hello! i am jabbot, i’m 25 years old and from north america, i use they/them pronouns!
ask box ALWAYS open to thoughts, blurbs, concepts, anything you wanna say!
sideblog city 😎 i interact from smellydano
mainly rb shawn hatosy and the pitt shitt (haha see that)
(in no order) interests: the pitt, animal kingdom, abott elementary, call of duty characters (haven’t played they’re just really hot), other video games
currently watching: sopranos
current watchlist: reckless, ready or not 2, sweet/vicious, the boys, obsession, backrooms,
send tv or movie recs (or anything else) in my inbox or as an ask!
When Pope got out of prison and realized his family sold his place, he was annoyed. Out of a place to live, he starts to rent a place near the beach… right next to reader’s place.
At first, he doesn’t pay any attention to the pretty young girl who lives next door till she waves at him one day when checking the mail, tiny shorts and a sinful bikini top on, skin glowing in the sun. Pope is awkward; he doesn’t even wave back, just stands there staring with his hands by his side.
He starts to notice reader a lot after that. Starts remembering things about her, when she leaves for work, what day her trash comes, her weekend routine, etc.
He feels bad in a way, watching his younger neighbor with an almost preternatural closeness, but what can he do? He’s lonely and bored and needs to escape from his head sometimes.
As time passes, he notices how often she keeps her blinds open, during the day and night sometimes, while she cleans or has friends over or even after a shower. He likes when that happens, his cock twitching in his pants while he watches her prance around in her little towel. He should feel worse really. Creeping on such a young girl, probably in college or freshly out of it, but again, what can he do?
He’d definitely lose his last shred of guilt if he realized how her smile grew every time she saw his shadow in the window after leaving her blinds open on purpose…
he loves to touch them, kiss them, have them wrapped around his head while he does completely unrelated and unspeakable things to your cunt. he loves to lay his head on them and feel your hands in his hair, scratching along his scalp as he presses his face into the plush beneath him.
he loves to watch you sit down in shorts or skirt, watching how cute they look spread out on a chair or cushion. he loves your thick thighs when your sitting in his lap and now he's been granted full access to touch and squeeze as he so pleases. he loves watching the way you get flustered and wet with excitement from how he mindlessly strokes his hand up and down, finding a new fixation with how particularly soft the insides of your thighs are. he loves to see the way your thighs cage him in when you take the initiative to take him cowgirl style for a change of pace, giving him full range to slap and squeeze them as much as he wants
pope cody especially loves your thick thighs at night, when your too tired for anything but you couldn't deny the lover boy who's peering down at you so sweetly with pleading eyes, begging you to just let him use your body while you rest :( so he's pulling big cock out, coating him self in some lube before he turns you on your side in bed, slotting his cock between your thighs. fucking himself on your thighs while reaching from behind to grip your chest and kiss your neck.
'so good to me, baby, letting me use like this? so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect for me, baby. fuck– can i cum ok your thighs, honey?'
of course he can!! he's such a good boy to you, you don't mind when he's buried his cock between your thighs, watching his thick spurts paint your thighs white and sticky. don't worry one bit, he's cleaning up his mess... and the mess of wetness that's pooling in your panties. just let pope take care of you, sit back, close your eyes while he wraps your thighs around his. greedily lapping at your pussy, long, slow strokes up and down. sucking your pretty clit into his mouth until your trembling and whining... too bad your beautifully thick thighs are muffling the noise now. don't mind him though, he leave a few love bites on the inside to mark what part makes you squeal the most.
early relationship pope walking around the house rock fucking hard bc ur busy and he doesn’t wanna bother u :(((( finally noticing and cooing all over him :((( “popey does it hurt?” :((((( him nodding all shy :(((((
hehe this reminds me of something josie wrote @dirtygir1
poor popey :( you catch him pawing at his dick all sad and needy "andy!! you know you don't need to do that anymore, i'm here to help you out :]"
giving him lil handjobs while you're doing stuff. ur on the phone while ur working his cock and he's muffling his moans in ur shoulder, jerking his hips into your hand 😵💫 he's just a puppy can't help himself !!!!!
