especially after some members of a certain fandom [cough cough jack harlow stans] have been so elitist about only using twitter and ridiculing users of tumblr… what yall on now lmao or what will you be on now if it actually goes down
Last night I read a long, truly perfectly written fanfic on ao3. I was on writers block and it inspired me. 'My' last fic was not intended to be a copy of @19crimes on the website. All credits go to them and their work. I didn't expect for anyone to really see it or even read it. I didn't copy paste it, I truly wrote it from memory using her fic as the background story.
in what world is “using her fic as the background story” for your story is acceptable without contacting the original author, the owner of the fic, and asking for permission? writing has rules, too, and certain norms to follow. hoping that you continue writing with these in mind.
Summary - After the party, you really didn't know Jack's motive with your relationship.
Warning - sub!jack, smut, arguing, slight domination, cum play if you squint
Words - 1554
The door to your hotel room closed with a soft thud, cool air inviting itself in the hotel room.
You were freshly out of the shower, skin still glistening from the small amount of water that was left, your hands working in circles to rub the cold lotion on your flesh. Quick footsteps could be heard making their way over, a tall shadow now standing right infront of you.
" You're blocking my light. " An evident sharpness could be heard in your tone. Just like venom it danced on the tip of your tongue.
" Sorry." Jack nervously stepped aside, still staring at you as you rubbed your calves, not paying him any ounce of attention. As you leaned down further, the shoulder of your robe fell off, a clear sight of your breast outline now noticeable to his eye. " Talk to me, ma."
" Why should I, Jack?" Finally looking up you caught his gaze, his eyes were drooping down, the soft glistening light behind them made him look like a sad puppy. " Why would I want to listen and respond to you?"
" I-"
" Jack just drop it. It's already bad enough that you showed up at that party." By now you had gotten up from your place on the bed, walking into the bathroom and placing the tub of lotion back on to its shelf. " Why did you even do it?"
" Y/n, baby. I didn't even wanna be there, but it was a great place for new connections. You know how important it is to me now." He really looked pathetic. His arms were down to his sides, a soft apologetic feel in his face and tone.
You slowly stalked towards him, an unreadable mask placed on your own head. You softly placed your hands on his chest, but the thought of you yelling at him made Jack take a step back. Only for you to do it again. " Look. I'm not trying to fight. But how do you think it makes me feel to find out about that party? And not from you, or your friends, but some fucking news account posting pictures of you. Jack, it's my last night here after all."
" I know, baby. I'm sor-" You didn't even let him finish before pushing. He fell onto the bed, his knees meeting the edge of the bed.
You were now looking down at him, standing in between his legs, one of your own hosted on top of his thigh. You saw Jack's stare dribble down, the robe splitting in the middle, showing a perfect view of your inner thighs. You smirked while watching his reaction. The man beneath you looked breathless and ready to take everything you would give.
Your hands started to roam your body, fingers fiddling with the tied strap around your waist. As soon as Jack caught your movements, you let the thin robe fall. Now standing in complete darkness, the only light source being the silver moonlight glistening in the sky.
" Do you know how it makes me feel?" Your palms continued their way up, slowly beginning to grope your breasts, fingertips slightly grazing your nipple making it harden under your touch. " It doesn't feel very good, Jack. Honestly, it makes me feel like shit." He tried to reach out for you, grab your skin and be the one to take over, but all he received was a sharp swat on his hand. " Nuh, uh."
You still maintained eye contact as you fell to your knees, your hands palming the bulge underneath his cargo's. You could feel the nerve pulsing, your fingers fumbling with his zipper, his hips lifting so you could take the pieces of clothing off.
Jack's dick was already hard, red, leaking tip bouncing against his stomach.
Without giving him any second thoughts, you took him in your hand. His flesh was burning, while yours worked up and down to create some sort of fraction between the two of you. His head was thrown back, eyebrows furrowed together every time he would lose your touch.
" Baby-"
" Yeah, you think you can fly me out like one of your mistresses? You think you could get away with it?" A glob of spit fell from your lips, quickly working in the new found lubricant. " Get up and undress."
