He adjusted his glasses, pushing them back an inch and her attention moved to his hands. So big and warm, calloused yet gentle. She imagined them running over her curves and she inhaled deeply as her nipples hardened, sending a shock of arousal through her system. 

He looked up, hazel eyes bright even in the dim lamp light. When he saw her staring, the corner of his mouth turned upwards beneath his thick graying beard. She felt her heartbeat in her cunt and she bit her lip, conjuring up lude scenes of utter decadence in her mind. 

Her friends could wait. 

Y/N stepped into the room with her eyes trained on his handsome face. She could feel her temperature rise as her pussy dripped. Her heels clicked loudly on the antique wood floor, and Jeffrey carefully closed his book. 

“You look great, baby,” he said in a deep voice. He was raspy from a long day of reciting lines and chasing after zombie extras. 

The sound made her shiver.

Without a word, she reached behind her back and tugged at the zipper on her dress. It inched down slowly with a faint metallic zing. 

Jeff took a deep breath as he watched her. “Thought you were goin’ out with the girls tonight.” 

She pursed her crimson lips and shook her head. “I was…” Slowly, she slipped the dress from her right shoulder. “But now I don’t wanna.” 

“Is that so?” He set the book down on the cushion next to him and uncrossed his legs. “What’s got you changin’ plans last minute, Princess? That’s not like you.” 

The other shoulder slipped away and Y/N let the dress fall to the floor. She stood in the pool of fabric, exposed but for a set of lacy black lingerie and thigh-high stockings.

Jeff licked his lips. 

She stepped out of the dress. 

“You.” 

He whistled softly, intrigued. “Is that right?” He leaned back and spread his knees a bit, settling in. 

Y/N smiled coyly and fell to her hands and knees. She looked up through thick, charcoal lashes. “Yes, Sir…” 

Jeffrey exhaled a hum and ran his hands down his thighs as he watched her full tits hang and sway. He tapped his right knee, calling her over, and Y/N instantly obeyed. 

She crawled towards him, making sure to keep her ass high and her eyes locked on his. With each movement, she rolled her hips from side to side and her arousal grew. 

“You are something else, aren’t you?” He breathed, tugging at his jeans to give himself some room to grow. He was already swelling and the closer she came, the harder he got. “Fucking beautiful.” 

Y/N bit back a blushing smile and stopped at his feet. She lay her hands on his thighs and slowly moved them higher as she went up on her knees. 

“Want your cock,” she whispered, her mouth already flooded and ready to take him in. 

Jeff moaned quietly and smirked. “Go for it…”

She had his zipper down before he took his next breath. She pulled his dick out and her eyes went wide at the sight of him already half-hard in her palm. Leaning in, she kissed the tip gently and let out a mouthful of saliva which she dragged down his shaft with her delicate hand. 

“You sure you wanna ruin all that pretty lipstick you got on?” he asked, sweeping a featherlight finger down her cheek. 

Y/N shivered at the touch and nodded. “Absolutely.”

It rubbed off a bit on the thick ridge of his cock, smeared onto her upper lip as she pushed her wet mouth all the way down. He hissed in a deep breath and exhaled a moan when she pulled back. She grinned up at him and Jeffrey curled his fingers around her ear, urging her to go again. 

Her mouth was so warm, the circle of her plump lips so tight, that he was hard as a rock nearly instantly. He kept his hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her into a steady rhythm that made his pulse race. 

“So fucking good at this, Princess…” 

She moaned a response around the base of his cock. The movement of her tongue and the tension of her throat made him shudder with pleasure. 

While he relished her expert technique, he wanted more from her than a sloppy suckling. He tapped her head with two fingers and Y/N sat back, staring up at him with a slack, drooling mouth and glassy eyes. 

“Stay right there,” he ordered. 

She sat back on her heels and waited. Her mind was empty except for the joy of submission and her body ached with desperate desire. 

Jeff stood up and removed his jeans, kicked off his shoes, and tossed his boxers aside. When he pulled off his shirt, Y/N exhaled a lustful breath and he smirked. 

“Patience.” 

She squirmed but held her tongue, nodding in response.

“Good girl.” 

He returned to his seat and settled back. He spread his knees and grabbed his sack, rubbing lightly while staring at her tits. He could see the stark outline of her pert nipples under the lace and he tipped his chin towards them. 

“Show me your tits.” 

Y/N bit her lip to hold back another whimper and quickly pulled the thin cups down to sit beneath her breasts. Her nipples darkened under his gaze, tingling and aching to be touched. 

Jeff stroked himself for a good minute, enjoying the view and her unwavering obedience. When he was ready, he rubbed his hands down his bare thighs and crooked two fingers at her. 

Tingling with anticipation and dripping into the pointless lace between her thighs, Y/N sprang up and took to his lap, straddling his hips and holding herself up, clinging to his strong shoulders. Jeff bucked his hips and the tip of his cock jabbed against her covered pussy. He felt how wet she was, already soaked through the lace. 

“Always ready for me, aren’t you?” he teased. 

Y/N hummed dreamily. “Always ready.” 

He licked his lips and then attacked, grabbing her waist with his right arm while tugging her panties aside with his left hand. Y/N held her breath while he pushed her down, impaling her tight pussy on his thick cock. She held back a cry as her body stretched open for him; closed her eyes at the blissful feeling when it clamped down hard, trapping him inside. 

“So fucking tight,” he mused, setting both hands on her hips. He looked up into her lust-blown eyes. “Ride me.” 

Her mouth fell open in a silent fuck as she pushed up and then fell back down. She shifted onto her feet, drawing her knees up high so she could bounce on his dick, squeezing and leaking all over him. 

He grabbed her ass and she rode faster. 

He slapped her hard and she mewed in ecstasy. 

“That’s it, girl… nice and hard…” 

The familiar tightness of approaching orgasm worked its way through her system and Y/N bit down hard into her bottom lip. She wasn’t ready to cum, she wanted the aching edge to last forever. 

