making out with jack and he has to keep reminding you to slow down…
MDNI 18+
based of this perfect ask from my sexy hot mootie 🫶🏽
Jacks got you perched on his lap on his couch, his big hands resting on your hips, slowly guiding them back and forth on his bulky thighs. Your arms are draped over his shoulders, tangling in the curls that rest at the nape of his neck.
You’ve been making out on his couch for about a half hour now, and it’s agonizing. You’re sure if you were to get up there’d be a wet splotch on his jeans from how wet you are.
But every time you try to speed things up he’s slowing you down again. Both of your chins slick with saliva, you move your lips quicker against his, pushing your head forward to get impossibly closer.
But he’s raising a big rough hand to your chin, pinching it between his fingers and manually slowing down your movements. You can feel the sleazy smirk he’s wearing as you whine and your hips buck up once more, his hand finally sliding off your face back down your body.
“Stop whinin’” he’s growling roughly from the time his voice has been idle it’s gone a little raspy, “got all the time we want, promise I’m gonna make you feel good, just wanna kiss on you a little” he’s whispering against your mouth before sloppily licking his own saliva off your chin and shoving it back into your mouth with his tongue.
Every time you speed up, even if you don’t notice it, he’s grabbing you and easing your jaw, pulling it down as he licks into your mouth, and slowly pushing it back up to connect with his own lips to yours, setting a speed, a rhythm. He’s nodding when you finally catch onto the speed he’s content with “theeree ya’ go” you can feel his teeth against your lips when he smiles and lets out a little “you’re learning now hm?”
And you’re just nodding and whimpering, hips grinding harder against his jeans.
Husband! Sammy Bryant dealing with his horny drunk wife <3
MDNI 18+
warnings: intox, oral (f receiving), afab, a lot of whining lol, not read over srry <3
You’re whining into his neck, his big rough hands settled on your hips as you shove your face deeper into his freckled skin. He’s still in uniform, having picked you up from the bar after you called him tipsy and giggling and he came and took you home.
“Js’ call in” you whisper into his neck, slipping your skirt down your legs, your sticky panties following. “You know I can’t angel” he grunts lowly, hands squeezing at your bare flesh and his eyes fluttering shut as you kiss his neck.
“Sammy” you whine, falling back onto the bed and crawling up to the pillows as he watches you. You let your legs fall apart slowly, sticky wet pussy glimmering in the dim lighting of your shared home.
Sammy lets out a deep sigh, hand moving down to adjust his stiffening cock in his pants. “Baby.” he says sternly, “this isn’t fair.” He watches as you lower your left hand down, toying with your clit and your pretty wedding ring catching on the light.
“Just want my husband cock, s’ that so bad” you pout, big doe eyes blinking up at him. “You know I gotta get bac..” he trails off, his eyes glazing over as he stumbles towards you a bit. “You don’t want me anymore Sammy? That it?” You whine, finger pumping inside you.
His big hand is moving over his budge in his pants. “You know that ain’t it.” He growls, the walkie on his side beeping a loud crunchy ‘BRYANT’ as he curses. “I really do gotta go angel” he says lowering himself onto his on knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your sides.
He spits a couple times on your pussy as you gasp, watching it run down and coat your folds before he leans in and attaches his mouth to you, slurping it back up. He growls loudly into your cunt as you tug on his hair, his walkie still barking his name before he pulls away. “There, that should hold you over till m’ back hm?”
He leans over you, kissing you roughly before pulling back and then kissing you once more sweetly. “I love you, I’ll be back as soon as I get off” he knows you’ll be sleeping by the time he gets home, but that small taste of your cunt is enough to keep him going for a lifetime.
You whine as he pulls away, sleep already prominent in your voice and he chuckles, adjusting his pants one more time before leaving the house and locking the door.
Husband!Andrew Cody who sets it in stone in your house that Sundays are for cleaning.
MDNI 18+
He's pounding on your kids doors, waking them up while holding a dirty laundry basket. "Hey get up! Help your momma clean this house." He's shouting at the closed doors.
You're smiling, wiping down a counter as a fall breeze floats through an open window. Soft halloween beats playing from your TV in the living room. Andrew's kissing your cheek in passing on his way to the laundry room.
Your kids emerge sleepily from their rooms, groaning and sitting at the island where you put plates of breakfast in front of them. Andrew comes back and you pop a strawberry into his mouth before he kisses you.
Your kids groan and whine with a couple "gross"s and that only makes you kiss him harder and they groan again, making you pull away giggling. It smells like pumpkin candle you have burning in your living room all through the house.
He smiles and stands behind you as you watch them eat and talk about their Saturday nights. Your husband cages you in from behind hands setting against the marble of the island as he leans his chin on your shoulder, listening in too.
