brooke

she blinked slowly up at him from where she was half buried in his pillows, lips parted slightly, completely blissed out.

“i am,” she mused.

“nuh uh.” pope leaned over her, one hand settling against her jaw to keep her attention on him. “you’re in and out of it.”

a sleepy little smile tugged at her mouth. “mm, i feel nice.”

his expression shifted at her words. he softened for half a second before the seriousness set back into his features.

“baby, i know.” his rough and calloused thumb brushed once under her eye. “need you to focus for me now.”

she really tried for him.

be the good girl that he needed her to be.

but then his hand moved down her arm slowly and her eyes drifted again.

pope clicked his tongue softly. “c’mon.”

he pushed himself up off the bed and came back within minutes, holding a glass of water. she made absolutely no move to take it from him, still staring at him with that hazy little expression that made something possessive twist hard in his chest.

“sit up.”

she whined quietly at the command, barely moving.

pope just stared at her for a second before placing the class of water down on the nightstand. then he started hooking an arm behind her back and lifting her against his chiseled chest himself. “there,” he nodded, “there baby, take it.”

she immediately sagged into him bonelessly, face tucked into his neck.

“baby,” pope warned lowly, though there was no real heat behind it. “drink the water.”

he pressed the cold glass into her hand and kept it there until she finally took a few timid sips.

“good girl.” he purred in relief.

the praise made her eyes flutter shut again instantly.

“hey.” his hand slid to the back of her neck, grounding her again.“no, no. stay awake another minute.”

“mean,” she whispered weakly.

“yeah?” pope’s mouth twitched slightly as he pulled the blanket over her legs. “you’re still listening though.”

she looked so soft like this. completely relaxed. trusting him enough to let go entirely.

that part always got to him.

because pope wasn’t used to people trusting him with the vulnerable parts of themselves. or any parts if themselves.

but here she was, half asleep in his arms without an ounce of hesitation, letting him guide her through every little thing.

his hand rubbed slowly up and down her back while he kept talking quietly to her, reeling her back in every time she started float.

“look at me.”

she obeyed.

“that’s it.” softer now. “you with me?”

a tiny nod.

it’s a been a long week. your body is completely exhausted from your incoming period; shaky and drained, your emotions totally heightened. all you wanted was for sammy to come home and just… lay into you– like really give it to you before you both cuddled up and slept the wednesday away.

dishes were cleaned, leftovers away, the house locked up for the night by the time sammy gets home. it was a flurry of movement throughout your warm, amber lit home. standing from the couch, you curl and uncurl your toes excitedly as the door jingles with sammy’s key.

you can hear the rush of blood in your ears, tongue feeling swollen as the nerve endings on your lobes roar to life. itchy, itchy, itchy. your body is yearning for sammy as you try and cover your pout.

stepping into your shared home, sammy finally sighs in relief at the warm vanilla scent & the sight in front of him. his girl, his sweet baby, standing at the couch waiting for him, cozy sweats & t-shirt making her the picture of comfort.

fuck, he feels too far away already. his green eyes catch on the slight shudder of your body at the sight of him, too.

“hi baby” he tiredly supplies, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door and slipping his shoes off. truthfully, it takes everything in you not to fall to your knees and help him. not to press your cheek against the side of his knee and hug at his calf while he scratches at your scalp. another shudder, his poor baby.

“what’s goin on honey?” sammy coos, voice light and airy as he makes his way over to you. his large palms cradle your cheeks, his own red from being overworked.

you don’t want him to worry, it’s a torment to think that you have caused him more stress just because you’re feeling needy. he doesn’t need more expectations, right?

so you nod and plaster a smile, nuzzling into his hand with a cheery “‘m okay! just really missed you sammy!”

it’s not a lie, you did really miss him. especially when you were wearing his t-shirt and bucking into your fingers unsuccessfully an hour earlier. there was no weight, no hold on top of you that sammy’s thick body always provided.