Jack still looked uneasy tho. Unbothered to move. " I. Said. Get. Up. And. Undress." Now using your harsh voice he complied. Discarding his pants and shirt, sitting by the far end in all of his naked glory. You crawled over to him, your wet center only a couple millimeters above his thighs. It was glistening in the silver light, and Jack was fighting against every rule to not touch you. Your arm reached out for something on the nightstand, pulling the beautiful silk with you when you sat back down.
" Boys like you don't get to touch." You lightly whispered, a dark brown tie sitting between your fingertips. " Hands up." And he did. Just like that he brought both of his palms together, sliding in the paths of his submission. His arms were stretched over his head, his muscles flexing. You could hear his heart thumping.
Once you leaned down you began to kiss his chest. Soft skin smoothly sliding between your lips, leaving a trail of red bruises behind. " Hold on. Another thing."
Leaving him behind completely, you came back with a small foil wrapper in your hands. The crunching sound made Jack shoot his eyes open, your hands already working down his dick to put the tight latex on. " But baby. We left those behind. Because-because we-"
" Yes, but you don't get to cum in me. Not as long as you have learned." You finally sinked down on his thick length, letting out a huff of pleasure as you did so. You looked over at Jack, his hands were balled up into fists. It looked like the silk tie would pop open at any moment. He too let out moans and groans, making you speed up your movements, quickly spelling out your name with your hips.
" Look at you." You slightly laughed, gaining Jack's attention. " You always talk about being such an alpha male. But now. Now you're fucked over some pussy. You think I like seeing you with all those bitches? They wouldn't even think twice before getting your dick wet, Jack. I am not one of those girls. I will leave whenever I want and you will be the one running after, not me. This exclusive shit ain't working."
" I know. I know, ma. I don't like any of those girls, they're not you. All the time I was at that party, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You're the only woman I want to be with." His voice was shaky, you saw the truth swarming in his eyes, and without even thinking twice you got off of him. Your fingers pulling off the condom and the now stretched tie.
When his hands were free, Jack pulled you in close. His head rested on your shoulder, his bruising grip secured around your waist. A part of you did it for selfish reasons. Wanting to feel his touch and kisses. That part made you rethink your whole relationship with him.
" God, you feel so fucking good." Jack grunted in your ear, his eyes were screwed shut tightly, soaking in every second of this moment.
" Believe me. I hated the condom just as much as you did."
The room quickly filled with your sync heavy breaths, a noticeable sign that you both will cum. Jack's hips beneath you sped up, your teeth sinking into his shoulder while you both fell apart. Slowly riding out of your highs.
" Fuck, I love you." And just then you froze. The wheels in your head suddenly started turning ten times faster, multiple thoughts running through your mind. He could sense that something was off. How you just immediately became alarmed.
" I know what you're thinking about." Jack's hand smoothed down the back of your hair.
" Hm?"
" You think I only said it because I nutted." You pushed your body weight off of his chest, looking into his eyes softly.
" Well did you?" The silence after that scared you. You knew Jack and his ways, you knew what you were getting into. Still, the fear of getting hurt haunted you.
" No." His mind looked like it was in outer space. Not one clear thought crossing his mind, but his eyes were full of something. Something you were scared to call love. " Look, I know you need assurance." Another silenced pause continued. " But I'll give it to you. I'm ready to fully call you mine, and if you don't believe me I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you. I love you, pretty girl."
At the moment everything felt right. You connected your lips with his, only this kiss was laced with patience. It was deep, slow, full of love and affection. " I love you too."
You suddenly squealed when you felt Jack snake his arms around you fully and turn you over. " What are you doing?"
