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“how’s my favorite nurse?” jack says, sliding up to the nurse’s station beside you where you’re busy reading a patient’s chart for their medication schedule.

“careful. if lena hears you, i think she’ll get offended,” you murmur between slightly pouted lips, glancing up at him briefly through your lashes just to shoot him a playful deadpan.

jack hums in thought, glancing around the station. “well, she’s not around so no harm, no foul,” he shrugs. “and it’s true,” he adds, leaning a little closer to you to murmur conspiratorially, playfully secretive.

his casual way of being friendly – or flirty, as your brain liked to take it – made your stomach bubble with butterflies you’d thought had retired in junior high.

“you have charts to sign off on, dr. abbot,” you state, gesturing to the tablet in his hand, and trying to hide the way your cheeks flushed.

“and you have meds to administer, sweetheart,” he drawls, tapping your own chart.

sweetheart.

does he realize what that does to you? he must. especially with how his mouth tugs upward into an amused smile.

you quickly spin on your heels, baby blue sneakers squeaking against linoleum floors to start making your way to the patient’s room, hiding your flustered state from him. by the way he chuckles after you, you presume he saw it anyway.

you hadn’t planned on developing a crush on jack abbot. come on. not only was he inappropriately older than you by some standards, he was still the chief attending of the night shift. you had no business crushing on an hr nightmare.

but there you were anyway, with your flushed cheeks, frazzled expression and slightly stammering words depending on whatever flattering remark he threw at you.

he was handsome after all…

what you didn’t realize was he was having the same mental turmoil as you. because there you were with your bright, wide-eyed beaming eyes and matching smile, evidence of how early you were in the career that had began beating him down years prior. there you were in your cute scrubs, matching sneakers and undershirts that remind him shit, she’s young… but so pretty.

he couldn’t help himself with the playful teases that went past the line of flirting. not when it made your cheeks flush like that every time and made you avoid eye contact with him.

nor could he help himself when you just so happened to choose to have dinner when he did, sliding into the seat in front of you in the break room.

“what’s for dinner tonight, sweet pea?” jack asks every time, glancing at your pink tupperware lid before back at you standing beside the microwave, waiting for your food to heat.

he always picked something up from the diner he frequented for breakfasts after his shift, having been a regular customer for years now. it was always the same: turkey, bacon, lettuce and tomato with mayo spread on wheat bread.

you, though, seemed to pack something different every shift. sometimes homemade warm food that has his stomach grumbling from the mere smell after you’ve heated it in the microwave, sometimes a healthy salad, sometimes a sandwich. the list goes on.

“pasta with pesto sauce,” you chirp sweetly, used to this routine with jack since you started sharing dinner breaks. you tilt your microwave-safe tupperware in his direction as you walk back over, placing the steaming bowl onto the table and taking the seat across his.

he looks down at the food as you proudly present your craftsmanship. “looks delicious, hon,” he murmurs, lip twitching up into a half smile at your pride.

“want some?” you ask, already pulling out an extra fork. you’d noticed the way he brought the same thing every time you shared a shift and over time, started bringing extra utensils under the rouse of just in case you accidentally dropped one on the floor.

“oh, don’t worry about me, i’m all–”

“try it.” you cut him off, holding a fork full of pasta to his lips, barely grazing them while looking expectantly at him from across the table.

and because he can never deny those big, wide eyes of yours, he leans forward and lets you feed him a big bite.

“well?” you ask when he pulls away, placing the fork down and trading it for yours to have a bite of your own.

“it’s delicious as always,” he answers after humming in delight at the taste. he wonders if you always cook at home like this. if you have someone to cook for. the thought makes an uncomfortable jealously settle behind his ribs.

“i’ll bring you your own plate tomorrow then.” you beam, cheeks flushed unabashedly this time, because you can’t help how a compliment about your food makes you feel.

several lunch breaks later, conversations dip into the territory of outside the hospital. more so, what you do outside the hospital. hobbies, what you like, where you eat. it shouldn’t come as a surprise (but still does) when he dangles a bait of “well, what’s a restaurant you haven’t tried but want to?”

you unknowingly take the bait because, hey, maybe he needs some recommendations?

instead, he asks you to go there. with him. by yourselves.

oh. oh!

so you find yourself on a date with dr. jack abbot. and then another one. and another. before you know it, you’re actually dating. he’s driving you home after your shifts, delivering flowers to your apartment door, spending days off together, the whole shebang.

and because ptmc was ptmc, where everybody seemed to know everybody else’s business within approximately twelve minutes (gotta thank perlah and princess for that), you both decided to keep it to yourselves for a little while.

which was how they ended up sneaking through the hospital like two teenagers who had absolutely no business being together.

an hr nightmare.

but it sure as hell was fun.

“jack,” you whisper through a breathy laugh, glancing down the empty hallway before he quickly pulls you into a secluded corner when footsteps sounded from around the corner.

he places a finger on your lips, signaling your silence as two providers walked by, none the wiser of the attending and nurse hiding in a corner. when the squeaks of their shoes becomes faded, he lifts his finger of your lips to cradle your jaw instead.

“no on-call room,” he murmurs solemnly, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb against your cheek.

you blink up at him, trying very hard not to laugh at the pout on his face. “tragic.”

“i know,” he agrees with a frown. that doesn’t stop him from swooping down to kiss you, lips molding to yours like fitting two puzzle pieces.

you squeak against his lips, hands clutching the front of his scrub top as your eyes flutter closed, shivering at the way his hand cradling your jaw tilts your head back, angling the kiss deeper, while the other hand slides around your waist, pressing you closer to him.

had it not been for his pager beeping, your legs would’ve been reduced to jelly, buckling beneath you.

he groans against your mouth before begrudgingly pulling away, haphazardly pulling his pager out to check it.

“it’s a trauma rolling in,” he mutters, schooling his expression back to serious-doctor mode. “they need all hands on deck.” he leans in to peck your lips once more. “i’ll catch you later, sweetheart.” he rushes off, offering a crooked smile over his shoulder.

and on the days there is an on-call room available? well…

“j-jack our shift starts in five minutes!” you squeal, head pressed against whatever cheap mattress the hospital provided atop the springy bed frame in the on-call room.

“i know, i know – mmmph! – but they can survive a few minutes without us,” he grunts from behind you.

he has you pinned down, head and chest pressed to the bed while holding your ass up in his thick calloused hands. he pounds his thick cock into you from behind, watching it disappear inside your fluttering pussy with every thrust forward.

you mewl as he drives into you, your fists clutching the sheets of the bed to steady yourself.

“that’s a good girl, takin’ me all the way,” he growls lowly, watching with awe at how you practically welcome him in with every thrust forward. “how’s it feel? tell your jackie,” he adds, squeezing the flesh of your ass hard enough there’ll probably be marks by the end of your shift.

“so full, jackie!” you respond with a whine, pushing your hips back against his, the plap-plap-plaps of your bodies slapping against each others bouncing off the walls of the room.

he grins, though you can’t see, so he expresses his amusement verbally. “yeah, i think my baby likes getting fucked at work.”

that makes your belly clench with delicious shame and you can’t ever deny it. not when he’s plowing into you to the point of seeing stars.

“‘m close, jackie! i’m about to–” you pant, voice being reduced to breathy moans.

jack is nothing but a giver, never a taker (no matter how much you beg). he always prioritizes your pleasure, even when he’s the one more pent up. so, it’s no surprise when he reaches a hand around you and between your legs to rub that sweet little bundle of nerves that’s been neglected thus far.

“go on, honey. i’ll catch you,” he murmurs, now leaning his body against yours to speak directly into your ear. “i’m close, too,” he adds.

his words always egg you on the best, so with that and his added fingers against your clit, it’s only obvious it takes you two more thrust from him that has you cunt clenching around his cock in waves as you tip over the edge.

your vision goes white as you orgasm, thighs trembling as he rides it out and he follows you soon after, pumping you with hot ropes of cum coating your insides and inner walls.

your twitching thighs collapse onto the bed, knees no longer holding your ass up.

“shit, went too far?” jack murmurs apologetically at your fucked out state, body twitching in aftershocks.

