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title: blooming days
dynamic: fwb!pope x anxious!reader x roommate!jack
tw: not dd:dne (shocking!), completely consensual (that's crazy…), fem!reader, polyamory (you get with them both!), they call you “princess”, pope and jack are tennis/pickleball enthusiasts and not twins (jack is pope's older brother this time!), reader has anxiety (like me!), domestic fluff/comfort, praise kink, threesome, protected sex (they hit it raw but you're on birth control lol!), humiliation/degradation kink, dry humping, begging, edging, squirting, fingerfucking, spitroasting, panty play, pussy slapping, size difference, lots of banter and teasing, they're lowkey bullies and goofballs (and you like it!), I'm being so mushy again gah!
context: you're in desperate need of a good fuck so you hit up an old friend with benefits and then end up with two boyfriends?!
wc: 6.7k
a/n: after everything that's been going on in my life, I figure I'd just write something loosely based on my own experience for my readers to indulge in with me!
this one lowkey is like a goofy but wholesome porn plot. I made jack the mischievous one and pope the more serious one this time hehe ~
hope it's a hot read ♡
You're a bit nervous to see Pope again. It's been over six months since you've last seen him, something you feel a little bad about but you're sure he appreciates the fact that you took the time to get yourself settled into a new place.
You're finally feeling ready to put yourself back out there, at least for a good time.
Especially when it seems like everyone else in your life is having their own fun.
You don't want to miss out so you decide it would be nice to see someone you've always been comfortable with.
Andrew “Pope” Cody, a friend you've had for a long time who has seen you through the worst versions of yourself and still somehow managed to stick around.
You owe a lot to Pope for being the one you could call in the middle of the night to come pick you up to keep you company while you're bawling your eyes out. He never made you feel lesser for having these anxiety attacks. He always took very good care of you.
Because he has always liked you, a lot.
So when you text him asking him if he'd like to meet up and do something together, Pope replies instantly, asking what you'd want to do. You tell him that a cup of coffee would be nice and then the two of you could decide from there.
Usually, how this goes, at least when you and Pope sleep together, is that the two of you either eat something first and then fuck or fuck and then eat something.
It's routine, simple, easy.
Nothing like how your day actually ends up going though…
Because the moment you see Pope, your eyes immediately trail the length of his body, staring at the way he has filled in his shirt, his muscles outlined by the soft fabric.
You have never been more nervous in your life…
You weren't expecting him to be so fit but he did tell you that he took up boxing recently and that he helped move in his older brother, Jack, who plays a lot of tennis. The two of them have been playing together most days, which is why Pope is more muscular than he was the last time you saw him.
He can tell you're nervous because you don't say anything when you get into his car.
“Everything alright?” He turns to you for a second before he starts the drive to your favorite cafe.
“You look really good, Andrew.” You blurt out your thoughts, embarrassment making your stomach knot up.
You open your mouth to try to pad what you just said but then Pope goes, “you look really good too.”
That has your whole body lighting up because as a subtle flirtation, you decided to wear a shirt Pope let you steal a while back and thin shorts, since you wanted him to know exactly what this meet up was for.
But now you're feeling more worked up than you were previously and it only gets worse when he parks at the cafe and has his muscular arm around your back as the two of you walk inside. The heat radiating off of him makes you a little dizzy, his hand imprinting its warmth into the side of your hip.
Has he always been this…big compared to you?
“What do you want?” He whispers into your ear while the two of you are in line and your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you feel his hot breath on your skin.
You mumble your order when the two of you get to the register and Pope whips out a wad of cash from his pocket, setting down enough for your coffee plus tip and then guides you over to where the two of you can wait for your coffee.
His hand hasn't left your side and he likes that you're letting him keep it there.
Usually you don't.
It's not that you don't like public displays of affection but you try to keep more of a distance between yourself and someone you're just sleeping with, to lessen any growing attachment.
But…has Pope ever been “just” someone you're sleeping with?
You've always felt more for Pope than that but you never let yourself feel those feelings until right now. Maybe because you didn't think you deserved him. You still don't think you deserve him.
And yet, when your eyes lock with his and he leans down to kiss you, why do you kiss him back without minding that the two of you are in the middle of a busy cafe…
Your heart flutters when he moves away from your lips and says, “I missed kissing you.”
You missed it too. You missed him.
Something you're unsure if you are going to let yourself feel right now.
When your coffee is ready, Pope asks you if you'd like to come over to his place and meet his older brother, Jack. You remember Pope telling you about his doctor brother moving back into town after years away.
Jack wanted a change of scenery and the beautiful city of Oceanside has always been a place he was homesick for. Plus, the pay at this hospital is much better than the one back in Pittsburgh. He doesn't have to work the night shift anymore, though he still does. He has a better work-life balance here, which gives him room to pursue other interests.
Like you…
Because Pope had told Jack all about you. About the kind of sex the two of you have. About how much he wants to be with you but he doesn't want to make you nervous and scare you away. About how you confided in him that you would like to one day try fucking two men at once, though you doubted the opportunity would ever arise.
Until you get to Pope's place and meet his brother Jack, shaking his hand formally and introducing yourself.
Your heart suddenly pounds in your ears when his hand lingers in yours as he asks, “so what do the two of you plan on doing together today? Can I join?”
Now, your stomach seriously is in knots and your anxiety starts to peak…
Because this is Pope's older brother. You know for a fact that Pope had to have told Jack about you so Jack definitely knows what he's implying with his words.
And you were not mentally prepared to fuck two men today…
Which is why you don't answer him and instead ask Pope, "where's your bathroom again?”
Pope shows you where it is and you lock yourself in there, trying to catch your breath. You have your body leaned up against the door, doing the breathing exercises your therapist taught you, while you eavesdrop on them talking out there.
“You made her nervous.” Pope scolds Jack.
“She didn't say no.” Jack says back. “Maybe she's nervous because she wants us both.”
That is exactly why you're nervous…
It's not an understatement to say you're attracted to Pope. So, of course, you would be attracted to Jack, who is just an older version of Pope.
Two attractive men…wanting to sleep with you…
You feel like you're going to start hyperventilating. Your anxiety is through the roof and it's getting hard to breathe because you don't want to mess this up but you feel like you already have by acting this way.
Sometimes, you wish you weren't built like this. That you could just go with the flow and not think so deeply.
But…you are thinking deeply and you can't help it.
You're afraid that you'll end up liking this and then what? What will you do then?
Is it okay to—
You flinch when there's a knock at the door and you hear Pope's voice ask, “are you alright in there?”
You let out a sigh.
You can't keep hiding.
At least, not without explaining yourself a little.
So, you open the door and look up at Pope and tell him, “I think I just need a moment to myself. Can I borrow your room?”
Pope nods, leading you back there. Then, before he heads back out to the living room with Jack, he grabs a hold of your shoulders, rubbing them gently before being so sweet to you, “we don't have to do anything today so don't worry about it, okay? I'm just happy to see you.”
His words have your heart wanting to burst because you were not expecting that at all.
So, you apologize for behaving this way, “I'm sorry I'm acting all weird. I just…I'm so nervous all of a sudden.”
“That's okay.” He keeps rubbing your shoulders so gently. “Just let me know if there's anything I can do to make you feel better.”
Your eyes meet his and then, unconsciously, you drop down to stare at his lips before snapping your eyes back to his. He smiles at that before leaning in, giving you a light kiss that you melt into almost too quickly.
It's exactly what you needed, so soft and full of care.
“I'll be right out there. Call me if you need anything, okay?” He nuzzles your nose lightly and you nod into it.
Pope leaves and shuts the door behind him and you don't lock it. You just sit down on his bed then lay back, looking up at the ceiling you've stared up at many times before.
It's different this time, though. There are butterflies flapping around in your tummy. You've never…felt so much before. The nerves are there but there's something more to it.
He lingers on your lips and you miss his kiss already.
Your heart is still racing in your chest so you need some kind of outlet for the anxious energy. Normally you take a walk, so that's what you'll do.
You see them both hanging out on the couch when you head out of his room and the moment he hears your footsteps, Pope gets up and walks to you. “Feeling better?”
“I will. I just want to take a walk around for a little. Is that okay?” You don't need to ask permission but it helps you to hear that it doesn't bother him.
“Why don't we walk to the tennis courts?” Jack suggests. “Pope and I were going to play anyways.”
“I thought you said you wanted to play pickleball.” Pope has been indulging Jack's latest obsession with pickleball. “Now you want to play tennis?”
“We're definitely playing pickleball.” He says a bit too seriously and you hold in a little laugh because you find that strangely cute how passionate he is. “Maybe we can teach you.”
You shake your head. “I don't want to learn something new right now. I'm a little overwhelmed as is…”
“Then you can just watch us play.” Jack gets up from the couch, presumably to start getting his gear ready. “Do whatever makes you comfortable, princess.”