Pairing: Andrew Pope Cody x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, dom!andrew, semi-public sex, fingering, degradation, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, female orgams.
Summary: a night at Deran’s bar leads to the beach, where Andrew fingers you under the moonlight.
You leaned against the sticky wooden counter, tracing the rim of your glass. The alcohol was hitting you fast tonight, you knew it by the warmth flushing across your cheeks.
Beside you, Andrew sat with his intense eyes tracking the movement of your fingers before rising to meet your gaze.
"You're flushed," he murmured.
"It's just the drink," you breathed, a little breathless as he shifted closer, crowding your space.
Before you could finish your thought, his hand cupped the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He leaned in and kissed you. It was possessive, deep, and demanding. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his eyes scanning your dazed expression.
He noticed the way your breathing had hitched, the way your skin felt heated beneath his touch.
"Too many people in here," he muttered, his grip tightening just enough to make you shiver. "Let's go."
The cool night air of the beach did little to cool the fire burning under your skin. You were sitting on a secluded low concrete wall just off the sand, tucked away in the shadows, but not entirely isolated—the distant murmur of a few late night beachgoers drifted through the air.
You were between Andrew’s legs, your back pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding you.
He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His lips leaving a trail of wet kisses up your shoulder, pressing into the sensitive spot right beneath your ear. You let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to give him better access.
As he kissed you, his hands began to move. They slid down to your thighs, his palms rough against your bare skin.
He began to caress them, his grip tightening into firm squeezes that made your core throb.
You were wearing a loose skirt.
And Andrew knew exactly what he wanted.
His hand drifted upward, the fabric of your skirt bunching up around your hips. He took one of your legs and put it over his, forcing you to open up for him. His fingers slid beneath the edge of your panties, finding your slick warmth instantly.
You gasped, your hips bucking slightly against him.
"Shh," Andrew whispered. "People are right over there. You need to be a good girl and stay quiet for me."
He slid two fingers inside you, finding a slow rhythm that had you gripping his forearms for dear life. "Fuck, you're so tight, sweet girl."
You tried to swallow a moan, but a soft sound escaped your lips. Immediately, Andrew leaned, catching your mouth with his. He kissed you deeply, using his tongue to muffle the desperate sounds you were making, masking your pleasure entirely within his own mouth.
When he broke the kiss, his lips brushed against yours, his breath hot and heavy. "Listen how wet you are for my fingers," he growled low, his fingers stretching you, pushing deeper. "Drinking always makes you so soft, so wet, so ready for me. Beg me for it."
"Andrew, please," you whimpered, trying to move against his hand.
"Please what?" he muttered, his thumb slowly grinding against your clit, making your knees shake. "You want everyone on this beach to hear how good I'm making you feel, mh? How slutty you are when you're drunk?"
"Y-Yes, mgh. Baby, p-please faster."
He was relentless. His thumb found your clit, moving faster while his fingers buried deeper inside you, driving a steady pace.
"Look at me," he ordered, pulling back just enough to force you to look at him, his eyes locking onto yours. "Look at me while I make you come."
"P-please, let-let me come, please," you gasped while looking at him, biting your lip with your eyes full of pleasure tears.
"I can feel you clenching, bunny. I wish you could see how cute you look when you're completely desperate, begging me to let you come."
The combination of the alcohol, the vulnerability of being outside, and the overwhelming friction of his hand with the weight of his words drove you right over the edge.
"Come, baby, cream my fingers."
You shook against him, burying your face in his neck to stifle the broken cry that tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you.
Andrew held you tight, riding out the waves of your release, his fingers continuing to stroke you firmly, letting you feel every single bit of his control until the tremors finally began to fade.
"T-thank you, baby." You slumped back, breathing heavily, against his chest, completely spent.
Andrew slowly withdrew his hand from beneath your skirt. He brought his fingers up, staring at you with dark eyes, before slowly licking them clean. A satisfied smirk touched his lips at the taste of you.
