I wanna thank each any every one of you filthy little babes for giving me so much love on theseđ„č for as long as you keep enjoying them Iâll keep writing them x
being married to jack means sleeping on your tummy with one thigh hitched over his waist when he sleeps on his back. his broad hand & chubby wrist holding onto your warm skin, fingers curled around your thigh. youâre basically sleeping on top of him as he wiggles a little closer, lifting your leg up further so he can press his morning hard-on against the soft swell of your cunt.
one hand spreading your cheeks so he can wedge himself into you, while his foot plants flat on the mattress. a low, sleepy, raspy groan âfuuck.â oozing out of him as he settles himself inside.
when you stir, pushing your leg further into his tummy to keep him close, heâs instantly going for the kiss. hips bucking up in circles as he lazily laps at your tongue, âgood morning, baby. kiss?â
slooooooooowwww makeout and fucking at 8am on his off-day </3
casually sexting jack abbot while youâre on the couch eating snacks with a face mask on, barely paying attention but still amused by how excited he was getting. lazily lifting your shirt and snapping a pic of your tits from a low angle, smirking, quite satisfied with yourself. and quickly returning your attention to the tv.
and heâs at work, hunched over in the bathroom and trying not to whine your name while he jerks his cock at a frantic pace. his other hand braced against the wall while he grips his phone, trying not to drop it. alternating between that and sloppily typing out the dirtiest things with his chubby thumb. it takes a while for him to type what he wants â some versions of âneed that little pussy so badâ âso fucking hard right nowâ âplease send another pic babyâ you ignore the typos.
heâs imagining you touching yourself too, back arching, body glistening with sweat, moaning like a whore for him. he grits his teeth and closes his eyes, imagining his cock enveloped by your drooling pussy instead of his rough hand. in reality youâre fully clothed, immersed in your newest reality tv obsession.
another message from you. he scrambles to read it, his orgasm approaching.
âcan you pick up food on the way homeâ
and he cums all over his fist anyway, the thought of taking care of his sweet, sexy girl pushing him over the edge.
đarnings ïč đags : pope ripping your panties ïč unprotected piv penetration ïč female ! reader ïč consensual somnophilia ïč no use of y/n ïč use of pet names ïč not proofread ïč smut w/o plot (?) ïč
Pope sat in a chair at the edge of your bed both of his hands on each side of his knees, watching you sleep. Observing the way your chest falls up and down with every breath you take and the way your hair falls onto your face perfectly.
You were in one of his shirts along with your favorite pair of panties. Pope had a raging bulge tenting in his uncomfortable boxers, he wanted to wake you. But he couldnât. not when you were so peaceful.
He shifts in the uncomfortable hard chair, remembering when you said if you werenât awake to help him he had your consent to wake you up with his dick. Even then, it still felt wrong to himâ it felt dirty on his tongue.
But thinking about it was different. It made popes cock throb to be inside your needy cunt and watch you wake up with a shocked look on your face. He stands up from the chair, leaning down and delicately spreading your legs apart, allowing his body to be carefully placed between your legs.
He grazes his fingers down your clothed pussy, a small wet damp immediately catching his eye. You mustâve been dreaming about him to be this wet. His cock twitches in his boxers just thinking about itâ how desperate you must be for him too.
He rubs his fingers on the damp spot, teasing your needy cunt. Andrew can see your panties forming a larger wet spot and he can also see you become more aware âyour body squirms beneath him while soft desperate moans fall from your lips.
Andrewâs eyes fall back on your clothed cunt, he sees a small holeâbarely noticeable but somehow it doesnât slip past him. He pokes both of his thumbs in hole and tearing through the delicate fabric with a loud rip echoing through your room.
Now he could see fully see how wet you actually were. Andrew drags his index and middle finger between your folds, barely brushing up against your clit. He stifles a moan, seeing how your arousal coats his thick fingers.
He pulls his fingers back and pops them into his mouth, tasting you. Heâd much rather eat you out. But right nowâhe just wanted to feel you helplessly clamp around his dick.
With an exhale out of his nose he takes his fingers out his mouth with string of saliva connecting with it. He looks down at his bulge thatâs been straining inside his boxers for the last hour and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to release his cock from the painful straining.
Andrew wraps his calloused hand around his shaft and drags his red, angry tip through your dripping folds, collecting your arousal. A soundâ almost like a growl, rumbles from his chest as he nudges the head of his cock into your entrance.
A low, guttural moan rips from Andrewâs throat as he slowly pushes himself deeper and deeper inside of youâstretching you out with every inch. Andrew sucks in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut as he bottoms out and feels your walls flutter around his aching cock.
His head drops onto your shoulder, littering your neck with gentle kisses. âIâm gonna take such good care of you, baby.â He whispers into your ear, before nuzzling his face into your neck, taking in the familiar sweet smell of the lotion you always put on before you went to bed.
Andrew began to rock his hips against yours, his cock pulling out a little with each drag. His hands sink into the plush skin of your hips to help steady him with each thrust. Then he can feel you began to become awareâyour head swivels around, as a low moan rips from your throat.
