beyonce!reader x bad era!michael headcanons.
nsfw content ahead.
bad era!michael who bought beyonce!reader her first birkin for her birthday .
the camera lense zoomed slowly onto her as she tore eagerly at the wrapping, her jaw slightly dropping the moment she saw the orange box, hermes written across the center. "michael, you didn't!" she gasped, hurrying to take the lid off. when her eyes landed on a baby pink birkin bag, she let out a scream, "oh my god!" she exclaimed, hands trembling as she picked it up slowly, as if it were a baby - but it was, this bag was officially her new baby.
"you like it baby?" michael asked from behind the camera, admiring her gorgeous face that held a bright smile, "like it? mikey i love it!" she squealed excitedly, gently putting the bag down before jumping into michael's arms. he lowered the camera as she straddled his lap, showering his face in kisses.
beyonce!reader who wrote partition about a very steamy ride with michael
"driver, roll up the partition please." she sweetly asked the moment they got into the car.
it was the night of the 1984 grammys, michael had just won eight awards and she couldn't think of any better time to properly congratulate her boyfriend than on the way to the after party.
her long dress had ridden up to her thighs as she straddled michael, his hands gripping her ass while one of her hands pushed against the window for support and the other one moved meticulously between them, fiddling with the zipper on michael's pants. "we don't have time, peaches." michael whispered against her neck, moving her hand away from his crotch and guiding it up the nape of his neck. she let out a little whine before slowly rolling her hips against him, deciding that this would have to do for now. they continued to kiss eachother, each kiss was sloppier and needier than the last. she tugged on michael's hair, letting out small whimpers with each roll of her hip or thrust of his.
a knock came on the partition, the driver was signalling that they were close to their destination. they both let out frustrated sighs as flashing lights began to be seen in the distance. michael reluctantly pulled away from her lips, squeezing her hips as a sign to get off his lap before they stopped. she rolled her eyes as she reluctantly got back in her seat, fixing her lip liner before looking over at michael, who had a dazed expression on his face aswell as lip liner and foundation around his mouth.
bad era!michael who bought beyonce!reader a puppy - her new bestfriend.
she and michael sat opposite the interviewer, answering questions, making jokes, laughing and just having fun. "so...rumour has it that you have a new addition to your little family, could you tell us about that?" the interviewer asked and she immediately perked up. she looked at her assistant, then at the interviewer, then at michael before getting out of her seat and heading over to where her assistant was standing with her rather large handbag. she reached inside and pulled out the fawn chihuahua that immediately clung to her. "this is tinkerbell." she cooed, sitting back down with the dog in her lap while everyone tried to hold in their laughter. michael covered his face, shaking silently in his seat as he looked anywhere but at his precious girlfriend and her dear companion.
"wow...what a cute dog!" the interviewer smiled, trying to be supportive but you could hear the quiver in their voice as they looked between her and her beloved dog. "why's everyone looking at me weird? she's cute, no?" she obliviously asked.
beyonce!reader who always makes small references to michael in her songs or just dedicates the song to him completely.
"i like my negro nose with jackson five nostrils."
michael's eyes widened. they were currently in the studio, it was a late thursday night and he was listening to one of the songs that was meant to be on her new album. she smiled proudly, looking at michael's reaction. "what do you think?" she asked, only to be met with no response. michael stayed silent, he played back the countless years where he had been told by joseph that his nose was ugly, that he was ugly - so frequently that he had even believed it himself. and he thought about his girlfriend, she proudly wore her ethnic nose, embraced it and never once had michael looked at her nose and thought of it as ugly. why could he love it on everyone but himself?
"michael?" she repeated, forcing michael out of his thoughts, "did you like it?"
michael nodded, somewhat shaken as he looked up at her, "yeah, it's good baby..." he stuttered, now distracted. her eyebrows furrowed with concern, "is it that line? i can change it if you want.." she suggested, she could tell something in the song had left him shaken. "no..." he immediately shook his head, "definitely not. the line is...honest. your nose is beautiful and it's unique and it shows where we're from. you're honouring your origins with it." he smiled, tugging her closer, "i'm just glad i got a mention...even if it included my brothers." he playfully rolled his eyes as she settled herself on his lap. "shut up, you've got so many songs about you." she flicked his forehead, before pressing a kiss in the same spot.
a/n: my first ever fic on tumblr, im so freaking nervous. this was a pain in the ass to make, tumblr is so hard to navigate but hopefully i get used to it eventually. enjoy and give me any feedback and thoughts!
Michael shut the office door a little harder than he meant to.
The laughter downstairs carried through the walls anyway. Someone had started another round of "Happy Birthday," though half the kids had already abandoned the song in favor of yelling over each other.
The music from downstairs dulled instantly. Michael didn't even look at you. Instead, he crossed his arms and stared out the window like he'd been personally wronged by the sun. You sighed. "Really?" still no answer. "Michael." Still nothing. "Oh, so we're doing the silent treatment now?"
"I have nothin' to say." You blinked. "Then why did you drag me in here?" His jaw flexed. "I didn't drag you."
"You literally grabbed my wrist."
"I guided you." You laughed once. "You're so unbelievable."
"So are you."
"What does that mean?" He finally turned. "What does it mean?" He gestured toward you. "You're wearing that."
You looked down at your dress. The black one.
The one that hugged your waist just right, dipped a little lower in the back, and had earned the nickname 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 years ago, because every single time you wore it, Michael couldn't keep his hands off you.
Back when he was your husband. "It's a dress, Michael..get over it."
"It is not just a dress."
"It absolutely is." He scoffed. "You know exactly what dress that is."
"Oh god."
"You wore it on our anniversary in Paris. You wore it when we renewed our vows, goodness.. you wore it when i couldn't stop makin' love to you."
"That was eleven years ago." His face twisted. "You don't have to remind me miss." Your lips pressed together. "You don't get to tell me what I wear anymore."
"I know."
"But you're acting like you do."
"I know."
"So what's the problem?" He looked away. His voice came out quieter. "I don't like other men looking at you."
Your face slightly softens. "...Michael." He looks up. "I don't."
"You lost that privilege." You said with no empathy. "I know." He laughed bitterly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Believe me, I'm painfully aware." The tension softened.
You hated when his voice did that. That tiny crack. That little glimpse of the man you'd built fifteen years of your life with. "You looked..." He searched for the words. "Beautiful."
Your heart jumped. "I couldn't stop noticing." His gaze dipped "You weren't supposed to." You tease.
"And every man downstairs was looking at you." You folded your arms. "Were they?" He shot you a look. "Don't do that." A smile tugged at your lips. "Are you jealous?"
"No." He said fast. "look at me...michael." and he did. "I'm irritated." You roll your eyes. "That's jealousy."
"It's different."
"It really isn't." He groaned dramatically, dropping into your brother's desk chair. "I hate this."
"What?"
"Being divorced." Your smile faded. "I hate that I can't walk over and put my hand on your waist." He looked at the floor. "I hate that I have to pretend it doesn't bother me." Another beat of silence. Then, from the hallway— "uncle applehead?"
Both your heads snapped toward the door.Your brother's oldest son. Cameron, muffled voice came through.
"Auntie (name)? Uncle bryan said we're taking a family picture." You and Michael exchanged a look.
He stood, straightening his jacket. "You still drive me crazy," he muttered.You smirked. "Oh, I know."
"...You wore that dress on purpose." you bite your lips. "I did." His eyes widened. "You are evil." You grinned all the way out the door. "And yet..." You glanced over your shoulder. "...you married me."
He couldn't even argue. He just shook his head with the tiniest, most lovesick smile. "Cameron..tell uncle bryan we're a little busy 'kay?"
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he murmured, his hand brushing your cheek. "Let Daddy take care of his girl, hm?" His words made your heart skip and your thighs clench around him as he lined himself up with you.
The first slow push had you gasping. He was still stretching you inch by inch after all this years, your nails pressing into his back as he moved carefully.
"O-oh sooo good," he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "Still so tight—So warm, baby.." Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as your body adjusted to the feeling of him...so big, filling you so deeply you couldn’t think.
"You’re doing so good, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your shoulder as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a second, letting you breathe, his hand still holding your waist, his touch grounding. Then slowly, he began to move. Your moans were soft at first, breathy and needy, hands gripping onto his back like it was the only thing grounding you.
But then he started to go deeper. His hips snapped forward harder, more purposeful, and your sounds shifted, whimpers, then moans, broken and high-pitched.
He groaned low in your ear, his pace steady but rough, his large hands locked tight around your waist. "Y-you feel that, mama?" he rasped, eyes dropping down between your bodies.
You blinked through the pleasure, dazed and flushed, until you followed his gaze, and your breath hitched. There. A faint bump rising under the skin of your stomach every time he drove into you.
"Look at that," he muttered, voice full of awe. "You feel me here, huh, sweetheart?" Your lips parted, no words coming, just a shaky moan as he flattened his palm over the bulge. You trembled under him as he pressed down, and your body clenched tight around him.
"Shit," he hissed, "You’re so Beautiful, mama. Can y'feel every inch of me?" You nodded frantically, tears almost pricking your eyes from how full you were, from how deep he was.
"C-can’t believe I’m this d-deep in you," he growled, thrusting up again, and again, letting his hand stay firm on your stomach while your fingers gripped the sheets. "Taking it so well f’me. My perfect girl." Michael's hotel room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, the wetness between you obscene and constant, your voice breaking into gasps as he kept pounding into you.
You moaned louder and louder, he brought his hand down between your legs, fingers finding your clit with ease.
He started circling, slow and firm, and it was like your entire body shutdown. "C’mon, let go f’me," he murmured, lips grazing your temple. "My pretty lady." It only took a few more strokes of his fingers, perfectly timed with the deep thrusts of his hips, and your body tensed underneath him.
a loud moan broke from your throat as you came hard, everything pulsing, your walls fluttering around him, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.
He groaned at the feel of it, hips stuttering slightly, hands tightening around your waist to steady you through it. You barely had a moment to breathe before he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.
still trembling from your orgasm, you blinked up at him over your shoulder, dazed. He was already stroking himself at the sight of you like this. Face down, ass up, skin flushed and glistening. He leaned over and kissed the base of your spine, both hands caressing your ass as he lined himself back up. "Y-you can give me one more for Daddy, yeah?"
You were already nodding, dazed and needy. His large palms smoothed over the curve of your ass before he gave a sharp, affectionate squeeze.
You whimpered into the pillow when he slipped back inside, deeper now somehow, your body so sensitive. He bent forward over your back, mouth brushing your shoulder. "You’re so good to me..mmh.." he praised, hips rolling into you harder.
"I miss you mama,.. i dont deserve you." Your fingers clawed at the pillows as your body rocked with his rhythm, a fresh wave of pleasure building fast, hotter, messier.
He slid a hand around your waist, fingertips finding your clit again, rubbing soft circles that made your legs tremble. "mmhhm!!—mikey!" you whimpered, body arching as his hand kept moving so deliciously. "Close, sweetheart?" murmured in your ear, his voice hoarse, strained. "shit, m-me too…" you nodded frantically, barely able to form words. "Y's-so big.. i missed you daddy—M’so close!"
"I’m gonna make you a mommy," he whispered, voice gravelly in your ear. "Fill you up just right—watch you carry my baby, yeah?" Your whole body jolted at his words, the sound of them shooting straight to your core.
You nodded uncontrollably, thighs clenching, the pleasure unbearable now, building fast and out of control. "Daddy—m’gonna—ahh!" you moaned, voice breaking into a high-pitched moan as the wave finally hit you.
Your body shook violently, hips jerking, and then it happened, your climax crashing over you so hard, you couldn’t stop the gush that followed, soaking everything beneath you. "yesss atta girl, so good mama," he hissed, watching it happen under him.
The sight alone was enough. His thrusts faltered and his grip on your waist tightened almost bruisingly. "s-shitttt, I’m gonna cum—shit—" With a final, deep groan and whimper, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside you, cock pulsing as he spilled every last drop into your still twitching cunt.
He flipped you over, and shoved his mouth onto yours, kissing you hungrily, his hand cupping your jaw. You both lay there for a long moment, chests rising and falling in sync, the quiet only broken by your mingled breaths.
His forehead rested against yours, eyes half lidded and soft as he murmured, "I missed you so damn much baby..divorce sucks, I’ll buy you the pill in the morning, okay?" you smiled sleepily, brushing your fingers gently over his cheek. "I missed you more angel, its okay." you whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
A few minutes passed, and then Michael shifted, letting out a long exhale before resting his head against your bare chest, his arms lazily wrapping around your waist like he never wanted to let go. You threaded your fingers through his hair without thinking, letting your nails lightly scrape over his scalp in slow, soothing motions. He let out a quiet hum, almost like a purr, before speaking—voice lower than before, like a secret he hadn’t meant to say aloud. "Would you like to get on tour with me again, love? i miss you so bad."
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content ❤︎︎ ﹕ fluffy fluff ﹐ michael gets emotional ﹐ oral : f!recieving ﹐ lots of pet name use ﹐ praising ﹐ soft dom!mike ﹐ unprotected sex (dont forget to wrap it up!!) ﹐ domestic aftercare (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) ‿◞ ྀི⊹ ׄ
it had been a long 4 months that michael had been gone touring. he had a short break before he had to leave again for the next leg of his tour. the hallway outside your apartment had never felt so unbearably quiet.
you stood just around the corner of the kitchen island, both hands carefully balancing the tiny vanilla cake you had picked up earlier that afternoon. it wasn’t elaborate by any means. just smooth white frosting, a thin red ribbon piped around the edges, and a single candle flickering softly in the dim apartment.
you checked the clock for what had to’ve been the tenth time.
11:48 p.m.
michael’s flight had landed almost an hour ago. your stomach twisted itself into impossible knots, but before you could even overthink anything else, you heard the unmistakable sound of keys jingling against the front door. your heart leapt into your throat from your off the wall nerves. the lock clicked then the door slowly pushed open.
a tired sigh escaped michael as he stepped inside the pitch dark living room, quietly shutting the door behind him before dropping his duffel bag onto the hardwood floor with a dull thud. weeks of rehearsals, interviews, airports, hotel rooms and sold-out stadiums weighed heavily on his shoulders, evident in the slow way he rubbed a hand over his face.
“…baby?” his voice echoed gently through the apartment, but he was met with silence. he frowned slightly.
“you here?”
you bit down on your smile as you lit the candle. another few careful footsteps echoed across the floor.
“hello?”
“stay there!” you called quickly, trying—and failing—to suppress the excitement in your voice.
he froze almost immediately. “…okay?” he laughed quietly, completely confused.
you took one steadying breath before carefully stepping around the corner. the tiny candle cast a warm glow across your face as you walked toward him, smiling so brightly your cheeks almost hurt.
“♪ happy birthday to you…”
michael blinked at you in disbelief. his brain currently short circuiting to the sudden surprise.
“…happy birthday to you…”
his eyes immediately fell to the little cake in your hands then back to you.
“…happy birthday, my sweet michael…”
he just stood there with a big smile on his face, suitcase forgotten by the front door, looking at you as though the entire world had stopped turning.
“…happy birthday to you.”
the final note faded into the apartment. for a moment, neither of you spoke. you suddenly became painfully aware of how small the cake looked. how lopsided the frosting had turned out after you insisted on decorating it yourself, how there was only one lonely candle sitting in the middle.
you gave him a sheepish smile. “i know it isn’t much…” before you could finish, michael crossed the room in three quick strides.
“baby…” his voice cracked. one arm wrapped carefully around your waist while the other steadied the cake in your hands, pulling both you and your little birthday surprise impossibly close. he buried his face against your shoulder.
“…hey,” you whispered, feeling him take a shaky breath. you tilted your head just enough to catch a glimpse of his face, a single tear had slipping free from his eyes. you felt your heart shatter. “michael…”
“‘m sorry.” he let out the smallest embarrassed laugh, quickly shaking his head.
“don’t apologize.” you took one of your hands free from the plate to reach up and lightly caress the back of his head.
“i didn’t wanna cry.” he admitted. you knew how strong he was and how rarely you seen him cry—he’d usually do that alone, in the bathroom while you were busy or when you were asleep.
“i know.” you held onto him, rubbing his back with your palm to comfort him.
another quiet laugh escaped him. “you.. you did all this?” he looked back down at the tiny cake, the candle still burning stubbornly between the two of you.
you nodded, “i wanted the first thing you came home to be somebody who loves you.”
his eyes squeezed shut as another tear escaped, and this time he didn’t even bother hiding it—that did it for him.
tour had been loud and stressful with the crowds, the cameras, the constant traveling and the pressure, but standing here in the doorway of your shared apartment, holding a crooked little birthday cake while the woman he loved smiled back at him, it was the quietest he’d felt in weeks.
he leaned down and pressed the gentlest kiss against your forehead. “best birthday i’ve ever had.”
you grinned, “you haven’t even made a wish yet.”
he looked into your eyes for a long moment before glancing back at the tiny flame. “…i think it already came true.”
you smiled through the tears threatening your own eyes, carefully lifting the little cake between the two of you.
“c’mon,” you laughed softly. “before the wax melts all over it.”
michael let out a watery chuckle, the sound still thick with emotion. “right…”
he looked down at the tiny candle, the flame dancing gently between you. closing his eyes for only a moment, he took a quiet breath.
you watched him carefully, “make a good wish,” you teased.
his eyes opened again, already fixed on you. “…don’t have to.”
before you could ask why, he leaned forward and blew out the candle in one gentle breath. darkness swallowed the room once more, only for a second. you reached over, flicking the light switch beside the entryway.
a warm amber glow spilled across the apartment, chasing away the shadows. when you turned back around, michael was already looking at you—really looking at you.
his eyes wandered over your face as though he were trying to memorize every little detail he’d missed while he was away.
