hiii bunnyyyyđ€ donât know if this is nasty enough for ya but! pope pussy slapping you because youâre getting too loud while at Smurfs place :(you told him youâd be good but heâs just so thick and itâs so deep from the back. âall you needed to do was just shut the fuck upâ he huffs into your ear âbut you just canât listen can you?â he raises his hand for every time heâs had to repeat himself but this only gives you more incentive for misbehaving
this is beautiful ⥠love me some rough pope
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pope's got you on your back, fucking you with your legs over his shoulders, his grip on your ankles. he's so focused on the way his cock slides in and out of you, your cum making a creamy ring around the base of his cock. fuck--you're so hot. n it feels so good, you can't help yourself when your back is arching off the bed, moaning so loud the neighbors can probably hear. everybody is home, and while pope doesn't really give a fuck, he doesn't want everyone to hear his girl in this vulnerable state.
you're so fucked out, practically crying with how good his cock feels, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you--when you feel a sting on your clit, watching pope slap you, grunting, "shut up. you want everyone to hear you?"
your back bows, a gasp escaping your lips that turns into a drawn out moan at the pain, "pope, fuck!" he slaps you again, leaning down to rest his chest against yours, whispering in your ear, "can't listen, can you? too fucked out?" he lifts back up, hips keep pounding into your pussy, driving you towards another orgasm as he brings his hand down again, causing you to squirt all over him.
you're mewling, crying out to him as he watches with wide eyes, nostrils flaring when he sees what a mess you've made. he fucks you slower, leaning back down, cooing in your ear as he moves your hair from your face, being so so tender, "aww, fuck--baby. 'm sorry, you feel good? made a mess on my cock, you liked that? so pretty."
when you both walk out into the kitchen for dinner, pope's got you tucked under his arm, filling up your water to make sure you're hydrated, grabbing you a plate of food as you sit down. you're wearing one of his big t-shirts and boxers, and everyone takes a look at you over their food. pope glares at them, daring them to say a word about what they heard. his little doll. âĄ
wanna give jack abbot a lap dance, n he canât keep his huge paws off meâkneading and moving my hips along his clothed cock oh my gawwwddd heâd lift up my mini dress to see that iâm not wearing any panties !!! <3333
baran al-hashimi telling you: "just lay down, sweetheart. i wanna ride that pretty pussy of yours," and letting her do all the dirty work, holding your leg up as she rubs her clit against yours.
touching myself to distract me from an anxious spiral im having because i think thats what jack would want me to do to self sootheđ ickyickyicky
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so icky, baby! i love it !!! hope youâre feeling less anxious :(( jack would 100% suggest this when you call him while heâs at work, all anxious n quick breaths, âbabyâdeep breaths for me, there you go. why donât you make yourself feel better till i get home, yeah? play with that pretty pussy, make yourself feel goodâiâll be home soon.â
heâd get home and youâre all fucked out on the bed, had yourself a night with all your favorite toys n he just climbs in, holding you tight, kissing your forehead as he pets your hair, comforting you through the night. <333
I just saw a tik tok prompt for bestfriends dad, Jack and Iâm actually obsessed with your writing.
Would love to see what you think about that <3
hi sage baby!! if iâm being so honest⊠i havenât watched the pitt BUT itâs only because im so squeamish/cant do medical gore :( HOWEVER >:) i have probably read every single jack abbot fic there is because i lurv shawn hatosy⊠so let me try something for you real quickâŠ
best friends dad!jack abbot + 'like what you see?' + pervy old man fantasy drabble :3
*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !
jack abbot has always been an honorable man. he is reliable and solid. his personal history could easily prove that to anyone. he's a veteran who served in the middle east as a combat medic. after his wife passed away, he raised a daughter on his own to grow up to be a smart and accomplished young woman.
he has prided himself on living a fulfilled and morally sound life. ashamed of no part of him and vocal about what he enjoys. and managed to do that... up until he met you.
jacks daughter met you three years ago in her college dorm. he met you shortly after and has spent every waking second since then riddled with face warming, cock hardening shame.
you had pranced into the abbotsâ lives with your confident demeanor, unapologetic attitude and unbelievably short skirts. skirts that made jack lock himself in his room like a pervert when you were over, to avoid a hard on at the sight of your smooth legs and plush thighs.
he feels disgusted with himself at his attraction for you. its wrong. so wrong. you are his daughters friend. his daughters age for christ sake. and he is a god damn attending physician at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. he should be dignified and elicit respect from those around him.
but he is absolutely positive that none of his peers would have any respect for him if they saw him right now. standing in his hallway peeking through the crack you left in the bathroom door.
you're visiting his daughter for one month in the summer, as you always do. earlier, jack had his annual barbecue for the whole neighborhood. he spent the entire evening trying to not ogle your sun screen covered body in your sinful bikini.
its the end of the night now and you must be showering off said sunscreen. well, you are showering it off. he knows because he can see it.
thats right. decorated military veteran jack abbot is peering through the small opening of the bathroom door in his house to look at mirror above the sink. its a bit foggy, but the reflection is clear enough to show you. in the shower. wet and naked.
