#𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 ; audri

[teamjo]

New Text From: Audrey🫐🍰

you saying this when there was a time that you had your fight tears from cumming too hard and had to call out of work on multiple days from getting milked more than you expected is kind of crazy

or do you not remember the “fffuck dri, y’ gonna milk me dry” & the “‘s the best pussy, i promise baby, i promise” 🤨 don’t act like you never got affected too

oh sorry, let me rephrase: hi daddy, ‘s been sooooo long since i last saw your cock :( been thinking about it recently n how it used to feel in me…i miss it. miss the weight, miss you on top of me, miss making you all happy when i’d cream over you the way you like :( could you show me it again? please? i just need to see it…just this once.

that better? stroked your ego enough big boy? 🙄 call me when you’re ready

— @sincerelyaudri

This girl— this girl was a fucking brat. He swore she was going to give him early grays but despite that, he’d be lying if he were to say his cock didn’t twitch reading her text. Jo couldn’t help but to chuckle— she definitely knew what to say to get a reaction out of him, good and bad.

Jo initiates the FaceTime call— his hoodie pulled up over his head and the living room area behind him is cozy with soft warm lighting. As it rings he holds his phone at a lower angle, relaxed in his posture on the couch— man spreading if you will. His eyes are inviting and there’s a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

She picks up.

“You have one slick ass mouth, you know that?” He says.

[teamjo]

You talk so much shit.

"sToP tAlKiNg i'M gEtTiNg hArD" shut up and get harder.

[teamjo]

@sincerelyaudri.

The yacht party thrummed with a muted energy— its core of laughter and clinking glasses echo across the tranquil waters of the pacific. Away from the main deck there’s a quieter section illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns: where Jo and Audrey stood. They seem to be bickering back and forth for a bit until Audrey seems to stop after something he says. There’s a furrow in Togame’s brow as he looks down at her, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild annoyance.

He sighs before he reaches into his pocket— his eyes focused and intent as they never leave Audrey's face. Her mocha skin glowed under the soft illumination, her features reflecting curiosity and well hidden tenderness.

Jo thinks she’s beautiful.

He pulls out a golden sea shell necklace; its polished surface catching the light and casting a delicate shimmer and iridescent pink shift on the pearls. He held it up, allowing her to see the intricate details of the piece to be admired, the gold gleaming with an almost.. divine radiance of sorts. Audrey's eyes widened slightly, her breath seemingly caught in her chest as her gaze fixed on the necklace.

Jo's signals for her to turn around so he could put it on her, the gentle rocking of the yacht makes it feel more.. hm. Romantic. The rest of the party fades into a distant murmur as Audrey's fingers brushed against the necklace as she accepted it, her touch light as she turns back around to look at him.

[teamjo]

…knock knock? jo? ..jo, are you home? open the door, i just want to make sure you’re not like…dead or anything after last night.

— @sincerelyaudri

“I’m not dead, Dri. I just got back home from the gym but I saw your text from last night— I got home alright but I.. don’t remember shit.” Jo leaned against his opened front door with one hand casually resting on the doorframe— his posture relaxed. He was shirtless but there was a towel draped around his neck.

His eyes held a mischievous glint as he looked down at her, his lips curved into a slight smirk. It was the kind grin that suggested he was teasing her but it was in such a subtle way that it could almost be missed. “Aw. You worried about me, pumpkin?”

[teamjo]

Audrey lived nearly 40 minutes away and Jo made it there in about 20. And that was including his pit stop for— he’ll call it her “care package”. Whether she liked to admit it or not, she was a needy little thing who always wanted to feel like a princess— always pampered and taken care of especially coming down from a high paired with a headspace he’s put her in. Jo chuckled, rolling his eyes at her texts.

She was so fussy. What a crybaby.

Jo steps out of his car, the humidity of the night’s air clinging to him as he moved. In one hand he held a plastic bag filled with goodies— the semi translucent material revealing the shapes of snacks and treats inside. In his other he cradles a brown paper bag with fast food, the hot aroma of burgers and fries escaping from the top.