He smiles at the shocked expression on your face when he calls you the nickname you love to hear in bed. You're even more flustered now than you were before.
So flustered that you barely register Pope cupping your face with his big hands, turning you to look at him. “Does that sound good with you?”
You nod into his palms. “I think so. I've never seen you play before.”
“He sucks.” Jack comes back after quickly changing and pats his brother on the shoulder, smirking. “But it'll be entertaining to watch I'm sure.”
“I do not suck.” Pope glares at Jack, pointing at his prosthetic. “I just don't want to overwork you.”
You glance down, seeing that Jack is wearing athletic shorts now so his prosthetic leg is visible. You immediately rip your eyes away from him when you can see the faint outline of his cock through the fabric. You shake the image from your mind, but the thought of whether or not he's the same size as Pope stays plastered in your head.
“I'll get overworked regardless today.” Jack gives you a big smile after he says that and now you’re internally screaming…
Pope rolls his eyes at his brother's direct flirtation then looks back at you. “I'm going to get changed. Don't let him bother you.”
He leaves then and, of course, Jack can't resist walking up to you. He wants to see the cute look on your face when he gets real close.
You swallow down the nerves, staring at him as he examines every inch of you. He glances at your shirt and then says, “that's my brother's shirt, isn't it? I have one just like it. It's like you're wearing my clothes too.”
The nonchalant grin Jack gives you has your heart pounding in your ears louder than ever. He smells different from Pope too. It's nice in its own way but it has you feeling dizzy from how close he is to you.
“You really are as cute as Pope said.” Jack leans in and your breath gets caught in your throat the moment his lips touch yours and he whispers, “I can't wait to play with you later.”
He pulls away before he can give you a real kiss. It was just a brush of the lips but now your skin is on fire…
Pope comes back to Jack acting completely unaware of why you look like you've just been jumpscared. “What's going on?”
“We were just chatting. Right, princess?” Jack flashes that quietly mischievous grin of his at you.
You nod, not sure what to say back.
Pope proceeds to grab Jack and drag him into his room, shutting the door behind him. Then, in a low whisper, he tells Jack, “stop messing with her.”
“I'm not.” Jack lies through his cocky smile.
“I'm serious, Jack.” Pope doesn't want to scare you off.
“She let me kiss her.” Jack tells him, which has Pope letting go of his shirt.
“What?” Pope is surprised to hear that.
“She wants this. She's just too nervous about it. You can be her comfort and I can be the one who gets her to break out of her shell a little.” He already has a plan formulating in his head for how to make you more comfortable.
And it starts with making you laugh.
On the way to the tennis courts, Jack tells you a story about a crazy night shift he had and you can't stop giggling to the point where your stomach is cramping up. You haven't laughed like that in so long.
Jack is completely unserious and carefree, and it helps get you to relax because you haven't said a word about how his hand has been resting on the small of your back. You've been holding Pope's hand this whole time, squeezing it when you need a bit of comfort.
It doesn't dawn on you how this might look if someone spotted the three of you until they both leave your side to start playing pickleball. That's when your nerves come back and you start pacing around to release the energy piling up inside of you.
But then, Jack starts goofing off on the court, messing with Pope, and your laughing fit comes back at full force.
Jack looks at Pope and then says, “come on, Pope. You have a princess to impress.”
The glare Pope gives Jack makes you giggle even more. They really are brothers.
And Pope is much better at pickleball than Jack was leading you to believe.
The two of them play for what feels like forever, until they're both drenched in sweat.
You're sweaty too but that's because of the California heat.
“Let's head back.” Pope can tell you definitely need a cold glass of water.
He puts his hand out to help you up, since you've been sitting on the sidelines watching them, then proceeds to keep your hand held in his as the three of you walk back. You try not to feel too happy about that. Holding his hand makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy but not in a bad way.
You like how nice his calloused palm feels in yours.
You also like how Jack's hand feels resting on your back, even though the fact that they're both touching you right now has your heart racing.
Then, Jack leans closer to you and asks, “do you want to shower first or with one of us?”
And you feel like you might actually explode.
Pope bites back a laugh at how shocked you look at Jack's question because you're just too cute all flustered. It makes it hard for him to not tease you too.
But, he pulls your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles before he says, “let her shower on her own. She's nervous enough already.”
“Her choice.” Jack looks at you. “What do you want to do, princess?”
You're stunned into silence because you have no idea what to say. So many things run through your head, like the sight of them both naked with hot water dripping off their skin…
You'd love to see that…
But you refrain from the desire, opting to just answer, “I'll shower first.”
“Suit yourself. We could've sat in my shower chair together.” Jack's words have you imagining that very scene.
You can't believe how forward he's being. That's not what you expected when Pope told you about his brother. But it seems like Jack is the type to live life in the moment and doesn't think very far ahead.
That's why when you're freshly showered and dressed in one of Jack's shirts, since he insisted on it, he makes his move while Pope is in the shower.
“Come here.” He gestures for you to sit on the couch with him. “Let's chat a little.”
You definitely don't think he wants to chat because the moment you're in front of him, he grabs you by the waist and sits you down on his lap, making you straddle him.
“Jack, I just showered…” You can feel his sweat on your body.
“You can shower again, with me.” He says with that sly smirk of his.
“I don't think that's a good idea…” You grip onto his shoulders tighter, the nerves getting to you again.
“You know, you could get up anytime.” Jack tells you and you realize then that he doesn't have his hands on you at all.
You've just been sitting pretty on his lap. And for some reason, you don't scramble to move.
Maybe it's the look in his eyes, the one you've seen on Pope before.
Lust.
“Push me away, princess.” Jack leans in, whispering so close to your lips. “Before I kiss you while my brother is in the shower.”
“Is Andrew okay with—” His lips are on yours before you can finish your question, kissing you with such heat that your mind goes fuzzy for a second.
Then, when you kiss Jack back, he smiles against your lips and says, “I think you know the answer.”
Suddenly, his hands are all over your body and he's grinding up against you, pulling a moan from your lips you can't keep in.
“Good girl.” He tells you before you can be embarrassed about it. “That's it, let go and just feel good.”
It does feel good. You like the way Jack kisses you. It's hot and passionate, his hands holding you tight against him, his hips rolling up to meet yours, his hard cock rubbing up against you through your shorts and his own.
He groans when you start grinding on him, your hands moving into his hair, brushing through his silver curls. “I could fuck you right now if you want me to.”
You shake your head, your lips still on his when you answer, “I want Andrew too.”
“Greedy girl.” Jack likes that you're honest.
You're surprised you are. You have no idea what's gotten into you. But it's like the moment Jack kissed you, a switch flipped in your head and you're aching between your legs at the thought of two men having their way with you.
Who are you to say no to that?
So, despite the fear pooling in your belly, you close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling of Jack's lips on yours and his hands on your skin until Pope gets out of the shower and sees the two of you making out on the living room couch.
“Started without me?” His voice pulls the two of you apart.
You feel flush all over at his accusation but Jack just laughs and goes, “I loosened her up for you. Don't fuck her until I get back.”
Jack then proceeds to lift you up off of him like you weigh nothing and sets you down next to him. He gives you one last heated kiss before he heads to shower.
And you don't know if the sweat on your skin is his or your own…
“Was everything alright with Jack?” Pope joins you on the couch, taking your hand in his. “I can tell him to leave you alone.”
He's certain you don't want that from the way he watched you grind on his brother but he has to ask anyway.
“Is it alright with you?” You want to make sure because you don't want to do this if Pope is uncomfortable with it.
But it's his brother and he trusts Jack more than anyone in the world. “Yeah, if it makes you feel good, it's alright with me.”
“Andrew, we don't have to do this.” You're nervous that he's forcing himself to be okay with this. “I'm sorry if I—”
“Look at me, princess.” His words have you snapping to listen instantly. “I want you to feel good. Did my brother make you feel good?”
Pope's hand slips out of yours and your breath hitches when his hand rests on your thigh.
“I can check how good he made you feel.” His hand starts sliding between your legs. “Can I do that?”
You bite down on your lip, then you nod.
“Lay back then.” He instructs and you lay down on the couch and watch as he pulls your shorts off, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. “I've missed looking at your pretty pussy, princess.”
You choke back a whimper when his finger grazes your clit before drawing a line down your slit. His touch is so featherlike that your body can't handle it.
You want more than just that light touch…
“Use your words, princess.” Pope climbs on top of you because he wants to kiss you. “What do you want?”
“Please touch me.”
“Ask politely.” He demands in that stern tone of his that has you getting wetter between your legs.
“Will you please touch me?” You tense up from how shy you get after saying that but the smile on Pope's face has you relaxing a bit.
Just a bit, because you gasp when his finger slides into you for just a split second before he drags it up along the length of your pussy to swirl around your clit.