"So sweet," he murmured, pulling you back against his chest and wrapping his arms securely around you as the ocean breeze cooled your skin. "Good girl. Exactly where you belong."
begging for your thoughts on pope crying during sex <3
also hi ily <33
hi sweet potata:3
crying during sex by ethel cain..it’s written in his biological makeup!!
mdni & ageless blogs dni!!
i agree whole heartedly i’ve actually given this quite some thought bc Pope is such a hardened, brick wall of a character with very little emotions getting out of him other than sadness and frustration.
there’s another author here somewhere that wrote about how he doesn’t know what to do with himself when he gets a partner who loves and cares for him. such a good thought. i think that would trickle into sex, because the times we have seen him have sex, it’s either forced, or seen as a means to take back some control in his life (other than the times with amy).
when you come around and show him you love him for himself, even through his flaws and faults, he’s unsure how to handle it. i imagine when you guys start having sex and you’re so doting and loving and giving, he just short circuits. doesn’t know what to do with all these big emotions, his heart feels so big it hurts a little. and it happens more times than not.
the first time it scared you, because you thought he was uncomfortable, or you were hurting him in some way.
laying him on his back gently, making sure the pillows cushion his head while he looks at you with those big and fawn like, hungry eyes. holding his chest while you sink down on him with a moan, head thrown back slightly as he grasps into your hips, helping you take it all. “god baby, y’feel so good,” you moan, biting your lip and rolling your head on your shoulder, smirking at the little noises he starts to let out.
you feel him buck his hips, whiney whimpers exiting him as you plant your hands at his shoulders. “don’t-don’t move baby, don’t gotta do anything. i’ll take care of you tonight, ok? you had a long day.” you coo, staring into his glassy eyes. his brows pull forward, you can see the confusion in his face. “you had a long day,” you emphasize before he can speak, “just lay down. relax, Andy, relax.”
you don’t stop your movements, but through small moans you watch him unwind, fall back into the pillow, let his body sink into the mattress as you ride him, groans spill out more frequently with the heave of his chest. at one point his hands glide off you and onto the bed, letting them lay there as he succumbs to the pleasure flowing through his body.
you let out a breathy giggle, “m’i making you feel good baby? d’you like it?” his groans and whimpers have gone shakey, teeth bared as he pants, eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed. “yeahhh..” he whimpers, and through his lashes you see little droplets of water cling onto them before rolling down the sides of his face and into his hair.
“feels so good i..fuck you’re so good…” he hiccups, no longer trying to hide he’d been crying. your heart drops, eyes widening as you halt your movements, grabbing his face and watching his tear eyes fall open on you, adorning that pouty lip. “Andrew? what-what happened, did i do something??” his chest is shaking with heavy gasps and hiccups, tears flowing down his pretty pink cheeks.
“n-no, no i just..keep going baby m’okay..” he grabs your hips again, rocking you on him, groaning again and tearing eyes rolling back in pleasure. “honey if-if there’s something wrong i want you to tell me, please..” you hold his pouty face, squishing his cheeks slightly as his brows furrowed, looking into your worried eyes.
“nothing honey, nothing i just..fuck you’re soo..i-i don’t know..i don’t know,” his voice cracks, he’s got that look in his blown pupils that makes your stomach hurt. you hate seeing Andrew cry, it’s like a thousand bombs being dropped. your sweet boy is so overwhelmed.
“you’re so good to me and i..i don’t know, i don’t know what to do. you take care of me,” he breaths, and as you listen you let him guide your hips on his cock, it was clearly calming his nerves. “and you love me, even when i feel like i don’t deserve it. it’s just so much, and fuck you feel so good and i can’t take it..” he shrugs his shaking shoulders.
