Contains: pornography, ex-wife mention, m orgasm, m oral, masturbation, allusion to f orgasm, voyeurism
gif: shortbreadjamandtea
'stick your tongue out for me, baby.' sammy groans. 'little bit further... fuuuck, just like that.'
the shutter makes a loud noise and you're giggle. sammy's resting his thick cock on your tongue and you're concentrating on holding the heavy weight up.
you're licking along the chubby underneath and suckling on the tip, staring up deep into sammy's eyes. little kitten licks to swallow the milky pre-cum drooling from the sensitive hole in his cock. 'ahhh,' sammy's fighting to keep his eyes open, his face screwing up as his full balls pulse.
the shutter goes off again.
you don't stop sucking, cheeks hollowing. you're closing your eyes and humming like it's the best thing you've ever put in your mouth (cos it is....)
'uhh... uh... uhhhh,' sammy's shifting on his feet, squirming, watching his cock disappear into the back of your throat.
you're nipping his thighs and he knows what that means. shutters. ''look s'fuckin sexy,' sammy's voice wobbles.
he's whimpering softly as your nose meets his soft pubic hair. 'jesus christ.'
'hnnghgh...' sammy's panting and you hear he's getting close. 'you gotta stop.' you shake your head as you hold his large head against the squishy back of your throat. you're gagging and your mouth floodswith saliva, squeezing down on him. sammy's finger slips on the camera. shutters.
'stuh-stop...' sammy's whining, 'please babe.' his eyes rolling back and his fingers clenching your hair. ''wise i'm gonna cum... finish me in the car-' it's too late. sammy's too far gone and helpless to stop you. 'in ths c- ohh finish me...' he cries out. sammy loses it, jaw hanging open and broken, wounded mewls are tumbling out.
his body shudders as the first creamy sprays squirt out. you normally swallow every drop but you're pulling off his cock so he's spilling his load all over your face. down your chin, into your eyes. when he runs out of room, he's spurting onto the ~ his ~ carpet in obvious, deliberate streaks. it makes sammy cum even harder.
'...oh finish me..' sammy repeats mindlessly. he's groaning in relief, fingers twisting in your hair. his hips cotinue to circle and hump against the air. he's furiously fisting his cock, draining every last drop. he feels satiated and empty, like he's just been wetting himself.
the upstairs hallway light snaps on.
'shit!' sammy's flushed face is widening in panic but you're too busy giggling. the plan was to leave dirty pictures on the roll of the 'best camera in the world'... from the set of Tammi's own living room.
'let her see how grateful you are to me?' you're purring from your knees in the dark sitting room.
'wha-? we need to go!' sammy panted, rough voice shout-whispering.
'nah,' you say, nipping his plush inner thigh really hard until sammy squeals and drops to his knees. 'where is your bravery, officer?' he's biting his bottom lip as you pulled him under the table, shushing him.
sammy looks at you, pushing your panties to the side, mouth parting, and his heart melts. he looks at the stairs tammi is about to appear from. then he looking back at you, his girl, with your wrecked face and your back smeared with his cum from his his ex wife's floor.
drooling, sammy crawls over the top of you, covering you in kisses. he's snuffling his cum off your face with his lips and nose. 'lovey's'much,' he moans. he's using his knee to knock your legs open. 'please be quiet, babe,' sammy's pleading with you as he teases his fingers downwards. ''can't have a colleague arresting me, m'cum everywhere.'
ik you said NOT to mention sammy BUT im imagining today being one of his rare days off only made better by you laying across his lap eating watermelon. letting it drip onto him at times so he has to take off his shirt! oopsie!
oh my god im so fragile rn don’t play with me!!!!
sitting on a lounger outside, laying across his lap on your tummy while you watch the dogs & nate’s kids play in the yard :’)
sammy’s man spreading, white t shirt taut to his tummy & baggy jeans clinging to his thighs. he’s nursing a cold beer in his hand, resting it on your ass which is sat conveniently at the center of him. the barbecue is lively & fun, and sammy was so excited to host for the first time since he officially called it off with tammi.
you’re eating your lil watermelon cubes, hair blowing in the soft, early summer wind. and, as usual, sammy can’t keep his eyes off of you. a soft scratch at the back of your head has you whipping around over your shoulder, “‘s that good, pretty girl?” “mmhm” “yeah?” with a breathy chuckle at your happy nod
you suddenly feel the urge to be closer to him, if entirely possible, and move to sit on his thigh instead. sitting up, you ask sammy, his big hand bracketing your waist, “want a taste, baby?” sammy’s flushed at the domesticity. a gorgeous, sexy girl wanting to feed him? in his home? in front of all of his friends and cop buddies? this is the american dream.