Jeffrey lost himself in her rhythm; teeth bared and hips bucking. He growled like a beast and groped her soft body, claiming every inch of her. 

When her breath became clipped and her legs began to quake, Jeffrey grabbed her face and tugged her lips down to his. He licked deep into her mouth and watched as her eyes rolled back to pure white. 

She panted against his mouth and her cunt squeezed him tight. 

“Turn around,” he whispered, and she moved to obey immediately. 

After a moment of fumbling, she was in place, ready to ride him with her back against his chest. She sank down and her body shuddered. She lay her head against his shoulder and Jeffrey took over, thrusting up into her wetness with wild abandon. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She couldn’t hold her tongue any longer, not with how full she felt and how amazing his hands felt pawing at her tits. 

He pinched her nipples hard and her body curved inwards as sparks of pleasure ran down each limb. 

“God, I’m gonna cum!” 

Jeffrey set his lips by her ear. “Oh, you’re gonna cum for me, Princess.” He dropped his right hand from her breast and pressed two fingers against her clit. “You’re gonna make a mess all over the floor… I want a flood.” 

Y/N shuddered. “Y-yes, Sir…” 

He rubbed her clit and pounded up into her. Y/N clawed at the arm he kept around her middle, desperate to hold onto something as he wrecked her body. 

“Fuck!” 

Her insides tightened beyond what she could take and Jeff rubbed her sensitive bud faster.

“I-I’m gonna cum- Fuck!” 

“Do it,” he growled, teeth scraping her ear. “Now.” 

Y/N held her breath with the orgasm struck. She felt her body pushing hard at his cock and then pulse like mad, sucking him in deeper. He slapped her clit hard as she throbbed and a stream of hot juices broke free. Y/N screamed through clenched teeth as she squirted onto the beautiful hardwood floor, her body quaking with unending bliss. 

“That’s it!” Jeff praised, grunting as his own pleasure peaked, and he came with a burst of energy into her leaking cunt. “Good girl!” 

Still shaking, she leaned forward and set her hands on his knees. She bounced gently, milking him of every drop until he groaned at the friction and tapped her hip. 

“Fuck, Princess…” He settled back against the sofa as she dismounted. “You got some kinda magic pussy.” 

Y/N glowed with pride and satisfaction as she fell down beside him and lay her head on his chest. 

“I guess I should get going,” she said with a playful sigh. 

Jeff laughed and locked his arm around her. “No.”

“No?” 

He grinned. “No, I think you need to give the girls a raincheck. I ain’t quite through with you tonight…” 

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You scoff at him, shaking your head in disagreement. Even though you and Dee are nearly the same age, you feel like your days of looking anywhere close to as glamorous as she is are past you. She’s even managed to have three kids and still look that good, and that just doesn’t seem fair. 

You glance back at your husband to see him rolling his eyes. 

“What?”

“You,” he chuckles softly. “I can practically hear your thoughts.” 

“Oh yeah, and what am I thinking then?” You prompt, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re thinking that you’re not as pretty as her, and that you’ll never be that pretty, but you’re wrong,” he insists with a nonchalant shrug. He pauses when the organiser you’re standing beside ushers you onto the photo line. “Because I think you’re the most beautiful, perfect girl here,” he adds casually, stepping out to begin posing for the cameras. 

You feel a little flustered for a second, just staring after him as the flashes illuminate him. He looks so perfect tonight in his suit without a tie. He looks over at you, a smirk gracing his lips as he lifts his hand and beckons you over with a flick of two fingers. You immediately obey, sliding up to his side where you feel totally safe, and pay the cameras no mind, finally putting the thought of your comparison to Dee out of your mind for a moment as you ride the high of Jeff’s recent words.

You giggle when he leans down to kiss your cheek and then he presses his mouth to your ear and breathes hot breath against your skin.  

“Fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he growls softly, making your insides flutter. 

*

“Can we go soon?” you plead with your husband once all the formalities are over with and there’s just alcohol and mingling left. “I’m tired and my feet are killing me,” you complain, shuffling around in your uncomfortable heels. 

Jeff chuckles softly, glancing down at the floor to your shoes, before looking back up and into your eyes. 

“Five more minutes? I promised Jared I’d have a scotch with him,” Jeff explains softly, and you whine quietly under your breath but don’t protest too loudly, afraid of offending someone around you. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make it worth the wait,” he smirks devilishly, and then slips away, off to find Jared, you presume, and you wonder just what he means by making it worth the wait. 

Your mind at first thinks of something sexual, because after that smirk, you’re pretty sure he was coming onto you, but you can’t think of anything worse right now. You’ve spent the night surrounded by women far prettier and slimmer and better than you in every single way, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball of self pity and sleep this whole evening off. You’re not sure what’s really gotten into you lately, but you’ve never felt this badly about yourself before. You’ve never loved yourself, but your insecurities have never gotten this bad. But then you suppose you and Jeff have been married a short while now, and the ‘honeymoon’ phase died off a little while ago. He used to barely keep his hands off of you, and while he still says the right things and calls you beautiful and makes you feel loved, it’s been a while since you’ve been made to feel sexy. 

When Jeff finally pries himself away from the boys, he finds you once again, and wraps his arm around your waist, finally putting you out of your misery and telling you you can go home. He leads you out to the limo quietly, and opens the door for you to climb in, getting in alongside you. The driver takes you home, and you sit in silence with your husband in the back for a short while, just looking out of the window until you feel his hand on your thigh. Turning your head you catch his eye, and offer him a weak smile at best, feeling truly exhausted and ready to get out of your stupid dress, feeling like you’re trying too hard. 

Jeff doesn’t say anything, and his eyes leave yours as he glances towards the driver, the partian most of the way up, so he reaches over to the switch and closes it completely. That’s when his hand slips down your thigh, to the hem of your dress, and then under it, moving back up to where it was, only this time, on your bare skin. 

