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andrew 'pope' cody knows how to braid and he looooves doing it for his girl (or any kind of hairstyle really) ! his brows would be furrowed in concentration, he looked angry almost. but never mistook it for actual anger — he just wanted his girl to look perfect !
but then, he'd get so frustrated when there's a single strand out of place or when there's a stubborn bulk on the side, he'd click his tongue and redo it again.
"what'll it be for today, sugar?" he asked as he thoroughly brushed the tangles out.
he carved his fingers through your hair so so gently, careful not to accidentally jerk your head back because of an annoying knot.
you usually sat on the carpeted floor, tucked in between his legs. but today, you needed to be closer to him — so you laid your head on his lap. your favourite way to get your hair done.
"hmm. . . braids?"
he breathed a laugh. "can't exactly do your hair like this, baby. sit up for me, will ya? please."
"you can just do one side first then i'll switch when you're done." you argued, though there was no real bite behind it.
then you added, "don't worry – when you grow your hair out a bit more, i'll do yours."
'how's that gonna work? my hair will still be too short,' andrew thought to himself.
he was so clueless.
your eyes were already closed. he didn't have the heart to budge you any further — you just looked so calm, so relaxed. he liked that he could make you feel that comfortable. it made him feel like he was good for something — good for you.
you fell into a deep sleep after some time. . . looking so perfect and so beautiful on his lap. ♡
🐑 : andrew cody are u ready to get ur luscious curls butterfly clip'd by me ? ALSO s1 andy who else cheered ! :D
from what we've seen in the show, you can't convince me that jack doesn't live for a good gossip session. and he's so messy with it too. like he does not care who's around, whether they're the victim or just an innocent bystander, he's talking about the latest gossip with you.
you were sitting at your desk, typing up one of your charts, when jack comes rolling in on a chair beside you. "did you hear about the latest girl of robby's?" he asks you, not even bothering to whisper. that catches your attention almost immediately. far more interesting than the information on screen in front of you.
"no, who?"
"do you remember shannon? she's one of the on call psychiatrists here." you nod. "well, apparently, she and robby hooked up last night and he left in the middle of the night. didn't even bother to leave a note. just up and left."
"how do you know all this?"
"because he's my best friend, sweetheart," he says it in that 'duh' like tone. "he told it to me himself. oh and the tension between them when they ran into each other earlier? it was uncomfortable as hell. you should've been there."
you snort, looking back at your charts. "god, i wish. no offense to your best friend, jack, but he's got a terrible track record with women. and she's so nice too! i can't believe he would ever do that to her."
"trust me, i've tried telling him that. but he just won't listen. no matter how many times-" jack's voice gets cut off with a sharp clear of someone's throat. it's almost comical the way you both simultaneously turn around, only to come face to face with gloria.
"are you two working or gossiping?" she asks with a stern look, crossing her arms.
nothing but a squeak comes out of you. jack might be an attending, meaning he's practically invincible to gloria and her punishment. but you were just starting your residency here at ptmc. she could easily write you off and send you away. but the man comes to your rescue without a second thought.
"don't get mad at her, gloria. she was working and i interrupted her. that's on me," jack says smoothly, shooting her his charming smile. it works well enough for her, since she accepts his answer with a soft hum before walking away.
"we'll finish our discussion later, sweetheart," he whispers to you, shooting you a wink.
flash forward a couple months to a year, and you're both dating. over time you had learned that jack was partially deaf due to his time in the army, so he occasionally relied on sign language to communicate. which he obviously taught you. your movements were a little more rusty and slow compared to his, but he was patient whenever you tried to talk to him using your hands. having this silent way of talking made it so much easier to gossip when at work. because now you didn't have to worry about others hearing you.
ellis and shen stand by the charge nurse's station, watching as you two talk by signing accordingly. "are they gossping in... sign language?" shen asks, taking a sip from his seemingly never empty dunkin cup.
"yeah, abbot started teaching it to her shortly after she got here," ellis answers.
"he never taught us sign language after we started working here."
"true, but we didn't start dating or move in with him either."
shen shrugs, taking another sip. "that's fair."
a loud laugh escapes you at something that jack signs, to which a huff of laughter comes from him in return. there's a small smile of admiration on his face, as well.
"i'm kinda jealous," shen speaks up after seeing that display.