And then he feels itâyour fingers clawing into his broad shoulders. Andrew perks his head up just to see the expression on your face. Your brows were furrowed with your mouth gaped open, letting out a loud moan as he plunged his cock deeper, tip brushing just against your cervix.
Your legs wrap around his hips for support, as your nails make deep red marks down his back. âmâ sorry babyâI was so desperate to be inside of you.â Andrew admits, shameful of himself. You couldnât even speak, you were too far gone into the pleasure to even make out your boyfriendâs nonsense words.
You just nodded and placed your free hand behind his head, bringing him into a sloppy kiss. Your teeth and noses clashing together, undeniably needy for each other. You pull away, pressing your damp forehead against his, âfuck me harder, Andrew.â You choke out, with drool dripping from your lip.
Your walls flutter and clench around him as he readjusts his angle, hitting that familiar sensitive spot inside of you. Your head falls back as you let out high pitched moans, clawing your nails deeper into his backâandrew was sure he was bleeding.
Andrew reaches down and presses his index and middle finger against your clit, rubbing tight and fast circles against the sensitive bud which earns a loud gasp out of you. The grip of your walls tighten around him, which just makes him edge you on further. âCâmon baby,â he urged âtell me how good it fuckinâ feels.â
âFeel sâ good andyâŠâ you slur out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his movements quicken and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass becomes louder, his cock pounding into you fully clouds your mind that youâre so unaware of how close you are to cumming on his cock.
âYâ gonna cum baby?â A whiny moan falls from your lips in response. Andrew cups his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look right at him, âopen your eyes, baby.â
Your hazy fucked out eyes slowly flicker open, boring into his dark ones that are filled with lust. âI wanna see your face when you cum on my cock.â He grits through his teeth, you nod, feeling as andrewâs thrusts become more frantic, âcum fâ me, baby.â
A sharp moan tore from your throat as your thighs clamped tighter around his hips and you came hard around his cock.
Not far behind from your climaxâa strangled groan rips from Andrewâs throat. His hips stutter as his release crashes over himâspilling thick white ropes of cum inside of you and painting your walls white.
You whine as you feel andrew slowly pull out and feel your mixed liquids of his cum and yours, spilling out of you and onto the sheets beneath you. âThank you, baby.â He whispers, pushing back the dampened hair strands from your forehead and pressing a small kiss right in the center.
happy belated birthday to my favorite boyâandrew cody.
andrew pope cody fucking you in a tight headlock, prone bone with his entire body weight on top of you, pressing you into the mattress and making your brain go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, from the sheer intensity of his thrusts, his cock hitting that place inside you that always makes your eyes roll back in your head, and then afterâonce youâve both come, exhausted bodies sticky with sweat and your cunt aching, cum spilling out between your thighs and the angry, red claw marks left over on his forearm from your sharp nails scrabbling at himâhe asks you, breathless and earnestly sweet in your ear, âdid i do good? did you like it?â đââïž
Theyâve been together for a lil, reader is experienced but vanilla. up to u how u on plot (i say theyâve done it a few times but reader never finishes) UNTIL now. idk how to write it⊠and u r so much better with words.
But like spicy af. I say dif positions until one works⊠I just need some freak nasty stuff.
special girl àŒâ§âË.
pairing: andrew cody x f!reader
summary: andrew makes you cum.
content: +18 MDNI, established casual relationship, oral f!receiving clit stimulation, fingering, size difference, nipple sucking, secretly possessive!andrew, marking, dirty talk, sloppy makeouts, unprotected piv, multiple positions, intimacy, praise, down bad kinda awkward!andrew, begging, creampie, mention of alcohol consumption
note: god i need him so bad!!!!! this started off as me challenging myself to write a fic 1.5k words or less but it's yap city over here </3
wc: 3.1k
"never?"
it doesn't make sense to him. you're too pretty, too desirable.
andrew knows you've been with others both before and after him. the two of you have never been exclusive, but it's always been...different with you. has always meant more. has always felt as close to love as he's been allowed. an intimacy bordering on worship.
so when you make your confession, he almost doesn't believe it.
but there's so much sincerity in your eyes as you shake your head and say, "nope, never."
he moves just slightly from where he sits on the edge of his bed. you're laying on top of the sheets, head on his pillow, looking like you belong in it far more than andrew ever has. "so you just...what? ...fake it?"
a sound leaves you. not quite a laugh but something close. "not...exactly?" you pick at the tab on the can of your seltzer. "well, i guess sometimes, yeah. it depends on the person."
"and what about..." andrew shrugs, blinking. "what about with me?"
you purse your lips and your eyes narrow the smallest bit. "don't do that," you say.
"what? it's a reasonable question, isn't it?"
for a second, you say nothing. you just stare in that way you sometimes do, attention stuttering over his features. the shape of his mouth, the curl of his lashes, the freckle just above his left brow that you've claimed as your favorite.
