Summary: When you can't choose which piece of lingerie to buy. You decide to text your boyfriend for help, even when he is at work. (0.5k)
Warning: 18+!!!!!!!, mentions of lingerie, mentions of erection, cursing, nothing too explicit tho, implied age gap,i just think that lingerie does something with Jack's brain, so this is just a silly lil fic
You decide that little shopping spree before heading to Jack's for the night is necessary. You go to the shopping mall with the intentions of only buying groceries to make dinner, but the universe seems to have a different idea.
On your way to the grocery store you pass a shop with underwear, and something about it just calls your name.
You take a few normal underwear pieces and as you walk by the lingerie section, you confidently take a few from that selection, too.
Deciding which ones to buy is a harder task, though. Good thing your lovely boyfriend is always up for anything you ask of him.
You: You alone?
Jack stares at the text he got from you, and quickly excuses himself to the bathroom for some privacy.
Handsome: Now I am. What's wrong? Did something happen?
He impatiently waits for you to respond, nervous about your safety and comfort. What if you are hurt and trying to get help from him? What if-
His train of thoughts gets interrupted by another message from you.
You: [3 attached pictures]
You: Can't decide which ones to get :(((. Help me.
Yeah. Jack is fucking screwed.
There you are in all of your beauty. He seriously thinks his heart stops beating for a few seconds as his eyes focus on the pictures.
They are pictures from changing room. And you are shamelessly pouting while you pose with nothing just a lingerie. A smoking hot lingerie.
One black. One pink. And one purple.
There's an immediate strain in his pants as he takes you in.
You: Hello??? Where did you go? :( This is an emergency.
You demand his attention. And that finally breaks him out of the trance. He decides that you are like a love siren, trapping his mind with your smiles and your body. But not that he's complaining.
He instantly scrambles to type in the responds, and opens the payment app just like you taught him how to do it.
Handsome: [Jack sent you 300$. Accept the payment by tomorrow.]
Handsome: All of them.
Is all he types in before he leans against the washing basin. He needs to breath through his fucking erection before he can get back to the ER.
He can practically imagine your giggles as you read his text. And it screws up with him even more.
You: Jack! I wasn't asking for money. And how much do you think these cost??? I'm sending it back.
Handsome: I dare you.
Handsome: You can just buy some more. Or go get the cake you love so much.
Handsome: You better be wearing one of them when I get home, doll. Text me when you get home as well, please!
Your response comes flying in almost immediately. But Jack doesn't dare to look at it, not when he knows how much you love to rile him up and tease him.
He just hopes to survive the shift (that only just started) without any accidental hard-ons.
But knowing you, that's pretty much impossible. He is doomed to receive a dirty text from you. Because you are a little minx.
! contains spicy links to explicit videos ! minors DNI ! NSFW !
thinking ๐ญ quickie with jack abbot before work
as you are trying change from your cute pink night robe to put you work outfit on knowing you are gonna be late for work,you hear jack coming up the stairs rushing to the bedroom, all messy from his morning jog, he then pulls you by your robe towards and onto his body from behind.
as you press to his body you can feel his thick girthy cock over his shorts on your ass that is already hard and ready to work you out.
he kisses your neck, touches you between your panties which are already wet and says โyou are going nowhere missy, im about to please you hard and loud so that you think of me all day sweetheartโ with that husky and raspy voice of his that makes you body melt when he talks, all while he plays with your pussy thru your mesh and sheer panties.
he drops to his knees, then starts to take off your panties slowly while admiring your whole body. โsuch a perfect body you have my love, can look at you forever but now i wanna use you a little bit so that it can ease up your stress from work you are probably gonna get todayโ he says.
he unties the ribbon on your robe and slowly takes it off from you. then starts to leave kisses from your tummy to your thighs, slowly edging you and making you shiver, his fingers trailing the opening of your pussy thru your panties.
he gets up and starts loving on your neck, leaving tiny bruises from the hard kisses, you hear his loud moans and grunts deep in your ear which gives you instant arousal you can feel your nipples get so hard.
jack leaves kisses from your neck to your chest and finds his hands on both of your breasts, he cups them both in his hands and starts to massage them while kissing you slowly. then proceeds to suck one nipple then the other one continuously, leaving a mess of saliva on both of them, flicking slowly one at a time and biting softly with his fronth teeth on them and trying to keep eye contant with you.
you moan so loud and just think of how good this will feel if you just could stay home and let him use you for hours and hours.
he then tells you to โcome over to the mirror, spread your legs open for me baby, i need you to sit on my face and let me have my breakfastโ.
he plops onto the pillow thats on the floor, still with his glasses and headphones on from his early morning jog, his black tight shirt and shorts all dripping in sweat,he positions himself next to the mirror thats attached on the walk in closet and smiles at you like a hungry lion.
you are dripping wet already and seeing him all sweaty and how he smells so good with all his pit and back stains, turns you on even so much more.
he takes the pillow that was already fallen on the floor and puts it behind his head, positions perfectly so that he can see every inch of you, then tells you to face the mirror and squat on his face.
you take the lead and do as he say. he guides your hands and you lock in hand in hand with him. then your legs go down slowly to find his face and you can feel his heavy breathing on your thighs. he leaves your hands and cups and slowly spreads your ass cheeks. you can feel his cold hands when he touches your ass.
he stars slowly with his tongue giving you quick licks all over your pussy trying to taste and tease you at the same time. โdamn princess you are so wet for me, without even touching you or fucking you i got river flowing from within youโ he says.
he puts slowly two fingers inside while licking your clit , and sees how you roll your eyes almost falling over on him from how good that felt. your tremble and your legs start to shake while hes continuosly sucking on your clit and fingers you faster and faster.
โdont cum yet princess, holt it in a bit more, let me have some fun with youโ you hear his voice from below you and how his wet and sloppy lips smack back onto your pussy. you hold onto the mirror infront of you cos jack wants every last bit of drop, indulging all your flavours, he eats you out like its his last day on earth. spitting, making you wetter than youve ever been before.
as he slows down you move his fingers from inside to take over control and you start riding his face while holding and carresing his beautiful salt and pepper soft hair. his tongue working every inch of your insides. goosebumps all over your body from the sounds he is making while he eats it.
then back to jack and him wanting the power he takes back the lead, wraps his hands around your thighs and eats you out faster and faster, you cant hold it anymore and you cum so hard that you slip onto his face, full on. legs cant stop shaking, you moaning so loud, he catches your hand before you hurt yourself and he stops.
you hear him chuckle and say โyou did so well for me baby, gosh i wanna eat you out for hours, that taste so sweet i need to have you as my lunch dinner and every god damn meal foreverโ and he kisses you so hard you taste yourself on his warm and sweaty lips.
he gives you a second to recover but in the meantime you see the clock its already past your time to get out of the house and hit the road. jack sees you start to panic a bit and tells you to quickly get on top of him. he guides you and you sit on his abdomen , he wraps his hands around you and starts kissing you so passionately trying to make you forget about your work and how late you probably are going to be.
he lowers his hands on your hips rocking you back and forth on his sweaty and wet black shorts. you feel his cock rock hard, like its ready to burst out any second. he rises your body with his legs and he pulls his shorts exposing that thick, girthy and veiny cock.
he then pushes you down a bit and from how wet and sweaty he is you slide right onto his cock, your pussy hugging it just waiting for it to go inside. he then takes control rocking you back and forth while kissing you hard and sloppy, tongues tying up together, bodies never been so in sync.
he slips his hand thru your body and adjust his cock to your entrance. he starts very slowly opening you up inch by inch. you whimper while kissing him. he tells you โsshhh baby its okay, i know you are so tight let me strech you out. you can bite on my finger or neck if it gets too much, i love to take the pain away from youโ.
he reaches the end, all deep inside. you feel him so long and girthy, pulsating within you. you can feek him stretching you wide with how big he is. he stars rocking slowly to ease up your entrance and make you comfortable. you grasp for air from how thick he is and tell him to go faster.
he tells you to hook your legs under his and to hug onto his shoulders. he grabs your neck with his right hand and with his left he hardly presses onto your right shoulder preparing to rock your world. then kisses you slowly tells you how beautiful you are and that you are the best thing that has ever happened to him.
jack starts to fuck you harder and faster with every moan you let out in his mouth. you shake and cum so many times you cant even keep count off.
he grabs your hair in his hand and pulls you by it, then stars fucking you relentlessly and thrusting deep in you, the sound of his balls slaping on your ass cheeks is echoing thru the room.
he stops to give you a second to re adjust but you got other plan. you put your legs together on his and start bouncing on him hard as he presses hard with his hands on your ass, trying to feel you deeper and deeper as your ride him out. he loves to watch your ass twerk and bounce all over his cock, it makes him go insane.
jack cant help but want to fuck you even harder and faster than before specially after seeing you ass bounce like that and how much you enjoy him inside of you, he tells you to hug on him again as he proceeds to fuck you more.
he stars grunting and moaning so loud together with you. โi- i- i cant hold it in anymore baby, you are so damn perfect, i want to paint your insides. can- can i cum inside of your sweetheart? can i? please?!โ he yells thru the whimpers he lets out as he keeps his tempo on you.
you say yes and he releases instantly all deep inside while you feel his pulsating cock and every vein of his cock pumping that cum in.
he moans and grunts so loud, which is you favorite sounds that jack makes, he then hugs you even tighter filling you up, as you exhale at the same time hearing his voice and knowing how much he came makes you even hornier and crazier.
you both still sitting on the floor, finally catching your breaths from that crazy quickie that you so not expected.
jack keeps cuddling and telling you how pretty you look even all messy like this. then kisses your forehead and tells you to hurry now to get in the shower,freshen up and go to work.
you run under the shower, get done quickly, put your shirt and skirt on, then kiss jack so hard before you leave the front door running to your car, wondering what excuse you are gonna give to your boss this time.
jack watches and smiles softly at you from the front door as you drive off while waving at you shirtless with his towel wrapped around his hips. he cant wait for you to come back home.
been wanting to write this ever since this video of Shawn for the Quinn App came out. my minds been thinking only of that picture on him on the floor all sweaty in the black shirt with his glasses. what a man๐คค hatosy nation we were so fed these past 2 weeks.
also the links wont work unless you are loggen into twitter!
please let me know if you like this. also again english is not my first language so if there any spelling mistakes im sorry in advance ๐ค
SUMMARY โฉ moving in with your older sister tammi, you develop an odd fixation on her husband
AUTHORS NOTE โฉ for my sammy lovers! also note that sammy does say no or things like โwe canโtโ multiple times but heโs a willing participant (just a guilty one) NOT PROOFREAD
Your sister was the absolute last resort when you suddenly needed somewhere to stay.
