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He should leave
He should get the fuck out of your room so that he can actually think straight and figure out what to do
But he just canāt
You look so peaceful in his embrace, so sweet and innocent
He canāt bring himself to just abandon you
His thoughts are racing a mile a minute as he tries to figure things out
Heās not the most knowledgeable about demon marks and what they mean, but he knows enough to understand that theyāre serious
His first order of business, he realizes, should be research
If thereās any way to undo them, or at least minimize the effects, he should give it a shot
And the sooner he does it, the higher chance he has to fix this
Which brings him all the way back to square one; he should leave
He looks down at you
Your eyes are closed, brows relaxed, lips parted just the slightest bit as you breathe in slow, long breaths
He can practically feel the blood running through your veins, hear the way it pumps to your organs by the steady rhythm of your heart
Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump
He swallows thickly, his mouth watering at the temptation of your flesh
Heās fucking salivating
He has to leaveānow
But right as he shifts beneath you, you murmur something in your sleep and he freezes in place
He woke you up
He woke you up and now youāre going to see the mark and youāre going to loathe him for doing this to you
He flinches, bracing himself for the worst possible outcome
But all you do is nuzzle deeper into him, still half-asleep, and relief like no other washes over him
He canāt leave, he realizes
He should be there when you discover the mark
Even if it scares himāeven if it absolutely terrifies himāhe shouldnāt avoid this
Heās the one who created this mess; he has to be the one who deals with it too
He buries his face into your hair and breathes in deeply
Your scent is as soothing as always
Heāll figure it out, everythingās going to be ok
As long as he has you, everythingās going to be alright
It takes a short while, but eventually, you slowly start stirring awake
You mumble his name, pressing your face into the crook of his neck to avoid the glare of the sunlight, and he hums in response
Donāt think about the mark, donāt panic, donāt make it obvious somethingās wrong
Part of him wants to outright blurt it out, but another part of him, a more dominant part of him, wants to savour every second he can before admitting to it
And itās wrong
And he knows itās wrong to withhold this kind of information from you, but fuck, how can he resist the temptation of your ignorance for just a moment longer?
You stretch your stiff limbs out, eyelashes tickling his jawline as you blink away the sleep clouding your mind
You hum peacefully, as if waking up next to him is nothing short of blissful, and that knot of guilt tightens in his stomach
Reaching up from under the comforter, your fingertips trace over Jackās chest, moving all the way up his collarbone to his neck, and finally, over his Adamās apple
He has to resist the urge to swallow down his heartache out of fear you might somehow feel it
But even then, even despite everything, your touch is so gentle, so soft
He canāt remember the last time anyone treated him with so much warmth, so much kindness
His eyelids instinctively flutter close over the messy black tar dripping from his sockets
And as he does, itās like he can almost trick himself into believing things are different
He can almost pretend youāre both human, and youāre waking up in your shared bedroom in the apartment you both picked out together
He can act like itās a quiet Saturday morning, and itās a sunny day outside, and the birds are chirping and neither of you have anything planned
Youāre both free to relax, to spend as much time in bed as the both of you want, and any minute now, heās going to get up to make you breakfast while you prepare the coffee
āCome shower with meā
Heās brought back to reality by the sound of your voice, still gravelly and laced with sleep
When he reopens his eyes, he finds you smiling, still evidently sleepy, and the sight makes his heart flutter in his chest
āMmh,ā he makes a noise of agreement in his throat, and your smile grows
Howāre you so effortlessly gorgeous?
You sit up, lazily stretching your arms over your head, and the motion causes the sheets to fall from your form, exposing the entirety of your naked back to him
Heās at a loss for words
The way your skin stretches over your curves, the way the morning light dances over your bodyāyou look ethereal
He wants to reach out, wants to touch every inch of your skināhe wants to worship you
But then you roll your neck out to ease the stiffness in your muscles, and in doing so, it reveals that deep blemish on your skin once more
Itās all it takes for his perfect moments to fall apart, crumbling like ashes in the breeze
Fuck
What the fuck kind of mess did he get the both of you into?
