jack spanking your pussy and fingering u on his lap at the same time as punishment for being a brat 😩😩
ohhh of course!! he loves crossing your wires with a lil pleasure and pain. working his fingers deeeeep in you, hooking them just so, listening to you squeal, only to spank you right on your cunt when you start to wiggle and whine. the next time, he uses his fingers to pull your lips apart so he can flick your clit, offering a mocking coo when you start to cry.
girl sorry to hear about what happened!!! i swear something is in the air lately bc things just feel down :/. although all i can offer you is some homegrown feral abbotism... i hope it can make you feel better even if its a little bit!
jack abbot's clumsy thick fingers. :// he's an old man anyway so around the house when jack drops things youll have no problem bending over and picking them up for him. that wont stop jack from landing a firm hand on your ass and squeezing your waist, :)) "thank you darling". on his android you often got texts like, "whrwe ate yuo(" and "mosa you bany" so you got him his beloved ipad, which he put some thick militiary case on and boosted text size to the largest.
:p you imagine jack at work thumbing away on the giant screen when you get, "how are you doll? should be going to bed soon its late" :) if you want to terrorize him you send back a suggestive picture of you in bed, dim lights, his shirt, just enough clevage. everybody behind jack can now witness the pic at full brightness and size. jack blushes to his ears :))), n tries to tap away but hes just hitting his big fingers around and scrolls through photos and now youre flashing the entire night shift. :oo no questions asked when he storms away to the bathroom.
jack often gets you to peel things too because your nails are longer, and his are just a blunt force but hes always smiling, "thank you baby" and you recieve a kiss. :ppp jack even lost his pill bottle under his bedside table once and had to call you from out your shower, because there was no way he was bending over knees on the floor n shoving his big hand in that tiny gap. jack thought he'd have to wait for you to finish, but you come out in a towel all wet and fish it for him. it ends in jack pounding you into the bed :ss. now youre both sweaty and sticky :(.
his clumsy thick fingers dont seem clumsy or useless at all though when jack has your legs wide on the sheets :// and he's curling meanly into that gummy spot inside you, palm slapping your clit too with soft plaps. "ooohh right there honey? is that the spot? you gonna show jackie that thats the spot?" he means you whining and arching. the precision is deadly and you swear youre a puddle. meaty fingers stretching you in an addictive burn. :P "feels good doesn't it?" somehow his old man fingers hit deeper, "so wet baby" you whine "fuuujackiee" embarrassed by your loud slick noises :(((. hes cooing when you begin to thrash away, feeling overwhelmed by the deep angle and ferocity his big ol fingers have in you :((. jack's sure to hold you down with his other hand. feet may kick but hes stronger. "nope. you cant make me neglect this pussy. babygirl's telling me all she wants". jack makes you discover you can squirt.
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😭😭😭 thank u 👼 !!!! this is exactly what i needed lol. i will survive but my girlboss ego is bruised atm.
i love old man jack and his meaty fingers. gimme!
jack abbot n his tummy :DD. smothering your face whenever you go down on him :s. his cock salty and big in your mouth as his stomach presses, blocking your nose :ss. he drags you up talking, "be careful honey don't want you going blue down there". little does he know you love that dizzy feeling when he's thrusting your throat :ss, big balls tucked under your chin n cushy abs are envolping you. you like to pull off right as jack's cums. groans stringing out his throat that simmer down to i love you's. seeing him make his own stomach sticky with his cum :ss (a little on your cheek you lick off) to then lap it up off his skin. he'll pet your hair sleepy, maybe even fall asleep. but its ok because jack lets you ride his tummy, feeling how each softened ridge drags on your clit :sss, dripping on him like you're in heat to squirt yourself all over him to bed :sss. sometimes jack wakes up after a little tired smile tugging on his face n low lids, "ooh good girl" he murmurs, quick to toy with your puffy button listening to your whines of overstimulation, "gonna clean up this mess for me baby?"