"You" he points to your son, "are gonna vacuum the living room after you eat, and you", he points to your twin daughter, "are gonna mop this kitchen after you eat, hm?" He rounds the island, grabbing the sides of both their heads and kissing them before nodding towards your shared bedroom.
You pour them some orange juice and then follow him. He pulls you in, closes the door and presses you against it, kissing your neck. "Andrew" you giggle, hands landing on his shoulders, he grunts into your neck.
"Love you s' much." He says lowly, nipping at your earlobe. "Love the life we've built." You swallow thickly pulling back and cupping his face in your hands. "I love you too" you frown in adoration, pecking him on the lips.
He growls and picks you up by the bottom of your thighs, and laying you back against the bed as you giggle kissing him. He crawls over you just as you hear the vacuum start in the living room.
Sammy Bryant who sits on the toilet lid while you’re taking a bath, he’s talking about his day at work as he just watches you and yaps. Until you start touching yourself and his brain short circuits.
MDNI 18 +
warnings: fingering, afab, lowkey mean Sammy for like a second, probably improper grammar I wrote this quickly sorry!! <33
“-so the guy takes off running, and it’s like, man, we’ve got cars we’ve got people we’re gonna get ya’.” His hands are motioning while he tells you a story about what happened today and your humming and nodding along, hands sloshing in the bubbly water while your eyes drag along his body.
Sammy keeps talking theatrically about the case he was on, spoon clicking against the glass bowl at his ice cream, his eyes surprisingly doing pretty good staying trained on your face, a couple flickers to your tits but you can’t blame him.
You nod softly pretending to listen at whatever your pretty husband is talking about now, eyes dragging down to his thighs, stretching tightly against his uniform, you can see a slight bulge where his cock lives.
Your hand starts in your hair, playing with it a little as Sammy keeps talking, watching your face as you hum and smile softly. Slowly, it begins to slide down to your collarbones, tracing them gently with your fingertips. He’s stumbling a bit in his words now but for the most part doing pretty good.
Soon enough your hands are kneading at your pretty titties, humming softly and nodding at his story, you can see him swallow thickly and pause his talking as he watches your hands. “then what happened Sammy?” you ask softly, smirking with your eyes on his.
His eyes snap to meet yours again with raised eyebrows like he’d been caught, “oh uh, then we-“ he trails off with a shaky breath as one of your hands dips lower onto your abdomen and disappears into the bubbly water. You give him a small nod of encouragement to keep talking but you can see his jaw working already.
“we…fuck baby what’re you doin’?” his voice is strained and small as he watches you, one hand still on your tit, the other toying at your clit under the water. “m’ listening to your- day sammy.” you breath out, biting at your bottom lip.
he lets out a low chuckle of amusement and sets the bowl against the counter top with a clink before he’s on his knees next to the tub, at eye level with you now. “yeah? that it?” your tummy flutters at the tone of his voice, the one he uses in bed.
you give an innocent nod, not really trusting words right now, Sammy can see your hand working your pretty cunt under all the bubbles. “fuck baby, you’re killing me.” he’s whispering against your forehead before kissing you deeply and slowly, his big hand moving to grab a fistful of your hair to tilt your head back for a deeper angle.
His hand starts to trail down to yours, pushing it off your tit and replacing it with his own, pinching at your nipple as your hips buck against your own hand. “s-sammy” you’re whimpering into his mouth.
“dirty fucking girl couldn’t even wait til she was outta the bath hm?” his hands shoving yours off your pussy and plunging into you with no warning making you cry out. “Sammy was gonna take care of his baby after she got out, but ya’ couldn’t fuckin’ wait.” he’s growls into your mouth before biting your bottom lip and squeezing your tit in his hand.
His thumb moves to circle your clit, hips bucking against it eagerly. “M’ sorry sammy, just needed you.” your whining. “yeah yeah.” he’s sucking roughly at your neck now, biting it a little making you cry out again. “Fuck sammy i’m gonna come.” you’re shaking against his hands as he’s kneeling along side the tub.
He nods and moves back to kiss you, continuing his hand movements against you. “yeah? gonna come in your bath? filthy girl.” he’s chuckling and shaking his head as you nod and clench around his fingers. Your hands moving to grab at his hair.
When you come down from your high Sammy’s kissing your forehead and helping you up, wrapping you in a fluffy towel and pulling you against his body while telling you how good you did.
Telling Andrew Pope Cody you want to have a baby with him…
MDNI 18+
warnings: afab, smut, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, dirrrtttyyy talk, hints of lactation kink? probably a little ooc pope causes he’s a filthy dirty talker in this loll <3
He walks into your shared home one night after a job that went well, so he’s already in a good mood and wanting his woman, but when he sees you at the computer, eyes red and your nose sniffling he freezes, then approaches you.
