current obsession: the pitt and animal kingdom (aka the shawn hatosy cinematic universe)
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my hobbies: reading, watching movies/tv, watching f1 (ferrari), making shit (collages, videos, paintings), journalling, travelling, photography occasionally
fav shows: twin peaks, the x files, the pitt, supernatural, arrested development, derry girls, new girl, parks n rec, tlou, iasip, narcos, superstore
some fav movies: blue velvet, possession (1981), crash (1996), the fast and the furious, y tu mamĂĄ tambiĂŠn, lost in translation, fire walk with me, mulholland drive, suspiria (both), secretary, donnie darko, a girl walks home alone at night
bands/artists: arctic monkeys, the strokes, lana del rey, sublime, fontaines dc, massive attack, rhcp, lcd soundsystem, ethel cain, wallows, the smiths, led zeppelin, talking heads, the last shadow puppets, deftones, cocteau twins, the sundays, depeche mode, bruce springsteen, kate bush, blood orange, frank ocean, bjork
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pope x reader | insinuating smut | aftercare | mdni
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thinking about how she could barely keep her beautiful eyes open afterward. fluttering her lashes as she caressed her index finger against his moist muscles.
she was melted into the large and familiar mattress. sheâs all warm and dazed. her limbs heavy in that numbing, floaty way that always made her feel disconnected from everything.
except popeâs hand that was draped over her waist. anchoring her back down.
âhey,â he said quietly, still out of breath.
he gave her thigh a light and slow squeeze when she didnât answer the first time. âbaby, you gotta stay with me.â
she blinked slowly up at him from where she was half buried in his pillows, lips parted slightly, completely blissed out.
âi am,â she mused.
ânuh uh.â pope leaned over her, one hand settling against her jaw to keep her attention on him. âyouâre in and out of it.â
a sleepy little smile tugged at her mouth. âmm, i feel nice.â
his expression shifted at her words. he softened for half a second before the seriousness set back into his features.
âbaby, i know.â his rough and calloused thumb brushed once under her eye. âneed you to focus for me now.â
she really tried for him.
be the good girl that he needed her to be.
but then his hand moved down her arm slowly and her eyes drifted again.
pope clicked his tongue softly. âcâmon.â
he pushed himself up off the bed and came back within minutes, holding a glass of water. she made absolutely no move to take it from him, still staring at him with that hazy little expression that made something possessive twist hard in his chest.
âsit up.â
she whined quietly at the command, barely moving.
pope just stared at her for a second before placing the class of water down on the nightstand. then he started hooking an arm behind her back and lifting her against his chiseled chest himself. âthere,â he nodded, âthere baby, take it.â
she immediately sagged into him bonelessly, face tucked into his neck.
âbaby,â pope warned lowly, though there was no real heat behind it. âdrink the water.â
he pressed the cold glass into her hand and kept it there until she finally took a few timid sips.
âgood girl.â he purred in relief.
the praise made her eyes flutter shut again instantly.
âhey.â his hand slid to the back of her neck, grounding her again.âno, no. stay awake another minute.â
âmean,â she whispered weakly.
âyeah?â popeâs mouth twitched slightly as he pulled the blanket over her legs. âyouâre still listening though.â
she looked so soft like this. completely relaxed. trusting him enough to let go entirely.
that part always got to him.
because pope wasnât used to people trusting him with the vulnerable parts of themselves. or any parts if themselves.
but here she was, half asleep in his arms without an ounce of hesitation, letting him guide her through every little thing.
his hand rubbed slowly up and down her back while he kept talking quietly to her, reeling her back in every time she started float.
âlook at me.â
she obeyed.
âthatâs it.â softer now. âyou with me?â
a tiny nod.
âgood.â he kissed her forehead once, lingering there for a second. âdoing so good for me.â
Watching a movie with Gentle!Pope and he's spooning you on the couch while you use his bicep as a firm pillow, his hand fidgeting with the hem of your shirt when he can't quite focus on the movie.
