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Hello! I would love to take part in your follower celebration (congrats btw)
I would like to request Jack Abbot, with this;
"For the last time, I'm not jealous! But I want to be the only one who looks into your eyes and holds your hand and hears your laugh. Is that too much to ask for?"
It can be Jack or the reader saying it, either works and could it please be a one-shot with some smut? ❤️
Not Jealous
Pairings: Jack Abbot X fem!Reader & platonic!Frank Langdon X fem!platonic!Reader
Summary: When you're nicer than usual to Frank on his first day back, Jack becomes jealous and wonders if you regret being with him.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, established relationship, age gap, mention of Frank’s addiction, jealousy, arguing, crying, 1 use of (y/n), smut, bath sex, unprotected sex and cursing.
Word Count: 2.1K
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Your eyes met Frank’s blue ones as he appeared beside you in the locker room, you shot him a friendly smile, “Hey, welcome back.” you told him, putting your clothes in your locker, earning a subtle but awkward smile from him.
“Thanks.” he replied, quietly groaning a little as he crouched down to reach his new locker.
You frowned at this, feeling not surprised if this was Robby’s doing as a way of punishing Frank for what he did. And while it was of course horrible of Frank to steal from the hospital, at least he addressed his problem meanwhile Robby refuses to accept that he needs help.
You wrapped your stethoscope around your neck and rested your hands on either side of it, “Wanna work on the leg lac case in South fifteen together?” you asked, knowing he could probably use some kindness and a friend right now considering how pissed Robby and Santos have been with him even while he was in rehab.
Frank looked at you with a shocked look in his eyes, like he was expecting you to give him the cold shoulder or hate him as much as Santos and Robby seemed to. Not be kind to him. He rapidly blinked up at you, “Uh, sure. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” he answered, bringing your attention back to the fact that he wasn’t in his scrubs yet.
You nodded, “Cool.” you replied, ignoring the way you felt Jack’s eyes on you as you walked away from Frank.
You briefly looked at Jack again from the Hub, able to tell that the look in his eyes was jealousy now that you were closer. He didn’t mean to get so jealous so easily, it was just that he’d switched to the day shift so that you could spend more time together and after seeing your interaction with Frank, his insecurities got the best of him.
He knew Frank was married but still, he wondered if you regretted being with a man much older than you when you could have someone closer in age to you, Frank.
Jack discretely shook his head, willing these thoughts to go away. No, you were just being nice to him like you always were with people who you knew were going through a hard time. Nevertheless, his jealousy annoyingly lingered within his mind.
Attempting to ignore these feelings, he appeared beside you, his neck craning to look up at the board of cases, “Alright, which one do you wanna do together, sweetheart?” he asked, now looking directly into your eyes.
A guilty feeling filled yours, “Oh, I already asked Langdon if he wanted to do the leg lac with me. Sorry, Jackie.” you replied, always feeling horrible when someone asked you to do a case with them and you’d already agreed to help someone else out.
He waved this off, a disappointed look replacing the anger in his eyes, “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, baby.” he said with a kiss to the top of your head, leaving you to do something else.
As he left you, Frank appeared beside you with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, you ready?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts.
You blinked a few times and nodded, “Yeah, lead the way.” you said, internally hoping Jack wasn’t angry with you or jealous. He should know by now that you only had eyes for him.
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Jack had been silent the whole car ride home, barely looked at you for the rest of your shift and hadn’t talked to you since you told him you were taking that case with Frank.
When you finally got back to your shared apartment, you sat on the couch and softly patted the spot beside you, “Sit. We need to talk.” you gently requested, tired of feeling so guilty and worried about your conversation with Jack this morning and how he’d been acting.
Jack sat beside you, taking his prosthetic off with a quiet sigh and leaving it sitting next to the coffee table. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting really off today. I’m worried about you.” you said, instantly breaking his heart for ever feeling jealous of Frank.
You were his and always would be, his spiraling had just stopped him from remembering that.
He softly sighed and looked down at his lap, his eyes refusing to meet yours, “It’s nothing, baby. Just a bad day. Let’s go shower.” he responded, something you immediately knew to be a lie. He just didn’t want to talk about what had been going through his head.