his thumb runs softly under your eye as he agrees, “okay,” soft and sweet. and the rest of the night goes without a hitch.

dinner, though you are essentially sitting on top of him, is finished pretty quickly.

because sammy sees right through you, always has. it’s no surprise that you, very quickly, find your knees touching your earrings only 15 minutes later.

and it’s filthy. sammy’s tummy warm against the backs of your thighs as pushes in slowly, your toes once again curling and uncurling. his hand stabilizes his lower back a bit, as he wraps the other underneath your knee. “keep ‘em spread. atta girl. good girl, baby.”

it’s all so much, the rocking of your gorgeous wooden bedframe against the wall, the little bead of sweat sliding down sammy’s forehead, the incessant squelching of you & him, the sound of puffy, soft skin slapping. if you weren’t so fucked out, you’d reach out to crush him to your chest in a hug.

his lips are bitten, gel loosening out of his hair as it first happens. “so wet, too fuckin’ wet baby hang on, ah fuck.” he babbles, trying to slip his cock back through your folds as you whine. your chest feels so heavy, the room feeling smaller as you dig your nails into his planted wrist; needing him to feel stable.

he finds his rhythm again, wet plaps & wiggled hips pressing up into your belly. both hands underneath your knees, you’re a total mess, whining and squealing “sammysammysammy” as his speed picks up. puffy cunt sucking him in, binding him to you.

sammy’s own whines pick up “fuck, doin’ so good, so so good mmmm” as he spreads you further. again, the loss of his thick cock causes a loud gasp to escape you.

this time, he wordlessly pumps himself quickly, tapping the tip against your weepy clit before stuffing himself back in as you claw at him.

gritted teeth, you’re almost too loud as you beg “sammy don’t stop, fuckin’ me so good sammy please!” your eyes squeeze shut, so so close as he yanks you forward with two strong hands on your hips. the metal of his silver watch digs into your skin as he moves to lay on top of you, sandwiching your legs between your torsos.

again, the dreaded, agonizing feeling of loss. his cock comes sliding out, and sammy initially chuckles before he looks up at you. it’s the final straw before a long, menstrual cycle.

you’re let out a hysterical cry, hands shaking as you desperately try and stuff him back inside of you. chanting in bratty delirium “no no no!”

he belongs inside, want him inside, need him inside.

“b-baby, hey, hey. whatsa matter princess?” he stops, sitting back up to pull you up with him. that same, comforting coo that makes you feel even emptier right now. you don’t move though, dumb and needy for your man. your man.

“oh god sammy i just fucking need you” you sob, having sammy help sit you up for more air in your lungs.

lightly blowing cold air on your face, he nods along to your sobbing complaints and fights the urge to tuck at his cock. a part of him loves when you cry, and it’s especially doing it for him that you’re crying over a 3 second loss of his cock in your cunt.

frantically you weep, “it’s just been such a long day, and i’m getting my period, and your shift is so long, and i’ve missed you so much, and i’m so tired, and i wanna cum so bad, and i want you to cum in me, and my heart hurts i want it so bad, and i-“

shushing you, sammy’s heart nearly shatters at your need. it’s so basic, so primal, it feels like your chemical make-up could’ve never existed without him filling you every. single. day.

“lotta big feelings, it’s alright, okay i’ll help you. let your sammy help you.” he tuts, laying you back down as your hands stretch to grab him. “too far sammy” “okay, okay, i got you. i have you, ‘s okay.”

sitting back on his haunches, sammy’s cock stands so proudly that you can barely look at it. sniffling and whining, you don’t even recognize yourself as you plead “oh god sammy please” “shhh, ‘m comin, it’s all good”

pulling your hips flush against his, your thighs are thrown over his own as he slides in again. chubby fingers pumping the base until he’s seated so comfortably in you that you’re huffing in relief.

slow fucking, that’s sammy’s favorite. the kind where he can feel the intrinsic chill you get when his tip kisses your cervix. the kind where he can hear your huffs and pouty sobs from how good it feels from the movement and simple knowledge that sammy is as close as he physically can be.