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i love that old man and his tummy fr. angel baby this is sooooo 😵💫😵💫😵💫 i need a million more words
pope, who is so infuriated by the idea that you would think negatively about yourself in any sense. he overhears yourself groaning about your ass or your tummy or your arms and immediately shuts that shit down. he’s bullying you in front of a mirror and finger fucking you until you say ten nice things about yourself.
jack abbot's old man pestering. hes traditional enough to see himself as your protector. so, yes, this means multiple texts all the time even when you know its not his break. ping ping ping "did you eat today?" "dont forget to make your bed" "im checking that screentime when i get back" "go take a walk. just for me baby" "please tell me if anyone is bothering you" "i miss you so much" "what do you want for dinner?" "what are you doing right now?" "thinking of you honey" "what should i pick up on the drive home? i say you deserve a treat" "photo attached* thought you would like"- the photo is a squirrel, outside the window with jack's shaky zoom-in, snacking on nuts. :))) this old man doesnt care nor know about the double text rule. he will readily quadruple text. "everything alright my love?" if you don't respond in a split second "are you ok? did something happen?" "i can drive home" "baby please respond". meanwhile you just dropped your phone down the side of the couch when binging tv :p. thats just jack on his android that you trained him on. when face to face its worse because his voice, tone and expression emphasise. dinner table, "you don't like it? you need to eat baby you get too thin you'll get sick" hes staring across the table intense, you explain, "pasta is filling jack" :) "i still have some meat on my plate, you can have mine" him already across the table plate hovering fork poised, "jack no no im fine" even if you laugh jack will slowly sink back down to his seat eyeing you ://. him finishing a chapter late in bed you on your phone then snatch. "jackiee!" its not the first time and it wont be the last, "quiet young lady. you need your sleep and you're glued to this thing" he sneaks it out of your reach. when jack calls you young lady hes at the peak of his pestering :D. you make sure afterwards he eats you out cause youre still a bit bitter he's effectively parental controlling you. jack will make you casually cream on his tongue over and over, and when you're short-winded above him jack's thumb still lazily rubbing your clit jack'll say to you, "heaving there darling. are you sure you're moving enough? i don't want you in bed all day waiting for me, you need a strong healthy heart for me ok?" you're whining his name. :(( out of it period. n jack takes it as a yes.
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i need him. biblically. if he’s not calling me young lady then what is the fucking point!!!!!
also he would probably help my screen time exponentially.
pickup!jack abbot who shares his hobbies with you when comfortable :pp. to most people it wouldn't be a big deal, even questions to someone when you first meet but you have to understand jack is an alone creature. during the darkest period of his life he isolated viciously from other people. he saw it as not the best thing to do but the only thing to do :///. although jack never succumbed despite temptations he turned himself around by pouring into activities. activities that turned his brain off. this included fishing hunting shooting tinkering, he was never much into golf or gardening. jack doesn't expect to let other people into his life, to exist with someone else until you came along :)).
when jack takes you on a trip in his ford you end up in a kind of forest resort. "oh this is nice" you say to him, glancing over to him sat in the driver's side. he shakes his head with a short gruff noise punched out. you're confused, "what?" jack replies, "we're not going in the resort" "oh" "i know a place off the map that's a million times better." jack barely lets you take one step out without laying his coat on you :)), regardless of the most tamest breeze tousling the day. the fabric is heavy, worn but not tattered, the tags completely washed out and it stinks of jack :p. "stick close to me doll". you want to cling onto jack's arm :) but keep it in :/ opting to just hold his hand, which smothers yours.
jack, with his backpack, leads you off the resort's clear trail to an area where the forest is far thicker, the air clearer, there's less trash on the ground, less shoe tracks in the dirt. "jack..." you take it all in :o, "its beautiful" "there's a lake near by" "are you gonna fish?" "yep" you see something swirl in jack's face and you're convinced he's going to bite his tongue, before he speaks up. "do you fish? i could teach ya" :ppp "i'd love you to! but maybe next time" you wanna watch him "hope i don't bore ya then sweets". the lake is a plane of clear blue and it stretches impressively wide. your breath is snatched away :ooo as jack takes out his fishing rod. "what are you fishing?" "plannin for bass" "is it hard?" "everything can be darling". you watch as jack sets up without a drop of effort. you're mostly watching the flexing of his arms :). jack looks up at you, "i don't want you getting bo-" you cut him off, "i won't jack. promise" "you can tell me if you do peach" jack slaps a fly off his neck, "don't expect you sit and watch 'n old man play fisherman." you smile.
