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Summary: Where the hell was she? And who the hell is her "husband"?
Jack Chambers x Fem Reader
Dazed. Dazed and confused is how she had woken this morning.
The pleasant morning sky shone through the bedroom window. Taking her out of the dreamless night that plagued her minutes before, finally gaining her senses back she could feel a strong grasp around her waist. Boxing her in, surrounding her. Overwhelmed, she shot up quickly, shoving off the body weight of the person in bed with her. Looking from left to right is a room she didn’t recognize. A groan next to her indicated someone else was waking up too.
“Good mornin’ my love.” said a voice she couldn’t put a face too, they sat up next to her. The same arms that caused claustrophobia only moments ago wrapped once around her again. A face dug into her neck , taking a deep breath. Almost as if they were trying to memorize her scent. A kiss was then placed causing a shiver to run down her back. The face moved and lifted their hand to pull her chin to the right. “Are you alright? You’re very quiet dear.” The beautiful face pondered, looking thoughtfully into her eyes. “Where am I?” Were the first words she had uttered that morning. A smile graced the man's face and his thumb ran across her bottom lip. “You’re home honey, you know that.” He laughed getting up from the bed and leaving the room all together. His statement caused a furrow in her brow to form. What was the last thing she could remember? Her mind was a blank canvas now. Was this really her home? How long has this been her home? Her gaze followed the figure as he left. She has never been more lost.
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Finally getting the courage to get up, she leaves the bedroom. Following down the long hallway filled with pictures of her and the unnamed man. Some were just of her or the man separately, but most were pictures couples took together. One stood out to all the rest, A wedding photo juxtaposed with the others. She is dressed in a white gown, the man in a contrasting black suit and tie. A happy look strewn about their faces. When had she gotten married? The thought leaves her nauseous and she quickly keeps following the windows till she reaches the front room.
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The man is in the kitchen now, waiting expectantly at the counter. Almost as if he’s waiting to be served like a diner guest. He turns his head to look at her with a grin while she navigates the house lost. She hesitates before stepping into the kitchen area. The man looks around with his hands clasped under his chin like the action he wants is obvious. “Are you going to start breakfast? I’m thinking of eggs this morning.” His words broke her silent confusion. A pout shows on his mouth as he places his chin in the palm of his hand. She tilts her head to the side a bit, Taken aback by his demand.
His mouth drops to a straight line with a crinkle in his forehead. “You do remember how I like my breakfast, right darling?” He asked in a condescending tone. He once again left her in the kitchen to her own devices.
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While she definitely doesn’t belong here, she still can cook a mean breakfast. She almost feels very proud of herself for making this. Plating the scrambled eggs and bacon and setting it down on the table, she sits off to the side. Waiting for his return.
He comes back just in time with the smell of food. Sitting down at the head of the table he stares down at his plate. He looks very dissatisfied. “And here I thought you could do a simple task, You know better than to make scrambled.” He grunts out, eyes turning a shade darker than his perfect blue eyes. “I didn’t think you’d be so picky. I was the one who made the breakfast you asked for.” She exclaimed. As If he couldn’t get more intimidating, he gives her a sly grin. Not fully reaching his eyes. “That’s strike one darling.”
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Warning: misogynistic talk, outdated ideals, (nothing wrong with wanting to be a housewife if YOU wanna be one tho my angels)
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She had woken up before him. The new sunlight breaking into the room as her cheek laid warm on his chest, one arm around her as he slept soundly. Her husband.
It never got old waking up next to him. How warm he kept her during the cool nights, how he would subconsciously tighten his hold on her whenever she moves, his sleepy whines and pouty face whenever she tried to leave the bed, his smothering of kisses all over her sleep flushed cheeks. It was a luxury. Today, she woke up before him. A rarity, considering his job at the office paired with the fact he was a naturally early riser.
She took some time to observe him. The slope of his nose, the tiny sparse freckles. The scar near his eyebrow, which the origin story made her giggle under her breath. The tiny tiny wrinkles of his smile lines, a smile she loved so much it physically hurt. The sleep swollen pout of petal pink lips that she craved. A man like him having a mouth like that was both a blessing and a curse, because she swore she couldn’t go a day without it’s pecks and… other talents. The carving of his jaw and his cheeks, both of which she deemed unfair. It was like he hogged all of the beauty in the world and got to keep it all to himself. She loved the slight stubble coming in, dramaticized by the new morning light. The warm hue covered the side of his face, the peaceful early hours showcasing a man at peace. A man without worry. A man only she got to see.
It was incredibly difficult to drag herself out of bed with that view, but she wanted to be good to him. Spoil him, because he certainly had the night prior. The jello like feeling in her thighs only proved that as she walked to their bathroom nude. He was a perfect lover, a frequent one. It made many of their friends jealous considering their newlywed rose colored glasses didn’t seem to be coming off even 2 years into their marriage.