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, even though you know the driver won’t hear you through the privacy screen. 

“I’ve tried to keep my hands off of you as long as I could, but I don’t think I can resist any longer,” he states matter-of-factly. 

You scoff and shake your head, wondering if he’s just saying and doing all this to make you feel better. He’s not acted like this since you were dating. 

“Jeff, c’mon,” you sigh, pushing his hand away. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, blinking. 

“I’m not in the mood, okay?” you insist, feeling tears begin to press at the backs of your eyes as you look out the window again. 

“Is this about Dee?” he asks, his hand once again on your thigh, but this time it’s lower down, over your dress, and he squeezes it lovingly. 

“No… yes… maybe… I don’t know, Jeff, I’m just tired, and I feel shitty,” you finally conclude. 

Jeff sighs heavily, his thumb brushing back and forth along your leg. “Alright,” he finally relents, and much to your disappointment he lets go. 

For a moment, you feel annoyed that he hadn’t tried harder to cheer you up, wondering if he too thinks that Dee is more attractive than you, and when you glance over at him to wonder what he’s thinking, his eyes are fixed on his own window, and stay that way for the rest of the ride home. 

It’s even quieter between you as you get through your front door, and you’re even more determined to get into comfortable clothes and go straight to bed, but before you can make your way to the stairs, you feel Jeff’s hand wrap around your wrist and tug you backwards, bringing you towards him. 

“Jeff, please,” you whine, but when you finally look up at him and see the darkness in his eyes, you pause your protests. 

“Jeff?” he questions, “have you forgotten your manners, young lady?” 

“No, Daddy,” you reply, almost so quickly it’s embarrassing.  

“That’s better,” he nods, and a tiny smirk dances along his lips. “Now, do you really want to go to bed, or do you want Daddy to remind you just how perfect he thinks you are?” 

Jeff hadn’t pulled out the ‘daddy’ card in a long time, and instantly you remember back to the days spent between sheets when you first started dating, and how he would be so perfect at taking control, but there was always something so soft and caring with everything he did. You were his, you belonged to him, he could make you do anything he wanted, but in return he made you feel safe and protected, and like the most special thing in his world. And that’s when it hits you. This is what you’d been missing, this is what made you feel good about yourself before, and since it stopped, it’s like you felt like part of you had been taken away. And, of course, Jeff is just utterly perfect and can somehow read your mind and know you better than you know yourself. So of course, he knows exactly what he’s doing right now. 

“I think I need a reminder,” you finally tell him, your voice quiet and soft. 

“I think you’re right,” Jeff nods in agreement, pulling you tight against him, reaching up to caress the side of your face lovingly. “Because I don’t like the way you talked about my baby girl tonight.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling like you’ve let him down somehow. 

“That’s okay. It’s my fault, I forget to remind her how she drives me crazy. I stopped telling her how often I find myself watching her, wishing I could be inside her all day every day. I guess she doesn’t realise how often I find myself thinking about fucking her.” 

You whimper at his words, your legs becoming wobbly for a reason other than your heels, now. Your aching feet are the last thing on your mind as your pussy begins to drip in your panties, and you rub your thighs together for friction. 

“I just wish she’d believe me whenever I do tell her these things. Because I really couldn’t wait to get her home tonight, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her skin, couldn’t wait to rip this dress off and leave it on the floor. She was the only one that could steal my attention tonight.” 

“Is that why you had a scotch with Jared?” you bravely sass, and Jeff chuckles, a little darker than usual which only makes your insides flutter. 

“If I remember rightly, teasing is one of your favourite forms of foreplay,” he smirks, and you pout your lips, hating that he’s right and he knows you that well. “Now if you don’t mind, baby girl, I think I’ve been patient enough tonight,” he growls lowly, bringing his lips to within millimeters of yours. “I wanted to spend the car ride there with my mouth between your legs, but I didn’t wanna ruin your outfit.” 

“Well you can ruin it now,” you breathe out, “Daddy,” you quickly add when you remember. 

“Good,” Jeff growls, his hand twisting into your hair as he closes the gap between you and kisses you fervently. 

You expect him to move it towards the stairs, or maybe even lift you and carry you to your bedroom, but Jeff does no such thing, and after a few moments of making out in the hallway, he begins to guide you backwards, towards the couch in the living room, pushing your back against the tall arm. You're just tall enough to slide your ass onto it, and Jeff’s lips leave yours as they drop to your thighs, and he eagerly pushes your dress up your legs and pulls your panties to one side, placing sloppy, wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart. 

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” you whine, pushing your fingers through his hair and making him chuckle against your skin. 

“I’ve missed that word on your lips,” he groans, biting down on your skin playfully. 

“I’ve missed it too,” you admit, your eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re fucking perfect, look at you. How did I get so lucky, hm?” he hums, and then licks a stripe through your slick, only moaning louder as the taste hits his tongue. 

“Oh shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back in the ripple of pleasure that washes over you at the first sensation between your legs. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, licking another stipe, and another, before sucking your clit between his lips. 

*

He dines on your pussy for what might be hours, and your legs tremble and shake around him when you release your third orgasm onto his tongue, panting heavily as you start to come down from your high, only to feel Jeff’s mouth build it back up once again. 

“Please, Daddy, want your cock so bad, please,” you beg, wearily. 

“How can I resist when you beg so fucking pretty?” he groans, finally standing at full height, unzipping his slacks and fisting out his rock hard cock. You moan at the sight which makes him chuckle, and instinctively your legs widen further as if to invite him in. “Jesus Christ, baby girl,” Jeff growls, his lips and beard still glistening with your slick. “I could make myself cum just watching you like this,” he smirks, his fist slowly moving up and down his shaft. 