" I'm going to fuck my beautiful girlfriend until she loses her voice, and the next thing in the morning, the whole world will know about the amazing woman by my side."
hey gang. I’m gonna upload the link to my AO3, I haven’t uploaded all the work bc I’m super busy rn. If there’s anything that you really want to read send me a message or an ask and I can send you the file directly! Also if you’re the anon who asked on someone else’s page about why can’t we be friends, please send me an ask and I can send you the second half since it’s not on AO3 yet.
i hope you’re all well girlies, I went through just deleting everything on my blog but I’m probably gonna start reblogging things again xx
i’ve never seen fans of any artist as entitled as the loudest twitter girlies on the internet. like, what is it for? you follow an artist around the country and that gives you that big head? good for you but then don’t bash things such as fanfiction and call it names, organize spaces to read out loud (that sounds like fan behavior AND harassment, though <3) because you are just as delusional as you think people on tumblr writing fanfic are.
Hiatus is somewhat over. I had started writing this before the album came out but it's actually quite fitting with a lot of the themes in it so that's serendipitous. I have to thank my muse @jackmanthomassharlow as well as my twitter girlies.
Title is from Bartender by Lana del Ray:
"I bought me a truck in the middle of the night
It'll buy me a year if I play my cards right
Photo free exits from baby's bedside
'Cause they don't yet know what car I drive
I'm just try'na keep my love alive"
Summary: Jack flies you out to join him on what you thought was a vacation, but instead turns out to be a work trip.
Rating: Explicit
CW: manipulation, softdom!reader, slightly sub!jack, sex without a condom, reader being verbally degrading.
Words: 5,025
The door to your hotel room closed with a soft thud. You didn’t turn around, continuing to apply the lavender scented lotion to your legs. You weren’t long out of the shower, your skin still warm and pleasantly fragrant from your body wash. Before slipping on your cream silk robe, you had dried yourself with one of the huge plush hotel towels, discarding it on the bathroom floor once you were done.
Muffled footsteps approached the bed. You kept your focus resolutely on your skincare. The steps came closer until he stood directly in front you, standing in the pathway of the light coming from the bedside lamp.
Without looking up, you sighed. “You’re blocking my light, Jackman.”
Jack shuffled his feet awkwardly, stepping slightly to the side. “Sorry.”
You didn’t reply, leaning down to rub lotion into your calf. This caused your robe to gape at the chest, showing the enticing curve of your breast. You could feel Jack’s gaze heavy on the exposed skin, his eyes unable to keep from looking.
“Are you gonna talk to me?” He asked, his voice reserved. He sounded like a sad puppy. Normally you’d be breaking by now, easily swayed by the sad tone of voice. Tonight, however, your annoyance outweighed your urge to snuggle Jack under a blanket and protect him from the hardships of the world.
“What do you want me to say?” You replied, finally looking him in the eyes. Even when you were mad, his handsome features struck you. His blue eyes were rimmed with thick tawny lashes, his bottom lip plump and pink as he worried it between his white teeth. His hands were clasped in front of him, the pale skin dotted with tiny freckles. Despite your annoyance you felt your interest piqued, arousal spreading through you in a slow burn as you thought about how those nimble fingers would feel inside you.
“Something. Anything. I hate when you’re so silent, it freaks me out.” Jack admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “I know you’re mad at me.”
“No way, really? Wow you're such an empath Jackman.” You snapped, unable to keep the venom out of your voice. “If you knew I'd be mad, why would you go ahead and go to the party anyway?"
Jack let out an exasperated sigh, his fingers carding through his curls to tug at them in frustration. “I knew it would be a good opportunity to make some connections, the kind of people there could have a serious impact on my career."
It was a line you had heard a thousand times before. The first few hundred times you were sympathetic, understanding. You knew how much Jack's career meant to him. But at this point, you were done with being second in line. His career was a huge skyscraper, shiny and colossal, and dominating all the attention. Next to it, you felt like a little one storey cottage. Cute in theory, but the eye would always gravitate to the shrine of modern architecture that dwarfed you.
Frankly, you were tired of it. You loved Jack, saw a future with him where you could both be really happy. But not like this. You stood abruptly to walk to the bathroom, not bothering to straighten out your robe where it had ridden up. You stopped short of the door, looking back to where Jack had turned to follow you.
