “dr. shen?”
“yeah, yeah. dr. shen. could i get him?”
“one minute, mr. prescott.” you leave the small room, walking toward the attending with an agitated expression.
when you get closer, he stops his conversation with parker and turns to look at you. “oh no, what did i do now?”
“nothing. my patient requested that you treat him.” you hand him the tablet, watching him as he reads it and takes a sip of his dunkin.
“i don’t get it,” he shrugs, “he just has ankle pain.” “well, he took one look at me and said he wanted someone more ‘qualified’.”
the attending looks at you, head quirking to the side. “qualified?”
you cross your arms over your chest, “yeah, he pointed at mateo before he got to you.”
“oh,” shen says with a realization. “want me to say something?”
“no, honestly you’re taking a load off. i gotta catch up on my charting anyways.” the coffee-addicted doctor nods, going to see his new patient as you walk over to the nurses station.
you sit at the small desk to work on your charting. the task makes you 10 times more tired than if you had just dealt with sexist asshole shen was taking care of. but when you see robby in his street clothes, following jack with a small grin on his face, your interest piques.
“c’mon, brother. when’s the last time you got outta the house?” robby inquires.
your eyes follow the pair as they walk over to the other side of the central nurses station, and jack shrugs.
“it’s just one date! you’ll like her, she’s a great cook,” robby continues.
“i like to cook for myself,” jack responds, tapping the screen of the tablet in his hand with his pointer finger.
“great. then you two can cook together.”
jack turns his head to look at robby, “don’t you gotta get home?”
“i’ll leave once you say yes.”
“fine,” jack sighs, moving to look back to the electronic in his hand. “text me her number.”
“yes!” robby exclaims as he starts walking toward the exit. “you won’t regret this, brother!”
what the hell? did he seriously just do that? accept a date with some random woman right in front of you? like he wasn’t just inside of you less than 12 hours ago?
your eyes stayed glued to jack, and your body moves before your brain makes the conscious decision. “dr. abbot? can i get your opinion on something?” you ask with a low voice once you’re standing next to him.
“sure, what’s up?” jack replies, still focused on the device in his grip.
“in private?” you raise an eyebrow.
jack’s gaze moves to yours, staring for a split second before he nods, following you into a private on-call room. he pulls the curtain shut behind him, turning to see you standing in front of him with an annoyed look. “what?”
“what was that?”
“what do you mean?”
you squint your eyes at him. he can’t be serious. “what just happened with robby.”
he’s quiet for a moment before speaking again. “what about it?”
“are you for real?”
“what?”
you scoff, “look, i get you want to keep this under wraps at work but i’m getting kind of tired of you acting like you’re just my boss around me. you know it’s more than that.”
jack opens his mouth to say something, then closes it when nothing comes out. when he finally speaks, he’s looking down at you as he shrugs nonchalantly. “i didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
“sensitive?”
“yeah. i just thought we were… y’know… keeping things… casual.”
you take a step back, growing the distance between you two. “right.”
jack’s head tilts as he takes a half step toward you, reaching a hand out. “c’mon, you know that’s not what i meant—”
“no, i know exactly what you meant. i gotta get back to work.” you move to walk around him but he puts his arm out, stopping you by your waist.
“can we just talk about this?” he pleads.
“you said what you had to say. there’s nothing more to talk about.”
that time, you do manage to push past him, and make your way back to the central nursing station. you know he won’t talk to you about it in front of everyone. because to everyone else, he’s not more than your boss. and maybe that’s what he thinks too.
authors note: this ended up being wayyy shorter than i wanted but whatevs
NSFW ⟡.· ft. jack abbot + fem. reader. he loves his babygirl. no doubt about it, but he’s always been strict about you not teasing him while he’s at work, you’ve always liked pushing his buttons though, and when you disobey, someone has to put you in your place. abbot mocks you through it, implied age gap, mean! jack abbot, brat taming, pussy spanking, daddy kink, dumbification, slight dacryphilia. 3.8k.
shawn hatosy hyperfixation is like an infection and i have been infected. first time writing for papa abbot, reblogs + comments are always appreciated. ^_^
abbot isn’t known for his patience. he wasn’t level-headed or calm; sure, he doesn’t crack easily under pressure—any feelings of unease or stress he keeps close to his chest. jack could offer advice; he could talk a resident through a complicated procedure because surgery was taking too long to respond to their page; he could talk about hard and complicated issues using his personal experience, but he wasn’t patient.