Completely oblivious to his dilemma, to the pained mix of emotions blooming in his chest, you turn to him with that gentle smile on your face
āYou coming?ā
He canāt keep his hands off you in the shower
Itās hot and steamy, and the space is just small enough to give him an excuse to press up so wonderfully close to you
Warm water glides off your body, outlining every dip and curve of your form, and he finds himself tracing over it, almost absent-minded, like heās under a spell
Youāve bewitched him
You stand on the tip of your toes, and he almost thinks youāre about to kiss him, but all you do is reach behind him for the soap, and he has to hide his disappointment
āLet me help you,ā you murmur
He nods, and then youāre lathering up his skin and touching him all over
You start at his chest, fingers dancing over both his pecs and in the valley of his hard muscles
You follow an invisible path over both his shoulders, feeling the broad expanse of them at the same time, and then move all the way down to his biceps
He wonders whatās going through your mind
All he can think about is, again, how no one else has ever been so loving with his bodyāespecially not after his transformation
He wonders if, despite your kindness, some part of you wishes his skin was a normal human colour, or a normal human firmness
He wonders if you wouldāve maybe agreed to officially date him if he wasnāt what he is
You move down to his forearms, then trace all the way back up his shoulders and down his chest until the whole top portion of his bodyās clean
You seem to inhale sharply as you continue down to his torso
Down his stomach, your fingertips smooth over the ridges of his muscles before reaching his V-line
Thereās no hiding it any longer, no hiding his desire for you
Heās worried itāll put you off, but then he smells your arousal even through the soapās perfume, and he realizes itās mutual
Either way, you still donāt make any moves to initiate anything, so neither does he
He simply lets you clean him, lets you touch his body to your heartās content until youāre reaching down to his calves and the next thing he knows, youāre kneeling before him and his dick is inches from your face
You bite your lip, glancing up at him, and that look in your eyes has him twitching right in front of you
You donāt have to do this, he wants to say, he appreciates it and everything but itās really not necessary
But then you lean up and press a kiss to his tip and god, he wants to throat-fuck you so fucking badly
Your lips are perfectly soft as you kiss him again, and then you part your mouth open to stick your tongue out and lap at the precum dribbling from his slit
āFuck, (y/n)ā
He groans out a gravelly curse, throwing his head back as his hips jut forward in search of more
When you roll your tongue over his tip, lavishing the most sensitive part of his cock with attention, he has to grind his teeth together to prevent a snarl from rippling out
He snaps a hand out to tangle into your hair because he needs something to stabilize himself
And at the same time, it provides the perfect opportunity to drag you forwards, pressing you closer up against his cock so youāve almost no choice but to swallow him down
You whimper around him, and feeling you do so drives him wild
He tries to let you suck him off at your own pace, he really does
But he just canāt resist impatiently pushing and pulling at your hair, all while his hips instinctively jerk forward, trying to cram more of himself down your throat, trying to feel more of you around him
And he feels bad for making you gag around him, but at the same time, fuck if it isnāt the hottest thing ever
He growls your name, bringing his other hand up to your hair, and when you look up at him, your eyes all watery and pleading, he slowly but surely feels his grasp on his self-control slipping
How can he resist face-fucking such a pretty little thing like you?
