Arm Wrestle (M) ~ Jackson
i talk about boxing so much lmao
Pairing: Jackson x Reader
Jackson’s eyes watched you closely as you set your non-dominant leg forward, getting in your stance. He bit his lip as he saw you completely focus on the punching bag. Your eyebrows furrowed as you thought about how to go about your combos today.
“You know (Y/N), you standing there isn’t gonna get you anywhere,” Jackson says, laughing and standing up from the weight bench. He runs a hand through his hair and grabs his towel, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
“Whatever, I’m stronger than you anyways,” you retort, turning back to the punching bag.
It was his turn to furrow his eyebrows now. He walks behind you, watching you in the mirror. He smirks as he watches your eyes shut as he pulls you back against his toned chest, “Yeah right babe. I’m obviously stronger than you.”
You turn around and hold out your arms, “Take off my gloves. I’ll prove it to you.”
He pulls off your gloves and unwraps your hands, “Prove it to me.”
You grab his wrist and lead him upstairs to the kitchen and sit down at the table. You place your elbow down and hold out your arm, “Let’s go.”
He smirks as he sits down and grabs your hand, squeezing your hand a little. “Three, two, one…”
Both of your arms flexed, trying to force the other’s arm down to win. Your arm pushed with as much power as you could muster, and before you knew it, Jackson’s arm was on the table.
“Haha! I told you I’m stronger!” You cheer, playfully kissing both of your biceps to tease him. He rolls his eyes, “Whatever. I’m just tired from weightlifting earlier.”
You scoff, “Yeah right. I’m totally stronger than you. That boxing has definitely come in handy.”
Jackson stands up from his chair and walks over to you, pulling you out of it and into his arms. You gasp and hastily wrap your legs around his waist as he pushes you back up against the wall. His lips latch onto yours, kissing you with much more eagerness and dominance than usual. His hands grabbed onto your thighs and squeezed them, earning a soft groan from you.
Jackson pulls away and sets you down on the ground. His fingers grab onto the hem of your shirt and pull it off of you. Then, he pulls your shorts and panties down your legs. He kisses your thighs, hips, and stomach. All the way up your chest, your neck, and right to your sweet spot, harshly sucking on it.
You hook your fingers into the waistband of his basketball shorts and boxers and pull them low enough so that his hard cock can spring out. Your fingers wrap around him, thumb spreading the precum over his tip. He inhales sharply, squeezing your hips from the pleasure.
Before you could begin you jerk him, he lifts you back up against the wall and lines himself up with your entrance. “If I wasn’t strong I wouldn’t be able to do this would I?” He asks, not yet pushing in and pleasuring you both.
“No Jackson,” you whimper, doing whatever you can to at least have him inside of you. His dick pushes into you slowly, savoring the feeling of your warm, tight pussy expanding around him. Your eyes squeeze shut, fingers gripping his shoulders.
“Hands up (Y/N),” he says, pulling out and looking you straight in the eyes. “Jackson please-“ you plead.
“Goddammit (Y/N), if you don’t put your fucking hands up you won’t be allowed to cum tonight,” he says firmly. A sly smirk flashes across his face as he watches you hold your arms up above your head.
He thrusts back into you, not too hard, but not at all soft either. His soft but deep voice lets out a low groan, enjoying the feeling of being inside you. He didn’t want to move but cock warming definitely wasn’t his thing. So he pulled out and thrust into you again.
Jackson hadn’t even thrust into you many times before you whined, “Please let me touch you!”
His eyebrows furrow and he lets you down, flipping you so your ass is out with your head facing the wall. “Hands on the wall,” he demands, shoving himself right back into you.
Jackson was enjoying this, not letting you touch him. He loved the feeling of your hands all over his body, yes. But, hearing you whine and beg to touch him got him much more riled up. Skin slapping against skin filled the room, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust.
“O-oh fuck (Y/N), I’m almost there,” he moans, picking up the pace. You wanted to pull on his hair or hold onto his arms so damn bad.
“Jackson, yes! Baby please, please let me cum,” you beg, hands curling into fists as your walls clenched around his cock, making it harder for the both of you to hold on. The knot at the bottom of your stomach grew tighter and tighter, trying to hold on for as long as Jackson wants.
“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock,” he groans, tightly grabbing your hips and pulling you back onto him with each thrust. You cry out in bliss, releasing around his cock as he chases his orgasm. “Jackson! Ah! Ah!” you moan, trying to stay steady as he gives you a few hard thrusts before releasing inside of you.
His cock throbs as he shoots his warm load inside of you, filling you up completely. He pants and lowly growls, attempting to catch his breath. Jackson slowly pulls out, watching a mix of your cum slowly slide down your inner thigh.
“Not so weak now am I?” he laughs, pulling you up and into him. His arms wrap around you, holding you for a minute.
“I didn’t say you were weak, I just said I’m stronger,” you pout, slightly annoyed by the fact that he didn’t let you touch him at all.
“You won’t be stronger later, I demand a rematch.”