“i’m ok baby i promise, just..keep going. i love it, i love it so much, i love you,” you meet his assuring nods, leaning down and meeting him halfway in a kiss, raking your fingers through his curls, grinding your hips down as he fucks into you from below. “you promise?” you moan into his mouth, your forearm pressing against his chest as he holds you closer. “i pinky promise baby.”
after that, when he started to tear up or full on sob while inside you, you could gauge why. whether it be from a bad day and needing to destress, he always felt safe enough to let go with you, to let his emotions float away into this sacred space.
you hear his little hums and whimpers into your kiss, pulling him closer while he holds your calves that wrapped around his torso. “Andy?” you whisper, not pulling away, but feeling his tears against your cheeks. “m’okay, i’m alright, just..” he nods, hicupping a shudders breath as he rocks into you towards his orgasm, other hand coming up to grab at your boob.
you nod again, letting him breath and groan into your mouth, grazing his tongue over yours as his eyes squeeze shut. times like this you peak your eyes open a little just to see him, to see his tight squeezed brows, fluttering lashes and teary pink cheeks. “let it out, ok? breath,” you tell him, getting another soft nod as his shallow thrusts speed up slightly, more groans and whimpers coming from him as he lets his emotions flow through him freely.
“just breath baby, it’s me and you. let it out, ok?” “okay, o-okay,” he strains before another groan, his hands are jittery on your skin, running up your body with gentleness. you’ve learned that sometimes, he doesn’t want those feelings to come out. so he just needs a little more. you swallow his ragged breath and girly moans, holding the back of his neck to keep him pressed close, lips on each other as you take him in and feel his orgasm run at you.
“you love me?” “i love you, i love you so much baby-mmpf i love you so much honeybee.” Andrews so soft like this, so entirely yours. “yeah?” “yeah. yeah. m’yours i..i love you and im yours,” he nods frantically, and you feel his hips become a bit more erratic. “love you so much, oh god, fuck i love you, m’gonna cum ok? holy fuck,” you smile faintly, letting him wrap himself around you and sob in your ear, cheek to warm cheek and sweaty body in yours.
boyyyy was this unfun to write (lovingly) i hateeee when he cries it’s like thirty bombs being dropped
Thinking abt being Nate’s 20 something babysitter and Sammy is obsessed w you, and ur totally oblivious, and he talks abt you to Ben, and you bring Nate around the station, and call him daddy, and etc. etc. etc. 🤗🤗🤗
no like this needs to be me immediately omgomg
Sammy obviously know you don’t wear those little skirts to tournament him, he knows to you he’s probably just that old perv you baby sit for, only hanging around for Nate.
But what he doesn’t know is that you absolutely are doing it on purpose. Especially walking into the station holding Nate’s hand, smiling and pointing at Sammy.
“Look Nate!” you say in that silky soft tone of yours, “It’s daddy!” you’re looking him dead in the eyes as it rolls off your tongue. Sammy swears his heart stops and he has to readjust his jeans under the desk before shaking his head and waving at his son.
Sammy is so kind when he treats you and Nate to ice cream after, when you’re all walking back home. You sit at a picnic table, the summer heat making the vanilla melt down your hand, Sammy having to avert his eyes anywhere else to not think about that being his cum, the cone his cock.
He’s confided about you in Ben on slow days, only to be chuckled at and shoulder nudged and thrown a “man, i wish i had kids when she comes walking in the station.” That earns Ben a death glare when he’s not looking.
thinking of sammy coming home late, offering you to sleep over. if you’re comfortable with it, of course. he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable and lose the (hottest) best babysitter he’s had.
“you can take my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch.”
“i-i don’t mind sharing your bed, if you’re okay with that?” you blink up at him with a smirk, which has his eyes widening at your comment.
“oh, yeah s-sure, follow me.” he quickly turns his back, attempting to conceal his hard cock confined by his pants.
pervy!sammy bryant “interviewing” you after a robbing at the grocery store you work at <3
MDNI 18+
warnings: prob ooc sammy :p, a little bit of rough sammy, afab, maybe public sex? they’re in an interrogation room so idk, implied age-gap, gross sammy, fingering, p in v, biting, squirting, a little bit of ditzy! reader, fingers in mouth AYYEE
The room your sitting in is cold, not temperature wise, god no, but just because it’s isolated, grey, and empty other than the table and chair your at.
