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pussy inspection with jack abbott.

fem!afab!reader, legal age gap (reader is early/mid twenties), pussy pronouns, fingering (f receiving), clit slaps (it was literally one slap), dumbification, ruined makeup mention, praise.

"open up." he instructed, looking up into your eyes whilst positioned between your legs. you bit your lip, face flushing with embarrassment as you took both of your hands to your folds, spreading them just for him. he didn't say anything, only groaning as he thumbed gently at your clit, taking note of how you squirm at the minimal contact.

"look at 'er, baby, already so fuckin' sensitive" he grunted, free hand gripping your thigh. "such a good girl, yeah? spreadin' her real nice, lettin' me get a real good look at this pretty fuckin' pussy." he cooed while blowing cool air right onto your core, watching the way it pulsed and throbbed. you're not trying to hide any of your noises, letting free whines and pleas for him to do more than just light touches.

"yeah? do you even know what you're beggin' for, princess?" you shake your head. "'s okay, didn't think so. just can't help it, huh? only thinkin' with what's down here” he says with a light slap to your clit, making you squeak and jolt your hips up into his touch. "jack, need more, please," you whimpered out, tears running down your face. your mascara was running down your face and neither of you really cared, in fact, jack enjoyed you like this.

"fuck, i know, baby. sucha good girl usin' your words, gonna make my special girls feel real nice." you don't know what made it worse for you, the praise or the way he referred to you and your cunt. you felt your thoughts slowly drifting out of your head with every touch from him, not putting up a fight as to keep them in your head. "whatd'ya need? my fingers? mouth?" he asks, knowing you're too needy to answer properly. all you can manage is a small plead that made the man in between your thighs smile.

"awh, my girl can't talk? that's okay. jus' feel for me, alright?" that's the last thing he says before he latches onto your clit, his eyes fluttering shut as he sunk two thick, rough fingers inside of you. the sensation of both his mouth and fingers made you lose it, any self preservation you had left, if any, was all gone. you were reduced to puddy in his hands. it was too good that it would be a mistake not to grind a bit on his face, making him moan into your pussy as he worked you open. his reaction convinced you to do it over and over again until you felt your release building up. "jack, gonna cum, fuckfuck dontstopplease," your words made his free hand dig into the flesh of your thigh, enough to leave marks for days after.

he pulled away from your clit, looking you in the eyes as his fingers began to open you up faster. "yeah? go ahead, show me how good you are. go ahead and let go for me, princess." the demand sent a shiver down your spine as you jerked your hips into his touch, immediately letting go on his fingers with a loud moan.

this is unjustifiably hot. he’s literally the definition of “just one more, baby, do it for me.” 𖧁୧ drug use, forced intox, allusion to drugged sex, dub/noncon, daddy kink ( 18+ )

You’ve always been easy to manipulate, Ben swears. All it takes is a few soft-spoken words, paired with those stern eyes that make your insides flutter in obedience. You’re sweet, and unsurprisingly, even more pliable when your head is all floaty, buzzing up in the clouds with your body practically fusing into the couch below you—all your inhibitions gone, along with any sliver of fight hidden beneath that affably soft exterior of yours.

Your skull vibrates from the THC quietly surging through your veins as you sit beside him, and every breath you inhale feels like a thousand kisses against the inside walls of your lungs.

You’re high, way too high. And unfortunately for you, that’s exactly how Ben likes it. His own little lamb—so easy and docile.

The scent of burning flower hits your nostrils the second Ben holds the joint to your lips for the umpteenth time, his other hand wrapped under your jawbone, holding you still. His own eyes are red, the capillaries sinfully swollen, glossed over with a sheen that makes the green of his irises more striking than usual, and his stare far more lethal. He murmurs through the smoke he exhales, his voice low and silky, “C’mon, puppy. Just one more, hm? Daddy’ll finish it off after this, I promise.”

everything logical in her brain screams at her to stay away, but fuck, she feels so small, so alone, and she doesn't wanna go home. to her house, she doesn't wanna go to her house, with her parents that don't know what to do with her, where no one just treats her gently. robby treats her gently. in a perverse way, in a way she shouldn't want. but his door is always open.

he sighs when he sees her, tilts his head, eyes big and brown and sympathetic. faux sympathetic. it embarrasses her that she can never truly tell. oh, I knoww, cmere, come to daddy, baby, he croons, it should be revolting, how stupidly aware he is of all of it, knowing exactly what he is to her, what he does to her, what she needs. fucking pervert. fucking asshole pervert.

she sinks into his arms anyways. it's warm and all-consuming, wrapped up in him, cedar and antiseptic. she sniffles into his shirt, rubs her cheek against the worn material. it's soft, probably older than her. the thought makes her a little dizzy. he's guiding her in, shutting the door. he's pulling her into his lap, nestling them on his nice couch. the most intimacy she's had in her life has been with him. pure want, decadent and rich. he wants her. he wants her.

she wants him to love her.

shh, shh, kiddo, you're alright, he's murmuring, into her hair, kissing gently. cradling her so sweetly, easing her into a soft headspace where this is all okay, and she isn't fucked in the head for wanting it. where this is hopelessly romantic. where she's not a dirty, awful little secret, but a prized doll for him to take such good care of.

