thinking about taking care of jack after a LOOONNGGG day. hes spent hours networking, chatting up crowds etc and all he wants to do is come home to his (controversially younger!) girlfriend and let her jerk him off as she asks about his day
disclaimer: this is a piece of fictional work. although based on real people, the characters—and circumstances—presented are entirely fictional and should be treated as such.
slight power dynamics; handjobs; pet names (honey and baby); clothed sex;
MDNI 18+
w/ JACK SCHLOSSBERG
you've always thought that jack looked pretty when he was all dolled up. when his hair was swept off of his clean-shaven face and his slim body perfectly filled up a suit that was tailored just for him. when he unlocked a part of himself that you rarely see, even though it's such a big part of who he is. jack's always pretty to you, even if he glares in the mirror and turns his head this way and that before an event, nonverbally expressing how jarring it still is to see himself like the ones who came before him.
you'll tell him he looks good—whether that be via the words coming out of your mouth, or a restrained kiss that worked to transfer as little makeup as possible. maybe a gentle press of your fingers into his shoulders, or wrapping your arm around his back. either way, it was always honest.
but you truthfully prefer jack when he's like this—leaning back against the bathroom counter, his hair fallen out of the swept back wave, curls visible thanks to the late-summer humidity as well as the heat swirling in the bathroom from the previously running shower. you'd shut it off once jack breathlessly complained about wasting water.
he was right, but you still appeared a little upset about having to stop your task to reach a hand into the water and turn the dial off. you were back on jack within the minute, though.
your hand wrapped around his cock, while you stared up at him attentively, smiling and nodding as if you weren't languidly jerking him off and you both were just having a regular conversation. he's keeping up well, only faltering every so often, usually whenever you twist your hand around his tip every few strokes.
but he recovers quickly, clearing his throat and blinking a few times before picking up where he left off.
"then i had the meeting with my editors after lunch..." he continues detailing the events of his day, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time, only drifting off to the side whenever he has to think about something.
you could've undressed him completely, you probably should have, but you like how he looks like this. his pants unbuttoned and shoved down just enough for you to reach into his briefs and tug his dick free. his white shirt—no longer as crisp as it was this morning when you kissed him goodbye—unbuttoned to give way to the thin undershirt he wears. it's been lifted up now by your irreverent hands, sitting towards the top half of his midriff. you have a perfect view of the hair leading down towards his cock, along with his abdomen which tenses and relaxes periodically.
"uh-huh," you nod, glancing down for just a second before bringing your attention right back up.
you're the one getting him off, but his gaze still makes you feel a little hot. the intensity in his dark eyes which are framed by shadows of long lashes. the prominent furrow of his brows when he hesitates, paired with the flicker of his tongue over his lips.
he's so pretty. you don't think you'll ever get tired of looking at him.
"i got a drink from that place we wanted to try." this snaps you out of your daze.
"what? without me?"
jack smiles a bit and your attention is briefly brought to the grooves along the side of his mouth. he speaks through a grin. "sorry, it was on the way!"
"you're a traitor."
"if it makes you feel any better the drink was really—" his words taper off into a moan. it's satisfying to see his eyes screw shut, his mouth falling open.
you would wait for him to continue, to either confirm your suspicions and tell you that the overpriced drink was the best thing he's ever had, or that it wasn't worth his money, but you can tell he's lost his train of thought.
one of his hands lift off of the counter and flail uselessly in the air for a second before it finds you, wrapping around your forearm and then drifting to gently cup your elbow.