“No,” you whine needily, wanting him inside you before he even thinks about ending this. “Want your cock, Daddy, please,” you beg. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, stepping forward. He reaches up and softly wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to look right at him, his cock teasing your entrance. “Do you wanna know what me and the boys talked about tonight?” he asks, and you instantly nod your head, wanting to know absolutely anything he is willing to tell you right now. “I told them how I couldn’t wait to get you home, how lucky I was that out of all the girls there tonight, you were the one I married… I told them how hard you made my cock the second I saw you in this dress this evening,” he tells you. “And d’you know what Jensen said?”

You shake your head, your heart thudding in your chest. “No,” you whine, still desperate for Jeff to stop teasing and push his cock inside you already. 

“He told me he couldn’t blame me, told me I was a lucky guy,” Jeff confirms, a smirk spreading over his mouth. “I couldn’t agree more.” 

The fact that someone else thinks that you’re attractive – someone who is married to someone as perfect as Danneel, no less – seems to do wonders for your confidence, and if you hadn’t already started to lift out of your funk thanks to Jeff’s words tonight, this would’ve certainly done it alone. Jeff seems to choose that exact moment to sink into you, and your eyes roll in pleasure as he hums and whispers about how perfect you feel, and how he never wants to fuck another pussy, how yours is the only one he ever wants wrapped around his cock again. 

His constant praises and brutal thrusts are enough to keep your climaxes coming, over and over again as you desperately try to hold onto your last remaining shred of sanity, but by the time Jeff’s through with you, you’re barely able to move, and your whole body trembles in his hold when he finally pulls you into his lap and strokes your hair as you both recover on the couch together. You smile happily to yourself, feeling so much better than you had been earlier this evening, and maybe it’s the countless orgasms he ripped from your body, but you feel like maybe you could believe at least some of the things Jeff had told you. 

“You were lying weren’t you?” you finally ask, looking up at him. 

“I don’t lie to you, baby girl,” Jeff insists, with no room for an argument in his voice. 

“Jensen didn’t say that,” you tell him, adamantly. 

“He did, actually,” Jeff chuckles. “Actually made me a little jealous,” he admits. “I urm… I know I’m not as attractive as him, and he’s younger, could probably keep up with you better,” he blushes. 

You scoff, sitting up to shake your head at him. “Are you kidding? I was the luckiest girl there tonight.” 

Jeff shakes his head, and you quickly realise that you’re not the only insecure one in your relationship, and you wonder if this is how you make Jeff feel when you say similar things about yourself. 

“Okay, here’s the deal,” you announce. “I’ll start believing you if you start believing me.” 

“Alright, deal,” Jeff nods, smiling softly. “But on one condition,” he adds, which makes you frown slightly. “We bring that Daddy thing back because fuck, that was hot.” 

You laugh and nod your head. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay with that,” you smirk. 

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Once Y/N had finished her little speech, she stepped out of her bathroom and back into her room to get dressed. She already had the clothes she intended to wear laid out on her bed along with her accessories. It was a casual outfit, because she wasn’t the type to ‘dress up’ even if it was to meet her longtime crush. She figured that this was the perfect time to show off her t-shirt she had purchased from The Walking Dead merchandise store and her pants were regular blue jeans. Her accessories were also merch pieces dedicated to the popular tv show, but her most favorite were the hook earrings that resembled Negan’s bat she managed to find on Etsy. It only took a couple of minutes for her to be fully dressed, and now monitoring the time as she decided to put on a little makeup right before she heads out. In an effort to make it to the event on time, she quickly finished up and grabbed her things to leave, including the two Negan posters she wanted him to sign for her. 

After rushing out of the house and spending a little over a half hour in aggravating traffic, she had finally made it to the building where the meet and greet was taking place. Her heart was racing as she made her way inside, still partly in disbelief about what was going to happen in a matter of minutes. Once she got inside, she went through the motions of gaining entry and was sent to stand in line with the rest of the fans. She made it relatively early, so the line was short enough to where she could see him sitting behind a table and interacting with a fan. Her composure began to unravel as she watched him speak from afar and tuning everything else around her completely out in the process.

Oh my God he looks so much better in person. His slicked back brown hair, salt and pepper beard, and don’t get me started about that smile. Y/N fangirled away in her head as the line grew shorter, and her excitement became more prevalent. Before she knew it, she was next in line behind the person that was standing in front of her. The man she had only fantasized about in her spare time, the one she referred to as her husband on social media, the Jeffrey Dean Morgan was sitting right there. She kept her eyes on him as she patiently waited her turn, and for a second, she could’ve sworn that he had glanced over at her a few times as he was speaking to the other fan. A few minutes later, the fan’s time was up, and it was now Y/N’s turn to introduce herself for the very first time. She took a deep breath and put a smile on her face as she stepped forward, stopping in front of the table directly in front of him. Her ability to speak had been halted for unknown reasons, but still wore a big smile on her face.

“Well, hello there. What’s your name sweetheart?” His voice was deep and husky, on top of the nickname he called her, was gratifying all on its own. She realized she had been quiet for a little bit too long and snapped herself back into reality.

“I’m sorry, I’m- uh...my name is Y/N. Sorry.” 

“No need to apologize Y/N. That is such a lovely name for a beautiful young lady such as yourself.” He spoke to her softly, giving her that killer smile of his. It was almost like he knew that he had a strong effect on her and used it to his advantage. 

“Thank you. I’m such a huge fan and I love all your work.” She tried not to sound too cheerful, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. 

“Is that right?” He let his eyes wander up and down her body. “I see you got a TWD shirt, very nice. But is that what I think it is?” He brought his hands up to his ears and pinched his earlobes, indicating to Y/N that he is inquiring about her earrings. 

“Oh! They’re Lucille earrings, I found them online.” She moved her hand behind her ear to push the jewelry forward, giving Jeffrey a better look. 

“That’s fucking awesome. I can’t really see them from down here though, come closer so I can see them better.” He leaned forward onto the table, using his arms to support him as Y/N bent down to get closer to him. She was now at the same level he was as he remained in his chair, allowing him to touch the hooked earring in her left ear. He then let go of the earring and moved his face much closer to hers, putting his lips up to her ear.

