Jack with a breeding kink, not to have kids but just the insatiable need to fill you slowly, going round after round inside of you. Enjoying being able to see it come out of you, to feel the bump on your tummy as he prods and massages it all night. So proud of it, and he’ll help you clean it out in the shower when you get up, only to fill you back up again because he always wants a bit of himself in you…
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I want a scene of him getting jealous that you’re eating breakfast with Shaun instead of him and he crawls under the table and tries eating you out as you’re still in a conversation with him. Shaun notices you shaking and asks jokingly if you’re still bad with caffeine and you try laughing and using that as an excuse as you feel Jack peel your last layer and take you in his mouth. You cant help banging your head against the table, making Shaun jump.
He asks if you’re ok, getting up, and you decide to ask him to try to get you some pills. You give him the wrong directions to where they are. This gives you time to look under the table and scold Jack. He cheekily acts innocent, telling you how you’ve looked so tense since Shaun came inside. He kisses your thigh and swears he can finish you quick before Shaun comes back… and… he doesn’t. The bastard took his time enjoying every lick that has you trembling and keeping your head low as you accept the pills Shaun gives you. You ask for water next. As his back is turned you have to bite your arm, finally climaxing. Even muffled your squeaks can be heard and Shaun is at your side now trying to see if you have a fever. You thank him… confess you ARE feeling kinda woozy… and you kick Jack’s ass as he crawls out of the table.
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Imagine Jack’s been feeling neglected by you, especially sexually, and he gets so frustrated and desperate…. So to get your attention, out in the open as you’re standing… you catch him jacking off. Maybe at your work, or at home with Shaun in the room, or in some public transport. He’s looking straight at you, glaring almost, but still, a neediness to him, and if you try looking away, he gets so frustrated, he’ll get LOUD, moaning your name, begging you to look at him, to pay ATTENTION to how much he misses you, needs you, fuck. A growl escaping from him as he gets closer and you can feel his breath on your shoulder faintly, still touching himself as you shut your eyes tight and try drowning him out but you can’t deny him getting tangible again means you do still want him. And him finally being able to rest his head on your shoulder again… makes him so happy.
'You DO still care..!’
He moans and humps against you now, trying so hard to be gentle as he guides your hand to his dick and whines. 'Please? just like old times? please help me again?’ And you’re weak. Jack the man off. Make him hold your hips like they’re the only thing keeping him grounded and you keep trying to not budge, to not make any noise as he pushes down on you and thrusts erratically into your hand, moaning and slobbering without a care in your shoulder.
You’re so embarrassed by your hand motions and wonder what others will think if they saw you, but you can’t stop. Not until he’s digging his fingers tightly into your skin, hard enough to bruise, and cums in your shirt and hand. Spent, he’ll be sooo grateful and full of love again, kissing your face all over, nuzzling you, praising you to the moon and back, he loves you, he loves you sooo much, he’s never letting you let him go, he wants you to touch him forever. He doesn’t shut up his embarrassing mewling until you give him a quick kiss and leave the room to clean yourself quickly.