“…what?” you asked with a bashful smile.
he shook his head. “nothin’.”
a grin tugged at your lips that michael just couldn’t help but notice. “you’re staring again.”
“’cause i missed you.” his answer came so quickly, so honestly, it made your chest ache.
weeks apart had stolen away all the little things—the lazy mornings, the dinners shared on the couch, the absentminded kisses whenever one of you passed through the room.
now that he was finally standing in front of you again, it was as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real.
you set the cake carefully on the console table beside the door before turning back to him. without another word, your hands found his face.
your thumbs brushed lightly beneath his eyes, wiping away the last traces of tears he hadn’t realized were still there.
“there’s my birthday boy,” you whispered, causing michael’s nose to scrunch as a shy laugh escaped him.
“don’t start.” he spoke with a tiny shake of his head to ignore the burning sensation of tears wanting to spill.
“what?” you nibbled slightly at your bottom lip.
“you’re gonna make me cry again.” he pouted slightly.
“maybe i like making you emotional.” you teased, he knew teasing was like your second nature but never took it seriously.
“that’s mean.” his composure cracked beneath the pull of a smile, causing a giggle to escape you.
“i’m sorry baby.” you said between giggles, your hands staying at the sides of his face.
he finally smiled—one of those bright, boyish smiles you’d been missing ever since he’d left for tour, “c’mere.”
he didn’t wait for you this time. his hands slipped around your waist, drawing you against him until there wasn’t the slightest bit of space left between your bodies.
the embrace lingered—neither of you in any hurry to let go. you rested your forehead against his, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne beneath the crisp night air that still clung to his jacket.
“home feels a lot nicer with you in it,” he murmured.
your heart fluttered. “yeah?”
“mhm.” his thumb absentmindedly traced slow circles along the small of your back. “hotel rooms are just… rooms.”
you looked up at him as he spoke, “this…” his gaze softened before continuing, “…this is home.”
emotion swelled in your chest as you leaned up, pressing the gentlest kiss to the corner of his mouth. he smiled into it.
“that’s all i get?” he asked, his voice teasing now.
you tilted your head innocently. “i dunno…”
“is that right?” one of his eyebrows cocking up.
“maybe you gotta earn the rest.” you debated.
he laughed—a full, genuine laugh this time. “on my birthday and after flyin’ halfway across the world?”
“rules are rules.” you shrugged.
“that’s cold.” shaking his head at your ridiculous rules.
“is it?”
“mhmm.”
his smile only widened before he leaned in once more. this time, he kissed you properly—slowly—like he was making up for every kiss he’d missed while he was gone.
your fingers disappeared into the soft curls at the nape of his neck as he held you close, the rest of the world fading into the background until all either of you could hear was the quiet record still spinning somewhere in the apartment. you couldn’t resist michael and with so much time apart, you were craving him to say the least.
when you finally pulled apart, neither of you moved very far. his forehead found yours again.
“…happy birthday,” you whispered. michael smiled, brushing his nose lightly against yours.
“best one yet.” he replied. “but, its not over quite yet.”
his lips found yours once again, savoring the familiar sweetness of you like he’d been deprived for far too long. a quiet sigh escaped him the moment you scratched lightly against his scalp, his shoulders visibly relaxing beneath your touch.
“god…” he breathed with a shy laugh, resting his forehead against yours for only a second before stealing another kiss. “i missed you so much.” he mumbled between your lips.
“i know.” you snuck in, fingers massaging his soft curls as your lips maneuvered in sync with his.
“no…” he smiled in between, “i don’t think you do.” his voice low. the kiss lingered, deepening little by little, leaving only the quiet sounds of shared breaths and your tongues dancing with one another.
his hands never left the small of your back as he slowly guided you toward the dining table. when the backs of your legs brushed against the table, his hands wandered lower before gently lifting you onto the edge, never once allowing the warmth between your bodies to fade.
his fingers gripped the plush of your hips while his lips lingered to your cheek, then your jaw, then right below it. it was as though he couldn’t decide where he wanted to kiss you most.
he placed a few more wet, soft kisses on sweet spot of your neck, the spot that settled right below your ear. your arms now swung over his shoulders, a breathy sigh slipping from the back of your throat.
your arms stayed wrapped around him until michael carefully took one of your hands into his own. lifting it between the two of you, his kisses wandered from the bare curve of your shoulder, drifting unhurriedly down your arm until they reached your hand. he gathered it carefully in his own, pressing kisses against your knuckles, relearning the familiar comfort of your touch that he missed so dearly.
stepping back a bit, he admired you as a whole. a beauty right before him he couldn’t let go unsatisfied. your cheeks warmed up under the gaze of his eyes scanning details of your body. your freshly blown out hair, the one-of-many satin slips you own—it was a dark crimson one you were wearing this time, the ‘M’ necklace that decorated your clavicle with a shimmering glint every time the light hit it.
his hands grazed your skin before kneeling on one knee, grabbing your silky soft thighs to rest on his shoulders and pulling you closer to him. he pressed soft kisses from your inner knee all the way to your inner thigh, savoring the way the cute noises you were making from his touch rang through his ears. his thumbs gently lifting the little bit of fabric covering your glistening core to reveal you panti-less, another surprise michael wasn’t expecting. his eyes looked up at your face, already smirking down at him as you were waiting for him to figure this specific surprise out.
“naughty little one..” he whispered, a smile glued to his lips before dipping back down to continue teasing with warm kisses on each of your thighs. though, you were undeniably patient, the build up before him actually touching you in the places you craved was just as thrilling. your elbows rested on the mahogany wood table as his tongue continued tracing kisses up to your folds, your fingers moving small strands of loose curls away from his face, sometimes even tucking them behind his ear for him.
his mouth got to work on you right away, licking a strip up your clit before swirling his muscle around the sensitive bud. your thighs slightly tensed at the feeling, squishing his head between them causing him to chuckle against your heat. the vibrations damn-near sent shivers down your spine, your head resting back as soft satisfied hums echoed through the dinging room.
“mm- mikey.. it’s your birthday i should be- hm- i should be be pleasing you, my love-” you barely made out between the hums of pleasure, but he quickly cut you off.
“shh- i wanna show you how much i appreciate you darling.” he interrupts, “for everything.” he could taste your arousal as you dripped onto his lips, creating a tightness in his slacks now.
after a few moments of michael devouring you and your sweetness, you felt the familiar tightening in your lower abdomen, “’m close baby.” you moaned out. one of your hands tugging on his curls as the other held onto the edge of the table for stability. the slurping noises from his head between your thighs had came to an halt after hearing your words.
“already, my love?” he teased, stepping back up. his hands slithered around your waist to help you from the table.
“shut up..” you murmured and took his hand in yours. he shook his head and lead you to your shared bedroom.
shutting the door behind you, he guided you to the edge of the bed. with a gentle push, he sat you down on the edge, now in eye level with belt of his slacks. your lip caught between your teeth as you watched his fingers slowly undo the buckle, then the loop, then completely pulling it off. every movement of his made you weak—whether it was on stage or in the bedroom—the slight of his unbuttoned shirt practically made you drool.
he swiftly removed his button up, kneeling over you to bring his lips to meet yours. your hands cupped his cheeks as you were now laid on the mattress with your handsome lover hovering over you. the ambient sounds of nature only enhanced the tenderness of the two of you in this moment.
you felt his strong hand feel up your thighs once again—his biggest weakness being your legs—slowly maneuvering your mini slip up more and more. his hands moved to fully pull off his slacks, all without parting his lips from yours. you pulled apart for a moment, your breathing slowed while watching him in adoration as he took his erect member, that was nearly touching his bellybutton, and lined it up with your entrance. your eyes darted from his face to the work of his hands, licking your lips hungrily.
before fully sinking into your warmth, you fully slipped off your dress, leaving your body on display while michael ogled you with desire.
“you are the most gorgeous woman ever..” he cooed in your ear, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips then to your neck, finally slowly plunging into you.
you both let out heavenly sounds as his length seeped deep into your cunt that was already lubricated with your arousal. he fully removed his cock before filling you back up again, each thrust accompanied with a little whimper from you.
“i know baby.. i know,” he caressed your face, holding it with one hand while the other fondled with your breasts. “you’re takin’ me so well.” his gaze moved down, watching how his length disappears as he thrusts.
his pace remained slow and steady, never taking his eyes off of you. “i’missed you so much.” you whined out, your fingers met with the curls on the back of his neck once again.
“yeah? i missed you too, angel,” his breath quickened as well as his penetrating movements. hearing your whiny voice confess how much you missed him unlocked something inside of him at this moment. he wanted to show you how much he really missed you.
he adjusted his position, arms to the side of you, engulfing your lips with a deeply passionate kiss before picking up his pace. the sounds of skin smacking and michael swallowing your desperate moans. his noises just as sinful, grumbling and groaning into your mouth as well. he took one of his hands and moved it down to your clit, using the pad of his thumb to rub the swollen bud. your hips pumped up slightly at the sensation, tugging at his locks.
michael’s face fell into the crook of your neck, the pleasure becoming all too overwhelming as his hips snapped against yours, his filthiest moans singing in your ear. your nails dragged along his back as you tightened around his cock, “fuck- you feel so good mama.” he whimpered along the slick skin of your neck.
you could feel him twitch inside of you, signaling that he was ready. the immense amount of adrenaline he felt caused him to move at a merciless rhythm, plummeting his full length into you—sending you into ecstasy—and leaving you a moaning mess.
“i.. i’m so close baby!” you cried out as you held onto his back with no more space left between both of your bodies. with a few more thrusts paired with his fingers working magic on your clit, you dissolved into pleasure as you fell over the edge. your eyes shut tightly and you gripped around his cock as you spilled over, leaving a mess all over him. he fell close after you with a shattered breath and sweet whine, slamming into you once or twice as he deliciously filled you with his seed which helped you ride out your orgasm perfectly.
you felt his hot breath dance on the skin on your neck before feeling his lips engulf yours, tasting the salty sweat that beaded on his upper lip. he moved easy in and out a few more times before fully pulling out, a relaxed sigh spilling from the both of you.
“i love you.” his voice rasped as he looked at you now, fully. “i love you too, mikey.” you replied back, caressing his back gently. neither of you moved for a minute before michael finally decided to get up, propping yourself up along with him. he took one of his neatly pressed shirts, guiding each arm through the sleeves and buttoning it for you, leaving a few open—all with an enormous grin on his face.
“look at you..” he pressed a soft kiss to your nose before getting back up from the plush bed and dressing himself in some grey sweats and a t-shirt. you felt your face transition from its original color to now a tinted pink from his words. despite the year long relationship, michael knows how to leave you smitten, especially vulnerable in your post-orgasm glow.
you watched as he disappeared out of the bedroom, curious as to what he was doing. your hand reached for the tv remote, flipping through the channels before seeing him return with his cake, two forks and two glasses of water. you jumped up to help him as he seemed to have been struggling to keep everything together.
“woahh~” you grabbed the glasses of water as he sat on the edge of the bed, “now you’re ready for your cake?” you teased with a laugh, causing him to do the same. he gently tugged at his shirt that was draped on you, sitting you down on his lap. you slightly yelped at the sudden dominant movement that undeniably gave you butterflies. you placed the glasses of water down on the night stand ensuring not to spill.
he grabbed one of the forks and took a piece out of the cake, bringing it to your mouth for you to eat. obeying, you opened and took the fork to your mouth before grabbing it from him. michael watched as you hummed in response to the delicious taste of the cake, giving yourself a proud nod, “i picked a good one!”
“yeah?” he asked before taking his own fork to try it. he also nodded at the luscious tasting cake, giving you a kiss on the cheek, “i love it!” he exclaimed.
the rest of the night was spent finishing- no devouring the cake then staying up for majority of the night, sharing stories of his first leg of the bad tour, the events you’ve attended while he was away, and potential plans for your future together. and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
hi angels!! new theme & post layout, what do we think?? anywho, here’s an idea i thought of that turned into a oneshot for the model series ♡ aka my favorite series so far. i hope yall enjoy it as much i enjoyed writing it hehe!
୨♡୧ Off the Wall Era!Michael as your possessive yet sweet boyfriend ୨♡୧
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Off the Wall era!Michael would have some possessive tendencies when it comes to you and your relationship. While he’s a very sweet and loving boyfriend, always prioritizing you and your happiness, he always worries if he is enough for you. His greatest fear is being replaced or forgotten, especially by you. So anytime there is an instance of any man interacting with you, he has a problem.
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When hanging out in your apartment late one night, your landline rang a little too repetitively, he instantly got on edge.
“Who’s calling?” He asked, trying not to sound affected.
He noticed you didn’t go over to pick it up, instead letting the answering machine run. When he hears that it’s your female friend calling, he visibly relaxes-content that it’s not a man calling his girl.
“My best friend, she’s probably gonna complain about work or something… I’ll get back to her tomorrow.”
He nods and smiles softly, a bit embarrassed at himself. As the night goes on, he forgets about the phone call. You two had some old Hollywood movie (he picked) playing in the background as you two chatted.
While munching on some popcorn, you begin to tell a story involving a male co-worker, his ears immediately perk up and his heart drops. He would never accuse you of being unfaithful, he trusted you. He didn’t trust men or how they act, especially when it comes to beautiful women.
“How long have you known him?” He mutters nonchalantly, curious if the guy could possibly have a one up on him. “Sounds like a pretty cool guy… you seem to get along well with him.”
You roll your eyes, knowing he’s feeling a little jealous and amused that the most perfect man thinks he’s not enough.
“Not as cool as you, Michael,” You say firmly, wanting to reassure him-which works, he smiles coyly.
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Michael’s family knows of your relationship with him and they’re all supportive. However, his brothers (Marlon) love teasing him about you.
“Hey Mikey, when’s the pretty girl coming over? I need my vision refreshed, gotta have something beautiful to look at.” Marlon smiled, knowing what buttons to push.
Michael’s jaw rolls and his voice drops a bit, “Shut up, Marlon. She has a name… she’s not some ‘girl’. That doesn’t concern you anyway.”
Marlon lets out a mocking laugh.
“I’m just sayin’, don’t be so selfish. Keeping her all to yourself-“
Michael shook his head and stood up from his seat, muttering to himself angrily as he walked out the room.
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He has a love hate relationship whenever he invites you over to family events. It either goes smoothly or his brothers decide that’s the moment they want to mess around with him-using you as a pawn.
It’s a warm spring night in late May, the Jackson brothers are taking a couple days off tour to be at home and reset. Everything had been going fine until he noticed that Marlon started talking to you a little too friendly. At first he thought it was just a simple greeting-but boy was he wrong.
Marlon wasn’t just greeting her, he was full on flirting.
He didn’t cause a big scene or butt in. He hated conflict, especially in front of the whole family. Instead, he watched closely. His eyes darted between the two of you quickly. His jaw was set firmly in place and anyone who saw him would swear that he stopped breathing.
He noticed every single detail. The way Marlon’s eyes lingered on you, the way he touched your shoulder a little too flirtatiously and most importantly how you reacted to him. He took note of how you smiled or if you laughed a little too hard. Which in his eyes, you did.
His face was serious, inside his blood was boiling like never before.
He waited until the night was over to bring it up to you. On the walk back to his bedroom, he started: “You seemed to be having a pretty interesting conversation with Marlon earlier tonight. He sure liked talking to you.” He said softly, eyes avoiding yours. He softened his voice to avoid scaring you.
You kept walking yet you blinked and studied him, “Yea, he was telling me some funny stuff about the tour-“
“He touched your shoulder, Y/N. He was flirting. I didn’t like that,” He blurted out before biting the inside of his cheek and crossing his arms, fully pausing but the water fountain. “…they’re always like that… always. It’s like-it’s like they don’t realize you’re mine, you’re *my* girl.” He muttered as he plopped down on the edge of the water fountain.
That made you feel bad, you didn’t realize how that interaction looked to him. He looked down at his shoes, he was so visibly upset. You looked at him for a few moments, trying to gather your thoughts.
You kneeled in front of him, cupping his face in your hands. “Hey, it’s not like that, okay? You really think I was flirting with him? Michael, I want you. Only you. I didn’t realize you’d get upset. I’m so sorry. I thought he was just being nice-“
“Yea, that’s how it goes. They’re just being nice and then-“ he paused sourly before letting out a drawn out sigh. After a long pause he began again, “I’m sorry, I just…It scares me. Okay, it scares me to think that maybe you’d rather be with someone else. Someone who could-I…I dunno...” he looked down again.
You shook your head, thumbs caressing his cheeks.
“I would *never* want to be with someone else. Never. You make me feel things I’ve never thought I could ever feel. My heart belongs to you. Please know that.” you murmured, your faces mere inches from each other. “I love *you*.”
He became overcome with emotion, his frustration and anger coming out in the way he crashed his lips onto yours. His lips were always soft, so addictive and tender. You immediately sighed and melted into his mouth as you knelt in front of him. He grabbed you by the hips to pull you up, making you straddle him. For a moment, nothing around him mattered. He didn’t care if Katherine saw you two. Or his brothers for that matter, he wanted them to. He wanted them to know you were his and his alone.
“God, you kill me. I need you, Y/N.” he whispered against your jaw.
Your head was tipped back, your chest heaving.
“You have me, I'm right here baby.” you cooed
“No, I need more. More. I’m an addict when it comes to you.” His voice was thick and full of desire.