“Who's a good little princess?” He asks, dipping just the tip of his finger into you again before pulling back out.
“I am.” You'll be so good if he keeps touching you like this.
“You really are. You're so wet for us.” Pope slips his whole finger inside of you right then and you arch your back in response, driving him deeper. “Are you aching for more?”
“Yes.” You're practically pleading for him to stop stalling with that single word but much like his brother, Pope enjoys the worked up expression on your face.
So he's patient and slow, feeling around for that spot you like so much, watching you squirm when he purposefully avoids it.
It isn't until you're panting that he finally adds another finger and starts kissing you.
His tongue feels so good on yours. His fingers feel so good inside of you.
You're drowning in absolute bliss.
“She looks like she wants to cum.” Jack's voice has you glancing over at him. He's rubbing his hair with a towel, drying those beautiful curls of his.
You like that Pope's hair is still a little damp. You want to grab a hold of it.
And you do, when he pulls away from your lips so he can head down between your legs and flick your clit with his tongue until you're trembling.
“Please.” You don't know how much more of this edging you can take. “I want to cum so badly.”
“I never said you couldn't cum, princess.” Pope rolls his tongue over your clit, sending you reeling but not close enough to the edge to cum.
“I'm so close.” You whimper out, not caring anymore how you might look or sound. “Please don't stop, please keep going.”
“She's so cute when she begs.” Jack nudges you to let him slide in behind you on the couch, pulling your back against his chest.
He slips his hands under your shirt, technically his shirt that you're wearing, and exposes your chest to the air, your nipples peaking in response.
“Can I help make you cum, princess?” Jack asks as he slides his hands from your sides to cup your breasts.
“Yes, please.” You don't know why you plead to him but it just slips out…
And when his thumbs roll over your nipples at the same time Pope seals his lips around your clit, stars flood your vision and you cum so hard that your whole body shakes, your orgasm sending waves and waves of shock through your system. You're gasping for air, lightheaded from the feeling.
“Deep breaths, pretty girl.” Jack nips at your ear, his voice so soft and sweet. “You're okay. That must've felt so good, right?”
You nod, the pleasure overwhelming you. It's been so long since you've cum and you definitely haven't cum that hard in a while.
“Should we make it happen again?” Pope starts slowly fucking you with his fingers again. “Do you want to cum again?”
“I don't know if…” You're unsure if you'll survive another hit of pleasure like that…
“We can take a break.” Pope goes to slide his fingers out of you but you snatch his wrist before he can, which draws a laugh from Jack.
“Looks like she doesn't want you to stop, Pope.” Jack chuckles against the nape of your neck. “Tell him what you want. Do you want my brother to make you cum with his fingers?”
You nod but Pope doesn't move until the words leave your lips. “Please make me cum again, Andrew.”
“What a good girl, asking for what you want.” Jack rewards you by pinching your nipples, sending such a jolt through you as Pope finds a pace with his fingers that leaves you squirming in their hold.
Then, when he curls them just right, you unravel completely, squirting with every thrust of his fingers until you feel like you might pass out. He pops his fingers out of you then before giving your pussy a light smack that has you cumming again so quickly.
“Do that again.” Jack tells his brother. “I think she liked it.”
Pope gauges your reaction as he slaps your wet pussy again, seeing the way your eyes roll back in response. “Does that feel good, princess?”
“Too good.” You don't know if you should let him keep doing that.
It might ruin you…
“And here I thought you liked it when I was gentle.” Pope leans down, his tongue trailing along the length of your slit before dipping into you slowly.
Every stroke of his tongue is so light, like you're something delicate he doesn't want to break.
But you need more than just this and he knows it.
You're aching for him to slide his cock inside of you…
Jack tilts your head up, seeing the lust in your eyes, smiling. “That's the face of someone who's needy for cock. Do you want my brother's cock buried inside of you?”
You nod then turn to look at Pope. “Please, Andrew.”
“When did you get so polite? Is it because my brother is here? Usually you're more demanding.” Pope teases you with his words and you feel so flushed from it, heat rising through your skin.
That heat remains when you watch him strip off his pants and you get a view of the cock you're always so desperate for.
But he doesn't want to give it to you right away.
So, he grabs your underwear and slips it back on, surprising you. Jack seems surprised as well, until he watches Pope rub your slick all over the fabric before gliding his cock against it.
Everything clicks for him and he's menacing with his laugh now. “Oh, you're going to get edged to death, princess.”
“Wait, what?!” You yelp when Jack pins your wrists behind your back with one hand while he holds your head steady with the other, forcing you to watch Pope rub his cock against your pussy through the wet fabric, dipping it in and out of it.
“When did you get so horny? You're practically drooling all over my cock.” Pope slips just the tip inside of you but pulls out before you can enjoy it, drawing such a whimper of desperation from your lips, which he smiles at. “Do you want more, princess?”
“Please fuck me, Andrew.” You want him so bad…
“Hmm…” He slides more of his cock inside of you before pulling back out and you whine in response. “Do you think I should fuck her, Jack? I'll let you pick.”
You can feel Jack shake his head behind you. “I don't think so. She's too adorable all needy like this. I want to enjoy it a little longer.”
“You heard the man.” Pope smirks at you before sliding his cock along the length of your pussy, teasing your clit over and over again with the tip of it.
“Please.” You look up at Jack. “Please let Andrew fuck me.”
That causes Jack to laugh hysterically. “Beg again, princess.”
“Please, Jack. I want Andrew to fuck me. Let him fuck me.” You lean in closer to him, your lips nearly touching his when you tell him, “I'll let you fuck me too if you do.”
“We're bartering now? I like this.” Jack grabs you by the chin, turning you to face him more. “What else can I get if I let you have my brother's cock?”
“Whatever you want.” You're so clouded by your desire that you don't care what he asks of you. “Please just let him fuck me.”
“What do you want, Pope? Tell her and she'll give it to you.” Jack prompts and Pope swallows nervously for the first time this entire session.
Because the words that leave his lips have your heart pounding. “I want her to be ours.”
“W-What do you mean?” You don't get what he's implying.
Is he saying that they want you to be…
No, there's no way.
Why would they both want you—
“I want to fuck you more than just today.” Pope says firmly. “I want to fuck you from now on. I want to do more than that…”
You turn to face him and you're not ready to feel his lips press against yours, kissing you with all the affection he can't put into words. And when Jack loosens his grip on your wrists, you move out of his hold to cup Pope's face, pulling him in closer, kissing him harder.
“Do you really…” You're scared to say the words aloud.
“I want to be your boyfriend.” Pope nibbles on your bottom lip after he says that, then trails a line of kisses down to your neck. “I want to be with you.”
Jack scoops your attention away by turning you to face him again, saying, “can I be your boyfriend too?”
“T-Too?” You're stunned to hear that.
Jack nuzzles your nose, grinning. “A princess like you deserves two men to spoil you rotten.”
“So, can I be your boyfriend?” Pope looks up at you, waiting for your answer.
“Can I?” Jack chimes in too.
And you find the strength to push yourself to say, “yes.”
To allow yourself to be given the affection you've always desired and more.
“Our princess is so precious.” Jack kisses your cheek. “I think she deserves a kiss, doesn't she?”
“I know just where to kiss our princess.” Pope lines his cock up with your entrance before thrusting the entire length of it inside of you in one go, the tip of his cock pressing up so deep inside of you, you might actually burst from that single motion. “Do you like it when I kiss you here?”
You nod but then Pope shakes his head at you.
“Say “I like it when my boyfriend kisses my womb with his cock” or I won't move.” He stills inside of you, his cock throbbing, making you ache for more.
“I-I like it when my boyfriend—” You can't get the rest of the words out because Pope starts grinding his cock deeper, causing your head to spin. “Oh god, Andrew, I'm going to cum if you keep—”
“Just cum on your boyfriend's cock, princess.” Jack coaxes you to let go completely. “Like you will on mine in a bit.”
You moan so loudly that you have to clamp your hands over your mouth when Pope starts pounding into you, fucking you exactly how you always like it. Jack moves your hands away and slips his fingers into your mouth instead to silence you.
“Suck them on like it's your boyfriend's cock.” He instructs and you listen instantly. “That's a good girl. You're going to suck my cock so well.”
“Can I?” You say with his fingers in your mouth and he pulls them out immediately.
“Wait a second, Pope.” Jack has his brother slow his thrusts. “She wants me in her mouth. Flip her over.”
Pope pulls out of you and you bite back a whine from the loss but then you're on your knees in a second. And without Jack having to say anything, you're already tugging off his pants for him while Pope realigns himself behind you.
“Put my brother in your mouth and then I'll feed you my cock too.” Pope tells you as he rubs your back, the action so soothing like his words. “You can do it, princess. Let me see how good you can suck off your new boyfriend.”