You almost seem to want it as much as he does, too
Squeezing your eyes shut with your brows furrowing in concentration, you slacken your jaw and stick your tongue out, creating just the perfect entrance for him to fuck however he pleases
Your lips stretch out around his thick cock, your cute little muffled whimpers making him pulse on your tongue with every thrust
He should be ashamed of the way heās using youābut you just feel so fucking good
Watching you struggle to choke down his length is almost just as satisfying as the way your throat keeps tightening around him
Combined with the way your arousalās filling the airāitās bliss
He snarls something indistinct, thrusting hard and fast enough to make his balls slap against your chin every time he reaches the very back of your throat
And the combination of it all has his stomach tightening, but itās just not enough to cum
Noāhe wants to save that to breed you
A few more seconds of enjoyment is all he allows himself before he pulls you off of him
Heās panting, chest heaving as he takes a moment to recover from the euphoria of your mouth
His cock is aching for more
āCāmere,ā he says, and thereās that demonic lilt to his voice he canāt always control as he helps you back up again, āsāmy turn to clean youā
Even though itās hard to focus, even though all he can think about is bending you over and screwing your pretty little brains out, he tries his best to be as caring and considerate as youād been with him
He lathers you up with soap, using it as an excuse to touch you even more, to massage every inch of your body
His hands savour the curves of your sides, from your chest to your waist, down to your hips and thighs, and then all the way back up to your chest again
He doesnāt fail to notice the way your breath hitches when his touch grazes over your titsāof course he doesnāt, he never doesnāt noticeāso he allows himself the indulgence of squeezing them
They fit wonderfully in his palms, even as he grabs and toys with them at his leisure
You arch your back up, trying to push more of your chest into his hands, and if he wasnāt so turned on right now, he might chuckle at how needy youāre being
He tugs and pinches at your nipples, and when you make a breathy little whimper, it has him throbbing
āSo good, little one, youāre doing so fucking good for meā
Heās so fucking horny
He drags his fingers along the inner flesh of your thighs, teasing at your sensitive skin
āYou want it, little morsel, you want this?ā
Itās not like he doesnāt know the answer, itās not like he canāt tell how desperate you are when you nudge your legs further apart for him
But he wants to hear you say it
āY-yes, Jackāplease. Please, I want you~ā
A slave to your every whim and desire as always, he pushes his fingers between your folds, and the both of you groan in unison as he stretches you out
He can just imagine you clenching around his cock instead of his digits
When he curls his finger just the right way, a moan bubbles from your parted lips and you stumble in place, like you almost canāt handle just how good he feels
With his free hand, he lifts your leg up, hooking it around his hip and pressing your back to the shower wall
Youāve nowhere to squirm, nowhere to escape
All you can do is take it
In and out, he pumps his fingers into your velvety walls until your thighs are shaking and your mewls are getting louder than the sound of the water hitting the tiles
Your shaky hands reach out to dig crescents into his skin, and the pain mixing in with his insatiable lust is such a wonderfully heady combination
When you moan his name again, he realizes he canāt wait any longer
He pulls his fingers out, lifts you up and presses your back to the shower wall so you're completely trapped against his muscular build
And then he aligns himself to your entrance, his thick tip catching at the edges of your entrance before finally, finally, he sinks all the way in
It's heaven
The way you suck him in, the way your walls flutter around himāyou're divine
You shift in his hold, like you're trying to accommodate to the sheer size of him, and it has the plush flesh of your ass grinding right against his balls
He tries to hold back a moan, but part of it escapes him in a gravelly rumble, and you seem to tense around him when it does
With you clinging onto him like this, he doesn't even need to move his hips to fuck himself into you
All he does is lift you up and lower you back down, using your own weight as momentum, and the simple motion already has you whimpering and gushing around his cock
"Fuck, morsel~"
You're making his head spin
He's dizzy, already drunk off your sex
Up and down, up and down, he uses you like a toy, barely flinching from your weight even despite how much you keep squirming