You hummed, fingers dancing along his collarbone.
“Let’s go back to your room?” You purred.
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The walk back to his room was torturous, he evaded his family and slammed the door behind him once inside. Before you could say anything, he kissed you so hard you lost your balance. He held you against his body, guiding you onto the bed. Falling on top of you, your legs wrapping around his slender hips.
You gasped for air, holding onto him tightly. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath fanning over your face.
“Can I touch you, please. Baby, I need to.” He whined, his hips pressing against your thigh, feeling his hard-on throbbing against it.
You bit back a moan, knowing you couldn’t be loud and nodded.
“Yea, you can.”
His hands immediately went for your breasts, kneading them through your top. Your eyes closed, your pants getting breathier. Your nipples hardened instantly. He rocked his hips against your thigh before shifting so that he was rubbing right up your core.
He grunted softly against you, watching your face as his hands continued plying with your breasts.
“Look at you, so beautiful…so pretty. All mine.” He hummed.
“All yours, everything belongs to you.”
He let out a heavy sigh, his right hand moving down to your waist. They roamed over your abdomen before moving lower. When it reached the waistband of your pants, he paused for a moment. Those beautiful round eyes of his were now slanted and full of desire.
“I’ll only do it if you want me to.” He whispered, gauging your reaction to his want.
You paused for a second, you two have never touched each other like that. The most he ever touched was your boobs or your hips. Sure, you two have dry humped… but everything was done with clothes on. The way his fingers kept trailing into your waistband and out over your lower abdomen had you feeling dazed.
He bit down on his bottom lip, his dick throbbing. You agreed, the need for him overpowering any semblance of self control.
“Please, I want you to.”
He let out a shaky breath before sliding his hand into your pants, his hand moving towards your panties. You looked up at him, thighs trembling at the mere thought of his hand touching you where you needed him the most.
“If you change your mind, you can tell me.” He murmured, pausing for a second.
You nodded and he continued, finally reaching your pussy. His fingers brushed against your lips through the now damp material of your panty.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He cooed, gently running his middle and ring finger up and down, very gently.
You whimpered quietly, not wanting to get too loud. His fingers felt so good already. He took his time as he explored through the cloth, tracing your lips with the utmost care. He gently nudged your legs apart a little more, his breathing ragged. This made it easy for him to touch the bundle of sensitive nerves around your bud. You dug your nails into his bicep.
“Michael-“
“Mmh… ‘that feel good?” He grunted as he rubbed tender circles over your clit.
“Y-yea.”
“Say it, say you’re mine. Please, angel. I need to hear you say it.” He murmured.
“I’m yours Michael, all yours. F-that feels so good.” You moaned.
He shivered at the way you obliged him. How eagerly you proclaimed being his. His lower abdomen swelled with heat, his head dazed.
“I love you, Y/N. You’re perfect, it drives me absolutely insane to see you talk to someone else. God, the things you do to me. I know it’s not right, I know I shouldn’t. I really can’t help it…I’ll never understand.” He murmured, his fingers slowing down.
“You don’t have to worry about that, no one even comes close to the man you are. My perfect boy. My beautiful, sweet boy.” You cooed as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. Finally relaxing fully on top of you. His tension easing effortlessly.
He whispered sweet nothings against your skin, getting completely and utterly lost in you. Your words replaying in his mind. You two kissed and held each other until you both fell asleep.
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Thank you to my bestie @cupidslyrics for giving me the inspo to write this! I hope I was able to do it justice! Muaaaah! Lmk if you guys would like a series of all of Michael’s eras as a possessive bf!!!
** btw sorry if there’s a bunch of typos, I started dozing off when completing this!!**
ru’s letters💌: there are some embellished truths about Jack in my version of him, do not take them as canon, this is fanfiction after all. Forgive any mistakes, not edited 💕
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
Jack Abbot who lived a life of solitude after the divorce from his wife, Shannon. Work, gym, sleep. The occasional outing with friends and colleagues. The occasional date that sometimes ended with something more. And he was content with that, at least that’s what he told himself.
Jack Abbot who two and a half years as a single man has not had a connection that lasted longer than four dates. He was a man focused on his work and his patients and that gave him fulfilment but even he could admit to himself that he was lonely.
Jack Abbot who after a session with his therapist went out and adopted a cat. A black kitten who was about to be euthanised because of her health issues. Her little golden-yellow eyes looked at him through the cage and he just knew that she had to be his. By the time he arrived back at his home, Jack had everything that he would need be a ‘cat dad’ as they called it. A name for the kitten however, that was to be determined.
Jack Abbot who never flaunted his wealth. He was a smart man who, from a young age, invested his money wisely. He knew that he would need something to cushion him after his service and unfortunately his pre-planning saved him a great headache after losing his lower limb. Jack who if you didn’t know him personally would take him for what he is at a simple appearance. A simple man who worked more than he enjoyed living life.
Jack Abbot who after a typical night shift was already calculating how to spend his day off. Grocery shopping, buy breakfast and then home. He didn’t want to do anything else with his two days off but be in his house with his kitten.
However … that all changed when he saw the flashing hazards of a Mercedes coupe and a woman dressed in pink from head to toe pacing back and forth. Her beautiful face pulled into a deep frown as she furiously typed on her phone. The feeling he got when he first saw his kitten, he was feeling it now. So he slowed down his truck.
Jack Abbot who asked “You alright darlin’?” And your tears following after you trembled out a “no” pulled something out of him that had been dormant for a while. He never wanted to see you cry ever again. So he asked questions as he changed your tyre - pretty surprised that a modern Mercedes like this even had one in the back.
Jack Abbot who tried not to blush but failed as he felt your eyes on him as he worked, ignoring the pinch in his stub from the position he was in. He was going to fix your tyre and not complain about his aching body.
Jack Abbot who asked for your name and when you gave it to him, he locked it in his memory. A name he would never forget even if this moment would be fleeting. He was kind of annoyed that changing your tyre was quick, he wanted to bask in your scent for a little longer.
Jack Abbot who tried not to wince as he stood to his full height only to be nearly knocked off his feet when you dove into his arms and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He chuckled at your gratitude as his arms naturally closed around your back and held you. God you felt good in his arms and that should have frightened him.
Jack Abbot who looked into your brown eyes and took in your wide smile. “God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured which caused your smile to be wider.
“Thank you.” You giggled and then you pulled away which Jack tried to not show his disappointment. “I have to show my gratitude somehow. You literally saved my life.”
“There’s no need for that darlin’. I was just helping out a stranger.”
“You just told me you were coming from a night shift, I can pay for your breakfast or something.”
“What you can do for me is get back in your car, get home and rest your pretty head.” He watched you poke your bottom lip out and he had to bite his own to stop from doing what he was thinking of doing but he picked up on the fact that you don’t like being told no.
“I feel bad, there’s gotta be something more that I can do for taking your time.”
Jack Abbot who in that moment, feeling bold did something he hadn’t done in a very long time, he made the first move. “Why don’t we switch numbers and we can discuss later how you can thank me.” The flirtation undertone could not be missed and you picked up on it.
Jack Abbot who savoured the kiss you left on his cheek after you swapped numbers and got back into your car. “I’ll be seeing you Dr Jack Abbot.”
“Yes, you will darlin’. Yes you will.” He mumbled as he watched you drive away. He stood there for a moment letting his feelings settle as they registered. He felt giddy and that excited him.
Jack Abbot who as he drove away, smiled to himself as he knew that his life was about to change.
Lovergirl Featurette: Imagine if Jack Abbot was your baby daddy, who still had feelings for you….
Jack abbot x black!reader
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), dubcon, kinda dark Jack, obsessive!Jack, jealous!Jack, unprotected sex
You had met Jack Abbot at the local coffee shop. He’d waltzed in still wearing his scrubs after his shift. In typically fashion, he’d ordered a black coffee with three sugars. He’s not used to seeing the coffee shop be this crowded.
Usually, when he gets off of his shift, it’s a dead zone in here with a few early morning runners or early birds. Normally, in any situation like this, he’d just walk out of the door and head home, but he really just wants a moment to sit down and not stand on his leg.
Plus, he wants to actually enjoy his coffee while it’s hot. Not sip on it when it’s reheated.
He spots an open chair at the table with you and weighs his options. He could go and ask, and you’d say yes. Or he’d ask and you’d flat out tell him no, and he would smile and be on his way.
One look at your pretty face makes option one sound more tempting. He strolls over in your directions, a visible lack of confidence in the walk paired with the dull ache of being on the prosthetic all day.
You look up from your notebook just as Jack stops at your table.
“Hi, do you mind if I sit here? All the other tables are pretty crowded…”
You glance around at the other tables before shooting Jack a smile that he can only describe as dazzling. “Yeah, of course. Take a seat.”
You reach over to slide your bag from the seat just as Jack sits down. You start to sketch on your notebook again while Jack sips on his coffee and looks out the window. It’s a peaceful calm with only the quiet murmurs of the other customers, along with the sound of the espresso machine.
Jack looks down and catches sight of your drawing. “You’re really good at that.”
He immediately cringes at the sentence. The long shift has left his cognitive prowess at a minimal.
You chuckle, “Thank you. I could do a sketch of you, if you’d like.”
Of course, he agrees. Anything to keep some form of conversation going with you. Throughout the coffee, you both introduce yourselves to each other before starting to get to know each other more.
Jack becomes enamored with you almost instantly. He hasn’t been this interested in someone since his wife. When you present the sketch to him, it leaves him stunned. It’s amazing all of the small details about him that you were able to capture.
From that point, you and Jack make the little meetings a recurring thing. He doesn’t stick around longer than he has to for handoffs. He tells Robby what he needs to know and dips out of the hospital to walk to the cafe.
You’re always sitting in the same spot, waiting with your coffee order. You even buy his coffee—which Jack immediately shuts down because you shouldn’t be spending your money on him.
But it’s perfectly fine if he spends his money on you. You both talk for hours. Jack’s pain in his leg fades away with the conversation, and he doesn’t even remember how tired he is.
It’s not quite unexpected when you end up back at his apartment, your hand tangled in his silver curls. He pauses to mention his leg to you, which obviously doesn’t bother you.
It’s not too long after that when he has bent over his counter, clawing at the granite and drooling because of the intense drag of his dick through your warm walls.
You lose count of how many times that Jack makes you cum that day. He has you in so many positions that it makes your head spin just thinking about it.
You aren’t surprised that he would be good at making you feel good. Jack has the look of someone who values their partner’s pleasure written all over him.
However, what is surprising is the fact that when you take a pregnancy test two weeks later, it comes back positive.
You take three more…and surprise, surprise, they all come back positive.
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Telling Jack that you’re pregnant is a job within itself. You didn’t exactly have his number to call him. You both had never traded numbers. You and Jack liked the intimacy of having those moments in the coffee shop together before you returned back to your lives.
However as you sit across from him, you swallow nervously as you sip at your green tea. Jack notices that it’s not your usual sugary confection.
“Hey, is something wrong?”
On his end, he’s mentally preparing himself to hear you say that you don’t want to see him anymore. Maybe, you felt like he was too old. Honestly, he was pushing fifty and he wondered if he was some kind of creep because he liked you.
“I’m pregnant.”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you take a sip of your tea, burning your tongue in the process.
Jack’s ears rings, and this time it isn’t from the tinnitus that he developed after serving two tours.
“Pregnant?”
You nod, chewing on your lip, “Yeah, I took four tests, they all came back positive. And before you give me that look because I’m aware that tests can come back with false positives, I already went to my primary, and she confirmed it.
You try not to be insulted when you see the next questioning look that crosses his face.
“Yes, it’s yours. I’ve only had sex with you, Jack,” you spit out, biting back the sting of tears. The hormones and stress of the situation has you emotion out of this world.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to imply anything. I just wanted to be sure. What are you thinking? Obviously, this is your body, so I’ll respect whatever option that you choose,” Jack states, though some part of him secretly craves this.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think it over. I just wanted to let you know, so that maybe we could figure out together,” you explain, your wide eyes gazing over at him.
That look alone lets Jack know how scary this must all be for you. He reaches across the table, “Sweetheart, whatever you decide, I’ll be here to support you through it.”
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You decide to keep the baby, which Jack is elated by. From the moment that you both agree to keep it, Jack is by your side every step of the way.
When you have an appointment, he’s driving you there and even picking you up food on the way there. He’s constantly texting you while you’re at work, checking on you and the baby. Don’t even mention that you didn’t pack lunch, Jack is immediately sending food your way.
He’s on top of your prenatals and vitamins. He’ll text during the morning, reminding you to take them.
As your pregnancy progresses, Jack falls more and more in the love with the idea of being a father. He imagines a chunky baby with curly hair laying on his chest.
When your bump starts to show, Jack is over the moon. To him, it signifies that your baby is healthy and growing. He wants to remain respectful, but there’s a part of him that craves to touch your bump.
You catch him eyeing your stomach one day and chuckle, “Jack, you can touch my stomach. This is your baby too.” You only have to tell him once before he’s spreading his large hand across your bump.
You try to ignore the way that your body reacts to feeling his hands on you. You and Jack had agreed to keep things platonic for the sake of the baby. Who knows why you both thought that would be a good idea?
Before you know it, you’re riding Jack on your couch, fingers clutching at his shoulders. He looks down at your growing belly and your breasts, which have increased in size. He’s in awe at you truly.
He grabs your hips in his, “You’re so gorgeous like this, honey. Growing my baby and letting me fuck you full still.” He moves his hands up to grasp at your sensitive breasts, “And these. It makes me even harder knowing that these are gonna fill with milk for our baby.”
The combination of his words, along with the added stimulation of his fingers rolling across your nipples has you cumming loudly.
You and Jack swear that this is the last time.
But it’s not. You have sex in his truck after one of your appointments. You have sex when you go to pick out the baby crib and paint for the nursery. You even have sex late at night because you were horny and craving Jack.
It doesn’t take long for Jack to ask you to be his girlfriend after that. There isn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for you or the baby. If you’re craving some ridiculous concoction, he’s all on board for getting it. If he isn’t available, best believe he’s sending Robby in his place.
As your bump grows more and more, so does the pain and fatigue. Jack is there to massage your aching back and feet. In fact, he even hires a masseuse who specializes in massages for pregnant women to come massage your back and stomach.
When you can’t see your feet and need to shave, Jack is elated to be the one doing it. He might as well be a barber with how much care and dedication he puts into shaving you.
When you need a pregnancy pillow, consider it bought. The baby’s nursery. Already done. Jack and Robby spent a full day building and organizing to your desire.
“What about right here, honey?” Jack asks, as he moves the dresser with Robby for the third time.
You frown, “No, it looks wrong there. Can we try moving it there, please?”
Both men move the dresser, but you can see the sweat and how tired they are. Before either of them know it, you’re pouting and sniffling, and then you’re just full-blown crying.
“I’m sorry. I’m working you both so hard and being difficult,” you state, sobbing and rubbing at your eyes.
Jack’s expression softens, “Hey, baby, you’re not being difficult. You’re doing what feels best for our baby. We don’t have a problem with that. Right, Robby?”
“Right. Whatever will be best for my niece or nephew, consider it done,” Robby answer.
You wipe at your eyes, “Are you both sure?”
“Of course we are. Now, why don’t you go rest. There’s watermelon in the fridge,” Jack said.
“Okay, thank you both. Love you,” you said, pressing your lips to Jack’s. You waltz out of the room without realizing what you’ve said to Jack.
His jaw is dropped, but then the goofy smile crosses his lips. “Love you too, baby,” he mutters, before turning back to Robby.
“You’re far, gone, brother,” Robby comments, smiling at seeing Jack so happy.
“M’right where I wanna be,” Jack answers, before navigating to the dresser again.
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When you and Jack find out that the gender of the baby is a boy, he cries. Not some cute cry, but fully sobs in the room. Your OBGYN zooms in your baby boy as he sleeps peacefully.
Jack turns to you, “That’s our baby boy in there.”
He’d always imagined what it would be like to have a son. His mind goes to all of the different ways that he and his son will bond together. He thinks of all the things he wants to teach him.
He thinks that he couldn’t get more happier than this moment, but then he feels his baby boy start kicking and he’s over the moon.
“Let daddy feel you kick one more time, buddy,” Jack mutters against your bump. In response, your son kicks lightly.
Jack laughs, “Ooo, that’s a strong one, buddy. You’re gonna give your old man a run for his money.”
You curl your fingers in his hair, “You both get to have your little boys day out.”
Most of the time, Jack finds himself talking to your son, even while your sleeping. You’ll get random texts from him during the day asking how you and his baby boy are doing.
The excitement never dies down.
On July 17th at 9:15 PM, Koda Jackson Abbot, makes his grand entrance into the world weight 8lbs and 6 ounces. Jack is in pure awe at seeing the doctor holding his little boy. He’s in even more awe when he gets to cut the umbilical cord.
Koda is set upon your chest and Jack can’t help but take in the sight of his baby. You smile up at him with tears in your eyes. Jack presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, baby. Thank you for giving me this.”
He follows behind the nurses when they go to clean Koda up. He eagerly scoops Koda into his arms when it’s time for skin-to-skin.
Fatherhood suits Jack Abbot quite nicely.
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Jack’s an amazing father. You never have to doubt that. He makes sure that you and Koda are good. He’s attentive and caring. During your healing process, Jack takes extra special care of you, especially when making sure that you have enough rest.
Things go great for you both.
Until they don’t.
Jack falls into some old destructive habits. He spends more time rushing into work, especially when he’s not needed. He doesn’t know why he does it, but it just happens. Your relationship starts to get rocky. You both try to make it work, but it just falls through.