He wore gray sweatpants that hung comfortably on his hips, a black sleeveless compression shirt— a black baseball cap turned backwards and a face mask.

Jo looked around— where was she?

— @sincerelyaudri

[teamjo]

Coming up in a second.

👤 tagged: @sincerelyaudri

[teamjo]

New Text Message From: Audrey

i wanna see your cock.

— @sincerelyaudri

To: Little Miss Sunshine ⛈️

Not even a “Hi, daddy! I miss you so much! Nya~! 🥺”

Facetime me and I’ll show you.

[teamjo]

📞 (1) Missed Call From: Audrey

“I really wish I could hate you.” Audrey sniffs on the other end of the line. The noise from the bar is just barely beneath her voice — it sounds as if she’s in the bathroom, or maybe just outside. “I really, really wish I could, Jo.”

On the other end of the line Audrey can recognize that she’s drunk. She can also recognize that she’s irrational, impulsive, in zero state to have unrestricted access to her phone but she’s had a long day and there isn’t anyone around to talk her out of this. She combs a hand through her braids, watery eyes looking up towards the blurry night’s sky.

“I went out tonight. Yes, alone. It’s been a long day. And you know what? I thought I was having fun. I really did, up until like the fourth martini hit a-and this guy came over. ‘N he was trying t’ flirt I think, I don’t know, fuck if I even care. But I shut him down. I-I shut him down, and he asked me why, and my dumbass said because I’m taken— and I was thinking of you! How fffucking stupid is that? You! Of all people!” There’s a sob in her voice that she tries to laugh away. “I wish you would leave me alone or something. It would make moving on easier, you know! So, so much easier. I shouldn’t be stuck on you. I should not be stuck on you. We dated for two months. Two— two short months.”

It’s apparent that she’s drunk. If not by the unbridled emotion or the slur between her words, it’s by the way she cries. Stubborn as she is she tries to hold it back, but Audrey’s only so strong when she’s inebriated. Frustration tears down her now wooden walls and she’s left bare, pulled apart and broken at her core.

“We put each other through hell and we only dated for two months.”

There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. It’s filled with a sniffle, a hiccup, a distant sound that’s reminiscent of a sob.

Seconds go by before she speaks again. “Give me a reason to move on, Jo. Please. Please. I need to.” She swallows.

“I need you to let me go. Please. Otherwise ‘m not gonna let you go.”

— @sincerelyaudri

Jo’s eyes are half closed— red and glazed over, clearly indicating he’s high. A faint smile plays on his lips when he sees a call from her, but it’s overshadowed by the furrowed brow and the lines of worry etched on his face once he remembers that she went out tonight. Alone. She wasn’t in trouble was she? She rarely left voicemails.

He holds a phone to his ear and the voicemail plays.

Jo feels a.. deep sense of guilt and— and shame as he listens to her— the hurt in her voice piercing through his high right to his chest, tightening with every word. He feels as though a heavy weight is pressing down on him, eyes stinging with tears as he pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing at his eyes as he tries to stave off the overwhelming emotions. His hand trembles slightly and his breathing is uneven, his high only adding to the disorientation— the fog in his brain making it harder to grasp at any semblance of stability or comfort. He feels raw— exposed. Each word strikes like a dagger, reopening wounds he thought had healed.

Is he a failure? Is he really what he grew up hating to see with his own mother with? What he fought so hard to protect her and others from? What he vowed he wouldn’t be..? Why was he like this..?

Audrey was suffering.

Because of him.

He hated himself because of it.

Pain, an inconsolable pain is what he felt.

Jo’s gaze drifts slowly from the phone to the glass bar a few steps over, where a bottles of high end alcohol stand prominently. He shouldn’t. But his hands tremble slightly, as if drawn to the bottles by an invisible force. The room is silent except for the faint echo of her voice from the voicemail which seems to hang in the air like a ghostly reminder— he was sorry.

He was really sorry.