The college housing situation you last minute arranged had fallen through, your parents sold your childhood home randomly in the fall to travel after retirement, and most of your friends were already triple bunking up with eachother by the time you started to get desperate.
You and Tammi couldnโt be more different and after a childhood full of arguing, hair pulling, and tense silences whenever you were in a room together, you pretty much resorted to only speaking on holidays.
Tammi thought you were boring and afraid of change, sheโd go on and on about you wasting your youth and having no โshine.โ You thought, to put it frankly, she was an imbecile. You couldnโt stand her immaturity and lack of structure that left you often feeling like the older sister despite before over ten years her junior.
It didnโt help her case that she had an absolute bore of a husband.
Sammy was nice enough in the handful of conversations youโd had with him during visits back home, Tammi somewhere off demanding things of your parents or complaining about the niche aspects of holiday decorations.
Heโd make awkward small talk with you while holding a beer that was growing warmer and warmer the longer he nursed it, asking you how school was going and scratching the back of his neck when you gave a dry response.
The most interesting thing about him was the one time youโd walked in on him smoking weed in the garage, his eyes widening as he hurriedly waved the smoke away from his face and told you it wasnโt what it looked like.
Youโd told him you werenโt stupid and asked him for a hit, hand already extended with the same bored look on your face as always.
You both never talked about it and you wished you could have said you were surprised when a few years later he was suddenly in the police force but it seemed like a very obvious thing to do for a man as boring as Sammy Bryant.
Now that you were staying with the not so happy couple, he actually provided a good amount of entertainment even though it was a bit hard to watch.
Theyโd fight over just about everything, from dinner sides to him coming home a few hours late and being too exhausted to help out around the house. Heโd get the same embarrassed look on his face everytime he saw you watching them curiously, either because he was the one stuck married to her or because he felt guilty your stay was a far shot from peaceful.
You werenโt sure when your small fascination with him started.
Sammy was of course easy on the eyes, especially when he would come home after a long day with his hair curlier than usual from exertion and his hands tugging at his tie and shirt buttons. You hadnโt ever missed the fact he was attractive but it seemed a lot more apparent now that you were seeing him more than annual visits.
And he was gentle, one of the sweeter men you had met in your lifetime. He was endlessly patient with Tammi even when she was acting in a way that would drive any normal person insane, devoted to his job and the troubled youth he encountered, and even warm to Richter who had his own share of canine problems.
You found him fascinating when heโd come home in the middle of dinner and greet her with a stiff kiss, starting to talk about his day with enthusiasm and then trailing off unfinished when he noticed she wasnโt paying attention.
Sometimes heโd catch your eye and youโd give him a sorry glance but most nights he silently finished his meal while staring at his plate.
Currently youโd been standing in the doorway of the kitchen for a few minutes, watching the muscles in his tense back as he scrubbed the dishes and occasionally muttered under his breath.
Him and Tammi had fought again, one of the screaming matches that seemed a bit heavier than the usual bickering.
โIโve got it.โ He jolted a little at the sound of your voice barely audible over the running water, stopping his movements and glancing over at you. โSeriously, you must be exhausted. Iโll finish up.โ
He hesitated like he wanted to protest but the fatigue was obvious on his face, only having had walked through the door less than half an hour ago. Dinner had ended abruptly with Tammi in a fit of tears as she screamed about her broken camera and he screamed back about her getting a real job instead of spending all of his money.
You werenโt sure if he had even eaten anything before he was shoving his chair back and aggressively clearing the plates.
โYou sure?โ He sighed it out and ran a hand over his face, looking a lot less angry now as he slowly gained that familiar embarrassed look.
You gave him a reassuring nod and gestured for him to leave the kitchen, your eyes staying locked together in a silent exchange for a few seconds before he was pursing his lips and doing exactly that.
It became a bit of a routine after that, the two of you cleaning up together after dinner. Most of the time it was quiet between you but occasionally you talked about his day or rambled about your part time job downtown and the variety of ridiculous customers.
Tammi didnโt seem to notice the small bond forming between you considering she most likely wasnโt even aware you had a dishwasher in the house. You werenโt sure youโd ever seen her clean a single thing despite her messy tendencies.
However she did apparently notice your choice of wardrobe now that the summer weather had kicked into high gear.
โItโs a pair of shorts Tammi.โ Your voice was detached and unbothered as you fiddled with Richters collar, attaching the leash to the metal ring and ignoring your sister as she scoffed.
โBarely. My husband lives here too you know.โ She spat back in that shrill voice of hers and now you fixed your gaze on her with a sharp glare.
โHeโs not even home and itโs almost 100 degrees outside, what the hell do you expect me to wear?โ Your voice was louder now as you moved towards the door, a typical sister argument if it wasnโt for the slight truth behind her annoyance.
Despite your denial, you did find yourself dressing a bit more provocative when you knew Sammy would be around.
Maybe it was a bit cruel of you but you liked how awkward he got when you walked past him in a tight tank top without a bra underneath, or bent down to unplug the vacuum in a tiny pair of sleep shorts. His gaze was always on the ceiling when you checked his reaction, neck a little flushed as he cleared his throat and made some excuse to leave the room.
You saw the way he kissed your sister good night, both of them stiff and without any type of chemistry or heat. They barely touched and looked almost disgusted when they had to be in close proximity, no noises from their bedroom at night that would indicate either of them having a good time.
Sammy looked more heated when you were simply doing laundry together.
You didnโt blame him even though you could tell he blamed himself, an almost pained look on his face whenever you gave him a flirty smile or giggled a little too girlishly. He wasnโt the type of man to let his eyes wander in a marriage, even one as unhappy as his was.
It didnโt help that you were his wifeโs younger sister, much younger.
You were storming out of the house as Tammi continued to try and lecture you about your clothing, lightly tugged along by an excited Richter. He pulled a little harder than normal when he spotted the car in the driveway, Sammy getting out right as you were passing by.
โHey.โ He greeted gently, approaching just enough to bend down and pet Richter on the head. His eyes slowly drifted up to your face, not before trailing over your bare legs and thighs. โYou guys heading out?โ
โYour wife is driving us both insane.โ You said flatly and he laughed a little, shaking his head in disagreement. Sammy was never one to talk down on your sister, even after a huge blowout argument he still would try and convince you she just was having a hard time lately. โHow was your day?โ
He kissed his teeth at the question, eyes drifting off as he squinted against the bright sun. โCouldโve been better.โ
You nodded sympathetically and gestured back towards the house with a thumb over your shoulder.
โGood luck in there then.โ You said softly, half joking but genuinely feeling a little guilty knowing your sister was already in a terrible mood.
He clenched his jaw a little like he was just as aware as you were that a fight would unfold in no time, nodding his head in parting as he disappeared inside.
You took your time walking Richter around the neighborhood in circles, hoping that Tammi would be in bed avoiding household chores by the time you got back there. Both because you couldnโt take anymore bitching from her and because you were selfishly hoping to catch Sammy alone.
Fate was clearly not on your side because you walked back in to a rare sight, the two of them curled up on the couch beside each other as they watched a movie.
You could remember being in high school and seeing them like this, sitting together by a Christmas tree or kissing happily on Thanksgiving. Thereโd been no sign of it since you moved in and you felt a little surprised at the pure bitterness you felt in your stomach, a little rough as you tossed Richters leash on top of the shoe rack and shooed him away.
Tammi complained when you purposefully passed by them, blocking the TV momentarily with an emotionless look on your face.
You werenโt sure why it bothered you so bad.
Sure you thought Sammy was attractive and you liked getting under his skin, the complimentary nature of his stuttering when you blinked up at him or took a deep breath if you brushed by him closely. It was flattering and an ego boost for him to so obviously struggle around you but that shouldnโt leave you feel so sick at the sight of him resting his head on your sisterโs shoulder.
His wifeโs shoulder.
Your movements were a little rougher than necessary as you cleaned up the kitchen and you didnโt hear his footsteps over the clanking of the plates.
You stiffened when he was suddenly next to you, unbuttoning the wrist of his sleeves so he could roll them up to his elbows and help you wash up. He was silent for the first few minutes and then he cleared his throat, your eyes going to the side of his face.
โShe feels bad that you fought.โ He muttered and you glanced back at the living room, unable to see your sister sitting on the couch now and assuming she had retreated back to their room.
โBet she does.โ Your voice was cold and sarcastic which made him sigh in that disappointed paternal way that apparently made you shiver. โDid she tell you what it was about?โ
Youโd stopped with the dishes now to fully face him and he was putting a noticeable amount of effort into avoiding looking at you, letting you know she had in fact told him before he even hummed in confirmation. You scoffed bitterly and nodded slowly in disbelief at how obvious it was that she had said something to him about your clothing.
โReally Sammy? Youโre not even going to look at me now?โ Your voice dropped into a low whisper that made you feel like you had done something wrong.
Your intentions may had been a little misguided but youโd never actually crossed any type of line. His gaze and your subtle flirting could easily pass as just being friendly and a little awkward, youโd never done something as simple as felt his skin against yours before even in an accidental graze.
Youโd never once actually flirted with him or said something that could have a hidden innuendo. The tension was simple enough it could have been entirely in your head even though you started to doubt that when he finally looked at you, clearly a little conflicted.
โMaybe you could just throw a shirt on sometimes.โ He said it so softly that you almost felt bad, a little awkward stammer stunting a few words from leaving his mouth.
โItโs not my fault if you look at my tits Sammy.โ Your words were harsher than you meant them to be and definitely a little counterproductive towards your possible end goal of actually catching his attention but you could practically hear your sisterโs voice in his suggestion.
You were nearly certain she had whined and complained to him about you and how uncomfortable it was making her, begging him to talk to you and put up some boundaries.