Jack knows that he’s to blame.
Even with you both not being together, you still co-parent effortlessly. You both agreed that you would never let any of your problems affect Koda. He was always yours and Jack’s #1 priority.
The schedule that you both craft is good. All mentions of your past relationship is put on the back burner, but that doesn’t mean that Jack doesn’t miss you. He still yearns for those quiet and intimate moments that you shared.
He misses holding you and sharing kisses. But he respects your boundaries.
Two years pass by of peace with co-parenting. But that doesn’t stop Jack from subtly flirting with you. You catch him checking you out more times than you can count.
“Is this a new dress?” He asks, eyes running up and down your figure.
You roll your eyes playfully, “Yes, Jackson, this is a new dress. Let’s keep our eyes to our self.”
Jack shrugs, “A man can’t appreciate how beautiful the mother of his child looks?”
That was another thing, Jack didn’t play none of that calling you his baby mama. You were always to be referred to as the mother of his child. Even when you would jokingly refer to him as your “baby daddy,” he never took it to heart.
You lean across the counter while staring at him, “Hey, are you free to take Koda this Saturday?”
“Yeah, I am. You got big plans with the girls?”
You bite at your lip, “Actually, I have a date.”
Jack almost breaks his neck with how fast he turns to look at you. He tries in vain to steel his expression, “Oh? I didn’t realize that you were dating again.”
Quite frankly, he wasn’t expecting you to date anyone else. He’d been dropping hints here and there about getting back together. Plus, in his head, you would always be his.
“It’s nothing too serious. Just a date with this guy that I work with,” You reply.
“Has he met Koda?” Jack questions, failing to hide the jealously in his voice.
“Of course not, Jack. You know I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”
He sighs, “Yeah, honey, I’ll take Koda Saturday. Have fun on your date.”
You’re surprised at how well that he takes the news. You were expecting him to have a much bigger reaction.
Little do you know, Jack’s already planning on how he’ll ruin your date. He’ll let you have this little illusion of choice, but honestly, you’re always going to be his.
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On Saturday, when you drop Koda off at Jack’s house, the man doesn’t hide that he’s ogling you.
He grabs Koda as you pass him to Jack. Koda smiles happily, auburn curls flopping in his face, “Daddy!”
Jack smiles in return before pressing a kiss to Koda’s chubby cheek, “Hey, buddy. I missed you so much. You ready to have fun?”
“Mhmm, daddy we play trucks,” Koda states. He was in his truck phase, and neither Jack nor Robby were making it better as they kept buying him toys to add to his collection.
“We sure are, buddy. We’re gonna have so much fun!” Jack lightly bounces him in his arms before looking at you.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” He tells you, trailing his eyes down your figure. You can’t help the heat that pinches at your skin.
“Thanks, Jack. Also, thanks again for doing this.”
“S’no problem, honey. Now go have fun.”
You smile and lean forward to kiss Koda’s cheek, “Bye baby. Mommy will be back to get you tomorrow. Be good for daddy okay?” You ruffle your hand through his curls which resemble yours, but with Jack’s ginger color.
“Otay mommy. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby bear.” You kiss Koda’s cheek one last time.
“No kiss for daddy?” Jack teases, even though he’s dead serious.
You roll your eyes before leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw. Both Jack and Koda watch as you walk to your car before getting in and driving off.
Jack looks down at his son, “Hey Koda, you want to do me a favor, and I’ll buy you a new truck?”
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The date with Oliver, your coworker, is going surprisingly well. However, you’d be lying if you didn’t say that your mind was wandering to Jack. Though you tried not to, your mind instantly went to comparing Oliver to Jack.
You take another sip of wine as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Before you can respond to Oliver’s question, your phone buzzes on the table. You flip it over and see Jack’s name. Your stomach drops. Jack wouldn’t be calling you unless it was a dire emergency.
You look up at Oliver, “I’m sorry. It’s my kid’s dad.”
“Don’t apologize. You should take it. It could be an emergency,” Oliver said.
Clicking on the answer button, you hold the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”
“Hey, honey, Koda’s been crying for you for the past hour. I tried to get him settled down, but he’s inconsolable,” Jack answers.
“Okay, can you put him on the line?”
You hear the brief shuffle of the phone as Jack passes it to Koda.
Koda sniffles, “Mama…”
“Oh my baby. What’s wrong?”
“I miss you, mama. I want you to come back to me and daddy,” Koda responds, before he sniffles again.
Your heart clenches at hearing his little sniffles and sobs, “Hey, I’ll be right there in a bit, baby bear, okay? Just be a big boy for daddy and I’ll be there soon.”
“Otay, mama. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” You hang up the phone as you look back at Oliver with a tight-lipped smile.
Before you can explain, he smiles, “Hey, don’t apologize. Your son comes first always. We have plenty more time to go on another date.”
“Thank you, Oliver.”
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It feels like you’re speeding as you rush back to Jack’s house. Which is honestly a little crazy on your part. When you make it there and park in the driveway, Jack opens the door on the first knock.
Koda reaches out for you as you grab him in your arms. “Hey, baby bear, are you okay?”
“Mhmm, I just missed you mommy.”
“I missed you too,” You said, kissing the crown of his head. You, Jack, and Koda all walk back into the house together as you all sit on the couch together. Jack turns on Little Bear, which happens to be one of Koda’s favorite shows. Pretty soon, Koda is asleep with his cheek pressed to your chest in the same way that he used to do when he was a baby.
“I can take him,” Jack suggests.
You seamlessly pass Koda over to him. You both watch as your baby boy snuggles further into Jack’s arms as he carries him to his room. Jack pushes Koda’s curls back before kissing his cheek.
“Night buddy. Daddy loves you.”
He walks back into the living room where you’re sitting. He plops back into the couch with you casually.
“So how was the date?” Jack asks.
“It was good. He was really nice,” You answer, trying to keep the conversation light. You figure that Jack doesn’t want to hear the ins and outs of your date with the other man.
You don’t even know that he paid Dennis to spy on you and Oliver from across the restaurant.
Jack hums, “Are you planning on going on another date with him?”
“I don’t know, maybe? He’s really nice and I like him. Isn’t this a bit awkward to be talking about with you?”
Jack shrugs, “Not at all. I think it’s important for us to have healthy communication with each other. That includes me asking about the man that’s taking out the mother of my child.”
“Do you ever think about dating other people?” You ignore the bitterness that you feel at Jack dating other women, or even just the thought of him sleeping with other women makes you sick. It’s hypocritical of you, but it still doesn’t ease the sting.
“Nope, I have my eye on one woman only. I’m just waiting on her to come to her senses.”
You laugh, “We tried, remember? We couldn’t make it work.”
“But that was the past, we can make it work this time. I’m in therapy and I’ve been setting boundaries with work. I love you, sweetheart. I love you and I love our little boy. Just give us a shot again.”
Just as before, you get lost in those hazel puppy eyes.
Jack always has a way of getting what he wants. That includes you. One minute, you’re both talking on the couch and the next minute, he has your legs pressed to your chest as he bullies his way inside of you.
You moan loudly as you clutch at him. Jack leans down, “Shhh…don’t wake our baby up. Be a good girl for me and keep quiet.”
You wonder how the man expects you to be quiet when he’s rearranging your insides.
You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all that you’re right where Jack wants you. He reaches a hand down to start playing with your clit, “M’never gonna let you go, honey. You, me, and Koda, we can be one big happy family. Maybe…we’ll have a little girl.”
Somewhere in your brain, the rational part of you fights against his words. Jack spots the hesitation in your gaze, which causes him to press himself deeper inside of you as he slots his lips against yours.
You’re so lost in your orgasm that you don’t even pay attention to the warm spurts of Jack’s cum painting your walls.
Oh well.
You’ll just have to plan for the next baby, but by that point, you’ll be married.
I need Smoke/Stack smut where the readers/OC’s coochie is so good that they start crying
The Smokestack twins are dicking down a good pussy chick. They can't even be mad about it, she got that wet and gushy that squeeze like a pair of vice grippers. Who knew two grown ass men would be crying in the pussy?
Smoke sits back against the headboard, his heavy frame sinking into the pillows while she straddles him cowgirl. Her knees plant wide on either side of his thick thighs, hands braced flat on his broad chest. She lowers herself slow, letting that right-curving dick stretch her open inch by inch until her pussy swallows every fat vein. The head nudges deep, curving right against her front wall, and she pauses there, clenching once to feel how perfectly he fits.
She starts moving with lethal control. Her hips roll in deep circles first, grinding her soaked walls down around his dick so every ridge drags against her. Then she lifts just enough for the head to catch at her entrance before she drops back down heavy, taking him to the root. The wet slap of her ass meeting his lap filling the bed room. She keeps the motion tight. No wasted motion, just a continuous bounce and grind that milks him from base to tip. Smoke’s hands lock onto her waist, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. His jaw stays tight, breath pushing out in low grunts every time she drops.
“Fuck…you feel too fuckin’ good,” he spoke with a shaky voice.
His eyes stay half-lidded, watching her the whole time, but the pressure builds fast. Her pussy squeezes on the upstroke, walls fluttering and gripping like she’s trying to pull the cum straight out of him.
She doesn’t look away. Her gaze stays locked on his, dark and focused like a siren while she works him. She bounces with perfect timing, short sharp drops followed by slow grinds that drag her clit against his pelvis. Every time she clenches around the curve of his dick, his breath stutters. A single tear slips from the corner of his left eye first, tracking down his temple. Another follows on the right.
Smoke doesn’t sob or make extra noise, just those broken grunts and the way his chest rises harder under her palms.
Her pussy is soaked, creamy from how deep she’s taking him. The stretch feels obscene every time she sinks down, tight walls hugging that fat 9.5 inch curve so good he can feel every pulse. She leans forward a little, changing the angle so the head rubs that spot inside her over and over.
Smoke’s grip tightens. His mouth parts, breath coming ragged.
“Shit…you gon’ make me bust, baby,” he growls low but the tears keep coming while she rides him like she owns every inch of that big ass dick.
She keeps the pace lethal.
Bounce…grind…clench…repeat…
His dick throbs harder inside her, veins pulsing against her walls. She feels him swell, knows he’s close, but she doesn’t speed up. She just keeps staring into his glassy eyes, rolling her hips in those deep circles that drag every sensitive spot along his length. Smoke’s head tips back against the headboard, another tear sliding free. His body locks up, muscles tight, overwhelmed by how perfectly her wet ass pussy milks him. He stays silent except for those low, broken sounds, eyes still on her even as the pleasure cracks him open and leaves him wrecked beneath her.
Smoke’s fingers slide up the back of her neck and fists her hair. He drags her down hard, plush lips crashing against hers in a deep, wet kiss that tastes like his low grunts. Their tongues slide together while she keeps rolling her hips, never breaking the ride that’s wrecking him.
He breaks the kiss just enough to growl against her lips.
“This pussy so fuckin’ good, baby, fuck it’s so damn wet.”
Smoke’s hands drop to her ass, gripping both cheeks right. Then, he starts driving up into her from below, thick muscular thighs flexing as he slams his right-curving dick straight into that soaked grip.
Her walls clenched around every inch, creamy and hot, sucking him deeper with every thrust. The head of his dick drags against her front wall on each upward stroke, stretching that pussy open and making her moan into his mouth.
“Smoke…Smoke…yes…” she gasps his name over and over, voice breaking every time he bottoms out.
Smoke’s eyes remain locked on hers, heavy-lidded and glassy. He keeps talking while he fucks up into her.
“You’re so quiet but I can feel you shaking. I can see it in your eye, smoke. You losin’ it, ain’t you? My pussy is wrecking you, daddy. Tell me it’s wrecking you.”
“You know it is…shit. You killin’ me.” Smoke released a deep groan.
“Good I want you ruined. I want you so obsessed with this coochie that you can’t even think straight,” She rolled her hips. “I’m gonna bounce on this big ass dick ‘til you cry for me. You wanna cry for me, Smoke? You wanna let it go?”
“Fuck…just leep ridin’ this fuckin’ dick, baby. Don’t stop.”
She bounced. Hands on her knees. On her feet. Ass dropping down on him like an earthquake.
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
“I’m gonna take every inch of you. This dick mine now. Every bit of this thick, heavy dick belongs to me. You feel me creaming? I’m soakin’ this dick, just sliding right on and off this big dick—”
Smoke starts meeting her stroke for stroke. Balls slapping that ass.
“Pussy so perfect…uuuugmh FUCK—”
“I’m your favorite addiction.” She licked her lips. “Now hold my hips and push up in me—harder—I want to feel you hittin’ the back of my throat—no, the back of my pussy. Dick so good I’m saying anything—give it to me, Smoke. Fuck me like you tryna put a baby in me—”
She stopped moving and Smoke completely took over, plowing her pussy from beneath. His vision blurred, his nostrils flared, his growls grew louder.
“I got you…I ain’t lettin’ go. You mine. This shit mine—all mine.”
“Yes, daddy…yes daddy. You’re just a big strong man getting broken by a little pussy, ain’t you?”
“Fuck…yes, just…gahdam, girl. Good pussy…so wet…grippin’ me like that…fuck.” Each word comes out rough, voice cracking when her walls flutter around him.
Tears still slip from the corners of his eyes.
She leans in and drags her tongue across one, licking the salt from his temple while he keeps pounding up into her. Another tear tracks down his cheek and she catches that too, sucking it off his skin with a soft moan.
Her back bows hard, pushing her tits against his chest. Smoke slides his arms under hers, locking his hands behind her shoulders so he can drive her down onto every thrust. The angle lets him bury that fat 9.5 inch curve all the way in, hips snapping up fast and deep. Wet sounds fill the space every time his lap meets her ass.
Her pussy starts pulsing around him. She cries out, body shaking as the orgasm crashes through her.
“Smoke—fuck—I’m cumming—oh god I’m cumming—”
Her walls clamp down tight, squeezing while she soaks his dick and thighs. Smoke keeps fucking her through it, eyes locked on hers, grunting low and broken while fresh tears slide down his face.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps driving up into that spasming pussy, holding her in place with those strong arms, voice hoarse as he keeps repeating it.
Smoke bucked upward, his hips snapping up into her with raw, primal force, trying to bury himself as deep as humanly possible. He shot thick, hot ropes of nut deep against her cervix, his entire body racking with intense, rhythmic spasms. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in like she’s oxygen and he’s been drowning. He didn’t say much, releasing one final, shaky moan.
“Fuck…you really just broke me, baby…”
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She swings her leg over Stack and settles reverse, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. Her back is to him, ass high, and she reaches down to line that thick left-curving dick up with her dripping hole. She sinks down slow, letting every inch stretch her open until her ass meets his lap. Stack’s hands fly to her waist, fingers digging in like he’s trying to anchor himself.
She starts moving.
Slow, deep rolls of her hips that make her cheeks spread and clap softly with each grind. Her walls grip him tight, pulsing around the curve that drags against her back wall on every downward stroke. She glances over her shoulder, eyes hazy, voice low and syrupy.
“Feel that, Stack? Feel how my pussy squeezin’ every inch of that dick? Mmm, you do deep like this…right where I want you…deep in my pussy.” She rolls her hips again, slower this time, letting him feel the way her walls flutter and suck. “That’s it…just like that…let me ride you nice and deep.”
Stack’s breathing turns ragged fast.
His head drops back against the pillows, mouth open but he can’t look away from the way her ass moves. His hands slide down to her cheeks, spreading her wide so he can watch his fat dick disappear inside her over and over. The sight makes his thighs tense under her.
“Damn…baby girl…shit,” Stack groans, voice cracking. Tears are welling in his eyes. Spilling over faster than he can blink them away. One tracks down his cheek while he bites his bottom lip hard, trying to hold in the sounds. She keeps talking, sweet and nasty at the same time.
“Look at you takin’ this pussy so good. Yo feel his wet I am? Drippin’ all down your balls. Keep those hands right there—spread me open so you can watch that dick stretch me. Yeah…just like that.” She bounced a little harder, cheeks clapping louder, then grinds down in tight circles that make her walls drain him from bass to tip.
Stack’s chest heaves. More tears slip fee, running in steady lines while his lips tremble around the table. A broken moan slips out anyway, followed by a soft so he can’t swallow. His fingers flex, spreading her wider, thumbs brushing the place wheee they’re jointed so he can feel every slick inch sliding in and out.
She looks back again, voice dropping even lower.
“You cryin’ for me, baby? That pussy makin’ you lose it? Keep watchin’. I’m finna ride you till you can’t talk no more.”
She picks up the pace, hips snapping down in deep strokes that have him gasping and shaking beneath her. His tears keep flowing, eyes glassy and half-shut, but every second of her taking every inch of him.
She leans forward more, arching her back so her ass is pushed back and high, right in his face, on her feet. That motion opens her up wide. Giving him a front-row seat to the sight of his thick, left curve disappearing into her soaking wet, pulsing folds.
She picks up the pace from the slow grind to a lethal, pound. She slams her weight down on him, the wet slap of her pussy hitting his thighs echoing in the room. Every time she drops, she makes sure to angle herself so his left curve hooks deep into her, hitting a spot that makes her toes curl into the sheets and makes Stack’s eyes damn near roll to the back of his head.
Stack’s breath hitches. He reaches up, his rings cold against her hot skin as he grips her hips, his fingers digging in.
“Look at that…look at how you just swallow me whole,” Stack moans, his voice trembling. “You a little freak, ain’t you? Just a nasty little bitch for this dick. Fuckin’ me and my brother like one dick ain’t enough for this tight pussy.”