You’re chewing your gum, fiddling with lace patch on your denim skirt. You’d honestly rather be anywhere else than here right now, you weren’t even at work the day the store was robbed. You sigh and lean against the table with a soft groan, ready to get this over with.
The door finally opens after another ten boring minutes, and in walks in him, Officer. Bryant. Sure you’ve seen him around the city, whether it’s at some bar after some drunk guys got into a fight and someone called the cops, or when he was on the news that one time. But fuck, today? Some random day in the middle of July? You think you’re about to leak through your skirt.
He’s got dark sunglasses perched on his nose, curls a little puffed out from the Californian humidity, a dark police officer uniform on, arms half way rolled up; probably trying to avoid the heat of the mid day. He lets out a deep breath and takes the sunglasses off and lets them drop on the table before sliding into the chair across from you.
You perk up a little, straightening your back and tucking your hair to your ears. “So,” he starts, “you work at this….’niki’s shop’” he’s raising an eyebrow at you as he reads the name of the store, his tongue resting against the side of his cheek.
You nod softly “Yes sir.” His eyes snap to meet yours finally, before slowly dragging down your seated body. You don’t miss the way his eyes linger on your glistening chest, the thin tank top probably doing nothing to hide your sweating, and of course the only bra you had clean was the fuckin push up one you bought in 7th grade from victoria secret to feel like a badass, a little embarrassed it still fits you at 21.
You curl into your self slightly under his gaze before he nods and clears his throat, closing the small folder and sliding it to the side of the table. “You got a boyfriend at this shop” he asks casually, a small tilt of his head as he looks at your confused expression.
What? Why would that matter anything to the robbing?? “Uhm…” you look down to your hands at your lap, panicking and making up a lie. “Yeah, i do.” you nod softly before looking back up at him. You can see his jaw work beneath his skin, “hm” he shrugs. “Can you stand up from me?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.
You swallow thickly, eyes big and confused but nonetheless you stand, smoothing out your skirt slightly. Sammy’s leaning back in his chair, legs spreading as he licks his lips and nods, lifting his finger and circling it, in sign for you to twirl.
“Officer Bryant how is this-“ He stands. Hands heavily landing against the table. It’s shuts you up, nodding before spinning quickly. Folding your hands in front of your waist once you’re finished. Sammy’s got his dark gaze on you from across the table before moving to get closer to you.
He comes up behind you, you can feel the heat of him on your back. His breath hits your neck lightly before you hear him sniff. Your head spins to meet his, eyebrows furrowed, he’s moving instantly. Hands clamped roughly on your hips and pushing the against the cold wall with a thud. It knocks the air outta your lungs a little to be honest with a soft gasp.
“O-Officer Bryant?” your voice is small as you look up at him, caged in by his body, his breathing heavy against your face by how close he is. He’s ducking his head to your neck, trailing his nose against your sweaty skin as he inhales. You’re shaking a bit trying to stay still.
“Does he touch you?” he growls into the shell of your ear. Your head is swimming, you can’t form a thought due to the completely unrealness of the situation you’re in. “What?” you breath out “Who?”
“That little boyfriend of yours?” he’s got a sleazy smirk on his face as his palms run up and down your sides before resting on the top curve of your ass. You swallow thickly and shake your head, pushing your thighs together to try to ignore the throbbing between them.
“No?” he’s faking a gasp, pulling back to grab your chin in his fingers. “Look at me.” He barks at you. Your eyes meet his before he’s tugging your face to his, smashing your lips against his own. You let out a little squeak, hands pushing against his chest before he grabs them with his other hand and holds them together.
He pushes your hands against his hard fabric covered cock and groans into your mouth at the feeling. “Officer-Bryan-“ you try to get out between the kisses he’s laying on you. “Sammy.” he demands and grinds into your hands again.
“Sammy” you’re panting into his mouth, trying to catch your breath. Before you can say anything else you feel him steal the gum out of your mouth with his tongue, making you gasp, his own slipping in and pushing against yours and your cheek and his hands move to grab handfuls of your ass.