as the sun moves in the sky above you two you lean back on jack's jacket, he'd placed on the ground for you grumbling about "don't need to get dirty over me". the sun lights jack just right, and if you're honest seeing him this in the zone and knowledgable is attractive :p. he's patient as he waits for the reward to come to him, and when he does get a small-sized bass on his hook and reels it out his eyes are on you, "ya know largemouth bass are most active close to sunset and like to stick kinda close to the edge from migrating alone". his words are flowing through you like water though. jack's arms are glistening with droplets sliding down, sweat softly splotching his shirt :ss. "but this one's just a baby" he continues, "gotta let it go" he frees the fish back into the water.
after, jack catches a flurry of bass but keeps two to cook. jack gets with a fire starter from the jacket you're sat on, and tells you, "there's an old lake pier a little while down. its drier - for the fire" "we're cooking it on a fire?" "is that alright?" you get up, "yeah" :p fitting into the jacket. the two of you walk calmly. the pier is a little dilapidated near its end, but jack makeshifts a fire aside it then pierces the fish with two big sticks and hovers it over the flames. turning here and there. you sit close by, enjoying the eminating warmth as the sun is almost lost on the pair of you now.
jack has paper plates from his backpack and you n jack eat the fish in the silence of two hungry people. jack pudges his fingers into yours to carefully whisk out any tiny bones. its good and you're happy from your day with jack, and happy he's allowing you in more :)). even if allowing in to him means spending a day with an old man fishing and eating cooked fish by a fire.
from the corner of your eye you see jack suck off the grease on his fingers. brown eyes made honey in the dying fire. :o you kneel over between his legs, jack's eyes moon looking down at you. you're grinning. bigger at his small, almost all breath, "baby?". you're gripping his belt and wondering whether jack's getting déjà vu. "whatcha doing down there?" almost like he can't help himself jack cards his fingers into your hair. "let me" you whisper. "you sure?" "jack" :/ "i know i know just..." jack tugs a hair from behind your ear, "i might take a while" "so?" "so - you don't deserve to wait" "i'll wait for you". pause. "ok" he finally relents when you're already halfway done unbuckling, watching jack's jeans droop :pp.
you try not to make it so obvious how you swallow seeing the thick outline in his boxers. happytrail leading down. you meet jack's eye as you pull the boxers, hands near shaking… god. :oo precum is making his fat mushroom tip shiny and the whole thing has to be the biggest you've seen :sss. you're gawking. its meaty. and at the base is the bush you expected from jack, thick curled n virtually full grey. a vein runs along that looks pencil wide, how would it feel rubbing up in your insides? :s. its hefty enough you bet if you held it up a bit longer your wrist would ache. its still limp in your hand if not for the base beginning to harden.
"not got wards do i?" jack tries a jokey tone but its strained ://. he's staring at you. you shake your head profusely, "no no jack its just - big" you don't have anything better to say. he huffs. you stroke him to see if he'll rise and jack snaps! his teeth together. "goddamn shit baby" :p you bite your lip as you watch it dribble, "you gotta be careful" jack warns, "i won't hurt you" "that's not what i'm worried about sweetie". you maintain pace with a thumb rubbing jack's tip at surprise and it has him rising. not speedily but you guess fast for him :))). "lord above you're heaven" he's sighing and you haven't even got your mouth on him yet. you decide to lap up his precum :p. jack bucks into your mouth! not meaning to! you gag and he instantly pulls out. "fuck angel i'm sorry i never meant to- wasn't- you just-" you wipe your mouth with the back on your hand, "its ok jack" he can't believe you're smiling he wants to shoot himself. "can i try again?" you spot it in his eyes: a wabble. you're quick to latch your hand onto jack's cock giving encouraging pumps :)), "can i?" you repeat. "yes".