Jack's gaze was wary, like that of the owner of an unpredictable hamster who was liable to bite at any second. You barely came up to his shoulder, yet the threat of being yelled at was enough to have him cowering away from you. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth radiate through his polo shirt. His eyes softened, thinking that maybe he had misread the situation. Maybe he had gotten away unscathed.
He was, as usual, wrong.
In one smooth movement you pushed him backwards onto the bed, the air leaving him in a surprised huff. The backs of his knees hit the edge and he sat down heavily, the bed protesting at his large body appearing out of nowhere. You stepped forward to stand between his spread legs, propping up on knee on his cargo-clad thigh. Jack looked down, swallowing heavily as his eyes followed the enticing line of your inner thigh. You couldn't help but find it amusing, even when he was scared of your wrath he still had a one track mind.
Curling two fingers under his chin, you tilted his head up to look you in the eyes. His beard was soft, the oil he had used before going out softening the bristly hairs. You stared at one another wordlessly for a long minute.
"Baby, I-" Jack begun, but you interrupted him before he could get out whatever charming puppy dog defence he had prepared.
"No."
Confusion spread across Jack's face. You ran your thumb over his lower lip, his mouth parting slightly under your touch.
"Who do you think I am, hmm?" you enquired, your voice dangerously soft.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean who do you think I am, Jack? Because you seem to think I'm one of your whores that'll drop everything for the chance to jump on your dick."
Jack stared at you, genuine shock across his features. You continued, unperturbed. "And I'm many things, but I'm not that. I don't make a living fucking celebrities for clout. You're not one rung in the 'famous dick' ladder that I'm climbing in pursuit to becoming an influencer who pitches pyramid schemes. I'm not looking to get an athleisure line made by unpaid child labourers."
As you spoke, you traced down the line of Jack's neck to the collar of his polo shirt, deftly undoing the buttons to bare some of his chest.
"I don't- I don't think that about you. I would never." Jack protested, eager to prove his innocence. His hand went to caress your thigh, but you grabbed it before it reached its target. He was visibly startled.
Stepping back, you dropped his hand. You slowly ran your hands along the front of your robe, fingers playing with the tie that held it together.
Jack was confused. On the one hand, he knew this situation wasn't going well for him, but on the other, you did appear to be getting naked. And if he was going to be shouted at, he'd prefer to at least have a nice view. He watched, mesmerised, as you undid the tie. The robe fell open to show a glimpse of your torso, so close to his fingertips. You shrugged, the silk fabric gliding off your shoulders to reveal your naked body. The soft golden light bathed your skin, still gleaming from the lotion you had applied. You revelled in Jack's stare. It was unheard of that he was the desperate one, normally he was the one who was smooth and in control.
"I have a job, I have a life outside of you. I don't just exist when you want to get your dick wet. I don't spend my life on standby waiting for the almighty Jackman to call and deign to grace me with his presence." You mimicked the actions you had carried out on Jack moments earlier, tracing down your neck. You continued down past your collarbones to cup your breasts.
Jack was mute, aware that no matter what he said he'd probably incriminate himself further. He rubbed his hands on his thighs, desperately resisting the urge to grab you. He was painfully hard, his cargos tented obscenely.
"You think you're going to fly me out here like some kind of mistress, then go to a party without me the night before I'm supposed to leave?" you asked him, lowering yourself onto your knees in front of him. "Do you think that's a nice thing to do?"
He swallowed hard, your position between his legs clouding his brain with impure thoughts.
"No, but I didn't-" Jack cut off with a strangled noise as you grasped his dick over his pants. You rubbed across the rough fabric, involving your other hand to undo his buttons.
"What didn't you do, Jack? Go on, tell me how you've justified it in that handsome little head of yours."
You urged him to lift his hips so you could pull down his pants and boxers, letting them rest around his ankles. Your attention was immediately captivated by his erection, freed from the restriction of his cargos. The pink tip was wet with pre-cum, a little droplet pearling to slide down the head. Unable to resist, you licked up the drop, swirling your tongue around the head until it was wet with your spit instead of pre-cum. Jack let out a groan that sounded like he had just been punched in the stomach, his hips bucking upwards at the sensation.