You frowned and slowly took his hand in yours, “No, not until we talk though this. I don’t want you to be mad at me for the rest of the night,” you said, pausing for a minute as you quickly racked your brain of anything that happened that could’ve deserved this anger. You spoke again seconds after your realization, “Were you jealous of Frank?”
He raked a hand through his hair and sat up straighter, a storm brewing in his mind, “I wasn’t jealous. I already told you, (y/n), I just had a bad day, alright? Let it go.” he answered, making your eyes widen. He rarely ever called you by your first name except for when you were talking about something serious like you were tonight. But you still weren’t going to give up.
You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “It’s okay to be jealous, Jack. I mean, I get jealous too sometimes. But I promise you, Frank is just a friend. I just wanted to be nice to him considering the hard time Santos and Robby gave him before he left and while he was gone.” you explained, causing Jack to snatch his hand out of yours.
His eyebrows furrowed and that angry look returned to his eyes, "For the last time, I'm not jealous! I wanna be the only one who looks into your eyes and holds your hand and hears your laugh. Is that too much to ask for?" he told you, accidentally snapping at you, showing you just how much his jealousy and you and Frank’s friendship had been bothering him all day.
Your eyes widened once more and tears slowly filled them. The whole time you and Jack had been together he had never once raised his voice at you, until now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep pressing you about it. I just hate when you’re mad at me.” you told him, now refusing to meet his gaze, and his anger dissolved immediately, more guilt replacing it.
He frowned and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, “I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have snapped at you or gotten that jealous. I just can’t help but worry sometimes that you regret being with me and not being with someone closer in age to you. Like Frank. You have nothing to apologize for.” he explained, letting you get a glimpse into the storm in his mind.
You nodded against him, “I forgive you. And I promise that I’m yours, you’re all I could ever want in a lover and a friend. I love you because you treat me right, make me feel seen, support me and are the kindest, most loving, supportive and patient man I’ve ever met.” you assured him and his shoulders almost instantly relaxed.
Your sweet words brought tears to his eyes, “I’m so sorry, baby.” he repeated, feeling horrible about what he’d done to you today. “Let me make it up to you. How about we take a bath together and order some takeout?”
You nodded once more and slowly pulled away, “Okay.” you whispered and he wiped your tears away, your own hand coming up to wipe his away. You quickly got up and retrieved his crutches from where he’d left them by the front door, flashing him that smile he’d missed so much when you handed them to him.
Once inside the bathroom, Jack leaned his crutches up against the counter and sat down on the edge of the tub, leaning over to turn the water on to the hot temperature he knew you loved although it made him feel like he was being boiled whenever you bathed together.
You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, the first one you’d given him since before you left for work. He melted into it, cupping your face in his hands and deepening it for just a moment before he pulled away, teasing you a little.
His eyes never left your body as you shed your scrubs, undershirt and underwear, leaving them on the floor to be dealt with later. “I can feel you staring.” you commented, a knowing smirk rolling out across your lips.
He opened his legs, prompting you to stand between them, and placed his large hands on your waist. He looked up at you, his pupils having doubled in size, “How could I not? You look so fuckin’ sexy, baby.” he said, talking through lightly gritted teeth, briefly tightening his grasp on you.
You nervously smiled at this, even after all this time he still knew exactly how to make you all flustered. “Get undressed, handsome and if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you fuck me.” you replied with a pointed look, already knowing what was on his mind.
“Okay.” he eagerly said, his hazel eyes lighting up, taking off his clothes as quickly as he possibly could.
Jack got in first, scooting back to give you some room to sit in front of him, and once you got settled, he wrapped his arms around you, wordlessly encouraging you to rest your head on his broad chest. One of his hands shamelessly came up to hold one of your tits, his fingers rolling your nipple in between them, eliciting a quiet moan from you.
He leaned down a little, his mouth right next to your ear, “Please, baby, let me fuck you. I’ll make you feel so good. I need to feel your pretty pussy wrapped around me.” he begged, his hardened cock now twitching against your lower back.
You looked back at him and nodded, “Please. I’m all yours.” you replied, not having any strength left to make him work for it.