you’ve recently developed the frustrating habit of pushing jack’s buttons: you teased, you pushed, you wanted, and while he was more than willing to give, that sentiment only stood when you listened.
you knew better than to send him that. jack knows you do, but knowing doesn’t take away the want to do it.
jack had felt the vibration of his phone inside his pocket as he spoke to ellis, though he didn’t open it then. working night shift in the emergency room meant dealing with the shit you don’t see during the day. it was hard finding time to answer a message from his girlfriend mid-shift, but jack knew you well.
you got pouty if your message sat unanswered in his phone for too long. the last thing he wanted was to come home to see your doe eyes glittering with hurt.
once he finally had a moment to spare, he stepped away from the traffic of the floor, intending to check his phone quickly, expecting a sweet message from you. once his screen lit up, your notification sat on top of a mountain of unnecessary email notifications from newsletters, appointment reminders, and useless travel deals he wasn’t going to take. you had sent him a picture captioned with: ‘i miss you so much, daddy. i couldn’t help myself :(‘
that alone made jack’s shoulders tighten. while he was all for fun and teasing, he had always told you not to send him risky texts when he was at work. not simply because the lives of others sat on his hands; no, he could handle the weight of the world while making sure a person had the best chance to live. he was simply impatient, and if he got turned on while you weren’t there, he disliked the action of waiting.
if all goes to shit mid-shift, he would have to stay for much longer than intended to try and help the transition from night shift to morning shift, which meant spending more time away from you.
after a second of trying to think of what you could’ve possibly sent, he found himself opening the text, despite knowing it would just piss him off. once the picture loaded, the sight of your heavy tits spilling from under your shirt filled his screen, with your hand reaching down between your thighs.
jack felt his body heat up, warmth coming to his neck as he tightened his grip on his phone, jaw clenching tight as he stared at all the little details of the picture, noticing his sheets, your lack of panties, and the small smile curved on your glossy lips. with a frustrated breath, he typed back a quick response.
‘You know I don’t like it when you tease me at work.’
your reply came quick; you had learned early on that if you message him back fast enough, there’s a higher chance of maintaining a brief conversation another before he had to get back on the floor.
‘what are you going to do about it?’ your reply read.
an amused scoff left jack’s lips. who did you think you were? a brat, that’s for sure. of course you just wanted to irritate him; he could see right through you. jack knew you better than anyone else you knew, and he was no better, so your little bratty scheme was effectively working.
‘Just you wait until I come home.’
he typed back with a heavy breath, leaving his lips before shoving his phone back into his pocket, both hands moving towards the back of his neck as he laced his fingers together and rolled his shoulders before he spared a quick glance at the floor. trying to focus on his job while the mental image of you needily rubbing your clit remained in the back of his head felt like his own personal purgatory. he could imagine it vividly: you nuzzled against his pillow with your hand between your thighs, practically humping nothing to soothe the warm ache inside your belly.
bratty girl, eager for daddy, but painfully insolent.
you knew how to push jack’s buttons so well you could be considered an academic with the level of skill that goes into riling up your older boyfriend.
you only wished you could see him, with his jaw locked tight as he continued his work in the emergency room while the idea of you festered inside his brain. jack always looked so good when he was irritated; it only made you miss him more.
his bedroom was a constant reminder of him, from the prescriptions littered around his nightstand down to the yellowish-brown boots he wore when he volunteered for the pittsburgh swat team. with a soft sigh, you plopped down against the bed, curling up against his worn bed sheets before you moved to press your head against his pillow. the smell of his shampoo, sweat, and cologne occupied the air; you moaned to yourself. your delicate hand moved down your stomach before pressing between your thighs as you waited for jack.
already fantasizing about what he would do to you when he arrived back home.
“j—jack—!” you cried out, your tone high-pitched and desperate.
you lay on your side, his sheets rubbing against your sticky skin as the pad of his fingers worked vigorous circles against your sensitive clit, his touch making your body feel feverishly hot. jack lay behind you, his body warm against your back while his free arm lay beneath you, his free hand gripping your breast tight as he kept you pinned against him while he groped you.
his firm chest and soft belly pressed against your back as he nuzzled his face against the curve of your shoulder, his scruffy stubble rubbing against your soft skin as he glanced at your side profile. jack savored the sight of your pretty face while his fingers toyed with the sensitive ball of nerves between your thighs, feeling your body twitch and jolt against his, considering the proximity between you two.
his fingers were thick, his skin coated glossy with your slick, while your hips rolled against his hand desperately, from both the want you had for him and the desperate need you felt for more friction.
