omg, jack about blowing readers face while fucking her because she isnt breathing 😣
ohhhhhh you'll never fully know what this did to me
there's something about jack that makes your brain shut off. it's like your mind knows you'll be taken care of - he's so big n strong n reliable that you can't help but relax fully into his whim. it doesn't help that his dick game is so strong :( he'll be fucking you with your legs over his shoulders, folded practically in half, caging your head in between his big solid arms dog tags dangling against your chin and he's hitting it so deep he's in your guts and you've already come so many times on his mouth, his fingers, n even his dick that your body goes fully into overdrive at the intensity of the orgasm building up inside you.
so when you cum — you shut down.
he notices it when the hot puffs of air stop hitting his face. one second you were crying squirming tryna run away from his dick because of how fuckin' good he was making you feel, the next, your shaking turns still n he's sliding your frozen legs down to his hips and cradling your face with a big warm hand. "breathe, honey, you took that well."
he's not freaking out because this has happened before. your sweet mind can't handle all the pleasure he gives you sometimes and he's learned that. his thumb is gentle against your skin but he still applies some pressure to ground you. "in and out, baby, you got it."
n you try! you want to do what he says so bad, but it feels like the orgasm took your lungs' ability to do their job. you're staring at him with a barely open mouth, eyes wet and hazy, hands glued to his back nails digging. he hooks his thumb on the row of your bottom teeth, nudges his nose against yours to bring you back. and somehow you manage to whimper, to clench around him, but your chest remains stuck, struggling to manage the aftershocks of getting your shit rocked.
"don't pass out on me, babygirl, c'mon" he has a half grin on his when he says it n a hand now on your ribs to track the movement. that's when he blows in your face, just a little to startle you out of it. his heart does something funny when you blink and stare up at him with wide eyes. "there's my girl. hi honey, you back with me?" he expects the way your hands relax and move down his arms to his chest, his waist, leaving claw marks behind. n he even expects the breathy giggle that follows. ur a little insane, especially when it comes to getting fucked by him. jack does his best attempt at a frown, "you scared me there, ain't shit funny."
and yet something about it has his cock already half hard against your thigh. the way you trust him with this, with your life, gets to him. it turns him on, makes him feel needed, like you know he'll always take care of you and get you to the other side.
"felt good," you whisper, voice hoarse - n even though your eyes are tired, they're alive. you giggle again when he shakes his head at you. "it did, daddy, promise!"
he hums at that, and moves his hands down your body massaging as he goes. your knees are still locked, bent like if they were wrapped around him still. he thumbs at the kneecap. "unlock your legs for me."
he carries on like that for a while, because even when you're giggling and squeezing around nothing so his cum comes trickling out and he's just about ready to cum again, he takes his responsibility over your body seriously. he soothes, and kisses, and heals until you're cuddled into his chest playing with the hair there already half asleep.
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