opening his mouth, you give the cube of fruit to him, bringing your hand underneath his chin to catch any juice. sammy bites into it, the slightest amount dribbling down his chin and onto his crisp white shirt. “oh shit” he laughs, leaning his chin back to look at the stain.
you’re standing, putting down the bowl of fruit and grabbing his hand, “it’s okay sammy, i just folded some shirts upstairs c’mon baby”
leading him up to your shared room to get him a new shirt <3 watching him peel off his white t-shirt & seeing the light sheen of sweat on his back <3 watching him thrown on a beater & a cozy blue t-shirt overtop <3 walking in front of him down the stairs and he smacks your ass, a playful “where you goin, huh?” gritted out as he pulls your back to his chest and you squeal <333
⤷ riding Sammy’s tummy :(( I need chubby Sammy. Minors do not interact .ᐟ .ᐟ
You were extremely horny for your husband Sammy Bryant. Currently he was taking off his police uniform, and when he slipped off his vest and shirt, you were practically drooling. One thing you loved about him was his chubby tummy, god you could play with it all day. He used to be insecure. About it until you told him that it was your favourite part of him.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer." Sammy’s voice brings you back to reality.
“Don’t tempt me, Officer Bryant." He's now dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He lies down beside you, and an idea pops into your head, you quickly get on top of him and straddle his waist, pushing his shirt up and revealing his tummy.
“W-what are you doing, angel?”
“Wanna ride your tummy, Sammy, please.” You’ve moved up from his waist to his stomach, and you sit there, waiting for his response. You can see the gears turning in his head before giving his okay. Pulling your panties to the side, you let out a moan as your clit makes contact with his belly. Fuck, it felt so good, his hands hold onto your hips as you start to move back and forth.
“F-fuck Sammy, feel so good.” Your hips start to move faster, you lean down to kiss your husband. It’s messy and sloppy, but you can’t bring yourself to care, too lost in the pleasure. You pull away to catch your breath, looking down, you see the glistening mess on Sammy’s tummy, and you let out a groan.
“Didn’t know my stomach turned you on that much, doll. Fuck, you’re making a mess on Daddy." His hand pinches one of your nipples through your shirt, you arch your back and keep grinding. That familiar feeling starts building up in your lower belly, Sammy noticed as well, and starts helping you to move faster.
“Gonna cum, Sammy, fuck!”
“Mhm, yeah, cum for me, angel, yeah, come on.” You feel yourself getting close, and when Sammy’s thumb finds your sensitive clit, you topple over him and cum hard. You bury your face into his neck, a bit embarrassed about what you just did.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, doll.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. He wouldn’t mind doing this again.
manipulative pope cody + ‘just the tip?’ + breeding kink drabble :3
this is for my moots who inspired me to blurb! i luv you~ @valleyanimalz @dirtygir1 @bbuuunnyyy @groovyangelkisses
*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !
pope cody hates that you make him wear a condom, that you have been making him wrap it up for the entire two month relationship. he feels it’s an unnecessary barrier keeping him from feeling all of you and filling you up properly. but, he agreed the first time because he was so desperate to be inside you. always has been. always will be.
now, even after you’ve fucked more times than he can count while protected. he’s fed up. he knows that you’ll like it bare. that you’ll need it. that you’ll never make him wear a stupid condom again when you learn how good it feels when he sinks into you raw. you just need his help. need your strong, heroic boyfriend to take that step that you cant take yourself. god, he’s so good to you. that’s what he tells himself when he formulates his plan.
he made sure you came on his face at least three times. until your legs were jelly, brain mush, voice hoarse from begging him to stop. ‘i-i can’t’ you had whined, ‘ ‘s too much andy!’. he did it to get you into that floaty head space where you’re babbling mindlessly and lax for him.
and you’re exactly that as pope crawls up your body and settles where he belongs, above you and inbetween your legs. still, you breathlessly slur the question that he despises. “condom?”
he feigns frustration even though this is exactly what he planned. “shit— i left my wallet in craig’s car… i don’t have one.”