“sweetheart, what’s wrong?” His voice is soft as he comes behind you, lightly rubbing circles on the top of your back. His eyes trail to the dim screen, ‘Best Time to Start Trying for a Baby’ some article glows and his heart skips a couple beats in his chest. “I want a baby” you whisper shakily, as he spins you in the desk chair to face him.
His pretty face breaks into a smile, his eyes starting to burn a little. “yeah?” He whispers back, voice breaking. You nod, bottom lip wobbling a bit, you don’t know why you’re crying, maybe scared he’ll say no, or brush you off, or because your ovulating and your emotions are heightened.
“then let’s have a baby.” he whispers through shaky breaths, leaning down and tipping your chin up with his fingers to meet your lips with his own. You sigh relief into it, letting your eyes flutter shut as his lips move against yours gently. “when?” You pull back, a little weary. “no time like now.” He whispers, picking you up from the chair and cradling under your thighs while carrying you to the bedroom.
You look a little shocked while he carries you, arms wrapped around his neck, “really?” Pope hums and kisses your neck, kicking the bedroom door shut and laying you back on the bed. He moves to hover over you, forearms resting on each side of your head, hands brushing hair out of your face gently as he kisses you.
He kisses down your neck, leaving huffs at your sweet airy whines of his name, soft “andy” leaving your lips. He buries his nose in the crook of your neck where it meets your shoulder and inhales the smell of you. “love you s’ much” he mumbles into your skin, his hand pushing past the waistband of your shorts, into your panties.
His fat middle finger pad starts flicking at your clit, making you gasp into his mouth, back arching up off the mattress a little, hips grinding into his hand. He smiles against your lips as you pant against them. “yeah?” he whispers into your mouth, kissing at it.
Your moaning as he pushes two fingers inside your wet hole, thumb landing on your clit, circling it perfectly in rhythm with his fingers curling into the spongy spot deep inside you. “f-feels so good andy.” You’re whimpering into his lips, moving your head up to kiss at his cheeks and throat, kissing his Adam’s apple as he swallows.
“I know baby, gotta stretch my girl out ‘fore I pump her full o’ me.” He growls, hand speeding up, cupping your pussy as his fingers work you. Once he feels you clench around his fingers he pulls them away, lifting them to his mouth and sucking them as you whine at the feeling of the loss of them.
He tugs your shorts and underwear off as you pull your shirt off, then you do the same to him as he unbuckles his belt and kicks off his jeans and boxers. His cock springs out against his lower tummy, sitting against the pudge all pink and leaky. He moves over you again, hands back in your hair as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. His chests pressed against yours.
He’s slobbering against your neck when he pushes into you. You both gasp at the stretch. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch. You struggle a little bit, no matter how many times you take him you’ll never be used to his size, eyes squeezing shut and breathing through your nose. “theerree ya go angel, almost there, you got it.”
He’s grunting little praises into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. Once he settles, his tip nuzzling your cervix the pain turns to pleasure, your back arches off the mattress and presses impossibly closer to him. “Yeah? Feeling better?” he whispers, starting to move. You nod breathlessly, grabbing at his shoulders and squeezing around his cock.
“fuck” he whimpers against your shoulder, moving his mouth to your nipples as he speeds up, now pumping in and out of you. “Can’t wait, my girls are gonna get so big and heavy, so full for our baby.” He whispers against them, flicking his tongue against your pebbled nipple.
“andrew” you moan into his shoulder, clenching harshly around his cock, making his hips stutter, pounding into you roughly, every thrust hitting your cervix. “Gonna let me fill ya’ up? Let me pump you full of a baby?” He whispers into your mouth, biting at your bottom lip. You nod eagerly, his thumb drops to your clit, “come on baby, better chances if we cum at the same time” he smiles against your lips.
You feel the pleasure flood from your tummy and down your body, gasping and throwing your head back into the pillows, clenching around him. “yeeaah, good girl” he chuckles into your shoulder, grunting as he cums inside you. He stays buried inside you a few seconds before pulling out halfway and slamming back into you a couple times, you’re letting out little ‘uh uh uh’s at it, making your legs shake. “Sorry Angel, gotta make sure it sticks.” He pants.
After a while you feel him pull out, his cum dripping down your cunt and between your thighs, he buries his head into your shoulder, kissing it sweetly, “you’re gonna make the best mom.” He whispers.
“you’re gonna be the best dad.” You whisper back, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. He pulls back to look you in the eyes, tears welling in his, “yeah?” He whispers insecurity full in his voice. You smile up and him, brushing curls off his sweaty forehead and nod, “yeah.”
“I love you.” You both whisper at the same time, making each other giggle into another skin before kissing sweetly.
He sits by the tub while you’re talking a bath, occasionally dipping his hand into the water to make sure you’re not going to overheat. He’s carefully reading the label of the bubble bath you used and googling it following the words ‘pregnant women’.
