Your Mom

20 yes I changed my username again. I'm very indecisive.

[lostalioth]

(smut) dbf! jack abbot- this is lowkey a wild ask so it's completely up to you if you want to write it or not but... like soft smut where reader is scared of pelvic floor exams. asked jack about pain with penetration and he said he'd examine them if they wanted that. time passes before reader finally agrees, jack coming over to their apartment- let's just say it ends with stubble burns against their thighs.

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✦. ─ cw: dbf!jack abbot x younger fem!reader, 3.2k wc, fluff, smut, medical inaccuracies, nicknames [kid, sweetheart, honey], inappropriate physical pelvic exam turned oral, prob missed some.

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⟡ DBF!JACK ABBOT AU M.LIST

As you had gotten older, you allowed your yearly pelvic exam to come and go. Sometimes you would get the courage to make the appointment and tell yourself this year you’re gonna do it. You’re gonna face the music, anxiety be damned and go get checked out. Then as it inched closer and closer to the date you chicken out and cancel.

 

You were beyond scared of getting one. You knew exactly why too, losing your virginity had not been nearly as fun as all your friends made it out to be, sex hurt. When you told your girlfriends this they looked at you a little funny and asked maybe he didn’t do it right, it wasn’t exactly supposed to be painful, not the whole time anyway. So you did a few experiments of your own, cause maybe they were right and the guy just i don’t know did it wrong?

You bought a toy, a not too big but average to smaller sized dildo, online as going in store was too much to handle. And one night when your college roommates were out, you tried using it but it hurt just the same, you even tired just using your fingers but that wasn’t much better. From then on for years, you avoided sex as much as you could. All subsequent boyfriends who managed to persuade you into it just told you it'd be “Much better with me trust me baby” and it never really was. 

When you bring it up to one of your friends again, they point something out that you had been trying to avoid thinking of. “Hey, isn't one of your dads friends a doctor or something? Why haven’t you asked him about it?” oh that guy. Yeah the one you are kinda a little too attracted to who’s not just your fathers friend but his best friend, who makes your brain short circuit each time he calls you sweetheart? That one. Yeah you’d rather not talk about how sex is painful to the older man, who is the closest person to your father. You just might have to though if you ever wanna actually enjoy sex in your life. 

When you see Jack a few days later for your dads weekly dinner night he hosts, you manage to pull him away telling your dad it’s private girly medical related questions, he shuts up shortly after that. 

“What's up kid you okay?” Jack asks, concern evident in his voice. You rarely asked him anything medical and he was a bit worried you’re about to ask him how long is it normal for a woman to go without getting her period. “How…” you squeak out. Oh god here it comes. Before you start again you clear your throat. “How um common is, you know pain during sex…” the word sex leaves your lips in a meek and quiet tone, Jack tries his best not to chuckle as to not embarrass you further, but he’s happy it's not the question he was expecting. “Pretty common kid, at least the first time” he explains calmly, his casual demeanor easing your anxiety only a bit. “And how about every time?”

The idea of you having sex multiple times shouldn't be making Jack's chest ache the way it is, you’re a young beautiful girl after all, he tries telling himself it’s only cause it’s apparently painful and he cares for you. This time he straightens up a bit, “if the guys aren’t being rough, it's less common, it shouldn’t be every time” he watches as your eyes go a little wide and shake your head no in response to the first half of his statement. “Have you had an exam lately kid?” This is a purely professional question so it shouldn’t feel as dirty as it does coming out of his mouth.

“I um normally cancel them” Jack can only sigh out in a bit of frustration. “You should really get them regularly sweetheart” he misses the way your thighs lightly squeeze together at the use of the nickname. “I’m scared s’ all, anything going um inside hurts and doctors offices only make me more nervous” you explain. He smooths a hand over your hair, sympathy lacing his voice. “it’s okay i don’t mean to make you feel bad about it kid i swear” “How-” he stops himself, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was debating something in his head. “What?” you prompt, trying your hardest to not buckle at the knees from the way he’s practically petting your head. Physical touch is a quite rare thing between you too minus a few hugs on birthdays or pats on the back. “How about I give you one?’ oh sweet jesus that sounds wrong. He clears his throat, his face a little flush now at his own words but he doesn’t backtrack. “I’m a doctor, that you know, so it’s less scary” “No appointment needed if that makes you more comfortable” as you are processing his words he continues on. “I could do it at your apartment, where ever you feel most comfortable”

