Singing karaoke with Trinity and Mel, except it’s “Don’t Cha?” by The Pussycat Dolls and you’ve all somehow convinced a bunch of others from the E.R. to come have a drink, including Jack and Robby (I can’t quite see Robby at a karaoke bar, but I also can’t imagine Jack going somewhere like that without making Robby tag along, so here we are. 😂) And when it’s your turn to sing, you do a kind of burlesque type thing where you have fun with it and teasingly strip your jacket off and spin it around in the air. You toss it jokingly to Dennis offstage and wink. Jack and Robby are at the bar, and Jack is just drinking you the fuck innn. Beer? Whiskey? Fuck the alcohol. Who needs it when he has you, in front of him, swaying your hips and shaking your ass like there isn’t an entire bar of people with eyes on you? He just wants that sweet ass in those jeans on a platter in front of him, and he’ll die a happy man. There is, however; too many eyes for Jack’s liking.
Don’t get him wrong, he wants to watch you. He could watch you do this alllll night long. You’re so carefree and effortlessly sexy in the way you move, and sing, and laugh. It’s just that he wants to be the only one watching you. He wants you to dance like this for him naked, and at his place. Did it make him feel like a little bit of a gross, old man? Sure. But if he’s got you - in nothing but his old college T-shirt to wake up to every god given morning - people can think whatever bullshit they want. Fuck ‘em. Yeah, maybe he can be a little gross. He’s daydreamed a time or two about you meanly shoving your panties in his mouth as you bounce up and down on his cock. And yeah, he’s older than you. But that just means he knows how to fuck you better than any guy your age ever could.
You girls aren’t at all quiet when drinking, and Jack overheard you earlier telling the group how nobody’s ever given you an orgasm. And it is a fucking tragedy if Jack ever heard one. He’s embarrassed for the men in your age bracket that don’t know how to please and worship a woman like you. You’re a ray of fucking sunshine that deserves the world, and Jack just wants to show you this - by fucking you with his tongue while you clamp your thighs around his head, crying for him to stop because it’s so deliciously too much. It’s okay, he’ll build your tolerance. You’re not even used to one orgasm from a man let alone two or three a night - every night - rain or shine, period or no period. Don’t worry baby, old Jack’s gonna get you there.
jack abbot scoldingly saying “ah! no ma’am” unlocked something for me… oh my god…. i saw you wrote a lil petplay so if you’d be open to any puppy!reader and jack i’d love to hear any thoughts you have!! your writing is great!
jack expects good manners from his little lady!!
but rly i cannot stop thinking about jack and his gf, who has a penchant for biting and generally being a brat.
he’s brushing hair out of her face? she’s trying to nip his fingers. he’s cuddling her in bed? she’s sinking her teeth into his bicep. he’s cooking dinner? she’s coming up behind him and chomping at his neck, startling him. (and if he smacks her ass with the wooden spoon, that’s between him and god.)
he knows she does it to get a reaction from him. and - it works. more often than not, he’s swatting at her hands, or holding her jaw shut, or pulling on her hair in an effort to correct her, usually adding a low “ah ah ah - what do you think you’re doing?” or “no ma’am - hands to yourself,” or “if that’s how you’re going to use your mouth, i’m not going to let you use it at all.” - and then he shoves a bone shaped gag in her mouth so she can look and sound stupid for the rest of the night :(((
content warning: 18+, MDNI. smut - dacryphilia, dry humping, dom!jack x sub!reader, reader is sleepy (it’s still completely consensual, she is begging for it), jack cums in his pants, i don’t think i missed anything! lmk if i did
a/n: ninth prompt ! prompt: dacryphilia, jack abbot. this one was more of a self indulgent than anything tbh. not proofread, lmk about any mistakes
masterlist | jack abbot masterlist
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you always seemed to get emotional whenever you were tired.
it wasn’t something you could control, you just felt teary when you got sleepy. it was one of jack’s favourite things about you.
you were lying in bed, cuddled up to jack’s side after a long shift. he knew the feeling of exhaustion and guilt after a particularly harsh shift all too well.
“you okay, baby?” he muttered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
you sighed and pressed your head into his shoulder in response. “i’m fine. i just want you right now.”
jack blinked and shifted in surprise as he felt you begin to grind against his good leg. “what? sweetheart, you should sleep. we can do whatever else you want when you’re not so tired.” he gently tried to coax, only to be met with a whine and a sloppy kiss to his jaw.