But then towards the end of the movie when the unexpected sad ending comes- he feels your breath slow, small pauses in between as your eyes lock on the screen and he's rubbing up and down your sternum as he pulls you in closer and lets you wipe the subtle tear on his sleeve. Kissing the top of your head as his other hand grabs the remote to turn off the credits.
"s' okay sweet girl, just a movie yeah? C'mere what's wrong, hm?"
And he's rubbing your skin up and down softly trying to soothe you but you keep tearing up and talking about how sad the ending wasâ he can't fully understand why a movie is making you so emotional but he still wants to make sure his pretty girl is okay :(
( In my head he talks to reader the same way he talks to Lenaâ like all sweet n shit to make sure she knows shes safe<3)
content warning: needy!reader, fem!reader, mention of periods/menstrual cycle, dacryphilia, proofread by a very sleepy, crampy girl, daddy kink, use of pet names, sammyâs obsessed with his wife <3
âËâżđđâË minors, do not interact, please âËâżđđâË
sammy x crybaby!wifey who weeps when his cock keeps slipping out of her during sex :(
itâs a been a long week. your body is completely exhausted from your incoming period; shaky and drained, your emotions totally heightened. all you wanted was for sammy to come home and just⌠lay into youâ like really give it to you before you both cuddled up and slept the wednesday away.
dishes were cleaned, leftovers away, the house locked up for the night by the time sammy gets home. it was a flurry of movement throughout your warm, amber lit home. standing from the couch, you curl and uncurl your toes excitedly as the door jingles with sammyâs key.
you can hear the rush of blood in your ears, tongue feeling swollen as the nerve endings on your lobes roar to life. itchy, itchy, itchy. your body is yearning for sammy as you try and cover your pout.
stepping into your shared home, sammy finally sighs in relief at the warm vanilla scent & the sight in front of him. his girl, his sweet baby, standing at the couch waiting for him, cozy sweats & t-shirt making her the picture of comfort.
fuck, he feels too far away already. his green eyes catch on the slight shudder of your body at the sight of him, too.
âhi babyâ he tiredly supplies, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door and slipping his shoes off. truthfully, it takes everything in you not to fall to your knees and help him. not to press your cheek against the side of his knee and hug at his calf while he scratches at your scalp. another shudder, his poor baby.
âwhatâs goin on honey?â sammy coos, voice light and airy as he makes his way over to you. his large palms cradle your cheeks, his own red from being overworked.
you donât want him to worry, itâs a torment to think that you have caused him more stress just because youâre feeling needy. he doesnât need more expectations, right?
so you nod and plaster a smile, nuzzling into his hand with a cheery ââm okay! just really missed you sammy!â
itâs not a lie, you did really miss him. especially when you were wearing his t-shirt and bucking into your fingers unsuccessfully an hour earlier. there was no weight, no hold on top of you that sammyâs thick body always provided.
his thumb runs softly under your eye as he agrees, âokay,â soft and sweet. and the rest of the night goes without a hitch.
dinner, though you are essentially sitting on top of him, is finished pretty quickly.
because sammy sees right through you, always has. itâs no surprise that you, very quickly, find your knees touching your earrings only 15 minutes later.
and itâs filthy. sammyâs tummy warm against the backs of your thighs as pushes in slowly, your toes once again curling and uncurling. his hand stabilizes his lower back a bit, as he wraps the other underneath your knee. âkeep âem spread. atta girl. good girl, baby.â
itâs all so much, the rocking of your gorgeous wooden bedframe against the wall, the little bead of sweat sliding down sammyâs forehead, the incessant squelching of you & him, the sound of puffy, soft skin slapping. if you werenât so fucked out, youâd reach out to crush him to your chest in a hug.
his lips are bitten, gel loosening out of his hair as it first happens. âso wet, too fuckinâ wet baby hang on, ah fuck.â he babbles, trying to slip his cock back through your folds as you whine. your chest feels so heavy, the room feeling smaller as you dig your nails into his planted wrist; needing him to feel stable.