  

Your throat shouldn't feel as dry as it does, but the idea of Jack examining your pussy makes your head spin and slick settle between your legs a little. Maybe you should just see a regular random doctor, not one you have a wildly inappropriate crush on. You leave him with a small “Thank you, I'll think about it” and run off with the excuse of using the bathroom. You leave before Jack that night without much of any goodbye to him, he tries not to dwell on it, he really hopes he didn’t upset you.

You however dwell for days on Jack’s suggestion. Without the underlying nerves you feel because of being attracted to him, it is a good idea. You’d feel far more comfortable, maybe too comfortable being examined by him rather than a doctor you hardly know. You don’t bring it up to anyone as you’re too embarrassed but you think about it for days. When you get a reminder for the last gyno appointment you were brave enough to make, you cancel it without another thought and text Jack. 

All he does is thumbs up your message but for the next few hours you are anxious as all hell while waiting for him to knock on your door. You had given yourself the time both to calm down but also clean your apartment. Even though he was literally coming over to give you a vaginal exam and wouldn't care what your place looked like, you wanted it to be neat. Even if this was going to be probably the weirdest event in your life to date.

You are startled out of your train of thought by a knock at the door, you glance at the clock — 3pm exactly. Damn older men and their punctuality or was it a doctor thing? Shaking your head you nervously make your way to open the door, greeting Jack with a little awkward wave. He chuckles softly, the sound calming you as you step back from the open door to invite him in. “It’ll be alright, i’ll be gentle kid” his voice runs over your skin leaving behind goosebumps. You don’t know what you’re more nervous over, the expected pain of the actual examination or, the idea of Jack's hands on you, his fingers in you. 

Without wasting much time Jack settled into a semi professional but still comforting balance as he puts down the small bag of stuff he needs on the floor of your living room. You appreciate his effectiveness, as he tells you to sit on your couch facing him. You listen and watch as he sits on top of your coffee table. “This will be a little awkward because we are here and not a hospital, so I don't have a few things sweetheart” he starts to explain. “The no gown won’t be too hard, you have a skirt on so if you could just take off your underwear i can have access without-” he paused a moment as if thinking “leaving you too indisposed” the way he snaps a pair of blue latex gloves on shouldn’t be making as wet as it is, fuck. 

“Can-” you stutter out, your face hot but he seems to pick up on what you’re asking, nodding softly he turns his head away to give you some semblance of privacy. Bunching up your skirt you hook your fingers into the waistband of your slightly soaked panties and pull them down your legs. You kick them under the coffee table so they’re out of sight and tap Jack on the shoulder, he shakes his head softly at your shyness before turning to face you again. 

“Put your feet up either side of me on the table, won’t be the same as stirrups but close enough” tugging at the end of your skirt to cover yourself a bit more you do as he says and place your feet up flat on the low table. He adjusts them slightly, grabbing your foot one at a time and slides them a bit so they are more half off not so far back. “Scooh more to the edge of the couch kid, lean back ‘n tilt your hips up a lil more f’ me” the way you listen so well to Jack has him smiling softly at you and muttering out a small “Atta girl” 

He pressed lightly around on your abdomen through your shirt and skirt, eyes glued to your face gauging your reactions. “No pain or tenderness when I do this, right?” when you shake your head no he stops. “My hand is gonna go under your skirt for a second okay?” your face grows hotter and you nod, your voice has yet to find you again but so far nods are an effective enough communication with him. He reaches down between your legs but only presses around again, this time he is much closer to your pussy but he remains on the outside, pressing over the mound of it and on your pubic bone. “No pain?” Once again your head shakes side to side. His hand pulls away, your eyes follow his movements as he reaches down to grab a small bottle out of his bag.