“no, i need you now. i’ll sleep after.” you promised, fingers curling tightly against his sleep shirt as you rocked your hips back and forth in a steady pattern.
he didn’t protest. he knew once you set your mind on something that you wouldn’t stop until you got it.
jack dipped his head down to meet your lips, his hands reaching to guide your hips.
you moaned against his mouth as your clit throbbed, the friction was almost overwhelming when you were tired.
unfortunately for you, the way jack was holding and kissing you so intimately and letting you use his body to get yourself off, made you feel emotional. the pleasure and love that came from the way jack licked into your mouth made you tear up. you felt unbelievably silly when you realised it.
you pulled away with a gasp, quickly burying your head into his chest while you rutted against him.
“what’s wrong, sweetheart? too much?” jack cooed, gently running his fingers through your hair. “are you almost there?”
you barely registered his words as the tears fell down your cheek, soaking his shirt. you whimpered against his chest, hips stuttering in their rhythm.
jack immediately pulled your head from his chest, his eyes widening as he saw your wet cheeks and glistening eyes.
before he could even process it, a groan escaped his throat as his hips jerked forward, head falling back as he squeezed your waist.
“w- what? jack- did you just cum?” you asked in confusion, pressing a kiss to his cheek and wiping away your tears.
“shit, baby. i’m so sorry.” he panted as he met your eyes again, frowning at the fact that just happened. “i can’t remember the last time i- i came in my pants like that.”
you shook your head as he apologised, moving to lace your hand with his. “did me crying make you..?” you asked quietly, watching his face for a reaction.
jack nodded sheepishly, pulling you close to his body. “you just- you looked so pretty.”
Summary: At a wedding, Jack can’t help but feel so lucky to be the one who gets to take you home.
Tags: tooth rotting fluff, partners also being friends, smut!, rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, light dom/sub, brief mention of “daddy”, reader and jack have a happy healthy relationship, idk man it’s joyful and fun
WC: 2.8k
Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to write shorter blurbs here and there to keep my lovely readers fed in between my 20k nightmare fics.
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Jack Abbot was normal. He was fine. He was definitely not seething watching you dance with friends. The problem with dating the hottest woman in existence was that he couldn’t exclusively monopolize your time. He barely knew anyone at this wedding, it was your friend’s wedding.
She had too many sisters to have you as a bridesmaid and in the comfort and secrecy of your bedroom you had whispered to him that you just didn’t have it in you to be in so many weddings—most of your twenties had been spent traveling around the country to be in friends’ weddings.
Now, he was watching you in a gorgeous plum dress dancing around barefoot with girls you’ve known for over a decade. Some of their husbands were tolerable. Your best friend and her husband were here. Most of the time Ted was fine. Drunk Ted cared a lot about golf and Jack, drunk or sober, couldn’t give a shit.
When P!nk’s “So What” ended you meandered back over to Jack and to his surprise (and delight), collapsed in his lap.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m a little tipsy.”
“So I see,” he replied, lightly pushing your hair back away from your face. Your nice hairdo had long since come unraveled and kept falling in your face.
“I like you so much,” you said leaning into him.
“You don’t love me?” He asked with a smile on his face. You snorted.
“Of course I love you. But I also like you.”
“Thanks?”
“I don’t think all my friends like their husbands,” you whispered a little too wet in his ear. He had to resist the urge to push you away to wipe it off.
“What makes you say that?”
“Take me back to the hotel and I’ll tell you,” you said laying your head on his shoulder. It definitely didn’t look comfortable, largely speaking to your exhaustion. You had been dancing and jumping with your friends for multiple hours.
“C’mon, babe,” he said shifting your legs off his lap.
“Ugh,” you groaned standing again. “I need to tell Claire goodnight.”
“I’ll get our stuff,” he said.
The send off had been a few hours ago, before the elderly relatives had left. Now, it was just a fun party with friends. He loved watching you light up and enjoy being around your people. He loved his people, but they were far more subdued than yours.
Across the dance floor you approached your friend who threw her arms around you with heartfelt but drunken balance and coordination. It made his heart swell, watching how happy you were. Fuck, he loved making you happy. All he wanted in life was to make each day just a little easier; he wanted to do his best to make you happy.