"...yeah, me too. maybe she'll teach us so we can all gossip together."
idk who this is but hes very much giving young!Titus to me with the chain and black button up and now I can't stop thinking of 27/28yo Titus showing off and peacocking for you at any available moment like this is serious for him ok.
You think 50yr old Titus is persistent this fuck got energy and no ED. Hes showing off during hunts in case you're watching the tv, showing up at your seat later bloodied and red faced from exertion, grinning wolfishly.
"Didja see me out there?" leaning over you, crowding you, smirk on his lips. "Pretty good, right?"
Only to visibly wilt when you hmph all condescending and turn away "Must've missed it...sorry Ti~"
He'll huff and stomp off red eared but don't think ur rid of him yet bc this loser will find you during the party later, shamelessly puts his hands on your hips like you belong to him, pretty eyes pleading and lower lip pouty cause hes sooo frustrated.
murmuring all pathetic in your ear "why're you so cruel to me?" when you're hidden in some old room of the Danforth estate, away from the festivities, like he doesn't love it when you treat him like this.
moaning into ur mouth when you drag him by his chain to crash your lips together, teeth clacking n tongues down each others' throat, him knocking undoubtedly priceless shit off the nearest flat surface so he can lift you atop it, hungry hands hurriedly lifting your skirts up while you tug at his red locks.
"You love me cruel," you're snickering, at his expense no less, gasping when you feel his hard-on settle against your clothed cunt. Your bodice is next, Titus cursing under his breath when your zipper won't budge.
"You're fucking evil," he growls and nips your lips when you mockingly laugh at him again, thumbs grazing and teasing your nipples just how you taught him. His ravenous kisses trace down the slope of your neck and clavicle, his excited grunts getting louder when he reaches the perfumed valley of your breasts. "I thought I was evil but-"
"Touché, darling-" he lifts your leg over his shoulder in record speed, sinking to his knees so he can bury his face between your thighs and feast on your pretty pussy, already drenched for him despite your words. "Make me cum and maybe i'll consider being nice tonight, yeah?"
summary: your boyfriend sammy has no reason to feel insecure about his his weight, so you prove to him that you love the way he looks with some naked reassurance.
cw: MDNI !!!! chubby!sammy bryant, afab!reader, nicknames 'baby' & 'sweetheart', established relationship, talks of weight insecurity/weight loss app, unprotected p i v, creampie <3 wc: 1.3 k
a/n: repost because once this was once taken down by you know who... based on an ask from an anon! to my moots who got to read this already, here it is again teehee <3
sammy always got home later than you did. most times you'd be in bed asleep when when your boyfriend snuck into your shared bedroom after eating one of the home cooked meals you left in the fridge for him.
so it was normal for you to be half asleep by the time sammy quietly pressed a kiss to your forehead, set his things on the night stand, then went to take a shower. it was not normal however, for there to be a weight loss app notification pop up on his phone when you peeked at it to check the time.
your heart sank. when did he download this? there was no reason to. you loved sammy's body, he didn't need to lose any weight. what he looked like now was what attracted you to him in the first place.
you were fully awake, pouting and confused when sammy walked out of the bathroom. fully dressed in sweats and a t-shirt of course, because in the 5 months you'd been dating, he had never changed in front of you once. he also liked to keep his shirt on during sex and the lights off, having you face away from him or be on top.
"sammy, whats this?" you held the phone out to him, notification lit up brightly on the screen as he padded over to the bed. even in the dark room, you see sammy's plump cheeks go splotchy with pink.
he snatches back the phone and drops it on the wooden table, keeping distance between you as he stands next to your side of the bed, "nothing baby its just..." he scratches the back of his neck and sighs, "the guys at work were y'know.. makin' comments and stuff about, uh, my weight."
you balk and shoot up onto your knees, utterly offended. "what?! that's awful sammy!" he stuffs his hands in his pockets when you shuffle over to him and rub at his shoulders. he sounds so defeated that you want to cry, "no they're right sweetheart. i gotta do somethin' about it."
you bring your hands to his caress his chest, knowing that he won't let you go any lower towards the belly pudge that he never lets you feel in missionary. "you don't need to change anything about you sammy. i love the way you look." he scrunches his freckled face in disbelief, cringing as if you'd said the exact opposite. " 's alright baby, you don't have'ta lie." you huff when he grabs your hands, stopping their descent to his soft belly.