She lols back over her shoulder with a wicked smirk on her lips, her eyes locked onto his.
“You like seeing it, Stack? You like how tight I am for you? Like this nasty bitch pussy, huh?” She whispers, her voice sultry. “Let me see if you can bust in this pussy better than your older twin. Smoke gave this pussy some work the other day. Think you can do better?”
The sheer, overwhelming sensation of her walls gripping him so tight and hot was breaking him. His face was contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy.
Stack drives his heels into the mattress, flexes the muscles of his torso, and gives her exactly what she asked for. Dick beating her pussy in. Her breath stutters and hitches each time he drives up. She drops to her knees in reverse, stack placing one hand on her lower back to keep her steady while his hips levitate from the bed to pump her full of fat, curvy dick. It felt like a fresh wave of wetness was leaking from her. That hot rod was working her pussy so good.
“Damn, Stack!”
“Yeah, take this dick. Be a good bitch and take this dick—fuck this pussy so good—”
Her voice stays low but gets breathier. “I’m close, Stack…this dick got me right there. You feel how tight I’m gettin’?” She speeds up just enough, using the full length of him now, bouncing in short strokes that make her walls flutter and grip. Her moans started slipping out. Raw. Loud.
Stack’s hands tighten on her ass, thumbs digging in while he watches his dick disappear as he fed her pussy exactly what it needs. His voice cracks but stays steady, guiding her through it.
“That’s it, baby…ride that shit. Use every inch. Fuck, you grippin’ me so good. Don’t stop—keep bouncin’ just like that, I got you.”
Her moans climb higher, hips snapping down harder as the pleasure peaks.
“Stack—fuck, I’m finna cum—”
Her pussy clamps down hard, pulsing around him in wet grips while she rode through it, thighs shaking. She keeps moving. Moaning his name between gasps.
Stack’s breathing turns ragged, voice hoarse as he talks her through her orgasm and straight into his own.
“Yeah, cum on it…just like that. Shit, you squeezin’ the life outta me—fuck I’m right behind you.”
His hips jerk up once, twice, then he’s spilling deep inside her with that with a broken groan, tears sill streaking his face as his body locks up under her. His hands stay locked on her ass, holding her down while he emptied every drop, chest heaving, lips trembling alone a sob of pleasure.
How would y’all feel if I told y’all that this was Nova whenever Jack has to go to work. Po’baby thinking he finna sit at home and watch Bluey with her all day, then when she sees him getting ready for work, she’s still chill about it because she just assumes that Jack is still staying home.
so imagine her surprise (and utter shock) when Jack leans down to say “Alright, lovebug, Daddy will see you when I get off.” He’s kissing her little cheek and Nova is just standing there looking at him all confused.
she turns her head to look back at you like “is this some kind of joke?” Babygirl is even looking at her imaginary camera to see if she’s being pranked.
As soon as Jack starts walking to the door, Nova is tore up. She runs in front of him to beat him to the door. Jack still just assumes that she’s sending him off, but Nova surprises him when she blocks the door.
He turns to look at you, but you can only laugh at situation. He kneels in front of Nova, “Hey, baby, Daddy has to go, but I’ll be back, okay?”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“No, Dada. No leave.” To show Jack, she means business, Nova turns around and locks the door.
Jack’s jaw is on the ground, but honestly, he’d eating it up at the fact that Nova wants to keep him around.
You finally decide to help out, “Okay, Nova, Daddy really has to get to work. He has to go save lives, but he’ll be back.”
You spot the meltdown before Jack does. The way that Nova pouts her lip out and makes it quiver slightly, along with the tears that start to line her eye.
Before you or Jack can blink, she’s full blown sobbing in the living room. “No, Dada, don’t go.” Her crying only makes Jack’s heart shatter into a million pieces. He looks conflicted. The last thing Jack ever wants is for his baby to be upset.
You step in and scoop Nova into your arms, “How about this, how about we drop Daddy off at work and then we can go get ice cream? We’ll even bring him food later on.”
Nova heavily weighs her options.
“Otay, mama.”
“Good girl. Now, go put your shoes on and bring Bun Bun.” As you set her on the ground, Nova spares another glance at Jack as if to say, “Don’t go anywhere.”
He holds his hands up in defense, “I’m right here, sweetie.” You hold back the burst of laughter that threatens to leave your mouth when she gives him one last warning look before going to get her shoes.
You turn to face him, “You don’t stand on business, Dr. Abbot. You were totally thinking about calling out tonight.”
“What and leave my daughter in distress?”
You laugh, “She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”
And honestly, Jack wouldn’t have it any other way. Nova appears from her room a few minutes later with her crocs on the wrong feet. You won’t hold it against her.
She stands in front of Jack and lifts her arms. He scoops her up without any fuss and presses kisses to her cheeks, as a way of saying sorry. On the drive to the hospital, Nova hums happily the entire ride.
Jack carries her inside of the Pitt as you follow them. Robby’s standing by the front desk and perks up at the sight of Nova.
“Hey, is that my favorite niece?” Robby states, scooping Nova up into his arms as she throws her arms around his shoulder.
He tickles her belly as she squeals, “Uncle Wobby!”
Robby smiles and greets you before pulling you into a hug. He looks at the three of you, “What brings the three of you out?”
“Little Missy decided to have a meltdown when she found out that Jack was leaving the house,” you explain.
Nova smiles innocently.
Robby gasps, “Did he hurt your feelings, Princess? I’m sorry.”
You shake your head while laughing, “She’s playing you both like a fiddle.”
Both men don’t even pay you any mind as they fawn over Nova, whose eating up the attention. You even pretend not to see Robby handing her $20.
Dana chuckles while looking at them both, “Just wait till she becomes a teenager, she’ll really be running through their pockets.”
You hum in agreement.
Truthfully, you don’t think that Jack or Robby minds.
Summary: After Sammy’s divorce from Tammi, he has a whole new outlook on life, which also includes a whole new look. You notice that your cute neighbor has transformed into a total smoke show, but you’re quick to remind him that you wanted to crack him even when he was chubby.
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), praise kink, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), officer role play, use of a mirror, objectifying Sammy Bryant and his chubby face & body😩, cum licking, unprotected sex, mentions of infidelity.
Sammy Bryant has always had his eyes on you. I mean, who wouldn’t look at you? You’re an absolute stunner is what he’d say if anyone ever asked. You’d been his and Tammi’s neighbor for about two years before the divorce.
Each morning, when you both were heading to your respective jobs, you’d still be polite enough to yell out a “Mornin’ neighbor!” All while waving your pretty manicured nails at him.
He’d blush each time, but he’d still offer up his own “Good morning” to you. Sammy liked having you as a neighbor. You were always polite and helpful.
Whenever you’d have a cookout with your friends and family, you'd invite him and Tammi over. Of course, Tammi never came, but Sammy never let that stop him from going to eat good food.
“Make yourself at home, Sammy. Come on, I’ll make your plate,” you said, tugging him along with you to the kitchen. As you passed by different members of your family, you would introduce them.
“Say mane, you ain’t gone arrest us or nothin’ right?” Your uncle asked him.
“No, sir, m’just here to enjoy some good food and company,” Sammy answers.
“Uncle Leroy, leave my neighbor alone,” you said, laughing slightly as you pulled Sammy into the kitchen. The man watches quietly as you move around the kitchen and grab one of the long plates.
You look up at him, “Do you eat potato salad?”
Sammy nods, “Yeah, I do. Honestly, it all looks great, so load me up with it all.”
You chuckle, “I’ll hook you up. My dad makes the best ribs this side of town.” You navigate around the table as you pack Sammy’s plate with various foods. His mouth waters the more that you put on the plate.
But truly, he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that his mouth was watering from the food. In actuality, the man can’t keep his eyes from trailing over your body. He can’t help the way that he notices the way that the shorts cling to your body, or how they rise each time you lean over the table.
He’s a cop. He’s supposed to pay attention to the details that other people would miss, such as the fact that when your shirt lifts, he can see the faint glint from your belly button piercing.
Or even the fact that he can tell that you just shaved your legs–as evidenced by the bandage on the side of your leg.
“You hurt yourself?”
“Huh?”
When you turn to look at him, Sammy points to the bandage on the back of your leg. You look down at it and hum as though you forgot it was there.
“Yeah, I nicked myself shaving this morning. You know how it is, playing host. You never really get time to yourself,” you explain, before sticking a fork in his plate.
You pass the plate over to him, and he ignores the way that his skin tingles at the feel of your fingers brushing against his. Sammy follows you back into the party, where you both sit together at one of the tables. He takes the first bite of potato salad and nearly moans.
The ribs are even better.
“This is some of the best food I’ve had in a while,” He states, taking another bite of the ribs.
You smirk, “Your wife not cooking many home meals?”
Sammy wipes his mouth and swallows down the food, “Not really. She does her best, but she’s not much of a cook. But I knew that when I married her.” He winces once the sentence is out and tries to save face, “She makes a great casserole.”
He cringes even harder at that sentence.
You laugh softly, “M’just teasing you, Sammy. Since you like the food so much, I’ll make you some to-go plates.”
Sammy takes his time to stare into your eyes. He analyzes the different shades of color present there and how your eyelashes perfectly complement your eyes.
“I’d really like that. Thank you.”
“S’no problem.”
You hold eye contact with him for a beat before breaking it once one of your cousins calls your name. You’re polite enough to include Sammy in the conversation. Actually, you’re great at reassuring him throughout the entire evening.
Even when you’re teaching him to play Spades, you’re patient and calm with him. He finds himself laughing along with your family as they joke about you bringing a white boy around.
You laugh loudly, “Y’all are gonna put some respect on my neighbor’s name. I’m not about to let y’all come for him like this.”
“Right, niece! Y’all ain’t coming for my friend. He said he's going to help me get rid of these parking tickets,” your uncle, Delmont, said, all while winking at Sammy.
Sammy can’t help but admire how joyful and carefree you are when you’re with your family. It only makes him more attracted to you, especially with how welcoming you are.
He stops the thoughts before they can even begin to manifest into a montage of images. If there’s one thing that Sammy Bryant doesn’t do is cheat.
He knew his fair share of guys at the station who were messing around on their wives and girlfriends, but that had never been Sammy’s scene.
He took the sanctity of marriage seriously. When he said those vows to Tammi, he meant every single word. So as much as he liked you, he’d never cross that line and hurt his wife.
Because his parents raised him to be a lot of things, but a cheater wasn’t one of them.
Even though he has his suspicions of Tammi, he still wouldn’t allow himself to ever cross that line.
By the end of the night, as things are winding down, Sammy stands across from you in your yard with his to-go plates stacked together in a plastic bag.
“Thank you again for inviting me and for the food,” He said, smiling shyly at you.
“You’re welcome. Thanks for coming. You know it was really nice having you here, Sammy. You’re welcome to come to any future cookouts.”
He smiles, “Good, because I don’t think I ever want to miss out on your dad’s ribs.” Before he knows it, you’re stepping closer to him. He can practically feel the warmth of your body with how close you are.
“Have a good night, Sammy.” He expects that to be the end of the conversation. What he doesn’t expect is for you to pull him into a hug. He can feel the increasing thumping of his heart beating against his chest at the feel of your body pressed to his.
He tries to take a deep breath to calm his nerves, but that only worsens the situation because then he gets a big waft of your perfume. He circles his arm around your waist and pulls you more to him.
You happen to move your head back to stare at him, and for a moment, he’s trapped within your gaze. He clears his throat and moves back. For a second, he allowed himself to visualize what it’d be like to have your lips pressed against his.
He swallows roughly as the guilt starts to creep up into his body. He smiles awkwardly at you, “G’night.”
You spare him one last smile before turning to walk back inside your house. Sammy follows suit and walks back to his house. When he gets inside, he spots Tammi sitting on the couch, watching TV and texting on her phone.
“You’ve been gone all day. Thought I might have to file a missing person’s report,” She said, eyes flickering over his form and the bag in his hand.
“No need for that. The neighbor and her family invited me to stay and eat with them. They were really nice,” Sammy responds.
Tammi hums. She’s not blind. She can see how pretty you are and the occasional glances that you spare Sammy’s way. Even just the fact that he was so excited to go to your house has her raising her eyebrows.
Sure, she’s already having an affair of her own, but something about the thought of you and Sammy together just makes her stomach queasy. However, it would absolve her of some guilt about her affair if Sammy were sleeping with you.
Maybe he’d even be willing to look past what she’s doing in favor of his affair with you.
The next day, Sammy’s on edge.
He suspects more and more that Tammi is cheating on him. But it’s fully confirmed for him in that moment when he checks his to-go plates and sees that someone had eaten his ribs.
Tammi doesn’t even like ribs.
So who did she have in his house?
You’d noticed the change in Sammy since his divorce. At first, he was more withdrawn and isolated. You’d grown worried when you started to notice the usual softness and joy present in his face fading away.
You were there for Sammy even when he started to push you away. You’d send over meals to his house, and he’d give you a soft smile, but you could always tell that the light had left his eyes.
It only got worse when he found out that the baby that he was so excited for wasn’t his.
In that moment, Sammy Bryant decides to become a brand new man. As he looks in the mirror, he takes in his chubby cheeks and the slight curve of his stomach. He figures that he’ll start there.
He starts going to the gym more and being more mindful about what he eats. Soon, the weight practically falls off, and his face becomes slimmer. His jawline’s sharper, and the man that stares at him in the mirror is him…but not him at the same time.
He likes it. And he’s not the only one. Sammy starts to garner a lot more attention from women on the regular patrols. They’d usually keep their eyes on Nate and disregard Sammy.
But now, they flash heated looks and sugary smiles in his direction. It puts a certain pep in his step. Even as he goes to the bar with the guys, more women are pulling him to the side and suggesting that they come back to his place.
He smiles politely and declines.
He sips from his beer after he’d rejected yet another woman. Ben turns to him, “Jeez, Bryant, she was a real smoke show. I bet she would’ve been open to showing you a good time.”
Sammy shrugs, “Nah, not my type.”
Nate scoffs, “Not your type? What’s your type then? Oh, let me guess, your fine ass neighbor next door?”
Sammy shoots him a warning look. Nate chuckles, “So, I’m right. Why don’t you just ask her out, man? She seems like she’s into you.”
“I don’t know. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”
“Well, you’d better get a move on it. Pretty girl like that. Some guy’s bound to scoop her up soon.”
Sammy knows that he’s right. You’re a beautiful woman, and not too many men would miss their opportunity to have you on their arm. Since the divorce, he’s been watching you a lot more.
He finally feels like it’s not a sin to look at you and imagine what it’d be like to be with you.
Which just happens to be the case now as he watches you head out to your car. You glance up, feeling his eyes on you, “Mornin’ neighbor.”
“Morning,” Sammy replies before he starts to walk over in your direction.
You lean against your car and give him another one of those dazzling smiles, “Long time no see, Sammy. You get a brand new look and dump me.”
You don’t hide the fact that you’re checking him out, which he really likes.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t you, I swear. It’s just been a lot with the divorce and then the baby…” He trails off at the end of the sentence and swallows roughly.
It still hurts him to talk about the fact that the baby isn’t his. A cute, chubby-faced baby that Sammy was prepared to give the world to. Even after the DNA test came back negative, he tried to make it work. It was always his dream to be a father. But as all things are with Tammi, they eventually become complicated. Her affair partner was still a constant in her life, and he obviously wanted to be a part of the kid’s life.
So Sammy did the mature thing.
He bowed out and left. There was no point in fighting for something that would only hurt him in the end.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that, Sammy. Really. You’re a great guy,” You said, your expression softening.
“Thanks, and thanks for being there. Those home-cooked meals meant more than you know.”
“You’re welcome. You know you’re always welcome over anytime,” You said.
Sammy smiles shyly. Even with his new look, he still found himself nervous around you.
“I should go, but I’ll see you around, Sammy. Be careful.” With one last parting smile, you get into your car and drive away. Sammy watches you drive away and mentally scolds himself for not being brave enough to ask you out.
It’s a random Friday night, and Sammy finds himself on patrol with Nate and Ben. There’s nothing too crazy besides them having to get a few sloppy drunks in line. Sammy’s eyes scan to the entrance of the club, and he stops once he spots you walking out with your friends. He lets his eye run down your figure in the way that the front of the dress dips dangerously to show the outline of your breasts.
You look beautiful, and you’re practically glowing as you laugh loudly at something that one of your friends says. Your eyes scan your surroundings, and they automatically land on Sammy leaning against the patrol car.
Sammy sees you say something to your friends before you start to walk in his direction. By this point, Nate and Ben have noticed you approaching them. Nate nudges Sammy, “Aye, Bryant, there goes your lady.”
Sammy rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile that covers his face.
“Evening officers. Hi, neighbor,” You say, looking in Sammy’s direction.
“Hi, uh..you look really nice. Girls’ night out?”
“Bachelorette Party, actually. My best friend’s getting married next week,” You reply, briefly glancing back at the group of women, who wave at you before making obscene gestures. Sammy chuckles at their antics. Your friends use his laughter as an excuse to come over and antagonize you finally.
A woman with long faux locs and a sasha labelled “Bride” smirks while looking between you and Sammy. “Oh, so you must be the sexy neighbor that she won’t stop talking about.”
Your eyes widen, “Kamari!”
“Ooops, my bad. I’m a little tipsy officer, forget I said anything,” Kamari states before turning her gaze to Ben and Nate. “Hey, is it possible for you guys to handcuff me and put me in the back of the cop car?”