he finds his rhythm again, wet plaps & wiggled hips pressing up into your belly. both hands underneath your knees, youâre a total mess, whining and squealing âsammysammysammyâ as his speed picks up. puffy cunt sucking him in, binding him to you.
sammyâs own whines pick up âfuck, doinâ so good, so so good mmmmâ as he spreads you further. again, the loss of his thick cock causes a loud gasp to escape you.
this time, he wordlessly pumps himself quickly, tapping the tip against your weepy clit before stuffing himself back in as you claw at him.
gritted teeth, youâre almost too loud as you beg âsammy donât stop, fuckinâ me so good sammy please!â your eyes squeeze shut, so so close as he yanks you forward with two strong hands on your hips. the metal of his silver watch digs into your skin as he moves to lay on top of you, sandwiching your legs between your torsos.
again, the dreaded, agonizing feeling of loss. his cock comes sliding out, and sammy initially chuckles before he looks up at you. itâs the final straw before a long, menstrual cycle.
youâre let out a hysterical cry, hands shaking as you desperately try and stuff him back inside of you. chanting in bratty delirium âno no no!â
he belongs inside, want him inside, need him inside.
âb-baby, hey, hey. whatsa matter princess?â he stops, sitting back up to pull you up with him. that same, comforting coo that makes you feel even emptier right now. you donât move though, dumb and needy for your man. your man.
âoh god sammy i just fucking need youâ you sob, having sammy help sit you up for more air in your lungs.
lightly blowing cold air on your face, he nods along to your sobbing complaints and fights the urge to tuck at his cock. a part of him loves when you cry, and itâs especially doing it for him that youâre crying over a 3 second loss of his cock in your cunt.
frantically you weep, âitâs just been such a long day, and iâm getting my period, and your shift is so long, and iâve missed you so much, and iâm so tired, and i wanna cum so bad, and i want you to cum in me, and my heart hurts i want it so bad, and i-â
shushing you, sammyâs heart nearly shatters at your need. itâs so basic, so primal, it feels like your chemical make-up couldâve never existed without him filling you every. single. day.
âlotta big feelings, itâs alright, okay iâll help you. let your sammy help you.â he tuts, laying you back down as your hands stretch to grab him. âtoo far sammyâ âokay, okay, i got you. i have you, âs okay.â
sitting back on his haunches, sammyâs cock stands so proudly that you can barely look at it. sniffling and whining, you donât even recognize yourself as you plead âoh god sammy pleaseâ âshhh, âm comin, itâs all goodâ
pulling your hips flush against his, your thighs are thrown over his own as he slides in again. chubby fingers pumping the base until heâs seated so comfortably in you that youâre huffing in relief.
slow fucking, thatâs sammyâs favorite. the kind where he can feel the intrinsic chill you get when his tip kisses your cervix. the kind where he can hear your huffs and pouty sobs from how good it feels from the movement and simple knowledge that sammy is as close as he physically can be.
ânever gonna slip out again, okay?â he huffs pushing into you in a grind, his hands pressing your arms down into your sides as you tremble.
thereâs something so special about your husband seeing your need to let go, and leaving no room for you to do anything but take it. take him. the thought alone has both of you spiraling.
mushy & sweet, like your love for sammy, your cunt swallows him. over and over and over. and sammy finds himself collapsing over top of you. tummy pressed into yours, big biceps wrapping around your head to cradle you as you wail.