He holds it but doesn’t do anything with it yet, his eyes find yours again “This next part i have to put my fingers inside, that okay sweetheart?” you gulp softly, nodding yes slowly as your nervousness grows again. “That’s the part that us- usually hurts” you explain in a small voice. It’s Jack's turn to nod now, "Penetration?” you let out a ‘mhm’ in agreeance as he squeezes the clear substance onto his pointer finger. “This is lube to make it easier and I’ll go slow, only one finger” his other hand reaches around your leg to touch the back of your calf, rubbing soothing lines up and down the muscle. “If you’re relaxed it might not be as painful” he explains, waiting on your go ahead before reaching down under your skirt once again. 

Pushing his lube coated index finger through your folds the tip of it finds your entrance, he gauges your face, when you nod again he proceeds by pushing it inside. 

Your sharp intake of air makes him stop once only the first bend of his finger is inside. “Come on, relax f’ me sweetheart” his low honey dipped voice makes your body go a bit lax, he inches his finger forward again and when you show no sign of pain he goes all the way til it's completely inside. “How’s that kid?” he sounds as breathless as you feel but you try to ignore it. “A little pain” you squeak out. “Give it a second, relax and it might go away”

“Don’t know how to relax more” you whine out, the sound going straight down Jack’s spine and up again, he shivers a bit and wills it away before it travels further south. “I’m gonna try something…do you trust me sweetheart?” you’re already nodding again in response before he fully finishes his question. 

Bringing his thumb up he parts the lips of your pussy til it finds your clit. You gasp out and slightly scare him, “That hurt?” “No no m’ sorry surprised me is all” you mumble out, biting your lip to hold in any more noises from getting free, like an accidental moan. Jesus christ why did you think this was a good idea again? If you had to bet you’d say you were soaking his gloved finger, even with the sting you felt from it inside, it felt good at the same time. You never even reached this type of feeling with your own fingers.

His thumb on your clit presses down lightly and starts rubbing in circles, you let out a small little sigh that makes Jack smirk a bit. “There you go honey, come on” “Un-tense your shoulders” your body listens almost instantaneously “Good girl” you can’t help the whimper that comes out at his words, he doesn’t say anything in response. “Feel any better?” he prompts, his eyes remain on your face, no matter how bad he wants to peek under your skirt to watch the way your little bud twitches under his touch. “Mhmm a bit” you answer softly, trying to push away the odd feeling bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. 

“Can I put in another finger, we’ll see how that feels?” he whispers, he definitely has enough information that he thinks he knows what’s wrong already but you don’t need to know that. “Yeah” you pant out, shaking your head a little too eagerly, if Jack notices he doesn’t say a word. With ease his middle slips in alongside his pointer, his thumb still circling your clit. “No pain honey?” the motion of your head once again answers his question. “Wanna try something else…can I move my fingers sweetheart?” 

“Please” you plead, head to fuzzy to care how desperate you sound. Slowly pulling his fingers back he watches your face as he pistons them back in, repeating the motion. “That feel good?” “Mhm no pain, fuck! feels really good” you whine out, your hips now bucking up against his fingers. He speeds up, still waiting to see if it hurts or if you stop him. “Jack” you moan out, his cock throbs in response. 

“Yeah kid?” “Need- Mm” you cut yourself off, pinching your lips in a line and tilting your head back. “Nuh-uh come on honey, tell me what ya’ need” he prompts, curling his fingers up to hit a different spot inside you that has you letting out a pornographic noise you didn’t know you were even capable of. “Need-” you huff out, before he stops you “Look at me when you say it, come on kid” “Use your words”

Lifting your head you look into Jack’s eyes, his breath hitches at the sight of your glazed over lust filled eyes, batting your eyelashes you start again. “Need more” you sob. His stomach just about hurts now from how hard he is in his jeans that feels all too tight. “Yeah? What more honey? Another finger or something else?” he asks, consciences be damned he’s not gonna leave you hanging even if your old man would fucking kill him if he ever found out about this. “Somethin’ else please” you whine, not even knowing what more you want. Jack however seems to when he takes his free hand off your calf and lifts your skirt, his head ducking under it. His fingers don’t stop positioning in and out of your slick cunt even if you squeal a bit at his motion. The noise morphs into a moan, your body melting into the couch when his warm tongue pokes out and makes contact with your pussy, licking at your pussy. “Still feel good kid?” he mumbles out, before his thumb leaves your bundle of nerves only to be replaced by his mouth as he sucks at it. 

