tags; fem!reader,soft!dom jack,drug use and being impaired while engaging in sexual activity, age gap, jack calls reader kid, big dick jack because mommy says so,reader calls him gramps
a/n: this was genuinely supposed to be a 100 word little blurb but brain went a bit crazy,also this is mostly foreplay focused so apologies!. likes,comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
Itâs not something he does often,old college habits do die hard they say, but when you spam pictures of yourself holding a joint to your lips with your boobs practically spilling out of a flimsy little tank top and a plethora of accompanying texts begging and pleading for him to stop off at yours after his shift is over, well he just might have to indulge every now and then. He could make the 10 minute walk to your apartment complex with his eyes closed by now and he nearly does, lids heavy underneath black sunglasses as the morning sun hangs lazily in the sky. He can feel every muscle in his body crying out from exhaustion yet he carries himself like dead weight to your door,thumbing through your text feed,rereading your messages with your voice all husky and sexy the way it gets whenever you smoke in his head,adjusting himself in his cargos as he walks.
You get the good shit, he never asks where you get it from and youâve never found a reason to tell him. Youâre in the clouds already, he can tell the second heâs through the door and his bag is discarded in the corner of your tiny living room. Your eyes are glazed over when they meet his and for a second itâs like you can see right through him. âStuffâs not good for youâ he says closing the gap and taking the lit joint from your lips, head tilting back to take a good look at you before lifting it to his own. Something about the morning light streaming in from your cheap curtains and hitting your face suited you. âArrest meâ you tease as you throw yourself back onto the couch piled high with an array of mismatched pillows, wrists pressed together and a smile on your lips. That smile of yours. Feigned coyness, always tittering on the edge of danger. âYou could get me in trouble, yâknow thatâ
Youâre always so keen to share with him, youâve just got a âselfless heartâ as you liked to remind him with a laugh as you pass the joint back and forth while spilling ashes down your top and across the coffee table, smoking down to the filter before crawling across him to pluck another pre roll from your hidden stash in the side table. Youâve got on those shorts, the little red yoga style ones heâs seen you in a dozen times, worn in and so flush to the curve of your ass. They drive him just as crazy as the first time he saw you wear them and all he wants to do is is reach out and knead the back of your soft squishy thighs, to stroke down the curve of your spine and have you purring like a kitten. Youâve been tempting him the second he walked in the door with those fucking shorts, no the second you sent him those texts, no fuck it who is he kidding,since the second he laid eyes on you for the first time.
He loves how weed makes youâŚ.so pliable. Yeah,itâs like youâre putty in his hands when youâre this high, so soft and mouldable. He can position you anyway he likes while you look at him with that dumb expression. God heâd never admit it out loud but he loves that look. Eyes unfocused, smoke curling around your features,pouty mouth in that little o shape that has his mind in the gutter. You let him fling your bare legs onto his lap, let him rub a calloused palm up and down your calf while he sinks back into your couch and takes pull after pull. Heâd feel like some perverted old man if the situation was any different, feeling up on a girl half his age yet he knew that you were the one really calling the shots here, he was the one at your beck and call. He can feel the stress of the previous night melt away with each inhale of dense smoke and the not so subtle stir of his cock with each exhale. You know what youâre doing to him, you must, itâs obvious with the way youâre looking at him, eyes darting between his lips wrapped around the joint and back up to his eyes, fluttering those lashes acting so coy when you know exactly why you invited him over.
âCmereâ itâs barely a whisper but his voice cuts through the silence youâd fallen into, the only consistent sound being the burning of the paper as you take toke after toke and the shuffling of your legs in his lap. Your movements are slow, limbs heavy, mind floating somewhere above your body as you try to move closer towards the man staring at you like he might eat you alive. His eyes are all over you before his hands are, down the dip of your tank top, across the sliver of stomach showing, across the pretty way your shorts are riding up and cupping your pussy lips. âNo underwear?â he asks as you swing your legs over him, a sticky wet patch starting to bloom through the material covering your mound. âYouâre killing me here kidâ
You straddle him, giving a playful grind of your hips across his obvious bulge, the thick material of his cargo pants giving some much needed friction to your throbbing clit. You canât help but to giggle as his hands automatically dip past the waistband of your shorts to squeeze handfuls of your bare ass. âDidnât think Iâd need themâ you admit with a kiss to his neck. His touch is surprisingly soft as he takes his time to feel you up, only peeling off your top when you start to whine and beg for more. His fingers are on your nipples the second your tits spring free, pinching and pulling them till theyâre as hard and sensitive as his cock straining in his underwear. Soft lips are all over your chest,kissing as he holds the weight of your breasts in his hands,squeezing and fondling as his tongue comes out to flick one of your nipples. Everything feels heightened, almost ten fold, the stubble on his cheeks scratching your skin has you soaking through your shorts. Your skin is covered in goosebumps and your brain feels foggy and slow as you tangle your fingers in his grey curls trying to ground yourself.