âim givin it- iâm givin it to you baby. fuck! milkinâ me dry, âs all for you, âs all my loveâ he huffs, his own eyes squeezing shut as he whispers into your ear.
soon the sobs turn to near screams, your hand almost pounding on his back in pleasure. âi love you! sammy, sammy i love you!â
his hips stutter, speeding up his thrusts as his mouth hangs open. breath after breath, his cock keeps coming âi love you baby. never leaving this sweet pussy. never ever, oh my god. full âa me forever i promise, always gonna keep you filled up. câmon baby cum, cum for daddy, thatâs it.â
sammyâs gentle voice sends you over the edge, a slobbery open mouth sob leaving your lips as you clutch him closer to you. âthatâs it. âs good, so good. oh fuck, iâm cumming, so wet.. fuck-fuck!â he shudders, spilling into you and laying his full weight on top of you.
he doesnât dream of pulling out, just slides over, still connected to you as you snuggle into his chest. sweaty hands moving hair out of your eyes as he smiles, âmy good baby, i love you. âs that good, you feel better?â but youâre too blissed out to speak. falling asleep in his arms with a smile, finally feeling satiated <3
jack, who can see that youâre overwhelmed & exhausted at the function, calmly and quietly asking you âyou feelin a lil dumb, sweetheart?â and when you finally let out the breath youâve been holding and tearfully nod your head in response, heâs kissing your temple and consoling you âokay baby. get your stuff, weâre goin home.â
jack abbotâs tummy. thatâs it. thatâs the post.
fem!reader, mdni. chokehold, doggy style, dom!jack. porn no plot
youâd insist that he fucked you doggy, forearm and bicep curling around your neck, squeezing just enough to enhance the dizzying sensation his cock ramming into your cervix gave you.
his tummy was warm and heavy, pressing up against the divot of the small of your back, arching perfectly for him to fit against you like a puzzle piece.
whining around his arm, desperately pawing back at his tummy, trying to tug him harder against you.
âstop whininâ.â heâs growling against your ear in between rough pants, cock slowly dragging out to just the tip, pausing momentarily before plunging back inside your greedy cunt with sheer force.
âmngh⌠jusâ need it.â you complain, drooling down against his freckled skin.
âoh, youâre fuckinâ taking it.â grunting as his muscles around your neck contracted. you just nodded along dumbly.
the small silver bell chimed over the coffee shop door making her look looked up automatically with that ready smile, pushing her hair behind her shoulders.
âhi, welcome iâ in.â she stumbled, the words caught in her throat as she started at a man walking in the doorway.
his hair was disheveled and he looked like he'd walked straight out of the longest hospital shift that sheâd never want to work.
hospital junkie, she thought.
he effortlessly wore a pair of navy scrubs with a faded pittsburgh baseball cap pulled low over his brow line making her cheeks warm as she noticed his broad biceps peaking out from under his sleeve.
her eyes glanced towards his salt-and-pepper stubble and she waved as she noticed his hospital id clipped to his waistband.
she bit back a smile, noticing he had the most confused expression she'd ever seen directed at a coffee menu.
"is this your first time here?â she chirped.
he looked over at herâ hazel eyes meeting hers. âis it that obvious?" he gave her a crooked sideways smile that caused her heart to flutter.
"a little." she chuckled but the second she said it, her face fell. "ohâ sorry." she winced. "iâm sorry! that sounded mean."
"it did." he said flatly.
"oh my godââ she panicked walking her hands, motioning that she didnât mean it that way.
"iâm kidding, kid.â his mouth tugged into the faintest smile making her gasp out as relief washed over her so visibly that he almost laughed.
"i was told to come here," he said as he stepped up to the register. "apparently the coffee across the street doesnât hit the spot like this place does."
she giggled. "yeah, iâve heard that before."
"you have?" he rose a brow, tilting his head causing her to to the same.
"mostly from doctors like you." she shrugged.
"how do you know iâm a doctor?"
"i mean..." she pointed sheepishly. "the badge gave it away."
he looked at it, "right."
great job. you moron, he thought.
she looked at him as he looked at the menu and ten back at her.
âiâm going to be honest." drawled.
"okay."
"i have no idea what any of this means." he pointed at all of the specialty items causing her to smile widely.
"tâ the menu?"
he nodded once, "feels like i'm taking another board exam." he joked making her laughâ a bright sound that a couple people turned to look as she covered her mouth.
"oops, sorry."