“you’re so wet, baby.”
jack cooed, squeezing your chest while applying more pressure against your nub, making your body jolt from the increased pressure applied to your poor clit. you let out a soft sound, barely a gasp, before a breathy moan left your glossy lips. “jack..” you whined; the sound of his name on your lips made his body feel hotter than it was.
“what’s wrong, baby? isn’t this what you wanted?” he taunted, watching you squirm as he continued to toy with your slick pussy, glossy from all of the attention it’s been receiving through the night.
your eyes were shining, sparkling under the dim yellow light of jack’s lamp, his curtains drawn to keep the sunlight out.
as you mewled, your hand moved to rest above his over your chest, fingers shaky as you tried—pathetically—to pull yourself together. the difference in hand sizes was painfully obvious at such a stark comparison. you babbled small words, mostly whimpers of his name, while he made more of a mess from your aching cunny.
jack knew you like the back of his hand; he knew how you bounced your leg when you sat still for too long, how you fiddled with your fingers if you wanted to ask him something but you were too shy, and how you bit your lip when you were deep in thought. he knows he knew you better than anyone, which meant that he knows exactly where to touch to make your brain feel fuzzy.
his hand remained firm, squeezing your chest, fingertips brushing against your hardened nipple to make you tense, before he pulled his other hand away from your cunt. the loss of touch earned an immediate sound of disapproval from you.
“w—what? — why did you stop?” you grumbled, squeezing his hand to accentuate your frustration.
“you really think you’re going to get off after not listening to me?”
jack rasped, the hand that left your clit moving to rest briefly on your stomach before he moved it towards the back of your knee, pushing your leg up to spread you open for him, his heavy dick sitting against your inner thigh as he shifted slightly from behind, angling his body to get better access to your drooling cunt. pushing his available knee up, he tugged you closer, moving his arm from beneath you to rest under the nape of your neck while his hand moved to tangle itself in your hair.
you kept yourself spread open for him as he threw his thick arm over your stomach.
“w—what?” you stammered, for a moment not understanding what he meant.
you were so turned on that it made your memories feel distant, and for a second you forgot how you had gotten yourself into this situation. the memory of your brattiness hours prior refreshed in your mind slowly, and before you could babble out an excuse for your behavior, a sharp spank hit your drooling cunny; the stinging pain that followed afterward made your body jolt.
“what?” jack repeated, drawling out his words mockingly.
“ow!” you yelped.
your thighs twitched; your first instinct was a meek attempt to close your legs to ease the lingering sting.
jack was quick to stop your motion, though. his strong hand caught the back of your knee, then forced your leg up as before.
“jack—!” you wanted to argue, telling him this wasn’t fair.
“what’s wrong, baby?” he mused. “i thought this was what you wanted?”
before you could think of a reply, another sharp spank was landed against your aching pussy, making you wince from the sting.
“please,” you whimpered; the words that had come to you just a second earlier were forgotten under the touch of his hand.
“please? for what?” he replied, uninterested in your whines. “what have i always told you?”
you frowned; he was scolding you, like he always did when you acted out of line. biting your tongue, you huffed, letting your silence be enough of an answer. you didn’t want to get scolded; you were a big girl, and despite wanting to act as if the resistance was because you wanted to seem independent, the true reality was that you wanted to egg jack on.
your little act of defiance didn’t impress the older man, which earned you another spank on your cunt, harsher than before. this time, your body acted faster, and as you cried out from the sting, your thighs slammed shut.
warmth came to your eyes as the sting made your nerves surge, jack tsked, his hand wrapping around your thigh once more before yanking your legs open.
“you asked for this, sweetheart,” he reminded, keeping his grip on the back of your thigh tight as you squirmed.
“m’sorry, daddy,” you said quickly, hoping to butter him up to lessen his tension.
daddy could be so mean sometimes.