Jack watches you eagerly sink your mouth down onto his cock, taking him nearly to the base in one go. “Fuck, that's incredible. Look at you go, swallowing me up so easily.”
He grabs a fistful of your hair, groaning at you humming around his cock in response.
“I'm going to fuck this pretty little mouth the moment my brother's back inside of you. Get ready, princess.” Jack's warning barely preps you for Pope ramming the entirety of his cock inside of you from behind.
You're squirting immediately, your knees buckling, your lower belly getting pounded into oblivion by how deep his cock is thrusting inside of you. It doesn't help that you're dazed from Jack fucking your mouth just as deeply, stuffing himself as far down your throat as he can.
It all feels better than you could've imagined.
You could get used to this…
“Please tell me I can cum inside of you.” Pope is certain you're still on birth control but he wants to be sure.
You nod around Jack's cock so he answers for you, “she wants you to cum, Pope.”
So, he does, spilling so much of his cum inside of you that he's fucking it deeper with every additional thrust. You're drooling by the time Jack pulls your mouth off his cock and Pope pulls out of you.
“Come ride your new boyfriend.” He pats his lap and you straddle him but he turns you around so your back is against him. “You've got to put on a show for your other boyfriend, princess.”
You slip off your shirt then, allowing yourself to be completely bare when you sink yourself down on Jack's cock, moaning when he hilts. Him and his brother are similar in size and they both fill you up wonderfully.
You start grinding down on Jack's cock, burying him further inside of you until you're desperately bouncing on it, wanting to cum already.
Then you do cum, when Jack smacks your swollen clit. You cum way harder than you should've and he chuckles into your ear.
“You really like that, don't you? You like it when your clit gets abused?” Jack rubs it gently before slapping it all of a sudden again, making you tighten up around his cock. “Keep milking my cock. You're doing so well. Isn't she, Pope? Aren't you proud of our princess?”
“So proud.” Pope's hand slides to your lower belly, pressing his fingers into your flesh, massaging right above your womb where Jack's cock is pushing up against. “Our princess is going to cum real nice right now for us. Right?”
You nod and then when Jack's hands come up to play with your breasts and Pope slides his free hand to roll your clit between his fingers, you burst entirely, your orgasm rolling through you immediately.
“She's too pretty when she's fucked out of her mind.” Jack says, giving your neck a kiss. “I'm glad I get to have a piece of this beauty.”
“She's all ours.” Pope tilts your chin towards him before he kisses you and you're grabbing onto him, kissing him back.
Jack takes that moment to grab a hold of your hips and starts grinding his hips upwards, fucking you harder until you're moaning against his brother's lips.
“Move, Pope.” Jack gestures for his brother to get up so he can pull you off of his lap and throw you down onto the couch, ramming his cock back inside of you the moment he's on top of you. He revels in the way your toes curl and your eyes roll back. “I'm going to cum so deep inside my girlfriend right now.”
“Please, Jack.” You want it, just like you wanted Pope's release. “Fill me up too.”
He grabs a hold of your face before smashing his lips against yours, grunting with every harsh thrust of his hips until you feel that warmth fill your lower belly.
A warmth you never want to be without from now on…
“Did that feel good?” Jack asks, kissing you lightly on the forehead.
You nod, then turn to look at Pope. “Can we do it again?”
Pope lets out a beautiful laugh and then says, “we can do it as much as you want.”
“Anything for our princess.” Jack gives you a warm hug, pulling you up to straddle his lap again, still seated inside of you, surprisingly hard still too…
You bury your face against his shoulder, mumbling, “are you both sure you want me?”
And in sync, they both say, “yes.”
Jack likes the way you smile against him. He lifts your head up so he can lean in and kiss you with the same amount of affection that Pope has when he kisses you.
“Let's take this one day at a time and see where it goes.” Jack tells you with so much kindness in his tone.
“Is that alright with you?” Pope sits back down next to his brother, pulling you to look at him.
You nod and that's when he leans in to kiss you too and you smile against his lips.
Then, you say as a little tease, “are you going to fuck me now or are you going to let your brother go first since he's still inside of me?”
That makes Pope laugh harder than he has all night, a sound that is so beautiful to hear that it has you giggling too and Jack can't hold in his chuckle either.
This seems like the start of a very fun relationship with two men who will make it their life's mission to have you laughing your days away, filled with more than just happiness.
How wonderful does that sound?
a/n: oh I am so mushy, I swear being in a happy relationship has me wanting to write such cutesy mush, I love it!!! also the title of this fic is based on the song blooming days by exo-cbx ❀
I think this would be fun to add onto in the future whenever I want to revisit a softer, more heartwarming relationship with jack and pope ~
꒰ . ₊˚⊹♡ JACK IN :: “you would be a fun night for sure” . ꒱
tags: p in v unprotected, jack talking dirty helllooooo, fucking your boss, just porn lol
a/n: this come from a comment in a tiktok lol! also a line from his quinn audio made a cameo, lets see if any of you catch it...not proofread at all. sorry if this is sloppy im sick...
it starts off with a tipsy comment from your part when some of the night and day shift go out for drinks.
“you would be a fun night for sure.”
its a stupid comment that you should never say to your attending. not if you dont want to get fired. but jack would never fire you, he cant get enough of you. probably why you and him are cooped up in the corner of the booth everyone else is in, his shoulders pressed awfully close against yours and your faces dangerously close as well.
he doesn't speak for a moment, simply stares at you. that stare that makes you want to crawl inside your skin. you're afraid he might of been put off by it, grossed out that a girl more than ten years younger than him, a girl who's under his wing, sees him that way.
but he doesn't lean away, instead, that stupidly hot grin of his starts forming, raising his hand up to take a sip of his beer, but not before muttering; “want to test it out?”
so now here you are, in jack abbot's house, your bosses house. being eaten out against the door. your dress is hitched up to your hips, purse thrown on the floor while he's on his knees—which is definitely not good on his knee—with his nose and mouth deep in your pussy.
he just couldn't wait till you guys got to his room, he's been needing to have a taste of you. and you didn't disappoint at all. as sweet and tasty as he's imagined every night in his bed with his cock in his hand. he really can't believe he's finally tasting you.
“jackkk!” you mewl, hips bucking against his face as your hands tug on his curls. “so good..so fuckin' good baby.” you can hear and feel him say against you. the vibrations almost sending you over the edge. and when he finally pulls away? you whine, chest heaving as you watch him straighten up. “come on lets go to bed..” he grabs your waist, guiding you around his house to his bedroom. internally cussing himself out for not being able to carry you, but he doesn't exactly trust his prosthetic, not after putting a strain on it.
once inside his room, he presses his lips against you. allowing you to taste yourself in his tongue. your hands go up and down his chest, feeling his hard muscles and his tummy. “jack...” you moan out, being awfully needy.
but how you could you not? the same guy that you been fantasizing about since you joined the pitt. “i know sweetheart i know...” he coos into your mouth, gently placing you down on the bed, his thick fingers working on your back to take your zipper down.
you shiver, hands clenching around his biceps. he works slowly, painstakingly so to take your dress off, his eyes trailing up and down your body. once the dress is on the floor, he pulls away to take his shirt and pants off.
you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. he's so big, thick. you can see his print in his grey boxers. it makes you so weak. he crawls over you, his broad frame covering you almost completely as you wrap your arms around his neck. “ill show you a good night.” he whispers, smirking while placing wet kisses on your jaw and down to your chest.
he doesn't really bother getting you prepared, he did that minutes ago against the door. he simply takes his cock out of his boxers, slapping his tip against your clit. the rush of pride he feels when hearing your tiny gasps is a bit pathetic. but he continues, prodding your entrance with his tip.
“jackieee please please-” you whine, tugging at his hair again. god, you're making him discover new things about himself with the way he gets harder each time u tug at his hair. “stop being such a fuckin' tease..”
he smirks even more, one hand next to your head, gripping the bed sheets. “you dont have to beg me to fuck you,” he slams into you, burying his face into your neck. “im going to.” you gasp against his shoulder, nails clawing at his back. his pace is relentless from the start, working his mouth against your neck while pounding into you.
if you werent already dumb down by his cock, you would think you're in heaven with the way he's moaning, whimpering and groaning into your ear. it doesn't help that he's incredibly warm, so you're actively going limp in his arms while he fucks you.