“Yeah- Yeah feels s’ good” you breathe out, letting go of your skirt, he grabs at your one leg, lifting your foot off the table placing it over his shoulder, prompting you to do the same with your other before his fingers slip out of your pussy. 

You whine at the loss, “Jackkk” making him chuckle softly against you. “Hang on sweetheart” he coos as he uses both hands to grab at your hips, pulling you up and half way off the couch to get you closer to his mouth, lapping at you hard splitting your folds with his pointed tongue before sucking at your clit. “Ah- Ahhh ooh fuck” you wail out, your hands frantic to steady yourself. One finding purchase on his shoulder before sliding down his back under his shirt where your nails scratch at his skin. The other holding on for dear life to the edge of your couch cushion, your legs tighten a bit around his head. 

“Holy shit” you whisper out in breathless disbelief, the odd feeling from before coming back to quickly build in the pit of your stomach. Jack's large hands cupping your waist squeeze at your flesh, as he shakes his head side to side a little, flattening his tongue against you. Your thighs burn a bit at the friction of his stubbly face rubbing against them. He moves back to harshly sucking at your clit, your pussy and his mouth coated in his spit as he practically slurps at your juices.

“Huu- shit” “Wait wait! Jack- mhm feels like m’ gonna pee” you try pushing at his head to stop him, even if you desperately didn’t want his mouth off you. That feeling in your stomach was teetering on the edge. “Ya’ don’t have to pee sweetheart, that’s a orgasm you feel” he grumbles out, the explain making your hand ease up from pushing instead it rakes through his curls “S’ okay cum for me kid” 

“Promse s’ okay” you whine out, staring down at his head between your legs. “Yeah, you can do it” “cum f’ me it’s okay honey” "Promise it’ll feel good, no pain” his reassure is all you need to let your high wash over you, legs shaking on his shoulders, “There we go, fuck” he moans out. Your back arching as you cum on his tongue with a loud wanton moan filling your apartment coupled with his praise, “Atta girl, sweetheart” “Such a good girl f’ me” he laps at your cum. “Taste so fucking sweet, like i knew ya’ would” he mumbles out, that one you think was meant more for himself.  

Managing to reluctantly pull his head from between your soft thighs, Jack used his hold on your hips to place your body back onto the couch. You stare at him wide eyed when you notice his face all wet, covered in you. “Got somethin’ on my face kid?” you nod meekly. He chuckles and pinches at the collar of his shirt to bring it up and wipe at his mouth. “No pain after?” he asks. “No, never done that before” you whisper out, flicking your head down to where your skirt now covered your puffy but satisfied pussy. 

“Just needed an older man huh sweetheart, help ya’ relax a little and the pain melts away” he states, reaching down to rub at your knee. “Fucking little boys” he tsks but your eyes are glued to the large bulge in between his thick thighs. You’d have to be extra relaxed to take that monster on…

— would the position jack eats you out in, be at all comfortable for that old man's back? fuck no and lowkey it’s hard to physically imagine it but jack’s strong s’ fineeeee i got a little too lost in sauce when writing clearly oops…this was also only like half proofread. part two coming eventually!

[snarkoposts]

I was thinking about pope with a silly reader like whenever she goes over to the house she always is like playing in the pool like jumping in and asking pope to play games with her like diving for whatever and he’s like damn she’s the best girlfriend

This is the cutest idea omg! Hope you like these <3

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✦ When you arrive at the Cody house, the pool is always your first stop. There's no way you're going to ignore the crystal clear water when it's a billion degrees outside. You always make sure to greet Andrew with a quick kiss before diving into the pool. You get bored of swimming alone very fast and Pope doesn't want to get in the water yet, so you rope craig into joining your games whilst your boyfriend watches over you from the pool loungers, making sure his brother behaves around you.