“it’s too late for sorry now, baby.”
he crooned, moving his hand away from your leg, trusting you would keep yourself spread open for him, to wrap his fingers against his hardened dick, his hand working up and down his shaft in slow pumps.
his words earned a whimper from your lips.
he could be charming, clever, and pampering, but if jack wants to be mean—or if you push his buttons far enough—he can be really mean. while you loved getting out of your place by your daddy, you always seemed to forget how harsh he could really be.
feeling his dick press against your drooling cunt made your stomach flutter; his cock was big, almost too big. the first time he fucked you, he made you cum twice while he stretched you out, just to make sure your pretty little cunny was ready. the girth of his cock was almost unfair too, with pretty veins curling around his shaft that make your brain melt when they rub against your walls.
jack pressed himself against your back, making sure to keep you close as he peered over your shoulder to glance down between your spread thighs.
“what has daddy always told you?” he repeated, tone softer, though you knew better than to think he was going soft on you, the older rasp of his voice making you squirm.
finally deciding to stop misbehaving—mainly because you wanted to feel him inside you—you pouted, leaning your head back against his thick arm. you glanced to your side to look at him.
“you tell me not to tease you while you’re at work.”
your tone was muted, the words spilling behind your pouty lips, because you don’t like admitting when jack is right.
“and what did you do today?” he asked, clearly rhetorical.
“i teased you..” you answered begrudgingly.
“and what happens when pretty girls want to act like brats?” he continued, tone authoritative, as if he was teaching a kid a lesson, before leaning closer to press a kiss against the side of your neck.
“they have to be put in their place,” you replied softly.
“good job,” jack praised, voice rough despite his tauntingly soft tone, as you reveled in his praise—you let yourself believe maybe he would let your behavior tonight slide, settling to fuck you while babying you the way you liked. feeling jack slap his hardened length against your pussy, you felt a shiver go down your spine in anticipation.
those hopes of getting let off easy felt possible as jack brought the tip of his cock against your aching cunt, pushing your glistening folds apart before aligning himself carefully.
that hope came to a crashing stop as you felt jack’s thick, heavy cock slam deep inside you.
bratty girls don’t earn gentleness.
the sudden intrusion dragged out an involuntary cry from your lips. the force of his hips making your ass made your body jolt, his dick was girthy, pushing apart your warm, slick, walls to make room for him. as his cock settled inside you, the tip pressed against your spongy cervix, the fibrous organ warm and welcoming despite his force, your cunny has taken his cock too many times to count, by now your body was conditioned to take his length without much stress. though when you and jack first started having sex, he used to coax you gently, sliding in inch-by-inch while your eyes got glossy from the stretch.
a heavy groan left jack’s chest as he felt the firm grip of your walls around his girth, moving his arm to rest over your abdomen. jack caged you in against his chest before drawing his hips back and shoving himself inside.
his thrusts set the tone. his cock rubbed against your gummy walls as he pushed his hips back; you let out a breathy sigh before his length was shoved back inside you. jack’s dick hit your cervix again, and again, and again; his breathing became heavier, his eyes shutting tight, the creases of his crow's feet deepening at the motion.
you were putty in his hands; the idea of being silent was laughable as his cock battered your sensitive pussy.
the sounds that left your lips were a disarray of moans, pants, and cries of his name.
“ja—jack, m’so full!” you whined, lips parted in an ‘o’ shape while your body bounced with every sharp thrust of his hips. his cock made your brain numb; every ridge, every vein that pressed against your spongy walls made your toes curl.
at your cock drunken words, jack felt his stomach tighten hard, hearing you mewl such desperate lewdities turned him on more than he wanted to admit.
hearing his baby girl cry out because of him was one of the greatest pleasures he got when he fucked you.
“yeah?” he panted, his face pressing against the hollow of your shoulder, your skin sticky against his as he continued to slam his hips against your own.
“i thought you didn’t mind when daddy filled you up?”
he taunted, moving his arm from your stomach down to your slick clit, pressing his finger against your hardened bud to see you shudder. you nodded at his words, despite knowing he was actively making fun of you.
“that’s what i thought,” he crooned, sucking in a heavy breath as he continued to toy with your clit, your leg spread, making sure jack had access to your messy cunt as he fucked you.
your eyes felt warm as he continued to use you, your body shivering from the overstimulation that came from his attention. jack glanced over at you, shifting you so he could get a better look at your pretty face as your eyes glossed over with tears.
his lips curved. “what’s wrong, baby?”
you whined, your eyelashes clumping together from the wetness in your doe eyes. “it’s too m—much,” you babbled, words tumbling past your lips.