Y/N let the damp washcloth glide over her face to wash the remnants of sleep from her, letting her hair out of the low bun she had haphazardly thrown it into the night prior after their marital activities. Harry always knew how to tire her out. The smile grew on her face as she saw the makings of a love bite gracing the swell of her breast, dark and bold. Her dress would cover it, sure, but it would be a reminder for both of them of the words he had uttered over and over again last night as he finished inside of her.
“You’re mine.”
“You’re mine.”
“You’re mine.”
She swallowed thickly as she felt the burn of desire coat her veins, shaking her head to knock herself out of it. For now.
Her hands found a crumbled white shirt he had worn to work and tossed to the side after getting home sitting on top of the laundry basket and couldn’t help herself. Grabbing the material, she brought it to her nose and inhaled his scent. The traces of his soap, his spicy cologne she had gotten him for his birthday… her. Her grin widened as she found her own lipstick smear on the collar from her enthusiastic greeting to welcome him home.
The shirt was slid on arm by arm, watching the mirror as she buttoned it up enough to protect herself from the stove but low enough that he would be able to see his marking.
It ached to leave his sleeping body in their ruffled sheets, but her husband deserved a good breakfast. He worked hard all day for her, he provided for her, and she wanted him to see how much she appreciated that. And… maybe wanted to see if she could talk him into staying home with her. For once.
It had only happened a few times where Harry had accepted her pleas and coos for him to stay home and have a day just with her. Of course they had weekends, nights, holidays, but Y/N was in fact greedy with Harry’s time. Or so he says with a tweak of the lips whenever she asked. It didn’t bother her too much considering he was well paid and loved his job, but sometimes she wanted to be greedy. Wanted his attention all day long.
What better way to convince him than this? The keys to a man’s heart? A good, home cooked meal- and sex. Lots of good sex.
Y/N hoped the combination of the shirt and breakfast sealed the deal.
She padded quietly down to the kitchen and began to prepare for his favorite- Blueberry pancakes, eggs, bacon, and good, strong coffee. It was second nature to her at this point, cracking the eggs in the pan, stirring the batter, washing the fruit. Humming a song stuck in her head that she had heard at the grocers the day before. This was her life, and she loved it. The sunny kitchen and top of the line appliances, the smell of fresh food being cooked, waiting on her husband’s arrival.
Getting lost in her head was something she did quite often, but by the time she was finishing the last pancake, she startled when she felt strong arms winding around her waist and a familiar voice humming into her ear.
“Smells divine, Darling.” The rasp right against her had her shivering, leaning back into him instinctually. His lips grazed her forehead as her back fell against his chest, sighing softly as he left a kiss to the top of her brow. This was bliss. “My favorites.. You always spoil me rotten.” The vibration of his words buzzed on her skin. Harry always did show his appreciation for her.
A glance down made her realize her end goal, seeing the pristinely pressed blue suit she had done up for him yesterday when she ironed. The goal is to keep him at home, preferably in a lot less clothing but in this same position.
The burner was turned off, his wife spinning to meet his face with a kiss as she faced him properly. Hand’s smoothed down the lapel of his jacket, soft eyes meeting his as she pulled back from his minty kiss. “Good morning.” Her voice crooned, pressing another peck to his lips. “You deserve to be spoiled. Sit, sit.” She motioned to his spot already set with orange juice and the daily paper she had snuck outside ton grab for him. “Let me bring it to you.”
Harry was a grown man, but Y/N knew what he liked. He liked to be served his breakfast and to eat with her while they quietly enjoyed their time together, the sounds of the radio playing and the flipping of newspaper pages. He was a simple man with few demands of her, so she figured it was the very least she could do. Y/N wanted to be the best wife she possibly could be.
Harry smiled tenderly up at her as she set down his plate. She had made sure to make it perfect for him, picking the most perfect and blueberry filled pancakes and the crispiest bacon. Coaxing him for good news on her end, she pulled away and grabbed her own from the counter, taking her spot across from him.
“You look amazing this morning, my dove.” His voice was quiet, lowering his glass of juice down. His tongue peeked out to catch a droplet that had caught on his lip, slowly dragging it back into his mouth as his eyes stayed on her own. Christ, he was handsome. Everything he did was a trigger of her hunger for him, the thirst she had for his touch, his mouth, all of his attention. “Is that my shirt?”
His gaze was darker as he ran it over her, a flush of heat running through her stomach. Anticipation built as she recognized the look on his face. “Yes. Is that alright, dear?” Her tone was innocent, even added a tilt to the head as she raised a syrup covered bite to her mouth. She knew what she was doing, so did her husband, but she wouldn’t admit it quite yet.