“need a few minutes,” you murmur blearily against the bed, turning your head to glance at him over your shoulder with a smile. “but ‘m okay.”

he watches you fondly, already reaching for your panties and scrub bottoms from the floor, slipping them back on you. “i’ll tell robby at handoff that you’ve got an upset stomach,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple before reaching for his own briefs and scrub bottoms pooled at his ankles to pull up.

“he’s gonna catch on,” you mumble, rolling over to sit up, and wiping the sweat from your forehead. you lean over to slip on your sneakers. “that, or admit me. this is my fourth stomach ache this month.”

jack chuckles as you stand up on slightly wobbly legs, and wraps his arms loosely around your hips to support you, gently patting your ass. “they’re bound to found out one day,” he reminds you, kissing your nose – a sweet contrast from the way he just manhandled you.

you lean in this embrace, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing your cheek to his chest, muscular even through his scrubs. “true. but i would prefer it not be right after you’ve fucked me in an on-call room.”

--🩷--

'...and these,' you smiled, 'i really like these.' your lips ghosted across sammy's eyelashes and he tried to hold in a shy chuckle. you had him sat up, leaning against the headboard, showering him with love. his chubby cheeks were spread into a grin, and you kissed his left one. heat bloomed in sammy's tummy and his face slowly flushed hot; ears tinged pink. 'i adore this dimple.' 'baby... stop.' but the more sammy weakly protested, the more eager you were to show him how much you loved every bit of him, and your enthusiasm made him giggle. 'but look at it, though!' you teased, watching his dimple deepen as sammy tried to hold in a laugh. 'you can't tell me this isn't adorable?'

you nuzzled across his face. '...this brow that furrows when i say something stupid or when you're about to come...' you watch sammy's eyebrows furrow at your words and laugh. 'exactly!' you kiss the spot in between them before moving to his ear. 'this spot right just here on your neck...' you graze your teeth just beneath your ear and suck. sammy gasps and you roll your tongue over it to soothe the mark. sammy lets out a deep rumble in his chest at the pleasure blooming through him. you place kisses along his rounded jaw, watching sammy shiver with hypersensitivity. 'there's just so much to love about you... that i love about you.'

'this clavicle... this soft part of your chest where i rest my head - it's so perfect.' you press sweet kisses along his doughy pec, watching sammy's eyes flutter closed in pleasure. you very gently graze along his nipple on your way down to his tummy.

'oh, your tummy! one of my favourite parts!' you press kisses horizontally, small wet ones which make sammy's cock twitch in his boxers. 'its not,' sammy murmured. 'oh god, it is.' sammy could tell from your voice how much you meant it. 'it's so fucking sexy, sammy. when you're lying behind me and it's pressed into my back... when we're fucking and it's weighing down on me... when you wear those pants for work and i can see it splurge a little under your shirt, fuck me...'

you felt yourself soaking through your panties as you moved further down, deliberately skirting around sammy's cock as you pulled down his boxers. you noticed the smear of pre-cum dampening the front of them. you still ignored his cock and sammy released a breath he didn't realise he had been holding.

'... and i love your big thighs. how strong they are. how hairy they are. how they fill out your jeans and press between my legs and make the perfect seat...' you pepper the inside of each thigh with wet, sucky kisses. you gently take your fingernails down them and sammy lurched forward. he let out an involuntary groan from how ridiculously sensitive his inner thighs are. his face was starting to flame from getting so worked up, and his cock was now rock hard above your mouth.

sammy peered at you over his chubby tummy. 'love you,' he groaned. you could tell how much of a mess he was already. 'love you too, baby.' you smiled and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss against the blunt, weeping tip of sammy's cock. sammy made a strangled noise and his cock waved in the air by itself in an involuntary response. he might not be able to see your face when you have him at the back of your throat but he can when you pull back and swirl your tongue over the tip. 'fuuuck, baby,' sammy moaned, leaning his head back, looking at the ceiling. he had one hand on the thick base of his cock and the other in your hair. he didn't grip on your head or fuck your face, but entwined his fingers within it for comfort.

you love swallowing saliva down whilst his cock is touching the back of your throat and he's groaning; your hands gripping into his wobbly thighs and your forehead smushes against his pudgy v line. sammy grunts like a boar with every deep swallow around his cock.

'fuckin' love you, baby.' sammy's raspy voice cracking. 'look s'fuckin' good down there. c'mere 'n let me fuck you.' but you shake your head, his cock still deep in your mouth. sammy spends hours eating you out and cos you wanna show him the same adoration back. you always love watching, and hearing, how much he enjoys it.

you can tell sammy's getting close because the chubby thighs pressing against your ears keep clenching. his toes are digging into the mattress and his pants are slowly getting higher-pitched. you continue to pump him with your hand, and sammy fucks desperately into your fist. he's looking for any kind of friction, and the squelchy 'vvvffttt' noise each time his blushing tip emerges from between your thumb and forefinger induces a 'garhhhhh' from the back of sammy's throat. you lean further down, swirling your tongue around the root of his thick cock and humming into his hips.

you gently take his soft balls into your mouth and move your tongue around. this elicits a long groan from sammy, and they crinkle and cinch within your mouth. you make sure they are covered in your saliva. you lick around each one, focusing on how sammy moans and his legs twitches. you take each ball into your mouth and each time suckle around it. your cheeks hollow, your mouth creates a soft suction, and your warm, wet tongue pulses around his balls. the noise which emerges from sammy's throat is almost a gurgle. 'jesus christ,' sammy garbled.

you almost had him. sammy was almost gone.

you're still pumping his cock, gently twisting your wrist with each pass. the new sensation elicits a pained groan, and sammy's fingers scrabble in your hair. he is starting to lose it.

you've had an idea for a while, and you decide to go for it.

you lean down further between sammy's legs. 'wha-whatcha doin', babe?' sammy's voice is strangled, but there's a hint of thinly veiled excitement within his curiosity. you look up towards sammy's face, and he peers over his chubby belly at you. you run your spare hand over his tummy, threading your fingers through his happy trail. sammy groans and tips his head back, and your nails scratch a path back down to his pelvis.

'you're gonna like it,' you promised, kissing the bottom of his ball sac. sammy whimpers in response. yes, you're doing what he secretly always hoped you would.

the tip of your nose brushes along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. you gently push his legs further apart, still pumping on his cock. you notice the amount of pre-cum increase from anticipation.

you trail your tongue in a lazy line from between his balls to the outside of his ass. you stop there for a second, breathing against his skin. sammy lets out an, 'ohhhhh,' which increases in volume and pitch as he goes. 'baby.' sammy's voice is a desperate plea for you to move. having teased him long enough, making him wait and ask for it, you gently trace around the side of his asshole with the tip of your tongue. you feel sammy instantly shudder and almost fall in upon himself. you keep your shoulders firm so he can't close his thick thighs against you.

sammy is clean from his shower, and the auburn pubic hair dusting the hole tickles your tongue. you finally lie it flat and give one long swipe of your tongue from bottom to top of his entrance. sammy whimpers immediately, his leg twitching. 'oh my god,' sammy's voice was suddenly fast and breathy. 'fuck, that feels good. ohmygod.'

you give another flat lick, and another, tracing a wet line over the top. sammy whined and his cock pulsed twice inside your fist. 'keep doin' that,' sammy groaned. 'i'll do whatever you want. just please, please, don't stop.'

sammy's flustered desperation made your pussy pulse. you loved how into it sammy was, how he'd become putty in your hands. you'd never seen him fall apart like this.

you gave a few more licks; a little faster now. sammy's chest was heaving, and the chubby swell of his tummy rested against your forehead with every pant.

you slowly increased the pace of your hand jerking his cock, and sammy couldn't help but rut his hips to fuck himself into it. you knew he wasn't going to last long. with an enthusiastic, 'mmmm', you slowly pushed your tongue against the hole. sammy let out the beginning of a squeal before pushing a chubby hand over his mouth.

making kissing motions against his ass, you let your saliva drool out against him. using this as lube, you firmly pushed your tongue all the way inside. sammy bent forwards, letting out the biggest, most animalistic groan you've heard him make. it sounded like a primal growl. you could feel the blood pulsing in your cunt. 'oh, baby.' sammy's voice wobbled dangerously. 'please. feels s'good. ohhh, you're gonna make me come.' as your hand pumped his cock, you ran your finger tips across the slit on his head, spreading the drooling pre-cum over his pulsing length with the pads. sammy whimpered and shifted against the bed; breathing hard.