The way you keep jutting your hips against himālike you're either trying to help or just too fucking horny to stay stillāis so fucking adorable
Saliva filling his mouth at the temptation of it allāat the temptation of you and those little sounds you keep making and the smell of your arousal and god, just everything that makes you so infuriatingly irresistibleāhe presses his head into the crook of your neck, trying to hide the fact that he's very much so on the verge of drooling over you
But then he sees it againāsees that mark he left on your skin with his teeth, claiming you as his mate, and even though he should be fucking disgusted that he gave it to you without your consent, it instead has the opposite effect and it makes him snap
His
You're hisāit's physically undeniable
It's like the realization really sinks in during the heat of the moment, now that he's too sex-drunk and shameless to care, and something about his instincts and his possessiveness just completely takes over
Animalistically fast and deliciously hard, he fucks into you like an animal in heat
With every thrust, he slams you down onto his cock and jerks his hips up into you, making the flesh of your thighs jiggle from the rush of actions as the smacking of his pelvis against yours fills the room
He's not entirely sure if he's hitting your cervix or your g-spot, too dazed in his fervor to care, but he knows he must be hitting something good because you're screaming for him
And it doesn't take long for your muscles to seize and your body to start shaking uncontrollably, and it's hard to tell because of all the water from the shower, but you're either squirting all over him or just getting really, really messy all of a sudden
His cock pulses and twitches between clenching walls, and you're squeezing him so hard it's almost painful but fuck if the pain doesn't feel good
Your body is so small and so delicate compared to his, but he can't bring himself to have the restraint he normally has
He's done controlling himselfāhe wants to wreck you
It all gets a bit blurry like it normally does when he loses himself to his instincts
The next thing he knows, he has you bent over the bathroom sink in front of the mirror, and the both of you are still dripping from the shower, which is still running in the background, but he couldn't care less
All he cares about is breeding you
He's never felt such a powerful urge to do so like this before
Your shaky hands claw helplessly at the ceramic of the sink, as if that could help you get a grip, but it's no use because he won't stop until he's ruined you
When he looks at your reflection, he finds that your eyes have rolled back and your mouth is parted in a mix of silent screams, broken gasps and dumb babbles of his cock splitting you in half, but that's not what he wants
He wants you to look at him when he pumps the entirety of his load inside you
Which is why, with one hand bruising your thigh to force you in place, force you still for him fuck you open, the other reaches out to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your gaze up
"Look at me, little whoreālook at me when I fill you up, when I breed that perfect cunt and make you all mine"
It's like he doesn't have control of his actions or his words because even he barely recognizes that demonic snarl lacing his tone
It almost sounds like heās threatening you
"Beg, my little bitch, beg for your mate's cum"
It's hard to distinguish any coherent words in your desperate babbling, and even in the unfocused reflection of your eyes, he can tell you're overstimulated, overwhelmed, struggling to accept every inch of his cock brutally pounding into your walls
But watching you struggle to obey him and feeling you struggle around him like writhing prey turns him on so fucking badly
He wants to give it all to youāyou deserve to take it all
Which is why, with one final resounding thrust, he sheathes himself all the way inside you, sealing his hips into yours so that his cock is as deep as it'll go
You're on the very tip of your toes, the whole weight of your body supported almost solely by his pelvis in order to dig his cock into you
And with an inhuman sound, he finally cums
It feels good
It feels so, so good; better than any other orgasm he's ever experienced
It's like his whole body is alive, thrumming with a rush of adrenaline as ecstasy floods his veins
His body lurches forwards, jaw flexing shut as he somehow manages to resist sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade
And your little whimpers and gasps are just as fucking cute as ever
His orgasm is long and hard, and even after his high has reached its peak, he stays sheathed inside you
He's thoroughly wrecked your body; he can tell by how limp you've gone, letting yourself be held up only by him and the counter and nothing else
And he realizes he should pull out, give you a moment to rest and offer any and all aftercare you might need