“I’ve had my eye on you ever since you came in here.” Y/N audibly gasped, remaining still as he continued to whisper in her ear. “I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s ok with you.” He promptly moved back from Y/N, awaiting a response as she slowly brought herself up from the table. 

She had a hard time grasping what she had just heard. He very clearly just told her that she caught his interest, and she still felt as if all this was some kind of fever dream. She turned around to see a line of people behind her, all of them being completely clueless about what was going on at that moment. The sound of the actor clearing his throat made her turn back around, seeing him tap his wrist as an indication that they were running out of time. 

“Ok, yes. But how exactly are we supposed to do this?” She was whispering to prevent the people around them from hearing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and slid the phone over to her on the table. He wanted her phone number, so she quickly put it in his phone and saved it under her name. She slid the phone back to him and he put it back into his pocket. Seeing that it was time to say farewell, he reached out and grabbed one of Y/N’s soft hands, giving her one last look with his lustrous, hazel eyes. 

“It’s been really nice meeting you Y/N, and I hope to see you again very soon.” He brought his voice down to a whisper, “and I’ll call you as soon as I’m done here, okay?”

Y/N nodded her head in compliance, hanging on by a thread at the sight of him holding then releasing her hands from his grip. She waved goodbye to her idol as the event coordinator escorted her away. She wanted to make sure that she wasn’t certifiable, and that his entire experience wasn’t all in her head. She pinched herself, gave herself a light smack on the face, and even asked the coordinator if she was dreaming. It all appeared to be happening in real time, and she was going to have a chance to get close to someone she once referred to as her baby daddy. 

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You furtively glance back at your husband who you know has entered the room just after you. Jeff nods to you, eyes sparkling, before he walks by you and over to where they are serving drinks.  

Your stomach flutters with nerves as you survey the room. While you had agreed to this, it’s still a little unnerving to be here, naked and exposed. You can feel people’s eyes on you, strangers’ eyes, roving over you top to bottom, and you barely resist the urge to cover yourself as you move deeper into the room. There are people fucking on every available surface, and probably just as many lounging around and watching, and you clench your thighs against that first tingle of arousal as you hear a woman to your left moan brokenly as she’s bounced in someone’s lap. That could be you. Probably is going to be you in the not-too-distant future. Fuck. 

You jump when a finger softly trails down your arm, a warm body pressing in close behind you. It’s not your husband—you’d know him anywhere. This is—someone else. You will your pounding heart to calm down as you turn around to face the stranger.  

He’s tall and half of his face is obscured by a black mask just like yours. He has a nice mouth, though, plush lips, a strong jawline, stubble. Your lips pull into a small smile when you notice a cluster of freckles at the base of his throat. It’s a small detail to focus on but it makes it feel more familiar; this isn’t something you’d know about a random stranger.  

He takes your hand, thumbs at the wedding band on your ring finger. “You gonna get me in trouble?” he asks, and you shiver at the sound of his voice, low and teasing.  

You swallow dryly, then shake your head. This is as much for your husband as it is for you.  

His lips pull into a grin, and you gasp when he easily spins you back around. You can feel him against the small of your back, hard and—God, big, and he palms your tits as his mouth latches onto your neck. It’s really happening.  

You groan in anticipation when one big palm skirts down your stomach while he nudges your legs wider with his foot at the inside of yours. All your muscles tense as you wait for him to touch you, right here in front of all these strangers.  

Your head tips back onto his shoulder with a soft whine and he chuckles into your ear as his hand slides between your legs, barely grazing your clit as his fingers go straight between your folds, a fingertip resting teasingly against your entrance. You are getting more aroused by the second, your heartbeat pulsing in your clit.  

His finger briefly dips into you before sliding up to your clit, spreading your wetness and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves until you clench your thighs around his fingers.  

“Ah ah, none of that,” he chides as his foot kicks your legs wider, exposing you to the view of everyone in front of you.  

It’s exhilarating, thinking about all these strangers watching you, seeing you like this, naked and vulnerable and so, so aroused. You make a noise of protest when his hand disappears and it morphs into a groan when he sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting you. He hums into your ear, says, “Delicious,” as he grinds himself against your ass, your skin already sticky with his precome. You wonder if he’s going to take you right here, like this, if he’ll hitch up your leg and— 

He releases you with a pinch of your nipple and a slap to your ass. “Come,” he says, guiding you along with a hand on the small of your back to the open bed just a few feet away. He urges you to lie down and as you do, you see Jeff from the corner of your eyes as he settles in an open spot across, idly stroking himself as he watches you settle in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide.  

Wide palms smoothing up your thighs draw your attention back to Freckles. His eyes are sparkling mischievously behind his mask as he grips your hips and pulls you forward. The new position leaves you utterly exposed with his hands tilting your hips up and your legs falling wide, and you bite your lip when your eyes meet your husband’s, his gaze half-lidded as he groans softly. You can’t hear over the noise, but you know; you can see his lips part and his hand speed up on his cock.  

You smile, entirely unprepared for the sensation of a mouth on your pussy. Your hips jump and an arm comes down over them to hold you down as he licks you taint to clit. You can’t help a moan at the wet heat on your pussy, the teasing tongue, the toe-curling suction. Your fingers twist into Freckles’ hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away, and his lips curve into a smile against your flesh.  

Your back arches when two fingers enter you without warning, squelching through your wetness, as he attacks your clit again. You do hear Jeff’s moan this time and echo it, loud and unashamed, hips bucking as much as they can under the restriction.  

Your orgasm is building fast, curling tight in your belly, tingling up your spine. His fingers speed up, relentlessly hitting your g-spot as he continues to devour your pussy. You scream your pleasure a moment later, the intensity overwhelming, your muscles locking, pussy clenching around the fingers still slowly stroking into you.  