'fuck, you're gonna make me come,' sammy groans, his cock pulsing in your mouth. he was a mess. with each entry of your tongue inside him, you pushed as far as you could go and made a scooping lick against his walls. your lips created a gentle suction, and with each pull out you messily kissed against his asshole. it was slick with your spit and sammy's tummy was clenching. his thighs were twitching and the fingers in your hair pulled a little harder. you didn't think sammy was even aware of that.

you slowly sped up the frequency of your tongue, eating away at his ass. sammy's hips lifted a few inches up from the mattress. 'oh don't stop, please... i'll do anything, literally anything for ya, please don't... just keep doin'...' sammy's eyes rolled back into his head. his forehead scrunched and his lips parted.

a garbled whine left his lips before his hips began pistoning into your fist. 'oh, i'm gonna come... you're gonna make me fuckin' cum.' sammy had never been as loud or as vocal before. 'ahh... ahhh... ohhh...' sammy felt himself losing grip on reality. meteors shot along the nerves in every part of his body and he was floating. pleasure radiated from deep inside. 'oh i'm gonna come....don't fuckin' sto-,' sammy's hips stilled briefly before ropes of cum spurted from his twitching head. with each pulse of cum, his hips humped forwards, and it splattered across your shoulders. you carried on pumping his cock, more gently now but still at a fast pace, feeling his cream thick between your fingers and sticky across your palm. you carried on eating his ass; your tongue staying deep inside and your lips using gentle suction to kiss around the entrance.

as sammy started to come down, his body shuddered uncontrollably, and you withdrew your tongue. you gave a few more laps across his hole before gently withdrawing. you gently sucked his balls clean, now completely empty from unloading themselves onto your back. you gently moved your fist from sammy's softening cock, which flopped pathetically against his inner thigh. you took it into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it; scooping any remaining cum from the soft skin. sammy hissed at the feeling on his sensitive cock and then gave a half-laugh, tipping himself back onto the pillow in exhaustion. you sat up and showed sammy your fingers before slowly licking each one clean; tip to knuckle and then suckling up to the pad, swirling your tongue around each and swallowing them clean. sammy watched you. his eyes were glassy, his thick lips still parted in an 'o' as his chest heaved, and his skin was a flushed red reaching his ears. his auburn curls were damp along his forehead with fresh sweat. 'jesus fuckin' christ,' sammy panted, looking at you with awe and devotion. 'that was... you are... this is...' 'you liked it then?' you asked, smiling in amusement. 'i will do literally anything for you to do that to me again.' sammy's shyness was long gone. you laughed and said okay, flopping onto your front next to him. your forearms bracketed you from the sheet. 'guess i'd better shower then...' you teased, smirking in satisfaction. ''m sorry... so sorry 'bout that.' sammy turned on the puppy dog eyes. 'no, you're not!' you laughed. 'no... i'm not,' sammy admitted, smirking at you.

you started to get up. 'hey!' sammy exclaimed, wrapping his hand around your wrist. 'where's my kiss?' you couldn't help but break into a smile. 'you still wanna kiss me?' sammy looked at you, incredulous. 'of course i do! you're my baby! and you just did that for me...' he pulled you closer by your arm and his eyes sparkled before they closed as he leaned in to kiss you. this was deep and intimate, the kind you share with your soul mate. sammy could taste himself on his tongue and it gave his cock the smallest, pathetic twitch. 'love you. let me wash your hair for you.'

You pursed your lips as you applied lipstick, the finishing touch to your costume. Then you ruffled your hair, adding a little more volume. Smushing your lips together, you stood up to evaluate yourself in the full-length mirror. Your fake badge rested by the side of your left breast, a cute little detail against the tight corset that accentuated your tits as they spilled over the top of your shiny bodice. You turned to see your side profile and noted how your hips flowed into your perfectly plush thighs encased in black fishnet stockings.

Just as you walked into the living room, you heard the lock click in the door. And his voice. "Yeah, I don't know, I'll have a look for it in the morning..." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, the other holding his phone. His blazer was slung over his forearm, the top two buttons of his white shirt popped and his tie slack. His utility belt still clung to his broad hips. As he walked into the house, he continued, "Well, I thought he said it was on your des-" he stopped.

His mouth fell open for a second, his eyes widening as the phone drifted from his ear. "Yeah-" he finally managed, lifting the phone back to his head. "-I'll sort it tomorrow." Haphazardly, he ended the call and threw his phone and blazer on a nearby surface.

You stalked toward him and cheekily added "That sounded important-you sure you don't need to take it?" A big grin etched on your face.

"Absolutely not, I have something else more important right in front of me." His eyes drifted down, shamelessly raking you over, his hands moving to settle at your waist, smoothing over the fabric.

His stare was greedy, drinking you in, his hands now following the path of his gaze from your face down to your breasts, your soft belly and finally giving the tops of your stockings a teasing pinch.

"You are so beautiful and-" he swallowed hard. His eyes drifted back to your lips, and for a moment it looked as though he'd forgotten what he'd been about to say. "-sexy, oh my god." He gripped you a bit tighter and placed a soft kiss to your pretty mouth. "Fuck. What have I done to deserve this little treat?" he asked.

"Well, you get to dress up as a sexy cop all the time." You giggled. "Thought it was my turn tonight." You said, playing with his tie.

"Sweetheart, you can wear this anytime you want."

You blushed but he softly grabbed your neck and pulled you into a kiss. The kind that's soft at first but then woke every sense you had.

"Come here, let me get a proper look at you."

He twirls you around slowly with his arm, a clear wolf whistle escaping his lips.

"Well, I gotta say this would be a very impractical outfit to wear for work." He joked.

"Oh is that so?"

"Yeah, how would anyone get any work done with you looking so gorgeous." His eyes trailed your body once more before landing back at your eyes. "I'm telling you, it's just not practical."

"You wouldn't want me coming to the office like this Sammy? I'd behave, I promise."

"Sweetheart." He paused. "You'd get eaten alive."

"Not with my big, strong Sammy taking care of me though, right?"

"Of course, darling." He brushed some of your hair out of your face.

"Then there is the issue of chasing perps in this." He continued looking over you yet again. "The heels alone is mistake number one. You'd be tripping over yourself like a new born calf." His words trailed into a small laugh but his love shone through it.

"Keep it up, Bryant, see where it gets you. I can easily take this thing off." You chastised lightly.

"That's what I'm hoping for." He teased, hands pulling you closer to him. He graced you with a soft peck on the lips.

You smile at him before asking, "Wanna know the best part about this uniform?"

"Oh darlin', I can see clear as day what the best part about this outfit is."

Your smile had not left your face since he walked through the door. Your sweet Sammy always so kind to you. 0

Holding up your prop handcuffs with one finger, you let them dangle in the air. "These actually work." You said, eyebrows raising. "And you're under arrest."

His eyes went wide and a shocked laugh fell from his lips. "Oh really. Under what charge?" His head tries to follow you as you walk behind his back, clamping his wrists together with the cool metal. "You gotta give me a charge sweetheart, otherwise this is just unlawful."

You press your lips to his ear, hands still holding his wrists. "Oh your charge Sammy, is for being such a naughty boy."

He swallows feeling his blood rushing south.

You place your foot inbetween his and whisper "Spread your legs, I'm going to have to pat you down."

"Oh she's being thorough." Sammy laughed as he made his stance wider while you walked around to face him again.

"If you continue being snarky..." you closed in on his face, so close your breath fanned over his lips. "...this is only going to get worse for you."

"I don't see how that's possible, this is a fever dream darlin'."

You smiled coyly before bending over and sliding your hands down his body before starting your concealed weapon search at his ankles.

Arched over perfectly for him, he could see the tops of your stockings and the lower part of your ass. He couldn't help but let out a shaky breath.

You gripped around his ankles, slowly trekking up his legs through his pants, gripping and groping parts of his thick calves. You noticed his breathing get heavier. Especially as you approached his thighs. Your face was now eye level with his growing bulge, making your mouth water.