He goes with you to every single appointment, asking more questions than you do. On the way home he makes sure your seatbelt doesn’t slip over your stomach, he absolutely never lets you drive.
Anything you eat he’s googling if it’s ever affected any pregnant woman. He has absolutely no problem waking up in the middle of the night and run to the gas station to grab your weird cravings.
He measures your stomach every week to make sure you’re growing at an acceptable healthy rate. He buys one of those high dollar at home ultrasound machines and checks your baby’s heart every Sunday.
He makes sure to buy the best prenatal, doing hours of research on them before paying $70 a bottle. He buys the safest car seat and stroller, he buys you a new car, making sure its crash test is almost perfect.
He’s nervous about sex, asking the doctors if they’re sure it’s okay. He insists on only thrusting his cock halfway inside you in missionary so you flip the both of you and take him fully. He groaning and snapping his eyes open, gasping your name and putting a hand on your belly.
Bonus: after the baby if you ever have a clogged milk duct he absolutely never gets grossed out or hesitates to suck it out, soothing your breast with his hand to try to help ease the pain.
That’s his baby and his woman!!!! He does not play about y’all.
The ring Andrew Pope Cody gives you is big. That’s all he’s ever known. All Smurfs rings are big, the ring Baz gave Cath is big, yours is big. It sits gold plated beautifully 6 carats diamond square cut. It’s a little big for your finger he didn’t have much time to see the size when he plucked it out from behind the counter. But it’s yours, it’s you completely. It’s signifies that your his and every time he sees it his cock gets a little leaky in his boxers.
The ring Jack Abbot gets you is timeless. It’s timeless but it’s bold. It’s silver all around, paired with a diamond wedding band sitting comfortably beneath it. He happily takes you to get it cleaned every month. It’s medium, around 2-3 carats, round and absolutely stunning. Everyone compliments you on it when they see it, smiling and grabbing at your hand while Jack watches with a proud smile.
The ring Sammy Bryant gives you is on the smaller side, but no less valuable. It has three main diamonds in a row with a thin band, it’s thin in general and has a classical beautiful shine to it. He gave it to you when you two were younger, so it sits naturally on your pretty hand. Every time Sammy holds your hand he toys with it, spinning it around on your finger. It’s something that you could wear forever, and you plan to.
Being Pope’s gf and after he gets out of prison he just can’t handle causal nudity. He’s just tooo pent up!
MDNI 18+
You being so excited when he surprises you that after you spend a whole three days glued to his side you finally part, him going to see his family finally and you, shopping.
You hit Victoria secret the hardest, pretty bras and panties on the check out counter as you smile, getting out your card and paying. Coming back to your apartment popes already there, sitting stiffly on your couch.
“Andy” you sing excitedly, prancing over to him and plopping down on his lap, throwing the bag someone on the couch. He leans his forehead into your shoulder, breathing you in. “What’d you get up to today?” You ask, twirling his hair in your fingers.
He tells you, his eyes trailing down your body to where you’re sitting on his lap, then over to the bag. “Well,” you say, rolling off him and grabbing the bag. “I got some new pieces” you smile, dumping the bag out.
He watches you, seemingly relaxing a little finally. You stand up, pulling your tank top over your head without thinking, turning towards the standup mirror you have in the corner and unclasping your bra, grabbing the other.
It’s not sexual at all, it’s simply undressing and pulling tags off of a new bra. But Pope’s eyes are suddenly glued to the floor. You put it on and squeal turning towards him “what’d you think?” You ask twirling.
He grunts, eyes still on the carpet. “Andy” you ask softly, pushing your jeans down and grabbing the panties. He glances up and you and then quickly back down to the ground when he sees you pulling the baby pink thong up your thighs.
He can feel his cock stiffening in his jeans, his hands interlinked over it, trying to hide it. You smirk a little to yourself “m’ just changing andy” you giggle, turning back to the mirror “we’ve had sex everyday since you’ve been out, you can look” you smile, watching him through the mirror.
His eyes trail up your body slowly, letting out a shaky breath he stand up. You watch him with a smile and nod of little encouragement. His hands shake a little as he comes behind you, before resting them on your hips, pulling you back into him. He trails his nose from your shoulder to your ear, inhaling you.
“S’ good to me” he mutters into your skin, making you giggle and lean further back into his broad body. One of your hands trail up to his hair and run through it while he plants little kisses to your neck. Eventually he looks at you in the mirror and almost whimpers. His hands moving to paw at your tits that are covered in a pretty lacy baby pink bra.
You smile, watching him through the mirror, knowing you won’t be trying anymore on tonight.
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im half asleep so this isn’t perfect or read over for mistakes, sorry 😴