But he doesn't want his cum to spill out of you
He wants to stay connected to you for as long as possible
I love creepypastas but not the creepypastas themselves bc they scared me too much when I was little, I just really like seeing the funky dudes do dumb shit
Jeff the Killer is like my edgy younger cousin and Eyeless Jack and Ben Drowned are his weird friends who he throws bikes off a bridge with
Giggling over the idea of some of the creepypastas being basically standard little shit teenagers to some old slasher icons if they were in the same world SHWJNS
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As soon as he gets back, he ends up at your door
Itās instinctsāitās hormones and longing and obsessionālike heās just a mere puppet on the strings of your whims
His heartās pounding in his chest as he waits there, in front of the familiar well-worn wood of your door, and for a minute, he almost wonders if youāre going to answer
His fingers drum against his thigh while his mind races back to the most recent list of events that happened between the both of you
You agreed to let Hoodie watch in order to help Jack out of the favor, rejected his kiss not too long after that, and then you sent him nudes, of all things, while he was away
Trying to sort through the complications of mixed messages and tangled feelings leads him to two plausible conclusions
One; you really arenāt interested in anything but sex with him, and every time he inadvertently pushes for more, it forces you to pull away
Two; youāre secretly just as madly in love with him as he is with you, but for some cosmic reasoning beyond his understanding, somethingās stopping you from being with him
Despite how much he wishes the latter was true, he knows the former is the more likely scenario
Itās been that way since the very beginning, but heās too much of a lovesick puppy to hold himself back from always trying for more
He needs better impulse control
Even now, as he waits for you to answer, he wonders if heās pushing things yet again
Heās just here for sex, he reminds himself, heās been away for a while and now heās needy, and you probably are too, and even though itād be better for him to wait for you to come to him, heās just too fucking eager
And if you, for some reason, outright reject him yet again, he figures he can use the opportunity to sit down and establish better ground rules with you
Heās waited long enough to figure out what you wantāyou might as well just tell him at this point
When you open the door, he almost doesnāt know what to expectāhe never does
But itās like as soon as you see him, you just know
You let him in without a word, and as soon as the door clicks shut behind him, his mind goes blank
He forgets all about the two conclusions he reached, forgets about his worries about being pushy, forgets about wanting to establish an agreementāhe forgets everything
All he can focus on is your lips busying themselves against his, your body in his hands and the scent of your lust and adrenaline filing the room
The whole thing is familiar
The taste of your tongue, the warmth of your skin, the way your breath stutters and your pulse jumps every time he squeezes you just a tad harder than he meant toāheās lucky enough to have experienced it all before
But even despite the familiarity of it, it doesn't stop the pure rush of heat traveling to his groin
It's like it's just never enough
He's desperate for your touch, desperate for anything and everything you have to offer
The way your smaller body clings to his, the way your hands mimic his own eagernessāfuck, he's missed you
You release something like a quiet whimper against him and a growl tears through his chest before he can stop it
He yanks on the loops of your jeans, forcing you to grind against his hard-on, and when you whimper again, he almost rips your clothes off right then and there
You reach up to tug him closer into you, your fingers scratching at his scalp, pulling at the dark strands of his hair as if the few inches between you are too much to bear
It's like you want him pressing harder into you, like you're as insatiable for him as he is for you
In the heat of the moment, nothing else matters
The on-and-off signals, the ever-indecipherable code of mixed messages that he can never fully crackāright now, with your body held so tightly up against his own, he doesn't care about any of it
All he cares about is touching you, gripping and groping at your soft, malleable flesh to coax those perfect little sounds from your lips
More
He wants more
You weigh practically nothing as he picks you up, and it brings him a special kind of satisfaction when you yelp and wrap your legs around his hips for support
He's the only thing you can cling on to
He has all the power right now