"no," you admit softly. "i've never faked anything with you, andy."
"but you've still never finished, right?"
you shake your head in dismissal and set your drink on his nightstand. "it's not about just that, though. not with you."
his brows furrow, and he tries to understand but can't quite wrap his head around it. he wants to ask for clarification, but there's a part of him that fears the answer.
but you see it, even without a word spoken. you see him, the way you always do. the way you always have. "i just like being close to you," you explain. "you always make me feel...i dunno. special."
"you are special," he says. it's not meant as a compliment. rather just truth. but it makes you smile, and pope finds himself wanting to say it again.
he lifts his hand from where it sits at his side, not much more than a twitch, nearly reaching for you out of instinct. but then he puts it back down again, unsure of himself, unsure of...this.
the space between you feels precarious. a new layer of naked truth stripped bare. another curtain pulled back.
you notice, but you don't push.
andrew tries again, heart racing fast as he sets his palm on the inside of your knee. âwe couldâŠwould you want toâŠto try?â
a smirk pulls at the corners of your pretty lips, glossy and strawberry flavored (andrew knew, because he paid for that lipgloss at the beauty store you dragged him to a month ago). âyou wanna try and make me cum?â
he shrugs and strokes his thumb across the top of your thigh. âif you want. i mean, no pressure anything like that butâŠit just feels wrong. like, unfair or something.â
âyou actually want to?â this time it is a laugh that escapes you. a pretty, heartwarming sound heâs adored for as long as he can remember. âlikeâŠhere? now?â
craig and deranâs party thrums with life just outside popeâs bedroom door. youâd come here for a little bit of peace, some respite. only to make a confession that unsettled him more than the noise. âwhy not?â
âwhat if i, likeâŠyou know. canât.â
a crease forms between andrewâs brows. âwell you have before, right? like, by yourself?â
your smile grows. âuhmâŠyeah. yeah, i have. i mean i can, but what if i canât today. like, here.â
âthen we try again later,â he answers simply. and then quickly amends, âi mean ifâif you want.â
for a moment, you sit in the quiet together. youâre considering, pope knows. weighing the offer. his thumb still rubs tiny circles into your thigh casually. itâs an intimate touch but not sexual in nature, not suggestive.
not until you nod and say, âokay, yeah. we can try.â
and then he moves his hand upwards, slowly snaking his fingers between your legs. he presses against your hip, pushing you onto your back, and feels the metallic button of your jeans.
pope nearly pops it open on instinct but forces himself to slow down. tells himself he needs to take his time with this.
so he slips his hand beneath your top instead, cracking a small smile when you squirm as his fingertips ghost over that ticklish spot just a few inches below your rib. he finds the swell of your breasts and massages gently over the fabric of your bra.
you lean forward just enough to pull your top up and over your head, discarding it on the floor at his feet.
andrew reaches around your side and unclasps your bra, albeit a little clumsily, before adding it to the growing pile of your clothes.
when you lay back down, he follows you. presses his soft lips against the corner of your mouth first, a quiet asking for permission.
you turn your head to kiss him fully, lips parting to let him inside. andrew has never really felt good at much, but kissing you, specificallyâhe feels confident in. he's had a fair bit of practice, and knows just how you like it. messy and a little frantic, a clashing of tongues and lips and teeth.
you moan into his mouth and it feels like a victory. andrew bites harshly at your bottom lip, but he's quick to soothe the ache with his tongue.
he crawls further onto the bed, settling between your thighs, and moves his lips just a little lower. laying wet, open mouthed kisses down the curve of your pretty neck, over both of your collarbones, and sucks a blooming bruise at the side of your breast. easily covered, but still a tangible claiming. a mark of his possession.
he laves his tongue over each of your nipples, licking and sucking until your spine bends off the mattress. and then he moves even lower, littering kisses down your abdomen, breathing the scent of your soft skin deep into his lungs.
only now does he allow himself to unbutton your jeans, pulling the zipper down with his teeth. you're wearing a pretty, blue pair of panties beneath, and he presses a chaste kiss to your pubic bone over the fabric.
"god, andrew," you say, kicking your sneakers off at the end of the bed. "i love when you touch me."
he pulls away just a little, enough to turn his eyes up at you. you look so beautiful from this angle, he thinks. eyes glassy and pupils dilated, breathing unevenly. "m'gonna need you to talk to me. tell me what feels good and what doesn't," he explains. and then for good measure adds, "and don't lie to me. i'll know if you lie."
you give him the prettiest smile and then nod. "yeahâŠyeah, okay."
he doesn't waste any more time, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your jeans and underwear and tugging them down your legs.
pope is already hard as stone, but the moment you're bared to him everything changes. you're so beautiful, and all he wants is to make you feel good.
he presses a gentle kiss to your clit first, pushing your thighs apart to spread you open. then he drags his tongue through the seam of your cunt, tasting all the sticky wetness he's created, unable to quiet the groan that rumbles through his chest.
you let out a dreamy sigh and your head falls back as your hands come to tug at the roots of his hair.