“god sweetheart im so–” he lifts his head up, rough hand wrapping around your neck. you moan louder, eyes rolling back. a breathless laugh escapes his lips, dropping his head back beside your head. “you're so fucking tight baby. i can feel you squeezing me.”
you moan in response, hands leaving his back to wrap around his wrist. “you want my cock that bad, baby? tell me how bad you want it.” he's talking so filthy, he's never talked like that. not with his wife (may she rest in peace) or with the random girls he hooked up with after his wife's passing.
you babble, you fucking babble because you're so fucked out. “dirty girl...” he breathes against your cheek, face smooshed against yours. he's sloppy now, chasing your and his orgasm while trying to keep his composure enough to keep talking to you. “squeezing my cock like a good girl. such a good girl, my girl.”
he groans, unwrapping his hand around your neck to pull you closer into his arms. your face smooshing against his chest for him to be able to hold you as he pleases. "i can feel you squeezing me. you're close, arent you baby?”
you nod helplessly against his chest, nails digging into his sides as your moans turn muffled against his chest. “come with me, together.” with one final, sloppy thrust, you both come. the room is filled with whimpers from both of you, the bed stops creaking as he peppers kisses against yours forehead.
“you did so good, so good sweetheart.” he whispers against your forehead, slowly pulling out of you. his seed spills out of you, his fingers scooping it up to put it back inside. “you took me so well.” he continues praising you, causing you to smile. although very weakly.
you're both lucky you're on the pill, with how much he released into you you're sure you could've gotten pregnant immediately. he raises his head, rough, clammy hand brushing your hair out of your face. “dont get soft on me, old man.” you let out weakly, trying to regain energy.
“soft on you?” he says roughly, spreading your legs again, hooking them over his shoulders. “i told you ill show you a fun night, didnt i?” he leans down, causing you to whimper.
We need to spread the Terry agenda. So what do you think about Dbf! Terry pulls you over and you begging him not to tell your dad about this… you’ll do anything. 🥺 (make it as smutty as you like bestie)
OHHHH YES DBF! TERRY
wow this is so much longer than i expected it would be i really took that and ran, i had a lot of fun writing this hopefully you all have a good time reading it too <3
1.8k words cw: manipulation, power dynamic, age gap (but i dont really go into detail about it, just that hes dbf), coercion/dubcon? (he makes you do stuff so he wont write a ticket) hand cuffs, sir kink, car sex, praise kink, oral (reader receiving), p in v unprotected sex, manhandling, lmk if i missed any!
You are driving down an empty road in at night, you knew you should've left your friend's house earlier, but everyone was having so much fun and you had fomo.
Suddenly, there are a pair of headlights behind you, you don't know whether to celebrate or be worried, but you stop thinking about that as soon as you hear the sirens go off and the red and blue is flashing in your rear-view mirror.
fuck you didn't think you were speeding but maybe you were going a little fast since you just wanted to get home
You pull over to the right and sit there anxiously trying to figure out how to get out of this, because you called your dad saying you were home safe 3 hours ago, he can't find out you were stopped by another cop.
You are shocked out of your thoughts when you are blinded by a flashlight knock at your window and a flashlight in your face You roll the window down and fuuuuck its terry, there's no way your dad isn't finding out now, what kind of shit luck are you having tonight?
You don't know him too well, you've seen him come at your dad's house when he hosted barbeques and seen him a few times while visiting the station, but you try to remain calm and play it cool, "hi officer Terry, what seems to be the problem?"
"oh, its you, you aware you were going 20 over the speed limit, and what're you doing out this late, hun? should be at home in bed by now"
20 over? theres no way you were going that fast, shit you're gonna be in real trouble with your dad
"no officer i had no idea, i'm so sorry i was just trying to get home quickly, please dont give me a ticket, you know how my dad is, he'll kill me"
"20 over is pretty serious sweetheart i don't think i can just let ya' off with a warnin'"
"please, terry just this once, i'm begging you, i'd do anything"
"anything, huh?" he asks raising his eyebrows.
"yes, anything" you look up at him with big hopefully eyes and he knows he's got you in his trap
"alright, deal, step outta the car" he uses his flashlight to point to where he wants you. You open your door and step out with your back to the side of your car, as he stands in front of you.
"now kiss me"
"what?" is he serious?
"you heard me sweetheart, you said you'd do anything didn't ya?"
Slowly nodding, eyes drifting to his lips, you hesitate a little but lean in to press a kiss on to his lips. it couldn't be so bad right? you can just give him a kiss and then he will let you go and everything will be fine
Boy were you wrong, as soon as your lips make contact with his, he's pushing you against your car and deepening the kiss forcing you to whimper against his mouth.
One of his hands is gripping your chin and the other is running up and down your waist. When he finally pulls off and lets you breathe, you are immediately flipped around and press your front to the car, then feel cold metal around your wrists.
"wha- what are you doing?"
"you said you'd do anything, so that means I can do anything i want to ya, right?" he leans in by your ear, "'you don't want me to write up that ticket do ya?"
what the hell is happening, there's no way this is happening right now, but its either this or your dad's wrath, you always thought he looked good for his age and his arms wer-
"i ask you a question sweetheart"
"no, don't write that ticket"
"s'cuse you?"
"please don't write that ticket, sir"
"uh huh, that's what i thought, now walk to my car"
You get to his cruiser, and he opens the back door, "get in, on your knees, face on the seat"
With your hands still cuffed behind your back, you manage to climb into the car with your ass facing him, he climbs in behind you and runs his hands from your waist down to your thighs.
You feel him bring a hand up between your legs as he rubs his fingers backs and forth making you twitch and grind on to his hand.
"oh, so eager now that you're starting to feel good?
You turn your head to the side to look at his face and whisper out "yes, sir"
"jus' pretendin' you didn't want me earlier, huh?" he dips a hand beneath your waist band of your sweats and panties, touching your bare pussy, "fuck, you're already drippin' for me"
He pulls out and brings his fingers to his mouth "mmm, taste even better than I imagined"
he's thought about this? wasn't this something he came up with spur of the moment?
He hooks his thumbs into your sweats and panties and pull them down at once, his tongue is immediately on you, licking a stripe from your clit to your weeping hole. The sudden pleasure making you moan and squirm away from him.
He grabs you by the thighs and pulls you back toward him, "ah-ah, don't try runnin' from me, hun"
Then his mouth is back on you and fuck it feels so good, you don't know why but you just give in. Your arms are straining against the cuffs, you're moaning into the seat and can't that you are grinding into his face, which only makes him hum and start rubbing your clit with his thumb as he pushes his tongue inside you/
"oh my god- hngg, pl-please"
"please what, huh?, what're you beggin' for sweetheart?"
"please make me cum sir" you whine out.
He plunges two fingers inside and starts sucking on your clit and it's all just so much you cum right then, twitching and moaning with your arms still bound, on your dad's best friend's face and fingers.
god this is so humiliating, theres no way you can attend your dad's parties anymore
He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on your ass, before giving your clit a little kiss as your body slumps even deeper into the seat. You only get a few breaths in before Terry is hauling you upright by the arms, he positions you on your knees, straddling his muscular thighs, and kisses you hard, you taste yourself on his tongue and whimper into his mouth.
"now you're gonna ride me, baby" he growls, smirking at you with lust filled eyes as he pulls out his rock hard cock.
Your eyes widen at the sight of it, he's so big and girthy and already leaking precum, you don't know if he's going to fit. Not to mention you can barely hold yourself up and your legs feel like jelly right now. You feel dizzy even imagining it inside you.
"c'mon sweetheart, i know you can do it, i'll even help ya, jus' lift your hips for me, justtttt like that" he rubs the tip through your folds sending jolts all over your body. Then he sinks the tip inside you, "already takin' me so well, huh? squeezing me so tight"
He barely gives you a second to adjust and he's pulling you down further onto his cock.
"fuck, you're so big, sir, feels so good" your mouth is moving faster than your brain because you can't believe you just said that or that this is even happening.
When you have finally sunken down all the way, you just feel so full it forces out a moan. He drags you back and forth on his cock, then lifts you by the hips and slams you back down. He's hitting all the right spots inside you, your mind just goes blank for a second.
"come back to me, hun" he says as he taps on your cheek, "there ya go, i gotcha" he just continues manhandling you onto his cock. You cum so fast because you are still sensitive from when you came on his tongue, but he's still using you while you squirm in his grasp which just makes him grip you harder. It feels like forever until you finally feel his cock twitching inside and he pulls out of you, jerking himself off and groaning as he cums all over your thighs.
You collapse onto his chest as soon as he's done, and he reaches around you to undo your cuffs. Your arms fall by your sides and he goes to kiss your neck but it was so unexpectedly gentle. He lifts your face by your chin, pressing sweet kisses onto your cheeks and lips. "so perfect for me, sweetheart" you can only hum in response. He holds you there for a bit then admits "been thinkin' 'bout this since your old man's Christmas get together y'know that? jus' knew i had to get my hands on you"
starting to come back into your mind and comprehending what he just said you remember the ticket, "so this was your plan? go on a search for me and hope im speeding so you can black mail me?" you ask half jokingly.
"wellll sorta, plan was just to pull you over, you weren't actually speeding, you were actually drivin' the exact speed limit, kinda impressive actually"
this motherfucker "WHAT THE FUCK TERRY?" you yell punching him in the shoulder lightly, "what was all this for then!?"
