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Shawn Hatosy as Sammy Bryant in SouthLAnd

“uh uh, no way”

“jaaaack it’s cute!” you whine, cocking your hip and placing your hand on the swell as you stand your ground.

“yeah too fuckin’ cute, i can’t pop a chubby on the beach, baby. please, for my sake, change.” he tries, but you know he wants you to wear it. he just loves the teasing faux argument, riles him up, even.

steve’s hips are planted firmly beneath yours as his head is thrown back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure. he's practically rambling, words tumbling out in a desperate mess- "fuuck baby... just like that.. don't stop, p-please"- when you suddenly start bouncing faster on his cock, taking him deeper with every sharp drop of your hips. the change in pace rips a needy groan from his throat, and before he can keep babbling, you lean forward and shove your tits right into his face, smothering his mouth and cutting off whatever pathetic little plea was about to spill out next.

he has no option but to suck, his lips latching onto one of your nipples instantly, tongue swirling hungrily as he moans into your soft skin. "mm-mommy—! s-so good," he cries out, the words muffled and vibrating against your breast while he pathetically bucks his hips up to match your thrusts, chasing the tight heat of your pussy with frantic little jerks that make his cock twitch inside you.

"what happened to mr. tough guy?" you ask as you grind down harder, rolling your hips in slow circles just to watch him fall apart even more. "you like when i fuck you like this steevie?"

he immediately starts nodding frantically, eyes glassy while he sucks harder on your tit, cheeks hollowing with the effort. his hands grip your waist tighter, fingers digging into your skin like he's afraid you'll stop, "y-yes... fuck, yes love it when you ride me like this baby please don't stop, i need it.. need you," he mumbles between sloppy, wet sucks, his voice cracking as another moan escapes him. every bounce of your hips sends sparks through both of you, his thighs trembling underneath you while he keeps thrusting up weakly, completely lost in the feeling of being used so perfectly by you.

The young pretty resident who recently joined the night shift and also his wildest fantasies. The shift from dream to reality did not take long; your hot attendant was, in fact, the first thing you noticed as soon as you arrived.

Jack likes to remind you that whatever has happened between you two can't happen again, yet he is the one who finds the silliest excuses to touch you in some ways and pushes you in the first empty room to kiss your skin.

As you put your scrub back on as soon as you can, Jack likes to remind you of his favourite words "Can't happen again". At the millionth time you hear that, you just roll your eyes and ignore the old man.

"Same time tomorrow?" you ask.

To which Jack finds himself nodding faster than he likes to admit.

You kiss him quickly before leaving the room.

spending the whole day on the beach, walking to collect shells & watching him literally throw his body into waves from the shoreline. whenever he comes back to sit with you he always stands over you and hooks a finger in your bikini top to catch a glimpse of you. blushing red and smiling with his teeth when you gasp and playfully push his hand away 👙☀️

when you get back to your hotel, you shower together, “conserves water babydoll, hop in” he teases. hugging under the warm water, kissing at the skin of his shoulder as his big arms hold you to him.

when it, naturally, gets a little handsy, sammy is acting suuuper coy, “excuse me young lady, i’m trying to shower here!” stepping in front of the stream to soap up his chest, your chest to his back.

running your hands across his chest and tummy, eventually taking a soapy palm to his cock. his knees buckling and his hands grasping to touch you behind his back, he lifts an arm up to tuck your pretty head against the side of his chest. teeth biting at his bottom lip, “fuuuu-fuuuck”

point of view. ⸝⸝ since being released from prison, pope has been so needy

pope’s hands tremble as they grip your hips, pulling you down onto the creaky bed in the chateau like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. since they let him out, he’s been like this; so starved, desperate, every touch like it’s the first real one in years. his breath shakes against your neck, hot and uneven, a soft whimper slipping from his lips as he presses open mouthed kisses down your collarbone.

“i missed this,” he breathes, voice cracking. his mouth trails lower, frantic and wet, kissing every inch of your chest like he’s memorizing you. his fingers dig into your skin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to show how bad he needs it, how starved he really is. another whimper escapes him when your hands slide into his hair, and he arches into it, hips grinding against your thigh.

he kisses down your stomach, lips brushing your ribs, your belly, then lower, tongue flicking out like he can’t get enough of your taste. “please… let me,” he mumbles between kisses, voice wrecked and needy. his breath hitches hard when you spread your legs for him, and he buries his face there instantly, moaning softly against your heat. his tongue works slow at first, savoring, but hunger takes over quick, lapping, sucking, whimpering with every little sound you make.

pope’s whole body shakes as he climbs back up, kissing your thighs, your hips, your breasts again, like he can’t stop. he doesn’t rush, instead he just keeps touching you slowly, kissing, whimpering your name like a prayer. “been so long… i need you so bad,” he gasps, breath shaky as he finally sinks into you, slow and deep, eyes fluttering shut with a broken moan.

he moves like he’s drowning in you, hips stuttering, mouth never leaving your skin, kissing your shoulders, your jaw, your lips in messy, desperate presses. every thrust pulls another soft whimper from him, his hands roaming everywhere, touching, gripping, like he’s making up for every empty day behind bars. “don’t stop… please.” he begs against your mouth, voice trembling, completely lost in how much he needs this, needs you.

it felt like the world was collapsing, all you could feel was andrew’s tongue lapping at you like he was deprived of water for days. You’re not thinking at all— he’s pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you and god, every time you feel like you’re ascending.

his nose prodding against your clit, tongue sliding in ‘n out and then licking a fat stripe up your cunt. It’s a never ending cycle. you’re holding onto the bed frame for dear life while he holds you against his face. He’s rutting up into the air, chasing relief so desperately. His tip is an angry red, cock throbbing but he’s not nearly as focused on that as he is on the scent of you.

your thighs wrapped tightly around his head, suffocating him almost but he doesn’t mind it, infact he seems to fuckin’ love it.

oh god yes <3

sitting right on top of him so your body is blocking the ocean as you settle into his lap. he’s putting the book down on his tummy with squinted eyes and a headshake, “what’re you up to, baby?”

your bathing suit bottoms soaking through his swimming trunks and you can *feel* him getting harder as his hands settle on your waist. pressing a quick peck to his lips before hopping off of him and back into your chair.

he’s chuckling a lil, shaking his head and putting his sunglasses back on with a nod, “you’re trouble.” teasingly running a hand over his jaw & scratching at his beard because he knows the sound drives you crazy.

a happy, giggling squeal and you’re taking the straw of your “sex on the beach” cocktail (jack recommended it, go figure) into your mouth. “what’re you reading daddy?” you tease, foot coming up to trace against your calf, metallic “j” anklet shimmering in the sun. you take the straw in a bit deeper, nails rubbing at the glass cup.

he turns to you with a sigh, half-hard but so in love with the relaxation in your shoulders and playfulness of your attitude. god knows his girl needed some time off… and he did too. “are you serious?” his gravelly voice gives out, eye twitching a bit at the honorific that always gets you & him exactly what you want.

“mmhm! tell me” your heart softens as jack pulls your chair closer to him so you can rest under his arm. cuddling into his chest, one hand on his pec & the other rested directly on top of his cock; you fall asleep as he breathily explains the plot of the newest novel he’s reading.