Jack wrapped both of his hands around your hips, pulling you onto his lap and carelessly spilling a bit of water onto the floor. You lifted yourself up a little, allowing him to line his cock up with your pussy, and sank down onto him, earning a low groan from him. His hands drifted from your hips to your ass, holding both cheeks in his hands, making it easier for him to fuck up into you. His thrusts began as soon as he was buried to the hilt inside of you, his quick, merciless pace sending more water out and onto the floor.
But neither of you cared, you were too wrapped up in the feeling of one another. It all felt so good.
Jack slowed his pace down a little after a while, letting you ride him, and slotted his hand in your hair, bringing your neck to his mouth. He roughly bit and kissed the column of flesh, making you moan a lot louder than you meant to. “Let me hear you, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.” he murmured, his voice making goosebumps appear on your arms despite the hot water.
His other hand left your hip, drifting from your tits to your clit where he swiftly rubbed it, causing you to arch your back. It was almost too much, being pleasured like this all at once. You looked at him over your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed, “Please, Jack, it’s too much.” you whined.
He grinned at this, “You need to cum, sweetheart? Can’t hold it anymore?” he teased and you rapidly nodded. He nipped your neck once more, “Cum for me. I wanna feel you squeeze my cock until I’m screamin’ your name.”
Obeying his command, you completely let go, your pussy squeezing him in a way that had his hands shooting up to tightly grasp your hips again while you moaned and babbled about how good he was making you feel. Jack uncontrollably bucked his hips up to meet yours and gritted his teeth, "Goddamn, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. I love this fucking pussy.” he muttered, fucking you through your orgasm as his own washed over him and he spilled his seed into you.
You heard him chuckle from behind you while you came down from your high, “I think we flooded the bathroom.” he said, causing a shocked look to appear on your face once your eyes landed on all of the water that had escaped the tub.
Your eyes remained widened, “Next time, you’re fucking me in the shower.” you replied.
He nodded and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “Yes, ma’am.” he said, still smiling a little.
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summary: just a little drabble about coach!steve and art teacher!reader who has never been in a serious relationship before! fem!reader. thank you for the request and enjoy a preview of the ficlets you'll be seeing from me this weekend!
steve harrington ୨ৎ teacher au ୨ৎ coworkers to lovers
it had been a perfect third date. steve had taken you out to enzo's after another long week of teaching, coaching, and plenty of messes between the baseball diamond and the art room. things had been going steady for about and month now, which had surprised you.
when you moved to hawkins had finishing up grad school, you never anticipated putting yourself out there, much less commiting to seeing someone. it was mostly because you had never been one to pursue romance, because of your focus on studying and setting up a life for yourself. the art teacher job at hawkins middle was the first job you had with more stability that part-time retail. meeting steve just happened to be a benefit of accepting the position.
you were now parked outside your apartment complex in his blue truck. during the ride home, he explained how he'd bought the truck used from his cousin in north dakota after his beamer was totaled in a crash a few years ago. the entire story, you could hardly focus on his words. instead, you'd been preoccupied with committing the shape of his nose to memory and imagining if he'd finally kiss you tonight, rather than a polite peck on the cheek.
unfortunately, the words tumbled from your lips before you even thought to catch yourself, "I really like you, Steve, and you're a really great guy, and I want you to be my boyfriend."
you instantly cringed, replaying the awkward and almost robotic words in your mind. Idiot, you thought to yourself, now he's gonna realize that you're just a weird virgin...
Steve blinked once. Twice. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "I... really like you too. but what spurred that sudden admission?"
he leaned in slightly, his arm resting against the back of the seat. his fingertips nearly brushed against your shoulders. you cleared your throat as you tried to not be hyperaware of his proximity, "well, this is our third real date. not saying that grabbing coffee and hanging out in the breakroom don't count. they do; but it's a little different, y'know? But you've been really kind even since I started at hawkins middle. not in the way that you've just been chasing after me since day one, but more of that i've been able to slowly become your friend, and now falling in love with you, and i'm starting to recognize that i'm rambling, so i'm just gonna stop now..."
Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your top as you gave Steve the space to soak up your words.
steve raised a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ears. a soft smile etched itself into his face, "it's cute when you ramble."
he ducked his head in closer, nudging your cheek so you'd meet his gaze, "and i'm falling for you too. faster than you've probably realized?"