By the time you’d extricated yourself from your friend’s embrace and made your way back to him, Jack had a hold of your purse and coat. He also had already dug your ugly Birkenstocks out of your purse so you didn’t have to put your heels back on.
“Fuck you’re so good to me,” you said, holding onto him while you slipped the shoes on.
“Well if that’s all it takes,” he replied, helping you into your coat.
He kept a hold of your bag when walking out to the parking lot. Just like his mother taught him, he held the door open on the rental car and shut it gently behind you. When he got into the drivers seat, you had dug your water bottle out of your purse.
“Ugh, I’m already sobering up,” you complained.
“So you don’t want drunk fast food?”
You gasped dramatically. “Do you kiss your mother with that dirty mouth?”
Jack laughed and grabbed your hand as he turned out of the parking lot heading back to the hotel.
“What did you mean earlier about your girlfriends not liking their husbands?” He asked pulling into a greasy fast food joint. It rarely mattered which one as the point was disgusting food.
Once the French fries and chicken and burgers had been acquired, Jack pulled into a parking spot towards the back of the lot. One of the first things you both discovered you’d had in common was growing up in small towns. It meant that you both had fond memories of idling car conversations and the occasional makeout. Even now, a long away from your teen years, you both adored your post party ritual.
“So,” you began, curling your legs up. “Abigail, not technically my friend, but she’s a good time. Was talking to me about how glad she was that her husband couldn’t come and that was fucking bonkers to me. Why would you marry someone you don’t like?”
“You would be sad if I couldn’t come?”
“Sure, I like spending time with you. It’s not like it would ruin it for me, I basically barely hung out with you tonight, but it’s fun coming back and kissing you before dancing to Pitbull songs with everyone.”
“I think that’s a compliment,” he laughed.
“But seriously!” You said nudging him. “I like being around you. It’s fun. You’re just as fun as my friends.”
“Even though I can’t dance with the energy of a drunk college girl?”
“Even then,” you laughed. “Hear anything good with the spouses?”
“Ted likes golf,” Jack sighed.
“God he’s so boring,” you laughed. “But she needs boring after the shit head she used to be married to.”
“Do your friends think I’m boring?”
You scoffed. “No, they think you’re a crazy adrenaline junky, not boring. Did you notice the groom’s sister had a fucking weird speech?”
For the next hour you both sat in the car, eating food that would clog your arteries and gossiping about the wedding. It was life giving and comforting in ways you never wanted to lose. You’d had this with friends but Jack was the first man you’d ever dated who wanted to do stupid shit with you. He wanted to go to weddings of people he didn’t know. He wanted to sit in a slightly too heated car talking shit about speeches. He wanted to do nothing and everything with you.
“What’s that look?” Jack asked.
“I dunno,” you sighed. “I just really fucking like you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I really fucking like you, too,” he said. “Even if you dance like a baby giraffe.”
“Fuck off!”
When you both got back to the hotel, Jack helped you search for the various pins hidden somewhere in your hair.
“You’re so pretty,” he said mouth at your bare shoulder.
“Are you trying to get in my pants, Dr. Abbot?”
“You’re not wearing pants,” he said, bracketing your body against the counter of the bathroom. “You are, however, wearing a gorgeous dress I’ve wanted to peel off with my teeth all night.”
“Your teeth, huh?” You asked making eye contact with him in the mirror.
“God I’ve wanted to touch you so bad all night,” he whispered in your ear, pressing a soft kiss right near your hairline.
“You look so good in that suit,” you grumbled, pushing your ass back against his groin. “Kept coming back to kiss you so everyone knew you were mine.”
Jack’s eyes fluttered closed as he buried his face in your neck. Being wanted by you was intoxicating. Knowing that you coveted him as much as he coveted you was more than enough to turn him on. He could feel the ghost of your cunt clenching around him. It had been two weeks since he last fucked you. Both of your jobs had been hectic.
But now, in the privacy of the too expensive hotel room, he had you at his mercy.
“Look at me baby,” he said softly against your ear, relishing in how you shivered against him. “All mine, right?”
“Only yours,” you breathed. “I’ve missed your hands.”
He ran his hands from your thighs up your dress to cup your tits. The strapless dress was held up by tape and some intricate ties in the back. He pulled the tape off your chest gently and then yanked the fabric down under your tits, bra and all. You looked so good. In the dim light of the bathroom, he drank in your heedy gaze.