you wrap your lips around the tip first, still feeling a movement but also how jack controls it. focusing on breathing out your nose; you're greedy to take all of him. part of you wants to impress him :s. jack easily scoops your hair into a big hand of his and holds it out your face :))). with a hand of your own you manage to tackle half of jack. and feel how strung he is :/. you lick the tip, drawing back, before speaking, "you can move if you want" jack hums, "i do doll that's why i'm scared" "don't be scared" jack rubs your scalp, "hit me if i hurt you. slap, scratch, bite my dick off. whatever you have to do" you swallow down a laugh, "i understand". you take jack back into your mouth and wait for him to move. he doesn't for a while and you almost reel to remind him, but then you feel a minor thrust :o. you moan around him to communicate your approval and it makes him thrust harder. if he meaned to or not. "perfect, just perfect you got this baby mmm" you quicken your bobs, feeling jack stretch your lips wide :ss. you hollow out your cheeks and jack is losing more control of his humps. his pubes tickle your nose jack's musk knives up your nostrils, and he's a weight on your tongue. your jaw is burning quick :s. "what a mouth you got" jack says into the air, you've swallowed all you can manage and his tip is teasing the back of your throat again and again :pp. your jaw burns harder, and eyes tear up. you pull off. crude pop! jack's chest heaves, and you pant kneeled.
"sweeth'art you..." jack dissolves into a groan when you tongue a stripe down his vein. his eyes flicker down to you, and they are just like a puppy's. "tired?" "nuh uh" you clarify, "you've done more than 'enuf for me" "consider this for me then". you're back on and acting like you want to suck. jack. to. death. hey, you might. the shaded forest is filled with the sounds of crickets gentle water and sloppy gags as you take jack's fat cock to the back of your throat until your mouth feels like its gonna fall off. jack's hips slap! your cheeks and the drag from the jean. you can tell that he's still holding back. albeit his cock is down throat until you're lightheaded.
you wanted to massage jack's balls to get him to cum (not able to ignore the heavyset that look like they're begging to blow), but an animalistic noise gurgles out jack's throat right before you feel hot cum :ooo shoot in your mouth. you swallow, you cough. its a little embarrassing because it you cough for a while :/. jack just had so much cum to give :(( but when you look up, jack slowly wipes a glob of spit from the corner of your lip. "you're heaven. better 'dan" jack's drawl is its most potent (you think you must've done something right). jack's talking while you're licking cum off your teeth.
"i didn't mean to - ya know - sweetie you're just so..." he trails, then a tut. jack's heavy hand on your shoulder, "got some on the jacket" you twist your neck. there is a white spot. you look up at him "can i keep it?" meek :ss. jack's eyebrows rise with surprise, "you wan' it?" "yeah" "its yours" :))).
you wobble up onto your feet with jack's hand on your arm to aid. he zippsss and buckles, backpack put on. you glance down to see the mean pier indents on your knees :s.
it ends with a walk in the dark to jack's pick-up. you exhale once sat and clipped in. jack's window's open, elbow out and he's smoking a cigarette, "lemme drive you home" "i like your place" "you sure?" "you ask me that a lot" he puffs, "sorry" "don't be". you place a hand on his crotch n find his gaze. doing your best eyelash bat :pp. "oh sweetie" he raps his cig on the truck's edge, "i'm knocked out" you choose to tease, "make it up to me next time?" "i plan to. but you set the bar quite high pretty" :).
jack does drive you to his place, and you can't stop yourself from how you fall in love with his little things :))... the slosh of him in the bath, the mumble of him as he complains about losing something, that cross you spot on his wall in the dark of his bedroom, the clink of jack in the kitchen when getting a drink and biting down some jerky, the sight of his body when jack strips and gets into his pjs, the backdoor's whine when jack has the night's last smoke. and the feel of jack's body next to yours in bed! the smell of his soap lingering on his skin! the heat that rushes out of him like a living radiator! the scars you spot on him that you won't ask about (yet). the rolling train snores later in the night...
