Ask For It
Summary: Reader is used to getting what she wants, but her boyfriend has something else in mind.
Pairing: Jordan Baker x Reader
Word Count: 1389
Warnings: smut, grinding, dirty talk, inanimate objects (MAKE SURE YOU CLEAN IT FIRST), cock denial (i think this is a thing?)
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It’s been three hours since you started on your homework, losing focus as your mind directs it’s thoughts to your boyfriend. Jordan created a study date, inviting you over to his house to complete some assignments while also having the chance to spend time watching movies and eating junk food. You decided enough was enough, closing your textbook and pushing the papers aside so you could finally point your attention to the boy on the floor.
You don't know how, but you were lucky. Jordan Baker was the whole package, from being the quarterback on the football team to having the smarts, and the most important, being fine as hell. Well, it wasn’t the most important thing but goddamn did his body turn you on.
“Are you okay?” Jordan asked, holding his hand out to reach you.
You snapped out of your daze and took his gesture as a hint to get up from the bed and occupy the space beside him on the floor. You knew you weren’t okay, already feeling the slight dampness in your underwear.
Jordan slowly leaned in, removing your hair to expose the side of your neck. The anticipation made you tense up and bite your lower lip, closing his eyes and waiting for his next move. He started kissing your neck softly, starting from the collarbone and working his way up. His lips finally reached his destination, letting you feel the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear.
“You got a little bit of drool on your face.”
You whimpered and smacked his shoulder, hiding your face into your hands as he laughed. Any other time, you would've thought his laughter was cute. He would smile so hard that his eyes crinkled up at the end, making him even more irresistible. You thought it was the cutest thing but this time, it was different. He knew what you wanted and decided to tease you.
“You're such an asshole,” you groaned, closing your eyes and continued to hide your face in your hands.
Chuckling, Jordan took a hold of your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “You know if you want something... all you have to do is ask.”
Fuck.
You weren’t the begging type, and he knew this. You never had to ask him for anything because he just always gave it to you, even if it was down-right dirty. This was different, he wanted you to ask for it and honestly, you were down. If you asking for it makes him fill you up full of his cock, then so be it.
You changed positions, getting closer to Jordan as you sat on his lap. “Jordan...” you said, wrapping your legs around his waist. You could feel his hands dancing over your thighs, snaking one of them around to your front and dipping into your shorts and underwear. You whimpered as his calloused fingertips lightly touched your clit, grinding down onto his hand for more pressure.
Jordan groaned against your neck. His touch was intoxicating and you almost couldn’t handle it between the pad of his thumb circling your clit and the marks that he was leaving on your neck.
“Ask me,” he demanded, increasing his pace on your clit.
Your eyes rolled back, not expecting his movements. You could feel the pressure in your belly grow slowly, making your pussy clench around nothing. All of a sudden, the warmth stopped and you gasped, opening your eyes and staring at your boyfriend in disbelief like he just committed a crime.
You groaned. “Why the hell did you stop?”
“You. Didn’t. Ask,” he said, pinching your nipple with each word.
You let out a breath that you were unaware of holding. You looked up at your boyfriend who was looking directly at you, noticing how he had his signature smirk on his face.
“Please fuck me,” you said, moaning and grinding on his lap. You could feel how hard his cock was, wanting to make an escape from the confinements.
Jordan chuckled. “I don't think you understand how this works, baby. You need to ask, not tell.”
This was pure torture. Jordan knew not being able to get what you wanted was frustrating, and the sexual tension only made it harder.
“Jordan, will you please fuck me?” You said, whimpering at the loss of his touch.
He grabbed your neck, pulling you towards him to indulge in a deep kiss. Your tongues dance, making you let out a moan when he pressed you down onto his bulge.
“Do you see how hard you make me?” he said while removing your top. You decided to braless today, which ended up being fun because Jordan couldn’t keep his hands off of you. “These perfect little tits and this perfect pussy. God, I can fuck you and make you cum multiple times and you'll still be asking for it. Such a needy little thing.”
“Please...” you whispered, still grinding against him. “Fuck me.”
“I will, baby girl, I promise. But first, I want to see you make yourself cum. Go ahead and strip for me.”
Shit.
You stood up on wobbly legs and obeyed. While taking your clothes off, you notice how your boyfriend got up and went to his closet, retrieving an item and holding it behind his back.
“Close your eyes and spread your legs for me,” he said, walking back to the center of his room.
You closed your eyes and shivered, feeling the warmth of his breath on your neck. A foreign but familiar object touched your thighs, taking place in between them and resting up against your pussy. You moaned, feeling the pressure on your clit.
“Go ahead and grind on it, baby.”
You whimpered, feeling the pleasure of one of his hands twisting your nipple while the other one holds the object. You start grinding, shuttering as complete pleasure washes over you,
“Fuck, Jordan. W-what is this?” you said, slinging your arm over your shoulder to hold onto his shirt.
You could feel your wetness drip from your pussy, making it easier to glide across the object. The object had some kind of embroidery on it, making your clit feel different pressures at different times.
“You like that?” His voice was soft against your neck and you managed a nod, head tipping back into the crook of his neck while whimpering as the pressure seemed to grow in your belly. His other hand kept working on your sensitive nipples, tweaking and pulling on them like his life depended on it. You dug your nails into his neck, crying out as he started to move the object against you.
“Look at you, grinding yourself against my old football, making it wet. You have no idea how sexy you look,” Jordan said, increasing his pace. You're entire body shuddered, on the brink of coming.
“That’s it,” Jordan cooed. You were panting and writhing against him, trying to grind harder onto the football. You’ve never felt this kind of friction before and nothing was on your mind except for how fucking good it felt. “Go ahead and cum for me.”
Your eyes rolled back, unable to do much other than thrust uncontrollably against the football as your orgasm crashed over you. His name left your lips, trying to escape the stimulation that Jordan was still giving you to ride out your high. Your knees gave out, starting to fall to the floor but Jordan caught you, laying you down on the bed and leaving to go to the bathroom.
You felt the bed dip, your legs opening and experiencing the after shocks of the intense orgasm you just experienced. Jordan started wiping your pussy with the warm wash cloth, sending little shocks of overstimulation throughout your body.
“How was it?” Jordan asked, throwing the wash cloth in the hamper.
You chuckled, crossing your legs to feel some type of friction to satisfy the new wave of arousal. “My body is still tingling.”
“I’m guessing thats a good thing,” he said, making you nod. He leaned down, littering kisses across your left thigh.
You groaned, feeling how close he was to the place you needed him the most.
“I hope you're not tired,” he said, blowing on your clit. “I plan on giving you a few more orgasms before fucking you.”