Bornfromthemaina

warnings :: smut, piv, senator jack era, petnames (doll), thats it i think, maybe slight breeding kink from jack

a/n :: ohmygosh this is so horribly written!! pls don’t mind if there’s potential grammar or spelling mistakes! pls don’t be afraid to message me if u spot any!!

It was some little get together a few senators attended along with their wives. Nothing too fancy.

You didn’t realize that small get together would turn into your fiancé pounding into you with his hand over your mouth in the bathroom.

He had you with your hands braced on the sink as you looked at him fucking you in the mirror. The sight of him so focused on thrusting into you almost made you forget why you were here in the first place.

One fellow senator had approached you two and, according to Jack, spent too much time looking at you as he talked. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice. The man was practically eye-fucking you as you stood there next to your fiancé!

As soon as the man had left after being called over by another senator, Jack was dragging you down the hall and into the bathroom.

Now, here you were.

You could hear Jack grunt as he spoke up. “Y’know, that man is the same one who finds any way to get at me at work.” He said as he continued his rhythmic thrusts.

If he wasn’t absolutely fucking your brains out you’d respond with something smart, but you could only let out a small whine against his palm.

“That bastard saw you and probably thought he’d find a way to piss me off, even out of work.” He added with a deep thrust that had you seeing stars.

Your legs quivered as he went on and on about the man. He looked so hot all angry and jealous. The thought of another man’s attention on you sickened him it seemed.

His hand snaked down to rub your clit in small circles as a way to throw you over the edge. “But that’s fine.. as long as he’s not the one getting to know what this pussy feels like.”

With the combination of those words and his fingers rubbing your clit, you whimpered. Your legs were growing weak as you felt your high approaching.

As if sensing how close you were, Jack sped up. For the next few seconds the only sounds audible in the bathroom were the slick sounds of his hips ramming into yours and his grunts of satisfaction.

“Fuckin’ perfect..” he murmured as he sped his fingers up circling your clit. In the mirror you could see his high approaching. “Perfect..” he repeated with a grunt as he finally came, spilling himself inside your cunt.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your climax followed immediately after. You moaned desperately against his palm as you tightened around his cock.

As soon as his hand left your mouth he was dragging you gently by your chin to meet his lips. The kiss was messy and hot but undeniably a billion of unsaid words put into a kiss. At the same time, his cock was still rested in you as if he were plugging you up with his cum. It was as if it were an act to prove you were his and only his.

After a final second he slowly pulled away and stood there admiring you. Your eyes were watery and your lips were moist from his kiss.

“You’re a doll.” He murmured as he stroked your bottom lip. “Only my doll.”

And in that moment you thought, maybe him getting riled up with jealousy wasn’t so bad.

Jackie's Inquiring Camera Girl column from April 21st, 1953

Sen. John F. Kennedy (D) of Massachusetts: I've often thought that the country might be better off if we Senators and the pages traded jobs. If such legislation is ever enacted I'll be glad to hand over the reins to Jerry Hoobler. In the meantime, I think he might be just the fellow to help me straighten out my relationship with the cops. I've often mistaken Jerry for a senator because he looks so old.

You straddled your boyfriend on the couch, grinding your soaked pussy down on him repeatedly. Your thin panties were completely drenched, clinging obscenely to your folds as you rocked your hips faster, rubbing your swollen clit along the thick outline of his dick through his boxers.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, hands gripping your ass, yanking you down harder against him. “Keep humping me like that, baby. Gonna make me cum in my fucking boxers.”

You moaned filthily, rolling your hips in messy circles, pressing your dripping pussy against him with shameless need. The wet spot on your panties grew bigger with every grind, soaking through the fabric of his boxers until you could feel the heat of his throbbing cock twitching beneath you.

“I’m so close,” you whimpered, riding him faster, your tits bouncing in your tank top as you chased it.

“Yeah? Cum for me baby,” he growled, thrusting up roughly to meet your movements. “Make a mess all over me.”

A few more frantic grinds and you shattered, crying out as your pussy clenched and pulsed, soaking your panties and his boxers with your cum. The feeling of you creaming all over him pushed him over the edge immediately. He let out a deep, guttural moan, hips jerking up as he came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding his boxers, pulsing against your soaked pussy while you kept grinding through both your orgasms.

"not yet."

you whimpering. hips shifting. trying to find something to press against.

making you wait a little longer because i enjoy every moment of watching you get increasingly needier.

finally lining myself up. pressing the tip against you and waiting there. feeling you try to push down onto me immediately.

holding your hips still.

"be patient."

a broken sound. your hands gripping the sheets. "please— mommy please i've been so good please—"

"you have." pressing a kiss to your jaw. "you have been so good." pressing in just slightly. just barely. feeling you gasp. "that's why you're going to get exactly what you want."

pressing in slow.

so slow.

feeling you stretch around me inch by inch. feeling how warm you are. how perfectly you take me every single time like your body was made specifically for this. for me. feeling you grip me immediately. so desperately. a long shaky moan slipping out of you that you couldn't have held back if you tried.

stopping halfway. just to feel it. just to watch your face.