Hands on your thighs, he bounces you up and down his form, using your own weight as leverage to rub you against his bulge
The friction is heady, already bordering on euphoric, and he hasn't even gotten you naked yet
When he snaps his hips up in tandem, the yelp you release grants him the perfect opportunity to force his tongue down your throat
Your taste is divine
He swears you were made for him, he swears your body was meant to be his
He loses track of his thoughts yet again, unable to focus or think about anything else except you
Your hands mimic his excitement and impatience as you pull and tug at him, trying to scratch lines into him like you're trying to mark him
It should be him trying to mark you
Amidst all the pulling and tugging, somewhere at the back of his mind, it registers that his mask slips off and falls to the floor with a heavy thunk, but he's too lost in your pleasure to care
Instead, he walks forward, secures you against him with a hand on your lower back, and then he lowers you to the bed, caging you between his body and the mattress beneath you
You're trapped, with nowhere to evade him
He could basically do anything he wants to you; you're completely at his mercy
At the mercy of a demon
Your clothes come off quickly and easily, his deft fingers impatient to get you bare already
And fuck, the sight of you naked is never something he could get used to
You're glowing; skin wonderfully soft, chest heaving up and down with panted breaths, your bruised lips parted with that perfectly desperate look in your eyes
He wants to ruin you
He's going to ruin you
He yanks his own shirt off his head, pops the buttons of his jeans open, then kicks his pants and boxers all the way off
He doesn't miss the way you greedily drink up the sight of him as you lay there, need clear in your eyes with the scent of your arousal filling the room
He teases a hand along his shaft, and his cock twitches in response
"Like what you're looking at, little morsel?~"
You whine his name at the taunt, and he nearly snarls as another fresh wave of your arousal perfumes the air
He wraps a hand around your ankle, yanks you toward him, then splits your legs apart to fit between them
You're a mess of slick
You're practically dripping
It's coating your inner thighs, glistening wet against your skin, and if he wasn't so impatient right now, he'd take the time to taste you
He'd eat you out all night long if he could
But right now, his dick's throbbing and you keep squirming and whimpering, and all he wants is to push himself balls-deep into your perfectly inviting little cunt
He presses the tip of his drooling cock to your entrance, gliding it up and down your perfect slit, and then heās slowly thrusting all the way in
Itās almost too much
Your walls tighten around him, trying to swallow him in deeper, and when he shifts slightly, trying to get used to the way you're milking him, you gasp, reaching up to dig your nails into his skin, and he realizes he's already hit your most sensitive spot
He releases a low breath, trying to steady himself, trying to clear the haze of his instincts threatening to overtake him
You're a trembling, squirming wreck beneath him, and if he didn't know any better, he'd think you keep trying to grind him into your G-spot
He reaches up, resting one hand next to your head to support himself, and with his other hand, he grips the flesh of your thighs to force you still
He needs to adjust
He needs to adjust to how wet you are, how you keep clenching and pulsing around him or he's going to fucking lose it
But as if you just can't help it, it doesn't stop you from squirming, doesn't stop you from moaning his name like you're just begging for him to snap
An involuntary push of his hips forward, and you cry out, back arching as your hands fly up to rake down his back
Your thighs cinch around his waist, effectively trapping him inside you, and he honestly doesn't know how much longer he can hold back anymore
Slowly
He needs to do this slowly or he will lose it
In and out, in and out, he drags the length of his cock through your velvety walls
He can feel every inch of you, every perfect detail of your body molding and wrapping around him like it was made for him
He groans out your name, dick throbbing inside you, and the way you beg for more has him burying his face into the crook of your neck to muffle yet another groan
Your body's too perfect
You're too perfect
He's never hungered so deeply for someone like this before
He feels like a ravenous dog
He pulls out, inch by inch, your gummy walls tightening, and when he tries to say your name again, all that comes out is a demonic snarl
"J-Jack!~ Need moreān-need you to breed me~"
He snaps
It's like what you said and the way you said it triggers him beyond his own comprehension of himself