He fully flushed at the statement and his eyebrows furrowed, taking an instinctive step back and resting a hand on the counter as he stared at you.
โIโm going to pretend you didnโt just say that.โ He practically whispered and now it was your turn to sigh.
โDo you even care about how unfair this is?โ You took a step closer to him under the guise of keeping the conversation private and he stared down at you with a level of knowing that almost made you embarrassed by how obvious you apparently were. โIsnโt this my house too?โ
He said your name so softly that you felt a little dizzy, a little hot all over from him scolding you for some reason.
โYou know how she gets.โ He whispers like itโs a secret the two of you share and now youโre frowning, hating most of all when he tries to defend her to you like you donโt know her better than anyone for the worst reasons.
โYeah sheโs ridiculous, borderline crazy.โ You say back and itโs a little less quiet which makes him send a panicked look towards the hallway that leads to their room. โShe treats both of us like shit Sammy.โ
โSheโs go-โ He starts and stops the second you send him a sharp look, not needing to hear the same spiel about her and the hard times sheโs apparently going through for the dozenth time this week.
He huffs out a defeated breath but thankfully doesnโt try to continue and make excuses for her that you both donโt actually believe. Itโs followed by a moment of tense silence before you turn and head down to the guest room, feeling so bothered by your first slight argument that your chest burns.
Sammy doesnโt bring it up again even though Tammi clearly gets more and more annoyed by you, not just the fact that your clothes have since gotten shorter and tighter since the fight but now sheโs started to nitpick just about everything she could think of.
Going for long walks with Richter just didnโt cut it for you anymore which is exactly how you found yourself sitting at the counter of some random dive bar youโd pass on your way back from work.
It wasnโt that late yet so there was only a dozen or so people sat with drinks, either having been there for most the day already or just getting off a shift and seeking solace the same way you were.
You felt almost like life was playing a cruel trick on you when the door opened behind you and a loud group came in, already a bit annoyed at the volume before you glanced over and saw the familiar uniforms now standing next to you.
There was a group of about six officers, most of them rowdy and shoving at eachother with overlapping jabs you couldnโt make out under the layers.
And in the middle of them was Sammy.
He was currently being nudged at by one of the guys who was clearly mocking him about something, a boyish grin on his face as he waved the man away playfully. He looked different like this, so much lighter than he seemed at dinner or after an argument with Tammi.
You werenโt sure if it was the feeling of your gaze on him or just natural instinct to scan his surroundings but his eyes were landing on you and the smile on his face was gone, replaced with a sort of deer in headlights look that almost made you laugh.
It took about four seconds for the others to notice where his attention had gone to and it clearly peaked their interest, seeing an opportunity to make the situation completely humiliating for him.
โSammy.โ You couldnโt stop yourself from saying his name in a light greeting, tipping the top of your beer bottle at him and slightly angling your body in his direction.
โWhy arenโt you at home?โ His response didnโt help his case at all with the other officers, curious smirks on their faces as one grabbed his shoulders from behind and shook him lightly.
The question was a bit nonsensical considering it wasnโt that late at night yet but the area you were in definitely wasnโt the safest and youโd never really been the type to go out, typically heading back home as soon as you were done with work or class.
โYou didnโt tell us your wife was a total smoke show Bryant.โ The guy behind him was loud and obnoxious but you smiled at the comment, fully turned in their direction now with your back leaned against the bar top.
He was either new or didnโt know Sammy very well considering heโd definitely brought Tammi around before but you figured her appearances probably dwindled in recent years once their marriage got rocky.
โSheโs Tammiโs sister.โ He mumbled but it was barely registered by the others who were going between snickering at his awkwardness and trailing their eyes up and down your frame.
โAh younger model.โ One of the others snickered and Sammy tensed completely now, jaw tensing when you audibly laughed.
โNew and improved.โ You were clearly laying it on thick, twirling your hair with your finger and arching your back in a way that practically shoved your tiny tank top covered chest in their direction. Your tone was flirtatious and far more seductive than necessary, maybe not noticeable to the rowdy officers but definitely to Sammy who had never heard you like that.
He was moving faster than you could process it, gripping your forearm and lightly tugging you off the stool as you made a sound of protest.
โLetโs go.โ He gruffed and you had no choice but to follow after him, the whistles and hoots of his coworkers getting more and more distant behind you.
You yanked your arm away from him as soon as you were outside, feeling a burning sensation where he had been touching you.
โWhat the hell is your problem?โ You hissed and he spun around to face you, expression just as irritated as it was when he fought with your sister which left a weird feeling in your gut.
โWhy are you saying shit like that?โ He spat back and your eyebrows furrowed, not buying that he was really that upset about your slight dig towards Tammi.
You were quiet as you contemplated the real reason he might be this agitated by the brief interaction, taking a few steps forward that made him clench his jaw and gulp as that familiar nervousness started to replace his anger.
โDonโt be like that Sammy.โ You said it softly, that tone of voice you used when you were trying to fluster him. It was already effective enough in the kitchen doing dishes but even more deadly now, standing outside a bar in that outfit. โAre you mad they can look and you canโt?โ
He didnโt reply, his eyes locked on your face intensely like he was physically restraining himself from letting his gaze wander, and you knew you had gotten it right.
โI wonโt tell her.โ You say quietly now and shift even closer, a bit distracted by the rare sight of him in full uniform and the way the shirt stretches around his biceps.
โCome on.โ He says and it sounds exhausted, taking a few steps away. โGet in the car.โ
You sigh but follow him without any resistance, disappointment that your first actually incriminating line hadnโt gotten much reaction from him. His lack of reaction was a win within itself though considering how pained he looked from trying to keep himself in check.
He drove in silence back to the house, parking in front of it when you arrived instead of in the driveway. You could see all the lights turned off except for their bedroom, blinds completely drawn where Tammi was undoubtedly obsessively editing her photos or searching for new camera equipment sheโd force him to buy.
โI have to go back to the station for some paperwork.โ He mumbled in explanation for the distant parking and you stared at him for a second.
He was keeping his gaze focused on the wheel in front of him, only glancing over when he felt your eyes on him. It was almost instinctually, the way it dipped down to your chest before flickering back up to your face with pure guilt.
You wanted to laugh but you almost felt pity for him and his inability to keep anything hidden.
โSammy.โ Your voice was half pleading and half tempting, your body shifting until you were facing him fully. โGo ahead and look.โ
His eyes stayed locked on yours for a few breaths, clearly conflicted with himself. You felt a wave of heat at how obvious he was with his desire, regardless if it had anything to do with you or just the fact you were a young and attractive body in front of him when he was so obviously starved of intimacy.
Then he was finally caving and staring down at your chest, covered by the tank top mostly but still a noticeable amount of cleavage and smooth bare skin for him to gawk at.
You didnโt want to lose his attention now that you finally had it and you werenโt really thinking straight when you reached up to your shoulders to pull the straps down, ignoring the way he said your name in warning and tugging the tank top so it bunched up at your ribs.
He inhaled sharply at the sight of you in your bra, eyes darting all around your torso for a second like he couldnโt decide if he should still look or find something else to focus on.
His hands were twitching in his lap, curling into a fist and balling up the fabric of his pants.
โMore?โ You asked softly and now you were toying with the final straps on your shoulders, eyes curious as you obsessed over watching him and his reactions. He was almost embarrassing to observe, so clearly overwhelmed and torn by the sight of you.
You smiled when his head was nodding eagerly after a moment of contemplation, maybe too desperate to think straight or just having realized youโd already crossed a line.
Sammy wasnโt going to touch you, you knew that for a fact, atleast not yet. But he clearly had given up on pretending he didnโt want to look at you.
Your hands were steady unlike his still fidgeting anxiously, undoing your bra with an easy motion before you were taking it off completely and letting it rest on the middle console. His eyes went to it briefly, almost touching his forearm, before they were immediately locked back on your now bare chest.
You stared at him as his breath hitched.
He almost looked like he was going to cry when you were letting your palms glide over your ribs, teasing your skin until he seemed like he was going to lose his mind before you were cupping your breast and pushing them together.
โDo you like that?โ You whispered softly and the sound of your voice, flirty and coaxing seemed to almost break him.
He groaned audibly and ran a shaky hand over his face, slapping it against the top of the steering wheel after as he adjusted his posture before looking back at you closely.
โYeah.โ He croaked it out with noticeable effort and you hoped the satisfaction you felt wasnโt as obvious on your face, practically beaming at the admission. โKeep going.โ
You hummed in response and did exactly as he said, rubbing and groping your own chest as you stared at him closely. He seemed almost transfixed by the sight of it, your soft flesh being pushed and pulled by your hands and your hard nipples peeking through your fingers.
โWish youโd touch me Sammy.โ Your voice was definitely breathier now as you felt a familiar stirring in your gut from your own stimulation, a low groan leaving him when your words registered. โYou donโt have to say anything. Just watch me touch myself.โ
He stayed silent like you expected, clearly having decided that speaking to you would only make this situation worse than it was, but he kept his gaze locked on you and the way you were playing with your nipples and skin.
This went on for a few tension filled minutes before his radio was crackling to life with some combination of words you couldnโt register. You frowned as he noticeably stiffened and finally looked away from you, taking a deep calming breath.
โPlease go inside.โ He whispered, back to pointedly staring at the steering wheel and avoiding the sight of you. โPlease.โ
It was nearly begging and you had a feeling if you pushed just a bit further he would fold, halfway considering it before you were nodding and grabbing your bra off of the middle console.
Sammy was pulling off with a squeal as soon as you were at the front door, having waited and watched until you were off the sidewalk.
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He practically acted like you didnโt exist after the encounter, no longer helping you with dishes or lingering around after dinner to have small talk with you about his day.
Youโd expected it but it still stung the same.
He hadnโt taken advantage of you, if anything it was the opposite, but you still felt almost sick with shame and rejection. It drove you nearly insane to see him with Tammi now that you knew what it felt like to be under his wanting gaze, an obsession of sorts brewing dangerously under your surface as you went about your days like nothing had happened.
You waited to try your luck again until one of the rare days Sammy was home and your sister wasnโt. She had mentioned to you this morning that she had a dinner with a โmodelโ before talking your ear off about the photoshoot subject but youโd stopped listening as soon as she said sheโd be gone for a few hours.