You whimper when he sucks at your clit again, the feeling almost too much. You ease your grip on his hair and he noses into the crease of your thigh instead, stubble bristling at the inside of your thigh, fingers still inside of you, as you try to catch your breath.  

You are still reeling from your orgasm when the fingers start to move again, slowly, before a third presses in. Just like that, you’re teetering on the edge again, that first flutter of another orgasm starting deep in your belly. You mewl in frustration when he withdraws his fingers a second before you can crash over the edge. He laughs, slaps your pussy, before three fingers drive back into you hard and fast only to leave you hanging right on the precipice again, muscles fluttering around the sudden emptiness.  

“Fuck,” you cry breathlessly, jerking for his hot breath on your sensitized flesh, the kiss he sucks to your clit.  

Freckles hauls you upright, takes your place on the bed before he pulls you into his lap. You go easily, your legs like jelly as you straddle him and rub yourself along the length of his hard dick, your core aching in anticipation. His hands go to your hips, guiding you, and his head tips back, mouth open in a pant. It’s a gorgeous sight.  

Feeling bold, you lean forward, suck and nibble on the cluster of freckles, lick up his throat and suck on his Adam’s apple. His moan vibrates under your lips as his grip tightens on your hips. You sit back, brace yourself on his chest with one hand as you shift up onto your knees, using your other hand to guide his cock to your entrance.  

Your gaze flickers to Jeff, who is watching you as you sink down, taking just the flared head. You gasp, and your husband licks his lips, strokes his cock, his eyes fixed between your legs.  

Freckles’ hands flexing on your hips have you tearing your eyes away and refocusing on the cock working its way into you. It’s thick, just the way you like it, and you are panting a little harder the lower you work yourself. There are more people watching you, men and women alike getting off to the sight of you fucking this stranger, and you close your eyes, stutter out a breath as you sink down the last inch. You moan at the fullness, your fingers curling into Freckles’ chest as he starts thrusting up into you, ratcheting your pleasure right up to the edge again. Just a little more— 

You gasp in surprise at the sudden pressure on your clit, at the presence of a third, new hand touching your body. You can’t see who it belongs to but it’s big and its touch is sending you flying almost immediately, clenching hard around the cock buried deep inside of you as you tip over the edge again, your thighs shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.  

You slump forward with a moan, only to have those big hands slide up your body and palm your tits, hauling you upright again, keeping you bouncing on Freckles’ cock. It’s almost too much, the stimulation too intense, and you throw your head back on a keen when your nipples get pinched, rolled, pulled. 

Freckles laughs breathlessly as he slows his pace, his gaze somewhere over your shoulder. He nods, and the hands leave your tits, grab your hips and lift—lift you off Freckles’ cock with a wet squelch that makes your cheeks heat, your pussy clenching on nothing. 

Freckles shifts back and onto his knees, grinning, and you don’t have the time to question what he knows that you don’t before the big guy holding you drops you onto the bed, rearranging you onto your hands and knees.  

Freckles brushes your hair out of your face, slaps his hard cock against your lips, smears precome and your own juices onto your skin. You shiver, your mind reeling with the overwhelming intensity of the situation. “C’mon,” he urges quietly, and you wet your lips before placing a kiss on the weeping tip, teasing him just a little. He growls, a deep, rumbly sound that whispers down your spine, and you open your mouth and let him push in on a shallow thrust, and your combined tastes burst on your tongue salty-bitter, making you groan.  

“Go easy,” Freckles says, and you don’t understand until—until you feel the pressure of a cock against your entrance, and it enters you easily, almost too smoothly, with the slick squelch of—lube, you think, and you pant around the cock in your mouth as you try to process the dual sensations.  

Your hands curl into the bed when you are starting to feel full. But Big Guy, he keeps pushing, going deeper, and you tense, your eyes going wide as you look up at Freckles. He cups your cheek, thumbs at your earlobe, says, “I know it’s a lot, sweetie, just a little more, promise it’s worth it,” before he languidly rolls his hips, slides his cock over your tongue and to the back of your mouth.  

You make a soft noise in your throat, your body trembling as it tries to adjust. Freckles keeps fucking into your mouth in shallow strokes, rubbing himself over your tongue, his hand resting lightly on top of your head, guiding, angling, but not forcing.  

Behind you Big Guy moans as he finally bottoms out and you gasp, the air stolen from your lungs with how deep inside of you he feels. His first thrust sends you scampering forward, onto the cock in your mouth, and you cough when it hits the back of your throat too quickly. Big Guy pulls you back, his hands holding you tight as he feeds his cock back in balls deep, making you whimper and moan.  

It takes a few moments for the intense fullness to turn into pleasure, but when it does you arch your back and press back into the feeling. Big Guy laughs and slaps your ass for it, right and left, while Freckles is relentlessly working your throat open with little thrusts that send him a fraction deeper into you on every one.  

That first full push into your throat still makes you gag, your whole body going tight and making Big Guy curse under his breath for the clench of your cunt.  

Your eyes water and your cheeks heat. You can do this, have done this for Jeff, but with the two cocks working you into a frenzy and your skin prickling under the gaze of God only knows how many strangers, you can’t focus enough to put your best efforts forward.  

Big Guy slows his movements, palms your ass, spreads your cheeks, but it’s Freckles drawing your attention with a tug on your hair as his hips rolls forward again to bury his cock into your mouth and throat. You suck in a breath through your nose before he sinks himself in all the way, and you swallow against the intrusion, drawing a groan.  

You wish you could see your husband right now, see how much he enjoys seeing you like this, get some reassurance. But you can’t move enough to see him, not like this.  

You gasp when Freckles pulls back and gives you a moment to breathe. At the same time, Big Guy settles into an easy rhythm—too easy, almost teasing, you think—and then you feel a thumb circling your ass, slick and teasing, pulsing against your hole, and for a moment you think you can’t take any more, can’t take another sensation added to the mix.  