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reading this as i’m waiting for my lash lift appt to start and i’m screaming!!! give me that old man!!! i want him to call me peach!!!!!!!!
i cant help but comment on how extra yum ur work has been lately!! plus if u recieve a little something from me later don't mind... its starting to feel like im harrassing you. anyway back to daydreaming about old men 👼
thank you my lil angel!! my brainworms have been real freaky lately. glad you’re all enjoying.
pls send me all the things i love them so much!!!!
jack abbot who knows it’s big. knows that you’re gonna stretch yourself out for him before he gets home after his shifts with your too small fingers and a dildo that looks like child’s play in front of jack’s cock.
he thinks it’s sweet: pretty girl tried so hard for me, huh, baby? i’m so proud of you, honey. too bad i still can’t get two fingers in you.
the worst part are the noises. your pussy is tight and loud around his fingers, like it wants to be heard. jack isn’t helping, whispering absolute filth in your ear and his other hand clutching the hair at the base of your head to make you look right at him.
look me in the eyes, baby. you can do that can’t you, pretty slut? so loud baby, your messy cunt is so loud.
he has to wring two orgasms out of you, one with his fingers and the other with his tongue, constantly flicking up at your clit. when your pussy is finally stretched and you’re downright begging for his cock: please, jackie, jus’ want your cock in my pussy baby. wanna hear me again, don’t you? please, pl-
he slowly slides into you, and lets out a groan. you whimper as he lifts your ankles to meet your ears, pushing you up into a mating press. this, now this, was his favorite. being able to look at your eyes when he knew the tip of his thick cock was bruising your cervix with his thrusts. he knows you try so hard to be perfect for him, even now, when your pussy lips are swollen are tight around his cock.
your eyes were rolling back into your head but jack couldn’t have that, no, my baby has to look at me, doesn’t she? whose pussy is this baby? tell me. i hear your pussy talking so fucking loud, making all these wet noises so look at me, slut. look at me.
a light slap to your cheek has you reeling.
he’s rabid, fucking in and out of your wet, squelching pussy fast and quick. you feel yourself getting closer and jack is chuckling in your ear.
pretty thing, you’re already close, slut? what a fucking whore, you’ve already come twice baby, what about me? you don’t care about me anymore?
your head is shaking violently, of course, you care. your oversensitive pussy was still so mortifyingly loud and you heard it all in your ears. jack’s fingers migrate to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub yet again.
no, jackie, cum with me, pl-please, want your cum too.
he slaps your clit at that, so considerate baby, thank you. such a nice slut aren’t you? he continues to pound your pussy, and you’re getting closer and closer, and oh my god, jack, i’m cumming, i’m cumming, oh fuck.
he feels it before he sees you squirt all on his cock. he doesn’t stop, he stretched his girl’s cunt so he’s gonna reap the benefits. he continues pounding your oversensitive pussy, despite your protests and your pussy still gushing around him. he’s seconds away, you can tell too despite being fucked dumb and still squirting on his fat cock, and soon he ’s filling you up to the brim.
your eyes are rolled back and your hips are still shaking with sensitivity. he looks down at your pussy, his white cum oozing out from around his softening cock in your pussy. he grabs his phone quick.
he grabs the back of your head again and forces you to look at the camera with your legs still positioned near your head. a slight press to your belly has more of his cum oozing of your swollen, red pussy and you see the flash go off.
when you go to grab his wallet for your next shopping spree, you see the picture of yourself, tucked into it, not very discreetly at all. cum oozing out of your full pussy, a fucked out face, and hickeys all on your body.
jack isn’t ashamed when you confront him, face heating up, oh, you found my pretty slut, he smirks.