Sammy was somewhere in the living room when you had gone into the shower, making it one of your shortest of all time. You stayed in there just long enough to let the room get steamed up, your wet hair sticking to your shoulders and your bare skinned adorned with nothing but a small towel and water droplets.
You waited for a second after shutting off the shower head, listening closely to see if you could hear him in the living room. You smiled when you heard him clearing his throat and muttering something to Richter.
โSammy?โ You called out in an exaggerated helpless tone. You repeated it louder a few times until the sound of his quick footsteps coming down the hallway and you grin with excitement.
โYou okay?โ He asked softly, first half of the question muffled behind the door and the second clearer as you swung it open.
His gaze immediately raked over your towel covered frame, the bottom of it barely covering the swell of tour ass. He had a knowing look on his face when his eyes finally met yours again, worsening when you gave him a sweet smile.
โMy clothes were too close to the shower and got wet.โ You frowned at him in an exaggerated manner and he sighed loudly, glancing behind you to see the piles of clothes that looked suspiciously dry. โItโs too cold to walk all the way to my room like this, could you grab me something to wear?โ
He said your name slowly in warning, fingers tapping against the wooden doorframe like he was considering calling you out on how obvious you were currently being. But Sammy was too sweet to do such a thing and you knew it, using his kindness as a clear weakness.
โPlease Sammy.โ Your pout was even more pronounced and you leaned in close enough for him to inhale sharply, leaning back immediately until he was nodding and heading down the hallway. โThank you.โ
He ignored your call after him and you waited patiently for him to return, leaning against the doorway in the tiny towel and trying to ignore the slight shiver that ran over you for the sake of your plan.
He came back with a stern look like he had mentally prepared himself to be unaffected by you and pushed a handful of clothes in your direction. You took it and laughed after a quick glance over.
โNo underwear?โ Your head cocked and his face fell, genuinely having forgotten in his determination to do anything but think about your drawer full of lacy panties. โThatโs okay.โ
There was no hesitance to the way you dropped the towel, letting it pool in a ball at your feet. His shoulders deflated and he instinctively stared at your chest before drifting down the smooth plane of your stomach and finally between your thighs.
He couldnโt see much considering you were both standing close enough together that heโd have to very intentionally strain his neck downwards to really look but you were fully naked in front of him and that fact was enough to make his head spin.
It was only a few seconds of bare skin before you were pulling the shirt he had grabbed over your head but it was long enough for the image to burn in his mind.
โMore comfortable this way anyways.โ You said softly as you smiled up at him and brushed past, letting your chest rub against his arm as you went to your room.
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It turned out that driving Sammy Bryant to insanity was a highly entertaining hobby to have developed. He was so easy to fluster even after seeing all of you that day in the bathroom, still getting all red in the face whenever you got too close or touched his hand while passing salt at dinner.
Tammi had been relatively calm lately, the fights she picked daily consisting more of brief bickering than actual screaming matches. You figured it had something to do with that so called model she had dinner with the other night but that was also keeping her out of the house more often so you werenโt going to mention it.
You liked being alone with Sammy and for more reasons than your own selfish teasing. It gave you a genuine warmth to cook dinner for him, cleaning up side by side and sometimes watching movies when he could stomach being around you for long periods of time.
He would never sit next to you of course, maintaining a respectful distance and excusing himself awkwardly to bed the second you said something flirty or a romcom got too steamy.
Sammy Bryant was sadly a good guy.
So you really were left with no choice but to cross the line for him, knowing heโd never do it himself.
Youโd been watching a movie silently like you were so often these days when you grew too impatient to continue trying to toe that stupid fucking line with him. You stood up and went to block his view of the TV, his gaze questioning and then panicked when you climbed into his lap.
โWhat are you doing?โ He halfway gasped out and you kneaded your hands into his shoulders.
โDonโt play dumb Sammy.โ You sigh softly as you settle onto him, knees on both sides of his thighs as you straddle his lap. โI canโt take it anymore.โ
โWe canโt do this.โ He rushes out but he makes no move to remove you, maybe too scared to touch you at all.
You frown and lean forward so your chests are pressing together before placing a light kiss on his jaw. He practically melts right away, unsurprisingly easy despite how much he was pretending to not want you the same way you wanted him.
Your mouth is hot and wet on his skin and only gets more feverish when heโs finally letting his big hands rest on you, one on the small of your back and the other tangling in your hair like heโs preparing to stop you if you go too far.
โDoes that feel good Sammy?โ You whisper against his neck and he makes a sound from deep in his chest. You suck on his jaw lightly and his hands clench on you, eyes closing at the sensation. โLet me make you feel good.โ
โYeah.โ He breathes out in agreement, a desperate pant as he nods. โPlease.โ
Your mouth is on his as soon as the word leaves him and itโs messy right from the start, moving together roughly as he slightly sits up off the couch to press into you. Itโs depraved and dirty, the tension boiling over into a crash of teeth knocking and tongues colliding desperately. Sammy kisses you like heโd been thinking of it for far longer than you might have realized and you return it tenfold, gripping his shoulders tightly.
He hums and grabs your jaw to keep you steady as you lick into each otherโs mouths, tilting your head just enough to allow him to get deeper as he eagerly tastes you. You hadnโt expected him to be this dirty considering how stale every interaction with Tammi seemed.
Youโre desperate to get your shirt off and he waste no time, caught up in the heat of whatโs happening and both of you dazed from how fast things escalated. His hand is roughly cupping one of your breast and heโs bringing his hot mouth down to it, wrapped around your hard nipple as you whine loudly and grab his hair.
โOh fuck Sammy.โ You gasp, back arching to push yourself further into him as he feverishly licks and sucks your heated skin. โThere we go baby, I knew you wanted me like this.โ
โStop talking.โ He grunts as he comes up for air just long enough to pull you into another bruising kiss, tongues immediately tangling again.
Youโre rocking in his lap now and heโs groaning so much he can barely keep up with your mouth, more so just you licking into him while he completely loses control of himself now that heโs finally allowed himself to have you.
โOh my god.โ He grunts out, clearly pained from the desire filling him, his eyes lock down on his lap where youโre currently rolling your hips against the obvious tent in his pants. โWhat the fuck am I doing?โ
โLetting yourself have what you want for once.โ Youโre whispering in his ear as you rock against him, panting slightly into his neck as you cling to his shoulders. He groans and lets his hands grip your hips roughly to help you move.
โOh god.โ He nearly whimpers as you speed up, getting sloppy and desperate as his own hips leave the couch to try and thrust up against you. You gasp at the feeling and nod to encourage him to continue.
โFuck Sammy.โ You whine and he grips you harder at the sound. โWish you could fuck me like this, Iโd ride you right now.โ
โN-no.โ He groans and youโre suddenly very aware of the cold metal band around his finger digging into your skin. โWe canโt.โ
โBut Iโm so tight.โ You tease, going back to kissing him between panted temptations while what you actually mean is heard silently by both of you, tighter than Tammi, better than Tammi. โIโd make you feel so good.โ
He curses under his breath as he bucks up to meet your pace again and you nearly collapse against his chest as you fall silent and let yourself atleast enjoy the feeling of humping against him like this.
Youโre both losing it, whining and groaning as you make out sloppily and his hands rub up and down your bare back, occasionally snaking to the front to desperately grab at your chest and any part of your body he can touch.
โOh my god.โ He grunts out and you know exactly what the pained sound means, encouraging him with kisses to the neck and a nod of your head.
โThere we go Sammy, come on baby please.โ You gasp as you keep moving on top of him, the heat filling you almost making you dizzy as you exert yourself to please him. โWant you to cum for me.โ
Heโs gripping you so hard itโs painful as he rushes forward to kiss you again and shut you up, both of you moaning and panting into each others mouths as he finishes in his pants, still thrusting up against you until your whines get high pitched and youโre following right after him.
Thereโs a moment of softness after itโs over where you relax against his chest and continue to kiss each other, less heated now but still deep and passionate as you taste him eagerly.
Itโs almost sweet, his hands much gentler now as he rubs your back and yours hold his face softly.
You kiss for a long time and your heart senses the end before it actually happens, just a split second of hesitance from him making your chest tighten up. He pulls away and his face is full of guilt, nearing so close to disgusted that you almost want to cry even though you know itโs not directed towards you.
Heโs fully hating himself for what happened because Sammy is a good man. So good that itโs hard to blame him when heโs gently pushing you off of his lap and onto the couch before heโs standing up and retreating back to his room.
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Heโs flat out avoiding you now and not even bothering to hide it.
His hours at work nearly double and suddenly heโs always too tired to eat dinner with you and your sister or not feeling good, a headache or a back ache or anything that warrants him getting to hide out in their room as much as possible.
Tammi rants to you one of the nights he doesnโt come home until far past normal, telling you how she thinks heโs depressed and that he needs a creative outlet or a hobby.
You want to tell her that sheโs an idiot and that if he was depressed heโd need real help and not a fucking paintbrush, but you settle for humming in vague acknowledgement.
Youโre only half paying attention when she mentions the fact theyโre trying for a baby, head snapping up to stare at where sheโs currently sitting at the table and scrolling on her laptop.
โWhat?โ It comes out sharper than you mean for it too and she narrows her eyes at you. โA baby? I meanโฆ are you sure thatโs a good idea Tammi?โ
You tell yourself youโd have the same reaction regardless of what happened between you and Sammy, the knowledge of your sister being a terrible candidate for a mother existing long before you even took a second look at him.
โWhy wouldnโt it be?โ She asked just as tensely, another sister disagreement already building at the mere suggestion you disagree with her.
โYou just said Sammy might be depressed.โ You reason even though it doesnโt even feel right to say.
Sammy would be an amazing father regardless of how he was feeling emotionally, you could just tell by how patient and gentle he was with just about everything and everyone around him. Including you before youโd pushed him too far, holding out for much longer than anyone else might have with your advances.
And even now he still wasnโt cruel to you although the distance was worse in your opinion.
โIt was his idea.โ She shrugs as she says it like it doesnโt send a pang directly to your heart.
It takes all of your effort to not show how affected you are on your face.
