Patreon Compilation – Fic#210 – Reaper/Soldier76 – housewife!Jack; roleplaying – Honey, I'm Home! (Patreon)

Reaper/Soldier76 – When Jack has some more time off he likes to pretend he's a cute little housewife... and Gabriel likes that as well. A lot. They're a match made in heaven.

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Gabriel heavily leans against the kitchen doorframe, staring at the sight of Jack’s naked back, criss-crossed by the straps of the apron he is wearing.

“You spent your day off cooking?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Smells amazing.”

“It’s not done yet by a long shot…”

“Looks amazing, too.”

He cracks his neck but for some reason that does nothing to distract him from Jack’s naked ass. How weird. So he gives in to temptation and comes closer, his body feeling much lighter the closer he gets to him.

“So while I’m out there doing drills, you’re playing perfect little housewife in here?” he croons, plastering himself against Jack’s back, hands grasping his hips so he can press his thumbs in just above his ass. Predictably, it causes Jack to grunt and arch his back a little.

He briefly stops stirring the pot of stew he’s working on and turns his head, peering at Gabriel behind him. He’s not complaining. He’s not saying anything. His bright blue eyes look a lot brighter right now. He knows what he’s doing to Gabriel when he does things like this: dressing like a slutty little housewife and doing such mundane chores.

He knows just how quick it gets Gabriel going seeing him puttering about like they’ve been married for twenty years and he’s popped out a bunch of kids for him already…

Gabriel growls and digs his thumbs in just a little harder for a moment to make it hurt a little before he smoothly sinks down on his knees. He can’t help that he’s a slave to Jack’s whims. He can’t help that he loves playing this sordid little game with him.

“Go on, spread your legs, babygirl,” he mutters, palming Jack’s meager little ass cheeks and spreading them apart.

“But I’m cooking,” Jack whines. It sounds perverse when he pitches his rough voice like that. It also makes him sound a bit like a bimbo which gets Gabriel going even faster.

“So? I didn’t say that you had to stop.” He digs his fingers into what little meat Jack has on his ass until he sighs like it’s a chore and shuffles his feet a little farther apart, giving Gabriel more room to stuff his face into his ass crack and greet his naked, tender hole tongue first.

He can feel the way it immediately twitches, sensitive and eager for him to drag his tongue against his pussy until it becomes softer and ready to spread open.

Above him, Jack tries to keep his voice pitched high as he moans, though he sometimes slips up. It’s weirdly arousing having the Golden Boy of Overwatch pretending to be a slutty housewife for him. Seeing him in frilly pink aprons or wearing lingerie while his steel hard muscles are bulging and his cock tries to slip out from one of the leg holes gives Gabriel life.

It’s not like he ever asked him to do any of this… but it’s also not like he isn’t appreciating the fact that Jack actually is a complete freak in the sheets as opposed to what Gabriel had always thought him to be: a prude country boy that first needs to get over the fact that he might be raging gay.

This is fine. Good, even. Wonderful. It means that they don#t have to have awkward conversations about spicing it up in the bedroom. Gabriel doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of playing the macho husband forcing his little wife to put out… or of hearing Jack whine and complain in that high-pitched voice he puts on in the beginning but tends to forget about using pretty quickly because the dick is just too good to think.

He stands up when he feels like he’s gotten Jack as wet as he’ll ever be, fumbling with his pants to get them open and his pulsing cock out from the way too tight confines. As he works on that, he eyes Jack; how he stands there clutching the edge of the counter hard enough to make him worry about him completely ruining the whole thing.

It might be difficult to try and explain to the brass why Jack’s fingerprints are imbedded in the warped metal.

“Go on,” Gabriel whispers as he shuffles closer again, slapping his cock against Jack’s ass crack. “Keep working… I don’t want to eat burned shit.”

“But-”

“You want that dick?” He moves his dick further down, the fat tip nosing up against Jack’s wet, soft rim. “Then do your job, will you? I’m sure a bright little thing like you can multi-task…”

Jack’s shoulders quickly take on a pink hue, his freckles standing out a lot more than usual. For some reason the sight makes Gabriel want to bite them.