“Yes. I prefer it, I think.”
Y/N knew she had gotten to him but smiled lightly, going back to her meal. She knew how to up her chances and now that Harry was clued into her little game it was best that she bided her time.
It was a good breakfast. Meeting his suspicious eyes over his newspaper, watching him clear his plate, he asked her for her opinion on the crossword puzzle answers which she would dutifully reply… Bliss. Perfection. Part of her didn’t even want to bug him to stay home because his mood was so good… But she had to try.
She took his plate and her own to the sink, hurrying back to him as he grabbed his briefcase in hand. His eyes were on his watch, adjusting the band slightly with a tiny furrow in his brow. She knew why. It was 2 minutes after he usually liked to leave but he had been engrossed in his crossword.
“Harry?” She peeped, approaching him with freshly washed hands. His eyes glazed up at hers with question, knowing she was deviating from their normal routine of bringing his lunch bag- which was sitting in the fridge in case her effort failed- and narrowed his gaze slightly.
“What is it, love?” He murmured, looking down at her face. Studying it. “You’re up to something.” It wasn’t a question but a statement, knowing his wife far too well to pretend she wasn’t doing something out of the ordinary. Harry liked schedule and she knew it, so it wasn’t often that she would deviate from that in fear it would upset him.
“Well.. I was just thinking about how yesterday, you said you were so tired, right?” She grasped his arms in her hands, leaning her head up to give him the best pleading eyes she could muster. “And I think you’re overworking yourself.” Her lashes fluttered, a tiny pout forming on her lips as she rubbed his biceps over the suit. Harry let out a sigh, which wasn’t a good sign, shaking his head down at her.
“I’m perfectly fine. I promise, I know my limits. You worry too much.” He tried to reassure her. “I’ve got to go now, Darling. We can talk more when I arrive home over dinner, that chicken you said? But I can not be late.” His reasoning didn’t matter. She wanted him home.
“I just think that one day at home can be so beneficial to you, Harry.” She pleaded, trying to find his tell in the way he clicked his jaw. “You know? You can relax… sit on your chair and read. Just let me rejuvenate you. I can tend to you… Cook for you… Kiss on you…” Her coy look was met with a shake of the head, walking slowly into her as she spoke. “Please? I am just a worried wife, Harry. You work so hard every day and never take breaks. Would one day-“
Her argument was cut off with his mouth. Her one weakness was covering her own, stopping her in her tracks as he pressed a few kisses against her sweet lips. Slightly sticky from the syrup, they stuck together as he spoke. “I can’t, my love. I’ve got to go.” He kissed her again, tenderly and sweet before pulling out of her grip. “Don’t Worry, Darling. I’m alright.”
He had to exit the door before he gave in, which she had been so close to getting him to do. Y/N huffed, grabbing his lunch from the fridge in a mad dash and racing out to find him getting into his car. The top was down, as usual, his smile widening as he saw her emerge with the bag. Her out of breath figure appeared by the passenger side, placing it next to his briefcase.
“C’mere.” His hand grabbed her chin as she leant over the car, kissing her a bit harder. It could be felt in her toes, the slight brush of tongue letting her know she had been closer to her goal than she initially realized. “Walk out of that house again like this, showing those legs that belong to me to the neighborhood, and m’gonna spank that ass hot.” He scolded lightly, eyes dark on her own. Harry wasn’t afraid to do it either. It sent a wave of want, of hot yearning down to the throbbing between her thighs. “I’ll give you attention when I come home.” His pause was softened by his thumb brushing her stick lip again. “I love you. Be a good girl for me today.” His teeth bit down against her bottom lip, making her gasp as the tiny sting melded into painful pleasure.
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CW: outdated societal views, misogyny, dom/sub dynamic, breeding kink, praise kink AND slight degrading kink (who could have guessed)
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Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
The clock seemed to be taunting her now. 5 minutes until her husband’s time of arrival and she had the dinner table set up, her dress on and an anxiously excited heartbeat.
After the adventure of her failure to convince Harry to stay home this morning, she had taken his words to heart. She was a damn good girl. His shirts were hung to dry, pressed, put away. The large windows of their home were spotless and streakless. The kitchen was already cleaned from dinner besides the necessities set out on the table. The whole home was sparkling and dirt less, Y/N feeling rather motivated to have it perfect so when Harry arrived, every morsel of his attention could be on her.
She knew she was in for some fun with him considering he had reacted so strongly to her advances prior. She had almost cracked him, which meant if anything? He had spent the whole day thinking about her the way she had been thinking about him.
Y/N knew that her poor body was about to be sore. He would be wound up all day by said efforts and she was rather looking forward to it. It was the reason she decided to forgo her panties under her dress.