"i'm not lying." deciding words wont work, you shift on your knees, leaning forward to press kisses to his neck. you feel yourself get needy even just having him in the same room as you."i love your body sammy." his breath hitches at your words and warm lips that trail to his round jaw.
"i love you under me, i love you against me, and i love you inside of me." he lets out a broken sort of sound when he drops your hands. you push past the ache of sadness in your chest when you run your hands along his stomach and you feel him suck in.
you peck at his chubby cheeks then his lips, trying to pour all the want you feel for him into the kiss. you break away with a heavy breath to reassure him. "i love your body sammy... it gets me so wet." his eyed widen, fingers tightening at your side. "y-yeah?" you nod as you grab his meaty hand, moving it to cup the center of your dampened panties. "feel."
sammy groans when he runs his swollen fingers along where you're dripping for him. "jesus baby, y-youre soaked." you nod again and kiss at his face, "all for you sammy. for all of you." he whines before surging forward, catching your lips in his and falling on top of you onto your bed.
instantly your legs circle his thick waist, you gasp when you feel his heavy erection rub your aching cunt. he grinds his hips into yours as you whimper, both of you pawing at each others bottoms to try to shove them aside.
once your panties and top have been discarded, your hands grip the bottom of sammy's t-shirt. he freezes mid kiss on your breast as you start to pull, he reaches to tug the fabric back down before you've even gotten to his belly button. "baby- i don't-" "please sammy." you whine, rolling your hips against his boxers that you've left a wet patch on. "wanna see you. please."
he buries his face into your neck, curls tickling your cheek as he places a weak kiss to your collarbone before whispering. "o-okay. you can take it off." you hum contently as he loosely lifts up his arms for you to pull his shirt off as he kicks off his boxers.
you don't bother holding back the loud moan that sounds from you when you feel his round stomach press against yours. you loved how intimate it felt, the warm curve of his belly fitting like a puzzle piece on top of yours. "feels so good sammy." you whimper onto his lips, and he doesn't know if you're talking about him being completely naked for the first time, or his fat cock pushing into you.
in reality, it's both that have you panting like a dog in heat, running your hands all over the exposed freckled skin of his back and stomach while whining and hiccuping about his length stretching you out enough to brim tears in your eyes.
you're already embarrassingly close just from feeling his soft body bare on yours and the position that he finally allows you to stay in. your legs are wrapped boa constrictor tight around his waist, crying out when he grinds as deep as he can and you feel his coarse pubes rub against your sensitive clit.
you babble as he kisses at your throat, his thrusting turning animalistic. "sammy- feels so good- so good! oh god-!" each moan of yours has your boyfriend feeling more confident, in a matter of minutes he's pulling back to gaze down at you, letting you see his blushy chubby cheeks and the bouncing of his cushy chest instead of hiding in the crook of your neck to make himself seem smaller.
your unfocused eyes catch on his tummy and you whimper, clenching around him in a way that has his hips stuttering. you claw at the pudge, trying to bring him back to press himself against you to feel the proof that you treat him well enough for him to physically wear it.
"does- fuck- does that feel nice sweetheart?" he asks nervously even though you've been screaming about it this entire time. you're soo close, gut twisting in pleasure as you kiss whatever part of him is closest, licking the words onto his thick, sweaty neck, "yes- feels s'good! love y-your body sammy. loveyouloveyou!" he curses as he pushes your legs back until your knees hit your chest and his cock drives even deeper.
you're coming instantly when the head of him hits a soft spot that makes you choke on air, moaning praises and his name until sammy's right there with you, groaning and squeezing his hazel eyes shut tight. both of you shudder and pant iloveyou's against each others lips as you're filled until he's dripping out of you.
once his thrusts slow to a stop, his hefty frame collapses on top of you with one final whimper of your name. you stay lying there for a while, wrapped in each other and lazily running your hands on the warm skin you're entangled in.
sammy moves to withdraw his softening cock and you whine, tightening your ankles at his back. you grip his curls and force him to meet your eyes, pouting through your voice thats hoarse from moaning his name, "i don't want you to lose weight."
he huffs a laugh, surprised you even remembered how this all started. sammy nods and places a soft kiss to your lips, "if you let me pull out and get you some water, i'll delete the app right now then we can go again baby."