Sammy canโt avoid you when he comes home, you made sure of it. Tammi had fallen asleep hours ago and Richter was resting in his kennel, dishes done and house spotless without a single excuse for him to ignore you standing in the kitchen.
Heโd have to really be an asshole and purposefully walk right pass you when youโre so clearly waiting for him and itโs just not in his nature so he slows down with a sigh, lingering there as he waits for you to or do whatever thing youโve decided on torturing him with today.
โYouโre having a baby?โ Your voice is quiet and sounds more hurt than you expected it to, a little too accusatory. It was meant to be a question but the delivery barely landed and his eyebrows furrowed immediately.
โWhat?โ He surprisingly takes a few steps closer in confusion, setting down his jacket on the chair. โWhat are you talking about? Did Tammi say that?โ
You sigh and shake your head, realizing how what you said could be misunderstood as a very poor announcement of something he wasnโt supposed to know.
โNo I just meant.. she said you were trying.โ You try and explain but it comes out awkward and a little lost.
He takes a long pause as he just looks at you and you hate that itโs the first time heโs really paying attention to you in days and itโs with so much pity. The pity is ten times worse than any anger or distaste he might be able to muster.
โWe talked about it yeah. Months ago, before you even moved in.โ His voice is soft and reassuring even though you both know that it makes no sense in this scenario. He doesnโt owe you anything, not an explanation and certainly not loyalty.
You nod but your lips are pursed tightly and you feel a weird scratching feeling in your throat, suddenly very aware of the fact you want to cry.
You have no idea when your twisted attraction for Sammy turned into something else entirely. It had been a fun game for you to occupy yourself with while you were stuck in a suburban hell but somewhere along the ride you had gotten lost in the domestic nights you shared.
โHey.โ And then there was that, the sweetness of his voice as he moved closer to you.
It was rare he ever initiated contact, barely staying in a room with you lately, but his caring nature clearly made him drop some of his walls because he was cupping your cheek gently.
โDonโt do that please. I donโt want you to be upset.โ Heโs still whispering but it feels incredibly invasion, like heโd seen right through you far easier than you preferred.
You werenโt sure what drove you to it but you almost couldnโt help yourself, leaning forward on your tiptoes and pressing your lips against his.
He kissed you back immediately almost out of instinct after last time before he was sighing and pushing you back lightly, shaking his head and clenching his jaw.
โWe canโt.โ He said sternly but his hand was still on your face, thumb lightly rubbing your cheek. โYou know we canโt.โ
It would have hurt more if it wasnโt for the expression he had as he stared down at you, gentle and so clearly wanting. You nodded in reluctant understanding but he was surprising you again when he made a low noise and dipped his head to kiss you again, clearly pushing past the mental block he was facing.
You eagerly kissed him back, similar to the last one you had shared full of sweetness and undeniable passion.
Your mouths moved together perfectly, chemistry obvious between you as your tongues tangled in sync and you halfway deflated in relief at the ever growing familiar taste of him.
โIโm sorry.โ He mumbles against your mouth and you try to quiet him with more kisses, a few being allowed before heโs continuing to speak. โI donโt know whatโs wrong with me.โ
โThereโs nothing wrong with you Sammy.โ You attempt to reassure even though you know it most likely falls on deaf ears. โItโs okay to want something.โ
โNot this.โ He immediately disagrees but still pecks your mouth a few more times, the final time being a long press. โI canโt want this.โ
Youโre both silent for a second as you frown softly, your hands on his biceps as you rub softly.
โBut you do?โ Itโs more vulnerable than you mean for it to be but now youโre plagued with the thoughts of him and Tammi having a baby, sealing their lives together forever and shifting his priorities and attention far away from you and whatever this was.
You needed to hear him say, not just assume from the desperate longing look in his eyes whenever he glanced at you.
โYeah.โ He whispered the confirmation down at you with little to no hesitance and you release a breath you didnโt even know you were holding so deeply. โI want you.โ
Sammy only had a few more seconds to spare before Tammiโs voice was coming down the hallway, questioning and beckoning him to bed while your stomach clenched painfully. He glanced down at your lips again like he was considering kissing you goodnight before he seemingly decided against it, giving you a pitying look before he was leaving.
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He stopped ignoring you after that but you had decided that was almost worse.
You craved him all the time and it was a little less embarrassing now that he was hiding his own wants less. His hands were constantly finding you when Tammi wasnโt paying attention, grazing the small of your back or tucking your hair behind your ears with an overwhelming gentleness.
And then there was the kissing.
It happened less often than you would have liked but still almost every time he could, initiating most of the time. Youโd be doing the laundry and suddenly pressed against the machine with his mouth on yours or getting a quick stolen peck when he passed by you in the living room before going to work.
You could almost pretend that he was your husband instead of your sisters.
You had the same domestic fantasy when you were walking into the police station, Richter in front of you slightly pulling you along as you tried to reel him in to the best of your ability. He was excited for the same reasons you were, spotting Sammy at his desk and nearly yanking your arm off.
โHey you guys.โ Sammyโs voice was soft when he spotted you both, rolling his chair slightly away from the desk so he could greet Richter with some playful pets. His eyes went to you next and you were glad to see him smiling, halfway worried he was going to be upset you showed up unannounced. โYou okay?โ
โAsk him.โ You smiled back and gestured down towards the excited dog, pulling out the small baggie youโd been stashing when Sammy raised his eyebrows in question. โHe found this on our walk, almost tripped me in the process of getting it out of a bush.โ
Youโre holding the plastic with your fingertips to avoid touching it too much and Sammy laughs in slight disbelief at the baggie filled with white powder, nodding his head slowly with a low whistle.
โI figured I should bring it to you instead of throwing it away at the park.โ You continued to explain and he was standing now, pulling a plastic glove out of one of his drawers and taking it from you.
โYou figured right, thank you sweetheart.โ He said lightly and you both tensed up at the pet name, definitely accidental judging by the embarrassed look on his face.
You blinked at him for an awkward second before clearing your throat and glancing around the station.
โYou have a second?โ
His eyes darkened just enough for it to be noticeable before he was nodding and gesturing for you to follow him. You left Richter behind with some of the officers who had been fawning over him since he walked in.
Sammy was on you practically as soon as you turned a corner into a quiet hallway, mouth pressed against yours as you giggled softly into the kiss.
โShouldnโt we go somewhere more private?โ You asked him softly, your hands flat on his chest and rubbing softly while his went to the small of your back. He ignored you for a second in favor of kissing you again before he was huffing out a breath and nodding, taking your hand in his and leading you further down.
It was a small room with a few printers that looked old or broken, some leaning shelves full of stacks of paper and a noticeable lack of windows.
You kissed him desperately now that you were free to, hand holding his jaw as he guided you back against the door with his own grip on your waist. His mouth was hot and desperate on yours in a way that made your stomach clench with anticipation after waiting for him to want you like this for so long.
โBeen thinking about you all day.โ He confessed against your lips and you beamed up at him, letting the hand that was on his face move up to his hair.
โYeah?โ You whispered softly as pecked his jaw which drew a low hum out of him. โWhat about?โ
You were kissing again like that was an answer within itself, his tongue slipping into your mouth and sending waves of warmth through your body. You matched it eagerly, tangling them together and using your free hand to try and tug his tie off.
He made another sound, this one of disapproval and grabbed your wrist lightly to stop you as he sighed and pulled away from your mouth. You frowned but were slightly satiated when he rested his head on your shoulder like he was physically exhausted from denying you.
It was quiet for a minute or two and you wondered if he was coming to a similar realization to that one youโd recently accepted.
This was more than lust and stupidly now.
Your hands were gently rubbing him, in his curls and across his back while his grip flexed on your hips. You could hear the sounds of other officers and detectives outside the door, a whole life he lived and belonged in while you were guided to the storage closet.
โYou called me sweetheart.โ You said softly just to break the silence, not even realizing the pet name he had accidentally used earlier had stuck in your head until you spoke.
His head lifted off your shoulder so his eyes could be locked on yours, they were so ridiculously fond and gentle it made you a little dizzy, a big change from the nervous and guarded look he had a few weeks ago.
โYeah it just came out.โ He spoke quietly, leaning forward as he did so you felt his breath on your lips before he was kissing you again. โIs that okay? Is it something you like?โ
โYes.โ You breathed back immediately, deepening the frustratingly slow kisses for a few seconds before pulling back again. โI like it a lot.โ
Sammy wasnโt shy with the pet names after that, using them almost constantly now that he knew you liked them. He used them so habitually that you felt a little anxious anytime Tammi was in the room and he was speaking to you, wondering when the time would come that he slipped up out of instinct.
Things were good between you for weeks even though there was the selfish part of you that was always wanting more and more. He still had that same guilt in his eyes, especially when you got a little more heated than just kissing in passing.
But he wasnโt denying himself of you any more and you were completely greedy.
You felt no shame about what you were doing, it didnโt keep you up at night thinking about how you were betraying your sister. Thatโs where you and him were different, where he was a good man still despite the growing affair.
The need for more was never satisfied just by kissing him, even if it was the type of kissing that left you with shaky legs and damp underwear. Heโd let you say filthy things to him, running his hands all over your body and being a little too nervous to talk dirty back to you. You liked the redness of his neck when you whispered sweet sins to him
He even pushed aside his shame to let you blow him in the front of his patrol car, stopping by on a lunch break when you texted him that you had a terrible shift.
Heโd looked so concerned when you pulled up that you almost felt bad for the hunger that hit you seeing him in uniform. He had barely gotten down the street before you were leaning over the middle console and gently kissing at his neck, trying his best to ignore you before he was turning into an empty parking lot.
It was the same as always with your mouths hot on each other, tongues tangling and him tugging you out of your seat until you were sitting on his lap and whining against his lips.
You could feel him getting hard under you and you were so desperate you could barely breathe, mouth watering as you begged him to at least let you see it, even let you just jerk him off before he went back to work.
โNo baby no.โ He had protested against your mouth even though he was visibly shuddering at the suggestions and groaning everytime you shifted your hips ontop of him. It didnโt take long before he was gently moving you back over and letting you take his belt off.
Things got much harder for you after that, getting to see his length and taste him on your tongue and down your throat without having him completely. It was driving you genuinely insane enough to the point you would have jumped his bones right in front of Tammi.
