Sunny Day Jack x May-Rose (OC)
Summary: Flattery is sometimes the thing that's unsaid.
TW/Tags: Jack and his whole vibe, erotica, dirty talk
A/N: The author was bored and woke up late.
Jack was always one for flattery, whether it be giving or receiving. But it was an art form to display affection in a way that wasn't shallow nor sugary. It had to be warm and viscous, borderline unable to get off despite how hard you scrubbed.
That being said, he was very flattered at the moment by his partner.
May-Rose Carter is currently taking his dick to the hilt and gosh, she is the loudest little thing.
For a while into the sex, Jack thought he was losing his touch. Her moans were so high and drawn out that he figured she must have been putting on a show for his ego. He would've thought so anyway, if he wasn't constantly being brought back to the feeling of her pussy tightening around him, simultaneously pushing and sucking him back in with her slick.
"O-oh," Jack found himself suppressing his own moans. Shit, she was tight. He had been grateful to be in a position where he could cement himself further in her life through sex, but now he was more thankful to feel this type of stimulationΒ and ache swelling inside of him and ready to burst.
May was touchy during sex. She tried not to be, but folded within the span of seconds, throwing her arms over his shoulders to latch her nails onto his skin and try meeting him half way with every thrust.
"Hah~ please, Jack! God-" she cried out, throwing her head back against the pillow.
"Yeah? You like that?" Jack panted, "Gimme a little more, Sunshine."
He gripped her hips at the same time she threw her leg over his waist to pull him deeper and have some kind of leverage.
"You're so close~" Jack's voice came out in a tremble, "Come for me, get closer."
The coil wound, but it wasn't quite there yet. Jack needed to come to, but he was a gentleman before he was selfish. He'd get her there first.
He slowed his thrusts, making her feel every drag of his cock to build tension and fuel her release. Then he leaned down near her ear and whispered, "Go on and come you stubborn brat."
A sharp thrust followed; a whimper; a coil snapping; release.
His sunny smile is a sharp contrast to his filthy words from earlier, with his gentle behavior an even further divergence from his rough handling of her body.
May-Rose is no different, immediately putting up a steely wall and rolls over to the side to ice him out. She's no longer the squirmy, begging mess under him.
Jack gently chides her for doomscrolling - it's no different than rotting your mind with television after all. He encourages her to put it down and bask in the ambiance for a bit before escaping to a screen.
May huffs and puts the phone down. She's about to go to sleep anyway. But then Jack leans over and takes one of her curls between his fingers, tucking it behind her ear. Their gaze catches the other, with May frowning deep before turning back over to sleep.
Jack can feel the heat off her skin, and it flatters him more than any compliment.