Oh gosh, im kicking my feet with the idea of Andrew not initiating any sort of physical touch with reader (cuz he thinks he doesn't deserve any affection) unless reader asks him (then he goes all in with it), AND the asks started in full sentences progressing to just the word itself, so when he heard the word (not having any context) he just goes in no questions nor thoughts behind it. Gosh im giggling.
'Do you want some kisses?', 'want kisses?', 'kiss?'
andrew cody had never been good at asking for affection. he could take care of people, protect, show up when it mattered. but when it came to simply asking to be held? that was different. somewhere along the way, heh ad decided that affection was something he could accept only when it was offered to him, not something that he was entitled to ask for. so he was never one to initiate it. if you reached for his hand, his fingers would immediately close around yours. if you hugged onto him, he would hold you so tightly and not let go until you did. if you curled up beside him on the couch, he would shift closer without a word. but he would never reach first.
the first time you noticed it, the two of you were sat together on the couch. he was staring at the television, one of his documentaries playing, but you were convinced he wasn't actually watching it. you studied the side of his face for a moment as you leaned against him, eyes trained on the way he was so still. "andy?" you spoke quietly, his head immediately turning to wards you. he raised an eyebrow slightly, eyes scanning your face to try to figure out what you needed. "do you want some kisses?" you spoke quietly, a small smile on your lips. he blinked slowly, eyebrows furrowing for only a second. you could tell you had caught him off guard.
his head nodding slowly. "yeah," he spoke quietly, but he didn't move, remained sitting straight up and still. you could only let out a small laugh, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek. you could feel the tension melt off of him, hand hesitating before it was moving to rest on your waist and pull you closer. you moved to press your lips to his other cheek, his eyes staying on you as you moved to kiss around his face. he leaned forward to gently rest his forehead against yours when you had stopped, his eyes shutting. he looked peaceful.
after that, you started making the question shorter. you had walked passed the kitchen, stopping and turning around when you spotted him standing out the counter staring out the window. he looked like a statue, completely frozen in place as he stared out. "want kisses?" you spoke softly from behind him, pope slowly turning around to face you. you could see the tension in his body, shoulders tight and a small frown on his face. he nodded, opening his arms up a little before you were giggling and walking into them. "that's all it takes?" you chuckled as you looked up at him, his shoulders shrugging a little. "you asked," he mumbled, tucking his face into your shoulder with a happy sigh.
eventually, it got down to one word. just kiss. the both of you were laid on the couch one night, some movie playing that you weren't paying attention to. it was a sad one, but the look on his face never faltered from the usual stone cold look he wore. "kiss?" you spoke, looking down at him. your feet were laid in his lap, his hands resting gently around your legs. he was moving immediately. his hands were quick to release you, opening his arms up for you to crawl into. you couldn't help but laugh as you crawled into his lap for him to hold you, a small frown on his lips. "you didn't even ask what i meant," you giggled, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. "you said kiss. you wanted a kiss," he spoke, looking at you like the answer was obvious and you were the crazy one.
a small sigh left your lips as your thumbs rubbed his cheeks, staring into his eyes. "you know.. you could ask me sometimes," you suggested quietly, a small smile at the corner of your lips. his expression changed just slightly. that familiar guardedness he wore came back ever so slightly. "i know," he spoke lowly, your hands moving to rest on his chest. "you don't have to wait for me," you reminded him, rubbing gently at his chest to try and ease his tension. he looked away for just a moment, his head nodding a little. you leaned forward to gently press a kiss to his cheek, then his forehead, then the very corner of his mouth. you could tell he was expecting you to plant one right to his lips, his mouth almost chasing yours as you pulled back. "you can ask," you whispered, a small smile on your lips as you stared at him. he was quiet for almost a minute as the two of you sat staring at each other, your hands still rubbing his chest. "kiss?" he whispered, so quietly that you could barely hear it. your heart melted at the word, your head nodding quickly as you smiled wider. he was the first to lean in, his lips pressing to yours softly. this time, it wasn't because you had asked him first.
it was because he had decided he was allowed to ask you back.