It takes everything in him to not rut forward.

Your hands work the inside of his thighs. Slowly. Softly.

You look up at his face to see him silenced, eyes hooded, enjoying every minute. When you close in on his groin, his nose flares, breathing in any composure he could.

You brush over the front of his crotch lightly, feeling how worked up you'd already got him. Your pussy clenched at the thought of him inside you.

"Think you're being a bit too handsy," He said, smile cracking at his lips. "I wasn't taught to pat down suspects like this."

"What are you gonna do, Sammy? Write a complaint?"

"I might."

You bent your back to more of an upright position and spread your hands wide around his hips, fumbling at his utility belt. Once you'd taken it off, you lay it gently to the side.

Skimming up his shirt, you trace along his soft belly, up to his chest and snake your arms around his neck, pulling your body flush with his.

Your languid lips touch his softly, moving in a way he knows you're in charge. You set the pace. You decide how much of you he can get. His body moves towards you and you know full well his hands would be on your ass right now if they weren't hancuffed. A soft sigh escsped you as you moved your head with your lips, your nose brushing his. You flick your tongue just enough to run over his top lip before one last soft kiss. And then you pull away.

It takes him a second to open his eyes but when he does, he's met with a glimmer in yours.

"You seem to be free of anything hostile but I'm still taking you to the holding room." You pull at his tie making him follow you.

"You not gonna read me my rights sweetheart?"

You lean close against his ear again. "You have the right to..." You nip his earlobe with your teeth. "Shut the fuck up, Mr Bryant."

He sniggered, letting you guide the way to the bedroom. You spun him until his kneepit backed against the bed and he sat down. You lifted your leg to place your heel at his chest, pushing on him mildly, the bed creaking under him.

"Get comfy," you said, face serious. "You're not allowed to touch me yet."

He groaned as he watched you move around the bed, your hand flattening over your body. You grabbed a pillow from your side and lay it at the foot of the bed before sitting down and swinging your legs onto the mattress.

Getting comfortable, you propped yourself against the pillow, knees pressed together against your chest before slowly parting them. Your bodice rides up your stomach, revealing yourself to him.

No panties.

"Jesus baby-" he muttered, the tent in his pants now looking extremely strained.

Your hands tickle the inside of your thighs, teasing yourself under his hot gaze.

"Shall I touch myself Sammy?" You feignined innocence into the question. "You wanna watch?"

"Baby-" he tried to sit forward, his wrists still tied behind his back as he tried to shake free. "I wanna do more than just watch."

Your fingers skated up and down the inseam of your legs, making your skin erupt in goosebumps through your stockings.

You tilted your head back, puckering your lips.

"Tough."

And then you finally touched your folds.

Your caress was light, elicting soft sighs from your throat. Your eyes locked onto his for a moment until his dropped back down to your dripping pussy. Swirling your fingers around your labia, you brushed your clit, causing a slight twitch of your legs.

"Sammy." You breathed.

"Fuck sweetheart, you're killing me." He looked pained. His face half scrunched, half in awe.

You continued your slow manipulations, circling your clit just how you like it.

"Yeah, feels real good baby." You exhaled, chest heaving. "I like you watching."

Sammy groaned, his hips gently gyrating to alleviate any pressure he could.

"I bet you feel so good honey, so tight."

Your eyes met again, silent pleads glaring from them as you saw how tight his pants really were now. It looked uncomfortable almost.

"Aww Sammy, you're bustin' at the seams." You coo, lip pouting. "I'm so wet, you'd just slide right in for me, I know it."

More groans leave you. "This is me just thinking about your cock baby, you have no idea how good you feel when you're inside me."

"Yeah, you need this dick? Come take it darlin', he wants you."

"I bet he does Sammy."

Your fingers circle your hole, dipping in just a a fraction to see his response.

"Shall I put my fingers in? Give myself a stretch for you? You wanna see me pump this pussy?"

"Baby girl, you're gonna - fuck." He stops when he sees you push one digit in to the knuckle, inducing strings of whispered curses from you.

You pump in and out slowly, widening your legs even more to reach different spots inside yourself. You writhed softly, twisting your legs as you explored your aching pussy. Your other hand pawed at your breasts, making them pop even more over the top of your shiny garment.

Sammy started to wriggle. Again.

"What's wrong Sammy?" You mope.

"Baby - " his face scrunches and he shakes his head. " I need you. Now."

"Just a bit longer, are you not enjoying the show?"

Of course he was. But it was also torture.

"Yeah sweetheart - fuck. You're so pretty like this." His adoration was sweet. "Add another finger for me darlin'. Make yourself feel good."

"Yes Sammy." You complied.

As you were told, you pushed two digits slowly through your folds, the stretch heavenly, especially under his heavy gaze. "Fu-"

Your eyes were closed, barring your sense to highten all your others. Your fingers curled, squelching as you hit that spot you loved so much. You didn't realise it but you started speeding up, unable to hold back much longer. Sammy noticed.

"You're getting close, huh sweetheart?"

"Yeah, feels really good." You nod lazily. "I love it Sammy."

"That's it come apart for me, let me see you cum sweet thing."

You tense as your orgasm shakes through you, soliloquies rolling off your tongue, Sammy's name at the forefront of it all.

You came down from your high, trembling, a sweet mess all ready for your desperate Sammy. Your eyes peek open to see an utterly wrecked man in front of you.

"Shall I let you out now baby? You wanna touch me?" You didn't move, just looked over at him with hooded eyes.

"Baby - please. I want you so bad."

You smile before you crawled over to him, situating your body on his lap. He hissed as you grounded down on his cock.

"Poor thing." You cup your hands around his face, stroking his soft stubble. "So worked up for me."

You wrap your hand around your neck and glide it downwards towards the centre of your breasts. You push forward, scissoring your fingers in between your cleavage to pick out a small key.

"So that's where it was."

"A woman of many talents." You say as you reached around him to unlock his cuffs

Just like that he was free and you were on your back, neck assaulted with kisses, within the blink of an eye.

"Sammy!" You giggle.

"Can't do that to a man, darlin'. It's just unfair."

He parts your legs, slotting his clothed cock against your bare pussy. The blessed pressure of his body and his stiffness made you gasp against his ear. Fuck, you needed him. You slip his tie from around his neck and get to work on his shirt buttons, the poplin soft under your touch.

You threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged him down into a sloppy kiss as he shrugged his shirt from his shoulders. He barely had his belt off before you caught the waistband of his pants, rolling him onto his back as your fingers worked open his zipper. Discarding them, your face hovered over his angry dick that was still constrained in his underwear.

You maneuvered so you were on your tummy, kissing his thighs. Suddenly, everything seemed to stop, your eyes pinned his. His breathing shallowed. Little grunts passed his lips as you drew closer to him. You merely brushed the surface of the cotton with your kiss, still it caused his jaw to tighten.

"Shall I put you out of your misery baby?" You sighed into his lap, adjusting into a comfy position on your belly.

He nods, too pent up to form words.

You lick a stripe through his underwear, the cotton dry against your tongue. You move upwards kissing his belly while your hands peeled off his briefs. Finally he sprang free, sighing at his release and a little wet spot at his tip.

You didn't make it easy on him. Your featherlight touch breezing over his groins made him shudder as you let your breath fan over the side of his dick. Still not touching where he wants you most, your head circled around him, your hot breath barely drifting over his hot flesh.

"I thought you said you were putting me out of my misery?" He ribbed.

"Aww, are you miserable baby?" Your lip pouted. "I'm done teasing now, I promise."

To your word you puckered your lips and took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue.

"Fuuuck!" He groaned.

Your hot muscle flicked the apex of his sensitive cock, salt spreading across your tasebuds from his leaked slit. His moans tell you just how delicate he is. You rub soft circles on the underside of his balls promoting deep sighs straight from the bottom of his lungs.

You finally allow him more of your attention, licking down the sides of his dick with a flattened out tongue. Your groans muffled in your throat as you give him the care he needs.

"Love sucking this cock for you. I wanna gag on you baby. Shall I take you whole?"

He sighs. "Um-unmm."

"What was that Sammy?" You smiled against him.