he is frozen in place as he stares at you. he had just been trying to walk to his bedroom after he finished cleaning up. but... here he is. watching you clean your naked body. he swallows as his eyes fall on your soapy tits that are graced by pretty pebbled nipples. he then looks to your exposed stomach as the water hits it. his breathing picks up as he watches your belly rise and fall with your breathing.
his gaze finally trails downward to the apex of your thighs. jesus christ. he's instantly hard at the sight of your soaked pussy in the shower. in his shower. his hand creeps towards the bulge in his shorts automatically. needing to do something to quell the ache you've been causing in him for fucking years. he's managed to keep his hands off himself at the thought of you all this time. but now, seeing you soaking wet and bare for him... he shakes off the feeling of shame that licks up his spine and finally gives in.
he watches brazenly, pathetically. imagining himself in the shower with you. sure, he would be in his shower chair, but in this fantasy you didn't care about that. you wanted him. disability and all. the thought made jack start to palm himself through his shorts.
he imagines that he would start by washing your hair for you, making sure he covered every part then rinsed out all the soap when he was done. then he would kiss you. slow and exploring to start, wanting to savor every second of the act. tongue slipping into your mouth to feel the way you entangle yours with his. he would keep his hands at your waist, a light touch that wouldn't satisfy either of you. once you pressed your naked chest to his, begging for more, he'd give it to you. gripping your thighs and yanking you down onto his chair with him.
standing in the hallway, jack starts to pant as quietly as he can to not draw your attention to him, rubbing himself almost too aggressively.
back in his perverted fantasy, once you were spread on top of him, he would take two of his fingers and circle your opening until you were whining against his mouth. only when you uttered the word "please" would he shove his thick digits inside you, pairing the movement with a raspy "good girl". you would moan his name so sweetly and clench so tightly around him as he worked you, pushing his fingers in and out as you humped his hand.
he would take his time to learn you. taking note of what made your back arch, what made you gush onto his palm and what made your eyes roll back. he would talk to you the whole time, saying things like "you feel so good baby, so tight for me." and "you like that huh? oh yeah, i feel it honey. you're squeezin me like you love it."
jack bites his lip as he watches you bend over, showing off your backside in the shower. your ass is supple and leads to the legs that are spread wide for him in his mind. he swallows down a groan as he starts to grind his clothed cock against his hand uncontrollably.
in his mind, he is curling his fingers against your silky walls as you grip his salt and pepper hair, pressing his thumb to your achey clit and rubbing in firm circles, causing you to shudder and pulse around him. with one final "cant wait to feel how this pussy squeezes my cock baby", he would suck your tongue into his mouth. you would cry out, coming on his hand as you chanted his name, kissed at his face and scratched at his chest, blind with pleasure.
jack imagines how tight you are as you released all over his fingers, what expressions would cross your pretty face. next, he'd rock your core against the head of his painfully hard dick. he'd demand that you "ask for it nicely sweetheart." and you would. god, you would beg for it. you would whimper desperately for him. you would say over and over-
"like what you see mr. abbot?"
your sickly sweet voice snaps him out of his depraved fantasy, to see you staring at him in the mirrors reflection. you have on a sly smile and you don't even halt your movements as you massage soap suds onto your tits.
jacks eyes blow wide, having been caught red fucking handed even though you don't look alarmed at all. his jaw drops but no words come out. your gaze drops to his crotch, to where he's still pathetically humping his hand, and bite your lip.
it takes all of three seconds with your eyes on his erection to make him sober up. he snatches his hand away from his cock and yanks the bathroom door shut. he hears you giggle as his forehead falls against the wood.
after a minute of staring down at his torturously hard dick that still strains through his shorts, he turns and walks the rest of the way down the hall. feeling disgusted with himself at what he just did. or what he just started to do. seeing as he didn't even finish.
and its a good thing he didn't. because once jacks prosthetic is off and he is laying in his bed in the dark, his mid races.
what the fuck did he just do? what if you told his daughter? what if you told your parents?
his stomach churns with shame. jesus christ he was so fucking sick.
he stood there, and touched himself to a twenty-something-year-old taking a shower. he watched you stand there all wet, lather yourself up with soap, run your hands all over your body how he wishes he could and-
he squeezes his eyes shut and swallows his last molecule of pride, shoving his hand back down his pants.
even if he never sees you again because you called the cops on him or your parents kill him rightfully so, he might as well complete the fantasy. right?
and, when jack comes inside you in his mind and in his hand in his lonely reality, all he can think about is your knowing smile when you caught him.
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part two where they fuck and she calls him dad anyone????
đ” â younger girlfriend squirting with jack abbot . 18+
you tell jack whoâs been knuckles deep inside your pussy for the past hour that something feels weirder than usual, as youâre sitting in between his legs â your back pressed against his chest with your thighs parted giving him the perfect amount of access needed to pleasure you.