The plated dinners sat warm on the table when she jumped at the sound of the door opening. Shooting up, she walking towards the entryway, finding Harry taking off his shoes at the door. She had trained him well.
“Hi, darling.” She greeted, looking at him lovingly. His head turned to her with a smaller smile on his face, allowing her to take the briefcase and tuck it into the closet. He gave a quiet thanks before he turned to face her fully, allowing her to step to him for an embrace.
Her husband still managed to smell incredible after an entire day. His warm hands settling on her waist and the back of her head made her sigh dreamily, nuzzling slightly into his shirt as the anxiety from before melted away. His lips brushed her forehead again, this time the evidence of his 5 o’clock shadow tickled her skin. It was so innocent, a chaste kiss to her head, but the reminder of the fact that soon that stubble would be all over her… God.
“I missed you today. I miss you every day.” Her quiet voice made his slightly tense shoulders relax a little bit. Her soft words always did have an effect on his mood. She was proud that she was able to manage to get him to relax a bit just with her compassion. His hand stroked down her hair, squeezing her tighter to his form as he gently swayed them back and forth. Allowing the day’s stress to melt off his bones a bit.
“I miss you too.” He replied earnestly. “It smells amazing in here. I’ve got the best wife.” His body pulled back slightly, grabbing hold of her chin to command her gaze again. His features schooled, examining her soft expression before he asked. “We’re you my good girl today? Did as I like?”
A shiver washed over her, eyes dewy as she nodded against his hand. After all, she had been a good girl. The best, even, Harry relaxed again as he pressed a chaste kiss to her pouty mouth, sucking ever so lightly on her bottom lip before pulling back with a soft ‘pop’ noise. “I knew you would. My perfect little Darling.” He released her before stepping back to hand her his coat to hang up. Y/N perked up at the praise, happy to have pleased him so thoroughly. Her head was still reeling from the kiss though. It never got old.
Harry was pleased with the dinner, as always. Y/N knew how to make his favorites in all the ways he loved and made it a mission to center things around his personal taste, which was good considering she wasn’t all too picky. Y/N’s vice was sweets, which she always had freshly baked every day. Her favorite pastime was using the cookbooks Harry would gift her because he knew of her passion.
She couldn’t ignore the slight tension though. It wasn’t an unfamiliar one, no, it was all too recognizable. The impending crack of Harry’s resolve, knowing that she would end up on her knees or bent over something sooner rather than later. Y/N wasn’t going to pretend she hadn’t felt his semi hard cock pressed against her earlier. Her assumptions has been correct in the idea he had been working all day long. This would be good for her sexual appetite which no dinner could fix, but hard on her body tomorrow. She would ache, that delicious after sex ache that reminded her every time she knelt or sat that her man was far more capable of giving her pleasure than anyone else ever could have been.
They had lighthearted chatter about their days, Y/N proudly listing off the things she had done to be met with genuine praise from Harry about how much he appreciated what a beautiful house she kept. How happy he was that she enjoyed their life together and wanted to be home for him. Y/N preened, glowed the entire dinner, which seemed to only inflate his cheerful mood. He had talked lightly about work but he wasn’t one to ever go to far into detail about it. It was always said that he liked to come home and not think too much about files or data and Y/N always wanted to support what he wanted, thus she didn’t press.
“Darling?” His voice called to her from the doorway. She placed the dishes down into the sink and turned to face him, a kind expectant look on her face.
“Yes?”
“Can you follow me upstairs? I need some help with something.” His tone was even, but she could see the promise written in the air. Alread. Harry couldn’t wait until bedtime. He didn’t even bother watching his nightly news show, or take out the trash. He wanted her now.
“Of course.” His hand was laid out for her to grab, loosely held in his own as they climbed the stairs with her in tow. Not stopping once until they reached the bedroom. Her husband made his way towards the closet door, pausing as he looked down at her. His beautiful, beautiful wife. His prize, his tender hearted little Darling.
“Undress me, please.” His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was firm. Y/N could see right through it, the tells all in place to let her know that he was in a whole other headspace.
“I’d love to.”
Delicate fingers were slow, unclipping his tie clip and placing it on the basket. Her deep, shuddering breath would clue him into just how in tune she was with him- not that it would be too difficult to tell. His pants did little to hide the bulge of his erection, which was definitely making it difficult for her to behave.
It was silent besides the quiet play of the radio downstairs faintly audible. Her hands smoothed up his pristine white shirt, nails gently scratching his chest as she did so. He swallowed at the feeling, watching her hands expertly begin to undo the tie.
