﹂Contains: mentions of cheating/infidelity, gender neutral reader (can be male/no specifications), handjob (character receiving), slight overstimulation
Jeff gets drunk after Shauna's secret affair comes to light. He has you, his best bud (besides Randy), look after him in the meantime.
With how much he drank his bladder eventually urges him to go to the restroom so you offer to help him out.
The feeling of your warm calloused hand holding his cock so he doesn't make a mess has him thinking about other things. He can feel himself getting half hard in your palm, but he blames it on the alcohol.
However, his eyes linger on your lips for a second too long as you tell him 'it's no big deal.' He somehow ends up babbling on about how attractive you look whenever you help out at his furniture store on your days off.
Lugging around the sets from place to place, unloading boxes from the trucks and what not. The way your muscles strain underneath your shirt has more often than not left him feeling hot under the collar.
In the past he'd excuse himself to rub one out in his back office. Finally letting his imagination run wild when he's alone— thinking about those arms of your wrapped around him, hands roaming his body as you indulge him.
When Jeff feels your chest pressed more firmly against his back he comes back to the present, half embarrassed and tempted to ask you for a favor. And it seems like the pitiful expression on his face was enough for you to catch onto his thoughts.
Slowly stroking his cock to full mast as his head lulls back onto your shoulder— you're the only reason he's able to stand upright at the moment, his legs feel like jelly.
He throbs and twitches in your hand, soft whimpers and mewls spilling past his lips with quiet pleas for more. He should feel guilty or some remorse, but with how rough things are between him and his wife, he can't find it in himself to fully care or think rationally right now.
When your thumb presses against his sensitive leaky tip he nearly keens, hands quickly scrambling to grab your wrist or forearm as his mind gets more hazy and muddled. It's almost overwhelming how good your touch feels.
He can't from proper words without slurring them or trailing off into small moans. His hips bucking into your fist, stuttering and faltering until he squeezes his eyes shut. Flashes of white explode behind his eyelids as he makes a mess all over your hand.
His breath comes out in short shakey pants, vision all blurry and dazed when he opens his eyes. Though they don't last open for long as your fist keeps sliding up and down his cock, palm now slick with his cum.
It doesn't seem like he needed much encouragement to get hard again— stiffening once more and whining at the overstimulation. "You can handle it, can't you Jeff?"
hiiiii omg i saw ur writing for jeff and i went feral, if i may request....👉👈
him finding out his pretty, perky gf is a squirter at some point and it makes him go absolutely pussy drunk just making out with her slick hole (only if thats ok im so sorry if this is too graphic omgggg i have brainrot apologies)
sweetheart, have you been on my blog??? /lh /nm
cw: fem!reader, squirting, oral, overstimulation, tiny bit of manhandling if you squint, praise
he didn't expect.. that to happen. you were sprawled out underneath him, one leg hooked over his shoulder as he quickly worked his fingers against your gspot, you heard his soft encouragement as he felt you get closer to the edge. he wanted to see you fall apart for him, deciding you needed one last push. his lips wrapped around your swollen, sensitive clit, it was over for you. within mere seconds you felt everything hit you - a loud gasp by a string of apologies as you squirted all over his fingers and arm, even his face.
Jeff was mesmerised to say the least. he had never made any of his partners squirt before; not like that anyway. but God, he knew he needed more. and who are you to deny him? poor you, now lying pinned underneath him, thighs resting on his broad shoulders as his big hands wrapped around your hips, holding them down onto the soaking wet spot on the sheets, tongue tracing around your vulva, pressing into your cunt occasionally.
his face was sticky, you were shaking in his grip, but he didn't let off. "just one more time.. please darling.." he murmured against you, immediately suckling on your clit. you lost count at how many orgasms he had ripped from your body by now, how many times you he made you squirt. yet he couldn't help himself, wanting to see you do it once again. "for me.. you can do it, c'mon.." he pleaded, almost begging you at this point. tears were building in your eyes as you tried to buck your hips, sobbing softly from the overstimulation, but he refused to let go. not until he got what he wanted. his thumbs soothingly rubbed your skin, calming and grounding you a bit.
"shh.. it's okay... you can do it; come on.." he dipped his face into your pussy again, words slurring slightly as he already latched onto you again, making out with your poor, sopping hole until you squited again, the liquid hitting hid shoulder slightly as he leaned up, skilled fingers rubbing your clit all through it. "just like that.. that's a good girl.."
Shauna having a fail marriage because she’s a closeted lesbian? Boring, predictable.
Shauna being bi and having a fail marriage because she’s incapable of not corrupting everything she touches? Delicious, sensational.
Shauna wants to believe she lives an awful life but she has normal angsty teen and a normal loving husband who are desperate for her affections. She lives a good life but isn’t satisfied so she destroys it. It’s like when you’re depressed so you think everyone hates you and no one loves you but as you start to get better you realize you just had a fucked up world view. Unfortunately Shauna can’t and wont have that kind of introspection. She is the rot. She is the poison that drips through.