Jo stares at a bottle of whiskey, the sight of it seeming to offer a false sense of comfort, a fleeting escape from the crushing weight of his emotions. His expression is clear desperation, his thoughts tumultuous and unclear. Slowly and almost reluctantly, he stands and walks over to the bar, reaching out as his fingers brushing against the cool surface of the bottle.

Let her go.

Let her go.

Let her go.

[teamjo]

jo, baby? you mind answering h for me? don't...don't look too deeply into it...'m just curious i swear..

-- @sincerelyaudri

Audie, hey sweetface. Let’s see..

H. Are you into roleplay? if so, what is your favorite scenario to act out?

I am low key but— I don’t wanna freak no one out with the idea.. I have this mask I got last year for Halloween and I’ve been thinkin’ about a scenario where I break into her house, stalk her a little then and chase her around the apartment.

Game here.

[teamjo]

New Text From: Audrey

when have i ever called you daddy?

in RECENT times. IN RECENT TIMES!!!

anyway. no. or at least ask me nicely first :( you can still do that can’t you?

— @sincerelyaudri

To: Little Miss Sunshine ⛈️

Thanks for the specification because.. “Mm! Daddy your cock is too big! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhh!” is definitely something you’ve said before 😁

Weren’t you the one who raw dogged a “Show me your cock” text? You didn’t even butter me up, call me handsome, the best guy ever— you know I can go on.

But since you want: Audri, will you please facetime me? Pretty please.

[teamjo]

Airing out my business I see.

i feel like togame’s dick is so long it unravels like a scroll when he pulls it out

[teamjo]

Where the hell are you.

cnnar find my car n kaji nit answering

[teamjo]

And you’d love to see me all sweaty, wouldn’t you?

Post workout. 🪫

[teamjo]

Hm?

Just had to break a guy’s nose because he wouldn’t stop talking to his girlfriend like she was his servant or something. Shit gets on my nerves.

[teamjo]

Togame gently taps under her chin with his knuckle, lifting her gaze to meet his.

“Don’t cry out here,” he says softly, his voice carrying a quiet strength that always seemed to steady her wavering emotions despite how much she hated the effect. Jo’s thoughts drift back to the times they used to share— moments that flared brightly but were as short lived as a flame.

Memories of laughter and whispered secrets flickered through his mind.. He remembered the way her eyes would light up with mischief when she was up to no good, the warmth of her hand in his, the sense of a bond that had once felt so.. unbreakable.

What happened? He knows why.

Jo reached out, his large hand caressing her face as he watched as she closed her eyes for a moment then leaning into his palm, her breath soft against his skin.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him through her lashes— vulnerability and lingering affection in her gaze. “You’re beautiful, like always..”

@sincerelyaudri.

The yacht party thrummed with a muted energy— its core of laughter and clinking glasses echo across the tranquil waters of the pacific. Away from the main deck there’s a quieter section illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns: where Jo and Audrey stood. They seem to be bickering back and forth for a bit until Audrey seems to stop after something he says. There’s a furrow in Togame’s brow as he looks down at her, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild annoyance.

He sighs before he reaches into his pocket— his eyes focused and intent as they never leave Audrey's face. Her mocha skin glowed under the soft illumination, her features reflecting curiosity and well hidden tenderness.

Jo thinks she’s beautiful.

He pulls out a golden sea shell necklace; its polished surface catching the light and casting a delicate shimmer and iridescent pink shift on the pearls. He held it up, allowing her to see the intricate details of the piece to be admired, the gold gleaming with an almost.. divine radiance of sorts. Audrey's eyes widened slightly, her breath seemingly caught in her chest as her gaze fixed on the necklace.

Jo's signals for her to turn around so he could put it on her, the gentle rocking of the yacht makes it feel more.. hm. Romantic. The rest of the party fades into a distant murmur as Audrey's fingers brushed against the necklace as she accepted it, her touch light as she turns back around to look at him.

[teamjo]

I took a shower after, use that pretty little head of yours for once :P

Post workout. 🪫