pope takes his time; there's no hurried movement to be found. he lets his tongue grow familiar with every hill and valley of the shape of you, the stubble of his day-old facial hair catching on the inside of your thighs.
when he sucks your clit into his mouthâno teeth, just all tongue and lips and softnessâyou gasp for air and he can't help the pride that wells in him.
his fingers flex around your thigh, a silent urge.
and like the special girl you are, you quickly say, "good. feelsâŠs-so good. that's perfect."
he takes it a notch higher, tongue flicking over the sensitive nerve endings.
this time it's not a gasp you give him but a sultry, real moan. so pope stays there, circling your clit with his tongue, spelling his name and yours and hoping it does something in the cosmos to seal the two of you permanently together.
the crease between your brows is telling. he squeezes again, a little harder this time, and pulls away only long enough to order, "talk to me."
"can youâ" he seals his lips around your clit again, drool and slick coating his chin. "oh god. can youâŠyour fingers, too. can youâ?"
pope untangles his limb from around yours, finding your opening with practiced precision. he carefully slides his index finger inside you, humming in response when the intensity of your moaning grows.
he adds his middle finger in beside the first. you're already so wet that he encounters no resistance, pretty pussy taking him greedily. andrew curls them inside you, feeling and pressing against different spots, different angles, untilâ
"fuckâjesus christ, don'tâoh my god don't move just stay right there, please."
he wants to praise you, to comment on how good you're being for him, how perfect.
but pope does exactly as you ask insteadâhe stays right where he's at, fingers moving inside you, tongue circling your pulsing clit. he can feel the silky walls of your cunt constricting around him, squeezing tight and pulling him in deeper.
you're trying. chasing it. but he knows it needs to happen organically. knows that if you try too hard, you'll get in your head about it and never fall over the edge like he wants.
the words vibrate against your clit when he speaks. "stop thinking."
you let out a dramatic groan. "but i don't know if i can," you whine. "i'm soâhmâi'm so close, butâŠ"
pope pulls away completely now, because though spoken in frustration, your words are still direction. and he heeds it like a dog called to heel. "let's try something else, then."
he leans back on his knees and pulls his shirt up and over the back of his head. he flushes beneath your acute attention, eyes unashamed as they drink up his bare chest.
andrew unbuckles his belt and starts to shove them down his hips. "do you have a favoriteâŠway? something that feels the best."
"oh, uhmâŠfromâfrom the back, i guess?"
"you guess?"
"well, that's what feels good for me but it usually meansâŠ"
you hesitate, embarrassment shining bright in your eyes.
pope urges, "means what?"
"people don't typicallyâŠlast very long when weâ"
andrew playfully clicks his tongue, grips you around your thighs, and wrenches you down the mattress. he presses a kiss to the inside of your knee and says, "don't worry, i'll last. now turn over."
he says it with confidence because this is a task for him. and a man like andrew cody? he's thorough.
but that confidence wavers when you arch your back, hands extended beneath the pillow in front of you. the slope of your body is mouth watering. graceful and feminine and yet still so sultry and sinful.
and when he pulls his cock out, lines himself up at your entrance, and pushes in real slow?
he starts to get it.
it's almost too much. too good. you're so tight and wet around him and with his hands on the decadent curve of your ass and the sight of you laid out before him?
yeah.
he understands.
it doesn't take him long to find a good rhythm, thrusting his hips forward and burning himself deep. he settles on his knees , finding an angle that elicits a moan he likes. "how's that, hm? there?"
you nod with your face pressed against the pillow. the next instruction is a single word and spoken in a quiet exhale. "harder."
pope obliges. adds a little more force behind his hips, grunting low to fight off the blinding pleasure that threatens to coil up his spine. you feel so good. "touch yourself," he orders.
with a little effort, you wiggle your hand beneath you to find your clit and pope groans when he feels you clench around him the moment you do.
he watches with panting breath and sweat beading on the back of his freckled neck as the muscles in your shoulders move, working yourself up, being the perfect girl for him. the sight of you a feast of grandeur that he devours.
"oh, fuckâthat's good. that's so good, andy, iâ" a soft sound escapes from between your lips, the sweetest, most carnal moan.
pope knows you're close. he knows because he can feel it, the warm, silken walls of your cunt pulsing around his cock. your fingers keep circling your clit, pushing you just a little further towards the precipice of release.
but thenâ
"i needâoh my godâi need to kiss you. i won't be able to finish unless i kiss you, pleaseâ"
it nearly breaks him, in truth. the sight of your pretty pussy swallowing down his cock like it was made to take him while begging for something as innocent as a kiss.
no one has ever wanted him like that before. not like you do.
and it makes him feelâŠchanged, almost. like he's been on one path his whole life and here you stand in the center of it, changing his course.
pope groans, the sound guttural, his hips stilling. he leans forward, chest to your back, and presses his mouth right between your shoulder blades. the small affection is slow and measured and intimate. he counts each of your panting breaths as the oxygen enters and leaves your lungs.