"close. 'm close."
as if you needed him to tell you. you can tell, it's written all over him; from the way the center of his eyebrows reach for his hairline, to the way you can feel his dick throbbing in your hand.
the audible slick! gets louder as you increase your pace just enough, determination driving your movements. you keep going, trying to push him closer and closer, waiting for him to tell you what he wants.
his lips hang open, not a single word coming from them, and then he speaks. "talk to me. c'mon, honey. help me out."
you're quick with it. "you're so pretty, baby. i love it when you let me do this. i can feel you, y'know? can feel how bad you wanna come. go ahead. please? for me?"
it gets him every time.
he curves away from you at first, his head falling back, resting between his shoulder blades as the initial spurts of cum shoot out onto your hand. and then he slumps forward, large frame swaying in the air until you catch him. you stumble from the weight, but you're struck still by a long arm winding around your waist, keeping you right there as jack comes into your hand and a little onto your belly.
warnings: p0rn no plot, oral (r recieving), fingering, praise, petnames (angel, baby, doll, sweetheart), squirting, calls himself daddy, he’s a tini bit mean at the end :(, chat i do not know how to write shit after the smut is over, i RUSHED this so my apologies if it’s not the best
parings: jack schlossberg x f!reader
“i need you. right now.”
those five words was all it took for you to end up like this. naked, legs spread impossibly wide, with jacks head buried into your cunt as he ripped orgasm after orgasm from you. his tongue wildly lapped at your swollen clit like he was a dog dying of thirst. his fingers plunged into you, his fingertips kissing the spongy spot deep inside you until your mind was fuzzy.
you didnt know what gotten into him. he had never been this messy and relentless with you before. you desperately tried to unlatch your cunt from him by pulling away only to be met with his whiny voice. “pleasepleaseplease angel just one more then we’ll stop,” he sputtered against your pussy. “j’st can’t get ‘nough of your pretty pussy, doll"
if it weren’t for your dazed state you would’ve known it was far from the last orgasm. you should've pushed him away and saved yourself from the hours of torture he was about to perform on you pussy, but you simply nodded and let out a squeaky "okay".
your body felt numb, yet you felt every little graze at the same time. you felt so utterly exposed. his long fingers trusted in and out of your squelching cunt. the sounds were pornographic, the loud wet sounds coming from between your legs mixed with both of your moans made your pussy throb and your stomach tighten.
“m’ close !!” you cried out.
“c’mon sweetheart,” his voice was muffled. “you can do it baby, cum all over daddy’s face”
the feeling of your gummy walls contract around his fingers only made his desire to make you cum stronger. his tongue swirled around your clit, his fingers curled deep into you. and with one final thrust of his fingers and caress of his tongue, you came undone.
it was if the earth stopped moving on its axis. all the oxygen was ripped from your lungs as you screamed through your orgasm. you gushed all over his face, spraying your sweet juices all in his mouth.
“d’ you just squirt, dolly?” it came out as a laugh more than a question.
“mgfh” you groaned, rolling over on your side and curling up into a fetal position.
he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back towards the edge of the bed.
“ah ah ah, we’re not done yet baby,” he smirked. “did you really think i’d make you cum once and let you go to sleep? what’s with that dumb lil’ brain of yours today, sweet thing?”
jack had been married, but his marriage was in shambles. ever since he started running as a presidential candidate up until the moment he became president. he had no one to go to for support, his wife distanced herself, taking their daughter alone and letting jack go through things by himself. then he met you.
he told you about his problems, talked on the phone, took you for late night walks in the white house garden, it was all so nice. it started off as something small, you both met at a bar, jack resorting to the strongest liquor as a way to cope with the stress of his wife potentially leaving, and you being the most sober person in the bar, making sure he makes it out alive. his wife never left him though. and she still doesn’t know what’s happening between the two of you.
anyway that’s how you ended up a month later, late night in the oval office, jacks button up white shirt sliding off your shoulder while you bounced on his cock in his president’s chair. jack continued to unbutton his shirt that was clad around your body and began to suck on your tits, leaving you in pleasure as you threw your head back.
“get up.” you quickly obeyed and stood on your feet, jack turned you around and bent you over his desk, quickly shoving his cock back into you and thrusting hard, his strong hands grabbed your waist and one hand was used to smack your ass, leaving a mark.