You pulled away, your fist loosely gripped around his length. "Go on, I asked you a question."
Jack's eyes were scrunched shut, his breath coming heavily. "Uh, I... I didn't, fuck-"
You closed your fist, opening your mouth to allow the spit that had accumulated from your mouth watering to dribble onto his cock. Moving your hand at an agonisingly slow pace, you looked up at him expectantly, motioning for him to continue.
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, it.. it wasn't my intention to make you feel like that." Jack said hurriedly, trying to end this conversation so he could get some kind of proper stimulation.
"Oh you didn't? It wasn't your intention? Well that's okay then isn't it?"
"That's not what I'm saying, I just thought you'd understand that it was important for my career. And you agreed you didn't want us to be publicly official yet, you could have come, you just chose-"
Again, you cut him off, this time by swallowing his dick as far down your throat as you could until your lips met the ring of your fingers at the base. You sucked his dick for a few seconds before pulling off, pulling his length from between your lips with a pop.
"Do not blame this on me. If you start that shit, I'm going to get up and fucking leave you here like this." You met his eyes, glaring at him slightly. His expression was dopey, lust-drunk. "You're always talking about being an alpha, aren't you, baby? A real alpha is man enough to admit when he's fucked up."
There was a long moment of silence, broken only by Jack's panting as he tried to compose himself. Just to make things a little more difficult for him, you licked at the head of his cock again, little licks with the tip of your tongue that teased the engorged flesh.
"Jesus christ- I fucked up, I fucked up okay?" he spat out, eyes wild.
You smiled, releasing his dick and standing up. You pointed at the headboard of the bed.
"Sit up there."
There was a moment of confused silence, Jack looking at the pillows piled where you were pointing. He didn't move, unsure of how to manoeuvre within this dynamic. You cupped his chin again, tilting his head to face you.
"Is there a problem?"
Jack shook his head, toeing off his shoes and pants and shifting onto the bed until his back rested against the headboard. He also stripped off his shirt, throwing it on the ground to join the rest of his clothes.He waited for you to speak, but before he had time to settle you had climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap. You hovered over him, resting your weight on your knees. He could feel the warm, wet heat of your pussy tantalisingly close to his dick and he shifted his hips, trying to make contact. He was shit out of luck, as you retaliated by raising yourself up further away from him. You could see the frustration beginning to brew over and you could tell he was one, maybe two minutes from grabbing you and taking over.
Luckily you knew Jack, knew he had the patience of a toddler that had his favourite toy taken away. Leaning over, you grabbed the length of brown silk coiled on the bedside table, stretching it taut in your hands. Realisation dawned in Jack's eyes as he recognised his tie. He had stripped it off in a hurry several nights ago, eager to get his hands on you after a long night. You had found it on the floor earlier and put it within reaching distance for future use.
That future being right now.
You gestured to Jack's hands. "Gimme."
Hesitantly, he lifted his hands, wrists pressed together. You looped the silk around them, pulling the tail through to form a secure knot. You gave it a tug before threading the loose end through one of the bars of the headboard. Jack's hands were held in place above his head now. You ran a finger under the noose of silk, making sure it wasn't too tight.
"Is that comfortable for you, sweetheart?" you whispered to him, trying to emulate the softness he always showed when you were the one being restrained. Jack nodded, looking up at you with his pupils blown, his white teeth cutting into his bottom lip.
You sat back on his thighs, admiring his naked form displayed like a marble sculpture carved by a renaissance master. His arms were raised above his head, the muscles flexed. The broad expanse of his chest was dusted with dark brown hair which formed a trail that snaked down his stomach. It was mostly obscured by the thick length of his cock which rested against his navel. At this point he was painfully hard, precum dripping onto his skin. You followed the trail of hair with your fingers until you approached the rosey head of his dick, where your fingers diverged to avoid touching it. Jack's responding whine was pitiful, squirming under your touch as you caressed his sides down to his hip bones. He had been working out more and it was visible in the hard layer of muscle that had developed under his soft skin.