"well you enjoyed it didn't ya, you were beggin' me n everything, i certainly enjoyed it" he said with that stupid smirk on his face, and all you can do is hide your face in his chest.
"c'mon, ill get you some wipes then you can put your pants back on, you think you can drive? i'll escort you home"
"mhmm mkay" you nod and climb off of him. Once you get all cleaned up, at least as much as you could at this point, and gotten dressed again you started heading for your car. Terry calls you back and hands you a card, "my number's on here, gimme a call if you need anythin' i know goin' to your old man can be tough, or if ya ever catch yourself speedin' and wanna self report if ya know what i mean", that dumb smirk is back on his face.
You stick the card in your pocket and walk to your car, as promised he gets you home safely and waits for you to get inside before driving off. You collapse onto your couch and contemplate life and what led you to that moment, then pull out that card. Oh you are definitely making that call.
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We need to spread the Terry agenda. So what do you think about Dbf! Terry pulls you over and you begging him not to tell your dad about this… you’ll do anything. 🥺 (make it as smutty as you like bestie)
OHHHH YES DBF! TERRY
wow this is so much longer than i expected it would be i really took that and ran, i had a lot of fun writing this hopefully you all have a good time reading it too <3
1.8k words cw: manipulation, power dynamic, age gap (but i dont really go into detail about it, just that hes dbf), coercion/dubcon? (he makes you do stuff so he wont write a ticket) hand cuffs, sir kink, car sex, praise kink, oral (reader receiving), p in v unprotected sex, manhandling, lmk if i missed any!
You are driving down an empty road in at night, you knew you should've left your friend's house earlier, but everyone was having so much fun and you had fomo.
Suddenly, there are a pair of headlights behind you, you don't know whether to celebrate or be worried, but you stop thinking about that as soon as you hear the sirens go off and the red and blue is flashing in your rear-view mirror.
fuck you didn't think you were speeding but maybe you were going a little fast since you just wanted to get home
You pull over to the right and sit there anxiously trying to figure out how to get out of this, because you called your dad saying you were home safe 3 hours ago, he can't find out you were stopped by another cop.
You are shocked out of your thoughts when you are blinded by a flashlight knock at your window and a flashlight in your face You roll the window down and fuuuuck its terry, there's no way your dad isn't finding out now, what kind of shit luck are you having tonight?
You don't know him too well, you've seen him come at your dad's house when he hosted barbeques and seen him a few times while visiting the station, but you try to remain calm and play it cool, "hi officer Terry, what seems to be the problem?"
"oh, its you, you aware you were going 20 over the speed limit, and what're you doing out this late, hun? should be at home in bed by now"
20 over? theres no way you were going that fast, shit you're gonna be in real trouble with your dad
"no officer i had no idea, i'm so sorry i was just trying to get home quickly, please dont give me a ticket, you know how my dad is, he'll kill me"
"20 over is pretty serious sweetheart i don't think i can just let ya' off with a warnin'"
"please, terry just this once, i'm begging you, i'd do anything"
"anything, huh?" he asks raising his eyebrows.
"yes, anything" you look up at him with big hopefully eyes and he knows he's got you in his trap
"alright, deal, step outta the car" he uses his flashlight to point to where he wants you. You open your door and step out with your back to the side of your car, as he stands in front of you.
"now kiss me"
"what?" is he serious?
"you heard me sweetheart, you said you'd do anything didn't ya?"
Slowly nodding, eyes drifting to his lips, you hesitate a little but lean in to press a kiss on to his lips. it couldn't be so bad right? you can just give him a kiss and then he will let you go and everything will be fine
Boy were you wrong, as soon as your lips make contact with his, he's pushing you against your car and deepening the kiss forcing you to whimper against his mouth.
One of his hands is gripping your chin and the other is running up and down your waist. When he finally pulls off and lets you breathe, you are immediately flipped around and press your front to the car, then feel cold metal around your wrists.
"wha- what are you doing?"
"you said you'd do anything, so that means I can do anything i want to ya, right?" he leans in by your ear, "'you don't want me to write up that ticket do ya?"
what the hell is happening, there's no way this is happening right now, but its either this or your dad's wrath, you always thought he looked good for his age and his arms wer-
"i ask you a question sweetheart"
"no, don't write that ticket"
"s'cuse you?"
"please don't write that ticket, sir"
"uh huh, that's what i thought, now walk to my car"
You get to his cruiser, and he opens the back door, "get in, on your knees, face on the seat"
With your hands still cuffed behind your back, you manage to climb into the car with your ass facing him, he climbs in behind you and runs his hands from your waist down to your thighs.
You feel him bring a hand up between your legs as he rubs his fingers backs and forth making you twitch and grind on to his hand.
"oh, so eager now that you're starting to feel good?
You turn your head to the side to look at his face and whisper out "yes, sir"
"jus' pretendin' you didn't want me earlier, huh?" he dips a hand beneath your waist band of your sweats and panties, touching your bare pussy, "fuck, you're already drippin' for me"
He pulls out and brings his fingers to his mouth "mmm, taste even better than I imagined"
he's thought about this? wasn't this something he came up with spur of the moment?
He hooks his thumbs into your sweats and panties and pull them down at once, his tongue is immediately on you, licking a stripe from your clit to your weeping hole. The sudden pleasure making you moan and squirm away from him.
He grabs you by the thighs and pulls you back toward him, "ah-ah, don't try runnin' from me, hun"
Then his mouth is back on you and fuck it feels so good, you don't know why but you just give in. Your arms are straining against the cuffs, you're moaning into the seat and can't that you are grinding into his face, which only makes him hum and start rubbing your clit with his thumb as he pushes his tongue inside you/
"oh my god- hngg, pl-please"
"please what, huh?, what're you beggin' for sweetheart?"
"please make me cum sir" you whine out.
He plunges two fingers inside and starts sucking on your clit and it's all just so much you cum right then, twitching and moaning with your arms still bound, on your dad's best friend's face and fingers.
god this is so humiliating, theres no way you can attend your dad's parties anymore
He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on your ass, before giving your clit a little kiss as your body slumps even deeper into the seat. You only get a few breaths in before Terry is hauling you upright by the arms, he positions you on your knees, straddling his muscular thighs, and kisses you hard, you taste yourself on his tongue and whimper into his mouth.
"now you're gonna ride me, baby" he growls, smirking at you with lust filled eyes as he pulls out his rock hard cock.
Your eyes widen at the sight of it, he's so big and girthy and already leaking precum, you don't know if he's going to fit. Not to mention you can barely hold yourself up and your legs feel like jelly right now. You feel dizzy even imagining it inside you.
"c'mon sweetheart, i know you can do it, i'll even help ya, jus' lift your hips for me, justtttt like that" he rubs the tip through your folds sending jolts all over your body. Then he sinks the tip inside you, "already takin' me so well, huh? squeezing me so tight"
He barely gives you a second to adjust and he's pulling you down further onto his cock.
"fuck, you're so big, sir, feels so good" your mouth is moving faster than your brain because you can't believe you just said that or that this is even happening.
When you have finally sunken down all the way, you just feel so full it forces out a moan. He drags you back and forth on his cock, then lifts you by the hips and slams you back down. He's hitting all the right spots inside you, your mind just goes blank for a second.
"come back to me, hun" he says as he taps on your cheek, "there ya go, i gotcha" he just continues manhandling you onto his cock. You cum so fast because you are still sensitive from when you came on his tongue, but he's still using you while you squirm in his grasp which just makes him grip you harder. It feels like forever until you finally feel his cock twitching inside and he pulls out of you, jerking himself off and groaning as he cums all over your thighs.
You collapse onto his chest as soon as he's done, and he reaches around you to undo your cuffs. Your arms fall by your sides and he goes to kiss your neck but it was so unexpectedly gentle. He lifts your face by your chin, pressing sweet kisses onto your cheeks and lips. "so perfect for me, sweetheart" you can only hum in response. He holds you there for a bit then admits "been thinkin' 'bout this since your old man's Christmas get together y'know that? jus' knew i had to get my hands on you"
starting to come back into your mind and comprehending what he just said you remember the ticket, "so this was your plan? go on a search for me and hope im speeding so you can black mail me?" you ask half jokingly.
"wellll sorta, plan was just to pull you over, you weren't actually speeding, you were actually drivin' the exact speed limit, kinda impressive actually"
this motherfucker "WHAT THE FUCK TERRY?" you yell punching him in the shoulder lightly, "what was all this for then!?"
"well you enjoyed it didn't ya, you were beggin' me n everything, i certainly enjoyed it" he said with that stupid smirk on his face, and all you can do is hide your face in his chest.