Your other friends laugh at Kamari’s suggestion, but truthfully, Ben and Nate are down to make her wish come true. You watch in amusement as Ben puts the cuffs around her wrists loosely as your other friend, Shay, takes pictures and videos of the moment.
You find that Sammy’s already looking at you, “Aren’t you gonna frisk me, Officer?”
Sammy smirks at the insinuation, “I don’t know, ma’am. Have you been a good girl or a bad girl tonight? I have to have reasonable cause for a search.”
You step closer and pretend to think it over, “I don’t know, Officer Bryant. I think I’ve been pretty bad tonight. I think you should cuff me and make sure that I’m not in possession of anything. You know, for the safety of the public and all?” You peer at him from beneath your lashes as you flash one of those dazzling smiles in his direction.
“How much have you had to drink tonight, sweetheart?” He figures that it must be some sort of liquid courage if you’re openly flirting with him like this.
“Not a lot. I’m playing designated driver tonight, so that means that I’m completely sober and in my right mind to flirt with you,” You mutter as you reach out to lightly touch his shirt. Your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, and Sammy feels flush at having your hands on him.
From the side, Kamari stumbles, and you take a step back from Sammy. “I should get her home. It was nice seeing you, Sammy. Stay safe tonight.”
“Drive safely, sweetheart.”
He watches you walk away, the dress clinging to each curve of your body. You throw a fleeting glance over your shoulder and wink at him before turning around.
“She’s so into you, man. You gotta get in on that,” Ben suggests.
For the first time in a while, Sammy figures that it’s time to make his move.
12:20 AM.
That’s the precise time that Sammy makes it to his house. He briefly glances over to your house and clocks the fact that the lights are still on.
He walks into his house, which is silent except for the sounds of his dog, Cooper, snoring from the couch.
As Sammy showers, he’s suddenly hyper aware of his body and all of the different changes there. The slight pudge that used to sit over his pants is nonexistent. Even as he stands in the mirror and observes his jaw, which one lady stated “could cut through glass,” he just stares.
He starts to wonder if maybe Tammi wouldn’t have cheated on him if he looked like this. Was she turned off by his chubby cheeks or the feel of his stomach against hers when they had sex?
Then he thinks about you.
Never once during the times when he’d talked with you did you ever make him feel like he was disgusting. In fact, the only time that he ever felt wanted was when he was with you.
The realization is what gives him the confidence to finally walk across the pathway as he stands in front of your door nervously.
He readjusts his grip on the wine bottle as he raises his hand to knock.
He lowers his hand, “What are you doing, Bryant? She’s probably asleep. What? You bring wine and then what?”
He jumps as the door opens. You stand in front of him with a wide grin on your face, “Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you talking to yourself at my front door, Sammy?”
Sammy blushes under your gaze. He awkwardly rubs his hand through his hair, “How’d you know I was at your door?”
You take a small step forward and point to the side of the door, where a ring camera sits.
“I saw you on my camera. The motion detector went off, and then I just kind of watched you psych yourself up at the door,” You respond, laughing.
Sammy laughs right along with you.
“I’m sorry. That was weird. I should probably go.”
“Don’t be. It’s cute. Plus, you walked all this way, you might as well come in,” you states, leaning on the door. Frankly, it’s not like he walked far. Your house is literally only a few steps away, but implication is just far too sexy to resist.
Sammy follows behind you into your house, and he takes the chance to look around. You’ve changed things around since the last time that he’s been here. It’s warm, cozy, and completely you.
You navigate him towards the kitchen where you go to the cabinet to grab two glasses.
He removes the cork from the wine glass, and you blatantly stare at the flex of his muscles.
“Sorry if it’s not the good stuff,” He said, as he pours you both a glass.
“It’s fine. I’ve become all too familiar with cheap wine, and truthfully, I kind of like it,” you reply. You usher him into the living with as you both sit side by side. You pull your feet up to rest on the couch as you stare at Sammy.
“What brings you by this time of night, Officer Bryant?” You ask teasingly.
“ I wanted to see you.”
You smile, “I wanted to see you, too. I was hoping that you’d stop by.”
“You looked really beautiful tonight,” Sammy announces, eyes briefly flickering down to your bare legs.
“Thank you. You looked pretty hot in your uniform.”
He smiles bashfully, “Yeah? That’s seems to be the consensus among everyone these days. Guess they didn’t really like the way that I looked in the uniform back then. Nobody likes a chubby guy, you know?”
He tries to laugh at the end of the joke to take the sting away, but it still hurts. The insecurity of it all stillhurts.
You set your glass down the table before turning to look at him. He wants to smooth the frown out of your pretty face.
“Is that really what you think of yourself, Sammy? Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot like this, but I liked you when you had a little weight on you, too. You were fluffy.”
Sammy chuckles, “Fluffy? Like a bunny?”
“Yeah, like a bunny. You always looked like you were good at cuddling and like you could keep a girl warm on a cold night,” you explain, your expression darkening.
You scoot closer to him on the couch until your legs are touching his. You trail yours eyes across his form and suddenly, he just feels so naked under your gaze.
He finds himself leaning in closer to your face, but you stop him. You stand from the couch and hold your hand out to him, “Come on, I wanna try something.”
Sammy’s like a little puppy with how he willingly lets you lead him throughout your house. He eyes the various pictures frames that have you and your family in them. His heart is hammering against his chest as you both get closer to what he presumes is your bedroom.
It also doesn’t help that he can feel himself hardening in the grey sweatpants. You push the door open lightly as he finally catches a full view of your room.
The big bed sits neatly in the middle of the room, but what catches his eye more is the huge mirror that sits in front of the bed. Sammy’s mind goes to less innocent scenarios, such as you pleasuring yourself in front of the mirror.
You turn to face his as you both stand in front of the bed. “Is it okay if I touch you, Sammy?”
He nods, wide eyes seeking your approval.
You click your tongue, “No, baby, you’re an officer, you know how important consent is.”
He swallows the saliva that fills his mouth, “Yes, you can touch me. You can do whatever you want to me, doll.”
“Good because I wanna make you feel good tonight.” Your fingers reach out to lightly squeeze the bulge that peeks through the sweatpants. He jumps in anticipation.
Your hands grasp the edge of his shirt before you lift it above his head. The fabric falls carelessly to the floor. Sammy suddenly feels very shy under your gaze.
You pull his body to yours with the drawstring of his sweats. You peer up at him, “I want you to kiss me, Sammy.”
He doesn’t need much else after that as he lips descend upon yours. Sammy’s lips move across yours, and it feels like he’d devouring you. But truthfully, you don’t know how much, he’s been waiting to finally touch you.
You moan softly at the feel of his tongue sliding into your mouth. You can taste the faint hint of mint on Sammy’s tastebuds. You move your hands up to cup his face, “You know how many hours I spent thinking about this face? Sammy, I’d literally cum to the thought of sitting on your face.”
You move your lips to the side and press a kiss to his cheek, “I was always happy whenever I’d get to see your sweet face in the morning.”
As expected, he blushes. You slide your hands from his face down to his stomach, which is now lean with abs and a visible v-line running down. Your hands grasp the side of his waist.
“I really liked your stomach.” Sammy’s mouth goes dry as he watches you to come to stand behind him. You turn his face to the mirror, “Eyes on the mirror, baby. I want you to watch every single thing I’m doing to you.”
He watches you bite your lip through the mirror, “You wanna know what I fantasized about when it came to your stomach?”
“Tell me,” Sammy orders gruffly.
Your manicured hands slide down the length of his body before you dig your nails into his stomach.
“I used to think about you and me together. I thought about you laying your body atop of mine, and you thrusting away. But you wanna know what really turned me on? I couldn’t stop thinking about your belly rubbing up against mine. It didn’t turn me off at all. Means that you’re eating good. Can I make you feel good?”
“Please,” he whimpers, as he leans back in your hold.
You gently usher him to sit in the middle of the bed. Grasping the sides of his sweatpants, you pull them down as his dick slaps against his stomach.
You kneeling between Sammy’s legs, staring up at him all pretty.
“I wanna see you too,” Sammy said, softly.
You lean back to toss your shirt over your head. Sammy’s greeted with the sight of your beautiful breasts as the air starts to harden your nipples.
“You look beautiful,” Sammy states.
“Thank you, baby. So do you. Now let me make you feel good,” you tell him, to which he nods.
You take his length in your hands and slide your tongue across his tip to collect the precum dripping there.
Sammy shudders in your hold. Licking up the underside of his dick, you allow your glossed lips to cover his tip. Lifting up, you swirl your tongue around like you’re licking a lollipop.
“You taste so good, baby. Just like I knew you would.” Sammy jumps and moans loudly at the feel of you enveloping his full length into your mouth. He pulls your curly hair out of your face so that he can stare at you.
You look at the Sammy the entire time as you move your head up and down. When you move up again, you allow a large amount of saliva to trail over Sammy’s tip before slurping it back into your mouth.
“Baby…fuck…that feels so good,” Sammy moans, his face scrunching up in pleasure.
You moan around him at the praise and Sammy finds his hips lifting each time to meet your mouth. Quite frankly, you’re happy to see him prioritizing his own pleasure and wants. You know he deserves it after everything that Tammi put him through.
Sammy feels the creeping of the orgasm rising in his body before he can fully comprehend it. His mind feels frazzled as he moans unabashedly in the room. He tries to push you back a little, “Baby…”
But you already know what that means, and you’re not letting your man miss out having his pleasure. Hallowing your cheeks more, Sammy moans increase as you fully submerge yourself to the base of his length, pushing your nose into the ginger hairs at the base of his dick.
Stars burst beneath his eyes as his orgasm starts. He moans and whimpers as the ropes of cum leave him. You obediently drink him down and move up at the sheer amount of cum that floods your mouth.
With him now out of your mouth, you point his leaking dick at your chest as the white liquid paints your breasts like a canvas.
The last bit of Sammy’s white release trails lazily down the side of his dick. You catch the liquid before it can drop on the bed and bring it to your mouth. Sammy’s dick jumps at the sight of your wet mouth, along with your bare chest painted with him cum.
“Come here, sweetheart,” He orders.
You stand in front of him, bare and waiting. Sammy surprises you when he moves his face closer to your body and his tongue flicks out to swipe the cum away from your nipple. The ginger-haired man fully wraps his lips around your nipples as he sucks gently. Sammy repeats the action on your other breast before moving to lick the remaining remnants of his cum from your chest.
Once you’re cleaned up to his satisfaction, he connects his mouth to yours. You both kiss messily as the faint trace of him remains on your tongues.
Gently laying you down on the bed, Sammy hovers above you. He presses light kisses down the length of your body. He grabs your hips in his hands as he slides your sleep shorts down your legs and discard them on your floor.
“M’gonna make you feel good too, baby. For the next couple of days, all I want is the taste of you in my mouth,” He explains, laying down between your legs.
Kissing up your thighs, Sammy nips at your thighs before soothing the bites over with his tongue. Truthfully, he wants to mark you. He wants to leave this bedroom knowing that some part of him is still imprinted on your body.
Sammy pushes your legs back and is greeted with the sight of your glistening folds. Leaning down, he collects the slick that gathers at your entrance on his tongue and licks a long stripe towards your clit.
It seems like just from that small taste, it incites Sammy to fully bury his face into your pussy. You lean up on your elbows as you watch his head move back and forth.
Stuffing your hand into his curls, your jaw drops at the feel of the man eating you out like you were his last meal on Earth.
“Sammy…”You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. How could Tammi be this stupid and give an eater like Sammy up?
Admittedly, this is the first time that a man’s been able to bring you the edge so quickly just off of head alone. Sammy’s Bryant a dangerous man, and you’d definitely be willing to fight anyone before you gave up your best eater.
With one last suck to your clit, you’re exploding on Sammy’s tongue. He watches as your back arches from the bed. It brings a huge sense of pride to his chest at the fact that he’s making you feel so good.
You breathe heavily and laugh, “If I knew you were this good, I would have came to your house sooner.”
Sammy licks his lips, tasting the remaining juices on his face. “I think we both have a lot to make up for baby.”
Leaning up, you pull his lips to yours, “Well, we can start now.” You grasp his hardened dick in his hand, “I’d love to feel you inside me.”
Reaching over to the bedside drawer, Sammy pulls out a condom and slides it over his length.
“Yeah, baby, we got a lot to make up for.”
From that moment, you instantly become Sammy’s girl and there isn’t a thing that he won’t do for you. Sammy feels good about his relationship with you. For the first time in a while, he feels valued and less like a burden.
Knowing that you found him attractive in every single state sent a wave of flutters throughout his chest each time.
Naturally, the guys at the station teased him for getting a woman as beautiful as you. He’d heard his fair share of “You sure you can handle all that, Bryant?” But truthfully, Sammy had excelled at proving that he could handle you.
The man was practically manhandling you all throughout his house. He got off on seeing just how much he could make you cum. He always kept a perceptive eye on you as he liked watching you cum, and seeing how overwhelmed you got by the orgasm.
He liked knowing that he was the only one making you feel good.
Even the first time that you’d let him go raw inside you, Sammy Bryant had literally turned you every way but loose.
You still didn’t see how Tammi could ever cheat on the man when he was putting it down like this.
Speaking of Sammy’s ex-wife, she’d started to become a rather bothersome nuisance. She’d heard around town that Sammy had started seeing a new woman. So imagine her surprise when she spots you and Sammy walking hand-in-hand in the grocery store with love sick smiles on your faces.
It’s also not lost on Tammi how good he looks. This wasn’t the same Sammy Bryant who’d divorced her months ago.
No, he actually looked happy with you.
She swallows down the sting of bitterness. As the saying goes, you never know what you have until it’s gone. And Tammi was surely recognizing that now.
Sammy gets off on Friday and heads home to take off his uniform. He’d already since logged his body cam back in at the station. He parks in front of his house and walks in, just as he smells food wafting through the home.
He smiles at the realization that you’re here and you’re cooking for him. He’d given you a key to his house pretty early on the relationship, and he didn’t regret it. As far as Sammy was concerned, he was serious about his relationship with you.
Sure, the sex was great, but there wasn’t a moment that he didn’t enjoy spending with you. He loved the fact that he was able to get to know you on a more deeper and intimate level.
He spots you stirring away at the stove. His eyes zero in on the pretty dress your wearing and how it rides up when you move.
Gently walking up behind you, Sammy wraps his arms around your waist.
“Evenin’ ma’am. I’m Officer Bryant with the LAPD. I’m here to discuss something serious with you, you might if I search your person for anything?” Sammy questions.
You smirk, you already know this is about to end with you cumming around Sammy. You turn the stove off as you turn your head slightly to the side, “Of course, Officer. May I ask what’s this about?”
“Well, ma’am, I have reasonable cause to suspect that you’re harboring something deadly on you. Now, do I have your consent to frisk you?”
You laugh lowly, which Sammy catches as he chuckles.
“I don’t know, Officer Bryant. Do you have a search warrant.?”
Sammy raises his eyebrows in amusement, “M’afraid I don’t ma’am. But I could take you down to the station and it’d be a lot longer. I think it’d be easier if you just consented here.” He trails his fingers down to the edges of your dress.
“Okay, Officer Bryant, you have my permission,” you respond.
Sammy navigates you away from the stove and to the the nearby counter. “Hands in front of you where I can see them, ma’am. Spread your legs for me.”
You follow Sammy’s orders as you spread your legs more. You can already feel the panties between your legs becoming wet with freakiness of it all.
Starting at your chest, Sammy gently pats his hands along your body. He gets to your breasts and cups them in his hands. You lean into his touch. Patting along your waist, Sammy moves his mouth close to your ear, “Have you been a good girl, sweetheart?”
“Mhmm..I’m always a good girl for you, Officer.” Sammy hums before kneeling behind you.
He trails his hands up your legs as he reaches the hem of your dress. He pushes the fabric over your hips and whistles at the sight of your panties clinging to your wet pussy.
“Now what do we have here, sweetheart? Is this getting you all hot and bothered?” Sammy asks, as he swipes his fingers along the damp center of your panties.
“Tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll make a deal with you. I got a little situation going on if you catch my drift. You help me out and I’ll let you go scot free,” Sammy suggests.
“Okay, Officer Bryant. We can do that,” You state, subtly waving your hips in his face. In response, Sammy pulls the wet material down your legs as he stuff it in the back of his pocket.
He practically salivates at seeing how wet you are.
Standing up behind you, Sammy unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough before guiding his tip to your entrance.
You bend over more as you arch your back. You and Sammy moan in unison as he slides into you.
“God baby, you feel so good,” he mutters against your shoulder. He has to pause due to how your warm walls encircle around him.
Pulling back lightly, Sammy thrusts forward, which makes you let out a soft moan. He starts a steady pace as he rocks in and out of you. The man looks down at his your pussy stretches around him, and at the white creaminess that coats the base of his dick.
You know Sammy’s watching. He’s always been a fan of looking at your bodies being connected. You start to thrust back as your ass bounces against his thrusts.
Sammy reaches around to close his hand around your throat as his movements increase. The loud sound of skin slapping fills the kitchen space. You and Sammy are so utterly lost in the moment that neither of you pays attention to the woman, who stands gobsmacked in the kitchen.
Tammi doesn’t know what she expected to find when she came back to her former house. All day, she’d talked herself up to come back to the house. She had said that she would tell Sammy that she’d forgotten something, then being the nice guy that he is, he’d let her in.
She expected that they talk, reminisce on the good old days before they’d talk about how much they missed each other. Them missing each other would lead to them kissing and then they’d go at each other like rabbits.