"You're so pretty, angel. Such a handsome boy, aren't you?"
Jack finally spoke, a single word in his raspy voice. "Please."
At this point you were also desperate, despite the fact that you were doing an excellent job of hiding it. You decided to take mercy on him, for entirely selfish reasons. Your fingers swept back up his side to grasp his dick, positioning yourself over it. Jack's eyes were glued to the space where you almost joined, watching intently as you slowly dragged the length of your pussy over the head of his cock, leaving it gleaming with your wetness. You both gasped, you throwing your head back at the pressure against your frankly neglected clit.
You repeated the motion a couple more times, working yourself up, before you stopped and leaned over to the bedside table again. This time you picked up a square wrapper, the foil reflecting in the light. Jack's eyes were scrunched closed as he tried to get some kind of composure back, but they flew open when he heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper.
"What are you.. we don't use those anymore. Remember? Because- because we're exclusive, right?" Jack babbled, watching as you rolled the condom down over his length, the latex stretched taut around his girth.
"Allegedly, yes. But you don't behave like it. You behave like a man who has no respect for me. And a man who has no respect for me doesn't get the privilege of cumming inside me." You explained, repositioning yourself over his cock, the latex covered tip pressing against your opening. You pushed down, wincing at the stretch as he entered you. You got halfway down his length before you had to stop, gasping for breath. Jack groaned, a sound that was dragged from the depths of his soul.
Encouraged by his noises you began to wriggle your hips, inching your way down until you were resting on his thighs, his dick fully seated inside you. The fullness was overwhelming, your thoughts threatening to run away from you.
You rocked back and forth experimentally, leaning back to grip his thighs. You always admired his thighs but there was something extra special about feeling the tensed muscles under your hands as you drove him crazy. You stayed like that for a few moments, riding him and revelling in the sensation. The only sound was the slick squelch of his cock inside you, and the various pants and moans that came from you two. Jack was fixated on how your pussy gripped him, your leaning back giving him the perfect angle to see every detail. He strained against his bindings, wanting nothing more than to grab you and bounce you on his cock until you both came.
But this was your show. Not his. And you weren't about to let him forget it.
Adjusting yourself without moving off his cock, your hands came to rest on his chest instead, the change in angle making you whimper. You were now looking into his eyes, the beautiful azure of his iris almost completely swallowed by his dilated pupils. You couldn't resist kissing him, the pink plushness of his lips too inviting to you. His mouth opened immediately under yours, gasping into the kiss as he tried to deepen it. With a gentle bite to his lower lip, you pulled away again.
"I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully. I don't care what kind of career you have. I don't care what kind of an image you feel you need to uphold. In fact, I don't care if you're the president of the goddamn United States, you will not lead me on like I'm some kind of hired pussy for you to fuck whenever suits you. So stop letting your dick make plans that you have no intention of keeping." You quickened the pace of your hips as you spoke, slamming down on his cock.
"Because if you do that, the next time you call me begging to get off, I won't answer. And you need to remember something; there's a reason you made this exclusive, there's a reason you kept coming back to me. Because no one else can make you feel like I can. No one else knows exactly how to touch you, how to make you feel better than you ever thought possible. And I'm not going to put my life on hold to be some side piece you use to get off. I want more than that, I deserve more than that."
Jack was open mouthed, the sensation of you riding his cock making him feel like his brain just went on an unplanned vacation. He had heard you loud and clear though.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I made you feel like you weren't important. I do want to be exclusive, I want to be official, I want people to know you're my girlfriend. It was all I could think about during the party." he said in a rush, looking up at you pleadingly. "M'so sorry baby, I'll do anything to make it up to you."