"c'mon, ill get you some wipes then you can put your pants back on, you think you can drive? i'll escort you home"
"mhmm mkay" you nod and climb off of him. Once you get all cleaned up, at least as much as you could at this point, and gotten dressed again you started heading for your car. Terry calls you back and hands you a card, "my number's on here, gimme a call if you need anythin' i know goin' to your old man can be tough, or if ya ever catch yourself speedin' and wanna self report if ya know what i mean", that dumb smirk is back on his face.
You stick the card in your pocket and walk to your car, as promised he gets you home safely and waits for you to get inside before driving off. You collapse onto your couch and contemplate life and what led you to that moment, then pull out that card. Oh you are definitely making that call.
you pressed the napkin to your mouth, wiping away any remaining oil from the blackened fish and rice you had just finished. you waited a few moments for the flavor to settle on your tongue before scribbling your final notes into your notebook. it was good, a proper mix of meaty and soft. the seasoning was even, but a little too strong on the lemon when combined with the juice of the slice it was garnished with. clicking your pen closed, you looked up and signaled your waiter, confirming that your three-course meal was done and you were ready to talk to the chef.
a few moments later, grant stepped into the main dining room. he gave greeting nods to customers as he made his way over to your table. he had that stupidly charming half-smile on his face.
"how was it?" he asked, folding his hands behind his back and tilting his head. you pursed your lips and nodded.
"you know i can't give you my secrets, grant." you smirked.
"oh, come on, you can't give a preview for your favorite chef in the city?" you pursed your lips and hummed.
"you're right," you agreed "i'll swing by marco's and let him know." grant rolled his eyes.
"you're so funny." he bit out sarcastically.
"i know." you rearranged the plates on the table to make it easier for the bussers to collect them. "don't worry," you soothed "the food was good. but...don't you think the prices are a bit...exorbitant?"
"well," grant chuckled "we are a michelin star restaurant." his smile widened. "plus, you know, i have a wife i have to spoil."
"right. she must be very lucky." you sat there smiling at each other for a few moments. until grant's eyes flicked down to your open notebook. his mouth dropped and his brows furrowed.
"too much lemon?" he read with a frown "i thought you liked citrus." you immediately snapped the notebook closed.
"i do!" you assured "it's just-" you cut yourself off. no. you had rules. "you'll see it in the review." grant tossed his head back for a groan and you got to your feet, gathering your things.
"can't believe you're making me wait." he grumbled and pouted. you took a step toward him and ran your hand along his bicep.
"you're right, i'm so mean." you mocked his pout. "i'll make it up to you, promise." you pressed a kiss to his cheek, squeezing his arm. before you pulled away, you whispered, "i'll see you at home for desert." grant took a deep breath and closed his eyes. a deep hum rumbled from his chest. you waved goodbye to the cooks watching the exchange from the kitchen window and walked out the door.
grant watched you leave, eyes locked on the subtle sway of your hips. his tongue ran along the seam of his lips. in a few hours, they'd be covered in you. a bell jerked him back into reality and he fought the blush that crawled up his neck as he returned to the kitchen. his shift couldn't end soon enough.
being drunk and silly with your boyfriend jack abbot !!
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date night had been successful as always. the only hitch in your romantic plans was you getting accidentally wasted.
jack had insisted that the two of you could go to bed when you got home. that he wasn't expecting anything from you and didn't need anything besides you cuddling up in bed beside him.
but drunk you was persistent. you put on a tiny dress after all, did your makeup and wore a matching lacey set you knew he'd love. and by the time you pushed him onto the couch and dropped to your knees in front of him, he was already hard from your sloppy kisses and whispered dirty words in his ear. you couldn't just leave him hanging!
as you took his thick cock out of his boxers, you tried very hard to stay serious, even though everything got slightly fuzzy and realllyyy funny. so you decided not to look into your boyfriends eyes as you tried to suck his dick while shit faced.
you lean down to place a kiss to the head of him, then another. then another and another while giggling as you think about how cute his pink tip is. you hear him sigh impatiently and you blink up at him through bleary eyes. "s-sorry *hic* soryy jackie- 's jus sooo pretty."
he runs a hand through his silver curls before reaching down to try and haul you off your knees. his arms grip under your armpits like how a parent picks up a toddler. " 's alright baby you don't have to. lets just go to sleep alright?"
but you squirm out of his hold and firmly plant yourself on your knees. pouting all serious now. "no! i can do it *hic* promise!" after a second of scanning your face for doubt, jack nods and settles back into the couch when all he finds is determination.
you wrap your manicured hand around his pretty cock, a lopsided grin forms on your face when you hears jack's breath catch. you prop your elbow on one of his spread knees and rest your cheek against your fist as you stroke him way too slowly due to time meaning nothing to you in your buzzed state of mind.
you don't even realize you're eye lids drooping until jack thrusts up into your hand with a rough, "cmon baby." you jolt upright instantly, swallowing down a drunken yawn before forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand. sweetly saying "sorry jackie."
you bend forward to lick him, a long stripe from base to tip that has you smacking your lips with a "mmmm tastes good." jack huffs a laugh thats snuffed out by a groan when you take him in your mouth.
one languid suck of his length has you feeling dizzy. but not the usual kind of dizziness that blooms from pleasure, the intoxicated kind. when you bob back up the world spins, you mumble jacks name weakly before your hands shoot out to grab at his thick thighs.
he straightens instantly, cursing as he grips your biceps, hard cock still standing at attention inches from your face. "no more." he grunts with a grimace on his wrinkled face, looking like he's about to try and move you from your spot again.
but he's so hard! and you told him you wanted to do this. and you still do. you love making him feel good and getting drunk was not going to stop you from doing so. you start to whine and shimmy out of his hold. " 'm jus too dizzy. *hic* help me please?" your lower lip wobbles and tears brim at your waterline. jack gives you a doting smile and strokes your hair, not being able to say no to you. "course i can sweetheart."
thinking he's gonna fuck your face, you form an 'o' and go to take him back in your mouth. you squeak in surprise when jack grips your hair and gently tugs you back to look up at him. he chides "nuh uh baby. dont wan't you gettin' nauseous." before you can even argue he lays his thumb on your tongue and drags it outwards. "lemme do all the work. stick that tongue out. good girl- just like that."
you giggle at the praise, shifting on your knees so he has a better view of you all glossy eyed and pliant for him. jack takes himself in his vein covered hand and starts to leisurely stroke. watching him touch himself has your cheeks heating and thighs squirming. "jackiee" you whine, for nothing in particular.
but he just shakes his head as his movements speed up, grunting as he twists his wrist at the tip. "don't worry baby. just sit there and look pretty- fuck- y'so pretty sweetheart." after however long -you're so wasted you couldn't say- his jaw clenches and his thighs tense and you can tell he's getting close.
you see his aged face pinch as he squeezes the thick base with his hand while staring at you wide eyed for him. your hands start to feel real useless. so you reach out to grip his balls to help! he groans loudly as you start to massage them in your soft palm.
"fuck- just like that- doin so good-" his praises have you sober the tiniest bit, enough to lean forward and dribble some spit onto his glistening tip. jack throws his head back in a broken moan before gluing his blown out eyes back to yours. "gonna cum- tongue out f'me. now."
you obey him, instantly rewarded by the sound of jack cumming, groaning your name along with a string of lewd praises. "oooh fuck- fuck baby- so good. you're so good-" he tilts his hips forward as his hand jerks himself rapidly, his salty release spraying you from your extended tongue, to your smudged mascara covered cheeks, to the tip of your nose. he only collapses when you're entirely painted in his cum, slowly blinking down at you. his chuckle at your huge grin and sticky face is weak and satisfied.
you stick your tongue out to start to lick up his release but he stops you by successfully picking you up and dropping you on the couch. "leave it." he demands as he makes his way down your body to spread your legs with his large palms.
he tugs your panties to the side and sucks a hickey to your inner thigh after you nod at him as a yes, then rasps onto your skin, "want us to match by the time im done, baby."