“never gonna slip out again, okay?” he huffs pushing into you in a grind, his hands pressing your arms down into your sides as you tremble.

there’s something so special about your husband seeing your need to let go, and leaving no room for you to do anything but take it. take him. the thought alone has both of you spiraling.

mushy & sweet, like your love for sammy, your cunt swallows him. over and over and over. and sammy finds himself collapsing over top of you. tummy pressed into yours, big biceps wrapping around your head to cradle you as you wail.

“im givin it- i’m givin it to you baby. fuck! milkin’ me dry, ‘s all for you, ‘s all my love” he huffs, his own eyes squeezing shut as he whispers into your ear.

soon the sobs turn to near screams, your hand almost pounding on his back in pleasure. “i love you! sammy, sammy i love you!”

his hips stutter, speeding up his thrusts as his mouth hangs open. breath after breath, his cock keeps coming “i love you baby. never leaving this sweet pussy. never ever, oh my god. full ‘a me forever i promise, always gonna keep you filled up. c’mon baby cum, cum for daddy, that’s it.”

sammy’s gentle voice sends you over the edge, a slobbery open mouth sob leaving your lips as you clutch him closer to you. “that’s it. ‘s good, so good. oh fuck, i’m cumming, so wet.. fuck-fuck!” he shudders, spilling into you and laying his full weight on top of you.

he effortlessly wore a pair of navy scrubs with a faded pittsburgh baseball cap pulled low over his brow line making her cheeks warm as she noticed his broad biceps peaking out from under his sleeve.

her eyes glanced towards his salt-and-pepper stubble and she waved as she noticed his hospital id clipped to his waistband.

she bit back a smile, noticing he had the most confused expression she'd ever seen directed at a coffee menu.

"is this your first time here?” she chirped.

he looked over at her— hazel eyes meeting hers. “is it that obvious?" he gave her a crooked sideways smile that caused her heart to flutter.

"a little." she chuckled but the second she said it, her face fell. "oh— sorry." she winced. "i’m sorry! that sounded mean."

"it did." he said flatly.

"oh my god—” she panicked walking her hands, motioning that she didn’t mean it that way.

"i’m kidding, kid.” his mouth tugged into the faintest smile making her gasp out as relief washed over her so visibly that he almost laughed.

"i was told to come here," he said as he stepped up to the register. "apparently the coffee across the street doesn’t hit the spot like this place does."

she giggled. "yeah, i’ve heard that before."

"you have?" he rose a brow, tilting his head causing her to to the same.

"mostly from doctors like you." she shrugged.

"how do you know i’m a doctor?"

"i mean..." she pointed sheepishly. "the badge gave it away."

he looked at it, "right."

great job. you moron, he thought.

she looked at him as he looked at the menu and ten back at her.

“i’m going to be honest." drawled.

"okay."

"i have no idea what any of this means." he pointed at all of the specialty items causing her to smile widely.

"t— the menu?"

he nodded once, "feels like i'm taking another board exam." he joked making her laugh— a bright sound that a couple people turned to look as she covered her mouth.

"oops, sorry."

"for laughing?" he tilted his head.

"i laugh really loud." she blushed shaking her head.

"i don't think you do."

"you don't?"

"no." he said as he found himself studying her for a second. she had this habit of apologizing for things that didn't need apologizing for.

"so," she said, trying to recover, "what do you usually drink?"

"eh” he shrugged, “a black coffee."

"no flavor?" she wondered.

"nope."

she nodded, "okay, any sugar?"

"no."

"creamer?"

"nah." he shook his head making her tilt her head, her hair fanning over her face.

"so, just a coffee then."

"yes, please."

"hm,” she pretended to think very hard, “i think i have just the thing." she chirped making him smile.

"i was hoping you'd say that."

she turned to make the drink while he looked around the shop. it was cozy, quiet and nothing like the emergency department he'd left twenty minutes ago.