"Baby - fuck. Take me. Please." He was impatient now.

At a leisured pace, you started at his tip again adding a few swirls before devouring him all the way to his base. You held your position, eyes boring into his as his hands weaved into your hair.

"Jeees-" his head kept falling back, but each time he forced it upright again, unwilling to tear his eyes away from you. You didn't remove his length from your throat, bobbing up and down through your gargled moans. You loved him wrapped around your mouth.

Softly, your lips ran back up to his tip before taking him back down your windpipe. You repeated that a few times until you inevitably gagged.

"Aww bunny, dicks just too big huh?" Sammy wiped the little bit of spit that had drooled down your chin.

Your legs clenched. Your juices now wet against your inner thighs.

"You love to see it." You murmered as you started stroking him with a closed fist.

Your tongue shot out again, swiping long bands up his balls whilst your hand still worked him. His eyes drifted shut, head lolling back as his muscles flexed across his chest.

"Slow down. Fuck." He panted.

You did, grinning up at him, lip between your teeth.

You gave him a few soft strokes before clamping your mouth around him again. Up and down, tongue teasing his weeping tip once more.

Before you knew it, he'd shifted and you were under him. His cock lined up at your enterance, adding just a little pressure to make you moan. His fingers slowly traced down your latex suit, outlining his favourite parts of you. Your breasts. Your hips. Your tummy.

"Ummm - so sexy darlin'."

"Sammy," You pleaded, eyes searching his.

"Look who's begging now." He taunted.

You wriggled your hips, asking him for more and he obliged. His intrusion broke a sharp exhale from your mouth, your breath fanning into his neck. You groaned into his ear, nibbling on it while you whispered expletives. "Oh god-fu-shit."

His words mirroring your own, you let him push deep inside you until his pubic bone met yours. His dark hairs tickled your skin as he murmered "So pretty for me sweetheart. So lucky to have a gal like you, getting all dressed up sexy for me. You're gorgeous."

You couldn't help but moan. His sweet words mixed with his girthy cock stretching you out had you feeling high. He was dragging his dick so perfectly through your hole, you couldn't help but wrap your legs around his waist. Your feet dug into his bum.

He pawed at your breasts, making them spill out over the top of your bodysuit and rolling at your nipples. His pace got faster, fucking you into the bed, the joints creaking yet again. While his hands were busy with your tits, you lowered your hand to your clit, circling your little bundle of nerves.

"That's it baby, touch yourself." He said as you closed your eyes. "No baby, keep your eyes on me. Wanna see the light leave you as you tense around my cock."

"Sammy - you're gonna make me -"

Your pussy fluttered around him and your nails dug into his back as your moaned into his lips, placing fast, sloppy kisses there.

You cumming around him milked his cock dry as his moans engulfed yours, thick ropes of cum spurting into you.

"Yes baby, fill me up, I want it!" You cried into his ear, working him through it, clamping down as hard as you could around his dick.

"Sweethe- god." You thrusted upwards, making him fuck you harder, wanting him to truly get every use out of your cunt he could.

You both started to slow down, ruined and spent, until he lay ontop of you kissing at the shell of your ear.

"You're damn perfect." He whispered and you chuckled into his neck.

A moment passed before he was sliding out of you, a wet mess on the bed pooling from your leaking hole. The loss of him made you quiver, your pussy tensing around nothing.

"I'll get some tissue." He said sofly, placing a kiss on your forehead and walking into your en suite.

He cleaned up both your messes and made an effort to dab at the sheets.

"If you wanna get a quick rinse, I'll change the sheets and we can make some dinner after?"

"Sounds perfect. Come join me in the shower if you're quick enough." You winked.

You moved in with Pope a few months ago, you needed a roomate because rent was just getting too much on your own. He seemed sweet, if not a little awkward, in your initial interview. You know it's not smart to make decisions like 'who you live with' based on a cute, pudgy tummy and some crooked teeth but - selfishly you wouldn't mind looking at him every day. You're convinced that he's completely harmless. So, now you're roomies and good friends.

Pope doesn't talk much, he mostly listens. He listens to you complain after a long day at work, his eyes tracking you as you flitter around your shared kitchen. He listens to you talk about your hobbies when you drag him out to try on clothes. All your friends think he's just cute enough to not be creepy, so they're nice when you bring him on outings. But truthfully you have a little crush on your awkward roomate.

Pope only moved in with you because he didn't like the idea of someone else in your space. Other than himself of course. After your initial interview he'd become a little obsessed with you. You're so kind, your eyes gentle and your body utterly enticing. He went home that night and humped his mattress to the thought of you. He knew it was wrong, especially because he'd just met you but he just couldn't help himself. He hasn't really been able to since moving in. He's a stealthy man who rarely ever sleeps, so he spends his free time with you or watching you.

You have a bad habit of leaving doors open even when you probably shouldn't. You don't think much of it, getting changed, showering, sleeping, even touching yourself with the door cracked. In your mind Pope wouldn't hurt a fly, he's like the best roomate you've ever had. So, you don't even give it your time of day.

Pope on the other hand spends most of his days watching you. He peers through the cracks when you get dressed for bed, palming his hard on while you crawl into the sheets. Once he's sure you've fallen asleep he creeps farther in, finally taking his cock out now that he can see all of your face. He strokes himself even though he knows he shouldn't, he feels guilty as he touches your foot; his cock twitching. He feels guilty as he runs his hand up your calf and thigh, precum oozes from his tip because of how smooth you are. He reaches to your shoulder where the strap of your silk nightgown sits, tugging it down your arm until your plump breast spills out. He whimpers at the sight, even though he's done this many times before; he truly can never get enough of you. It makes him feel guilty, especially when he gropes your flesh, kneading gently until your nipple hardens against his palm.

You stir when he kneels next to your bed and gently licks your taught nipple with his burning hot tongue. Your shoulders shift as a large breath is forced out of your chest. Pope watches your face closely for signs that he's woken you but he can't stop stroking himself. So, he holds his breath to keep in any noises until you're fully settled. He licks your nipple again, unable to stop himself because he just loves the way you taste. He can't stop himself when he toys with the bottom of your dress to drag it up your thighs, exposing more of you to him. When his eyes land on an exposed, wild bush at your pubic bone he grunts a little too loud and comes in his hand instantly.

His teeth sink into his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as he holds in his sounds and tries to aim his cum on himself. He's never seen this part of you before despite the number of nights he spends in your room. He has to physically restrain himself from burying his face between your legs, from inhaling your scent so he can memorize it, from threading his fingers through the spares hairs there.

You tempt him by just existing. He's getting weaker by the day.

Especially when you're cooking breakfast in a long shirt and no panties. You do it because you're comfortable around Pope, you don't think he'd even be looking. So, you bend down and move around with little care, too trusting in the length of your pajama T.

Pope sits at the island, feeling grateful for the marble between you. Despite what you may assume, he can see enough of you to make him feel feral. He nods politely as you speak but he's not listening like you think he is. No, his mind is running wild with perverted thoughts, thoughts that if you knew about you'd kick him out and file for a restraining order.

"You are coming, aren't you?" Your voice snaps him out of it, his eyes zoning in on your face as you slide a few slice of French toast onto his plate.

"Where?" He asks, making you giggle and squint at him.

"To Smurf's party tonight, silly. Everyone else is." You remind him, rounding the corner of the counter to slide into the stool next to him. You keep your legs crossed tight as you cut up your breakfast and pour some syrup and powered sugar over it.

"Did she invite you?" Pope asks, looking at you straight on with that scowl you're still trying to get used to.

"Umm, yeah. Is that okay? Thought I'd stay close to you though."

"Sure." Pope grumbles before turning to his food. You watch him for a quick moment as he picks at his plate, jaw ticking like it does. You take a slow bite, deciding you need more syrup as you chew.

"We don't have to, you know. Could have my friends over instead, you don't mind them, right?" You offer, noticing how uncomfortable he is. He cranes his neck back to you, glaring in the way you've come to know means he's thinking; not so much upset or angry.

"I'll think about it." He murmurs.

You smile and nod, taking another bite before reaching for your glass of juice. Somehow your elbow hits your plate on the way back and it flips into your lap, syrup smearing all over your bare thighs. You squeal a little, the juice slipping from your hand and soaking Pope's pants.