“Beautiful,” he said attacking your neck again.
Having you in his bed for so long, meant Jack knew just how to kiss you and play with your chest to make you soaked. It’s like he had a cheat code to turning you on. It helped that most of the night had been subtle foreplay between you both. During dinner his hand was definitely too high on your thigh but he couldn’t bear to move it.
“Fuck, baby, take me to bed. It’s cold as shit in here,” you groaned.
“Anything for you,” he said. “How hard do you want tonight?”
“Rough,” you replied.
He wove his fingers through your hair, close to the roots and pulled. He drug you back into the main room and tossed you on the bed face first. Holding you down with one hand on your upper back, he slowly pulled the zipper of your dress down.
“Look at this sexy body,” he said. “All for me.”
You wiggled a little as he unhooked the strapless bra with one hand. It had taken him nearly a year to master, but it was one of his most used bedroom skills. Letting you go, he pulled off the dress harshly, taking your underwear with it. Then you were face down on the bed, naked and already dripping for him.
You had arched your back, preening under his gaze. With a sharp smack to the meaty part of your glute, he watched you jump and settle back into your skin. A few more spanks and he quickly shoved his fingers inside you making you gasp.
He loved all the noises and movements you made during sex. For the duration of your relationship, he had been making a running catalog of how to get you to do a sound or movement. While he harshly fingered you, enjoying the way you squirmed under him, he began unbuckling his belt and pants.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Fuck me, please,” you panted against the comforter.
Shoving his pants down just low enough let out his dick, he pulled his fingers out of you and rubbed your wetness along his cock. Just the smell of you was sending him over the edge. He made sure to clamp down on your hips tightly, hoping to leave a bruise for you to enjoy, before careening his hips into yours aggressively.
There was a grunt as the air was knocked out of you. For a moment he paused, enjoying how you felt. Your cunt always felt so fucking good against his dick. You were so warm and wet and you clenched so beautifully when he spanked you. As much as he loved to be the one furiously fucking you, he also loved having you in charge.
He always enjoyed feeling your nails rake down his back. He was desperate to feel you closer against his skin, so while he had your hips pinned to the bed, he quickly ripped off his button up and undershirt so he could wrap his arm around your neck and pull you up against his body.
Once he felt you against his chest, he began to thrust ferociously against your cunt. He loved how it fluttered and the grunts and groans you released as he harshly pounded into you.
“Fuck, baby,” Jack growled harshly. “You feel so good. Made for me. Carved for my fucking dick, isn’t that right?”
“Just for you,” you said breathlessly.
You were clutching onto the bicep his had wrapped around your neck (more so your chest than neck, but it had the same effect). He felt you meeting his thrusts sending shockwaves through both of you.
“I love it when you’re rough with me,” you heaved against his assault. “Harder, please.”
Your tone was always so breathy and almost whiny when you got worked up like this.
“Anything for my naughty girl. Do you like this dick pounding into you. Does it feel good to have someone treat you so meanly?”
“Fuuuck,” you groaned arching against his grasp more. “You feel so good inside of me.”
“You make me so fucking crazy, pretty girl,” he hissed against your ear. “Watching you tonight was like my own personal dream. The prettiest girl in the world dancing and jumping but always coming back to me. Can’t be without me can you?”
“No, I can’t,” you whined as one of Jack’s hands roughly kneaded your tits. “Your hands are so good.”
“Rub your clit for me, baby. I want to feel you cum on my dick. I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Yes please,” you mumbled. He felt one of your hands leave its iron grasp on his arm. “You fill me up so good.”
Jack felt himself getting close so he pulled out and finished taking off his pants. Getting his prosthetic off quickly was a hard fought for skill, but he managed to push you flat on the bed covering your body with his own before slipping back inside of your warmth.
He wrapped his arm around your throat again and grinned at how you moaned wantonly.
“So pretty when you’re being used by me.”
“Please,” you managed.
“Prop your hips up, baby,” he said getting on his knees to allow you room.
The harsh sounds of him slamming into you filled the room while he kept whispering debauched things in your ear:
“You’re made for me and only me.”
“Using you feels so sweet.”
“Are you going to cum on my dick?”
“I’m so fucking deep, baby.”
“I’m going to make you cum so hard.”
He was so focused on making sure you came, he didn’t noticed how you turned your face.
“Please, daddy, harder,” you moaned.