when his hand rubs gently over her stomach, slides down, she doesn't protest. when it cups her cunt through the fabric of her scrubs— she didn't bother changing before coming over, didn't have anything to change into— she doesn't protest. when he pets her, slow and coaxing, palm against her clothed clit and fingers pressed where her hole is leaking slick, she doesn't protest. she can't blame him for taking it when she doesn't even protest.

and it feels good. icky and awful and so so good. warm and pulsing and addictive. her stomach swoops when she feels his dick start to harden underneath her, jutting up against the soft of her ass. she can't tell if it's nausea or want.

when he opens her up, two fingers pumping and curling in a soft, wet hole, it's bliss. when he's fucking inside, stretching her out to accomodate his dick, it's slow, it's gentle. when they have sex, it feels like making love.

and maybe it's not— no, she knows, she knows it's not. but what the fuck does it matter? pleasure alleviates the heavy fog of anxiety, leaves her loose in his lap, a plaything, a pretty, perfect doll. she feels out-of-body, listening to herself moan and whimper, soft 'da-addy, please—'s and 'm-mmhh, feels— aah, s'good—'s. he groans into her neck, fucks up a little harsher, barely leaving her drooling cunt. best of all, and maybe the reason she keeps coming back, a constant stream of filth and praise babbles from his mouth.

posting these in the hopes that public exposure will activate the part of my brain responsible for finishing things <3 please consider yourselves my accountability committee

he can see when you’re into it— meeting his eye, smiling, responding to his words with sweet whimpers n hushed whispers as he fucks you… but then he can see when your head goes elsewhere. your eyes glaze over a bit and drift to the ceiling, you stop grinding down to meet his thrusts.

His hand comes up to cup your face in an attempt to draw you back, and you turn your face to kiss his palm, but he knows it’s just an absentminded reflex.

“Hey.” Jack urges, voice a low rasp. “Hey, doll. Look at me.” He smiles gently when you finally meet his eye with a small one of your own. “Where’d you go, pretty girl? Gotta stay with me.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, all breathy as Jack’s hips snap forward n his cock kisses your cervix. “Just thinking.”

Jack shakes his head, light and easy and hardly a reprimand. “You’ve got all the time in the world to think, sweetheart. I need you to focus right now, can you do that for me?”

You nod.

“Feel this?” He rolls his hips again, slow and deep. “Feel how full you are?”

You nod again, and this time your brows furrow n your face scrunches in pleasure as you fully find your way back to the present.

“Yeah. Attagirl. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” You breathe out. You let your back arch, rutting down against Jack to chase that build-up you need. He nods encouragingly.

“There you go. You’re doing such a good job.” Jack’s hand moves low between your bodies. He finds your clit, rolls it between the pads of his index and middle fingers.

He smirks when you moan and tremble. He knows you’re getting there, but also knows that you could just as easily lose it again. So he keeps talking.

“Such a good girl for me. Look how fuckin’ perfect you are.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then he connects his lips to yours and lets his tongue sweep inside, swallowing your next moan. He’s panting softly when he pulls away.

His fingers speed up just a bit when he can tell that you need more. He nods, urging you along when your hands come up to grip his shoulders and you look at him with desperate eyes. He keeps the encouragement flowing freely. “Good girl. Come on, you can do it. I feel you getting close, babydoll. You’re doing so well. I wanna feel you to cum on my cock.”

Your brows knit in concentration and you writhe on the bed, trying to move the right way and find the right angles to finally send yourself over the edge.

When it works you tighten up everywhere— your fingers dig into the freckled flesh of Jack’s shoulders, your body goes rigid, your mouth slackens in a long, airy moan. Jack groans lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching up around him, pulling his cock in deep.

18+ mdni EEEE YES this is exactly what i was picturing!! daddy’s hole… jesus fucking christtttt

like yeah you best believe that whenever dp is happening robby’s getting your ass….

but also!! i feel like he ends up making frank ask permission to do anal bc it always leaves you floaty n needy and wanting daddy <3 daddy’s hole FR!!!

like robby’d be unwinding after a shift and suddenly a teary little girl would be appearing at the foot of his bed, naked from the waist down, whining “daddy” then crawling right into his lap before he can even say anything…

“Sweetheart—“ he’s cut off with a grunt as you collapse against his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. you whimper softly and he can already feel the wet spot forming on his boxers from the cum that’s trickling out of your ass n down your leg. robby sighs as his hands stroke up and down the skin of your back n thigh. “Jesus, hon.” robby gently eases your knees apart to get a look at you, clit all puffy n sensitive and pussy sticky from the wetness that had gathered there only to be ignored. Robby scoffs and shakes his head.

You both hear Frank’s voice calling your name from down the hall. Then he appears in the doorframe, and when he sees where you ended up he looks somewhere between caught and exasperated. “Baby, I told you to stay put till I came back to clean you up.”

I still stand that you have made him literally the best version I have ever seen, and by all means THAT is the Soldier Boy I support, not whatever this nazi loving thing is.