"you know,” she hummed, her voice carrying over the sound of steaming milk, "you look less confused now."

"it’s because i’m not looking at the menu anymore."

"that helps." she mused.

"it does."

she finished pouring the coffee before grabbing a lid as she reached for a marker, she hesitated. she did it all of the time, the little smiley faces on the cups.. but he looked almost too serious for that. she bit her bottom lip, tapping the marker against the cup— then, before she could overthink it she drew a tny smiley face.

"there you go." she huffed out with a smile and slid the cup across the counter.

jack reached for it, looking down at the cup then back up at her. "you drew a smiley face."

eery ounce of confidence left her body, “oh.. i—” she laughed, “i do that sometimes.. b-it if people don’t like it i can—”

this is so embarrassing, she thought.

“you do it for everybody?"

she nodded quickly, “yeah, most of the time."

"why?"

she shrugged, "i don't know."

she gave him a bashful smile as she averted her eyes from him while giving him a tiny smile. “i think coffee should make people smile before they even drink it."

he looked at the cup again and then at her. "damn that's a good answer."

his words made her shiver causing her hands to rub her hands together ti distract herself on how nervous he was making her. her heart was beating so fast she almost thought he could actually hear it.

“i’m glad." she said quietly as he took a sip. jack paused, rolling his eyes making her stomach drop in anticipation.

"this is really good."

she stated at him while he started back. neither of them looking away from one another. neither of them moved. she opened her mouth to say ‘thank you’ but someone behind him politely cleared their throat.

he stepped aside, "right." he shook his head motioning for the person to walk up to the counter but her coworker came form the kitchen waved down the customer towards them, noticing how her cheeks were bright pink and the order man stood staring at her with a molten hot stare.

she laughed softly, "busy morning." she said, nervously twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.

"guess so." he hummed. he picked up his coffee again before heading toward the door but just before he pushed it open, he glanced back. "you know..” she looked up, "i never got your name."

for a second, she completely forgot how to speak as she opened and closed her mouth a few times before finally spitting it out to him. he repeated it quietly, like he was making sure he'd remember.

"jack." he pointed to himself making her laugh.

"i know."

"you do?" he asked in slight confusion.

he pointed toward the hospital badge still clipped to his waistband causing him to look down.

"i really should stop forgetting that's there." he blushed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck out and ofnervous habit.

"it keeps giving you away." she joked.

he laughed.

"i guess i’ll be seeing more of you” he smiled causing her to nod slowly.

"i hope so." she tilted her head as she watched him walk backwards towards the front door.

hack nodded once, biting his bottom lip like he was in his mid twenties all over again before disappearing out the door.

the little bell chimed behind him and stood there for another few seconds, staring at the door.

"you forgot to charge him for the extra espresso shot." her coworker's voice snapped her back to reality.

"w— what?"

"you gave him a double shot." her coworker laughed as she fished off the counter filled with croissant crumbs.

"i did?"

"mhm."

"oops." she shook her head before looking at the computer to see how she put in his order.

her coworker smirked. “you were flirting it up with that silver fox.” she laughed excitedly.

"hey! i was not." she protested.

"you absolutely were."

she looked down at the register, "do you think he'll actually come back here?"

his breath hitched when you took him in your mouth fully, "fuck baby", hand coming to fist your hair as the counter top took the rest of his weight. "what's gotten into you today hm" you hollowed out your cheeks, head bobbing as his cockhead neared the back of your throat on every take. you could tell he was close when his dick twitched against your tongue and the soft grunts grew louder above you. that's when you pulled off him, batting your eyelashes at his confusion.

"what-"

"it'll be fun" you lazily fisted his cock, keeping him alert. "please jackie, get to watch us fuck whenever you want" you licked a bead of precum away, his hips jolting at the feel of your tongue again. "don't you want that?"

"fuck" how could he say no to you? "fine"

you let him cum in your mouth to seal the deal. a sex tape.