"Fuck, fuck! I'm so sorry, Andrew!" You apologize profusely, getting all the dishes back on the counter before ripping off a few paper towels and going to dap off his pants.

"It's fine." Pope grunts, hands gripping the edge of the stool as you pat down his thighs and crotch. His jaw is clenched as he tries extremely hard not to get hard.

"M'so sorry!" You continue, cursing yourself for your clumsiness, ignoring the syrup running down your legs. Your little hands are all over Pope and it drives him crazy, you have no idea the verge he's on, the urges he's fighting. He's trying to protect you from himself but you make it so hard.

He snatches your wrists and holds you still, you look up to his face apologetically. "It's fine, doll." He grunts out, stern in that way you sort of like. But it doesn't calm you, you feel so bad for being so clumsy.

"No, it's not, c'mon." You manage to get a hold of Pope's hands, tugging him out of his seat despite his small protests. He's a little uncomfortable because of his wet pants but he's not upset with you by any means. You on the other hand feel like you have to rectify the situation asap.

"What're you doing?" Pope asks when you pull him into the bathroom. You close the door behind him, reaching for his shirt to start tugging it over his head. "Doll...what're you doing?" Pope asks a little more seriously this time. You smile at the nickname he's given you, you've loved it ever since the first time he said it.

"Let's get cleaned up, we'll be too sticky to sit anywhere or do anything if not." You explain earnestly, pulling his shirt over his head and he lets you. He's stiff and rigid, not sure what to do with himself as the two of you get naked in your shared bathroom.

"You can go first, I'll wait." Pope offers, standing like a stone as you tug innocently at his sweatpants.

"It'll be quicker together. - Unless, you don't want to." You offer, realizing maybe you should double check with him first. He stands in only his boxers with your fingers tucked in the elastic. Pope clenches his fists so tight he breaks skin just to keep from getting hard in front of you.

"It-It's not weird?" Pope asks, staring at you with hesitance and lust. The only thing you pick up on is his hesitation, petting his biceps for friendly comfort, not knowing what you're doing to him.

"I don't think so, you're my friend. - I've showered with my friends before." You shrug casually. "I can trust you, can't I, Andy?" You ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes and twisting a few of his curls in your fingers.

"Of course." Pope nods, looking at you with a softer, gentler expression now.

Guilt knots in his gut because he knows he's lying. You can trust him to protect you from others, to watch you get to work safely, and that no one will ever bother you or your friends on your nights out, etc. But in this situation, with you and him, alone - he can't seem to help himself. Whether it's fucking the pair of panties you wore to the gym, watching you ride your favorite big, pink dildo when you forget to close your door, or tucking his cock between his legs to have something to fuck while you talk his ear off - Pope is not trust worthy.

"Good, get in with me then." You chirp at him, spinning around as you slide your t-shirt up your torso. Pope watches the movement of your spine and arms, blood rushing to his crotch. You turn the hot water on and step into the porcelain tub, letting it soak your hair and back first.

Pope hesitates, sliding his boxers down slow and walking to the curtain even slower. He stands there naked and unsure of himself as he grips the flowery curtain in his hand.

"Andy?" You call, sounding needy despite your friendly intentions.

"Y-Yeah?"

"You comin? Need help getting all this syrup off my legs." You whine a little, missing the proximity of him because you've just gotten used to it.

He doesn't waste anymore time, stepping into the tub with you. He awkwardly covers himself with his hands, trying to hide that fact that he's growing against his will. He's trying to be respectful but - he can't. The sprays of warm water bouncing off of you start to dampen his skin, which entices your eyes. You look down to his hands, giggling a little as you run your hands through your hair. You don't mean to stare but he's so muscular and taught you can't help it. So, it doesn't bother you much that his eyes wander too.

"You can use your body wash if you want." You offer, nodding to his bottle and then down to your sticky legs.

"I-I shouldn't." He stutters, gripping himself tighter in hopes of restricting blood flow.

"It's okay, Popey." You assure him, stepping closer to tug on his wrists. "It's natural, I understand. No need to be embarrassed." You continue on until he lets you pull his hands away.

When his hardening cock flops down against Pope's thigh your eyes get big for a moment and you gulp, it's the biggest cock you've ever seen. You snap your head away out of respect, looking back up to his worried, angular face.

"Here," You hand him the bottle before lifting your leg up, resting your foot on the ledge next to his knee. Pope gulps, biting down on his tongue as he squeezes some soap into his palm.

His gruff hands massage your thigh and calf where the sticky syrup dried to your skin. The warm water and musky soap work together to clean you up. Pope is red faced and aching, fighting against every urge in his body to stay calm, to not just take you the way he dreams so often about.

"Thank you, - feels kinda good." You sigh, closing your eyes a moment before switching legs. Pope works the mess off your other leg just the same, meticulously making sure you're squeaky clean. Once he's satisfied he reaches around you to rinse his hands off before stepping back with them in fists at his side. His cock stands at full attention now and you can't keep your eyes off of it now matter how hard you try.

"Wanna get in and clean off now?" You offer. Pope nods yes, looking down to his feet as you two shuffle past each other to switch sides of the tub. Slick parts of your bodies brush together, igniting a fire under his skin.

He rinses himself off as you start lathering up your hair. You pass back and forth one or two more times as you work through your normal shower routine. When you're in the water facing away from him for the last time, Pope gets overwhelmed, the desire pulsating through his veins clouding his judgment. Not to mention the painful ache in his cock.

You feel a large, gruff hand between your shoulder blades and it makes you shudder. Pope massages his hand higher until he's got a hold of the muscle between your neck and shoulder, so he can pull you closer to him. You can't see it but Pope already has his other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily.

"A-Andrew? What're y-you doing?" You ask timidly, glancing over your shoulder where his big hand is giving you goose bumpers.

Pope uses his hold on you to drag you back to his chest, you can feel his knuckles brushing your bum every other moment. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's natural, - just like you said." He explains softly, grunting a little as he continues stroking himslf against your ass.

"Popey, - a-are you touch-touching yourself?" You stutter worse when you feel his fat tip between the dimples at the base of your spine.

"Yes." He whispers, his fist quickening when he sees your ass cheeks jiggle from the impact. "I got too hard while cleaning you, m'sorry - but I have to take care of it. You understand, don't you, sweetheart?" Pope babbles, his manipulation working as you start to take pity on him. You know sometimes men can't help when they get hard, and you did put him on the spot a little this morning. So, you feel like it's the least you can do to help him - right?

"I didn't know you thought about me like that." You whisper, pressing your palms to the wall in front of you as Pope gets closer and puts more weight on you. The feeling of his hand hitting your ass and his cock writhing against you make you quiver. You can't deny that Pope is an attractive man, he's so much man. But you were certain that you weren't Pope's type.

"Think that you're attractive? Doll, everyone thinks that about you." Pope grumbles, stroking himself faster. You feel his blunt tip swipe through you're ass cheeks and you whimper a little. Your spin naturally arches for him, instinct kicking in as his free hand holds a death grip on your side. "Yeah?" He hums.

"Andy..." You whimper, unsure of what's going on with your mind and body.

He continues stroking himself around the base, aiming the top part of his cock to slide farther down between your ass cheeks until his tip meets your dripping entrance.

"Oh my god." Pope sighs, his chest collapsing and curving around your back. He's teases your entrance a little more seriously and it makes you gasp, clawing at the wall in front of you for balance. "Sweetheart, please say this is all for me." Pope whines, nudging himself forward which makes you flinch. The pressure feels more serious now, he's so hard against you it makes you dizzy.

You're not sure what to do or say, you're not sure you recognize the Pope behind you. Maybe you've imagined him once or twice while bouncing on your pink dildo but you never imagined him so gruff and needy.

"Andy!" You squeal, your spine arching further as your hips jolt.

"It's okay, it's okay." He soothes, kissing your shoulder, gentle and coaxing. "We both need it, baby. Just feel how wet you are - how hard I am." Pope kisses your temple, his large hand engulfing one of your breasts to grope you. You make whiny noises from his movements, gasping for air and trying to think clearly.

"I-I'm not sure..." You hesitate, looking over your shoulder at him to see his needy face.