He was currently making it much worse by walking in the kitchen with the tired look on his face you liked so much and his big hands tugging off his tie.
โIs she asleep?โ His voice is low and you nod, lip pulled between your teeth as you rest your back on the kitchen sink drawers and watch him approach you slowly. Your hands are behind you and curling around the edge of the counter with anticipation. โHey baby.โ
Itโs soft, far softer than the things youโre currently imagining and you lean closer to him when he presses against you and cups your face to give you a greeting kiss.
Like youโre his wife.
โHow was your day?โ You hum back, more than happy to play the part.
โLong.โ He says back and you can feel the words vibrating your mouth, answering him and his stressed out tone with a deeper kiss.
He doesnโt hesitate before reciprocating it, hand leaving your face in favor of spanning across your lower back and tugging you closer. Your head tilts naturally to allow the kiss to escalate even more and you almost feel guilty for the depraved things youโre thinking about.
โWhatโs wrong sweetheart?โ He mumbles against your lips and you pout a little at the gentle question, not knowing how exactly he could tell your mind was occupied.
โNothingโs wrong.โ You say back and he gives you a slightly firm look, clearly not buying your answer. You sigh and peck his lips before taking a second to consider how you want to word it. โYouโre being mean to me.โ
He fondly laughs a little in surprise at your statement, rubbing your back softly as you blink up at him. Your hands go to his loose tie to help remove it fully, working on the top few buttons next.
โIโm not being mean.โ He denies with amusement, eyeing you as you maneuver with his clothes. You donโt stop at the top three buttons and his eyebrows raises. โI give you what you want.โ
โNot everything.โ You disagree easily and he knows what youโre talking about, he must know by now what you really need so desperately from him.
โItโs hard baby.โ He whispers and kisses you again like itโll soothe you enough for you to drop it. You donโt at all, the opposite in fact when you let your palm leave his shirt and go down to the minimal space between your bodies to tug at his belt buckle.
Youโre not trying to undo it but simply pulling him forward and indicating what you really are wanting.
โYou know we shouldnโt.โ He sighs in a whisper but he looks conflicted and still a little fond of you and your antics, no matter how whiny.
โCan I at least blow you again?โ You pout up at him like itโs such a simple request and his breath catches in his throat. โI did so good, didnโt I?โ
โOf course you did sweetheart.โ He agrees easily, bending down to kiss you again and softly tucking your hair behind your ears. Heโs so sweet that it makes you a little angry, wishing so bad heโd just take what you knew he wanted from you. โYouโre always so good for me.โ
Youโve gotten halfway down his shirt now with the buttons before you stop, leaning forward to press your lips against his chest briefly before youโre blinking up at him again. A warmth fills you at the praise even though youโre well aware of how good you make him feel.
โSay it.โ You whisper and he knows exactly what you mean, the same phrase youโd requested from him numerous times by now with no shame. His head tilts as he sighs, wanting to tell you no but knowing by the look on your face itโs a terrible idea.
โYouโre better than her.โ He says back, barely audible but still sincere. Heโs looks a little pained to say it but it makes you breathe out in relief and nod your head in quick agreement. โYou make me feel so good babygirl.โ
Your mouths are pressed back together and itโs filthy immediately now, tongues tangling and his hands moving off your back and down to knead your ass under the small skirt youโre wearing.
Itโs heating up quickly again, getting dizzier and dizzier the longer it goes on.
Heโs groaning loudly at one point and pulling away from the kiss to roughly turn you around. You gasp at the movement and the way he crowds up behind you, his chest pressed against your back as you halfway bend over the counter.
You whimper loudly when you feel how hard he is against your ass and bend over even more so you can rub yourself back on him. He groans and immediately goes to roughly grab your hip with one hand, the other one smoothing over your cheek before heโs pressing a finger into your mouth. You suck happily on it as he experimentally ruts his hips forward.
โGotta be quiet princess.โ He urges as he slips another finger in and you moan obediently around them, arching your back as he rubs himself against you and fills your mouth.
Your tongue is eagerly licking all over his fingers as you suck desperately and he is clearly affected considering the way heโs humping you a bit desperately. His soft noises are driving you crazy and so is the mental image of how the two of you look, his big frame leaning over you and trapping you against the counter just to dry hump you like a teenager.
โGod you feel so good.โ He grunts and you audibly whine, eyes closing in bliss as you try your best to push backwards and meet his grinding. โYouโre so pretty sweetheart.โ
โI need you.โ Youโd grabbed his wrist to take his saliva covered fingers out, kissing against them as you speak through near sobs. โPlease Sammy I canโt do this anymore.โ
โLet me taste you first.โ He says in the lowest voice youโd ever heard him speak in. You shake your head in protest immediately but he ignores you, free hand coming down to slightly lift your skirt and rub across the wet slit of fabric between your legs. โFuck baby youโre soaked.โ
โN-no more waiting.โ You nearly sob as you continue to shake your head to really sell your point. โI need it so bad.โ
Itโs silent for a few seconds like heโs trying one last time to search for the self restraint to hold back but itโs clear what you want and you know he needs it just as bad as you do. Youโd let him get between your legs with that tongue of his another time, any time he wanted, but right now you were desperate to be filled by him.
Sammy has you pressed against the kitchen counter tighter, your stomach digging into the top of it now as he bends you back over fully and roughly tugs the skirt up so itโs sitting in a messy pile around your hips.
He doesnโt bother taking it off, pulling your panties down your legs and grunting when he sees you all exposed for the first time.
โDo you want me to stretch you out?โ He asks it lowly and the sound of his voice is nearly enough for you as is, a high pitched whine leaving you as you lay your face down on the counter and close your eyes. โWant me to take my time with you?โ
โNo no.โ You pant out immediately and arch backwards again, knowing how depraved the sight of you must look. You feel his thumb rubbing through your soaking wet slit experimentally, a low sound from his chest coming from behind you.
The metal clasps of his belt being undone comes next and now you really feel like youโre about to cry, straining your neck to try and look over your shoulder to get another look at the thick length youโd be obsessing over since he was pushing it down your throat not too long ago.
He stopped you with a slightly rough hand to the back of your head, pushing your face back down against the cold counter just as he shifted even closer and rubbed up against you.
You could feel him now, bare and aching against your core as he teased it up and down softly. You knew you must have been soaking him from how wet you were, no doubt his intention to make the stretch easier for you.
โAre you sure about this?โ He asks from behind you and now the low rasp is gone again, sounding more like his typical nervous cadence that youโre so fond of. โWe canโt go back from this.โ
โDonโt want to go back.โ You say immediately and youโre shocked by how much you donโt recognize your own voice layered in this much desperation. โWant you to fuck me.โ
He chuckles a little at the unashamed answer you give and bends down to press a gentle kiss to the side of your temple, your heart racing at the gesture even though youโre a bit distracted by less domestic fantasies. His weight leaning against your back almost makes you want him that much more and you impatiently rock your hips backwards against him.
He stills you with rough hands on your bare hips before heโs sucking in a shaky breath, the life changing feeling of the throbbing blunt head of his length pressing against you making you whine out desperately in anticipation.
โThis what you wanted huh?โ He groans as he pushes into you slowly and you whine happily, face flat on the counter as your eyes close from the pain of the stretch. โWanted to be fucked like a whore baby?โ
โYes yes.โ You cry in agreement as you clench around him, barely past the tip and already feeling like heโs filling you. โIโm a whore Sammy, wanted you so bad.โ
His hand lands roughly on the exposed skin of your ass and you yelp, instinctively trying to move back away from the pain and instead taking a few more inches of him all at once. Your pained gasp is followed by a moan and he curses behind you.
โSlow babygirl slow.โ He grunts, that softer side of him you like so much still showing despite his need having caused him to get rougher initially. โDonโt wanna hurt you princess.โ
โCould never hurt me.โ You gasp as you try and move further back against him, he grips your hips roughly to stop you and you whine in protest. โPlease Sammy please, want you to fuck me.โ
โIโm gonna fuck you baby.โ He soothes the best he can but youโre too desperate to focus on what heโs saying. โYouโre just so tight.โ
You try your best to be patient but itโs nearly impossible, whining and squirming nonstop as he rubs your clit with his thumb and kisses against the back of your neck to try his best to get you to relax so he doesnโt stretch you uncomfortably. Youโre glad he didnโt work you open first with his fingers, the pain so good you let the tears in your eyes fall endlessly.
Finally heโs bottoming out inside of you and groaning lowly, his forehead resting on your back for a second as he tries to collect himself enough to properly fuck you.
โSammy please baby.โ You gasp in a sob and you feel him tense up at the wrecked sound of your voice. โFuck me hard.โ
That seems to be the trigger that he needs to go from a soft conflicted husband to somebody fucking a tight young thing, a low grunt leaving him as he stands back up fully and grabs your sides.
Sammy is almost animalistic as he thrusts into you, kitchen full of his grunts and your high pitched whines as he fills you over and over again. The stretch is the perfect blend of pain and pleasure and you can barely catch your breath from his relentless place.
Your stomach is digging against the counter roughly and youโre barely able to catch your breath or think as he roughly fucks into you, filled up so deep you can feel him in your stomach.
โOh my god oh my god.โ Youโre sobbing as he fucks you and his big hand comes forward to cover your mouth roughly, slightly lifting you off the counter to make sure youโre kept quiet.
โGotta shut the fuck up if you want to be fucked baby.โ He says it softly in your ear but itโs completely filthy and a big change from how gentle he normally is when he speaks to you. Youโre most definitely crossed eyed by now from pleasure as you dumbly nod and listen to your muffled moan under his palm. โFuck you feel so good. Best pussy Iโve ever had.โ
Itโs completely filthy and all you could have imagined for when he finally lost control, ramming into you over and over as he continues to speak the dirty confessions in your ear. Your stomach clenches dangerously early as he tells you how good and pretty you are, how he wants to fuck you everyday, how hard you get him just from a kiss.
โS-Sammy oh my god.โ You sob out as he lifts you further off the counter, one of his rough hands smoothing over the front of your stomach and pushing down at the soft skin there like heโs trying to feel himself deep inside of you.