"yeah?" you gently asked, eyes flicking down to his lips.
his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips as he caught your drifting gaze. he hummed, dipping his head closer, "yeah." with that, steve pressed his lips to yours, tying up the perfect evening with a perfect first kiss.
I'm new to Adrian, not even finished Peacemaker...but my dear friend @xmunsn has got me very intrigued by him 😅 so I'm here with a prompt from one of the lists...
“i don’t think about kissing you. ever. like, not even once. definitely not last night.”
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this one is soooo good i love this prompt hehe welcome aboard the adrian train
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adrian chase/f!reader
948 words
feelings denial, accidental cuddling on the recliner :}
The night came and went with a blur of empty beer bottles, sticky skin, and you squished on the recliner with Adrian.
Leota flopped onto the couch before anyone could stake their claim, Emilia was firm that her room was absolutely 100% off limits, and John was out in the bathtub the second he heard there was a space heater hooked up in the corner of the bathroom.
Adrian wandered around restlessly, throwing his shirt and John's pants and trying to take your cardigan to make "at least a sort of full load" in his words.
"Three articles of clothing does not a load make." You slurred, curling up on your side in the recliner, yanking your cardigan closed and burrowing your arms over your chest.
"Fine, fine, I'll just waste water. I hope you remember this in twenty years when we're all fighting over water rations."
"Mm, whatever, just be quiet."
You were on the verge of nodding off when his not-so-sneaky clamoring besides you startled you awake.
"Adrian, Jesus, what are you doing?" You shoved him away with your elbows, forcing him to lay with his back to yours.
"What? You want me to sleep on the floor? That's gross."
The recliner was barely big enough for the two of you, definitely not big enough for you to lay comfortably, but you knew if you let consciousness get the better of you right now you'd be riding your hangover early.
"Fine, goodnight." You knocked against him, exhaustion manifesting as aggression until you could find a satisfying position and pass back out.
It was also Adrian's fault when you woke up four hours later. His watch knocked against your forehead, and you grumbled a whiny, "Ow, what the fuck?"
Squinting, you raised your head from where you now laid on his chest, seeing Adrian's face contort in confusion as Leota walked towards the kitchen, the edges of her blanket fluffing up his hair and dropping off the back of the recliner.
"Hm?" He muttered.
You gave him a solid pat on the forehead in return, "You just clobbered me with your watch, you dick."
"Oh, sorry." He blinked awake, his hand instinctively raising to press a thumb against different spots on your face, "Does this hurt?"
Swatting his hand away, you catch his eye and recognize genuine concern. Your stomach lurches. He surprises you with little moments of care like this sometimes, glimpses of a softer Adrian.
"No, not anymore. Thanks."
You both let your heads fall back into position, stretching arms and legs, the voices behind you coming into audibility as the smell of coffee wakes you up.
"No way!" Adrian exclaims, stretching his neck to roll his eyes as far back as he can get them, staring at Adebayo and Harcourt in the kitchen.
You roll onto your other side and sit up to face them too, "What?"
Leota sucks her lips inward, raising her hands to avoid the topic at hand, shrugging her shoulders and grabbing her water to chug.
Emilia glares daggers at her, then addresses you both, "I said you'd better not have fucked on my couch. Matter of fact, the whole apartment is off limits for sex, kay?"
You furrow your brows, cocking your head backward as you glance at Adrian, "You're joking right?"
She stares, expression unchanging.
Adrian laughs out loud and swings his legs off the recliner, doubled over.
"Alright, alright. That's a bit much." You kick at his hip as he stands up and walks towards the kitchen. It's hard not to let your sleepy eyes fall down to the skin that peeks out of his open robe. You like looking at him, as annoying as he can be.
If those little moments of care weren't enough to remind you of why you kept him around, that body did the trick.
His eyes go wide as he looks between the three of you, "No, no, it's funny because I totally don’t think about kissing you. Ever. Like, not even once. Definitely not last night."
"Mhm." Leota grimaces, and Harcourt pours you a cup of coffee, sliding it across the kitchen counter with a nod.
Adrian stands with his hands at his sides, head turning to follow you as you scramble off the recliner and make it over to the kitchen.