It morphs into an expression of pain and pleasure colliding as you feel him pushing into you. It's a sharp stretch at first but your pussy welcomes it.

"No no no, please don't say that - please, sweetheart. I know you need it." Pope whines, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he nudges your noses together. "Promise I'll make you feel you, - just don't say no, baby." He continues pleading with you, all the while sinking in inch by inch at a steady pace.

Your pussy flutters around his girth, sucking him in despite the hesitance in your mind. You know this isn't something that friends are supposed to do and it makes you worry...

"Thought you were my friend, Andy..." You whimper, your breath hitching in a moan as you arch deeper for him. His fat cock feels good enough to make you loopy right off the bat.

"I am, sweetheart, I am!" Pope defends himself, thrusting in and out of you. One hand wraps around your middle while the other grabs at your hip. "You're just helping me out, yeah? We're friends helping each other out, - it's normal to do that." Pope encourages, nodding his head in your face as he speaks to convince you. "Yeah?" He asks with urgency, raising his brows at you.

"Y-yeah." You nod slowly, moaning louder than you expect as Pope finds a brutal pace inside you. Your hips shift back against him, making sure he hits that perfect spot inside you over and over. Pope growls at your answer, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he starts pounding into you harder and harder. He's relentless, sloppily kissing your mouth and face as he gets a little carried away.

Pope loses himself in the misdt of it all, pressing your face into the wall as he forces your spine to arch more while slamming his fat cock in and out of your pussy. He's grunting and moaning, sounding delirious as he pounds into you.

Even in your confusion about the whole predicament you feel every last delicious thrust echo through you. Pope knows how to use his huge cock, knows how to make sure it doesn't hurt, how to reach new places. You were nearly as delirious as he was, cock drunk because you've never been stuffed so full before.

Pope starts grunting extra loud, his breath constricted as his thrusts turn devilish. You force your glossy eyes open to glance back at him, his gaze heavy and mouth open as he humps you.

"D-don't come in me." You stutter out, trying to wiggle away when you notice him losing control. Pope pins you in place, keeping you perfectly balanced between the wall and him.

"I-I have to sweetheart, that's a part of sex." Pope groans, leaning forward to try and kiss the pout from your lips. "I won't be able to otherwise." He whines, his pupils blown out as he gives you his best puppy dog eyes. And it works, you can't deny him when he's this deep inside you. When you stop protesting and start moaning again, Pope takes his chance and fucks himself into you until he's filling you with his cum. He's a loud, whiny, grateful mess as you feel his warmth fill your belly.

"Thank you s'much, doll - make me feel so good, what a good friend - such a tight girl, you spoil me - that's right suck me in, take all of it."

You're dizzy when he's done, barely able to hold your head up on your own. It's a good thing Pope keeps such a tight hold on you when he slowly pulls out because your knees buckle.

"Don't give out on me yet," He coos, spinning you around so you're leaning against the wall and he's propping you up by your hips. "Gotta do my part." He grins at you, pecking your mouth before sinking to his knees.

"W-what do you mean?" You huff, running your fingers through his hair as he massage your thighs.

"What kinda friend would I be if I didn't make you come, sweetheart?" Pope asks as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. You gulp when he lifts your leg over his shoulder, giving himself full access to you. "Would never do that to you." He whispers, his eyes locked in on your dripping cunt.

Pope takes a handful of your bush and tugs until your squealing and trying to stop him. Before you can get him to stop he's wrapping his mouth around your entire cunt, lapping up his come mixed with your arousal like it's his last meal. His eyes roll back in his head as he presses himself as hard as he can into your cunt. His nose nudges your clit and he inhales deeply, a feral moan escaping him.

"Andy! Oh god, just like that!" You cry out, bucking your hips and pulling at his hair for more, more, more! "Please, Pope, m'so close!" You continue blubbering, chasing your high like it's the only thing that matters.

Pope moans into your pussy just like he did when his cock was inside of you. The vibrations make you quiver, your palms flat behind you for better leverage. Pope pushes your thigh higher up his head to sink his tongue in. He's somehow even more feral; he's growling and scratching at your thighs, devouring you like a man starved.

You're screaming by the time you come, so overstimulated and worked up that it tears through you. It's every bit of violence as it is euphoric. You feel your body give out, knowing Pope is the only reason you haven't fallen over.

When your eyes open Pope is looking at you with his stern face, brushing hair from yours so he can kiss clear lips. He's gentle, like he's searching you for something.

"You can't let any of your friends do that to you but me, you understand?" Pope demands, looking so serious, like he could flip to anger in a second.

"Why not?" You pout playfully, still catching your breath as you cling to his big biceps.

"Because sweetheart, they won't know how to touch you like me." He assures you, rubbing your noses together as his big hands caress you carefully.

Deep down you know he's right.

You two sort of fall into a routine after that day; where anytime you're pent up or need a release - you just go to one another. Neither of you ever say no, always so eager and ready to help out your friend.

but he is absolutely positive that none of his peers would have any respect for him if they saw him right now. standing in his hallway peeking through the crack you left in the bathroom door.

you're visiting his daughter for one month in the summer, as you always do. earlier, jack had his annual barbecue for the whole neighborhood. he spent the entire evening trying to not ogle your sun screen covered body in your sinful bikini.

its the end of the night now and you must be showering off said sunscreen. well, you are showering it off. he knows because he can see it.

thats right. decorated military veteran jack abbot is peering through the small opening of the bathroom door in his house to look at mirror above the sink. its a bit foggy, but the reflection is clear enough to show you. in the shower. wet and naked.

he is frozen in place as he stares at you. he had just been trying to walk to his bedroom after he finished cleaning up. but... here he is. watching you clean your naked body. he swallows as his eyes fall on your soapy tits that are graced by pretty pebbled nipples. he then looks to your exposed stomach as the water hits it. his breathing picks up as he watches your belly rise and fall with your breathing.

his gaze finally trails downward to the apex of your thighs. jesus christ. he's instantly hard at the sight of your soaked pussy in the shower. in his shower. his hand creeps towards the bulge in his shorts automatically. needing to do something to quell the ache you've been causing in him for fucking years. he's managed to keep his hands off himself at the thought of you all this time. but now, seeing you soaking wet and bare for him... he shakes off the feeling of shame that licks up his spine and finally gives in.

he watches brazenly, pathetically. imagining himself in the shower with you. sure, he would be in his shower chair, but in this fantasy you didn't care about that. you wanted him. disability and all. the thought made jack start to palm himself through his shorts.

he imagines that he would start by washing your hair for you, making sure he covered every part then rinsed out all the soap when he was done. then he would kiss you. slow and exploring to start, wanting to savor every second of the act. tongue slipping into your mouth to feel the way you entangle yours with his. he would keep his hands at your waist, a light touch that wouldn't satisfy either of you. once you pressed your naked chest to his, begging for more, he'd give it to you. gripping your thighs and yanking you down onto his chair with him.

standing in the hallway, jack starts to pant as quietly as he can to not draw your attention to him, rubbing himself almost too aggressively.

back in his perverted fantasy, once you were spread on top of him, he would take two of his fingers and circle your opening until you were whining against his mouth. only when you uttered the word "please" would he shove his thick digits inside you, pairing the movement with a raspy "good girl". you would moan his name so sweetly and clench so tightly around him as he worked you, pushing his fingers in and out as you humped his hand.

he would take his time to learn you. taking note of what made your back arch, what made you gush onto his palm and what made your eyes roll back. he would talk to you the whole time, saying things like "you feel so good baby, so tight for me." and "you like that huh? oh yeah, i feel it honey. you're squeezin me like you love it."

jack bites his lip as he watches you bend over, showing off your backside in the shower. your ass is supple and leads to the legs that are spread wide for him in his mind. he swallows down a groan as he starts to grind his clothed cock against his hand uncontrollably.

in his mind, he is curling his fingers against your silky walls as you grip his salt and pepper hair, pressing his thumb to your achey clit and rubbing in firm circles, causing you to shudder and pulse around him. with one final "cant wait to feel how this pussy squeezes my cock baby", he would suck your tongue into his mouth. you would cry out, coming on his hand as you chanted his name, kissed at his face and scratched at his chest, blind with pleasure.