“too much?” he pressed. “poor baby, can’t handle daddy?”
you nodded, eyes glazed over as his cock battered your cunt, his tip knocking against your cervix over and over. “mmm,” you whine, too cock drunk to reply; you felt your mouth salivating while warm tears bordered your lash line.
jack’s hand moved from your overworked clit to your face, reaching over your body to turn your head to the side, making you face him properly. “use your words, baby; you know daddy likes well-spoken girls,” he cooed, voice soft despite the harsh shove of his hips. your tearful gaze met his, your eyebrows furrowed upward while your lips parted, trying to find the words to express yourself.
“you’re too big ‘n’ s’rough, my cunny can’t take it—!” you finally said, words slurring like a drunken sailor as he stared down at you expectantly.
fuck, you always sounded so pretty like this, practically incoherent from his cock.
“yes, you can. you can take daddy. you’ve done it before, haven’t you?” jack murmured, pressing a kiss against your tear-stricken cheek.
you whimpered, your walls tightening around his heavy dick at his softened words. while you loved when jack was mean, you couldn’t help but melt when he babied you while he shoved deep inside you. yours cunt tightened around jack hard, making the older man grit his teeth.
there was a knot in your belly you hadn’t noticed before, tight and warm, straining inside you with every push of jack’s hips against your ass.
gasping, your body tightened as a sudden push of his hips led to his cock pressing hard against that gummy little spot inside you that made you see stars. a long, drawn-out moan of his name left your lips as your back arched against his torso.
seeing this, jack let out a heavy breath, his grip on your body tightening to pull you closer as he continued to hit that spongy spot harder, harder, and harder, and before you could even try to mutter a warning about how close you were, that tight knot inside you snapped. your eyes shut, eyebrows pinching together as you cried out his name.
your already tight walls squeezed around jack’s heavy cock, the squeeze felt unforgiving as your hips rolled against him, your body instinctively twitching as you rode out your much-wanted orgasm.
locking his jaw, jack let out a grunt beneath you, pushing your hips forward to better his angle into your drooling cunt before working his cock past your tense walls.
“did i say you could come?” jack berated. “since when do brats get to come before daddy lets you?”
your eyes were half lidded, your body shaking from the aftermath of such a hard orgasm. your nerves were on overdrive, and your brain was foggy; the only reply you gave him was a shaky moan.
he moved his arm, the one he had under your head, to wrap around your delicate neck. putting you in a headlock as he continued to abuse your cunt.
his arm was heavy, his freckled skin brushing against your face as you rested your head against his forearm, your hands moving to pathetically grab at his muscular arm.
“is your head that empty?” he grunted. “can’t even speak, huh?”
you shook your head, a little whine leaving your lips as jack pumped himself inside you, your pussy milky from all the slick. the sight of you like that made jack’s body tense; you were so messy, so dumb over his cock, and seeing you like this—cock drunk and stupid made his body feel sensitive, his dick twitching inside your messy insides.
keeping your body molded against his own, jack chased his orgasm with more vigor than grace, his pace becoming less concentrated and more desperate with each pump of his hips.
with a choked groan, jack’s hips pressed against your ass, burying himself deep inside you as ropes of sticky cum left his twitching dick. his breathing shook as he rolled his hips against you slowly, savoring the feeling of his orgasm as he made sure to fill you up with every last drop of cum.
you moaned; the warmth that filled your belly made your stomach flutter with butterflies as your legs shook, jack’s arm loosened around you, and your hand found his, fingers intertwining as you felt warm in your belly.
jack let out a heavy breath, shuddering as he moved his hand to grip your thigh, keeping your legs spread as he finally slipped out of your cunt. finally he guided your thighs together before he pushed himself up by his elbow. his hand moved over your breast, guiding your body to lie on your back to see your glazed-over eyes.
“how are you feeling, baby?”
he softened, giving your chest a small squeeze before his hand pushed some of your hair out of your face.
you looked over at him, eyes half lidded and shimmering, before you nodded, still too drunk on his touch to think of a verbal response.
jack’s lips curved before he pressed his lips against your forehead, his kiss soft against your skin before he pressed his lips against your own. “you’re still a brat, y’know?” he mumbled against your lips, earning a soft noise from you before you reached up to rest your hand against his shoulder, squeezing the muscle before you kissed back.
“m’sorry,” you finally answered, words raspy after the cacophony of noises you made earlier.
jack pulled back, looking down at you knowingly. no matter how many times you whimpered apologies for your behavior, jack knew it wouldn’t last long. you were always finding ways to push his buttons, but he would be lying if he said he disliked it.
after all, jack would always love his bratty girl.
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