"mommy—" barely a word. "mommy please all of it please—"

pressing in the rest of the way.

staying completely still.

fully inside you. feeling you clench around me. feeling your whole body shudder from it. feeling how full you are and how much you needed to be full and how those two things are making you absolutely fall apart before i've even moved.

pressing my forehead to yours. looking at you properly.

"you feel so good." cooed at you. "every single time. you always feel this good and it still gets me every time."

you making a small whiny sound. eyes becoming glassy.

starting to move. slow deep rolls at first. taking my time. savoring it. feeling every single second of it. feeling you get wetter the longer it goes. feeling the way you open up for me gradually. the way your body adjusts and then takes me. completely. perfectly.

"mommy—" grabbing at my arms. "more— please—"

"i've got you." not speeding up yet. keeping it slow and deep. making you feel every single movement. "i've got you baby. need to keep enjoying how good you feel."

watching your face. learning it all over again even though i already know it. the way your brow furrows when something feels especially good. the way your mouth falls open. the way your eyes flutter and then find mine like you need to see me while it's happening. like eye contact is part of what makes it real.

holding your gaze. not looking away.

"you feel so perfect." moving a little deeper now. watching you gasp. "so perfect every single time. i don't know how you do that."

"please— please harder— please i need—"

giving you harder. feeling you cry out immediately. your whole body arching up toward me. hips rolling desperately to meet mine. the sounds you're making getting louder and less controlled.

"that's it." so low. so warm. "that's it baby. take it."

feeling how good you feel around me. that's the thing. that's always the thing. i tell myself i'll take it slow. i'll be patient. i'll draw it out. and then i'm inside you and everything rational just leaves. because you feel too good. because the way you grip me and the sounds you make and the way you look at me make it impossible to think about anything except staying right here. exactly like this. for as long as possible.

"i can't stop." against your ear. so honest. so completely undone by you. "you feel too good. you always feel too good. i'm going to need you to just take it."

you sobbing slightly. arms wrapping around me. pulling me closer. deeper. "please don't stop. please mommy please i need it please don't stop—"

"i'm not stopping." pressing deeper. feeling you clench immediately. "i told you. i can't. you won't let me."

your hips moving frantically now. meeting every thrust. chasing it. both of us completely lost in it.

"who do you belong to." so low. so certain.

"you—" immediately. without thinking. "i'm yours mommy—"

"yeah you are." hand finding your jaw. tilting your face up. making you look at me while i'm moving inside you. holding your gaze. "every single part of you. all mine."

you nodding. eyes wet.

"and nobody." pressing deep and staying there for a moment. feeling you gasp at the fullness of it. "nobody else is going to touch you like this. nobody else is going to make you feel the way i make you feel. you understand that?"

"yes— yes mommy yes— just you— only you—"

"say it properly."

"nobody else." your voice breaking on it. hips still moving even though i've stilled. still chasing. still needing. "just you. only you. you're the only one who makes me feel like this. you're the only one i want. please— please mommy please move—"

starting again. deeper this time. harder. giving you everything.

feeling you completely unravel under me. the sounds you make. the way you stop being able to form words and are reduced to just sounds. desperate, whiny sounds that go straight through me. the way your nails find my back. my shoulders. gripping hard. the way you keep pulling me closer like you want me deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.

"mommy i'm gonna cum—" crying properly now. tears sliding down. hips moving desperately. "mommy please i'm so close please don't stop please please please—"

"i've got you." not slowing down. not even slightly. "i feel it. i feel how close you are." pressing deeper. steadier. "cum for me. right now. i want to feel it. cum for me."

my words hitting you hard. your body relaxing more at the permission. feeling you fall apart completely.

the way your whole body arches up and then shudders. the way you clench around me so hard it makes me lose my rhythm for a second. the way you say my name over and over and over like it's the only thing your brain has left. your hips still moving through it. riding every wave. taking everything.

working you through every single second of it. not stopping until you're shaking and your hands have loosened from my back and you're breathing unevenly.

pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the corner of your mouth.

pulling you close. your face finding my neck immediately. arms wrapping around me loosely.

rubbing your back slow. pressing a kiss to your hair.

"i'm so proud of you." meaning every single word.

you nodding against me.

You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those “fake” vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-

You’ve gotta stop having open invite parties unless you’re ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.

Humans are cute, and you’re a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, they’re about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.

A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you can’t quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.

Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. It’s only later that you realize they’ve begun drinking from your neck, you’re too buzzed to even notice the pain.

Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesn’t even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like you’d notice anyways, you’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.

Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night they’ve all left some sort of claim on you, and you’ll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.

You’ve got the sight after all, even if you’re not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when they’re plowing into them.