you tell jack who’s been knuckles deep inside your pussy for the past hour that something feels weirder than usual, as you’re sitting in between his legs — your back pressed against his chest with your thighs parted giving him the perfect amount of access needed to pleasure you.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he murmurs against your temple with a gentle kiss as his calloused digits are rhythmically plunging in and out of your hole. curling his fingers sweet into that spongey spot inside of you, it’s almost cruel the way he knows exactly how to make you lose it. “it feels weird.” you testify, eyes fixated on the recurring disappearance of your boyfriend’s fingers inside of you.

“yeah? tell me what feels weird, hm.” he hums, feeling you shift and squirm against him as he holds one of your legs open by the backside of your knee. and you can barely utter the words from your mouth, “your fingers keep pressing against my bladder, its making me feel like i have to go— go to the bathroom.” you bite down on your bottom lip.

every time jack’s fingers plunge back inside you, it feels as if you’re peeing yourself already. as if the motion of his fingers are forcing that specific release from you. “that so?” you feel his chest rumble against you as he lets out a gruff chuckle, “that’s good then. that’s the feeling you want when it starts feeling good, sweetheart.” he reassures, as your walls pulse around his fingers.

you whine, throwing you head back against his shoulder. each drag of his digits bringing you closer, and closer towards the edge as you let out soft moans.

jack let’s out an impressed whistle once he starts to feel your hips rock into hand. “fuck— it feels good.” you moan warm against the side of his neck, “so good i might actually pee.” which earns a low, amused groan from jack.

“mhmm, you gonna make a mess on my hand?” he lifts his thumb up, before pressing mean against your swollen clit making you jolt. “w—wait!” you stammer, throwing your hands towards jack’s forearm in attempt to halt his movements as he shakes his head in disapproval. “uh-uh, can’t have you telling me to stop now.” he rasps, pressing circles around your nub as it twitches under the pad of this thumb.

“c’mon and show me how messy you can get.” his breath fans warm against your cheek, before your body’s involuntarily letting loose. your body is shaking, and your walls are caving in around jack’s digits as you’re whimpering. “thaat’s it, baby— give it to me.” he groans, targeting that sweet spot inside of you, before you’re making a wet mess all over yourself.

“mmgh, jack— jack.” you’re whimpering as slight humiliation fills your chest, though the pleasure is far too euphoric as he coaxes every last drop out of you. “atta girl.” he nudges his mouth against the side of your head to whisper in your ear. “i love nasty girls.” he groans.

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hi, honey !!! ohhh pope would love stockings. loves the way your thighs spill outta them, loves tugging them down, kissing and biting as he follows the fabric. making you keep them on, throwing your legs over his shoulders so he can take a bite out of them anytime he wants. loves the way your feet look in them, the way your legs look—so fucking soft and creamy.

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“i can’t do this anymore!” you exclaim from your spot on the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest as you watch pope walk around the room, getting ready to leave with his brothers on a job.

he rolls his eyes—it’s always the same shit with you. worried about his safety, worried if he’s going to come home, make it in time for dinner. “it’s going to be fine, this should be a pretty easy lift, just a bank.”

you sniffle, a wave of frustration and sadness flowing through your body as you stand up, “no—no i’m serious, andrew. i’m done. i’m not doing this anymore. feeling sick to my stomach every time you leave—worried that you’ll even come home. i can’t do it!”

watching you stand there, hair all messy from sleep, naked body under the blanket, he takes a deep breath—realizing he needs to calm you down before he leaves. with outstretched hands he approaches you, “baby—it’s alright. i’ll be back, please don’t cry.”

n you step back, head held confidently, “no. if you go, i won’t be here when you get back.” pope freezes for a second, in all your arguments like this, you’ve never said something like that. he keeps walking towards you—settling his hands on each side of your face, wiping your tears. slowly n softly, he nudges you, making you step back—the back of your knees hitting the bed, laying you down.

“pope—“ you warn as he unfolds the blanket from your body, ignoring you. breathing picking up, he takes in your body, how fucking perfect you are, how fucking his. with you sprawled out on the bed, he lifts up, unbuttoning his jeans—taking out his fat cock.

your body runs hot, unable to control the way your pussy responds to seeing him like this, “andrew! are you listening to me?” wordlessly he leans down, chest to chest as he kisses down your neck, rubbing his cock against your folds. you moan, arching your back—you can’t help it.

he hums, sliding into you easily, “you won’t leave—you’ll stay right here in bed n wait for me like the good little doll you are.” you whimper, feeling so full as he fucks you slowly, pumping in and out.