"hey," pope whispers, easing himself out of you. "c'mere." he gently tugs you upwards, offering the strength of his hands as support when you lean back on shaking legs. "turn around for me."
pope leans back on his knees and turns you so your position mirrors his, face to face. he just stays there for a moment, looking at you, into your pretty eyes, finding himself grateful for this night and this stupid party and that stupid song they played that you hate.
the energy that passes between you isâŠprofound. honest and intimate and aware.
"you're so beautiful," he says, and he doesn't even mean to. it just slips out. "come here. come sit on my lap."
with a slow nod you say, "yeah. okay." you shift forward, anchoring yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders.
he supports you with one big hand on the small of your back, and uses the other to hold his cock steady while you sink onto him.
your moans are in perfect unison; a heavy, desperate sigh. when you roll your hips, andrew shakes his head and says, "no. let me."
he thrusts upwards, hard. stretching you open on his length, forehead pressed to yours.
"oh myâfuck, andrew that'sâ"
"touch yourself," he orders again. "and don't stop until you cum."
white spots cloud his vision the moment you do, feeling you tense up, tightening around him. he presses his forehead to yours and his nose brushes your cheek. each of your breaths become shallower, more ragged, ghosting across his lips and tasting of peppermint and the remnants of your raspberry seltzer. "kiss me," you say again.
he does. kisses you hard, tongue finding yours and claiming your mouth. he thrusts his hips up into you, swallowing your moans and and groaning low.
the thought crosses his mind, for just a secondâthat he might disappoint. because andrew cody realizes very suddenly that he might be in love with you, might have been in love with you for some time. and having you this close is enough to have his heart beating fast and his cock throbbing inside of you. he's not going to last.
he's not.
and thenâ
"don't stop," you whimper against his lips. "don't stop, don't stop, i'm gonnaâoh god. god, fuck i'm gonna cumâ"
"there you go. give it to me," andrew urges.
your nails dig hard into his shoulders. "cum with me. please, andrewâplease, pleaseâ"
that white-hot coil around his spine snaps. you beg so prettily he can't hold it back, spilling his release deep inside you, sticky webs of cum right up against your cervix. he kisses you again, squeezing you tight against his chest. "you're so perfect," he whispers. "my perfect girl. did so good."
his cock quickly grows sensitive. but he doesn't stop moving below you until your muscles go slack and you collapse in his arms, face pressed into the crook of his neck.
you hum, the sound vibrating against his skin, lips wet with his saliva and yours. and then, so gentle and so quiet, you say, "thank you."
pope strokes his fingers over your spine, tracing each one of your vertebrae. he sets you down against the mattress, over the top of his wrinkled but still perfectly made comforter. he lays beside you, observing for a few moments. eventually, he admits, "i don't want you to see anyone else."
a smirk forms. "yeah? that right?"
"yeah." andrew's hand finds yours, fingers closing around your knuckles. "i figuredâŠy'know. since we're making confessions tonight."
you laugh, the sound light and airy. but then silence settles and it feelsâŠheavy. real. "okay," you say.
a crease forms between his brows. "okay?"
"i won't see anyone else."
carefully, almost experimentally, andrew leans forward. his mouth finds yours, lips moving like it's his first time kissing a woman.
he feels you smile and a moment later you ask, "does this make me your girl?"
and he thinks yeah. of course it does. you've been his girl far longer than he'd realized.
halfway through his list of reasons he's toying with himself through his pants, stroking and moving it, showing off the outline. his other hand is over your shoulder, gently brushing fingertips over your tit.
"you know i'm huge, right?" he says. "Pornstar big."
"Shut up."
"i'm serious. im massive. touch it and see."
when you go to reach, he's pushing down his pants to give you a proper handful of the biggest cock you've ever seen-
Robby telling Jack, âcheck on my wife, will yaâ? sheâs scared of the dark.â before leaving off for his sabbatical. oh heâll check on you, alright. Jacks idea of âchecking up on youâ is putting you through your shared mattress, weight completely burying you into your duvet, dropping long, hard strokes while you hold onto his back.
âyou take it so fucking good baby, mhm. you take it like this for him?â he looks over you, sharing that low, hooded with lust look in your eyes. âcanât even reach this far, jackie. yknow that.â
this was not my original approach but this is really hot. thank you. â ïžâ ïžthis is NOT a rabbot post!!â ïžâ ïž
i feel like if he ever found out, he justâŠloves you too much. and Jack is his best friend, itâs not like heâs gonna chose between you two. so he just makes it to where if it happens again, he doesnât want to know, he doesnât want it in his house, and he doesnât wanna catch something. nor does he want Jack to get you pregnant. and itâs sad, yeah. but if pretends to not know, and let his wife indulge itâs fine.
and him and Jack had something in college anyway, he canât really judge or whatever.
but one time he asks about it. âwhat all do you guys do?â youâre reading before bed, brows furrowed. you know what heâs asking. but why is he asking it LMAO âme and Jack? just..sex. we donât go places or anything.â âdoes he eat you out?â âyeah.â âand you suck his dick?â âmhm.â âdo you say you love him?â âno, honey. because heâs not my husband. heâs our best friend.â
when youâre dozing off on his chest, already almost asleep, he asks you, âi wanna join you guys, one day.â ok. no issue.
what you didnât imagine when he said that, is that heâd just be sitting off to the side. youâre at jacks house, letting him lead you to his room, and when you sit on the bed with Jack, Robby pulls the ottoman from the foot of jacks bed and sits down.