"for laughing?" he tilted his head.
"i laugh really loud." she blushed shaking her head.
"i don't think you do."
"you don't?"
"no." he said as he found himself studying her for a second. she had this habit of apologizing for things that didn't need apologizing for.
"so," she said, trying to recover, "what do you usually drink?"
"ehâ he shrugged, âa black coffee."
"no flavor?" she wondered.
"nope."
she nodded, "okay, any sugar?"
"no."
"creamer?"
"nah." he shook his head making her tilt her head, her hair fanning over her face.
"so, just a coffee then."
"yes, please."
"hm,â she pretended to think very hard, âi think i have just the thing." she chirped making him smile.
"i was hoping you'd say that."
she turned to make the drink while he looked around the shop. it was cozy, quiet and nothing like the emergency department he'd left twenty minutes ago.
"you know,â she hummed, her voice carrying over the sound of steaming milk, "you look less confused now."
"itâs because iâm not looking at the menu anymore."
"that helps." she mused.
"it does."
she finished pouring the coffee before grabbing a lid as she reached for a marker, she hesitated. she did it all of the time, the little smiley faces on the cups.. but he looked almost too serious for that. she bit her bottom lip, tapping the marker against the cupâ then, before she could overthink it she drew a tny smiley face.
"there you go." she huffed out with a smile and slid the cup across the counter.
jack reached for it, looking down at the cup then back up at her. "you drew a smiley face."
eery ounce of confidence left her body, âoh.. iââ she laughed, âi do that sometimes.. b-it if people donât like it i canââ
this is so embarrassing, she thought.
âyou do it for everybody?"
she nodded quickly, âyeah, most of the time."
"why?"
she shrugged, "i don't know."
she gave him a bashful smile as she averted her eyes from him while giving him a tiny smile. âi think coffee should make people smile before they even drink it."
he looked at the cup again and then at her. "damn that's a good answer."
his words made her shiver causing her hands to rub her hands together ti distract herself on how nervous he was making her. her heart was beating so fast she almost thought he could actually hear it.
âiâm glad." she said quietly as he took a sip. jack paused, rolling his eyes making her stomach drop in anticipation.
"this is really good."
she stated at him while he started back. neither of them looking away from one another. neither of them moved. she opened her mouth to say âthank youâ but someone behind him politely cleared their throat.
he stepped aside, "right." he shook his head motioning for the person to walk up to the counter but her coworker came form the kitchen waved down the customer towards them, noticing how her cheeks were bright pink and the order man stood staring at her with a molten hot stare.
she laughed softly, "busy morning." she said, nervously twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.
"guess so." he hummed. he picked up his coffee again before heading toward the door but just before he pushed it open, he glanced back. "you know..â she looked up, "i never got your name."
for a second, she completely forgot how to speak as she opened and closed her mouth a few times before finally spitting it out to him. he repeated it quietly, like he was making sure he'd remember.
"jack." he pointed to himself making her laugh.
"i know."
"you do?" he asked in slight confusion.
he pointed toward the hospital badge still clipped to his waistband causing him to look down.
"i really should stop forgetting that's there." he blushed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck out and ofnervous habit.
"it keeps giving you away." she joked.
he laughed.
"i guess iâll be seeing more of youâ he smiled causing her to nod slowly.
"i hope so." she tilted her head as she watched him walk backwards towards the front door.
hack nodded once, biting his bottom lip like he was in his mid twenties all over again before disappearing out the door.
the little bell chimed behind him and stood there for another few seconds, staring at the door.
"you forgot to charge him for the extra espresso shot." her coworker's voice snapped her back to reality.
"wâ what?"
"you gave him a double shot." her coworker laughed as she fished off the counter filled with croissant crumbs.
"i did?"
"mhm."
"oops." she shook her head before looking at the computer to see how she put in his order.
her coworker smirked. âyou were flirting it up with that silver fox.â she laughed excitedly.
"hey! i was not." she protested.