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Finally someone else who is about Terry McCandless. I wanna hear your thoughts on his kinks—we know he used to dominate Lee Anne, but what else does he like to indulge in?
yess im collecting the terry enjoyers and hopefully turning more people into terry enjoyers
i think hes very different if its just a one night stand or a fling, hes just there to fuck and hes outta there
but if youve wormed your way into his heart hes head over heals, a softie at heart, just look at how he was chasing lee ann around like a lost puppy
as far as kinks i think he likes free use, bondage, edging+overstim, and dumbification, hes a pleasure dom in my mind, he wants to make you cum so much its more for his enjoyment than yours at that point
with bondage i dont think he learns shibari or anything, he just uses his tie, belt or cuffs to tie your hands to the bed frame, hes so annoying and such a tease, he kisses down your body and down your thighs but avoids where you really need him until you are whining and begging for him
hes so smug about it too, he would cockwarm you if he could, but once hes inside you he cant resist
afterwards hes so sweet and you get lots of cuddles and kisses
Finally someone else who is about Terry McCandless. I wanna hear your thoughts on his kinks—we know he used to dominate Lee Anne, but what else does he like to indulge in?
yess im collecting the terry enjoyers and hopefully turning more people into terry enjoyers
i think hes very different if its just a one night stand or a fling, hes just there to fuck and hes outta there
but if youve wormed your way into his heart hes head over heals, a softie at heart, just look at how he was chasing lee ann around like a lost puppy
as far as kinks i think he likes free use, bondage, edging+overstim, and dumbification, hes a pleasure dom in my mind, he wants to make you cum so much its more for his enjoyment than yours at that point
with bondage i dont think he learns shibari or anything, he just uses his tie, belt or cuffs to tie your hands to the bed frame, hes so annoying and such a tease, he kisses down your body and down your thighs but avoids where you really need him until you are whining and begging for him
hes so smug about it too, he would cockwarm you if he could, but once hes inside you he cant resist
afterwards hes so sweet and you get lots of cuddles and kisses
do u think sammy would like being called "bunny"?? i feel like he would be a little confused at first, but he's sooo bunny adjacent (coming from your zootopia post LOL)
hehehe YES. that's officer bunny to you!
the first time it happens is when sammy's laying on your chest, and you have his face in your hands. he leans his head into one of your palms, and lets his eyes flutter shut, nose twitching. you can't help but coo, "baby, you look just like a bunny right now!"
his eyes fly open and he's stuttering: "d-do i? what? babe, no, i'm a grown man..." he's trying sooo hard to beat the allegations, but his words come out a little smushed from where his chubby cheeks are pressed into your hands.
and when you start petting his hair and you whisper, "do you like this, bunny?" sammy's a goner. he breathes out a pitiful "yeah..." and melts into your touch <3
sammy bryant the type of guy to want to dress up as nick wilde and judy hopps from zootopia for halloween. i'll do it... but only if he's judy. he's the cop, after all, it just makes more sense! and he has that twitchy little nose. put on the ears bunny boy 😛
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“i think i need bigger scrubs now, sweetheart.”
“what was that?” you turned your attention from your vanity to see jack looking at himself in the full-length mirror. you watched him shift his body side to side, analysing — he looked fine to you. you had no idea what he was talking about until you followed his gaze down to his belly.
he ran his hands down his gut, cupped the softness beneath it. he gave it a little jiggle then released it, the recoil made you bite your lip.
it was mainly your fault — your damn cooking and baking were to blame. jack used to live off of subscribing to a meal delivery service. it was ‘okay’ but it was nothing like home-cooked food. apparently he’d rather dedicate his time for yoga and going out for a run.
even jack had gotten a little lazy for those. you insisted on staying in bed for a bit longer to cuddle, or a quickie. you always made too much food, and you always press him to finish his plate. it was a mindset that’s been passed on to you by your grandparents, to ‘clean up your plate’ because ‘someone had taken precious effort to make it for you.’
and there was also a sense of satisfaction to see jack enjoy your cooking. you already felt ‘full’ watching him eat.
you set your brush down and rose from your seat, making your way behind him. you pressed yourself against his back and wrapped your arms around him, your hands barely meeting at his belly. then you rested your cheek against the beef of his arm.
you looked at him seriously through the mirror. “jack–” you started before he interrupted you, “i’m not complaining, just noticing.”
he continued, “it’s just. . .not exactly comfortable, especially when we move around a lot. we’re in the emergency department — it’s like a medical survival show.”
you laughed softly, you agreed. you were ready to admonish him for talking down to himself, you were happy that was not the case. he would be always attractive and sexy in your eyes.
his growing belly excited you so much you didn’t realise you’d started running your hands languidly up and down, kneading and squeezing the fat.
jack looked down to your hands, raising a curious eyebrow. he felt your chest release heavy breaths, he turned his attention back to the mirror. there was a distant look in your eyes, glazed over. your mouth slightly agape. huh.
“uhh, hon? should we head out?”
you snapped out of it at the sound of his deep voice. when you came to, you saw him sporting a tiny smirk. you felt your face heat up with embarrassment.
jack started to connect the dots throughout the night — the way you stared at his stomach when he clasps his hands behind his back during handovers, the gentle pats of praise for his good calls, and, again. . .the containers of food you brought that could be shared between three people, all somehow ending up all for him.
it never occurred to him until now, you’d completely conditioned him into eating more than he usually did. oh well, you wormed your way to his heart through his stomach.
as soon as you locked the door after you got home, jack pulled you into a tight embrace. he’d done it on purpose, holding you against him until you felt his soft belly getting squished between you. you tried really hard to stop the small whimper that escaped you, but he heard it. cat’s out of the bag now.
“anything you wanna tell me, sweetheart?”
“umm. . .” you could sense blood rush to your face with humiliation again. how could you possibly confess the dirty stuff you want to do to his belly? you stood there quiet and frozen in place. you wanted to separate yourself from his grasp, run to the bedroom you share with him, and lock yourself in.
but jack had voiced it out for you. “i saw you eyeing my stomach.” he ran his palms slowly over the exposed skin of your arms, trying to soothe you. “it’s okay. you like it that much?”
“you like that it’s getting bigger? you like seeing the result of your care and how much you love me?” he continued talking, “fuck, baby. . . now that i’m thinking about it, the way you take care of me is making me sooo fucking hard.”
you gasped at his crudity. he suddenly held one of your wrists and placed your hand on the top of the fat, then he led it downwards to his raging hard on. the sound of your whiny moan made his hips buck up.
he rested his forehead against yours, you could feel his heavy pants fan on your lips. jesus, he’s really horny.
“s-show me. fuck—” he didn’t stop thrusting into your hand, he just kept going. “please, baby. please— show me what you wanna do to me.” he sounded absolutely pathetic begging you, and you fucking love it. you could feel yourself soak through your underwear and pants.
“use me.”
you instantly dropped to your knees, you bunched his scrub top and undershirt up until his tummy was revealed to you. you peppered it with open-mouthed kisses, licked it, bit it, sucked a hickey on it — all the while keeping your eye on jack completely losing his mind.
you were never good with talking dirty, instead you showed it through your actions.
you tugged his pants and boxers down, the heaviness of his cock slapping against the plush of his belly. it was, by far, the sexiest sight you’d ever seen.
you gave him one last kiss on the side of his gut before you enveloped the tip of his cock with your mouth. there was no teasing or patience — you pushed yourself towards the base until you could feel your lips kissing his mound.
jack never pressured you into taking all of him, he could cum just by licking on his tip alone. but you wanted to make him feel good and hear him praise you for being such a good girl.
most of all, you wanted to feel the fat of his stomach pressing against your forehead. you squeezed the flesh with your hands, so you could get closer to him as much as possible. if you could choose a way to go, this was it — death by suffocation due to his growing belly. maybe next time you could ask him to fuck your mouth like a fleshlight whilst you lie on the bed.
you pulled away before ramming his dick inside your mouth again a couple more times. your top had darkened because it was drenched with your spit. at some point, you involuntarily started to hump the air. you could reach your orgasm just by sucking him off.
jack had to forcefully pull away, stumbling back, and would’ve fallen on his ass if you hadn’t help stabilise himself. he didn’t want to shoot his load yet, he badly wanted to see what else you’d do to him.
you two had stripped down to nothing along the way. you were sitting on the meat of jack’s thighs and started bouncing on his cock. you placed your hands on his belly, in awe of the way the movement of your hips caused it to ripple.
jack held on to your waist, watching you stare at his abdomen. something awakened inside of him, he adjusted the position of his lower limbs, bended his knees, and rested the soles of his feet on the mattress. he started to pound himself into you, meeting you halfway. the ripples turned into stronger waves, making you moan out loud and sinking your nails into the flesh.
he brought one of his hands to his mouth — biting the back of it as he groaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. his voice was muffled when he grunted, “i’m cumming, baby. shit–! i’m– cumming!”
he was surprised when you pulled yourself out because he’d always cum inside of you. he didn’t have the opportunity to question you as he could not stop his release, making a mess all over his tummy.
you were almost at your peak as well, you rolled your hips against his belly — your wetness mixed with jack’s seed were used as lubricant to easily rub your clit on him.
“jesus fucking christ.” jack quietly muttered to himself, the scene was making his flaccid dick harden again. “yeah. . . make it messier, baby. make yourself cum on it.”
your body jolted, convulsing in shockwaves. jack could feel your hole clenching and more of your juices leaking out of you. the real thing was even better than you could ever imagine, you’d been humping your pillow wishing it was jack instead.
you dismounted from jack’s body to position yourself at his side, you bent forward to start gently lapping on your mixed fluids saturating his skin. you took your time cleaning him up while he watched, adoring. today, you made him feel more loved and cherished. ♡
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free use with terry in a softly grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap so he can kiss your neck and put his hands down your pants to play with your clit kind of way