your response is a needy whine that morphs into a gasp when he rests his cock against your drenched folds and slowly slides back and forth. “can i just have you like this sweetheart?” pope rubs his thick length upwards, angry pink tip catching your clit with every pressing glide. you whimper through your desperate nods, nails clawing at his shoulders, fusing your knees to his ribs to stay spread for him. such a good girl, he thinks to himself.
he keeps his ruttings short. almost playfully light in order to not get you anywhere besides out of your mind from teasing. just how he wants it. when you start to wriggle beneath him, whimpering a few mindless “please please please”s, he looks down at your aching pussy to see her clench around nothing. poor baby, she needs me so bad, he tells himself.
his dick is so drenched in your slick releases that pope ‘accidentally’ notches at your opening. staying in motion, he pushes in ever so slightly. your eyes shoot open in surprise “ohh- andy!” you squeal. frustration bubbles in his chest, but he doesn’t give up. because your panic simmers to heat and your mouth forms an ‘o’ as you moan at just his bare tip breaching your wet heat.
he buries his face into your neck to hide his satisfied grin, licking and suckling the skin how he knows you like. “jus the tip sweetheart? please?” he emphasizes his wimpy whines with an inching forward of his hips. your nails tear at the flesh on his back as you shudder. “p-promise?” you croak out. his reply is strained. “ ‘course honey.”
popes promise — to him at least— goes up in flames when he slips a tiny bit further inside and is met with warm, silky tightness. fuckkk. he groans, muscles tensing and you cry out, eyes rolling back. his thrusts are shallow and unsatisfactory. after a only a few, he’s twitching in need, pathetically trying to inch deeper.
you notice, starting to whine and pant. “you cant! i’m n-not on the pill!” the words almost make pope start to piston in and out of you. the thought of coming in you until you’re swollen with his baby infiltrating his mind. that you’ll be tied to him forever and— oh yeah. that’s happening, he decides.
pope leans down to kiss you languidly. trying to tongue fuck you into submission. your pussy is rapidly fluttering around the first inch of him, telling him that you want this just as bad as he does. he uses his words. “you just feel so good sweetheart. need you so bad. need all of you.” a breathy moan slips from you at his praise as you return his kiss greedily.
you pull back and blink up at him with your glossy eyes and kiss bitten lips. when your legs start to wrap around him, crossing tightly at his back, he knows he’s almost home free. “okay... i- i need you too andy.”
you barely get the words out before he hastily pushes all the way inside of you. guttural noises of pleasure are ripped from you both as you clench around him so prettily and he stretches you out so perfectly. it’s searing, intimate and raw. so fucking raw.
as pope starts to thrust in and out of you eagerly, obscene slapping sounds echo throughout the room. he whimpers loudly at the warm, wet feeling of you and the noises your body makes for him.
when you shakily tell him between moans “you h-have to pull out okay?”
it takes all of his dwindling restraint not to laugh in your face.
Thinking about how oral fixation! reader is just sitting below jack lazily nipping and sucking on his fingers the drool dripping from the corners of their mouth and jack just removes his fingers "alright that's enough sweetheart.." and he just wipes it with some of his shirt and sends them on their way
But with Robby..
Robby watching some lame ass movie he put on while your sucking on his fingers nipping and drool drips from the corners of their mouth he removes his fingers and wipes it on readers cheek telling them to go clean up
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who comes with you when it's girls night, standing by you the entire time because he's basically your guard dog and needs to protect you from all the "bad guys".
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who's into gun play, holding it against your head while he fucks you hard, still wearing the military uniform from one of his jobs, "cum for me or i'll pull the trigger."
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who slips his hand into your panties no matter what you guys are doing, it could be during dinner, a movie or even in public, he needs to be playing with your clit.
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who sneaks into your room at night, fisting himself through his jeans as he watches you sleep with your mouth open, eventually waking you up with his thick cock in your mouth.
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who gives you multiple cream pies a day, desperately wanting to be a father and have a baby with you, he dreams of knocking you up.
note: part two to this post! hope you enjoy thinking about these things as you watch animal kingdom 🙂↕️
jack, who feels guilty going to work while you’re still awake, yanking you forward on the bed to give you head before he brushes his teeth & leaves </3
you’re nervous he’ll hurt his leg as he goes to kneel but he’s all “‘s all good baby, c’mon lemme give you a couple kissies before i leave, yeah?”
slurping and holding you and squeezing your thighs with exaggerated kisses after you finish “mmmmwah, love you sweetheart… so good, such a sleepy girl, huh?”