"you absolutely were."
she looked down at the register, "do you think he'll actually come back here?"
her coworker grinned, "well considering how he couldnât keep his eyes off of you, iâll bet you twenty bucks heâll be here tomorrow.â
the first time you asked, jack laughed and shook his head. kissing your temple and uttering something along the lines of good one baby, as if you were joking.
the second time he didn't even look up from his book. laid against the headboard with his readers perched low, a soft nope on turning the page. you huffed.
the third time you changed tactic. jack always struggled to think straight when your hands were on him, stroking, rubbing, squeezing the outline of his cock over trousers. he was making dinner when you interrupted and started working him up until he was giving in to your attention. it wasn't til you dropped to your knees, freed him from his sweats and ran your tongue along his reddened tip that he asked what you wanted.
"just makin my boyfriend feel good" you mumbled against his length, "feel goods, doesn't it jackie?"
his breath hitched when you took him in your mouth fully, "fuck baby", hand coming to fist your hair as the counter top took the rest of his weight. "what's gotten into you today hm" you hollowed out your cheeks, head bobbing as his cockhead neared the back of your throat on every take. you could tell he was close when his dick twitched against your tongue and the soft grunts grew louder above you. that's when you pulled off him, batting your eyelashes at his confusion.
"what-"
"it'll be fun" you lazily fisted his cock, keeping him alert. "please jackie, get to watch us fuck whenever you want" you licked a bead of precum away, his hips jolting at the feel of your tongue again. "don't you want that?"
"fuck" how could he say no to you? "fine"
you let him cum in your mouth to seal the deal. a sex tape.
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he struggled a little at first. settling in as if there wasn't a camera capturing his every move on you. you'd set it up at the foot of the bed, feeling your pussy grow damp as you imagined the angles. being able to see how jack looked as he fucked into you, muscles straining, his face when he was cock deep in your cunt.
"relax baby" you purred against his stubble, nuzzling at him. "this is so fucking hot, gonna watch you fuck me over and over and oh-"
you needn't say any more. jack interupted you with his mouth on yours, sucking on your bottom lip with such fervour your chin was coated in his spit.
"gonna make you feel so good baby, make you cum for the camera yeah?" any performance anxiety he had disappeared when your back arched, bare tits pressing into his face as he circled his tongue around your nipple and rolled the other between fingertips.
"fuck jack 'm so wet, touch me, please" you weren't playing up to the camera. sex was always like this between the two of you, so much dirty talk and instruction, pleads and encouragement. you were just excited you'd finally be able to play some of it back.
your pussy jumped when you felt jacks breath between your legs. a kitten lick to your clit and a pull on your thighs then he was face deep, eating you to the high heavens. he moaned into you, hips gyrating against the sheets absentmindendly until he was chasing his own release in tandem with yours.
you fisted his hair with one hand and fucked his face til you were coming all over it. he came to his knees in time to avoid blowing his load all over the bed before he'd even had the chance of being inside you.
"on your knees baby"
you planted yourself at an angle that showcased your glistening cunt, all puffy and wide open for the camera to see. jack had already discarded his prosthetic at the same time as his clothes, positioning you just right in front of him. his hands smoothed over your ass, rolling the flesh before a palm came to thwack one of your cheeks.
"mmmpf, please jack-" he rubbed away the sting. "need your cock baby. please"
the whine in your plea was just too perfect for him not to give in. you looked back over your shoulder to see him stroking himself, eyes dark and concentrating on your sopping hole as he pushed into you. slow at first but you were too impatient, sinking back on your knees to take all of him hard and fast.
"jesus fuck- slow down angel" he huffed a laugh. "you tryna kill this old man?"
that didn't help his cause, pussy clamping down around his cock because he knew how tight it made you. to refer to the age gap between you, calling himself your daddy and you his baby girl. it always elicited pure pornagraphic moans from you and this was no exception.
his hand stroked up your spine, landing at the nape of your neck. he held you there when he started to fuck you hard, face shoved into the mattress and hair tangled between fingers. jack loomed over you, deep hard thrusts until just the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
"my good girl, takin me so well, so perfect"
"j-jack, my g-god" your words stuttered in line with each thrust.