โI know princess I know.โ He practically coos, kissing your neck sweetly while he continues to fuck you like an animal. โDoes it feel too good baby? You like getting stretched like this by me?โ
You canโt even bring yourself to respond, the filth coming from him and the feeling of him inside of you completely taking away your ability to think or communicate. Youโre just whining and sobbing softly as he gropes you all over and brings you the type of pleasure you didnโt even know was real.
He falls silent too and you can tell by the stutter of his hips every few thrust that heโs getting close too, grunts getting lower and more desperate as he kisses against your skin.
โWant you to cum inside.โ You beg him once you finally manage to get your voice back, high pitched and breathy. โPlease Sammy please I want your baby.โ
He curses audibly at that, a little too loud for the otherwise quiet kitchen and then youโre slammed back against the counter and fully bent over again as he speeds back up.
Youโre finishing as soon as youโre back in the position and heโs able to get as deep as you imagine possible, a loud cry leaving you that is only halfway silenced as he remembers to clap a hand over your mouth too late. You canโt be bothered to care about that right now considering heโs filling you up only a few seconds after, groaning lowly while his hips stutter through his climaxed.
Youโre both silent for a few seconds after, panting and catching your breath as you lay against the counter with shaky legs and he practically drapes himself over your back again.
A beat passes before heโs standing with a tired sigh and rubbing your back softly as he pulls out. You squirm uncomfortable at both the emptiness and the ache from the pace heโd been going, his hand still massaging you lightly as he shushes you gently and leans over to the sink to wet a washcloth.
Itโs cold as he cleans between your legs quietly and presses light kisses to your body the entire time.
โAre you okay?โ He asks you gently as he adjusts your skirt and helps you stand up, turning you around and making a surprised noise when youโre throwing your arms around his neck for a tight hug.
His hands rest on the small of your back as you hug, rocking back and forth with you for a minute or two. You pull back and help him with his belt, his eyes locked on your satisfied but tired face fondly as you close it for him so sweetly with your little shaky hands.
You finally kiss him once youโre done and itโs sweet again now, like youโre two people genuinely in love and not in laws who just railed each other a few rooms over from your sister and his wife.
Series Summary: Vignettes of your life with your husband, Andrew Cody, after leaving Oceanside for good as you both heal, grow, and raise your family in the Northeast, far away from the Codys.
Chapter Summary: Your son arrives a few weeks early, which means you and Andrew have no idea what to call him.
Tags/Notes: wife!mom!reader x dad!husband!andrew, family fluff & drama, baby time!!, very soft protective andrew, lorraine & gerry sighting
Content: labor/birth (but like kinda not really bc i have dysphoria <3)
A/N: i do love fluff time i fear
Word Count: 2.9k
Your eyes snap open from a dead sleep.
Yup, thatโs a familiar wetness. Itโs not like you havenโt wet the bed during pregnancy โ June rolled around on your bladder all night until she reached forty-fucking-one weeks in your uterus โ but you know the difference between that and this.
You take a deep breath and sit up slightly in bed. Storm lifts her head and tilts it to the side, her tail tentatively thumping against your leg. Whatโs going on, not-dad? You rub between her ears for a second and give her a pointed look that she somehow seems to understand. She gets to her feet, stretches low, and then stares down Andrew.
Bracing yourself for whatโs to come, you rub your husbandโs back and gently murmur, โHoney, wake up.โ
Your husband bolts upright, at attention immediately like a soldier โ even with his curls mussed sweetly and his eyelids still heavy. Even though he now sleeps a striking 4-6 hours a night, itโs still fitful and prepared for anything. Words not yet quite fully formed, he asks, โWhatโs going on?โ
โEither a ghost just tossed a water balloon at my crotch, or-โ
โOh, fuck.โ
โYeah.โ You strip the sheet aside and gesture to the mess. โโOh, fuck,โ indeed. Itโs go time.โ
Andrew slides out of bed and stretches his beautiful arms above his head, walking to the closet to collect the large duffel he packed a month and a half ago. Lifting it triumphantly, he announces, โSee? I told you having the go bag ready starting at 30 weeks wasnโt unreasonable.โ
You glare at him playfully as you groan to your feet. โIโm currently going into labor with your second child and youโre starting with โI told you soโ?โ
โGood point.โ He shoulders the bag, comes to your side, kisses you hard, and amends, โLetโs get you ready and hopped up on happy drugs.โ
โThere you go.โ
Andrew helps you get cleaned up and dressed in comfy clothes before heading down the hall to collect June. Meanwhile, you wash your face and do your hair so itโs not gonna annoy you. Honestly? Knowing itโs just going to be you, Andrew, and medical professionals practically has you whistling with delight. Your first truly major life milestone with no Smurf.
As you walk toward the steps, waiting for Andrew because you know heโs gonna insist on spotting you, the first contraction hits like a bus and you let out a pained groan. Yeah, that sucks just as much as the last time you did this. Why did you think this was a good idea? Are the newborn endorphins really that good?
Inside her bedroom, June tugs on her dadโs shirt and asks, โMommy okay?โ
โMommyโs okay,โ Andrew assures right away, scooping her up into his arms as he rapidly packs her a bag of essentials. โLooks like your baby brother decided to come early.โ
Nestling her sleepy head in her dadโs neck, June wonders, โYou said baby not until Bobtoner?โ
โOctober,โ Andrew chuckles fondly. He tries to explain as his brain scrambles to catch up, โBabies are pretty much done growing in a mommyโs tummy a little while before we think theyโre going to come, so sometimes they decide theyโre done early. You wanted to stay in and be cozy for a long time, but your brotherโs ready to get out and meet you. That means we have to get ready to meet him, too.โ
Andrew carries her and the two bags out of her room and toward the staircase. Seeing you hunched over the stair railing as you breathe deeply, June looks at Andrew skeptically. โYou sure mommy okay?โ
โI promise,โ he replies. โMommyโs body is working really hard right now and sometimes it really hurts, but the doctors know how to make it hurt less once we get to the hospital.โ
Shocked, she clarifies, โHurts to have baby?โ
As you snicker under your breath, Andrew explains, โThatโs right, bug. And mommyโs gonna hurt for a while after, too, so weโre gonna be extra nice and soft with her until she feels all better.โ
June frowns and announces solemnly, โI never have baby.โ
Andrew laughs and presses a kiss to her cheek. โThatโs your call, princess, but maybe wait until youโre older to decide for sure.โ
Still suspicious of the whole situation, she drawls, โOtay.โ
Andrew gives you a drive-by kiss before taking June to the car. โBe right back for you, sweetheart.โ
โMhmm,โ you agree absently, focusing on your breathing as you anticipate the next contraction, not knowing if itโll be any second or another hour.
With June tucked into her car seat and Storm settled next to her, whining softly, Andrew supports you down the stairs (you let him even though you feel pretty stable) and straps you into the front seat.
Thereโs only one possible option before the hospital, so Andrew heads over right away. Given the circumstance, the half-mile drive to your nearest neighbor feels particularly long, but the truck rumbles up the gravel drive soon enough. After kissing you again because he simply canโt stop, Andrew unloads the girls and walks up to the front door, where an automatic motion light flickers on.
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Gerry answers the door with his wife right behind him, curiously peeking over his shoulder.
โHi, Gerry. Hi, Lorraine,โ Andrew says, forcing a friendly smile. โSo, ah, her water broke. Itโs a couple weeks early, so her sister isnโt supposed to get here for a while, and she canโt get a flight until tomorrow, but we canโt bring June or Storm to the hospital, and we donโt have an overnight sitter here yet, and-โ
โGot it,โ Lorraine replies easily, stepping in front of her husband. An angel on earth, sheโs not even irritated at being woken up. She opens up her arms and June teeters over to her. Then she takes Stormโs leash and the dog tentatively walks up and begins to give her a sniff inspection. โWeโve got them, Andrew. Go meet your son. Give mama our best.โ
โWill do. Thank you. Seriously, thank you so much. We owe you; Iโll come by and do any work you need done or-โ
Gerry shakes his head and claps a large hand onto Andrewโs shoulder. โSon, weโre neighbors. Around here that means something. Donโt worry about us; youโve gotta take care of your girl.โ
Blinking back sudden tears, Andrew nods simply. Accepting. He kneels down and gives June a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead. โYour Aunt Lana is gonna come pick you up tomorrow, okay? Sheโll bring you to the hospital where you can meet your brother and see me and mommy. Then sheโs gonna watch you and puppy at the house until mommy can leave the hospital. Does that sound alright with you?โ
She nods bravely and asks the big question: โAuntie Wana brings candy?โ
โAuntie Lana always brings candy,โ he confirms seriously. โSheโll watch all your favorite cartoons with you and play your favorite games. Whatever you want. Youโre gonna have so much fun youโre not gonna want us to come back.โ
June giggles and shakes her head. โSilly daddy.โ
โYeah, silly daddy.โ He gives her one more tight hug. Then he plants a kiss on Stormโs head and scratches her ears fondly. โGoodnight, my princesses. Sweet dreams.โ
โThirty seven weeks but eight and a half pounds,โ the doctor chuckles as she writes down your newbornโs measurements on the whiteboard next to your bed. The babyโs with the team of doctors while you take a minute to eat and drink and recuperate with Andrew doting on you. She adds lightly, โMama, you should be glad he decided to come out now instead of waiting and gaining another pound or two.โ
โEverythingโs okay, then?โ Andrew hovers too close to the doctor, but you donโt have the energy to nudge him backwards now that the adrenaline and endorphins are fading into pure exhaustion. โHeโs fine even though he was early?โ
โHeโs perfect,โ she confirms simply, offering a reassuring smile. โLungs sound great, which is the big thing we look for when babies arenโt quite full-term. Heart is nice and strong, blood sugar and pressure are good, temperature is stable. Weโre gonna bring him back in here to spend the night with you two in just a second.โ
โGood.โ He swallows hard and nods and looks at you. โThatโs good.โ The doctor disappears through the door and Andrewโs right by your side in an instant. โWhat can I do for you, angel? Youโre so fucking amazing. Let me get you something.โ
You shake your head softly. โIโm fine for now. Ready to see our little man. Hopefully he latches like a champ and we can all get some sleep.โ
โIf he takes after his dad at all, he wonโt have any trouble latching.โ
You snort out a needed laugh and poke him in the chest, resting your forehead on his shoulder. โYouโre disgusting.โ
โProbably true,โ he concedes with a kiss to your temple.