✦ Andrew doesn't get annoyed when you splash him, trying to get him to join you in the pool. He loves watching you have fun more than anything so he's perfectly happy to sit by the side and just watch you. Your carefree enjoyment of life makes his chest feel full with admiration and love. But he also hates denying you anything, the sight of your puppy dog eyes and pouty expression getting to him to break every time.

✦ He'll give in to your pleading and join you in the water, going along with any game you want to play, listening to you explain the rules carefully. He's always a worried about his brothers around you as they tend to play rough so he keeps you close if you're all in the pool together. When it's just the two of you he lets himself be a little more playful, lifting you out the water and stealing kisses.

✦ He gets called into the kitchen, reluctantly peeling himself away from you and you can't resist having some fun, making faces at him from the pool during their seemingly serious family chat. He has to fight off a smile as you blow kisses at him through the window. His eyes stay trained on your antics as his family try (and fail) to get his attention. When will they realise you are always his first priority?

✦ Pope returns to his pool lounger after a while as you continue to practice your dives and cannonballs, asking him to rate them (each one is a ten out of ten to him, obviously). He brings you out some lunch and helps you reapply sunscreen before letting you get back to swimming.

✦ In the evening, he has to practically drag you out of the water. You insist on staying just a little longer even though it's getting cold outside, even hiding under the water in an attempt to delay leaving. But Pope knows exactly how to get to you, luring you inside with promises of kisses until you can return to the poolside the next day.

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[lovaeir]

gonna push him against the wall and kiss him like he’s a girl while he moans

[abbotsdoll]

biting jack abbot’s arm ♡

every time jack has a night off, the two of you have a routine.

yes, sometimes you go on fancy dates to expensive restaurants, sometimes he takes you out to town in his luxurious car, but your real routine is to just… relax.

you take a warm shower together, sit on the couch, order takeout, and watch shitty movies until one of you falls asleep on the couch (you), and the other doesn’t have the heart to wake them up (jack).

that’s pretty much exactly what you’re doing tonight; you’re curled up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and (supposed to be) picking the first movie of the night. but you’re distracted. his arms are just so… there.

since he joined SWAT, you’ve been worried because you’re not sure it’s a very… healthy hobby, but he’s gotten so beefy. he had muscles before, but god he looks good now. for a few moments, you just stare, and then you lean down and kiss his bicep.

he smiles, looking down at you, “comfy, baby?”

you nod, and you gently bite down. it’s affectionate, it’s not to hurt him. you’re trying not to laugh, watching the confusion on his face.

“what’s… what’s that for, love?”

you grin, “nothing, you’re just so… eatable. your arms are… wow. i wanna bite them.”

jack chuckles, “yeah? you wanna eat me, baby?” he leans down, coaxing you to lay down on the couch as you giggle. he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “well… can’t say i mind.”

[jjismyname04]

She said that for sexual activities i seem like I’m only into vanilla shit. Yahhh ok bud

[yournewstepmom8765]

Stop calling me out on shit 😭

[holacsh]

2000s men are a different BREED I swear

[yournewstepmom8765]

Yup, im wet.

[ruledbysaturns]

#IKNOWDADDA

[tripleabatterybuni]

[fercrari]

hi just one bite please thank you

[strawberrrywhippedcream]

what if i came and stared at you like this

[hargreeves-duncan]

Jack Abbot who’s always dated women younger than him, but never as young as you.

warnings: SMUT - MDNI, age gap (obviously), mentions of alcohol, p in v, no mention of protection, slight praise kink?

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Most evenings, he’s kissing you goodbye out on the street. Jack on the way to work, and you on the way to the bar wearing the shortest skirt money can buy, with your girlfriends in tow.

He gets at least ten messages before the night’s over: a blurred selfie once the margaritas kick in, half a dozen ‘I miss you’ texts with far too many kisses at the end of them, a video of you screaming along to a song you know he loves and eventually, once you’re back home in bed, a Tiktok link that either leads to two cuddling cats with ‘this is sooooo us jackieeemekd!’ beneath it or — on those kinds of nights — a scenic view (of a lake or a mountain, who cares?) with ‘i need you so bad rn’ written in a yellow font across it.