He loses control of his hips, loses control of what little shreds of humanity he has left, and he lets loose
The bed creaks, headboard slamming into the wall as your smaller form bounces with every impact
Your eyes screw shut, brows furrowing as a silent scream escapes you
Your hands dig into his skin, and if he was still human, youād undoubtedly be drawing blood
But all it does to his thick skin is merely tickle
Still, the idea that youāre so much weaker than him only fuels him even more
He loses track of the pace he set, loses track of your obscene moans and cries as one word repeats itself over and over again in his lust-drunk mind
Breed
Some other inhuman sound escapes him, followed by the sound of something ripping, and he realizes heās clawing at the sheets so hard theyāre tearing
Youāre shaking and writhing beneath him, your skin soft and wonderfully malleable for him to bruise
The sound of your cries overwhelms the sound of skin slapping against skin, and you clench around him, cunt gushing, soaking him with your arousal
He thinks you mightāve squirtedāyouāre fucking drenchedābut his headās too foggy, too lost in the sheer bliss of your body to really know for certain
All heās sure of is that you came, or maybe youāre still cuming, because your whole bodyās shaking and your legs are wrapped so tightly around him that he doesnāt know if youāre trying to pull him in or push him out
But even despite your obvious overstimulation, he canāt stop
He canāt stop pounding into you, canāt stop the rapid, ravenous pace heās fucking into you
Youāre his
Instincts purely in control, he pushes your legs up, forcing you into a mating press, and the shift in angle has him throbbing in your velvety walls
You babble out a slew of incoherent sentences, your voice all whiny and desperate between choked sobs and broken whimpers
He doesnāt grant you the luxury of squirming; with your legs pressed up against your chest and your pretty little cunt all exposed to him, youāre completely at his mercy
Heās reduced you to just a fleshlite
āJackāJ-Jack, fuck!ā
When he hears you cry out his name like that, itās all it takes for him to snap all the way forwards, his cock twitching and throbbing, and with a low, dangerous snarl, he cums deep inside of you
āF-fuck!~ā
You whimper out one final cuss, your head rolling back and eyes falling shut, and god, itās basically like youāre just presenting yourself to him
His lips find purchase around your neck, tasting you, reveling in the way your throat feels against his tongue
Youāre so perfect
One sloppy thrust after another has him pumping his cum as deep inside of you as he can fit it; he doesnāt want an ounce to go to waste
And then he stays there, fully sheathed inside you, before finally unlatching his lips from your throat
Heās still hard
If it were up to him, heād go another round
Hell, heād go for the whole night, if he could
But he knows that dazed look in your eyes means heās completely fucked you out
He forces himself to be content with what he had, and then heās pulling out, resisting the urge to split you open on his cock one last time just to make sure his cum really stays inside you
You snap your legs shut as soon as he pulls away, faint post-orgasm tremors still coursing through you in the aftermath of it all
He settles next to you, wrapping his arms around to pull you in, and you immediately nuzzle into him in response
It doesnāt take long for your breathing to slow, your poor little body utterly spent, and although he wants to stay awake so that he can watch over you, he finds himself dozing off without realizing it
Sunlight filters through the room the next morning
Jack blinks once, then twice, groggily pushing the fog of sleep from his mind
Youāre as warm and soft as ever in his hold
You look so angelicāhe swears you must be part angel
He reaches out, fingertips gently tracing over your delicate features
For a split second, he considers just biting the bullet and telling you that he loves you right then and there
Youāre sleeping, so itās not like youād hear him or anything, and even if you did, youād probably just dismiss it as a dream or something
He takes in a shaky breath, carefully absorbing every detail of your skin
And heās about to say it, he really is, when suddenly, you shift slightly in your sleep, and thatās when he notices it
His heart drops
A knot curls in his stomach, stiff and heavy like a boulder, and cold hard dread fills his veins
Noāno, thereās no way
Thereās no way he did that
He holds his breath as he gently coaxes your head to the side to get a better view
Surely enough, itās as clear as day
A dark bruise colors your neck, surrounded by the indents of his teeth like a flowery crown around it
He feels like he just might be sick
Repulsion lumps at the back of his throat
He doesnāt want to believe it, but the evidence is as clear as day before him