You definitely get lucky with your son; his first feed is seamless and heโs happy to coo on your chest for a while as you slowly let yourself fall toward sleep. When youโre failing in fighting off the exhaustion, you transfer him to his little cot. Andrew curls up next to you because he doesnโt mind being your personal body pillow.
All three of you manage about two hours of sleep before the baby wakes up again, not quite crying but fussing. Since this is your second, both you and Andrew are primed to wake at even the least conspicuous baby sounds to evaluate.
While you drift into awareness, Andrew stands over the babyโs cot and whispers, โHeโs so beautiful.โ
You give a tired, warm smile and rub the back of his hand still resting on the bed next to you. โHe looks just like you.โ
Andrewโs eyes move over to yours and you realize thereโs a steady stream of tears falling from his hazels. You wonder if theyโve stopped at all since the baby arrived. โYou think so?โ
โYour hooded eyes, your sweet cheeks and dimples,โ you coo, leaning slightly forward to trace the tiny versions of your husbandโs features on the babyโs face. Then you touch Andrewโs cheek and tease, โYour permanent frown because youโre a baby having feelings too big for you to process.โ
He smirks and shakes his head. โThat does sound like me.โ
As Andrew gazes down at his son, you offer quietly, โYou wanna hold him?โ
Andrew shakes his head right away and you can hear the tears in his voice. โNo, I- He looks so peaceful. I donโt want to- to hurt him or- I donโt know. Not yet.โ
You lean your head against his side. Then you glance up at him, seeing his plain desire to hold the baby all over his features marred by the fear of his own hands, and say, โGive him to me, then. About time for a feed, Iโm guessing.โ You add on some extra drama by wincing when you turn slightly. โI donโt wanna pull my stitches trying to-โ
Andrew urges seriously, โStay still, angel, Iโve got it.โ
With his brow furrowed and his jaw set, he carefully places his hands beneath the baby and starts to transfer him over to you with tense breaths and eyes full of wonder.ย
But you cross your arms over your chest and add, โActually, I need the baby bag if you donโt mind grabbing that for me.โ
โYeah, of course,โ he says absently, shifting the babyโs weight in his arms. When the baby yawns big, tensing up his tiny fists with a little shake, Andrew smiles down at him like heโs holding a million dollars โ better, actually, since he probably has held a million dollars before. The baby lets out a sound sort of like a hiccup as he recovers from the proportionally massive yawn, and Andrewโs smile only grows. Not looking at you even a bit, Andrew asks, โIโm sorry, honey, what did you say?โ
โNothing, love.โ You play with Andrewโs messy curls as he sits down next to you, mussed from all the stress and movement, and muse, โHe has your cupidโs bow, too. He looks like a little cherub.โ
โI donโt look like a cherub,โ Andrew scoffs, looking particularly cherubic with his flushed cheeks and the light in his hair. โHe doesnโt look like me. Heโs perfect.โ He looks at you with one of his small, appreciative smiles. โYou tricked me into holding him.โ
โYeah, I did.โ You sigh contentedly, letting your exhausted, heavy eyelids flutter shut because you know Andrewโs got you. Both of you. โYou love holding your babies in those big strong arms of yours.โ
โDonโt objectify me in front of my son,โ he teases.Then his voice lowers as he wonders, โWhat are we gonna call him? None of the names we picked feel right anymore.โ
โWell, you know how I feel about AJ.โ You donโt need to open your eyes to know heโs shaking his head; Andrew hates the idea of cursing an innocent baby with his name. โWe could always let June name him; sheโd like that.โ
โAnd spend the rest of our lives calling our boy โroly polyโ?โ
โPo for short,โ you laugh, the sound soft and breathy and sleepy. โWeโll figure it out. Mama needs to get back to bed.โ
Andrew gives a soft hum of approval and you listen to him crossing the birthing suite to sit on the loveseat, not putting the baby down.
The entirety of your three-day hospital stay โ your tearing is pretty bad this time and they want to make sure the baby doesnโt have any unexpected issues โ Andrew barely puts the baby down. You hold him for feeds, of course, and Andrewโs religious about making sure you have plenty of skin-to-skin time, but otherwise itโs your husband changing his tiny diapers, singing him lullabies, and rocking him back to sleep when he fusses. Whenever the nurses come to check in the baby, Andrew has to physically force himself to let go. โOkay, papa bear, I need to take the little man for another check-up.โ
Andrew stands up with the baby still in his arms, his expression serious. โCan I come with?โ
โNot for this one,โ she says sympathetically. Andrewโs developed quite a reputation for being easily the most attentive, protective father theyโve ever had in the hospital. Youโve heard a couple nurses express their jealousy and it makes you peacock a little. โBut we wonโt be long; I promise.โ
Andrew nods tightly, follows her all the way out of the suite, and then returns to your side with agony in his eyes. You reach up to rub his back and soothe, โTheyโve got him, honey. You can relax.โ
โI canโt,โ he murmurs earnestly. โI need to know where he is. I need- I need-โ
โLove.โ You tug his arm and he understands the silent request, leaning back on the bed next to you and tucking you beneath his arm. โBe with me for a minute.โ
That much he can do. Itโs a familiar assignment. He rests his chin on the top of your head and breathes deeply. โYou come up with any name ideas since your last nap?โ
You shake your head and sigh. โNope. You?โ
โNothing seems right.โ
โYeah. Heโs just tooโฆhim.โ You give Andrew a mischievous glance and suggest, โI wonder if a Snickers might help me brainstorm.โ
Andrew chuckles, kisses your forehead, and says, โComing right up.โ
Your sisterโs on the way to the hospital for June to meet the baby when you and Andrew finally make a choice. Youโre trying to fix yourself up enough that your appearance wonโt make June nervous while Andrew bounces the baby around the room, humming a tune under his breath to keep them both calm. The babyโs fussing and your boobs definitely recognize his particular cry, letdown reflex beginning to tingle in your chest.
โBring him here, honey,โ you call as you untie your hospital gown. As Andrew settles the baby on your chest, you sigh contentedly, โOur last few minutes in the newborn bubble.โ
โI miss our toddler bubble,โ he replies as he cozies up next to you, ready with your nipple pads as he kisses your shoulder and gently strokes your thigh. โWhat if she doesnโt like him?โ
You shake your head. โOur little extrovert? Theyโll be menaces together in no time. Sheโll probably just think heโs boring.โ
โWhat? Our baby bear?โ Andrew feigns shock and touches the babyโs cheek as he finishes suckling and immediately starts looking sleepy and peaceful. โLook how animated and interesting the guy is.โ
After burping the baby, Andrew holds him in his arms, head on your shoulder as the three of you wait for the arrival of newly-christened big sister June.
โBaby bear and his papa bear,โ you coo gently, watching how both the baby and Andrew give their versions of content smiles at your tender voice. After a moment, brushing the babyโs cheek with your thumb, you muse, โMaybe thatโs his name. Bear. Weโve been calling him that already.โ
โYou donโt think thatโs too hippie-dippie?โ But Andrewโs already smiling, trying the name on for size as he gazes down at his sonโs tiny face. โBear Cody. I like it.โ
โWeโre from California. Nothingโs too hippie-dippie.โ Then you add, โOne of Lorraineโs grandkids is called Blueberry.โ
He chuckles softly and concedes, โGood point.โ Rubbing the babyโs back, he asks, โWhat do you think, kiddo? Do you like it?โ
The baby opens his mouth super wide and lets out a squeaky yawn that makes you grin ear-to-ear. You kiss his temple and give Andrew a look. โSee? Heโs roaring.โ
Jack had his scrub pants pushed down, thick cock heavy and leaking. Youโre already on your knees, looking up at him with big glassy eyes. Jackโs hand slid into your hair, thumb brushing your cheek.
โOpen your mouth, baby,โ he said, voice low and rough. โSlow at first. Just the headโฆ yeah, just like that. Use your tongue.โ You whimpered softly as his cock slid in your mouth , lips wrapping around the tip, tongue swirling.
โGood girl,โ he groaned, fingers tightening in your hair. โNow take a little more. Relax your throat for meโฆ thatโs it. F-fuck โ. You go deeper, cheeks hollowing as you go down, spit already starting to drip down your chin. His eyes stayed locked on you.
โFuckโฆ look at you. Such a pretty mouth. Go a little faster now, baby. Use your hand on the base, twist it just a little while you suck.โ
You obeyed instantly, bobbing your head quicker, hand stroking what you couldnโt fit, moaning around his cock. Jackโs breath hitched, hips twitching.
โThatโs perfectโฆ just like that. Youโre doing so good for me. Keep going, sweetheart. You can take all of it.โ You took him deeper, eyes watering, moaning louder at every praise.
Jackโs grip tightened, voice getting rougher.
โEyes on me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes while you suck my cockโฆ fuck, you look so good like this.โ He stroked your hair gently even as his breathing got heavier and quicker.
โYouโre gonna make me cum if you keep doing that. You want it in your mouth?โ
You nodded eagerly, bobbing harder, desperate to please him. Jack groaned low, thumb wiping a tear from your cheek.
โThen keep going, babyโฆ donโt stop. Iโm so close to cumming down that perfect little throat.โ
You want to control me. You want all the power to yourself. You do. You always do. Look at me, Grace. Grace, look at me! I want you to see this, Grace. I want you to see this! Grace! I want you to see who I am. I want you to see that I am not a man who can be controlled. You mentioned the rules. There's nothing in the rules about killing a family member.
SHAWN HATOSY as TITUS DANFORTH
in READY OR NOT 2: HERE I COME (2026)
dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett
People are upset Jack Abbot told that patient to shut the fuck up in the last episode, meanwhile Iโm imagining him saying that to me before he fucks my throat.
You want to control me. You want all the power to yourself. You do. You always do. Look at me, Grace. Grace, look at me! I want you to see this, Grace. I want you to see this! Grace! I want you to see who I am. I want you to see that I am not a man who can be controlled. You mentioned the rules. There's nothing in the rules about killing a family member.
SHAWN HATOSY as TITUS DANFORTH
in READY OR NOT 2: HERE I COME (2026)
dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett
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