Jackâs hands stayed on Y/Nâs hips, the pads of his thumbs rubbing against her hipbone area as his lips moved against hers. Y/Nâs was back was against the kitchen island, arms wrapped around Jackâs neck when she softly moaned.
âIâve been missing you,â he mumbled, nudging his nose against hers. âBeen missing this.â
He closed the gap between them, his tongue swiping her bottom lip, begging to be let it in. She accepted and from there, it was a clash of tongue and teeth.
The intensity grew with Jackâs fingers sneaking up past the hem of Y/Nâs shirt.
Just then a âmeowâ drew his attention. He looked over to see Gizmo sitting there, staring up at his parents.
âNot now, buddy,â Jack said. âWeâre a little busy.â
He went to kiss Y/N again when - âMeow.â
âGizmo, câmon, man.â
âMeow.â
Jack sighed as Y/N jumped down from the kitchen island and picked up Gizmo.
âMy poor baby needs attention, huh?â she cooed, kissing the cat.
âYeah, but I need it more,â Jack quipped.
Y/N snorted. âMaybe a treat will keep him occupied.â She went into the drawer designated for Gizmoâs food and treats. She grabbed a packet of a Sheba meat stick, opening it. She set Gizmo down on the floor and pulled the stick out from the pack.
âGo play, ok?â she whispered.
She then walked back to Jack, smiling. He welcome her back into his arms, smirking at her.
âCan I get a treat too?â he teased in a low voice.
âMaybe. Gotta earn it though.â
âOh yeah?â
He kissed her again, this time his hands holding her face as the pad of his thumb wiped her cheek. After a few moments, his teeth gently pulled on her lower lip.
She whimpered, pulling him closer to her.
âTake me to bed,â she pleaded. âNow.â
He pulled back, grinning victoriously. âThat was easy.â
âMeow!â
Jack closed his eyes. âJesus Christ, Gizmo.â
âWhatâs going on with you, little man?â Y/N cooed.
âHeâs gonna be the reason I get blue balls,â Jack mumbled.
Y/N shot him a look. âHow about Iâll get him distracted while you get ready for me in the bedroom?â
Jack perked up a bit. âI can do that.â
He went into the bedroom, throwing off his scrubs and unhooking his prosthetic leg. He laid on the bed, only wearing his black briefs.
After a few minutes, the door opened and Y/N walked in.
âCat TV is on, thereâs kibble in his bowl, his water fountain is fine,â Y/N listed off as she threw off her t-shirt. She pulled down her sweatpants and then straddled Jackâs hips. âNow, where were we?â
He leaned up to kiss her, his hands grabbing her ass as he pulled her closer to him.
My favorite thing about Brendon and Wife!Fem!Reader/Peach is that the reader has always been a bit of a weirdo and Brendon is just like âi love that weirdo and I would do anything for her.â
Even in college heâs been like that. Like when they first started dating the beginning of their sophomore year, some guy told the reader she was weird and Brendon was like âTHE FUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT HERâ and had to be held back by his buddies.
When Brendon gets home, he sees you in the kitchen with Murphy lying right beside you.
The dog perks up at the sight of Brendon, getting up and whining for attention.
âHey Murph boy,â Brendon coos, getting on the floor. Murphy climbs on him, giving him kisses. âOh thatâs a good boy.â
Brendon gets up off the floor and kisses your lips. âHow are you feeling?â
âBetter now that youâre home,â you answer with a smile. âDinner is in the oven now. Should be ready in 30-ish minutes.â
âSounds good. Iâm gonna shower and change. Feel like joining me?â
You shake your head. âIâm sorry, babe. Iâm not in the mood after the whole park debacle.â
He nods understandingly and kisses the top of your head. He walks up the stairs and into the bedroom, Murphy following him.
Brendon sits the bed and pats the space next to him.
âMurph, câmere,â he says
Murphy jumps up on the bed, lying down so that his paws are on Brendonâs Brendon scratches behind Murphyâs ear.
âYouâre the best boy,â he tells him. âYouâre sweet and well-behaved and your mom and I love you very much, ok?â
Murphy whines, lowering his head. Brendonâs heart swells.
Murphy was the sweetest boy who was judged before people could see how wonderful he was. Sure, Brendon and Y/Nâs parents spoiled him and their siblings and friends treated him like a king. Murphy was also so sweet and patient to their kids and babies, often giving them kisses.
Then again, Brendon knows what itâs like to get a bad wrap before people get the chance to know him. Heâs just lucky his friends didnât give a shit.
And heâs lucky you gave him a chance all those years ago.
Sammy and Angel are in traffic. Sammyâs in the driver seat, Angel, as always, is the passenger princess.
Angel is on her phone while Sammy is listening to music.
âHow You Remind Meâ comes on and Sammy sings along.
Angelâs eyes glance over at him, watching him sing along. At first sheâs stunned that Sammy Bryant sings along to any song, let alone a Nickelback song.
But here he is, doing just that and sheâs flabbergasted.
It's not like you to say "Sorry"
I was waiting on a different story
This time, I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream, "Are we having fun yet?"
His eyes go to her and he freezes, realizing heâs been caught.