jack imagines how tight you are as you released all over his fingers, what expressions would cross your pretty face. next, he'd rock your core against the head of his painfully hard dick. he'd demand that you "ask for it nicely sweetheart." and you would. god, you would beg for it. you would whimper desperately for him. you would say over and over-

"like what you see mr. abbot?"

your sickly sweet voice snaps him out of his depraved fantasy, to see you staring at him in the mirrors reflection. you have on a sly smile and you don't even halt your movements as you massage soap suds onto your tits.

jacks eyes blow wide, having been caught red fucking handed even though you don't look alarmed at all. his jaw drops but no words come out. your gaze drops to his crotch, to where he's still pathetically humping his hand, and bite your lip.

it takes all of three seconds with your eyes on his erection to make him sober up. he snatches his hand away from his cock and yanks the bathroom door shut. he hears you giggle as his forehead falls against the wood.

after a minute of staring down at his torturously hard dick that still strains through his shorts, he turns and walks the rest of the way down the hall. feeling disgusted with himself at what he just did. or what he just started to do. seeing as he didn't even finish.

and its a good thing he didn't. because once jacks prosthetic is off and he is laying in his bed in the dark, his mid races.

what the fuck did he just do? what if you told his daughter? what if you told your parents?

his stomach churns with shame. jesus christ he was so fucking sick.

he stood there, and touched himself to a twenty-something-year-old taking a shower. he watched you stand there all wet, lather yourself up with soap, run your hands all over your body how he wishes he could and-

he squeezes his eyes shut and swallows his last molecule of pride, shoving his hand back down his pants.

even if he never sees you again because you called the cops on him or your parents kill him rightfully so, he might as well complete the fantasy. right?

and, when jack comes inside you in his mind and in his hand in his lonely reality, all he can think about is your knowing smile when you caught him.

..

There were only two things he wanted in life: you and a baby. 

Maybe multiple babies, but everyone had to start somewhere. And Pope wanted to get started now. But you kept waffling, saying “I don’t know” and “maybe next year.” You’d told him next year about three years ago, and he was done waiting.

Lucky for him, you weren’t on any birth control. That had partially been his doing. You’d complained about side effects from your IUD, so Pope had suggested that you get rid of it, that he didn’t mind wearing condoms if it meant you were more comfortable. And you trusted him wholeheartedly. You’d never have guessed he had ulterior motives.

So here he was now, taking a thumb tack to every single condom you kept in your night stand drawer. He was methodical, poking five holes in each. Pope didn’t want them to break, though, that would alarm you and then he’d have to get Plan B. He wanted them to stay intact, but give just enough room for some of his little swimmers to leak out into you.

By the time he had finished, he only had a few minutes before you were due to arrive home from work, so he settled back on the bed to wait.

That was how you found him, sitting with his back against the headboard, hands folded in his lap and eyes locked on the door.

“Andy,” you set your purse on the dresser, smiling at him as you walked over to give him a kiss. “How was your day?”

Before you could peck him and move on, Pope was grabbing you by the hips and dragging you into his lap. You squeaked against his lips in surprise, laughing as you relaxed in his hold. His hands roamed over you, moving from your tits to your hips to your ass, like he couldn’t figure out what he wanted to grope.

“Miss me?” You were grinning ear to ear as you finally freed your mouth from his, but Pope didn’t stop, dropping his head to kiss and suck at your neck and using his hold on you to rock your core over his. You could feel how hard he was growing already.

Pope had been half hard since he began sabotaging your contraceptives, but seeing you waltz in none the wiser had all of his blood rushing south.

“Need you,” he grunted. Momentarily, he stopped painting your neck in bruises and bites to pull your shirt up and over your head. He quickly popped your bra clasp open after, dragging it down your arms and throwing it across the room.

“You can have me,” your hands dropped down between your bodies, yanking and unbuckling his belt to get his jeans open as fast as possible. “Been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” Pope looked up at you with wide eyes as he guided you up onto your knees to remove your shorts and underwear. Once he had them gone, it struck you that he was still nearly fully clothed, his pants pulled just far down enough to free his length while you were naked. A shiver ran up your spine. Something about your states of undress were much more attractive than it should be.

“Yeah, Andy,” your fingers came to wrap around his cock, stroking over him slowly. Your fingers swiped through the precum leaking from his head. Holding eye contact with him, you brought those fingers to your lips, licking the salty fluid off of them.

Pope groaned before he was frantically yanking your nightstand drawer open and grabbing a condom. You’d seen him put on a condom a million times before, so while he went through the motions, you took your turn to leave your mark on his neck. Working the skin between your teeth, you drunk in every little groan and gasp that came from him as he working the latex down over his length.

You’d been planning on riding him, but before you could pull back and sink down, Pope was lifting you up and off of him, manipulating your body to land face down on the bed.

“Andrew-”

“Want you like this,” his body laid over yours, pressing you down into the mattress before you could push up or protest. His cockhead was running through your folds, trying to catch and push into your hole, but he kept missing. Pope grumbled in frustration, and then his weight shifted off your back.

You looked over your shoulder to find out exactly what he was doing, but you quickly found out when he was jerking your hips up, folding a pilow and propping your hips up on it. His body was back over you once he had you exactly how he wanted.

“Oh fuck-” his head dropped to your shoulder as he finally sank into you. He swore he could feel your wetness on the little bits of skin exposed by the microscopic holes. It was incredible. He’d truly mourned not being able to fuck raw after you’d had your IUD removed, but he knew he’d be able to again once he finally got you pregnant. “Feels good.”

Pope couldn’t help himself. His hips jerked and ground into you, chasing his own pleasure. He needed to cum in you now. He’d give you as many orgasms as you wanted once he was done, but right now his sole focus was finishing as deep inside you as he could. 

“Fuck, Andy,” you were whining and pushing back against each movement he made. He felt so good deep inside you.

Pope’s thrusting picked up in pace. He was already embarrassingly close. You were so warm and tight and perfect around him. He just couldn’t help himself. His pace stuttered, hips slamming into your ass as he pressed as deep inside you as he could get. 

Pope was used to the sensation of his cum filling up a condom, how the warm heat would spread down his shaft as emptied himself into it. This was different. He could still feel some of that wet heat trapped in the latex, but it was not nearly as much as before. As far as he could tell, his plan had worked perfectly.

He waited until the aftershocks were done and every drop had been wrung out of him by your walls before he pulled out. You hadn’t finished, and he felt guilty, but he also needed to cover his tracks, at least until those two pink lines showed up.

Thankfully, when his cock emerged from your cunt, the holes he’d pricked in it were more visible, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that it had overall held its shape without tearing but had let almost all of his release flood your depth.

He quickly stripped the condom off and threw it in the trashcan beside the bed before he was yanking your hips up.

You squeaked in shock as Pope pulled you up onto your knees. He could see some of his milky white release starting to drip from you. He couldn’t let you see that.

So he buried his face in your cunt. His tongue licked from your clit to your ass, cleaning up any trace of his cum that leaked out of you. It hurt his soul to not push that precious fluid deep inside you, but he had no choice for now.

He focused his efforts on your clit, trying to work you up to an orgasm as fast as possible. The foggier your senses were, the more likely he’d be able to get away with filling you once again, and his already hardening cock was aching for it again.

“Andrew! Fuck!” You were rocking back against his face, panting and moaning. 

Two of his fingers pushed into you, curling down to press into your g-spot as his lips circled your clit. He sucked the little bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. Your thighs were shaking and you buried your face into the mattress as you cried out.

“Cum,” Pope growled, doubling his efforts and intensity. 

You came, fluid squirting out around his fingers as your walls spasmed and clenched around his fingers. He didn’t stop, fighting through your tightening insides and the tremors that wracked your body. You were whimpering, moaning his name, and reaching behind you to try and push him away when you started to come down.

“Oh my god,” he finally backed off, looking down at your slumped form as you tried to catch your breath. “Jesus Christ, Andrew.”

Pope leaned back to open the drawer again. You looked over your shoulder, expression incredulous as you watched him fish out a brand new condom. 

“Again!?” 

“Again.”

Pope was not going to stop until he got what he wanted.

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