“you love being bent over my desk like a dirty fucking slut don’t you.” you whimpered and nodded, but jack gripped onto your hair and brung your back to meet his chest, you squealed loudly as he continued thrusting. “say it. say you like being a dirty slut. my dirty slut.”
you gasped as he gripped your throat. “i love being your dirty slut.” you cried and he had the audacity to laugh and force your head back onto his desk. he grunted as he gave you a few more hard thrusts, until he pulled out and you cried out at the loss of contact. he turned you around and gripped your face, “shut the fuck up.” then he crashed his mouth onto yours.
the makeout was quick and hot, jacks tongue fought for dominance against yours and you could feel the saliva swapping, that just make it even more hotter. jack pulled away and forced your mouth open, then he spit in it. “swallow.” you obeyed and jack smirked, caressing your face.
“you wanna get fucked more, huh baby? one orgasm wasn’t enough for you?” you shook your head and jack picked you up, shoving you against his window as he forced his cock back into you. “i’ll fuck you till you had enough don’t worry baby.”
you moaned out loud and began scratching at his back as his big arms wrapped around you and bounced your tiny figure up and down, all the pleasure becoming too overwhelming for you to handle. jack laughed in your ear, “don’t worry baby i got you. i won’t let you fall.”
after a few more thrusts, you came. but jack had other plans. “get on your knees.” you quickly got on your knees and jack forced his cock into your mouth, making you gag around it.
he groaned and threw his head back, gripping onto your hair for more support as you continued sucking the life out of him. you bobbed your head back and forth and gathered saliva into your mouth, letting his cock fall out so you can spit on it. you giggled as you slapped it against your face and pouted your lips up at him. he looked down at you, “fuck baby your so pretty.” you nodded and became stroking his cock, making sure to look up at him with low and seductive eyes at the same time.
“fuck i’m gonna come.” jack shot out spurts of cum onto your face, covering it all. you rubbed his cock all over you and licked his tip to collect any leftover cum, before using your fingers to lick his cum off your face.
jack pulled you up by your neck and sloppily kissed you, picking you up and bringing him into his bedroom. “my dirty fucking girl.” you giggled and wrapped your legs around him.
little did he know, his wife was on his way to speak with him about marriage counseling. yikes, that’s scandalous.
only for your pleasure of course. he loves making his girl feel good. you’d be bouncing on his girthy cock, wet sounds filling the room along with you loud moans & whimpers, while jack just looks up and watches you, while his hands gripping your hips and occasionally grabbing your tits. he can tell your close just by the laziness of your movements and the constantly throwing your head back while you rolled your hips on his. “fuck jack baby please.” you whimpered and put your hands on his chest, all tired and fucked out.
“cmere baby.” he said in a low, raspy morning voice. he pulled you down onto him and crashed his lips onto yours, slipping in his tongue and running his long, veiny hand through your hair, while his other hand caressed and squeezed your ass. “you like makin a mess on my cock huh pretty girl.” he smirked at you and you nodded, you started grinding your hips back and forth against his again until he stopped your movements and started fucking up into you.
you moaned loudly and threw your head back, one of your hands gripping onto the headboard and the other onto the pillows. “cmon baby i know you got one more in you. do you pretty girl?” you nodded and buried your head into his neck and continued moaning. “no say it y/n. say you’ll cum for me again baby.”
“fuck yes jack i’ll cum for you.” he laughed in your ear as he continued fucking up into you, keeping up his pace and occasionally smacking your ass. he grunted as he felt you clench around him and threw his head back into the pillows. you whimper his name and throw your ass down on him, matching his rhythm as you both try to chase your highs together.
he feels your body tense up and you start to tremble and he wraps his big, buff, veiny arms around you to hold you close so you don’t try to run away. he knows your close. he was forcing you to take every inch of his cock while he whispered dirty things into your ear. “you like when i fuck you like this princess? you gonna squirt all over my cock?” all you could do was cry out and squeal from the pleasure.