âwhatâre you doing, honey?â youâre pulling your shirt off, âthought you wanted to join.â âi do, i am.â âno..joining like-like on the bed. with us. siting all the way over there isnât joining brother.â Jack shakes his head, brows furrowed with curiosity. âoh i donât want to..have sex. i just wanna know what you guys do.â âyou just wanna watch?? like, the whole thing?â âyeah.â Jack knows what this is, heâs seen porn of it, thought about it. but didnât think itâd actually HAPPEN.
âare you sure, baby?? that feels kinda wrong..â youâre scooting to the edge of the bed where he is, rubbing your legs. âyeah, i want to. iâm just curious. do what you usually do honey, im ok.â you give him a little kiss and look back before crawling over to Jack, letting him pull you into a passionate kiss.
you donât say your usual things, i missed you, need you so bad. but Jack does, and he doesnât hold back either. in his defense, the man said do what you usually do. âso wet for me baby, yeah?â rubbing your pussy while you take him in your mouth, âyeah, all the way down. just like that, yâgot it.â âuse that fuckinâ mouth baby. stop teasing, all the way dow-there we go.â
youâre shy the whole way, up until Jack directs you to get on your stomach this time, spreading you wide and splaying his hand over your back to keep you arched. âyou usually keep your leg on for sex?â Robby asks earnestly, no jealousy in his tone. âsometimes,â Jacks easing his dick into you, mouth agape and chest puffed as you moan, not a care in the world as they have conversation over you. âbut itâs not that bad. just, yknow, when iâm on my feet 16 hours a day thatâs when im wanting to kick back.â
he directs his attention to you as he grabs your ass, plunging his dick into you already, âfuckinâ squeezing me, shit. that feel good?â landing a hard smack on your flesh, making you squeal as you nod frantically. you try and keep your moans to a minimum, but Jack is relentless. slamming his dick into you, punching those sweet sounds, squelches and other obscene noises from you.
and he wonât shut up for the life of him, groaning and grunting loudly into the room, making the effort to remind you how fucking good you feel, how tight youâre squeezing him, how good youâre being for them. âstop beinâ so fuckinâ shy baby,â heâs slipping his forearm under your chin and hoisting your head up, his other arm digging his elbow into the mattress as he hold the back of your head steady, giving Robby the perfect view of your fucked out face.
âthere we are, thereâs the pretty girl. show him how fucking good i make you feel,â heâs talking all low in your ear, getting loud, squealing moans out of you as your eyes roll back, tears threatening to brim your lash line. with your cheek smushed against his bicep your mouth lies agape, cursing him as your orgasm runs at you hard.
âohmygod Jack donât stop, donât fucking stop!â you latch onto him, thighs burning as he keeps his steady pace to bring you to your high point, keeping his arms locked around you. âyeah, show âim how hard i make you cum, how this dick does you soo goood,â he bites his lip in a smirk, feeling your pussy flutter open around him, heart beating out of your little body. he leans closer into your ear, whispering low enough for only you to hear.
âopen your eyes, baby. let your Robby know who it really belongs to.â whining at the degradation, you slowly open your eyes at his beckon, scanning down your husband, whoâs eyes hang low, body slouched as he watches you, a newfound hunger in his eyes. and thatâs when you see it: the wet spot in his dark jeans. itâs unmistakable as to what it is, you can see the outline of his tip right where it stemmed from.
you gasp a final time before your eyes roll back, moaning out hard and letting yourself fall limp in Jacks hold, and almost like it was the fact Robby came from just watching you alone, has you cumming around Jacks thick cock. âthatâs it baby, goood girl,â Jack kisses at you cheek, licking up your little tears. you black out after that, your heart feeling heavy as you let Jack fuck you to his own release.
your eyes open uncoordinatedly at the feel of multiple hands petting you, and a mix of Robby and Jacks voice cooing at you. laid over his body, Jack rubbing your ass while Robby rubs under your chin. âyou enjoy yourself, honey?â he kisses at your forehead, smiling when you nod small. âdid so good baby, took me so well,â Jack kisses at the back of your head, and the attention feels too much, youâre warm all over.