The tension was hot. Heavy. She was feeling hot under her skin, throbbing between her thighs. Wetness having made a mess underneath her dress from her wild decision to go without anything else underneath. It was scandalous, erotic, knowing Harry was in danger of finding this out in mere moments. His intense stare at her as she let her eyes wander over his broad chest, his strong arms… She wanted to play his game.
The tie was undone, each side in one hand as their eyes met again. The carnal desire was in his green, darker than the dusty olive they normally were. He wanted her. It was written all over his face as she gently pulled the tie, bringing him closer to her with the cloth. It pulled him by the neck, his hand steadying on her waist as his eyes scanned her. Molten stares melting her in place as his gaze dipped down to her breasts, her top a bit lower than it had been at dinner, to her lips which were slightly swollen from her biting at them, to her eyes. Those beautiful eyes he loved so much, keeping his as she tilted her chin up and pressed those soft breasts against his chest, hair falling off her neck as she arched into him.
It was the loudest silence she had ever heard. The tightness in the room pullled as taught as it could go, words failing to properly convey the desire filling the room so densely it almost choked her. There was a promise in his energy. A raw, aching, impure promise that was almost to its end.
And then it snapped.
There was barely time to blink as his mouth was hot on hers, growling as he started the kiss off rough. Untamed, unlike his usual caution, he took. God, if it wasn’t one of the hottest things she had ever experienced in her life. The taste of his tongue in her mouth, her hands dropping the tie and going for his hair as she moaned into the embrace. He had her knees weakening, dipping into him so much that he gripped her body and sat her against the dresser. Wet, needy kissed being stolen from her mouth as his hands wandered her body. Moving up and gripping her thighs, spreading them as he took his spot to stand in front of them.
“All day.” He rasped, moving his kissed from her mouth to her jaw. “All fucking day, I was thinking about you bent over the counter in my shirt. Little tease.” Her whimper only fueled him as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin at the hinge of her jaw. “Sent me off to work with my cock aching for you, couldn’t get you off my mind. Had half a mind to take care of it in the bathroom stall, thinking about how perfect my mark looked on you… But I knew you’d be disappointed if I came home without the cum you wanted.”
His filthy mouth wasn’t a new thing to her but it managed to make her shocked every time. The lewd things that fell from her prim and proper husband’s devastatingly gorgeous lips never ceased to amaze and arouse her. No one else would be able to understand just what it did to her. It was a good thing Harry knew her inside and out.
“You could have stayed home.” She breathed, arching her body into his as his lip attacked her neck with a passion, leaving wet, sloppy kisses all over the expanse of sensitive skin. “I would have taken care of you. I just want to be a good wife, Harry… Would have done anything you wanted.” It was true. Of course, she wouldn’t admit to anyone else that she was a complete and total whore for him, but Harry was please enough to know just how weak she was for him. It made him feel better about his own weakness for the woman.
“Yeah, you would have liked that, hm? Having me stay home, let you service my cock? S’that what it was, Darling?” He cooed, biting down on the curve of her neck meeting shoulder. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, a loud gasp leaving her throat as he bit down. The pain had her cunt fluttering around nothing at all, and the moment harry got down there would make it obvious just how true that statement was.
“I wanted.. wanted you to stay home and cuddle with me… and fuck me. Wanted to take care of you, cook for you… make you spoiled like you spoil me.” Her voice raised an ocatave as he began to suck on the skin. It hurt in the most exquisite way, knowing he was making a large mark on her. She would need to cover it or risk everyone knowing but she had a feeling that was harry’s goal. “Oh- oh god, that’s going to be seen.”
“That’s the point. Ran out in my shirt only this morning like a little slut.” He hissed, moving Down to a new spot. “If everybody is going to know you’re a slut… better make sure they know you’re mine. My well fucked, beautiful little whore.”
The wicked words had her simpering. He was right. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, breath stolen from the scalding thoughts. “I’m sorry.” Her attempt at an apology was cut off by another gasp as he dug his teeth into another spot. “Fuck, Harry.”
“Filthy words for a filthy girl.” He smirked, sucking on the bite mark again. “Should have stayed home and used your mouth to keep me warm while I finished that crossword. You love being on your knees for me, don’t you Darling?” His lips made their trail south, tugging roughly on the top of her dress to expose her breasts to him. Immediately his lips found his mark from the night prior, licking over it obscenely. Y/N moaned, clutching at him like a lifeline at the rough treatment. “Or maybe I should have had you sit in my lap, tucked my cock inside of you while I finished it, hm? Could try and help me with that pretty little mind, and keep me happy with that precious cunt.”
Her head was foggy as he spoke, nipping at the supple flesh in between words. His blazing stare met hers as he sucked one of her nipples right into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip as she cried out. One thing about her husband was that he was generous with his tongue. In all circumstances. His hand held the other breast, thumbing over the other nipple before pulling back with a pop to switch. A heady growl made her eyes roll back, pinching the wet nipple with his fingers and pulling a little bit. The action sent her into a new space, knowing how badly she needed him.