Cupping his face, you stared at him, scanning his eyes. Looking for the hint of deception, of him lying just to get what he wanted. You fancied yourself a good judge of character, particularly when it came to Jack who wore his heart on his sleeve like a neon sign advertising his feelings. You saw the genuine emotion behind his words, felt it in your gut that he was being truthful. You nodded, pressing your lips against his once more. This kiss was different, it felt like all the tension and anger had been drained out of you. You reached up to undo the tie that kept him bound, suddenly finding the absence of his hands on you unbearable. Fumbling with the slippery silk, you pulled at the knot until it gave, his hands free again.
Jack immediately grabbed you, sitting up properly to grip you to his body in the tightest hug. The head of his dick was directly against your cervix, the mixture of pleasure with a hint of pain making you want to cry. His hands held your hips in place as he ground his into you, little "ah" noises of pleasure escaping him. You could have stayed like this forever, but there was one thing still wrong.
"Waitwaitwait." You said in a rush against his mouth, using his shoulders to leverage yourself off of him. Jack looked dazed, his expression crestfallen as he suddenly found himself no longer inside you.
"What's wrong baby, did I hurt you? Is everything- oh." Jack watched you slide the condom off, tossing it onto the locker. You gave him a big smile, climbing back into his lap where he had criss-crossed his legs.
"Wanna feel you properly. I hate those fucking things, it punished me as much as it did you." You shrugged, before sinking down on his cock.
"Oh my fucking god-" Jack choked out; the grip of your wet pussy around him had him feeling like it was his first time all over again. For you, the slide of his bare cock inside you was an almost biblical experience. Fittingly, Jack looked like a pre-Raphelite depiction of an angel; curls in a halo around his face, his big eyes shining with emotion, cheeks tinted pink under his beard.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, not wanting even an inch of space between you. Jack's arms curled around you, pressing you against his chest as he thrust upwards. This position allowed you to grind your clit against his pelvis, and you threw your head back in pleasure. Jack dove in to suckle sloppy kisses onto your neck, making your eyes roll back in your head. The rasp of his moustache against your skin was almost too much, every nerve ending in your body electric.
"Jack.."
The sound of his name from your mouth, the way your voice was tense with desperation, it was music to Jack's ears. He pulled back from kissing your neck, watching in awe as your eyes fluttered shut, overcome by pleasure. Your skin was glowing, lips parted as you panted. To know that he was the only person that got to see you like this engulfed his heart in a glow of warmth. His hands tangled in your hair, tugging on the fistfuls close to your scalp.
You groaned, arching your back. The electricity between you and Jack threatened to come to a crescendo, lightning dancing on the horizon. Jack's body against yours grounded you; the tensed muscles of his thighs under you, his strong arms cradling you like you were the most precious china figurine. You dug your fingernails into his broad shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he used his grip on your hips to bounce you on his cock.
"M'gonna cum, Jack." you managed to whimper against his skin, so close you felt delirious.
Jack's hand cradled the back of your head, a gentle touch that was out of place amongst the almost violent pace at which he was fucking you.
"Let me take care of you, baby. You can let go, I've got you." He panted, desperately close himself. The way you ground against him on his downstroke, the way your walls gripped him like a vice, the way you bit down on his shoulder, the little muffled noises you made as you came, pulsating around him - it was too much.
"Jesuschristifuckingloveyou." he swore in a rush as he came too, flooding you with the warmth of his cum. The sensation never got old, never became any less thrilling for either of you. The implication of what could happen always hung heavy in the air, teasing you both.
Your head was spinning, unsure if you had just heard that or if it was merely a delusion conjured up by your mind. While you wondered, Jack leaned back to lie flat on the bed, still holding onto you tightly. His chest still rose and fell rapidly as he tried to recover. You kept your head buried against his neck, your thoughts racing.
Eventually, the silence became too much for you to bear. You were trying to think of what to say when Jack spoke up first.
"I know what you're thinking."
You felt his deep voice reverberating through his chest. You shivered as he swept his fingertips along your spine, gliding over the little ridges that lay under the skin.
"What am I thinking?"
The was a pause before he replied. "You're thinking that I just said that I loved you because I was nutting."
