Sunny Day Jack x fem!Reader
Tags/CW: sadodere!Jack, soft dom!Jack, black reader, reader is described with coily hair, reader has a stutter, reader kind of bimbo-coded, blowjobs, descriptive, cum is flavored cus I said so, ts is just hornyyyy
That's the third time you've gagged. And the third time Jack as "accidentally" thrusted a bit too hard.
And your irritation must've shown clearly as you heard Jack chuckle above you. "Aw, I'm sorry. Am I being too rough?" He cooed.
You tapped his thigh, pulling off when he gave you a nod as the go ahead. "Why- why are you... being such a di-ick about ... this?"
His eyes crinkled in delight while he sported his usual grin, "I'm just having some fun. You looked so cute trying to take it all in your mouth, I couldn't help but tease just a little."
"You- you're gonna make me throw- spit up if you keep doing that."
"You're not gonna throw up, don't be dramatic." He chided. Though dismissive either way, it felt more like a parent brushing off a kid screaming about boo-boos than a douchey boyfriend. Like it made you feel silly for even asking.
"Hey," you looked back up at him when he tugged your hair a bit, "Don't act like you don't like when I'm just a little mean to you~."
Heat flushes to the front of your skin and your bottom lip comes out in an indignant pout. Jack snickers again, with his hand coming down to caress your cheek and whisper brief praises about how "cute" you are.
Then, he places his elbow on the footboard to prop his head up on his hand, whilst stroking his chin with a finger.
"Listen, if you caaaan... hold your breath for however long I'm using you, then maybe I'll consider going easy on you."
Your eyes widened, "You nnn-nn-know I can't hold my breath, Jack! That sucks-"
"Aw, hush." He interrupts again, a wry grin on his face. "I wouldn't make up do anything you couldn't handle, Sunshine. You know that."
You huffed at his sardonic attitude, but nonetheless, prepared to take him in your mouth again, relaxing your throat by taking a deep breath before grabbing hold of his dick and giving the shaft a few experimental squeezes.
Jack's eyes flutter closed, "Ohh~ gosh, you're doing so well."
While stroking, your hand comes up every two beats to massage his cock-head with your thumb, drawing a bead of precum from the tip.
"Uhh! " Jack bucked his hips slightly, "So good! "
The timbre of his praise goes straight to your core, making you squeeze your thighs together. Your breathing gets a bit ragged and shallow; it's embarrassingly easy to make you fall apart.
And from the way he peeks out one eye to smirk at your flustered expression, you can tell he knows it too. Bastard.
Finally, licking your lips, you dip your head and let his dick slip past your lips and slide along your tongue to the end of your throat. He wasn't the longest, but the girth filling your mouth felt oddly satisfying. It almost had you imagining how he'd be inside...
You moaned softly around him. He sighed wistfully, almost relaxed by the warmth of your throat. But of course, this was only the start.
Jack's hand slid along your head and pulled your head back by the coily puff, forcing you to look into his eyes directly. His dark eyes sent chills down your spine.
"I think I'll take it from here, since it's been so hard for you, Sunspot."
He pulled your head back and thrusted in further when he pulled you down. His movements were shallow though, enough so that he would lead your throat to constrict around his shaft but not so much that it’d hit your uvula and choke you like he'd done before.
You guessed in his own sadistic way, he could keep a promise.
Of course this didn't mean you'd be getting a simple front row seat however. You made it nice and wet for him, attempting to suckle and flick your tongue under his shaft and over his more sensitive veiny areas.
Jack was almost certainly feeling the affects, huffing, and letting genuine needy moans slip out.
"Ah- you can be such a little brat. You're not slick, you little- ngh~! Fuck, I'm close‐"
That even lilt in his voice was gone, replaced with a tremor. And the little curses he would get on you for using? He was reciting them like a prayer under his breath.
"Fuck, fuck, shit, Sunshine-" he cried out your name with a trembling thrust, pulling you close and to where your nose met his navel with the little happy trail. His head threw back with a groan. Warmth spurted and filled your throat... creamy and sweet like viscous batter.
Your took your sweet time pulling off to savor every inch, letting go with a pop and wiping the remaining trickles away roughly to hide your smile.
Jack was making something like a pout. Or more like making a look that said you were caught and he wasn't amused with your mischief.
"And what are you so happy about, missy?"
You just shake your head and shrug, a smile still wide on your face.
Admittedly, watching Jack fall apart like this above you was a highlight of these kinds of sexscapades. It was just funny. Not that he looked bad or ridiculous. But it was both arousing and amusing to see the typically coy clown man lose himself to a cluster of senses like that.
He helped you up easy and pulled you close to hold your hip with one hand and softly rub a circle at the other side. It was seemingly him being a gentleman and giving you a moment of ease since your poor knees might be sore...
... at least until the hand that rubbed your skin, swiftly pulled down your thin shorts. There was an indent on the wet spot of your panties. He looked with a seemingly impassive expression before looking at you smugly.
"Were you so eager for the next part you had to use your heel?" Jack asked softly.
You grinned almost dopey before scratching the back of your head. "Sorry. You're not mad, are you?"
"Not particularly," his voice dips low as he pulls you up and places you on the bed before pushing you down and slotting himself between your legs.
"Though, I think I should teach you a lesson about being impatient~."