His hips stuttered and to control himself, he bit into the muscle of your shoulder. He almost felt guilty for how hot he found your cry of pain to be.
“Rub your clit and say it again,” he mumbled against your skin.
Your hand snaked underneath your body, and gasping under his assault you said,
“Harder, daddy. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.
He was so close when he felt the tell tale flutters of your cunt against him. He nearly wept with relief you finally were close enough for him to say,
“Cum on my dick, pretty girl. Show me how good I make you feel. Milk me. Milk daddy.”
You cried out as you tensed and gasped underneath him. He made sure to keep moving as you clenched against him until your shaking thighs collapsed. He continued his furious pace until he felt himself orgasm. It felt like he came forever. When he finally collapsed and rolled over next to you, he chest was heaving.
“Daddy, huh?” He asked.
“I don’t know where it came from,” you laughed. “But you clearly liked it.”
“Surprise for me, too,” he huffed. He pulled you against him, reveling in how your naked skin felt against his.
“You’re sweaty and hot,” you grumbled, nuzzling your face against his chest. It was said like a complaint but you weren’t moving away.
“So are you,” he laughed. You tweaked his nipple.
“I’m fresh as a daisy.”
He laughed and kissed the top of your head. “Want to shower first?”
“Yes please,” you said. “Will you keep me company?”
He snorted and nodded.
The accessible bathroom had a removable shower chair that he used while he waited for you. Unlike the shower at home, it wasn’t big enough for Jack, his shower chair, and you. So he watched as you tied your hair up and quickly rinsed off. He noticed your wince when you gently cleaned your vagina.
“Do you want me to check it?” He asked a little concerned.
“Nah, just sensitive. You did a good job.”
“Wow, did I get an A-plus in sex?”
“Fuck off,” you laughed.
While Jack showered, you began working through your nighttime routine. You took off whatever make up hadn’t been sweated off during the wedding or the following sex and washed your face. By the time Jack got out, you were brushing your teeth.
Before leaving the bathroom you kissed him and said, “I love you.”
“Wuv yew,” he said with his toothbrush in his mouth.
Using his crutches, he made his way back to the bed, pulling on a pair of clean boxers before sliding into bed with you. Like you always did, you slept on the side farthest from the door. It was one of the many things that lingered from the war. Jack wanted to be between you and anything unexpected.
He pulled you against him, in the dark, enjoying how warm and soft you were.
“A good night,” he mumbled.
“And good sex,” you said.
He laughed and closed his eyes, feeling so much love and affection for you leaking out of his chest.
tags: grant reilly x reader, implied age gap blow job, spitting, swallowing, 18+ NSFW MDNI
notes: another day, another smutty homework blurb from @oxalaia-quilombensis , I'm still riding that Yes, Chef high, so grant was definitely next on my list! taglist is below the cut, enjoy!
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Your knees dug into the carpeted flooring, and you knew if you stood, the red imprints of each thread would be clearly and visibly dug into your skin, long reminders of how long you’d been down there. With a throbbing ache, your jaw hung open with drips of saliva pooling at the stretched edges of your mouth. Each breath you sucked in felt like someone had wrapped ribbons around your chest, constricting and gasping. Normally free to move around your mouth, your tongue nestled snugly behind your bottom with a throbbing, hot weight running back and forth along your tastebuds.
Above you, Grant curved downward around your head, large hands multi-tasking to keep your naked spine pressed against the living room walls. His right had already pushed your hair back, gathering the strands into a make-shift pony tail in his palm. If you tried to pull back, his fingers tightened. His left splayed high against the textured paint, giving something for him to rest his weight on. He had left on his shirt, but if you looked up through lidded eyes, you could catch the thatch of silvering hair on his navel each time his hips drew back, leaving a gap between the fabric and skin.
“Fucckkkk,” Grant hissed on his next inward thrust, cock pushing past your molars, tip hitting the very back of your tongue. He made sure to keep the tang of pre somewhere where you could still taste it. That was the very reason he had you in this exact position. “Just like that, honey. Feels so fuckin’ good to have you taste me like this.”
You couldn’t answer him even if you tried. Another lap of saliva dripped over the side of your chin. You wouldn’t be swallowing anything except for what Grant gave you after you’d made the mistake of asking him to change something in his most recent recipe. Picky wouldn’t have been the correct word for you, but asking for the smallest substitution from your Michelin-star-winning-chef-of-a-boyfriend meant betrayal at its finest.