Synopsis: 18+ MINORS DNI! You sext Robby while he’s at work. He plays with you the minute he gets home. It’s a win-win!
Content: shameless smut, porn with very little plot, daddy dom!robby, sub!reader, afab!reader, little bit of brat taming, daddy kink, hair pulling, oral sex (m-receiving), mutual masturbation, Robby is rough, reader is a #freak, dumb-ification, condescending praise, degradation, begging, lots of nicknames, traffic light system, spit play, finger sucking.
A/N: first time writing smut but I literally couldn’t stop thinking about this, so please enjoy this entirely self-indulgent pure filth <3 god forbid a woman is a bit of perv! no penetration bc idk if this is good and I wrote this at 1am, but if people are interested i will happily make it longer in another post <3 enjoy!
You really did know better than to tease Robby all day. It started out innocent enough. Texting him that you missed him, what he wanted for dinner, etc. But then he asked for a pic of your outfit, that was mistake number one.
A few pics of you all dolled up in those sets you bought on his card, and one agonizingly long shift later— Robby came home with a score to settle.
You were laying back on your shared bed, scrolling on your phone, legs spread wide as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter at the sound of Robby’s heavy steps booming through the house. The minute he stepped past the doorframe, he stopped to take you in.
Your nipples peaked through the light blue lace of your bra, your matching panties becoming a slightly darker shade due to your arousal. You arched up a little at the sight of him.
“Hi Daddy.” You greeted, as innocently as you could. Your facial expression was anything but.
“Don't ‘Hi Daddy’ me.”
Robby’s eyes were dark as he gazed upon you like you were prey. His heart was racing as he watched you look down at his aching bulge. That sent a twitch right to where he wanted you most.
“On the floor, on your knees. Now.” His voice commanded.
You threw your phone across the bed, a shit-eating grin on your face as you quickly got up and kneeled before the large man, hands in your lap, head down. Robby got a fistful on your hair, yanking your head upwards with just enough force to let you know that he wasn’t fucking around tonight. Your eyes widened excitedly as he brought your face closer to him, while he bent down a little to speak to you eye to eye.
“5 hours. I spent 5 fucking hours trying not to run to the bathroom and touch myself all because you didn’t want to behave.”
You faked a pout, licking your lips while he stared you down.
“I couldn’t—”
“Ah ah ah…” Robby scolded you, cutting you off before you could come up with some pitiful excuse.
“Daddy’s gonna give you what you want. But be careful what you asked for.”
You squeezed your thighs together as he yanked your head back some more, before kissing you roughly. It was passionate, your mouth hot and needy as you immediately parted your lips for a taste of him. He smiled a little and groaned as his tongue wrapped around yours. He tasted like coffee, cinnamon, and something dark and smoky that you could never quite place. It was addicting, making your head spin every time.
He pulled away, a single strand of saliva connecting you both. You needily licked at it, wanted to savor every bit of him that you could.
“Such a needy little thing aren’t you?” Robby teased with the tilt of his head. You nodded, his words going straight to your core.
He pulled your hair making you wince a little.
“Use your words.”
“Yes daddy. I need you.” You bit your lip at his commanding tone. You had successfully pissed him off. Thank god!
He stood up to his full height, his hands letting go of you and moving to adjust his growing bulge underneath his scrubs. Drool began forming at the corners of your mouth at his arrogant display. You knew it was heavy from previous nights like these, but fuck you never got tired of him acting like it.
“Better. Now show me how much you want it.”
You scooted on you knees to be closer to him. Your hands moved to slowly caress his scrub covered thighs. You nudged his cock with your nose once to see his reaction. Robby gritted his teeth and sucked air through it at the touch, his chest puffing out and his hands moving to brush your hair back lightly petting your head.
You pressed your cheek against his crotch, rubbing against it like a needy kitten, closing your eyes at the warmth. Robby groaned quietly, pushing your face closer to him, only the thin fabric separating your angelic face from his throbbing cock. You turned your head, looking directly at the bulge before sticking your tongue out flat, and licking a stripe over the fabric from the inner seam of his pants to his waistband.
“Fuck pretty girl, you need it don’t you? You need Daddy’s big cock in your mouth?”
“Yes Daddy, please. Been thinkin’ about it all day.” You begged with a pout, rolling your hips for even an ounce of friction.