At least, that’s the scenario that Tammi planned in her head. However her plan was severely flawed from the jump. As soon as she had gotten to the house, she’d knocked and knocked. Not that you and Sammy would be able to hear over the sounds of your lovemaking.
So Tammi got desperate and used her old key, which has led her to the current moment. Having to watch her ex-husband fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to do. Her eyes zero in on Sammy’s hand wrapped around your throat, and how much pleasure you seem to be in.
Tammi has to admit it to herself, Sammy’s always been a phenomenal lay and even better when it came to giving head. But as she watches him here with you, a large flare of envy creeps into her mind.
Here you were reaping all of the good benefits of Sammy. The parts of him that she had neglected.
With one last thrust, you and Sammy moan loudly as your mutual climaxes erupt. Sammy holds your body flush to his as you can feel the white spurts of cum shooting against your womb.
You laugh softly, “You keep cumming in me like this, Sammy, we’re gonna be picking out baby names.”
“Wouldn’t bother me, one bit, honey.”
You’re both startled at the sound of keys hitting the floor. You both look at the former Mrs. Bryant as she stands awkwardly in the doorway.
Sammy pulls his pants up as he smooths your dress down, “Tammi, what are you doing here? How’d you even get in?”
The blonde woman blushes in embarrassment, “I was coming by to talk and I knocked, but you weren’t answering.”
Her eyes flicker over to you, “I can see why now. You know, I always knew that you liked him. You’d look at him whenever he came out of the house. I guess you were just waiting on your chance to swoop in and steal him from me.”
Sammy scoffs, “Oh, come off of it, Tammi. Last I checked, you cheated on me, and we’re divorced so you can stop with the whole ‘woe is me’ bullshit.”
“I just wanted to talk, Sammy. You remember when we used to do that?”
“Yeah, I do. I always remember that you used to not cheat on me either, or maybe the fact that you got pregnant with his kid. God, Tammi, nothing that I ever did was ever gonna be enough for you,” Sammy states, running a hand through his hair. You place a reassuring hand on his back.
Tammi sees it. She also sees the way that Sammy’s body visibly relaxes in your hold. She isn’t dumb. She sees what’s going on here, and she swallows down the acidity as it crawls up her throat.
Sammy is in love with you.
It’s just as clear cut as it needs to be. There’s no chance of reconciliation for her and Sammy because she’d already lost his love to you.
Even with the way that she can see Sammy grasping your fingers between his, it solidifies the moment.
“I shouldn’t have came. I’m sorry, Sammy.”
She turns to leave the house until Sammy calls her name. She’s honestly expecting him to make some grand speech in front of you about how he would always love her and how he wants them to be friend.
But that doesn’t come.
Sammy holds his hand out, “I need my key back to my house.” Tammi’s eyes widen as she fishes the key from the key chain. She slides into Sammy’s hand and watches as he hands it over to you.
“Aren’t you at least gonna walk me out, Sammy?”
You roll your eyes as Sammy huffs in annoyance. He’s about to take a step forward until you stop him, “I’ll walk her out, baby.”
Sammy watches as you usher Tammi to the door. You both disappear around the corner. She turns to face you, “It won’t last with you two. Sammy and I have history together. He isn’t gonna throw it all away for some fling.”
You laugh, like actually downright laugh in her face. “Honey, was that for you or me? I seem to recall you threw all of your history with Sammy away for some fling. You even let him knock you up. You never deserved Sammy. He’s a great man, who you took for granted. But hey, I should be thanking you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have him. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to go fuck my man again.”
Before she can respond, you close the door in her face. You walk back into the kitchen where Sammy is standing.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even know she still had a key. And for the record, you’re not just a fling to me. I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.” He takes a second to pause, “I love you, sweetheart. I know it may be too soon to say this but I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you.”
That pretty smile that made Sammy fall for you covers your face. You step forward to cup his face in your hands, “I love you too, Sammy. And for the record, I like the idea of spending the rest of my life with you.”
Sammy leans down to press his lips against yours. When he pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, “Thank you for being here and loving me at every stage. There hasn’t been a moment where I had to wonder if I was worthy enough to be with you.”
Your eyes soften, “Sammy, I’ll always spend every moment reminding you of why you deserve the world.”
He smiles, “And I’ll make sure that I spend every moment making sure that I’m giving it to you.”
“Good. Now, are we eating or going for another round?”
Sammy laughs loudly, “Let’s eat, then I can show you all the ways that I love you.”
“I like the sound of that.”
End.
Taglist (if you’re tagged here, it just means that you’re on my Shawn Hatosy list☺️):
— suggestive content, softdom!michael, fluff, just shits and gigs because i love mature michael n hes been on my mind
#1 ALWAYS GETS WHAT SHE WANTS !
michael lounged against the couch with papers sat on his lap, some were contracts and others were lyrics he needed to review to get the beat down, when the soft padding of feet echoed across the floor.
“Mikey!” you pop out from behind the corner of the living room entrance, clad in a pink pajama set, the top clinging to your breasts and the bottoms molded to the curves of your hips and ass. He could tell what you were up to.
he glances up from underneath his reading glasses, watching you saunter over with a look that gave away that you were about to ask for something—as usual.
“whatcha doingggg?” you pick up some of the papers on his lap and replace them with yourself, curling up comfortably. “I was working before you came, honey.” he points out, but his hands find your hips.
you set the papers aside and wrap your arms around his neck, peppering kisses on his face. “Well i want attention…” you whine, shifting on his lap.
he sighs and takes off his glasses, folding them then sending them on the armrest. “alright love, but after this, you have to behave and let me work.”
you beam and cup his face. “i will, love you mikey.”
“love you too, angel.”
#2 CHEF CHRONICLES !
what you expected was a couple of mishaps and errors with your first time baking something other than cookies, maybe overcooking or hell, undercooking.
but what you didn’t expect was for you and michael to be covered in icing and flour, going back and forth about how much decorations needed to be on the cake.
“you don’t need that much strawberries!” michael covers his face as he lets out a laugh, causing you to glare at him. “thats the theme!” you argue, plopping some more strawberries on the top.
“well the flavor is strawberry so i think everyone will get the memo.” he grins and steps back to admire your focused frame, that becomes irritated once another strawberry falls off.
“guess we have to get one from the shop, huh?”
“shut up!”
#3 LATE NIGHT PLEASURE !
backlash had been thrown at you and michael for a while now, everyone claimed you to be a gold digger after michaels fame and money or just a groupie, reading all the hate caused you to overthink.
thats why michael was between your thighs tonight.
his tongue laps gently at your soaked pussy, hands gripping your thighs to keep them pried open as you writhed and whimpered. “Gosh, mike.. oh my—“ you break off into a groan as your third orgasm hit you full force, your legs trembling.
he peeks up from between your now shaky thighs, mouth coated in your juices. “got all those bad thoughts out your head now?” he asks softly.
you nod, eyes hazy.
“good,” he kisses up your body and then whispers against your lips. “you’re my lady and im your man, forget what they say.”
hiii can u pls write Michael using the shower head on his lady in other ways?? ur amazing
𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧
Standing under the shower head and allowing the hot water to flow down your body. As you allowed the suds to rinse off your body you heard the shower door open and close, signaling Michael was in with you
“Hey baby”
You turned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, gently pulling him under the steaming water with you as his hands snaked around your waist and smiled luminously at you
“Thank you for making dinner” stroking your cheek with his large hand
“Of course, you know I love cooking for you”
His hand stroked your cheek a couple times before he pulled you in for a kiss, immediately your tongues connected with one another. Michael grabbed your thigh and raised it to his waist allowing you to wrap it around him
He loved grabbing your face and pulling you as close as possible into him. Even taking the opportunity to hold your face into place as he dragging his tongue across your lips before sucking off the saliva
“You’re distracting me I was supposed to be in here showering and relaxing” you coo’d
“I know” pulling you in for another kiss before taking a step back “I came in here to help you relax”
Michael grabbed your wash rag and coated it in your favorite body wash and allowing suds to collect before washing your body off. Running the rag over every crevice of your body—gently pressing you into your body and caressing your breasts. With your lips just inches away from his the two of you began sucking and biting each others lips slowly
You could feel his hands slowly traveling down your body and caressing your thighs before caressing your lips slowly with three of his fingers. Your hands gently caressing the back of his head as you transitioned to sucking on Michael’s neck
“I wanna try something—different”
“Like what?” You questioned softly
Michael didn’t say anything, only smirking at you as he grabbed the shower head and cut the sensitivity on a higher pressure. First he allowed you to feel the warm sensation on your thighs before grabbing one of your thighs and wrapping his arm around it, locking you into submission while he slowly angled the shower head on your clitoris
You gasped feeling the high pressure teasing your clitoris at once, immediately trying to fight against it but the more you fought the closer Michael held it to your clitoris. His lips danced against your neck while you squirmed and screamed for him. But it only made him want to pursue you more, seeing how your stomach quivered and knowing your body well enough to know that you wouldn’t be fighting it if it wasn’t good
“You running from me again pretty girl?” He asked before kissing your temple
Immediately you shook your head no and took a deep breath trying to mask your emotions “Good” Michael smirked
“Because last time you ran from me I made sure you couldn’t walk afterwards”
“It’s—it’s too much” you panted
“Cause you’re fighting it baby” kissing down your neck “Just relax and let me take care of you. Don’t I always?”
Pressing yourself into his dick and grinding slowly into his erection to cause a reaction, his lips pressed into your ear as he started moaning. The more you continued to grind the louder he became and the more power he lost, but the moment he realized what was going on he snapped out of it and wrapped one hand around your neck causing you to yelp
“I know what you’re doing princess—for your sake you better stop”
Michael placed the shower head directly on your pussy and allowing you to feel all the sensitivity and high sensations. Your head jolted back in agony and your stomach started to turn in knots as your orgasm approached
Your whimpering increased, slurring whatever came to mind as you tried to keep your composure
“Let go baby—I’m gonna take care of you okay?”
He tilted your chin up giving him the advantage of reaching your lips as he forcefully pressed his lips into yours and sucking your tongue. Simultaneously pressing the shower head against your pussy and forcing you to cum hard. You came so hard you bit down on Michael’s lip as the euphoric emotions took over. Your legs trembled so hard that if Michael wasn’t supporting you, you would’ve collapsed
“That’s it—my good girl. I’m so proud of you” Kissing your forehead repeatedly
“Baby I need you inside of me, now!”
Michael dropped the shower head as he bent you over into submission, watching your backside arch up. He kneeled down for a second kissing your cheeks and running his hands across your backside, biting his lips admiring how curvy you were
He grabbed his dick and used it to test how wet you were, you bit down on your lip feeling his tip twirl around before his fingers pressed into your waist. Unexpectedly he thrusted himself inside of you with one hip thrust making an “mmph!” sound. Immediately you started to groan, staring down at your hands, Michael rotated his hips into you slowly while pressing his thumb into your butthole for stability as he found his rhythm
“I love how good you take me—you never complain you just take it however I give it to you” he praised
Water running over your face as Michael repeatedly slammed himself inside of you, the sounds of your back shots getting louder the harder he went
“I love the way you take care of me” you admitted “The way you make sure I cum back to back everytime”
“I wanna see your beautiful face” he coo’d
Raising your head up and turning toward your lover, his face softened seeing the look of vulnerability plastered over you. He almost took pity if it didn’t turn him on so much
“Everytime you look at me like that I can’t help but to cum inside you”
Spreading your legs slightly you began to thrust yourself back onto Michael’s dick, making him moan louder than normal “Fuck, just like that princess I’m about to cum”
“I want you to cum in me Michael, all of it please I need it” You begged
As you threw yourself back faster Michael pressed his thumb into your hole making the both of you cum simultaneously. His hands desperately grasping onto the wall to keep him standing, head jolted back as he released his cum inside of you. Even still thrusting in you slowly as your insides tightened around his dick. The both of you screaming and swearing to each other, confessing your love for one another
Michael turned you around and collided his lips one last time with yours as your hands wrapped around his neck
Music!Producer!Stack x Black!Fem!Singer!Reader ‧₊ ♪˚⊹
☆┇a taste of the story: You were having a hard time in the studio today. Things just weren't in your favor today, whether it was the flow or the lyrics. Something was missing, and you just couldn't figure it out..until your producer and boyfriend!Stack helps you alone in the isolated recording booth.
☆┇ingredients & calorie count: this late night sweet treat includes 3k+ word servings. has notes of mr. certifited eaterrrr, music!producer!Stack, black!fem!singer!reader, p in v, porn with a bit of plot, oral (fem receiving), unprotected smexy time. 18+ ,MINORS THIS IS NOT THE BAKERY FOR YOU! Ella’s Mai’s Song 10,000 hours!! all lyrics belong to Ella Mai
☆┇mika's notes: this is in fact a late-night sweet treat for my lovelies who are still up at 2 am!! tried my best with proofreading sorry for the wait, everyone. (this was supposeddddd to be a drabble but…here we are with 3k words) But hope y'all enjoy! dividers cred @cursed-carmine
The music has been playing in your ears for hours now. It's a familiar routine, you inside the isolated booth, headphones that rested against your ear, standing in front of the mic. Sheet music stand holds your printed, now it's not like you really needed them. You know the words by heart, but something isn't hitting the way you want it to. So maybe see the lyrics physically might help you figure out whatever the problem is.
You can't tell if it's your vocals, the beat, or the lyrics themselves, but something is completely off.
Through the double-paned glass that was in front of you, the luxurious control room, with its plush leather seats, top-notch recording equipment, and the walls that were decorated with a mix of your own plaques and favorite artists' records. Sitting on the other side of the glass are your manager, Ayesha, your assistant and close friend, Tia, and right in the middle, sat right in front of the soundboard is Elias, also known as Stack, your producer and boyfriend.
This was supposed to be a quick session, but it has dragged on for three hours now. Wearing a comfortable brown halter top and camo skirt with a double belt that laid low on your hips, with lots of thigh to show underneath, you shift on your feet, the frustration starting to cloud your mind. You hum to yourself, shaking your head murmuring, "Mmm, something ain't right." Usually, you’re entirely confident in your music, but this creative block is causing a stubborn stagnancy.
Now you being in the studio for hours wasn't something new, but you having trouble like this?? now this was something completely different.
Ayesha watched you through the glass as you hummed to yourself . She took note of how you were nodding your head to the beat, but pen in hand and scribbling on the paper that had your lyrics on them.
You were in the studio longer then expected due to something that was bothering you, and you couldn't even place what it was.
You couldn't put your finger on it.
Ayesha took a brief sip of her water as she sighed leaning back in the office chair, that made a slight screeching noise as she leans back. And Stack, oh Stack's eyes never left you, he saw the tension in your expression the uncertainty and doubt clouding your mind, as you shook your head scribbling more on the paper.
Before any of them could speak, your voice broke the silence in the room.
Turning back into the mic, you ask, "Can y'all isolate my vocals? I'll sing it real quick."
Outside the glass, Stack’s head tilts. He leans his elbows on the mixing desk, his fingers moving smoothly against the sliders to mute the backing track.
But as you begin to sing the lyrics raw, it still isn't working. It’s not what you want to hear, and you weren't…..feeling it??
"What do you think it is?" Ayesha asked aloud, to both Stack and Tia, they both knew what she was asking.
Tia shrugged her shoulders as she shook her head, completely stumped on what could be the problem, she thought the song was perfect and sounded good to her "I'm gonna keep it real i ain't got a clue in the world, i liked the song, but you know how she gets when she don't like somethin', it doesn't leave her mind until she fixes it,".
Stack hums agreeing, he knew how she gets in her head so quickly when it comes to her music, she gets like that because she cares deeply about it, he always knew that everything had a place for her and so once something seems outta place, you were the one to fix it.
He just wonders what you were thinking.
You let out a heavy groan, sucking your teeth, unaware of how intently Stack is watching you. He always catches the small things—the furrow of your eyebrows, the tension in your shoulders, the doubt in your eyes.
He twirls a pen between his fingers, his tongue rolling into his cheek as an idea forms. He knows exactly how to break through your frustration or whatever is going on in your head.
"Tia, Ayesha," Stack says, his tone low and calculated as he speaks to the room. "We haven't had our break yet." He briefly looks at you. "Looks like she needs one, and we could use one too. Why don't y'all step out for a bit so I can talk to her?"
Tia and Ayesha exchange a look, then glance back at him. "You sure?" Tia asks.
Stack nods, rubbing his hand along his goatee. "Positive. Y'all go on and grab some lunch. I know y'all were talkin about the new place on 5th, see what happenin' over there. I'll text y'all when we're finished here."
Tia looks at Stack and then you, "You want us to get y'all a lil somethin, heard they got some good fries there too," she offers.
Stacks waves her off "Nah, I'm straight, but you can probably get her something to eat,".
Ayesha gives him a warning look, "You betta make sure she's alright,"
Stacks nods without hesitation "Always,".
Ayesha sighs, pushing back her rolling chair with a slight squeak, and grabs her purse. Tia follows close behind, their distant murmurs fading as the studio door clicks shut.
Now, Stack leans back in his chair, his eyes entirely fixed on you.
You're still looking down at your lyric sheet, pen in hand, aggressively scratching out words and editing lines. The sudden sound of the heavy booth door opening snaps you out of your daze. Looking up, your shoulders instantly ease at the sight of him walking in. Elias stands there taking in your frustrated appearance, his white shirt clinging to his frame, every ridge of his muscles on display, and for a second, the stress of the track completely fades away.
You turn your head back to the sheet of lyrics.
"Elias, i don't know, how do i sound to you?" your head hangs low as you ask.