"That was really believable, Adrian." You reach up and ruffle his hair when you walk past, sliding onto a counter stool, "Thanks, Em."
She massages her temples and works her jaw, "Yeah."
"You guys think I'm lying?" Adrian sits next to you, his mouth fallen into a pout.
You and Leota reply "Yes." in the same instance of Harcourt saying "Don't give a shit." and Adrian looks offended by both statements.
He's about to keep talking but Emilia cuts him off with a, "You know what, Adrian?"
His offense melts into a smile as he looks up at her, "No, what?"
"John fell asleep in the bathtub last night I'm suddenly getting afraid he choked on his own vomit in there."
Adrian's up out of his seat with a panicked, "Fuck!" Rushing off to the bathroom and knocking your coffee mug in the process, a few swallows spilling over the rim onto the counter.
Harcourt tosses a paper towel roll at you, and holds the mug up to her mouth, speaking from behind it.
"You really should just put the guy out of his fucking misery already. If not for his sake then for ours."
Wiping coffee off your hand, you shrug, "It's kinda fun seeing him worked up like that. Don't you think?"
You look between the two of them, and receive a resounding, "No!" In unison.
Pairing: Secret Wife! Photographer!female reader x Oscar Piastri
Warnings: Fluffy,
Summary: A relatively famous photographer visits the paddock, and when other drivers try to get with you, boy, is they in for a surprise, much to Logan's amusement and Oscar's demise.
Requested: NO / yes
You rarely come to races; you were in high demand in many areas for many things, weddings, graduations, really anything. You were better than good, better than great.
When you did come, you mostly hid away in Oscar's driving room or a conference room that Zak let you use so you could watch the race but also finish some work.
Today was the first time you were there for just your husband and your job. Zak had wanted to give you something to do and told you to just take pictures; if you wanted, it wasn't so much of a job rather than just something to do if you got bored.
You ran into quite a few drivers, having arrived after your husband and any other driver because you really didn't want to get up when Oscar did.
The other drivers, though, you noticed, started to flirt with you if they had seen you more than once, and the bolder drivers just walked up to you flat out and started flirting.
Oscar and Logan were both talking about 50 feet from where you were, and Logan just kept laughing at the face Oscar kept making every time a new, or the same, driver walked up to you and just started flirting.
It was the last straw when Lando went up to them, maybe because it was his teammate or he was just done, Oscar marched over to you, Logan following, laughing the whole time.
When the two made it to you, it was a surprise that Logan was still standing how could you basically classify him as dying of laughter? It was a shock that he hadn't fallen yet.
"Hey Osc, Lo," You greeted when the two came up to you and Lando, who also greeted the two.
Oscar completely ignored Lando and just pulled you in for a kiss, shocking everyone else and sending Logan to the floor in laughter.
Logan was able to stand before Oscar stopped your kiss, but seeing the look on Lando, as well as other drivers that tried to flirt with you, sent him back into a fit of laughter and then to the ground at your shocked face when the kiss broke.
"Baby, I love you, and I love your kisses, but what was that for?" You ask Oscar after a moment of silence, mostly silence aside from Logan's laughter as he stands again.
"You're my wife, I can't kiss you?" Oscar asks, making Lando's eyes bug out of his head, and Logan starts laughing again at the Brit's face.
"I mean, yeah, but...." You stop mid-sentence as you realize what he did and just shake your head.
"You're married?" Lando questions, "And the American knew? Before me?"
"Yep, I was not just at the wedding, but in it," Logan brags to Lando.
Lando again gasps at the revelation.
Yeah, Oscar had some explaining to do.
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prompt: "Oh? Does that turn you on?"
a/n: sub!spencer lives in my head rent free. i hope you like it, enjoy <3
so, this is a repost beacause the original post got literally 0 notes and i want to see if tumblr is the issue or if it was really my writing 😭 original post + request
warings:18+ MDNI!!, smut, pet names, hand job, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink
pairing: sub!spencer reid x dom!reader I 979 words
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You were standing in the kitchen of your boyfriends flat. Spencer Reid could do a lot of things and knew how to do even more things, but the one thing he never quite mastered, was cooking.