“Please, please Harry.” She pleaded. “I would have done it. Would have let you use me all day long- I just want to make you happy. Please fuck me.” There was no pride for her to swallow here. There was only hunger for him.
Of course, he wouldn't make it that easy. His mouth moved from her nipple, licking away the string of saliva he left behind with a coo. “Oh, baby. I know you would. You always let me use this perfect body for whatever I want. You’re my wife for a reason, yeah?” He sunk down to his knees, leaning her panting as those large, warm hands began to lift up the skirts of her dress. Starting at the knees, she watched as he brought one further up and kissed her thighs. “Never.. get…tired… of you.” His kiss ended in another nip to her inner thigh, making her body jolt.
It was when he finally lifted her skirt up properly that he stopped his kisses. A sharp inhale was taken as his hands slowly pushed it up further, looking at her bare, wet cunt with a smoldering glare before transferring it up her her eyes. “Did you…” his rough voice cut right into her in the best way. “Go all day without anything on?” His face was almost showing agony, realizing he had went the whole day at work while she had been at home, just like this.
“Yes.” Her breathy reply hit him. “You could have benefitted… I was simply too worked up this morning.” Her hands stroked the hair that had fallen out of its worked fashion. “I didn’t want to keep changing them. So I went without. Besides…” she pulled his head to look at her. “One less thing for you to take off.”
“Fuck me.” He croaked, taking a hand from his head and making her hold the dress up. “Keep this up. You’re a mess. I need my dessert.” His words barely has time to hit her before he was on her. Wet tongue lapping hungrily over her slit, her hips jerking as he lost his control. There was no mercy just in this, and Y/N knew it meant thoughts and prayers were needed for her poor pussy later. She could barely keep her eyes open.
Her clit pulsed as her husband licked over it, groaning loudly as he held her thighs open for him. Her habit of squishing his head and using her thighs as earmuffs was too predictable now, and he wanted no limit. He could feel it against his tongue, giving thorough licks from drippy little hole back up to clit to try and get the sweeet taste of her memorized on his tongue. He was ignoring the throbbing in his own pants because right now, all that mattered was the mess he had to clean up and his favorite dessert being held open for him. “Fucking love this cunt.” He muttered against it, flicking his tongue back and forth in just the right way. Y/N squealed, holding on to his hair with one hand and struggled to keep her dress up in the other.
“Oh god, ooh god..” she panted, chest hot with pleasure as his tongue worked its way expertly on her. He knew how to lick her up, how to make her twitch, and each tiny push of his tongue into her entrance had her thighs quivering in his hold. “You make me so wet.” Her confession was met with a muffled chuckle, a deeper lick and her head thumping back against the wall. She had to have been blessed in a past life, feeling his tongue do the work. The man had no fear, nuzzling his face right into it as hos nose bumped her sensitive clit. He would easily be able to make her cum just by the repetitive movement his tongue was making right over her right now, but he had other plans.
He stood up with a wet face, not bothering to wipe her arousal from his chin as he kissed her again. “Taste it.” He snarled. “Taste how sweet you are.” Y/N was pathetic, grappling his hands around his neck and kissing him deeply. His mission to cover tongue with the sweet tang he loved so much being easily accomplished. No one had ever tasted so good. His hands grabbed under her thighs, picking her up to carry her the few feet to their bed.
It was a lewd sight. Y/N crumbled on the bed, thighs spread out and bare cunt and breasts on display for him. The most enticing thing he ever saw, his wife. His. Laid out just for his pleasure, looking up at his with desperation to make her cum. He always did, doing his duty as a husband. Providing her with a home, a heart, and orgasms. “God… look at you.” He saddled up between her legs again, hands gripping his belt as he began to undo it. “My pretty girl. Perfect little housewife, even better whore for me. Drive me absolutely mad, made me wait all day for you… you’re so greedy. But you’re lucky I’m just the same.” The sound of his belt being pulled through the loops sent anticipation through her body, watching him in hope. “And now you’re laid out for me, looking like a dream. I’m going to ruin you, my Darling.” His tone was loving, contradicting his threat. “M’gonna have to stay home tomorrow. Considering you’ll be useless for anything other than sucking me off. But I don't mind.” He shrugged, letting the clink of the belt falling on the carpet answer for him.