"You always sound good to me"
Stack's heart softens even more after he hears you call him 'Elias', it was a soft spot for him always. He walks up behind you, his hand on the music stand looking over your scribbles and notes you made on the paper as his hand slither around your waist.
"What's bothering you so much that it's got you writing liking chicken scratch on the lovely lyrics?" He asks with a smirk appearing on his face.
You sigh and shrug. "I don't know.. something ain't clicking, I'm just not feeling it,"
"I'm just….this never happens to me, you know?" you add.
Stack picks up the paper and looks at it, reading it as he paces the room, and he hums the beat to himself .
"How bout, you tell me what you like in the song and what you got going on in that head of yours?" he ask as he lightly taps your temple.
You look around the room, as you pull the one side of the headphones away from your ear.
"Ummm, I like the percussion on this track, also really like slow vibe on the one part that gives a little sensual vibe,". You begin to hum the song and go to the chorus that you love and sing.
"Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin'. You know every second adds up to a minute.
As you are singing Stack leaves the room heading back to the control room and standing right in front of the soundboard. He watches you, your eyes are closed and singing, he can see that you are easing into the music and then his finger moves against one of the sliders, slowing the tempo down just a little bit.
You like the way that sounds, so you continue.
You sing .
"Need 10,000 hours, We can be so in love, Don't stop, I'm counting them up.
Run the clock, I be counting them up.
We can be so in love.
You know every second adds up to a minute.
Need 10,000 hours
We can be so in love."
As you sing, Stack is adjusting the soundboard, so when you sing the lyrics "We could be so in love" it loops. Your voice is now a background vocal and looping. It sounds exactly what was missing .
A smile can't help but appear on your face as you sing. Before Stack walks back into the isolated room, he watches you as you finish singing and saves that track. You still sing to the music, and Stack walks up to you smiling.
“How does it sound now?" he asks, looking at you.
You smile as you take the headphones off and place them on his ears. Before he even hears the rest, his lips find yours, melting together. His hands immediately find your ass, as he listens to your voice singing to him
"Y/N, you sound so good" he pulls away breathlessly from the kiss.
He presses himself against you and you smile. Your lips dance together as his hand find the back of your head, bringing you closer to him.
"Hold on baby," he says pulling away ripping a needy moan from you. As he takes the headphones off and leaves the room.
He leaves the room and your panties are soaked, you stand there waiting and soon you hear your voice coming from the speakers of the isolated room.
The song you just sang, now playing throughout the room.
He walks back in with a erection that can't be ignored, but he caresses your cheek.
"Told you before to stop doubting yourself, ain't I?". He asks looking down at you.
"Y-Yes," you lean up to kiss him but he doesn't let you get the satisfaction just yet.
"You were stressin' and all I needed to hear was what you were fucking with and what you weren't, and I knew what to add once I heard it.” He kisses your neck, his wet lips sliding up your neck with little bites he leaves as he makes his way up to your ear and kisses it.
You can't help but let out a moan "Mmm, baby,".
Stack smiles against your ear, your hear a soft huff of air and shiver, "Now you just listen to yourself and how pretty you sound," he directs.
You take a sharp breath as he kisses your ear, and smiles.
As you kiss him, your soaked panties cling to your soppy pussy. You feel his fingers pull them to the side, toying with your sensitive clit, causing you to jolt in his arms.
He smirks something cocky as he watches you. He lives for how sensitive you are for him, how wet you are.
His hand slowly holds you, pressing you against the double glass-paned window. You kiss him before he pulls away and shows all the love to your chest, licking the part of skin that shows on your test and squeezing your nipples through your bra.
His eyes lock with yours, causing you to whimper as his other hand has remained busy on your clit. He kisses down your body, your breathing becomes heavy. He moves the material of your skirt and kisses the meat of your thighs. He then drags his tongue on your clothed pussy a couple of times. Your head leans back on the glass window pane.
" 'Lias- you ain't gotta-" you begin to say
"Shh, what i need you to do is it back and sing for me, go on and listen to your song and hit those high notes for me," Stack grins as he pushed your soaked panties to the side, giving your pussy kisses and licks before sliding your panties off.
His grabs your thigh, placing it on his shoulder as he begins to devour your pussy, full of tongue as his nose begins to rub your clit, your eyes widen and mouth agape as you hand supports the back of his head. "F-Fuck S-S-Eliass you—".
Stack smiles as his tongue delves into you. He groans as he hears you having trouble speaking, stumbling and stuttering over your words. Doesn't sound like much singing to him.
Your moans can't be helped from escaping you.
"Baby, I need more, please. I- could you please stop teasing!" you whine out, your hands caressing the back of his head.
Stack chuckles and hits your g spot one last time, leaving a drabble of spit and your juices smeared on his lips and your pussy. He slurps every bit, and he pulls away, standing to his feet as he hears your pleas.
"So damn, impatient. I ain't doing shit until I hear my pretty girl sing like I hear you on these fucking speakers. You got a voice of the angels, princess, and I wanna hear that." He rasps as his dick throbs in his pants.
You clear your throat, realizing he is serious. As he smiles, tilting his head, grabbing your hips and turning you to face the glass window, your hands immediately bracing on the cold glass and your breath panning on the window, fogging up just as you exhale.
And you begin to sing, the lyrics. Your voice oozing like honey in his ears. You are harmonizing with yourself. "I've been high and I've been low." He holds your hips, kissing your shoulder and neck as you continue. You feel the bass from the speakers in your chest, or maybe that was your heart racing because of how wet you were. You begin to find the rhythm of the music as if there wasn't a care in the world."But this time I know it's for sure." He watches you in the glass , his eyes taking in your figure, and feeling your ass, and soon his hands aren't on you. You
You hear a zzziiiipppp sound behind you. Stack fists himself behind you, tapping your leg, signaling for you to spread your legs wider . You continue singing."Cause I'm right where I belong, and we are only getting stronger. Feel's good to be down in my—!"
"Oooouuuu shiit—" You moan as your head leans on the glass, your breath fogging a spot on the window. Stack lined himself up with your soaked pussy so quickly you didn't even realize, and his thrust wasn’t so gentle; they had urgency and passion behind it.
"Fuuck!. You are everything, baby. Ain’t nobody doing it like you ain’t, that right?". He sinks into you again, causing your body to jolt to the window as Stack grips your hips. Your back arching, Stack looks down, looking down as his dick thrusts into you.
In and Out. In and Out. In and Out.
A constant pace, a relentless one.
“You’re so wet for me, baby. All for me, my pretty girl. Sing just for me." He grunts as he kisses your neck. Both of your senses were blown. Your music on a loop in the room, mic stand kicked on the floor. Hands everywhere, and Stack fucking you like there was no tomorrow as you throw your pussy back to him. Stack moaning and grunting in your ear as your head is leaned back on his shoulder, hand on the window, bracing and back arching.
"You sound really close, baby. You gonna come for me, ain't you?" Stack kisses your shoulder, the sound of your lovemaking, remixing with the music you just made in the studio.
Tears begin to prick into your eyelids as you whine. "Aaa-aa- I-I can't hold it anymore".
The wet slapping sounds coming from your pussy only grew as Stack continues, the material of your skirt flipped to your back. You cum, no longer able to hold it, as a moaning cry leaves your lips as your whole body convulses and locks. That doesn't cause Stack to pull back; in fact, it drives him even crazier.
Stack pulls your hips back as he is chasing your release with his own. His thrust pushes you forward to the glass. You use the glass as leverage, pushing your pussy back onto his dick, and you hear him moan. Stack cums with a groan , kissing your neck and sinking his teeth, leaving marks on your skin.
Stack fills you up, and some cum spurts onto the underside of your skirt, sinking into the material. You two catch your breath. As he pulls out slowly, smacking your ass, causing you to yelp, "Eliass!"
“Girl, stop all that," Stack chuckles, rubbing your ass softly and leading you to take a seat.
You both take a minute catching your breath as his arm wraps around you. You look at the glass closely. Squinting and smirking as you whisper, "Oh my god."
Stack looks at you as he is adjusting himself back into his pants, as he zipping his pants back up and catches his breath, "Oh my god, what, what are we whatin' about?" As he moves his head trying to match your eye line and see what you are seeing, a smirk that shows his dimples all too well appears on his face.
You try to stop him. "Don't start."
But you knew it was already done
Stacks smile is wide with pride, "Oh ho hoooo, I'm definitely taking a picture of this for keepsake, damn baby, I had your hand print like that.”
You roll your eyes, giggling at his foolish behavior, as he gets up and grabs his phone, snapping a picture at an angle for the lighting to be just right and.
Click. Click. Click.
A couple of shots were taken, and as he bends down, picking up the music stand and fallen lyrics, phone in hand, he can't help but smile as his eyes examine the picture closer.
"Hold up, I'm not gonna lie, this would make a dope ass cover for the album." He nods at the picture, already thinking of a way to edit it, if you agreed.
You can't help but roll your eyes, but now that you think of it, maybe you would.
A hand print of your love, where you make the music you love, isn't such a bad idea.
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I mean..not to be messy or anything (but just stirring the pot) on the situation of Robby having to deal with your relationship with Jack…
(Part I.) (Part II.)
He’s been miserable sulking through the halls of the hospital, day in and day out, especially when he has to see Jack hugging all over you during hand-offs. But what if there’s a particular situation at the hospital, where there’s a car pile-up, and Jack shows up as he normally does?
Everyone knows that things are tense between Jack and Robby. What they don’t know is that the beef between the men is definitely one-sided. Quite frankly, Jack doesn’t care that Robby’s upset about his relationship with you. The way he sees it is that he earned you fair and square. It’s not his fault that Robby missed out on a good thing.
Jack walks through the door with that same nonchalant swagger in his step. Instead of greeting Jack as he normally does, Robby grimaces beneath the rim of his glasses.
“You know, it’s like watching a divorced couple with the two of you,” Dana points out, glancing between Jack and Robby.
“Well, the cause of divorce would be ‘irreconcilable differences.’ Fucking snake,” He mutters beneath his breath because we all know that he won’t say it in Jack’s face.
Dana’s eyes turn to slits as she gazes at him, “M’gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Jack walks up to the desk and greets Robby and Dana. Robby is petty, with only supplying the man with a short nod, while Dana greets him with a wide smile.
“You here to help out, Abbot? I thought you gave up listening to the police scanner,” Dana said, typing on the computer.
“Y’know me, always been a man prone to danger, or at least that’s what my therapist says,” Jack quips in return.
Robby rolls his eyes as Dana laughs at his joke. He feels bitter that no one is taking his side in this whole debacle. By this point, everyone’s pieced together the fact that you used to have a thing with him, but now you have a thing with Jack. That’s what Robby’s been calling it–a thing. Because in his mind, there’s no way that this is an actual, serious relationship between you and Jack.
Jack shuffles off to assist with a case, which happens to be a leg amputation from the car wreck. Robby’s body freezes at the realization. If it’s an amputation, then chances are that Park will send you downstairs to assess the case before moving the patient upstairs. Robby immediately shoots from the desk to go to the case.
“I got this one, Abbot. Why don’t you go help out somewhere else?”
Somewhere where he doesn’t have the opportunity to flirt with you in front of his face is the implication, but Robby would never say that aloud.
Jack smiles sardonically at him, “Nope, it’s fine. I already paged ortho for a consult. Baby Shark’s on her way.”
‘The smug bastard,’ Robby thinks to himself.
Jack is practically rubbing his defeat in his face. It doesn’t take long for you to enter the room, and it surely doesn’t take long for all eyes to shoot in your direction. You know that everyone’s watching with bated breath to see how you handle having both Jack and Robby in the room.
Without looking at either man, you look over to the residents, “Tell me what we have.”
You peer at Dennis, who blushes under your gaze, “The patient was brought in from the car pile-up. Umm..a knee disarticulation, and we were able to stop the bleeding.”
“Where’s the leg?”
“We have it on ice.”
You move around the table and bend down to look more closely at the wound before standing up and turning to look at Robby and Jack. “We’re good here. Send them up. I’ll let Park know.”
With that, you turn and leave the room without acknowledging anyone else. Jack follows you out of the room, and Robby catches sight of the man walking beside you and talking. He leaves the room and stands a distance behind you and Jack to hear your conversation.
“Hey, are we still good for dinner tomorrow night?” Jack asks.
“Yeah, my place or yours?”
“You can come to mind. We can even make it a little sleepover,” Jack states, lowering his voice.
You smirk, “A sleepover? What’s the attire? Lingerie?”
“I’m thinking you in one of those silk dresses, but no clothes is also an option too.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” You respond, giving Jack one last smile and walking to the elevator.
Robby’s stomach starts to get that familiar queasy feeling. He tries desperately to push the bile down as it steadily rises in his esophagus. He places his hand over his mouth just as Jack turns around. The other man frowns at him as concern crosses his face, “Hey man, are you okay?”
Robby heaves a little as he tries to keep the vomit down.
Dana and a few of the residents look over at him in concern.
“Robby…” Jack starts, but he’s proactive enough to grab the nearby trash can to pass to the pan.
As expected, Robby hurls into the trash can, and not the cute vomiting either. It truly sounds like he’s about to turn into a werewolf with the way that he violently projects into the trash can.
He looks up from the trash can and into Jack’s face. Jack rocks back and forth on his heels, “Go home, Robby. I can’t have you vomiting all over the place like this, man. It’s gross.”
“M’fine. I don’t need to go home,” Robby protests as he holds the trash can away from himself.
“Robby, go dump that shit and go home. And for Pete’s sake, pick up some ginger ale and crackers.” Dana calls from the front desk, as she stares at him in disdain.
Seriously, he needs to figure out why he keeps vomiting.
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“Right there, Jack. Please right there…” You moan into the sheets that Jack has your face stuffed into.
“Yeah, baby? That’s your spot?” Jack asks, punctuating each word with a thrust. You moan loudly as you claw relentlessly at the sheets. The older man reaches over you to twist his hand into your coily hair. You wince and moan at the pinch of pain mixed in with the pleasure.
Jack’s other hand anchors to your waist as he watches the way that your ass ripples beneath his hold. He admires the tattoo that decorates the length of your spine. Truthfully, Jack admires how pretty your back looks, arched like this.
Beside you, Jack’s phone buzzes. He squints and clocks Robby’s name on the phone.
Jack’s about to let the phone go to voicemail, but there’s a petty part of him that convinces him to answer. He reaches down and inadvertently slides deeply inside of you as you whimper. Jack leans over you, “Keep it down a little bit for me, sweetheart. Robby’s calling.”
Jack guides the phone to his ear as he answers, “What’s up, Robby?”
At the same time, he starts thrusting into you again. The low sounds of his thighs slapping against yours fill the space, but he plays it off.
“Umm..hey man. I was just calling to uh..check on you, I guess,” Robby mutters through the phone.
“I’m good, man. A little busy now...” Jack trails off as he picks up his movements. You whimper lowly. Jack bites his lip at seeing the white release from you that coats his length the more that he slides in and out of you.
“Right. Well, I didn’t want much. I guess I wanted to clear the air between us. You know, with you dating Baby Shark and all,” Robby states, taking a sip of the Pepto Bismol as his stomach grumbles in displeasure.
“Sounds good, Robby. What do you want to say about it?”
Jack reaches beneath you with his other hand to start toying with your clit. You moan weakly, “Daddy…”
Robby pauses at the sound. Were you in the room with Jack right now? Was Jack having sex with you while he was on the phone?
“What was that?” Robby questions.
“Nothing. Listen, Rob, why don’t we talk about this another time? I’m really busy man,” Jack states, increasing the stroke of his fingers on your pearl. He clicks off the line, or at least he thinks that he does. Or…perhaps, he knows that he didn’t hang up on Robby as he drops the phone on the bed beside your head.
Jack grabs your hips in his hand as you turn your head to look at him. Loud smacking fills the phone, along with the filthy squelching of your cunt through the phone. Any rational person would’ve hung up at this phone, but Robby’s not rational. He’s gross, depraved, and frankly, pathetic.
He listens to the sounds of your pleasured moans as Jack fucks you.
You sound so desperate and needy.
You never sounded that desperate and needy with him.
“Mmmm…Daddy, I’m so close,” You whimper to Jack, and Robby can hear the sound of tears in your voice.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Be good and cum for me. Let him hear what he’s missing,” Jack orders gruffly.
Robby’s stomach drops in fear and embarrassment at the realization that Jack knows that he’s still here.
He hears Jack’s low chuckle, “I know you’re still there, Robby. You hear her, man? You hear how good I’m making her feel? Did he ever make you feel that good, baby? Huh? Did you ever call him Daddy?”
“No..” you whimper, as you push at Jack’s stomach. The older man grabs your hand in his as he holds it behind your back.
“I bet he’s hard listening to how good I’m making you feel, baby.”
Robby looks down at the erection that’s straining beneath his boxers and the pre-cum that stains the front of said boxers.
Jack’s fingers speed up on your clit as he leans over you, “Cum for Daddy.”
You cry out loudly as your release hits. Robby has to sit and listen as you cry out for Jack and whimper into the line. The line cuts out, and Robby’s left sitting there in the darkness of his bedroom with only the TV illuminating the space. The Pepto Bismol hangs haphazardly in his hand, and he’s surprised that he hasn’t thrown up yet.
But how could he possibly throw up when he’s already cum inside his boxers instead?
How pathetic.
Now he has to go clean up.
But hey…just a thought.😏
(Lovegirlnote: Shout out to @nainai5243 for the suggestion about having Robby listen to the reader and Jack!)
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