âdid you enjoy yourself?â you say, poking at his bulging outline in his jeans where his wet spot still stands. he chuckled a little, nodding with a raised brow. âyeah, you could say that.â
it doesnât happen often, but best believe it happens again.
thinking of abbot!just the tip ^.^ thinking of him getting off work pent up and frustrated after a rough shit, waking u and saying he wont go all the way, but he gets teary eyed holding back until itâs tew much đ
oh god yesâŠi literally love all things concerning âjust the tipâ. iâm clocked in i have to go to work tw daddy kink and heâs kinda pathetic and gross whatever i hate him sm
âjaaack,â you push at his bicep, feeling him paw at your panties from behind. âmâso sleepy..â Jack came home and immediately rushed to you, stripping off his scrubs and cradling you in his arms for a big, squeezing hug thatâd wake you with a soft wince.
he didnât waste anytime to come behind you and wrap his arms around you, muttering about what he went through at the ptmc, but it soon fell behind him when his little friend woke up, feeling your warm, plump ass snuggle close to him. âi know baby i know..â he coos, kissing at your shoulder, âjust..wanna feel her. missed her, yknow..â heâs pushing the soft cotton down your thighs, his fingers padding up your sticky folds and down to your entrance.
âyou always miss her, but sheâs sleepy..â you say into your pillow, though Jack knows you better than that. he feels you grind against his hand as he works his fingers into you. âi know she is, sheâs also a little sticky,â he perks a brow, pulling his cock out and stroking long and slow. âi wonât wake her up too bad. just wanna give her a lil hug. is that ok momma?â
you giggle softly at the word, the word he uses when heâs really trying to goad something out of you. âmmâŠi guess. only a small hug, though. just the tip.â fuck. âokay, just the tip. you can go back to sleep baby, iâll be nice.â heâll be nice alright.
itâs only when heâs thrusting his tip inside you, soaking his cock and watching your pussy clench around him each time, that he thinks about not being nice. gripping your love handles, brows pinched and lip tucked between his teeth watching you stretch around him, even if itâs just his tip.
âfuck baby, feels so good..â heâd mutter into the room, hearing you sleepily whine and mewl from the side. and he wants to keep this going. doesnât want to disturb his sleepy girl, who was so kind enough to bless him with her tight pussy. but you just feel too good baby, way too good. he canât take it.
heâs wiping a tear from his eye with his shoulder, the small groans turning into needy whines, stroking the length that was left without any love from you. he leans up a little watch you face, seeing how your brows crease with the little bit of pleasure, and how youâve been playing with your clit under the cover the whole time. you probably want it too, pumpkin.
he doesnât give it much thought after that, sweeping your hair off your neck and taking a light hold of it in his hand, gripping your waist and bending you the tiniest but forward. you donât even have time to think about the action, because in the split second that it registers, heâs pushing his fat, long dick in you until he canât anymore, your eyes shooting open you as your senses are intruded upon.
âoh-hooh fuââ you canât even finish your words before youâre cutting yourself off with a pornographic moan, one thatâd make the birds flinch. he groans loudly from behind you, eyes rolling back shut and head tipping backwards. and heâs so mean. not giving you a fraction of a second before heâs pulling out and plunging deep in you at the rate of a rabbit in heat.
âfuck, fuck! Jack!?â you moan out, your arms shooting up to grab whatever you could, sheets and cover in your grip as you clench down on him, your eyes squeezing shut so fast you see the stars. his groans are ragged, tired, raspy. like heâs been screaming all damn night. and his grip on your body is even worse, thereâs probably gonna be a bruise there, pumpkin. you understand.
âi know baby, i knoww fuck,â he drawls out, biting his lip as he continued to thrust into you. âfuck youâre so good, youâre so fucking good i-i couldnât do it pumpkin..â you can barely him him over yourself, and the clapping sound from under the covers that grew louder the quicker he fucked you.
he fucked you like he was running a race. funny for someone with half a leg, right? it was hurried, eager. just how long was he thinking of burying into you like this? âyou lied, yerâ a fucking liar..â your words come out shaky, vocal cords moving in tune with the way your body jerked against the bed.
his eyes shoot open, mouth agape as he catches a look at your face: mouth agape in a frown, nose scrunched and eyes rolling to the ceiling. youâre fuckinâ lovinâ it. âi knoww baby i know, iâm sorryyy,â he whines through gritted teeth, and if you could look back youâd see the way his brows are pulled together tight and heâs giving his little puppy eyes.
âiâm sorry baby i just-â he huffs a breath, âyou just feel so good. i canât wait too long, yknow thatâŠâ his hand snakes to the front of your throat, hoisting you back against his chest as he palms at your tits, jackrabbitting his cock in you as he plants wet kisses on your shoulder.
âhad a long fuckinâ night, needed my girl, ok? i just need you baby,â he puts on that sweet, doting voice heâd usually pair with the signature puppy eyes, he knows what works. knows what has you whining and submitting to his dirty tricks, telling him something like âi love you so much jackie u can use me whenever you want :â(.â like you were doing now.
