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✶ pairing | andrew pope cody x f!reader, titus danforth x f!reader, jack abbot x f!reader ✶ word count | 1.1k ✶ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, praise kink, begging, overstimulation, squirting, orgasm control, desperate, soft dom!jack abbot, rough, teasing, breeding kink, pet names, choking, prone bone, spooning, mating press, multiple orgasms, size kink ✶ notes | for anon 🩷 follow up of this fic.
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prone bone | titus danforth fucks you fast and rough. rippling strength and punishing thrusts as he forces you to take what he gives; a starving bloodhound unmuzzled and set free with greedy hands and a hungry mouth. bullies your pussy into submission as he claims the softness of your body, hammering into you until you're slick and stupid, soaking his cock in sticky gushes of cum over and over and over again as he drives himself to exhaustion. leaves you shaky and half aware as he keeps you pinned beneath his weight, chest plastered to your back as dense thighs wedge between your legs to keep you spread open and wide. and when you claw at silken pillows for purchase, he chuckles. locks a forearm around your throat like a collar, the thick muscles squeezing down on your voice box as he tugs you harder into the crushing weight of his chest. suffocating, surrounding as your thoughts scatter like confetti. head floating and fuzzy as your vision glazes over, pulse pounding in your ears as all your focus narrows in on the burning heat of him behind you. the sweat slick catch of his skin over yours, the heady scent of his cologne clogging your nose as he grunts rough and exhales harsh, riding you hard. helpless and at his mercy while liquid fire coils low in your belly, your poor clit aching for attention he won't give until you're overstimulated and sobbing. when you whine - a choked, reedy little noise - and drool, he rewards you with a filthy drag of his tongue over your fluttering pulse point. you voice cracks when you beg him to cum, pump you so full you'll be leaking for days, "please, please, please." he responds by slamming his fat cockhead into your cervix, little kisses of pain-pleasure dancing along your nerves as you moan low and pitiful. then his chin hooks over your shoulder, stubble rubbing your neck raw from friction, growling into your ear, "that's it, fuckin' take it like a good girl. i'm not done with you yet."
spooning | jack abbot fucks you slow and leisurely. nuzzles his face into the back of your neck, his breath puffing across your skin shivery and warm as he rocks his hips into yours. tender as he takes his time mapping out your body. one arm is supporting your head like a pillow, stretched out under you across the bed while the other drapes down along your flank. brackets you in his embrace while a calloused palm massages the outside of your thigh. grinds close to hear you moan softly, feel the way your pussy clamps down on his fat cock, squelching. stuffed full and spread wide as silken walls struggle to squeeze around the girth of his shaft. all while you beg him to press in deeper, thrust faster, use you harder. he just hums in response to your whining as he follows the path of your curves, touches unhurried and caressing. questing and questioning. noting what makes your pretty mouth drop open in a gasp. cataloging what patterns on your aching little clit make you jolt in his arms. learning what touches make your brain short circuit and your pussy drool, thighs sticky and trembling. he cups the underside of your breast, the pad of his thumb circling your areola in meandering, teasing patterns. plays and plucks the tender bud until you arch and whine his name, head lolling back over his shoulder. sheathed inside you, his cock pulses once, twice. a solid weight that drags along the sensitive front wall of your pussy, kisses your g-spot. you twitch, nerves on fire, your bones threatening to rattle out of your skin. “please, jack - ooh fuh… ck - ‘m so close. it feels so good, just wanna cum, please let me cum.” he shushes you, low and authoritative. drops a string of kisses up the slope of your neck until he reaches your ear lobe where he rolls the fat between his teeth. kicks his hips forward to sheath his cock inside of you to the hilt, groaning at the silken squish of your gummy walls as you tremble around him. pets a hand over the soft swell of your lower belly, right over where he’s seated inside you, and murmurs, “sh, there’s no need to rush. we’ve got plenty of time, sweetheart. let me make you feel good.” his jaw rubs against your cheek affectionately, his stubble coarse and electrifying on your skin. “besides, i wanna see how messy you can get.”
mating press | andrew pope cody fucks you close and intimate. deep and desperate as he folds you in half so far your tits nearly touch your knees, your ankles dangling around his shoulders as your feet bounce with the short, heavy momentum of his thrusts. keeps you pinned open and vulnerable with his biceps as a low throated curse of your name escapes his slack mouth, your sopping pussy spread wide around the fat girth of his cock. the blunt head scrapes over sensitive walls, grinding deep to massage your cervix. every time his pelvis slaps into your throbbing clit, you sob, toes flexing and tears gathering along your lash line as a tsunami of pleasure crashes over you in pulsing waves of heat that fizz and pop across your skin like champagne. “yeah,” he breathes, “that’s it, just like that.” sweat gathers, baby hairs sticking to your forehead as every in-stroke punches little moans out of you. “s’full,” you slur, eyes glazed and pupils blown, cock drunk and drooling. “a-andy, please…” you’re so full you can barely breathe, lower belly bulging with the push-pull of his cock. he refuses to pull out too far, keeps himself buried nice and snug inside you like he’ll die if he doesn’t. “just a lil more…” he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, smothering his pants and groans. damp curls tickle your ear as lips kiss up and down the slope of your shoulder, hot and messy. a flicker of tongue and a hint of teeth. you arch into the crush of his chest, nipples pebbled and dragging over his pecs. the forearms he wrapped around your back flex, the hands anchored on your ass tightening. the plush fat spills between his kneading fingers, and he uses his grip to guide you up to meet him thrust for thrust, grind for grind. keening, your hands squeeze his sides, nails digging into his ribs, the muscles rippling with the movement of his body. he pauses to feel the clutch of your walls, the wet squelch of your needy pussy as slick gushes out to soak his balls where they rest against your ass, “y’feel so - hhah - so good. i can’t… fuck, wanna cum inside. please let me.”
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