Instead of continuing with dinner, he’d taken you straight into the living room and pushed you to your knees. He hadn’t wasted time in shucking off his belt to allow his pants to drop to his ankles, not even giving his boxers the same methodic motion and tucking the hem just below his balls. His already stiff cock tapped once against his stomach before he pushed it through your lips.
Your mouth tightened around him at the suddenness of sweat, skin, and salty mess that painted the top of your tongue. At the first taste, your nose scrunched, and you tried to jerk away, but that stupid large right hand of his kept you from moving.
“We need to refine your palate, honey,” Grant panted, eyes shut tightly, crows’ feet crinkling in full force. “I cooked you a delicious meal, and instead of thanking me, you asked me to change it—fuck!” His hips snapped, and your nose touched the wiry hairs at the base of his cock. “That won’t do in the grown-up world. Gotta make sure—shit—gotta make sure you can eat anything.”
A high-pitched warble sounded around his length, spit flying, the globs hitting the tops of his thighs. Grant hung his head to look down at the mess you’d become, and he smirked wildly at your flushed cheeks and smearing mascara and fucked out expression.
He hadn’t even touched you, and you looked as though he’d been pounding into your cunt for hours. His dick made you this whiny and needy, eyes wide and glossy with unshed tears. Just the thought nearly brought him to the edge.
His jaw opened, and his head tilted backward, face toward the ceiling as his hips began rocking with a hastened vigor.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oohhh ffuuuu—”
The heated rubber band in his stomach snapped, his hips slowing to powerful thrusts before he pulled out just until his tip rested in the middle of your tongue. Being enveloped in the heat of your mouth had him throbbing and spilling in moments, thick blurts of milky cum puddling over your tastebuds.
“Don’t swallow,” Grant demanded, chest heaving in large gulps of air. “Keep it on your tongue.”
When his cock stopped pulsing, the hand on the wall dropped in order to grip your jaw, and his hips drew backwards, wet length slipping entirely from your mouth. His thumb pushed through your lips and held them open, his stomach rolling with another wave of pleasure at the sight of his spend and your spit sloshing in your mouth. The hand in your hair rounded your face and gently clamped around your throat.
Grant almost went to give you the go ahead, but a nastier thought to make you taste him even further filled his mind, and he acted on it, fully committing without thinking it over. He bent over at the waist, face leaning in towards your open mouth between his fingers. Through lidded eyes, you watched his tongue swirl around his mouth before he puckered slightly. In the next breath, his lips parted, and a thick stream of saliva dripped into your already filled mouth. He leaned back and observed the way his foamy spit mixed with his cum.
“Now you can swallow, honey. One big gulp,” he muttered, letting your jaw finally clamp back together. He watched intently as your throat bobbed under his palm. “Good girl.”
Your lips wetly smacked together, tongue retracting slightly from the overwhelming aftertaste of him. His lips quirked.
“I hope that didn’t fill you up too much,” he muttered, and your eyes cast down to his half-hard cock bobbing near his thighs. “Because we still have so many courses left to train the pickiness out of you.”
hi bb - so ya know how shawn had that earring way back when….i need reader to find out about jack having one too, buys him a hoop, and finds out he’s like super sensitive about his ears (why he got rid of it in the first place) i need him squirming under her as she bites and tugs on it while she rides him into tomorrow 🤤
someone needs to tell @fangirl-dot-com to shut the fuck up because tell me why I have so much work to do and the bitch sends me shit like this??????? god I wish she didn't have good ideas
(also if you look closely at the middle picture, I am 100% convinced you can see the hole)
18+
“Jack, please! It’s so hot!”
“Seriously?” He looked exasperated but amused by your pleading as you wiggled on his lap. “You want it that bad?”
“Yes,” you held up the small, silver hoop, turning it to let the low light of his living room catch it and throw sparks of light across his face. You’d chosen silver on purpose, wanting it to match his hair and stubble. “Just for a bit. Wanna see it on you.”
He sighed, his hands squeezing your hips. He really didn’t understand your fascination with this, but he really was a push over when it came to you.
“Fine,” you squealed with joy, but he caught your wrist before you could lunge for his ear. “But I’m taking it out after an hour. I’m not wearing it full time anymore. I’m 50, not 25, sweetheart.”