By no means were you a good chef, but you knew you way around a kitchen and could whip up a few meals. Which is why you were currently in Spencers kitchen, showing him how to do a simple lasagna.
"And that's how you do the layers. The key is to stay consistent and make the layers even. Now you go ahead and try, Spence."
Your boyfriend didn't enjoy the cooking as much as the close proximity while you were showing him how to do all the steps, guiding his hands or just hugging him from the side while watching something cook.
Watching Spencer cook away made pride swell in your chest. This wasn't your first cooking lesson and it was definetely a dramatic improvement from your first one, where you had a quick bathroom back and once you returned he managed to completely burn the pasta sauce. He looked like a kicked puppy while you threw the sauce away.
But since then he had gotten significantly better, even surprising you with a home cooked meal on your anniversery.
Once Spencer successfully laid out the next layer of the long pasta and sauce, you couldn't help but smile.
"You did such a good job, you're getting better and better," you knew your boyfriend loved it when you praised him, so you decided to tease him a little bit with it ,"you're such a good boy, Spencer."
That made him stop. Spencer was glad that he wasn't facing you right now, but rather was standing at the counter with you standing behind him to his right, now looking at his face. You immediately saw his blush, but Spencer was glad you couldn't see the boner he was now sporting after hearing his words.
He knew you were teasing him in a way, though you were still earnest. Still, he couldn't keep his body from reacting, the words planting a seed inside of his mind in a place he hadn't dared to discover yet.
You could see immediately what had happened, how your words affected Spencer. A slow smile spread over your face and you stepped closer to him, your lips now directly next to his ear.
"Oh, does that turn you on? I didn't know you liked being called that, though you were always my good boy." Now you were being a bit mean, but you knew that Spencer would tap out if it got too much.
At you calling him a good boy again, Spencers breath hitched. He wasn't surprised that you almost immediately caught on to his feelings.
You reached around his hip, palming his length through his trousers, making Spencer moan. Starting to pepper kisses over his neck, while Spencer leaned against you, just teasing him for now.
"You like that, baby? Me calling you a good boy?" He could hear you so clearly with your mouth directlly to his ear and his cock twitched in reaction to your filthy words.
It took him a moment to register that you asked him a question, but once he did he nodded, putting more of his weight against you.
"Words, baby, I need words. Be a good boy for me or I'll stop."
"Y- Yes, I- uhm, do like it when you call me that. Please, please I need you."
You could feel him throbbing though his trousers, deciding to have some mercy. Slowly undoing his belt and popping open the button of his jeans. Reaching inside you pull out his length, the tip glistening with precum as Spencer let out a relieved sigh.
Taking him in your hand you slowly start to move up and down, spreading the precum on his length. His pretty moans and whines only spurred you on further, not yet increasing your speed, but the grip you had on him, making him gasp.
You knew this was a new situation for the both of you, the dynamic itself already familiar. You decided to test out the waters, Spencer now being able to think clear enough incase he felt uncomfortable with anything.
"Such a good boy for mommy, huh? You like my hand wrapped arounf you?" Spencer moaned at your filthy words, his cock twitching imaptiently in your hand.
"Yes mommy, please more." Jackpot.
You went faster over his length, your free hand wandering to his front as well, slipping under his t-shirt and sprawling out over his stomach, making his muscles contract.
"You're doing so well for me, baby. I can feel you're getting closer."
"Please, mommy, make me cum. I want to be good for you." His breathing was getting more irregular and you could feel him being impossibly close to his high.
"Don't worry baby, yo're already such a good boy for me. Cum for me, cum for mommy."
Your words finally tipped him over the edge, his cum spurting all over his stomach and your hand. You continued to stroke him, your movements slowing down while he calmed down as well.
You peppered kisses onto evey free patch of skin you could reach at the moment and retracted your hand, taking a paper towel to clean you both up. After washing your hands and cleaning up the evidence of your short lived passion, you were ready to get things done.
"Well I'd say you finish the lasagna and then we'll contine. What do you say, Spence?"
With those words you left a stunned and sputtering Spencer behind. He turned around, looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes. But once you gave him a pointed look, he immediately went back to the lasagna.
You were sure you've never seen someone layer anything that fast.
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