Those nights are his favourite. You’re insatiable at the best of times but as soon as a drop of alcohol is in your system, you turn feral — and Jack loves it.

It doesn’t matter that it’s barely turned seven in the morning. Or that he hasn’t showered after a twelve hour shift.

As soon as you hear the familiar, dull thud of his duffel bag hitting the floor, you’re up, eyelids still drowsy as you crawl to the edge of the bed and lock your hungry gaze onto him.

All Jack can do is smile as he drags a hand through his silver curls, because after ten minutes of pretending to sleep beside one another, where you grind your ass excruciatingly slow against his hardening cock, he’ll give in.

In an instant, you’ll be on your back, Jack’s large hands coming up to cup your chest and squeeze. You sigh, hips wriggling in anticipation, and he takes that as a sign to slide his hands down your stomach and over your hips.

He’ll press a feverish kiss to your lips, groaning into your mouth and scrunching his eyes shut tightly as his clothed crotch bucks up against you — no better than a teenage boy when it comes to you.

Your nails — pretty, pink and french-tipped — dig into his shoulders, desperately trying to have him closer to you than he already is.

And, God, when you let out that needy, little whine, Jack knows exactly what you’re asking for. You don’t have to say anything, he’s already stuffing you full of his cock.

Your lips part and your head lolls back and then you’re past the point of return, where nothing can bring your poor, fucked-out brain back down to earth.

Jack’s pumping in and out of you, chest heaving and breathing deeply through his nose as he grunts. One of your hands is clawing at his chest, and then his biceps and then his back — any bare skin you can get your hands on — and the other is tugging at your lip, trying (and failing) to focus on something that’ll keep you grounded when all you can think about is the way the steady drilling of Jack’s cock feels against your walls.

Your eyes fall shut for no more than a second before Jack’s slowing his pace, forcing you to open them again as you whine.

“There they are…” he grins, cooing at you, “Knew you still had those pretty eyes in there. Keep ‘em on me, sweetheart.”

And he revels in the way your cunt tightens around him as he says it.

[abbotverse]

thinking about jack abbot and his massive hands……….

MDNI ! 18+

his hands would dwarf everyday objects when he held them, like his phone. it looks TINY. his texts have typos half the time because his thick fingers end up pressing the wrong keys.

he LOVES the way your hand dwarfs in his whenever he holds your hand. he loves how your entire cheek fits nice and snug on his warm palm, or how his hand spans over your thigh.

what he loves the most though, is hearing the whines and moans leaving your lips, as he pushed two fingers deep in n out. little ’jackie…too much!’ now and then has him grinning, cooing at you with mock sympathy.

”oh no, you can take it, sweetheart…” he’d fake pout, free hand brushing your hair out of your face, ”if you can’t even take two of your jackie’s fingers, how’re you gonna take his cock, hmm?”

and oh, he gives it to you. thighs pressed to your chest, hips snapping against you, his thighs meeting the globes of your ass. room filled with the wet noises of you two mixing together, your whines n moans echoing the room. he couldn’t help but laugh, one arm resting on the mattress next to your head to hold him up, the other sliding down your tummy. two thick fingers landing on your clit, swirling around n around, getting you closer. he can feel you squeezing him harder than ever, and his eyes focus on you.

”come on, sweet girl…you can do it…” he groans, head dropping to pepper kisses on your neck, stubble gently scratching at the skin, ”do it for your jackie…c’mon…thaaaaat’s it…”

and if he’s feeling extra mean, he’ll shove his fingers into ur mouth after, keeping u quiet for as long as wants <3

[misspossexxive]

jack takes your virginity...

your eyes are clouded by an overwhelming sense of want , your breathing is shallow, and every nerve in your body burns so intensely that you can no longer think clearly.

your nails dig into his muscular back, leaving behind angry red marks, but neither of you seems to care, especially jack. when you pull him so desperately close, trying to kiss him and failing miserably, because with every thrust of his thick cock into your virgin pussy, your full lips involuntarily part, letting little moans escape from your soft mouth, it makes him want nothing more than to continue this sweet torture, unable to take his eyes off your pretty face contorted by the pleasure he is causing.

his hips move slowly, grinding his veiny cock so deliciously against your sensitive, creamy walls that you try to push him deeper inside you, but he won’t let you—no matter how many times you whisper broken pleas or how hard you try to move your body to show him you want it, he won’t give in; he can’t, jack has his own rules and priorities, and at the top of that list is you and your well-being.

