Naughty November 2025 || Jack Harkness + spit kink
Warnings/contains: gn! reader, smut/nsfw content, spit kink, riding/penetrative sex (not specified whether it's vaginal or anal since the reader's gender neutral), slight dom/sub dynamics (dom reader/sub Jack), marking kink, implied unprotected sex
Prompt list used | Naughty November 2025 masterlist
Beginning notes: did somebody say pathetic subby jack harkness? 👀
You were on top of him, your hands on his chest, your eyes staring down with a kind of lustful intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. Every bounce, every roll of your hips, it caused pleasure to erupt deep within him.
But that's not what he was waiting for.
Jack could tell that you knew what he wanted, from the smug expression on your face to the way you'd lean down every so often, your lips almost touching his before you pulled away again.
It was pure torture, and he was loving every minute of it, no matter how frustrating it was.
"God, you're killing me here," he breathed out while gripping onto your hips, not trying to guide your movements, just as a way to keep himself grounded.
"Am I?" Came your coy response as you batted your eyelashes oh so innocently at him. "Well, at least you can come back from it."
He huffed out a noise of a amusement at your words. Of course you would say something like that.
"Please," he begged, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. "Just one kiss, it doesn't even have to be a long one. You don't even have to spit in my mouth yet, I just want a kiss, please-"
"Alright, alright, drama queen." You rolled your eyes affectionately before leaning down and capturing his lips with an open-mouthed kiss, swiping your tongue against his teeth just to be a tease.
The moan he let out was pornstar worthy, his hands moving up to cup your face so you couldn't pull away from him too soon. Jack knew he said the kiss didn't have to be a long one, but he lied.
You could practically feel the way his cock was pulsing inside you, standing at attention even more than it already had been due to your tongue in his mouth. The kiss turned into something sloppy and desperate as you also couldn't bear to pull away just yet, your nails digging into his chest from where your hands still rested there.
He groaned in delight at the pleasure-pain mix, always loving it whenever you left marks behind of your encounters. The mere image of seeing bright red scratches down his back or dark purple hickeys on his neck in the mirror was enough to keep him hard for days.
The two of you finally parted with a soft pop, both of your lips wet and glistening with each other's saliva. But for him, it still wasn't enough. There could never be enough of you.
"Please spit in my mouth," he pleaded while trying to catch his breath, squirming around underneath you impatiently. "Please, I need to taste you again."
Pride sparked within your chest at the usually suave and flirtatious Captain Jack Harkness being reduced to a pitiful mess beneath you.
"So greedy," you murmured in a teasing manner, unable to keep the predatory look out of your eyes when watching him. "I could probably spit on your face and you'd like it, huh?"
Noticing the way he seemed to perk up like a dog hearing the word 'treat', you snorted and shook your head. "I'm not actually spitting on your face, so you can forget it. But-" you leaned in closer, speaking directly into his ear "-I will spit in your mouth... if you ask nicely."
"Please-" he immediately choked out upon fully processing your words, his eyes staring up at you in pure need. "Please please please-"
You let out a soft shushing noise while bringing your pointer finger down to press lightly against his lips. "Open your mouth," you commanded while pulling your hand away.
He obeyed as soon as you gave him the order, opening his mouth as wide as he possibly could. His body trembled in anticipation while he watched you gathering the saliva in your mouth before leaning down again and spitting right onto his tongue.
That alone was enough to send him over the edge, his cock spurting out a massive load of his hot and sticky seed inside of you. His eyes were closed in a blissful expression, his head tilted back as he allowed your spit to make its way down the back of his throat.
The taste of you was something he could never get tired of.
End notes: he's such a freak I swear /aff
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Naughty November 2025 || Jack Harkness + spit kink
Warnings/contains: gn! reader, smut/nsfw content, spit kink, riding/penetrative sex (not specified whether it's vaginal or anal since the reader's gender neutral), slight dom/sub dynamics (dom reader/sub Jack), marking kink, implied unprotected sex
Prompt list used | Naughty November 2025 masterlist
Beginning notes: did somebody say pathetic subby jack harkness? 👀
You were on top of him, your hands on his chest, your eyes staring down with a kind of lustful intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. Every bounce, every roll of your hips, it caused pleasure to erupt deep within him.
But that's not what he was waiting for.
Jack could tell that you knew what he wanted, from the smug expression on your face to the way you'd lean down every so often, your lips almost touching his before you pulled away again.
It was pure torture, and he was loving every minute of it, no matter how frustrating it was.
"God, you're killing me here," he breathed out while gripping onto your hips, not trying to guide your movements, just as a way to keep himself grounded.
"Am I?" Came your coy response as you batted your eyelashes oh so innocently at him. "Well, at least you can come back from it."
He huffed out a noise of a amusement at your words. Of course you would say something like that.
"Please," he begged, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. "Just one kiss, it doesn't even have to be a long one. You don't even have to spit in my mouth yet, I just want a kiss, please-"
"Alright, alright, drama queen." You rolled your eyes affectionately before leaning down and capturing his lips with an open-mouthed kiss, swiping your tongue against his teeth just to be a tease.
The moan he let out was pornstar worthy, his hands moving up to cup your face so you couldn't pull away from him too soon. Jack knew he said the kiss didn't have to be a long one, but he lied.
You could practically feel the way his cock was pulsing inside you, standing at attention even more than it already had been due to your tongue in his mouth. The kiss turned into something sloppy and desperate as you also couldn't bear to pull away just yet, your nails digging into his chest from where your hands still rested there.
He groaned in delight at the pleasure-pain mix, always loving it whenever you left marks behind of your encounters. The mere image of seeing bright red scratches down his back or dark purple hickeys on his neck in the mirror was enough to keep him hard for days.
The two of you finally parted with a soft pop, both of your lips wet and glistening with each other's saliva. But for him, it still wasn't enough. There could never be enough of you.
"Please spit in my mouth," he pleaded while trying to catch his breath, squirming around underneath you impatiently. "Please, I need to taste you again."
Pride sparked within your chest at the usually suave and flirtatious Captain Jack Harkness being reduced to a pitiful mess beneath you.
"So greedy," you murmured in a teasing manner, unable to keep the predatory look out of your eyes when watching him. "I could probably spit on your face and you'd like it, huh?"
Noticing the way he seemed to perk up like a dog hearing the word 'treat', you snorted and shook your head. "I'm not actually spitting on your face, so you can forget it. But-" you leaned in closer, speaking directly into his ear "-I will spit in your mouth... if you ask nicely."
"Please-" he immediately choked out upon fully processing your words, his eyes staring up at you in pure need. "Please please please-"
You let out a soft shushing noise while bringing your pointer finger down to press lightly against his lips. "Open your mouth," you commanded while pulling your hand away.
He obeyed as soon as you gave him the order, opening his mouth as wide as he possibly could. His body trembled in anticipation while he watched you gathering the saliva in your mouth before leaning down again and spitting right onto his tongue.
That alone was enough to send him over the edge, his cock spurting out a massive load of his hot and sticky seed inside of you. His eyes were closed in a blissful expression, his head tilted back as he allowed your spit to make its way down the back of his throat.
The taste of you was something he could never get tired of.
End notes: he's such a freak I swear /aff
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