You shifted to rest your head on your arms, finally looking Jack in the eyes despite the fear you felt.
"Well, did you?"
Jack's gaze was measured, his eyes no longer clouded with lust but instead shone with what you were almost afraid to label as love.
He had meant what he said, the entire time he was at that stupid party all he could think of was how much better it would have been had you been there. He found himself wondering what you would have said, how you would have been unimpressed by the shameless gloating that was par for the course at these events. How the two of you would have laughed afterwards at the air of desperation; the middle aged men dressed stiffly in designer labels like mannequins, accompanied by their trophy wives who barely concealed their disgust at their husbands.
You weren't like that. You were a genuine soul, someone who put little worth in social status or money, or labels, designer or no. He realised that he had the opportunity to land everything he had ever wanted, providing he didn't fuck it up.
"Jack?" You were concerned at how long he was silent, unaware that he was having a revelation.
"I love you." He said firmly, gripping your face between his hands, smushing your cheeks slightly. You were sure you looked like a pug, but Jack's grip was unwavering.
"I love you." He repeated, laughing suddenly. "Holy shit, I love you. I really do. And I don't care if you believe me right now, because I'll prove it to you. I'll show you every single day."
You did wonder if he had perhaps lost his mind entirely. But his eyes were clear, looking directly into the deepest parts of your soul. You ignored the twinge of anxiety, the 'what if?' monster that never wasted the opportunity to rear its ugly head. You went with your gut instead, with the warmth that bloomed there like a garden of fresh wildflowers.
"I believe you." you replied. "And.. I love you too. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to expose myself. I didn't think you felt the same way."
A lazy grin spread across Jack's face. "You silly girl, of course I do. I wouldn't fly you halfway across the world just because I wanted to fuck you." At the sight of your raised eyebrow he quickly amended his statement. "Well I would, but only because I love you."
You couldn't help but mirror his grin, his happiness was infectious. You were about to tease him when you caught sight of the time.
It was just past 3 am.
And your flight left at 7 am.
You let out a noise of disgust, dropping your head back to Jack's chest.
"What's wrong now, angel? Did you remember something else I did? Am I about to get yelled at again?" Jack joked, poking you in the sides with his manicured fingernails.
"No, although if you keep poking me I can probably dig up another grievance." You grumbled. "My flight is in like 4 hours."
Jack's face fell, his arms wrapping around you tightly again. "Well you can't get on the flight if I don't let you go. How will you get dressed? They won't let you on the plane naked, never mind with my cum running down your leg."
Freeing one arm from his embrace you slapped him playfully on the chest. "Oh my god, shut up. You're gross."
"It's not gross, it's a fact." he shrugged.
"Please stay a bit longer." Jack's voice was small, hesitant. He wanted you here, wanted to take time off to spend with you, enjoy the island together as a couple. But he knew how important your job was to you, something he admired to no end about you. Just this once though, he hoped you'd throw caution to the wind and stay by his side.
"Okay." You found yourself saying without even thinking. "Work are going to kill me, but I guess I'll make it up to them."
Jack's eyes lit up, he had half been expecting you to turn him down. "Tell them your boyfriend has to make it up to you first, that's more important."
You snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure Sandra in HR is really invested in the intricacies of my relationship."
"Sandra's the old one right? Honestly that's probably the closest she gets to dick, you're doing her a favour if anything."
"So I guess from that perspective, I'm basically a saint. I'm helping the elderly." You struggled to hold back your laughter.
"So saintly, babe. So angelic and pure. In fact, so pure and godly, I'm almost sad that I have to defile you again."
As you laughed, Jack turned over, flipping you both so he was hovering over you. "Jack, wait, I had better call them to-"
He cut you off with a hungry kiss that took your breath away. "Call them later. They're not awake now anyway. But you know who is? Me. And I want to fuck my girlfriend, whom I love."
You giggled giddily, happiness bubbling in your chest like you had swallowed soda too fast.
"Alright, alright. You win, but only because I love you."
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