“can’t leave me. feel the way i fit perfectly into this pussy? she’d miss me—“ he fucks you faster, leaving you a mess under him, bed creaking with every thrust.

“say it. say you won’t leave me.” he grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks together, makes you look at him as you nod, mumbling, “w-won’t leave—“

hi honey (^v^) i DO think he’d be into breath play!! that scene of him holding jays mouth down on the bed to wake him up….that but you🙈

i think it would start out with him choking you in bed. grabbing your neck and hearing your voice strain, or feeling you grab at his forearms because he was holding too hard. but then it’d move to when you’d give him a blow job.

“you trust me, right? yeah?” he’s holding your chin as you’re gathered between his knees. “m’gonna try something. you just pinch me if it gets too much for you.” you don’t know what to think, swallowing him whole like usual, letting him fuck your throat. it’s only when he pinches your nose, that you start to get a little confused.

“i know, i know. you can do it, though. keep going till you can’t.” his eyes are hard on you, watching you gasp around his cock each time you take him in your mouth. and you’ve got it, for the most part. but when his other hand grabs the back of your head, forcing you down and fucking into your throat, that’s when things got harder.

he’s talking over your loud gagging and whimpers, “shh baby, shh. you can do it, cmon i know you can, fuck.” he doesn’t take his eyes off yours as they roll back, your hands latching onto his thighs and scratching down them ever so slightly. “fuck-god, just a little longer, okay? bein’ so fuckin’ good for me..”

thinking about how you can’t even go to the grocery store without pope following you !!! he just loves to watch you, gotta make sure his girl is safe too <3

he can’t help it when he grabs you, hand around your mouth when you’re walking back to your car, taking you into the alley to pull your skirt up—fucking you fast and hard. “fuck, hi baby.”

omg this is tasty i’m eating u….also hi

cw cnc dubious content (?) restraining n daddy kink

it’d started out small too, like he followed you to work bc you told him some guy was harassing you. made sure you got home safe, to and fro to your college classes and so on until you were certain that the guy was leaving you alone.

and he wanted to stop after that, he really did. but it just became part of his daily routine. following you a few cars behind with your location locked in his phone. to the most mundane places too. to your parents house, friends, school, the store. he couldn’t help it. he just wanted you to be safe, baby.

N it's sooo cute...he's all pink in the face, lips swollen from where you two had been sharing kisses on your couch, eyes pleading for more, his labored breath coming in hot puffs against your face as he refuses to ask when he clearly wants it... doesn't even cross his mind that he can ask, really.

"Andy~" You murmur all sweet from where you'd been sitting pretty in his lap, your arms slung around his neck like you own him. "Don't you wanna touch me, baby?"

Because, see, you're awfully touchy about big, brawny Pope. You have been since the moment you got together, driving him fucking crazy with your coy touches and caresses. One of your hands busies itself cards through his auburn curls, the other fiddling with the top button of his shirt, loving the way he's riling himself up so quick at some kisses and touches. The way his hips buck up in short, aborted thrusts and his breath stutters something awful when you plant slow, lipgloss sticky kisses up his jaw.

N poor, sweet, shy Pope who's thick cock is twitching and leaking pre under your ass, who's hands are itching to grab at you and flip you over the arm of the couch, who's so loyal to you that he'd rather bust his pants untouched than risk scaring you with an unwanted touch, grunting out in that low monotone voice of his "You never said I can.." all shakey n a bit pitched...😋

Oh and when you give the go ahead, more than eager to have his rough paws on you? Best believe he's taking handfuls, straight grabbing. Gripping both your asscheeks like they're gold, squeezing n kneading, pushing your panties to the side so he can get to the good stuff immediately. Delights in hearing your moans in his ear as he guides you to grind against his throbbing length, teeth itching bad to sink into the soft flesh of your shoulder as his body starts to buzz so he settles for sloppy, open mouthed smooches instead...fingers dug so deep in your soft thighs that you'll definitely be seeing purple finger bruises for daysss after.

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i think they both do, sets them both off, but pope more so than jack. the way i picture pope looking down as he’s got your legs wrapped around his head, seeing the print of his cock bulging in your tummy, i think he’d slow his hips—splaying his hand on your stomach, murmuring, “you feel that?”