His fingers tremble the slightest bit as he awkwardly unfurls them from their death grip of the counter and curls them instead around the handle of the long spoon he uses to stir the stew.

Gabriel hides his grin behind Jack’s shoulder even though there’s nobody here to see it anyway. It just feels like he shouldn’t make it too obvious how much he enjoys bossing Jack around and having him play slutty little maid in their shared living space while Gabriel is out and doing work.

Maybe it’s a fantasy he’s been harboring for a long time without acknowledging it. His mother certainly would have clipped him up the back of the head. Not that he wants to think of her when he’s starting to slowly squeeze the swollen tip of his cock into the hole he’s been rimming nice and wet moments earlier.

Jack breathes harder, angling his ass back into the cock spreading him open. He takes it like a damn champ and only ever wants more.

He tries his hardest to ignore Gabriel, staring into the large pot while he’s mechanically stirring and Gabriel is all too eager to take him up on the little game. Let’s see what it takes to make Jack give it up and just mindlessly beg to be dicked down…

Gabriel presses his forehead against his shoulder and closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Jack’s hole around his dick as he slowly but surely crams more of himself into him. It’s awkward fucking standing up but not enough of an obstacle to make him want to stop their game to do it in bed. They can fuck there any damn day, after all.

He lets his hands wander, slipping them under Jack’s apron and up so he can grab his meaty tits and squeeze them. What he lacks in ass he makes up for in pecs. They’re nice and plump with sensitive, small nipples that he can pinch between his fingers until Jack’s insides feel like a vice on his cock and he’s starting to whine like a puppy.

Oh yeah… this slutty little wife likes to get her tits played with.

“Shit… I’m in all the way,” he mutters once he realize his hips are pressed snug against Jack’s ass, cock twitching inside the tight, warm grip of his body. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the sensation. Nobody has ever taken him the way Jack has; he just lets himself get used as a cum dump and constantly asks for more.

Even if Gabriel were to roll over him in the middle of the night, he’ll just sleepily spread is legs and waits to be used like the whore he secretly is.

Oh, if the brass only knew about this… they would hate knowing just how much Jack loves getting his cunt wrenched open on Gabriel’s dick and fucked until the previous load he deposited inside him drips out frothing.

Jack, weirdly professional even now, still remains nice and quiet as if ignoring Gabriel while he is cooking. He turns off the heat but still stirs, his breathing deep and labored since Gabriel is also still plucking at his nipples and trying to pull a rise from him.

And he certainly will. Slowly but surely Gabriel begins to properly fuck Jack. The movements of his hips are irregular at first but he soon enough gets into a nice rhythm, thumbs dragging over the impossibly hard tips of Jack’s tits as he fucks him nice and slow.

It doesn’t always have to be a mad rush to an orgasm, after all… especially after a long, hard day of drilling the recruits. Sometimes going nice and slow is the better option. Especially when it makes Jack go insane.

He has to stop stirring and clutches the edge of the counter again, back curling and ass still awkwardly sticking out. He tries to simultaneously get away from the intense feeling of his nipples being played with but also wants to allow Gabriel to fuck him deeper. Slide in until he can taste him in the back of his throat, probably. He always likes those positions the most; the ones where Gabriel can fuck him so damn deep he can’t help but mutter about knocking him up and getting his spunk where Jack’s body just has to take.

As he does now, plucking Jack’s nipples, breath fanning hot and moist against the back of his freckled shoulder as he pumps into him harder and promises in a low, growling voice: “I’ll pump you full until you get nice and round with it, Jackie… gonna make sure that you actually turn into a cute little housewife, waddling around with your big pregnant belly, servicing me whenever I want you to-”

It doesn’t take more than that to get Jack to come, pumping his load all over the front of the oven.

It will be hot to watch him clean it up later when Gabriel is done with him.