âdaddyâs sorry baby, daddyâs so sorry,â heâs huffing and puffing from behind you, groaning into your ear as he uses your cunt, stuffing you full, hips jittering as he approaches his peak quickly. âbaby i-i wanna cum, wanna cum so fucking bad i canât take it,â he pushes your head to the side, angling you just enough to catch your lips and kiss you hurriedly.
you moan upon impact, snaking your hand backwards to run your fingers through his hair. âiâll-ill fuckinâ stop if you want but i wanna cum so bad baby, can daddy cum in you? pretty please?â how can you say no to him? youâre already putty in his hands, mouth open as you moan into each others mouth.
âyou can cum daddy, mâall yours..always gonna let you use me..!â you whine, and he groans out in relief, whines getting raspy and weaker, bruising your tits in his hand as he comes in you, hips twitches while he fills you, panting over your shoulder as he runs his hand down to your stomach, caressing you lovingly.
âoh baby, youâre so fucking good. can never resist you..â he whispers, pulling his soaked cock out of you with a shudder. âwanna cum..â you whine, rolling onto your back as he lifts up. âi know honey, open your legs for me, mhm. gonna make you cum as much as you want,â us kissing down your stomach, his cum is seeping out of you onto the sheets, âpromise.â
Robby telling Jack, âcheck on my wife, will yaâ? sheâs scared of the dark.â before leaving off for his sabbatical. oh heâll check on you, alright. Jacks idea of âchecking up on youâ is putting you through your shared mattress, weight completely burying you into your duvet, dropping long, hard strokes while you hold onto his back.
âyou take it so fucking good baby, mhm. you take it like this for him?â he looks over you, sharing that low, hooded with lust look in your eyes. âcanât even reach this far, jackie. yknow that.â
i looooove cheating on Robby w Jack fics like yes. YES to hurriedly fucking after Robby finally leaves for his sabbatical. so hurriedly that you donât even make it to the bed, the room. on the floor of the living room.
âyes, fuck yes, oh my god Jack, donât stop,â moaning loud as fuck as you arch off the hardwood floor, your short pulled over your tits and your panties hanging off your ankle. âthree months of this, thank fucking god. love this pussy.â YES!!!
yes to Jack coming over for a barbecue and while youâre inside making a quick drink he comes up behind you and dips his hand under your flowy dress, a short gasp coming from you after he circles your clit.
âj-Jack, Jack.â you warn, eyes bouncing from him over your shoulder, to the sliding door. âthereâs so many people here. heâs right outside..!â heâs pushing his hardened cock against you, and of course you grind back. âheâs on the grill..wonât even notice. his egos too big to notice. just wanna touch it a little, i miss her.â YES!!!!!
Robby puts his hand over your mouth after a particularly loud moan. âYou donât want to wake up Jack now do you, baby? You need to keep quiet. He had a long shift.â
He continues to keep his hand over your mouth as he drags his cock through your wet folds and notches at your entrance. Robby slowly enters and whispers into your ear. âSuch a good girl staying quiet. Think you can keep doing that?â You nod your head as you bite your lower lip to keep as quiet as you can. Robby removes his hand from your mouth and wipes at a tear that fallen near your cheek.
At one point, you turn your head and look at Jack asleep on the other side of the king bed. Robby notices that youâre not looking at him and does a particularly deep thrust, making you gasp. He takes your head and turns it back to him. âEyes on me baby. If Iâm making you cum, youâre looking at me.â
Robby starts to pick up the pace. His fingers find your clit moving in just the right tight circles. Your thighs start to shake and you canât hold back moaning Robbyâs name as you grab his biceps.
Thereâs movement from the other side of the bed. Robby notices that Jack is now awake and sitting up with his back against the headboard watching you two. Robby grabs your hips and makes an adjustment to the angle. âSorry brother, she can never be quiet.â
Jack brushes some of your hair away from your face. âItâs fine. Just means weâre doing something right. Doesnât it sweetheart? Go on. You donât have to be quiet anymore. Let us hear those pretty sounds you make.â
Robby takes that comment as challenge to get you to make as many sounds as he can. He repeatedly finds the perfect spot, making you clench so hard around him that you see black spots. âFuck me. Youâre gripping me tight, baby.â You cry out his name as you cum. Robby follows right behind you, spilling inside of you. âJesus Christ.â He rolls onto his back over on his side of the bed.
Jack pulls you closer to him and kisses your forehead. âYou good, sweetheart?â You nod, still trying to catch your breath.
âAlright, letâs get some sleep now.â Jack maneuvers you so that heâs lined up with your entrance, thatâs dripping with Robbyâs cum. He nudges his tip into you. âDonât want you making a mess all over these sheets.â He slides in the rest of the way, making you whine because youâre still sensitive from Robby.
Robby rolls closer and brushes some of your hair back. âBe a good girl and give Jack a kiss goodnight. Heâs had a hard shift and needs some rest, baby.â
You raise your head up and kiss Jack. âGoodnight Jack.â He puts his hand on the back of your head and kisses you throughly for a moment. Jack breaks the kiss to kiss your forehead. âSuch the perfect girl for us.â You fall asleep a few moments later with Jack still inside you and Robbyâs chest pressed against your back.