You were pretty confident you could get him to cave and wear it for you logner, but you didn’t argue.
“Can I put it in now?”
Jack smirked a little, resisting the urge to make a joke.
“Yeah, baby,” he turned his head, giving you the space to work. He dropped your wrist, both of his hands returning to your hips. “You can.”
You could see the small, nearly invisible hole where the earring would go. Keeping your touches light, you traced from the top of the cartilage down to the lobe with one finger. Beneath you, you could feel Jack shudder.
Interesting.
Unclasping the hoop, you took the lobe between two of your fingers, holding it steady. His breathing was picking up and his fingers were digging into your sides. You slowly slid the post of the hoop through his ear, leaning in close and letting your breath ghost over the shell of his ear.
You could feel him getting hard between your legs, and, subconsciously, his hands were starting to drag your hips over his. Leaning into it, you ground down on him as you closed the hinge, securing the little earring in place.
“So pretty,” you murmured as you sat back to admire him. Jack was flushed, eyes wide and pupils blown as he turned to look up at you. The shining glint of silver in his ear had your walls clenching and feeling much too empty.
“This what you wanted?” Jack pushed his hips up into yours, pulling you down against the his hard cock.
“No, this is,” your hands fell to the waistband of his sweats, pushing the fabric down just enough to free his length. You pumped him once, gathering the little drops of fluid already leaking from his head and spreading it down the rest of him. He sucked in a hard breath, his own hands shifting down to where your underwear barely kept you covered.
“You wanna ride me while I look like a pirate, pretty girl? S’that what you’re into?”
You laughed, lifting your hips to allow him to yank your underwear to the side. His fingers dipped through your slit, finding you more than wet enough to take him without any prep.
“Well, you’ve already got the peg leg. You should probably just lean into your new aesthetic.”
Jack didn’t seem to think you were all that funny. His hand came down against your ass, jolting you forward and into him as you gasped.
“You gonna keep talking or are you solve the little problem you created?” He moved you again, lifting you up until the tip of his cock was aligned with your entrance. You slid down slowly, gasping as he stretched you around him.
“I don’t think I’d call it little,” you bit back a moan as you took him fully, settling down into his lap. Your hips rocked back and forth in small, stuttering grinds as you got used to him. “I’d say it’s pretty sizable.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack looked smug, like he always did when he first entered you. No matter how many times the two of you fucked, you always needed a moment to get used to the way he stretched you, more than any partner had before.
“Mhm,” you started rolling your hips, rising an inch or two up off him before sinking down and grinding your clit against him. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling his head to the side so you could stare at the little sliver hoop. “We gotta get you an eyepatch. Really complete the look.”
“Will you shut up?” Jack slapped your ass again before using his hold on your hips to start moving you harder against him.
Your teeth were itching for something to bite down on as Jack manipulated your body, driving deep into you.
With your craving and just how tantalizing that little piece of jewelry looked, it was inevitable that you leaned forwards and grasped the thin metal with your teeth.
“Oh fuck!”
Jack’s hips jumped up, slamming into yours and forcing a cry from your lips, but you held on. Gently, you worked the lobe of his ear between your teeth, letting your tongue swipe over the soft skin and cold metal.
He was working you harder, dragging you down against him and thrusting up into you with force you hadn’t seen from him before. Every collision of his hips against yours sent little moans flying from your mouth. They were muffled slightly by his flesh still trapped by your teeth, but every sound went straight from you and into his ear.
“Fuck,” Jack was panting, his head turned and ear presented to you like a prize. “Fuck you sound so good, feel so good. Keep doing that.”
You had no intention of stopping, but you did move. You released the lobe of his ear, letting your tongue swipe over the cartilage as you let your pants and whines out, not holding any back anymore.
When Jack’s fingers found your clit, circling the little bud faster than you were ready for, your whole body jerked. Your teeth bit down on the shell of his ear. A loud moan ripped out of you as Jack tugged you back down on him in response, bullying his cock fully inside you.
His whole body shook as the first warm spurts of his release filled you, seeping out around his cock and pooling in his lap. He didn’t stop his fingers, though, keeping up the pace and pushing you over the edge.
Your teeth let go as you came, not wanting to bite him too hard in your haze, but your head didn’t move. You kept it right there next to his ear, letting him hear every moan and whine and gasp as you came.