He smirked at your tone, catching on to you slowly slipping into that soft, submissive headspace you get to when he controls you like this.
“You remember your colors babygirl?”
You nod before speaking, “Mhm. Yes Daddy. Green for good. Yellow for slow down. Red for stop.”
“Good girl.”
With that he pulls his scrub shirt off revealing his broad toned chest, covered in soft tufts of dark grey curls you’re just dying to comb your fingers through. His soft tummy pokes out slightly over his waist band, and your eyes follow his delicious happy trail to where you need him most.
You rub your hands across the length of his bulge before pleading, “Can I please suck your cock Daddy? I’ll take every inch I promise.”
He stretches out his arms, cracking his back a little before answering.
“You fucking better.”
You take that as permission, slipping your fingers underneath the elastic of his scrubs and underwear, pulling it down until his cock springs free, bouncing in front of you like it missed you as much as you missed it.
“Fuck.”
Robby was a good 8 inches in length, girthy and heavy in a way that only came from age. His cock was a flush pink, with prominent veins coursing down the length of him, into his thick heavy balls. A collection of salt and pepper hair mirroring that on his torso decorated the whole scene, making you impossibly wetter by the second.
Robby smirked before placing his large calloused hand on your head, quickly pulling your face to be a mere inch away from his leaking tip, and tilting your head up to stare at him.
“Look at me while you go to work, yeah?”
“Yes Daddy.”
You lick a long stripe from the base of him to his leaking tip, both of you moaning in unison. After a moment, you move to cup one of his balls with one hand, while sucking the other into your mouth. You watch Robby’s head tilt back in pleasure, cursing at the suction of your mouth.
“Thaaat’s it babygirl, take care of those balls for me.”
Your free hand quickly moves in between your legs, beneath the material of your panties. Before Robby can chastise you, your slick covered fingers move to wrap around his length and begin stroking him.
A laugh of awe and disbelief leaves him as his hands go to run through his hair, his large arms flexing at the movement.
“Such a naughty girl for me aren’t you? My good little slut.”
You giggle at his praise, despite the words making you breathless. You stroke him slowly, your thumb catching his slit every once and a while.
Robby’s hands move to grab yours, and put them on his ass. Once they’re where he wants them, he plants one of his hands on your head, using the other to guide his tip into your mouth. You go to deep throat him, but he stops you.
“No, just stay right there and suck, there you go,” He instructs you.
You do just that: eyebrows furrowed, lips wrapped around him as you try to milk his cock for everything he has.
“That’s it baby, get all that pretty cum out. Good girl, fuck—” his praise is interrupted by his own moaning. Pornographic slurps echo off the walls of your shared bedroom, which only eggs you on. The salty drops of his precum drip onto your tongue, making you moan in response. You savor the taste, moving your head side to side before letting go with a loud pop, licking his tip before pushing out all the spit you’d gathered in your mouth.
He grabs the base of his cock, smearing his tip across your spit covered lips before speaking.
“You listen so well to Daddy when you’re cock drunk, don’t you?”
“Mmm mhm. Yes Daddy.”
He slaps his length gently on across each of your cheeks, relishing in how you pant at his every action.
“It’s so heavy Daddy. I love it.”
He bites his lip at that. “Oh sweet girl, I know you do.”
With that you wrap your hands around him, blowing spit bubbles on his tip before taking as much of his as you can down your throat.
“Ohhh fuck. Fuck baby, just like that.” Robby groaned.
You twisted your hands around whatever you couldn’t reach and bobbed your head up and down while he watched you in awe. He pushed your head further and further until you began gagging on him.
“C’mon baby you said you could take it. So be good and fucking take it.”
Your eyes rolled back a little at all the pressure and lack of air. He held your face against his bush; you were only able to smell, taste, and feel him. He pulled you off him with a chuckle.
You panted, trying to catch your breath. Robby pet your head, cooing at the display.
“Awww poor thing, Daddy’s cock is just too big isn’t it?”
His hand moved to cup your face, his thumb smearing your spit all over your cheek. Once the digit got to your lips, you wordlessly sucked his thumb into your mouth, moaning as he pressed the pad of it onto your tongue. You sucked on it just like you’d done to his cock, closing your eyes in bliss.
“Fuck you were made for me. Daddy’s personal fleshlight.”
