angel

andrew hates being out late, hates coming home from jobs at 2am when you’re already asleep.

but he does love sliding in bed next to you, all sleepy and satiated after missing him all day. he practically melts when you mumble, “mm… hi baby, missed you…” and nuzzle into his chest.

he presses himself into your back, kissing your neck, “missed you too, angel. so much. thought about you all day…”

you always sleep in just a big t-shirt of his and a pair of panties, so it isn’t hard for him to touch you. he rubs gentle circles over the fabric, “couldn’t wait to get home to you… wanna play a little before you go to sleep? i’ll go slow, i promise…”

he lost his leg in a rodeo accident. even though he misses the thrill of it all, it was the wake up call. he needed to turn his life around and have a more positive impact on his community.

jack’s a small town boy. he branched out and tried city life. it was too fast. not being able to hear the still of night bothered him. he was relatively famous. he was no jb mauney. had the beast not destroyed his limb and body, he could’ve been though.

the accident was what inspired him to begin working as a vet. jack works on farm animals a dozen. practically doctor doolittle. animals are easier than people. cattle don’t fawn over him. he’s just a man when he’s working. no need to perform, flash a smile, and put on a cowboy hat that’s been long retired.

to fill his time, and clog his calendar, he opened up a small animal clinic. though modest in size, the clinic has a revolving door of patients. some with four legs , and occasionally, some with two. jack’s never been one to turn his nose up at those in need. so, sometimes, billing sheets get lost. big whoop. what even is medical fraud in the eyes of jack abbott? such a vague and useless term!

when he’s not working off the burning grief of his leg, he hangs around the local bar. the tap is shit. ice’s got freezer burn. food’s cold. but there’s something about being around people when they have no filter. sadness, anger, joy. it makes him feel better about the blur of feelings swirling inside his heart. though he’s not always alone, he can’t shake the thick feeling of loneliness from his bones.

but you shake your head rapidly and say “no ,hmph” jack thinks he’s misheard, so he asks again “come on baby , i can feel how close you are ,cum for me ,cum for jackie” but all he gets in return are your tear-filled eyes, a pouting mouth and another shake of the head.

jack knows you hate being asleep when he comes home from a shift. you hate not greeting him at the door, or sitting in his lap and kissing him in between bites of his breakfast. hate not being able to feel his heartbeat against your back as you snuggle to sleep. jack is an angel in the mornings, sleepy eyes and tense, protective shoulders only just beginning to droop at the sight of your cozy home atmosphere.

he knows you hate it, but that doesn’t stop him from gazing down at you right now. you’re splayed across the queen sized bed, the top half of your body actually on jack’s side. the smell of his cologne, you swear his side is softer just from holding him each night. the white linen of your sheets glow in the soft sunlight spilling from the slightly raised black-out blinds on the nearest window.

to jack, you look like an angel in the morning. warm skin on cotton, messy hair and puffy lips– sometimes you frown in your sleep when he pulls away for work, and it breaks his heart everytime. but now, a sweet little smile rests on your lips as you huff.

jack’s still in his scrubs, he just wanted to see you before he showered. it was a long night, not so much overwhelming as… well… boring. he thinks he should be more thankful for slow nights, but he is always just waiting for the ball to drop. and when it doesn’t? he just… sizzles and feels an awkward sensation in his belly.

is this peace?

it must be from the way he feels right now. bringing his large hand down to swipe some hair off of your forehead, his touch his gentle as he gazes at you. in your sleep, you cuddle further into his touch, before getting huffy and flipping on your back with a pout.

jack giggles, “brat.” before leaning back to go shower. your arms extend above the fluffy comforter, revealing that you are topless as you sleep.

this is jack’s favorite way to come home to you, breasts spilling and warmed from sleep. he licks at the leftover maple syrup on his mouth, and peeks underneath the comforter with a deep swallow at the sight.

a soft, cotton pair of panties rests on your hips, a little splotch of damp kissing over your clit in the center of the fabric. your round thighs spread across the bed, left foot pressed to the side of your knee as your hips stretch.

jack remembers doing yoga with you, and how deeply unbearable it was for his balls to watch you stretch your hips.

fuck, he chubs up in his scrubs just thinking about it.

his hand slides to rest on your tummy with a coo of “oh, baby.” jack’s large hand stretches across as his pinky nail briefly dips into your belly button.

you stir, a whine blossoming out of your chest as you look up at him through sleepy eyes. he’s so tall, the sunlight only illuminates the outline of him. broad, thick, masculine. it almost moves you to tears with want.

“hi jackie,” your voice is low and unused from sleep as you smile up at him. “hi babygirl,” he delivers in the same register with a smile; feeling so tender-hearted it makes him a bit dizzy.

but you’re sweet & spice, fire & ice as your brows furrow in brattiness. “why didn’t you wake me when you got home?” you whine as jack’s hand dances down to your panties, thick knuckles stretching the fabric as he casually chats.

“didn’t wanna wake you, you looked so peaceful.” his middle finger drags through your sloppy folds as he talks, heavy aged fingers forming their favorite positions. the knuckle of his pointer finger pressing against the side of your lip, as the two other nudge at your clit from the side. his thick thumb presses down on the hairs at the top of your cunt, a subtle sensation that makes jack swallow, again.

sighing at the pressure, your tummy pushes out as jack slips his finger into your heat. he’s still casually talking, asking you questions like he isn’t swirling his thick finger inside of you at 7:30am.

his ring finger soon joins in the affection, nudging inside of you with yet another gasp. “you relaxed, sweetheart? still sleepy right?”

nodding, you gaze up at your husband “yeah jackie ‘m still sleepy.” his other hand comes to the back of your neck as he leans down with a crack of his knees and a slight hiss. he kisses you, a nasty, slow push of his tongue against yours as his fingers press up against your walls.

you’re nearly crying into his mouth when he pulls back with a firm kiss & an adoring declaration of “look so pretty. love you.”

a blissful chant leaves your lips as he pulls back to stand, head tilting at the bounce of your breasts as he presses harder, “love you jackie. loveyouloveyou.”

his nail drags against your clit as you shake, cumming with shudders and a loud whine, relaxing into the pillows behind you. “mmm. my good girl, so good.” he whispers, leaning back down to kiss your forehead as he slips his fingers out.

going back to his full height, he takes them into his mouth, thick & aged skin sucked between his teeth as he watches you. jack brings his other hand to rest on your clavicle, softly rubbing at the goosebumps as your eyes flutter shut, “daddy’s gonna shower, then i’ll be right back. okay?”

“mmhmm shower” you agree, once again falling asleep as jack smiles and preps his shower.

So you get your phone, hands still shaking only to find out it was a small gift from bf!Andrew who simply wanted to surprise you and is now sad that he scared you :(