“I can cook for you, for a day. I can clean. But nothing compares to the feeling of your tight, wet cunt squeezing around me. Nothing sounds as good as your pathetic, sweet little cries every time my cock hits that spot.” The button to his pants unclipped, the slow drag of his zipper. He couldn’t bother getting fully undressed with the treat in front of him, letting only the pants fall to the floor as his shirt covered body knelt on the bed. “So I’m going to take my prize. Stuff you full of my cum and cock… and then I’m going to do it again and again until you can’t breathe.”
His hands caressed her thighs as they stayed spread open for her, sighing quietly as he abruptly tugged her closer to him. “Don’t be shy, darling. Moan for the neighbors to hear. They eat later than us so.. they can have dinner and a show.” His nasty smirk had her swallowing again, jolting as he fisted his cock and smacked it against her cunt. “Fuck.” He hissed, dragging it down to get the tip slippery. “Hold on, baby.”
It was then that she was full. The air stolen from her lungs as Harry slammed inside of her without warning. There was no time to scream, and the bite of pain was overcome with the pleasure of being stretched. His finger circling her clit as he watched her swallow him up, fluttering around him.
A stuttered breath left her throat as he wrapped a hand around her throat, dark green penetrating her gaze as the stretch of his cock made sparks of heat prickle down her spine. She was incredibly wet, not at all hard to get into but she was tight. Harry was quite gifted, and regardless of how many times he had been inside of her, it didn’t get old.
“H-Har-“ she tried to say his name, failing when he pulled out and thrust back in. The action was repeated, eyes on the glistening of his cock. She coated him in the taste he loved so much, making him groan as the perfect little thing pulled him in deeper, legs hooking around his waist.
There wasn’t much better than seeing his wife being pleasured. Those stunning eyes rolled back, his hand wrapped around her throat as he could feel her every breath. Her hands fisting the blankets as his held himself up above her, grunting with each heavy thrust. This was a long time due. He should have just stayed home today and had this, unlimited sex on tap because his wife simply craved him and his presence. If his work ethic wasn’t so strong he would be worried, considering his favorite place in the world was buried deep inside of her, but he had to indulge.
“That’s my perfect wife.” The rough words had her clenching around him, legs tightly secured to his body, keeping him as close as possible. Each thrust sent her jolting on the bed, almost a punishment for the temptation she had provided early in the day and a loss of what could have been. “Just lay there and take it. Jus’ like you were always meant to do for me.”
Harry was gorgeous like this. It was so unusual to see him unhinged, but she had broken the seal today. His teeth grit together, eyes wild, that perfect hair falling into his face as he worked himself into her. She could feel herself contracting around him, getting even more wet with every thrust. The sounds were filthy, the wet thump of his heavy balls against her ass, the slick squelch of each time he entered her, his deep grunts and groans mixed with her wanton whimpers… their passion was erotic, raunchy, and neither of them could get enough.
“Oh, oh… Harry.” She keened, pressing herself up into him. He had gotten the place he had wanted to be at, not minding the bed from knocking against the wall or the alarm clock falling to the floor. He had found the spot, continuing the rough thrusts as she writhed underneath him. “Thank you, thank you, yes… I love it. I love when you take me. I’m yours.”
The babbles were encouragement, Harry’s brow prickling with sweat as the grip on her throat tightened. Holding himself up with one arm, he bent down slightly to catch her mouth, tasting her tongue as the symphony of their sex got louder. Her repetitive whimpers against his mouth, the bang getting harder against the wall, his growling exhale as he ripped his mouth away from hers, ignoring the string of spit connecting their swollen lips.
“You’ll always be mine. Until the end of fucking… time.” Something lit him up, thrusts fast and hard as her thighs began to tremble. “Never fucking forget that. This body belongs to me. That mouth… these hands… that perfect fucking pussy… every bit of your pleasure” he snarled, giving punishing thrusts as she whimpered and writhed underneath him. “They’re mine. You’re mine, my beautiful girl.”
Her hands grabbed on to her husband, unable to do much other than lay there and take it before this. The delicious orgasm was taking her by surprise, a wet gasp alarming him to the goalpost being met. Every time he made her orgasm, he felt like he had succeeded. His job was perfect, he never wanted another one, and this one should come first. Her pleasure was his most important responsibility. The avid burn to always be with her was hard to extinguish, and even now he knew this wouldn’t be the last one he gave her tonight.
If he had one flaw, it was spoiling his wife.
“Oh my- Harry!” She sulked, mouth falling open as she thrashed on the bed, orgasm overtaking her. The constant stimulation to the perfect spot, his dirty talk, the hand squeezing the sides of her throat to give her the perfect head rush, all of it got to be too much as the ecstasy washed over her body. “Yes, yes- please.”
Y/N didn’t know what she was begging for, clawing at the collar of his shirt as his forehead rested against her own. “Give it to me? Give it. I want It inside of me. I want to have a baby, give me a baby.”