He’s moving his left hand to your front, the other still moving your ass in his hand, the left is shoving your skirt up and your panties down. Instantly groaning into your mouth and biting your bottom lip, making you cry out. He swipes his fat middle finger against your slit, wetness, and clit.
Your knees almost buckle before he’s shoving one of his own legs between your thighs to hold you steady against him. His mouth moves to kiss your neck sloppily. “Fuckin’ dripping for me” he chuckles and shakes his head, making your cheeks pink anymore if that was possible. “Should’ve known you wanted someone to feel ya’ up hm? Walking around in this.” He bites at your upper tit that’s pushed up from your bra and tank top, finger still circling your button.
It’s rough enough that tears start to burn in your eyes, but before you can process that, he plunges two of his thick fingers inside you making you sob. He’s moving his other hand and slamming it against your mouth with enough force your head bounces a little off the concrete wall behind you. You squeeze your eyes shut and clench around his fingers as they curl and pump inside you.
When Sammy feels you clenching up on him he rips his hand outta you, lifting it to his nostrils and inhaling before letting out what you would call a whimper. He grabs your shoulders and throws you over the table, bending you at the hip as his big sticky hand splays against your upper back.
You can hear his belt unbuckling behind you and bite your lip, moving to look back at him. “Yeah? You want me right here?” You nod “Please Sammy-Fuck”.
“I know she does.” He’s rubbing the tip of his cock against your sopping folds, bumping your swollen clit. “Fuck sammy please.” you beg softly, head falling to your hands that rest against the table.
He pushes in you slowly, surprisingly as he’s shushing you and thumbing your back softly. The stretch of his cock is to much, you honestly don’t think it’ll fit for a minute. “Fuck bunny, i thought i just stretched ya’ out on my fingers? Thought you liked it?” You’re nodding, not in the right headspace for words.
“Yeah” he chuckles darkly behind you. “I know you did.” He gives one last push before bottoming out inside you. He gives you a second to adjust, resting his own forehead to your back to breathe for himself a second.
He slowly pulls out of you before slamming back in, hips slapping against your own with a wet plop. He starts a rhythm with his hips, pumping into you. Soon enough his left hand is wrapping around your front to rub at your clit, his right hand moving to your mouth, his pointer and middle finger pushing into the side of it and pulling your body back against him by them.
His gaze flickers down to where your bodies meet and he bites his lip so hard he’s sure he’s drawn blood. There’s a creamy ring around the base of his cock, creamy white streaks running down onto his thighs from your cunt. “Fuuckk babydoll look at ya.” His gaze flickering up to your face.
“Slobbering all over this big guys fingers huh baby?” he’s out of breath, hips stuttering inside you. “Oh my god sammy sammy” your repeating, nodding as tears stream down your face, your can feel your drool sliding down your chin onto your neck.
Sammy leans behind you and licks it off. The saltiness of your sweat mixed with the sweetness of your previous bubblegum you’d been chewing makes him bite down on your neck. Your head drops back against his shoulder. Cunt clenching around him.
“M’ gonn-gonna, come, sammy oh mngh” your mumbling, not even sure of what your saying at this point. He nods and the pace of his hips speeds up, he bites down on your shoulder, whining into it before spilling into you right as you clench around him and squirt against his cock.
He lets out a soft chuckle as he feels his uniform pants dampen from your juices, your body going limp against him as you try to catch your breath. He’s kissing the side of your face softly before pulling out of you and leaving down to pull up your panties, patting the wet patch against them, “Keep me in there, Officers orders.”
You watch him move around the table, head still a little foggy post orgasm as he grabs a pen and tugs at your arm, writing his number down on it before giving tugging your skirt back down to cover you up. He slides his sunglasses down on his nose again as he buckles his belt.
When he finally looks back up at you he gives you a smile, your pretty pink bubblegum sitting between his teeth. “Be good. Don’t wanna see you back here.” He says before turning and disappearing out the door.