You clenched hard around him, rolling your hips and grinding between his fingers and his hard length, still filling you up. Your toes curled as the strongest waves passed through you, making your head pleasantly fuzzy.
When your orgasm had passed, you slumped against him, head buried in his shoulder and your hands weakly pushing his still circling fingers away from your core. He relented, moving his soaking fingers away and cradling you in his arms as the two of you panted and tried to recover.
“We should do that again,” your voice was almost completely muffled by his shirt.
“Do what again?”
“Dress you up like a pirate.”
Jack laughed, pulling your head away from him so he could look you in the eyes. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
“I didn’t know that was something you’d be into, baby.”
You pouted, reaching out to tug at the hoop still in his ear. To your delight, his breathing hitched and the softening length of his cock, still buried deep inside you, twitched.
“And I didn’t know you’d be so into having your ears played with,” you ground down against him, swiveling your hips and fiddling with the earring between your fingers. Jack gasped, gritting his teeth as his cock began to fill out once again. “Guess this means you’ll have to keep wearing this pretty little hoop.”
“Not a chance, you evil little minx,” he held your hips still.
“Really?” You tugged again, thoroughly enjoying the way his eyes slid shut and his hips gave an aborted little thrust.
You leaned forward again, until your lips were right next to the shell of his ear. Your tongue darted out, tracing over the ridges. He shuddered again and you could feel just how hard he was already.
jack abbot riding part 2 (feat robby + inspo from a request!)
nsfw, 18+
jack’s hand dwarfed the phone. that’s the first thing you notice.
the second thing is the shit eating grin on his face.
“comfy?” he asks, chin angled down towards you.
you roll your eyes, not wanting to admit that, yes, his boot is very comfortable to straddle. you just whine and put your head on his knee, eyes big and watery as you look up at him.
a crackle comes through the phone. “is that her? i thought i told her to be quiet.”
robby. so fucking demanding, you thought.
“to be fair, brother, i asked her a question.”
you preen - jack’s always there to back his little girl up - even if you technically were told to shut up.
“that didn’t sound like an answer though.”
jack pauses. “good point.”
you find yourself being yanked forward by a firm grip of hair, fingers touching your scalp. the momentum causes your bare pussy to slide across the top of his boot, a pathetic trail of arousal left in its wake.
“i asked if you were comfy, baby. be polite, and answer the question.” jack’s tone was even, almost even a little amused. you could hear robby snort through the phone.
“very comfy.” you mumble, neck strained by the way he’s pulling you.
jack peers around you to inspect his boot. “messy, too. you know you’re going to have to clean that, right?”
you flush, cheeks hot as you can only imagine the ways jack will make you clean his boot after all is said and done.
“should make her lick it up,” robby offers. “like the horny little mutt she is.”
jack and you groan almost simultaneously, both embarrassingly aroused at the thought. jack pushes you by the head down onto his boot, cunt smushed into the toe.
“she’s about to hump like a horny little mutt,” jack grins. “c’mon girl. show us what you’ve got.”
you don’t even hesitate, whining as your cunt slides against the boot, clit bumping the laces every now and then, eliciting a pathetic yelp that robby laughs at.
“how’s our girl look, jack?”
jack tugs you up by the hair again, eyes glazed over as your hips continue to jerk, hindbrain taking over. “like she’s fucked stupid.”
robby laughs again - meanly, you note. “eyes crossing?”
“not yet. figured she’d need my cock in her to really go dumb.”
you start to pant, fingers drifting to your nipples as your climax starts to build.
“ah! no ma’am.” jack tuts, slapping at your fingers. “you know you can’t touch those. those are mine.”
you whine, instead rubbing your tits against his knee, seeking stimulation anyway you can find it.
“jesus mike. she looks pathetic.”
robby exhales, car engine revving in the background. “fuck. wish i wasn’t driving so i could see.”
“yeah, she’s something right now. cunt swollen, mouth open - i don’t think there’s a thought in her little head right now.” jack grins, his hand coming to cup her cheek. “you with us, sweetheart?”
you keen, cunt pressed down hard, rolling your clit into his boot until you come, collapsing into his leg.
you can vaguely hear him and robby talking in the background, but your head is swimming, thighs drenched.
“fuck. that sounded like a big one.”
“oh yeah, brother.” jack lifted you slightly off his boot to see the damage. “she’s gonna have one a hell of a clean up.”
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