He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, and gathered a glob of spit on it, moving to stroke his cock. You sat up to suck him off again but he stopped you.
“Nuh uh.” Robby shook his head. “Watch Daddy stroke his cock.”
“Can I touch myself while I watch Daddy?” You asked, heart and pussy throbbing.
“You better, sweet girl.”
You lick your hand before spreading your thighs, fingers diving under the soaked lace of your panties, finally getting some relief. You rubbed slow, deliberate circles around your clit as you watched each other intensely. You arched at the sensation, mewling at how sensitive you were.
You both sped up, getting a little antsy and failing miserably at hiding it.
“Daddy please. Please please I need your cock in me. Need you to fill me up. Please.”
Robby stopped stroking, giving you a false sense of hope. You stayed on your knees, rubbing at your needy clit while he walked to the side of you, kneeling next to you. His cock bouncing as he moved.
He grabbed a handful of your hair, slowly tightening his hold as he whispered in your ear.
“I will put my cock in you when I’m ready? You got that, slut?”
“Yes sir.”
“Did I say I was ready?”
“No sir.”
“Mmm. I didn’t think so.”
His massive experienced hand covered yours as he took over your pleasure, helping you coax your orgasm out of you.
“Good girl. You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum for your Daddy? Make a mess all over my hand?”
Your breathing picked up with every rise and fall of your chest, that hot bundle of pleasure growing with every pass of his fingers.
You leaned back on your hands, thighs spread, his broad shoulder trying to carry some of the weight while getting you right where he wanted.
“Yes yes yesyesyes,” you began to babble for him, slowly succumbing to the feeling.
“That’s it, don’t think baby. Just go dumb on Daddy’s fingers.”
“Please harder Daddy… I’m so close!” You mewled, voice cracking at the end.
Your thighs began to shake as you were brought to the brink, eyes closing, moaning louder and louder for your Daddy.
Robby, sensing your struggle, gave a final command.
“Cum for me. Cum for Daddy.”
With a near animalistic groan, the hot band in your tummy snapped, your vision going white as you let pleasure wash over you like a tidal wave.
“Ooooh that’s it babygirl, fuck make a mess for me. So fucking pretty.”
Robby never let up on his hand movements, helping you ride the feeling, cooing at every little noise you made for him.
After letting you come down for a moment, Robby smacked your cheek, telling you to look at him.
“Open up for me sweetheart.”
You opened your mouth as he spit into it, only for him to lick into your mouth immediately after. The tickle of his beard brought you back to reality, moaning into the kiss. He pulled away, only to admire the sleepy smile placed upon your lips.
“Now…” he spoke, quiet enough to not disturb you, but strong enough to prepare you for his next command. “…you’re ready to get filled up, pretty girl.”
michael robinavitch who is mean. he’s a big mean man, and everyone in the pitt knows it. when he was younger, his callous words could be played off as snark, a biting retort. but now that he’s fifty-ish there is no mistaking his cruelty. but that’s okay, because you like it. you like how he bites onto your clavicle when he’s fucking into you, just like how you like how he bites at residents when they fuck up. you like how he pulls harshly on your hair, gripping it into a tight knot in his big big hands, just like how you like when he grips med students by the shoulder. you like how he smacks your ass hard, leaving big red welts on it the next day, just how you like when he smacks the tables and counters in his anger. you like how he condescends you, cooing at you mockingly when you try to squirm away in overstimulation, just like how you like when he yells angrily at management. dr robby is a big mean man, but you love him. you love everything about him, especially when he’s mean to you.
licking jack abbot’s sweaty neck.. playing with the wet curls against the nape of his neck.. leaving a trail of hickeys.. 😋 #needthat
SHEESHHH good morning to me for realz anon.
he comes home all sweaty and tired from a shift and you literally jump on him. and jack is rolling his eyes and huffing that he's too tired. "cmon baby. i gotta get some rest-" meanwhile his eyes are fluttering shut as you nip at his damp skin and grip his curls just to feel how soft they still are even after a long, stressful night.
audibly inhaling his musty scent shamelessly as he shuffles to the bedroom with you still clinging to him koala style, "just missed you jackie." and he's nodding and patting your back, "i know honey, missed you too. still gotta lemme shower though."
sucking an obnoxious dark mark into his neck then pulling back with a sweet smile and a lovely idea, "i'll come with you!"