“give it to me baby. cum all over this dick.”. you squeezed your eyes shut and continued to rock back and forth against his cock while you came. you whimpered against him and gripped onto his hair, looking for support in something. a few moments after, jack grunted into your ear and came himself. he always made sure you came first. “oh fuck baby this pussy feels so good.”
he rubbed on your back and tried his best not to ruin your high, “calm down baby i know.” he continued to let you rock back and forth.
“look at you princess you did it for me, didn’t you.”
disclaimer: this is a piece of fictional work. although based on real people, the characters—and circumstances—presented are entirely fictional and should be treated as such.
jack's away for work, but you convince him to call you for a bit.
slight power dynamics; phone sex; masturbation; lowkey fluff MDNI 18+
w/ JACK SCHLOSSBERG
as soon as he answers the call, you can tell he's a little tipsy. there's a shine to his eyes, his gaze more relaxed than usual, his blinks less punctual as he stares down into the phone almost at an aerial view.
then he speaks, an energetic, drawn out and almost bimbo-esque "hey" yelled right into the microphone. there's commotion in the background, music and chatter layered together with an almost synthetic perfection.
"hey, where are you?" you squint at the screen, already swiping out of facetime and clicking on his location whenever he starts answering.
"uh i'm out. at dinner. want me to call you later?"
by the time later comes, you might be knocked out and drooling into the pillows with your phone limply hanging in your hand.
but you've been dying to talk to him. you've seen nothing but media coverage of his day—tiktoks from students on campus, tweets from people who claim to have walked by him while he was on his ripstick, a few pictures with curt messages sent from him. you haven't actually spoken to jack since early this morning when you were still too tired, sleep still clouding your vision as you answered his phone call.
you're desperate to speak to him while you're mostly coherent, so you agree.
you hang up after he gives you three exaggerated kisses into the camera. you wait for a while, watch a few episodes of a show you stopped watching months ago, read a few articles you've been meaning to get to. you consider a snack, maybe something a little sweet, but that requires getting out of bed and the mattress and sheets have already conformed to perfectly house your body. in the spirit of comfort, you stay put.
when your phone vibrates against the sheets, it crudely wakes you up. it takes a second for your heart rate to calm down, but you don't focus on that when you accept jack's call—not a facetime this time which you're a little upset about, but you won't complain.
you put it on speaker and snuggle back under the duvet.
"hey, honey."
you hum, trying to fight off a yawn as you stretch, responding to him all the while.
"you were asleep, weren't you?" he sounds like he's exerting himself. you assume he's walking back to his hotel.
"yeah, but it's fine. what's up? are you heading back to your room?"
"nah, i've been back for a little while now. are you sure you don't wanna go back to sleep?"
you smile a little, slowly waking up by the minute. "i'm sure, jack. i wanna talk to you."
a second passes and your eyelids are getting heavier. you adjust yourself to sit up a bit more in effort to stay awake.
"where'd you go for dinner?" you ask him.
"there was this uh ... this historic place not far from the hotel. i went with a few people i met earlier."
"yeah? how was the food?"
he takes a breath, a sharp inhale that's followed by sounds of rustling. "it's was okay, y'know? like you could tell the chefs cared about what they were doing but i wouldn't say it was made with love."
you snort. "food that's made with love's gonna be hard to find."
"hey, we did it once, we can do it again."
you agree halfheartedly, solely because you're so tired that you cant even think to open your mouth right now. it's quiet again and there's a sound on the other side of the line. it sounds familiar, or at least familiar enough. if you weren't between sleep and wake you might've figured it out by now.
he covers the noise with his voice. "what about you? what're you doing?"
"laying in bed. feels nice to lay on your side for once."
"hey!" he sounds offended, but you know he doesn't mean it. "don't get too comfortable. you're gonna fuck up the feng shui."
"i'm not touching anything, i promise."
this time he hums noncommittally. you're sure he knows you've adjusted his pillows to your liking, using the one that smells the most like him as your own personal stuffed animal.