You whine softly when the finger presses in at the same time as Big Guy pushes himself deep again.  

“Fuck, yeah,” Freckles chuckles breathlessly, “you think you can take us both, sweetie?”  

His thumb strokes the hollow of your cheek, almost gentle, and you are torn between nodding and shaking your head, your mind reeling at the sheer possibility of—  

“Yeah, I think you can,” Freckles drawls in that deep voice and you close your eyes for a second, overwhelmed with the stimulation, with the deep pressure of a cock in your pussy, the pleasurable tingle of a finger fucking your ass, the hot weight of a cock on your tongue. Overwhelmed with the thought of having one of them fuck your ass instead.  

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere on Big Guy’s next stroke in, shuddering through you in waves, your body trembling in their hold. Big Guy fucks you right through it, though the tight clutch of your muscles on his cock, his slick skin hitting yours on every thrust as he sneaks a second finger into your ass.  

You make a strangled noise, somewhere between a moan and a whimper as you keep shivering through the last tremors of your pleasure.  

“She ready?” you hear Freckles ask through the fog in your brain, and Big Guy’s fingers plunge into your ass a couple more times, scissoring on the way out.  

“Yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you sweetie?” Freckles asks as he pulls out of your mouth, his spit-shiny cock bobbing right in front of your face when you look up at him to nod.  

Big Guy hauls you upright again, those big hands cupping your tits and you gasp for how deep it sends him. You look over to your husband, his eyes on you and only you despite the redhead on her knees sucking his cock, his lip caught between his teeth, his hands flexing restlessly on the girl’s head. You know it’s all because of you, not her. 

“Hey,” Freckles says, as he grabs your chin and makes you look at him again. For a second you wonder if he’s going to kiss you, but then his gaze darts over your shoulder again and he nods as he pats your cheek.  

“Fuck,” you whine as Big Guy withdraws slowly, leaving you quivering, achingly empty, his fingers rolling your nipples as he keeps holding you upright, making you watch Freckles lie back and lube his cock, leaving no doubt about what’s going to happen.  

You swallow, tasting the remnants of Freckles in your mouth, as Big Guy mouths on your neck, his breath hot-damp on your skin.  

“Go on,” Big Guy murmurs against your ear as he lets you go, his voice smooth and silky.  

Freckles holds his hand out to you and you take it, letting him pull you towards him. His hand is sticky with lube, leaving your skin sticky as well as he manhandles you into his lap, your back to his chest.  

It brings you face to face with Big Guy for the first time; your eyes wandering up his body, from that long, thick cock up over chiseled abs and a defined chest to a strong jaw, over the plain black mask to shaggy brown hair, his skin glistening with sweat. Good God. Your eyes drop back down again, and you wonder how in the hell you even managed to fit him into your body.  

He grins at you as though he knows where your thoughts have gone.  

You are distracted again by Freckles circling your clit as he slaps his slicked-up cock against your cunt a few times. It’s Big Guy who knees closer, though, and guides Freckles’ cock to your ass.  

Freckles groans, the sound vibrating against your back as he mindlessly strokes the back of your thighs, holding you open. There’s only pressure and you try your best to relax, your lips parting in a breathless gasp when the tip pops in.  

Freckles pants into your ear, his grip on your legs tightening as he slowly circles his hips up, sliding himself deeper.  

“Oh my God,” you cry out when Big Guy drives three fingers into your cunt at the same time and presses down. Freckles’ hips stutter, his voice shaky as he curses colorfully into your ear. Your back arches when Big Guy fingerfucks you hard, making you shake and moan as he drags another orgasm out of you.  

“C’mon, stop playing,” Freckles rasps, his hands splaying over your stomach as Big Guy moves in close enough to keep your legs from closing. You stop breathing for the moment he breaches you again, for the incredible fullness of two cocks inside of you.  

You catch one last glimpse of Jeff with his head thrown back, hips lifting to fuck into the redhead’s throat as he comes, before your vision is filled with Big Guy as he buries himself deep inside your pussy again.  

“Fuck,” you whine weakly, sandwiched between these two strangers, filled so deeply it feels like you can’t breathe.  

Freckles coos breathless little nothings from beneath you as they settle into a maddening rhythm that has you scrambling for purchase, your fingernails digging into Big Guy’s shoulders as you try to hang on. 

It seems impossible to come again, but against all odds you can feel the pleasure curling tight in your belly again.  

“Fuck, I can feel you, Jay, that’s so fucking hot,” Freckles pants as his hand presses down low on your belly, before he grabs one of your hands and makes you feel it, too.  

Big Guy—Jay, you suppose—pulls back and buries himself to the hilt again. You feel it inside and out, and when Freckles presses down on your hand, the pleasure sparks up another notch. You whimper, too overwhelmed to form words, your body tensing in anticipation of the inevitable.  

You are going to come again. You can feel it building with each push and pull and Jay grabs your chin, makes you look at him as he fucks you hard and fast.  

“C’mon, one more,” he urges.  

Freckles presses down on your belly again, mouths at your neck, his breath hot as he says right against your ear, “Give us one more, sweetie. Wanna feel you come all over our cocks, c’mon.”  

It’s his fingertip on your clit that sends you into an earth-shattering fifth orgasm a moment later and they fuck you through it, rhythms finally faltering as they follow you over the edge, both of them holding deep as they come inside of you, groaning their release. 

You ride the last waves of pleasure, the tension starting to leave your body. Their hands are still stroking your body, soft and gentle now, their breaths on your overheated skin making you shiver. You feel exhausted now that the fog in your mind is clearing, the little pains and aches starting to set in.  

Jay thumbs at your jawline, shifting your focus back to him. “You good?” he asks and you nod shakily and lick your dry lips.  

“Yeah,” you say, your voice cracking on the one syllable. He smiles at you, wide, all teeth, his hand skimming down your side as he starts to pull out.  