-

he struggled a little at first. settling in as if there wasn't a camera capturing his every move on you. you'd set it up at the foot of the bed, feeling your pussy grow damp as you imagined the angles. being able to see how jack looked as he fucked into you, muscles straining, his face when he was cock deep in your cunt.

"relax baby" you purred against his stubble, nuzzling at him. "this is so fucking hot, gonna watch you fuck me over and over and oh-"

you needn't say any more. jack interupted you with his mouth on yours, sucking on your bottom lip with such fervour your chin was coated in his spit.

"gonna make you feel so good baby, make you cum for the camera yeah?" any performance anxiety he had disappeared when your back arched, bare tits pressing into his face as he circled his tongue around your nipple and rolled the other between fingertips.

"fuck jack 'm so wet, touch me, please" you weren't playing up to the camera. sex was always like this between the two of you, so much dirty talk and instruction, pleads and encouragement. you were just excited you'd finally be able to play some of it back.

your pussy jumped when you felt jacks breath between your legs. a kitten lick to your clit and a pull on your thighs then he was face deep, eating you to the high heavens. he moaned into you, hips gyrating against the sheets absentmindendly until he was chasing his own release in tandem with yours.

you fisted his hair with one hand and fucked his face til you were coming all over it. he came to his knees in time to avoid blowing his load all over the bed before he'd even had the chance of being inside you.

"on your knees baby"

you planted yourself at an angle that showcased your glistening cunt, all puffy and wide open for the camera to see. jack had already discarded his prosthetic at the same time as his clothes, positioning you just right in front of him. his hands smoothed over your ass, rolling the flesh before a palm came to thwack one of your cheeks.

"mmmpf, please jack-" he rubbed away the sting. "need your cock baby. please"

the whine in your plea was just too perfect for him not to give in. you looked back over your shoulder to see him stroking himself, eyes dark and concentrating on your sopping hole as he pushed into you. slow at first but you were too impatient, sinking back on your knees to take all of him hard and fast.

"jesus fuck- slow down angel" he huffed a laugh. "you tryna kill this old man?"

that didn't help his cause, pussy clamping down around his cock because he knew how tight it made you. to refer to the age gap between you, calling himself your daddy and you his baby girl. it always elicited pure pornagraphic moans from you and this was no exception.

his hand stroked up your spine, landing at the nape of your neck. he held you there when he started to fuck you hard, face shoved into the mattress and hair tangled between fingers. jack loomed over you, deep hard thrusts until just the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"my good girl, takin me so well, so perfect"

"j-jack, my g-god" your words stuttered in line with each thrust.

"that's it, make some noise, show the camera how good 'm makin you feel yeah" his voice was low and gravelly, concentrating hard, snapping his hips harder and faster.

"so good jackie, fuck, so close-" your knuckles paled as you fisted the sheets above your head "gonna c-cum-"

that magic word had jack panting and pulling out of you at the same time. you whined at the sudden emptiness but it was mere seconds before he was pulling you up and round.

"want the camera to see how pretty you look when you cum" he leant back, tugging you on top of him til you were sinking back onto his cock, head thrown back at the returning fullness.

"come on that's it, fuck yourself on me" he moved the strands of hair from your face, a gentle gesture that opposed the roughness of his other hand digging into your hip. "fuck yourself baby"

you wasted no time in rolling your hips, a figure of eight then up and down, wanting to feel him hit every part inside you.

"god you look so good, not gonna last much longer..."

"oh, fuckfuckfuck-" the sudden shrillness of your pants accompanied his deep grunts, pushing eachother to the edge as your hips worked manically against him. you came when his thumb found your clit (with ease), the tight circles snapping the band in your stomach, gushing all over him with a silent cry.

jack came inside you a second later. fingers deep in the flesh of your thighs, hips jerking up, your name dripping from his tongue. he slowly rocked into you until his thick white mess was oozing out of you and collecting at the base of his cock.

you rode it out together, bodies relaxing against one another after a few minutes of silence.