âI know baby, I knowâ he moans into your mouth, hands rubbing soothing circles up and down your back âjust gotta give it a secâ. You wanna move, wanna rock your hips and feel him pressing into that sweet spot deep inside of you, but you listen. You pout and pant against his lips, paw at his broad shoulders in protest but you listen because when a man like Jack tells you to do something,you do what youâre told. The stretch of him is enough to have your body tensed up, from the second you slid down onto his cock the thickness was enough to have your eyes brimming with tears. He was only looking out for you, you knew that as strong arms held your body steady against his. He coos at you, strokes down your hair, letting you get used to the intrusion that was sending your body into overdrive. And it took such a level of restraint from him, your walls were practically strangling his cock, clenching and unclenching while all he wanted to do was fuck up into your heat till the whole apartment building knew his name. You can feel blunt fingernails dig into your shoulder blades as your pussy twitches and your arousal leaks down to his balls and thatâs enough for him to start bouncing you on his length.
He tries to be gentle as he cups your ass and slides you up his cock till only his head is prodding at your entrance,he tries to take it slow,he tries to be tender with you but you make it so difficult. Youâre moaning,youâre whining,youâre fucking mewling for him to fuck you harder,so he does. Heâs slamming you down onto his dick so hard that heâs sure the whole of Pittsburgh can hear the sound of your skin slapping together,itâs a carnal sound,the sound of your slick covered skin against his. He knows he wonât last with the way your hands are pulling at his hair and youâre panting in his ear,tits smushed into his face as you ride him into oblivion but he tries for you. He doesnât know where you get this energy from,puts it down to youthful vigorour as you grind your hips into him,his cock nestled deep inside you. âCanât keep up with you sweetheartâ he chuckles into the kiss you pulled him into. You bat your lashes at him as you take his bottom lip between your teeth,sucking it into your mouth. He tastes like your favourite strain of weed and sweat. âAh donât give up on me now grampsâ
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your wet, scratchy moans filled the space of the bedroom, harmonizing with the rhythmic creaks of the wooden headboard, shifting under the weight of jack fucking into you. the force made it pound into the wall like he was doing to you, a gruff groan spilling from his lips.
youâd been mouthy earlier, a real brat. and for what, you couldnât remember, because he was actively fucking it all out of you.
âso filthy, baby,â he cooed mockingly, drinking in the sloppy squelches of his full, thick cock slamming heavily into your walls, completely digging into the meat inside you. he had three of his fingers in your mouth, stretching your cheek out as he curved them into a strong grip, pads of his fingertips sitting on your teeth, grazing your slobbered up canines.
you had responded with a dragged out moan, tongue twitching against his now nearly pruned fingers. saliva drooled out of your mouth slowly, shaking on its way down to the pillow below you as jack continued to ruthlessly snap his hips, head tipped back, with hooded eyes fixated on the fatty recoil of your ass against his pelvis.
he was brutal. you couldnât get enough of it.
his free hand gripped tightly at the plush on your waist, pulling you back to match his thrusts, no doubt leaving harsh little bruises where he dug his aged and wide fingers into your flesh. âstill think âm stupid? huh, baby?â he grunted, shifting his leg due to the pain his prosthetic was giving him, unintentionally changing the angle of his cock.
âfuâuck!â you hiccupped, his tip repeatedly beating that one spot that made you see stars, making you white-knuckle the drenched sheets underneath your meshing bodies. you babbled mindlessly, too caught up in the feeling of him slipping in and out of your slicked cunt to fully reply to anything he was saying to you. it didnât help that he was sliding his fingers deeper into your mouth, catching the pool of spit threatening to fall.
you wrapped your plump lips around them, swirling your tongue across the skin etched with his life storyâevery gun he used in the war, every needle and thread used to suture. but now they were poking and prodding at the meat of your cheeks, brushing on your tastebuds as you sucked on them, creating even more of a mess as you imagined it being his cock, which was being desperately pulled in by your hole.
this was the messiest, most aggressive fuck of your lifeâand the first time heâs been like this with you. he was always gentle, taking it slow because he liked the build up, saying something along the lines of it being more intimate that way. heâd get rough on occasion, really only when youâd beg enough for it.
âcâmon, honey,â he started grasping at your heated body, slipping slightly at the sheen of sweat coating your skin. âup.â you suddenly felt your upper body being lifted, arms being restrained on your back and pulled to keep you up, jack leaning a bit more on his heels, knees planted deeper onto the bed to support you both.
his pace faltered for a second, but picked back up at the feel of you biting his fingers, mewls vibrating the bones in his hand. âshiiiit, sweetheartââ a low moan tore from his throat, contrasting the high-pitched whines coming out of you.
the creamy halo at his base was building up more and more as the seconds went by, his gaze locked on it as he twitched inside you. he pulled his hand from your mouth, saliva string connecting him to you, disintegrating in the air of his quick movements. he slapped a faint handprint against your ass, listening to the grumbled whimper he got in return, spit splayed on your skin from the impact.
he let go of your arms, watching as you let them limp at your sides. jack leaned down, full weight on your back as he wrapped his arm around your throat, sweaty bicep bulging under your chin, collecting the drool that managed to slip past your bottom lip, caught between your teeth.
âgonâ take you with me, sweetheart, youâd like that, huh? gonna cum with meââ he pressed a kiss to your temple, grinding into you as the sound of your mixed arousals filled the empty space, before a weak moan from you broke it. âyeah? want me to fill this pretty, bratty, pussy up? that what you want? want me to make you shakeâcum inside you?â he breathed into your ear, hot panting following soon after.
âmmngâhahâfuckâplease! pleâase, jack!â you gasped as he flexed harder against your throat, making your breath catch. your begging reply was all he needed to hear.
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