The demand almost stopped him in his tracks- but instead, it increased the pace, sloppy thrusts and the demand making his mouth fall open. They’d spoken about a baby before, many times. Hearing it in this context though? The thought of her swollen with his child, breasts heavy with milk, her being barefoot in the kitchen with a little apron over her stomach- it was too fucking much.
Maybe he was going to hell for having the visual making him feel the way it did. But he didn’t care.
“Fuck me… I’ll give you a baby, I’ll put one right inside of you. Breed you. That’s… fuck, Y/N.” He whined, releasing her throat, grabbing her hands and holding tightly onto them above her head as the gasping breaths unified, the smack of skin getting louder and his own thighs started to burn. He was feeling that lack of control only Y/N was able to coax from him.
“Give it to me? Give it to me, Daddy.” The desperate plea from his wife had his eyes on hers, her teeth bc sight between her lip as she felt him pushing as deep as he could. “Give me what you need. Breed me. Please. I love you.”
It sent him over the edge. The declaration of love, the meaning of it all, the new nickname, it had him burying as deep as possible as he let his mouth fall open against hers. Just inhaling one another as they felt the gush of his cum filling her up, some escaping but Harry not moving an inch. You couldn’t pay him to move from this current spot.
“I love you, darling.” He murmured, relishing in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Fucking. Whatever you’d want to call it, Harry was just happy he had done it. “Did so well for me today, my gorgeous wife. Couldn’t ask for a better one.” His nose rubbed against hers, sighing happily as she hummed at the affection. She was sticky as Harry’s cum was too much, seeping from where they were joined, but she never felt more at home.
“I’m glad I pleased you.” She gave her fucked out smile up at him, rewarded with his lips on hers yet again. “I do think I have more to do, though. I want to give you a child… and we will have to do it a few more times to make it stick.” Hair smoothed from face, sticky candy kisses, Harry’s deep chuckle.
Summary: Where the hell was she? And who the hell is her "husband"?
Jack Chambers x Reader
Warnings: Jack is very manipulative and toxic. Arguing and semi angst.
Masterlist
Part 1
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Broken glass was now being collected into a dustpan. Her grip on the yellow broom never faltered.The man had left for work leaving her behind to take care of her “mistake.” She was still shaking like a leaf from his outburst. Terrified he would come back and lose his temper again.
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“I have much disdain for back talkers.” He says getting up from his seat and taking the glass she had earlier filled with orange juice into his hand. Taking a long sip he stares into her eyes before speaking again. “This will be the last time I am disrespected like that again, do you understand?” She nods her head fast. He slams his hands on the table causing a glass to fall and shatter below her feet. “I’d like you to use your words and address me correctly.” He demanded with a new dark look in his eyes. She’s taken aback at the command. “Yes I understand.” He walks to her seat taking her chin between his pointer finger and thumb. “I understand what?” He smirked watching her mouth open and close, deciding how to answer back correctly. “I understand sir.” She utters quickly not liking the taste of the words on the tip of her tongue. He gives her a grin, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip like he did in bed. He moves his hand to her cheek giving it a tap. “Good, clean this up.” She sits there with the order flying past her ears as she watches him leave her alone once again.
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She doesn’t have the stomach to eat the breakfast left on her plate. She gets up finally leaving the dinning room to dump the rest of the food into the bin. Not having the energy to continue cleaning she puts the dishes in the sink and leaves to find the bathroom.
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Standing in front of the mirror is a woman she doesn’t recognize. The figure in the reflection has voluminous hair, clean skin, and a different glow to her face that she isn’t used to. She looks healthy. Not a hair out of place and no eye bags in sight. This is not what she ever pictured herself looking like before, so why does she look like this now?
She breaks herself out of the trance and steps away from the counter like it burned her well manicured hands. She turns to leave back to the bedroom making sure to not look back at the reflection again.
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The bed was unmade, clearly the man avoided it, leaving her to clean up after him once again. The brown flowered comforter lay at the end of the bed, while the white linen sheets are on top. While looking upon the room she had mysteriously woken up in this morning she sees something sparkle in the light on the left side table.
Going closer she can see a ring and picking it up shows the gorgeous fat diamond that sits on a delicate gold band. She’s never seen anything this beautiful in her life, she's honestly quite scared of it. Knowing this might be the ring that has tied her to the man forever. The cold feeling of the band leaves a lasting need to put it on and of course it fits perfectly.
Scaring her out of the ring inspection taking up her time was a knock at her door. Placing the ring down quickly she rushes to the blue front door. Hesitant to place her hand upon the golden she hears a woman’s voice speak up.
“Y/n honey, it’s Bunny! Jack mentioned you might want some company!”
So that’s the man’s name.
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This is also not my favorite but I swear it gets better!