"can i be cliché for a second?"
the switch is abrupt. you hesitate, narrowing your eyes down at the phone as if you could see jack. you wish you could.
"sure...? but before you do that, why aren't we facetiming?"
"it felt too intimate."
"too intimate? how?"
"just ... just let me say my cliché line, okay?"
"okay." you laugh a bit, sitting back and waiting for whatever jack's gonna say this time.
he waits and you don't know if it's because he's nervous, or because he's trying to build suspense. with jack, it could really be either.
he takes a breath and you prepare yourself.
"what're you wearing?" he deepens his voice as he says it, like he's trying to make you laugh. and you do. you tilt your head back and let out an honest, good laugh. but then you realize that while he was making you laugh, he wasn't joking.
you put it together.
not facetiming because it felt 'too intimate' for him, the sounds on the other side of the line—slick sounds that you know far too well—his cliché ask to know what you're wearing.
"you're a pervert, you know that?"
"only because you love to remind me every 3 business days."
"just telling the truth, baby."
"c'mon," he shifts again and you wonder how long he's been at this. has he been edging himself? waiting to hear about your day before he cued you in on what he was doing? how long did he wait to call you? "tell me what you're wearing. i need the image."
you pull your legs up beneath the duvet, bringing the covering with you.
"nothing too sexy, don't get your hopes up. just my underwear and a shirt."
jack groans but not out of pleasure. out of frustration. "yeah and that really narrows it down. give me some description, some color. really paint a picture."
you groan. he's so demanding tonight.
"fine. black panties, the lacy boy short ones. and that creed shirt i bought like two months ago. the impulse purchase."
his hum is one of satisfaction. he sighs and you hear a croak, as if he'd just opened his mouth and let whatever sound brewing in his throat come out without conscious orchestration.
"will you touch yourself, too? i don't wanna be the only one doing it," he asks.
you consider it, but even the thought of lifting your hand and spreading your legs tires you out. you're still barely awake as is, and an orgasm would help put you right to sleep, but you don't want it right now.
"not tonight."
"tomorrow?" his voice is full of so much hope that you grin.
"yeah, tomorrow. sure." you chew on your bottom lip. "if you let me see when you come."
there's a single moment that passes and then the picture of jack's contact turns into a reflection of you. you don't waste anytime answering the incoming facetime call, instantly clicking the green and then lifting the phone to a full image of your face.
the sight is as beautiful as you thought it would be. jack is illuminated mostly by the reflection of you. there's a slight warm light source coming from in front of him, maybe a lamp, but most of the light comes from only you.
he has you looking at him from a downward angle, as if his phone is sitting right atop one of his thighs. he stares down at you for a few moments, his eyes heavy and lidded, completely relaxed. his tongue flicks out over his lips and then he leaves them parted. he's not as quiet as he was before, letting audible breaths slip out. you can hear the shlick of his hand gliding over his dick, too.
you wanna see that angle, too, but you can tell he's close and you don't wanna risk missing that. so you sit and watch, taking note of the small pinch between his eyebrows, the way he sucks in air through his teeth as he winces, his head tipping back. he's bracing himself and you see the exact moment where his orgasm happens.
he's talking to you, telling you he's close, instinctively chanting "almost there, almost there, just a bit more" like he usually does when you're together.
he tenses for a moment, the dimples in his cheeks pronounced, and then he relaxes. his features soften, his eyes stay closed but his eyebrows lift. he looks completely at peace.
he's coming down when you tell him, "you're so pretty". he grins, big and earnest.
"you're prettier," he tells you as he offsets the camera, giving you a view of the pillows until he corrects it. "you wanna accompany me in the shower?"
again, you agree, but it's not much accompanying as you're dozing off by the time the water temperature has been set exactly to jack's liking and he's finally standing under the stream.
you fall asleep to the sound of water running and jack singing unwritten.
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