âwhatâs wrong, baby?â he murmurs against your temple with a gentle kiss as his calloused digits are rhythmically plunging in and out of your hole. curling his fingers sweet into that spongey spot inside of you, itâs almost cruel the way he knows exactly how to make you lose it. âit feels weird.â you testify, eyes fixated on the recurring disappearance of your boyfriendâs fingers inside of you.
âyeah? tell me what feels weird, hm.â he hums, feeling you shift and squirm against him as he holds one of your legs open by the backside of your knee. and you can barely utter the words from your mouth, âyour fingers keep pressing against my bladder, its making me feel like i have to goâ go to the bathroom.â you bite down on your bottom lip.
every time jackâs fingers plunge back inside you, it feels as if youâre peeing yourself already. as if the motion of his fingers are forcing that specific release from you. âthat so?â you feel his chest rumble against you as he lets out a gruff chuckle, âthatâs good then. thatâs the feeling you want when it starts feeling good, sweetheart.â he reassures, as your walls pulse around his fingers.
you whine, throwing you head back against his shoulder. each drag of his digits bringing you closer, and closer towards the edge as you let out soft moans.
jack letâs out an impressed whistle once he starts to feel your hips rock into hand. âfuckâ it feels good.â you moan warm against the side of his neck, âso good i might actually pee.â which earns a low, amused groan from jack.
âmhmm, you gonna make a mess on my hand?â he lifts his thumb up, before pressing mean against your swollen clit making you jolt. âwâwait!â you stammer, throwing your hands towards jackâs forearm in attempt to halt his movements as he shakes his head in disapproval. âuh-uh, canât have you telling me to stop now.â he rasps, pressing circles around your nub as it twitches under the pad of this thumb.
âcâmon and show me how messy you can get.â his breath fans warm against your cheek, before your bodyâs involuntarily letting loose. your body is shaking, and your walls are caving in around jackâs digits as youâre whimpering. âthaatâs it, babyâ give it to me.â he groans, targeting that sweet spot inside of you, before youâre making a wet mess all over yourself.
âmmgh, jackâ jack.â youâre whimpering as slight humiliation fills your chest, though the pleasure is far too euphoric as he coaxes every last drop out of you. âatta girl.â he nudges his mouth against the side of your head to whisper in your ear. âi love nasty girls.â he groans.
hi babes!! what kinds of lingerie do you think pope would like?? i think he would definitely like stockings (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶)
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hi, honey !!! ohhh pope would love stockings. loves the way your thighs spill outta them, loves tugging them down, kissing and biting as he follows the fabric. making you keep them on, throwing your legs over his shoulders so he can take a bite out of them anytime he wants. loves the way your feet look in them, the way your legs lookâso fucking soft and creamy.
i also think he loves a garter belt. loves how it sits on your waistâthinks you look so sexy in one !!! loves to buy them for you, making you do little twirls for him as he sits on the bed, his hands spinning you around to get a good look at every angle. <3
interested in how you think pope would be like initiating make up sex, or even break up sex? in the mood for a little more angst i guess!
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âi canât do this anymore!â you exclaim from your spot on the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest as you watch pope walk around the room, getting ready to leave with his brothers on a job.
he rolls his eyesâitâs always the same shit with you. worried about his safety, worried if heâs going to come home, make it in time for dinner. âitâs going to be fine, this should be a pretty easy lift, just a bank.â
you sniffle, a wave of frustration and sadness flowing through your body as you stand up, ânoâno iâm serious, andrew. iâm done. iâm not doing this anymore. feeling sick to my stomach every time you leaveâworried that youâll even come home. i canât do it!â
watching you stand there, hair all messy from sleep, naked body under the blanket, he takes a deep breathârealizing he needs to calm you down before he leaves. with outstretched hands he approaches you, âbabyâitâs alright. iâll be back, please donât cry.â
n you step back, head held confidently, âno. if you go, i wonât be here when you get back.â pope freezes for a second, in all your arguments like this, youâve never said something like that. he keeps walking towards youâsettling his hands on each side of your face, wiping your tears. slowly n softly, he nudges you, making you step backâthe back of your knees hitting the bed, laying you down.
âpopeââ you warn as he unfolds the blanket from your body, ignoring you. breathing picking up, he takes in your body, how fucking perfect you are, how fucking his. with you sprawled out on the bed, he lifts up, unbuttoning his jeansâtaking out his fat cock.
your body runs hot, unable to control the way your pussy responds to seeing him like this, âandrew! are you listening to me?â wordlessly he leans down, chest to chest as he kisses down your neck, rubbing his cock against your folds. you moan, arching your backâyou canât help it.
he hums, sliding into you easily, âyou wonât leaveâyouâll stay right here in bed n wait for me like the good little doll you are.â you whimper, feeling so full as he fucks you slowly, pumping in and out.
âcanât leave me. feel the way i fit perfectly into this pussy? sheâd miss meââ he fucks you faster, leaving you a mess under him, bed creaking with every thrust.
âsay it. say you wonât leave me.â he grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks together, makes you look at him as you nod, mumbling, âw-wonât leaveââ
he releases you harshly, picking up your legs to throw over his shoulders, grunting, âgood.â