“i won't go any faster, sweetheart. it's for your own good, you understand? daddy doesn't want to hurt you” he says, grabbing your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him, stroking your lower lip with his thumb “tell me you understand” he orders, but when you respond with a nod, he shakes his head in dissatisfaction “use your words baby”

“i understand daddy” you say meekly, and your body almost immediately obeys the older man's words.

and jack, as a reward, kisses your full lips tenderly, lazily running his tongue across them, slipping it inside and tasting your saliva, causing you to respond very eagerly, moaning with delight.

you’re too busy savoring his lips to feel one of his rough hands trace along your flesh, finding its way to your swollen clit. only when he begins to massage it with precision, pulling it ever so slightly, do you gasp and clench tighter, cumming almost instantly, spilling your juices over yourself and jack. and he purrs with satisfaction, continuing his little game. he’ll make you come like that twice, maybe three more times, and then maybe he’ll let himself fuck you hard and give you what you so desperately asked for.

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[speaknow-sw]

That's probably how winnie samantha monroe would be dressed even though her character does not match the clothes....

How I picture her :

Very mischevious and bossy little strawberry!!

[robbyscoffee]

— ꕤ｡˚⋆ jack abbot who loves his drama queen wife. . . ♡

"no," jack was saying. he was currently holding a divorce paper he wasn't even sure was legitimate, but your show was far too entertaining to disrupt.

"sign. it," you said with your arms crossed.

"no," he repeated. this time, there was a stupid smirk on his face that made you want to shove him away as much as you wanted to kiss it off.

"i'm serious, jackie," you said. mostly serious, anyway. you pretended to be unaware of your dramatic antics to add to the spectacle, but part of the performance was actually real. "sign the damn paper."

jack laughs at your faux show of confidence. he can't take you seriously with your face twisted in the cutest pout. "you're still calling me jackie while you're trying to divorce me. sure that's what you want?"

"mhm," you huff. the divorce paper was real enough! just because it didn't have his or your name on it and was issued by the internet as opposed to an attorney didn't mean anything.

"and what was your reasoning again, baby?" jack mused.

"you don't love me anymore!"

jack sighs. "i tell you how beautiful you are before i leave for work, bring y’flowers everyday, and take you to dinner every friday, and you think i don't love you?"

"yeah, but those are the routine things!" you said. "so, you obviously don't love me anymore!"

jack put the paper down on the nightstand and approached you, backing you into the bed. "say it again, sweetheart."

you gulp at his proximity, sweat trickling down your face from the way his thumb tilts your chin upwards. "you. don't. love. me."

"yeah, okay," jack hummed. “if you really thought that, you wouldn't be wearing the shortest little skirt," he says, promptly hiking the garment in question up and making your breath hitch, "when you're trying to fucking divorce me."

"jackie-"

"mhm, there she is," jack said. he pushes you down onto the bed without further warning and pulls your skirt down your body, revealing your pussy to his hungry eyes. "and already so wet,” he tsks.

"hmph," you say with a huff. you turn away from his gaze, but it's short-lived as jack cranes your face back towards him.

"ah-ah. what do you have to say?"

you roll your eyes. "sorry."

"like you mean it."

"sorry," you say again.

jack doesn't have it in him to correct your attitude from that look on your face. god, his wife is just too cute.

you don't say anything else as he frees his cock from his slacks, slipping inside your aching cunt. jack is gentle with you as he rocks into you, whispering the sweetest praises that you'd needed for reassurance.

"tell me i love you. tell me how much daddy loves you, baby," jack coos as he cups your cheek, his thrusts slow as he fucks you deep.

"d- daddy loves me," you relent. "so much."

jack nodded with a triumphant smile. "that's my girl."

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