"that's it, make some noise, show the camera how good 'm makin you feel yeah" his voice was low and gravelly, concentrating hard, snapping his hips harder and faster.
"so good jackie, fuck, so close-" your knuckles paled as you fisted the sheets above your head "gonna c-cum-"
that magic word had jack panting and pulling out of you at the same time. you whined at the sudden emptiness but it was mere seconds before he was pulling you up and round.
"want the camera to see how pretty you look when you cum" he leant back, tugging you on top of him til you were sinking back onto his cock, head thrown back at the returning fullness.
"come on that's it, fuck yourself on me" he moved the strands of hair from your face, a gentle gesture that opposed the roughness of his other hand digging into your hip. "fuck yourself baby"
you wasted no time in rolling your hips, a figure of eight then up and down, wanting to feel him hit every part inside you.
"god you look so good, not gonna last much longer..."
"oh, fuckfuckfuck-" the sudden shrillness of your pants accompanied his deep grunts, pushing eachother to the edge as your hips worked manically against him. you came when his thumb found your clit (with ease), the tight circles snapping the band in your stomach, gushing all over him with a silent cry.
jack came inside you a second later. fingers deep in the flesh of your thighs, hips jerking up, your name dripping from his tongue. he slowly rocked into you until his thick white mess was oozing out of you and collecting at the base of his cock.
you rode it out together, bodies relaxing against one another after a few minutes of silence.
"can't wait to watch that back" jack pressed a kiss to your cheek, still catching his breath. "you're a fuckin star"
personally, i just love the idea of andrewâs girlfriend making him absolutely insatiable. heâs not very sexual by nature, and heâs always nervous to make the first move. but after 3 months of being with youâ younger, bubbly, kind, you⌠heâs taking on a new form.
you could be standing with his brothers at a party, nodding along to a drunken story & noticing pope getting spacey and quieter than usual. so, as a comfort, you smile and grab his hand. poor thing doesnât know itâs just supposed to be sweet in the moment, and heâs turning to you so quickly and leaning down to shove his tongue in your mouth.
naturally youâre surprised, gasping with a soft giggle, âandy!â to which he immediately pulls back with smacking lips, ââm sorry.â itâs so genuine it breaks your heart, which then leads to you pulling him into his bedroom to suck him off.
or, youâre sitting on the beach watching him surf one morning. laid across your long tanning chair, happily waving at him in your little bikini as he comes back to join you. deranâs a little further behind, chatting with adrian about the tide, when andrew makes his way to you. he stands above you, broad shoulders nearly covering the warm sun as you look up at him.
âhi honey!â
but his eyes are completely locked in on the movement of your chest, and the drops of water sliding off of him and onto you. a big, meaty hand reaches down, pawing at your chest in a trance as you guffaw.
âandrew!â âcan we go home now?â he tries, still squeezing at your tits and slowly bringing a hand to squeeze at his cock. amused, you quickly stretch your hand out to grab his wrist before he starts palming at himself on this very public beach.
âyou donât wanna surf a little more?â you try, though you love how needy heâs gotten. he scoffs like itâs the last thing in the world heâd want to do, as he sits on your chair with his back to you, âno.â
smiling and shaking your head in faux-exasperation, you lean back for a final few minutes of sunâŚ. until you hear and feel him again. running his big hand up your leg and pouting. âandrew cody-â âlove this color on you, sweetheart. wish youâd wear it all the time.â totally in his own world.
you finally grant him reprieve, standing as his puppy eyes follow you. with a low âcâmon tiger letâs go,â heâs up and throwing you over his shoulder.
happily leading you to his truck. hopefully you can make it home in time, but as he clambers in the passenger seat underneath you, i donât think he can make any promisesâŚ.