Another shiver wrecks your body for the slow drag of his cock and you gasp when he pops free, leaving you so empty. He drags two fingers through your folds, traces your entrance and then down lower to where Freckles is still buried inside you, and you can’t help a soft mewl. You are not sure how much more you can take.  

Freckles shushes you, runs a soothing hand over your ribs. Your eyes dart to your husband who looks just as fucked out as you feel, his mouth curving into a lazy smile. You sigh in satisfaction, happy that you both got what you wanted tonight.  

Jay’s big hands settle on your hips and carefully lift you off of Freckles’ cock and you can’t help a soft whine at the loss and the emptiness, the slow trickle of cum down the inside of your thigh. He sets you down on your feet, rushing to steady you when your legs wobble.  

There are still so many eyes on you, even now, and for the first time, it feels a little intrusive. All you want now is Jeff, to be held and to kiss him and feel his warm, reassuring presence.  

Jay slowly lets you go, the redhead who sucked Jeff’s cock sliding in against your side instead, her arm going around your waist. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” she says, and you nod before you glance back at Freckles sitting up on the edge of the mattress, then up and up and up at Jay—God, he’s so tall, taller than your husband even. The words thank you hover on the tip of your tongue but you don’t need to say them for them to know.  

“Come,” the redhead says, guiding you away from the scene of the crime and back the way you came, past the locker area into what you realize are communal showers.  

At the far end, two women are lazily making out in the spray and you glance at the redhead again who is gently steering you under the warm spray of a shower.  

You let it rush over your body for a moment before you take off your mask and lazily run your hands through your tousled hair, then down your body.  

“I’m Danni,” she says as she lathers up some body wash in her hands, then gently scrubs them down your back.  

“Y/N,” you sigh.  

When you turn around, her mask is on the floor with yours and you look at her for a moment. She’s pretty. You wait for the inevitable flare of jealousy at knowing she had her mouth on your husband’s dick but it doesn’t come.  

She smiles at you as if she knows, then slides her slick hands over your hips to the outside of your thigh. “You’re gonna be sore tomorrow.” she says quietly before handing you a damp washcloth.  

You gingerly run it between your legs and down the inside of your thighs, cleaning away the evidence of your debauchery.  

“You’re with—”  

You feel stupid calling them the nicknames you gave them in your head to her face, so you just say, “—them?”  

She nods, her lips quirking into a small smile. “Yeah, we are—a thing.”  

You nod before tilting your head back into the spray, letting the warm water run over your face. When you bring your head down again, Danni is wrapped in a towel and holding one out for you.  

You take it gladly, wrap yourself up in the fluffy cotton before following her back to the locker room. You blink at the harsh lights and wander over to locker 17 and put in the combination to unlock it.  

“Hey sweetheart.”  

You smile as an arm slides around your shoulder from behind, Jeff’s warm body pressing against your back, his beard bristling at the side of your neck as he noses at your jaw.  

You melt back into his embrace, let his familiar scent and the low rumble of his voice wash over you.  

“That was fucking hot,” he rasps into your ear, and although he is already dressed again, he can’t resist a slow roll of his hips against your ass.  

You hum in response, basking in the warmth of his body and the knowledge that despite having sex with other people tonight, your marriage is absolutely fine.  

“Take your time. I’ll wait for you outside, sweetheart,” he says after a while, and he kisses the side of your neck before he lets you go.  

You miss his warmth immediately. Still, you take your time getting dressed, letting your muscles dictate how fast you move. At last, you take a big gulp of the bottle of water you brought with you and scrounge your hair up into a messy ponytail before you take your purse and leave the locker room.  

You can still hear the thump-thump of the music as you pass by the heavy wooden doors. Your cheeks heat when you think about what happened on the other side of them.  

You go outside, the night air cool on your skin. From the outside, you’d never be able to tell what is going on inside.  

You make your way to your car where Jeff is waiting for you. He holds out his hand to you and you take it, let yourself be pulled in.  

“Hey,” he says, and you smile, saying, “Hey,” back before you lean in and kiss him, long and slow.  

You only part when there’s movement behind you, and you turn, tuck yourself against Jeff’s side, your face flaming when you recognize Danni and—you can finally see their faces now and they are both so handsome. 

You watch as Freckles fist-bumps Jeff like they are old buddies. They probably are, you realize. You hadn’t even given it much thought what it exactly Jeff had meant when he said he had arranged for this evening. 

Freckles shoots you a grin as he runs his hand through his hair. “Jensen,” he says easily, “this is Jared, and you already know Danni.” Jared lifts his hand in a little awkward wave while Danni flashes you a smile.  

“Y/N,” you say, ducking your head. It’s a little hard to look at them when a highlight reel of the two of them fucking you six ways to Sunday in front of your husband is still playing in your mind in high definition.  

Jensen chuckles and drags his knuckles down your cheek, lifting your chin. “No need to be shy, sweetie,” he says and you release a nervous breath as Jeff squeezes your hip reassuringly, giving you something to focus on.  

“You know, when Jeff suggested this, I wasn’t sure how this was gonna go, but—” he trails off, glances at his partners. They both nod. “If you ever feel like doing this again in a more private setting, give us a call.”   

Fuck. You are a little mortified but at the same time just the thought makes you clench your thighs.  

He leans in and places a kiss on your cheek before he side-hugs Jeff. “Think about it,” he says with a grin and you watch him throw an arm around Danni’s shoulder before the three of them take off.  

“No pressure,” Jeff mutters as he kisses your temple, his hand squeezing your ass. You already know he will make you feel like a queen once you get home, taking care of your every need.  

You hum softly and lean up to kiss your husband before saying, “I love you.”

He thumbs at your cheekbone and steals another kiss. “I love you, too. Thank you for tonight.” 

And you know you won’t even have to think about it. You know you’re going to call them.  

For you and for Jeff.