Jack Marston cockwarming but not for him, for YOU!!! Maybe as like a punishment bc he was being a brat... ohh brat Jack 🤤
AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN if he gets too desperate and starts trying to fuck into you, you pull his hair and mock him for not being patient enough. OHHHH OR MAYBE LETTING HIM THRUST INTO YOU, PRAISING HIM FOR HITTING THE RIGHT SPOT BUT NOT LETTING HIM CUM UNTIL YOU DO. UGHHH.
I'm so sorry for taking so long with this!!! I wanted to write a drabble and it just took me a shit-ton of time :'D
Tags: explicit sexual content, reader has a vagina, Jack is a bit of a sub
Jack's fingers dig into the softness of your hips, his clammy hands trembling as his palms press against your curves. Dark eyebrows closely furrowed together, he gazes up at you, lust swirling in his eyes and behind that, a clear indication of the internal battle he's struggling with.
Let's try some cockwarming, you said. It'll be fun, you said.
Now his cock is throbbing with want and need, all the while you grin down on him.
Your fingers dance across the side of his face, brushing some of his black hair strands away and tugging them behind his ears. His hair, it's sticking to his sweaty forehead and his flushed cheeks. A shade of pink is covering his skin, adding a blush that very much suits him as he stares at you in awe. An unspoken plea lies behind that expression, pushing through the adoration edged into his features.
All he wants is to fuck up into your cunt, have his tip kiss your cervix and his cock stretch your walls that clench around him. It feels like you're sucking him in, deeper and deeper with every slight twitch of his body or yours. Jack is so sure that he's slowly losing his mind, brain clouded with desire and at this point, he's ready to do about anything to be allowed to move.
Bark, jump, roll around. Whatever it is that you want. At one point (it feels like en entire lifetime), he simply forgets himself and rolls his hips. It's the smallest of movements, but of course it doesn't go unnoticed. A single thrust, one that hits your sweet spot at just the right angle and steals the most wonderful noise from your lips. He wants to hear it again, to hear more and so he does it again.
Back arched, your eyes flutter shut and your grip on his shoulders tightens. Nails buried so deep into his skin that they leave crescent shaped marks, Jack relishes in the sharp pain it brings. It stings, shooting through his veins like a jolt of electricity and he feels like cumming right then and there. He's been close to his orgasm for such a long time that the smallest of things could make him bust.
If only you'd allow him to move...