I have an idea for Sammy tit fucking reader. Maybe he films it? Or it happens when he is on patrol and he sees reader and can’t control himself?
i've been thinking abt this ask, since i've seen it. driving me crazy.
when you first started dating, sammy was a bit shy. he's had sex before. of course, he's had sex before. but, he hadn't really fucked before. he's made love. he's had pump and dumps. but you, taught him the beauty of a good sweaty fuck.
his pretty girl. who could ever think, sweet thing, like you so dirty? sammy's camera whore. his video vixen. he's got you on your knees, while he's on his la-z-boy in the couch. his phone in his hand, carefully capturing your figure. the phone seems so small in his hand. his hard cock lays in your mouth. you gag, gleefully. spit spills from your mouth. one of your hands presses to his stomach, and the other on his thigh for support. sammy peers down at you, his free hand presses to your head. he forces more his length past your throat.
"my baby. my pretty baby. look so good choking on my cock." his words bring arousal to your heat with ease. he pulls himself from your mouth. he taps his cock on your open mouth, bottom lip jutted from the force. letting go of his member, sammy puts his thumb in your mouth. instinctively, you suck. he pulls the digit from you. "be a good girl and spit baby. all over those pretty tits."
you oblige. you keep your doe eyes on his camera. "yes, sir."
sammy positions himself for his cock to be between the crevice of your boobs. "you know what to do. c'mon baby" he urges. you squeeze your tits together creating enough friction around his base. he groans. "prettiest girl, i've got. could cum from your face alone." sammy's face filled with pleasure, as he thrusted his hips into your chest. he frees his hand to tweak with one of your nipples.
you whine. "sammy, i love you." despite the lust in the air, words were true.
"i love you baby, and these gorgeous tits of yours." sammy's tongue runs over his, lips. "fuck," he grunts.
"close?" you question. you admire, the sweat building over his body, and the red tone taking over his face. you know your man good and well.
he doesn't respond. he can't respond. his cum shoots all over your chest. a drop sprays on your chin. you release your tits, you dig into his cum, brining your fingers to your lips. you suck your fingers dry, and poke your tongue out to lick off your chin.
"fuck," sammy sighs. "you little fucking minx." sammy tosses the phone. homemade porno, now forgotten. eroticism aside, he wants to make you cum until you see stars. he pulls you up off the floor, and right into his lap. he places your hand onto his already hard cock. "see what you do to me? my fucking girl." hopefully, sammy has more storage on his phone.
Telling Sammy it’s not cheating if you’re the one doing all the work. Grinding yourself on his clothed dick while he’s fisting the sheets talking about how it doesn’t count when you’re using him like a toy, “Just like a dildo, Sammy—that’s it. Use you whenever I want, fuck myself on this fat cock,” while you’re humping the bulge in his slacks, fingers working to unfasten his shiny belt buckle, “You just have to sit there and be my little sex toy, s’ that sound okay?” And he’s working so hard to not blow his load while you slide his tip through your slick pussy.
at a barbecue right now and i’m a little tipsy and im thinking about how sammy bryant would fucking love you as his little housewife.
uggghhh all afternoon he would feed you fruity drinks he made especially for you to make sure you’re all tipsy and giggly. he’s at the grill smiling to himself while you make all the sides for his burgers and hot dogs.
you give him a fat kiss on the cheek every time you pass him to put a new salad or potato dish on the picnic table in the backyard. he sees you flit around the party checking on everyone’s needs. and he has to start palming himself through his jeans because he’s so turned on by your cutie apron he bought you :(
and when everyone leaves he fucks you raw in the living room cause he can’t even make it upstairs to the bed. he was so hard after seeing you serve food to his friends like the perfect hostess and cleaning up the house he bought for you.
and he begs to come inside you while panting in your ear “p-please babygirl. fuck im gonna come- need a baby on your hip at the next party. please please i need it- oh, oh fuck.”
wanna lightly tug on pope’s hair while he goes down on me cause we haven’t seen each other in months. I NEED FOOD. bite my thighs and call me good girl, I NEED THAT MAN.
fighting with sammy and you slap him across the face which leads to him pinning your hands behind your back and pinning you to the wall, threatening to arrest you for assault. but of course he could never do that so he pulls down your panties and gives you a lesson instead :((
