Beg For It | Jeff Wittek
ok so i took this from here. nobody requested it but me and ashley (as always) were talking about one of jeff’s 203 sides and i needed to write this. so thank you ashley for this. my inspo for probably everything now.
this just might be the actual filthiest thing i’ve ever written so um yeah majorrr smut warning.
Your music blared through Jeff’s apartment as you went room to room, cleaning everything to perfection. It was no surprise that this quarantine was getting to your head and the only thing you could do was clean all day. So that’s what you did.
Jeff made it very clear that touching any of his barber things when he’s not around is the only thing off limits. But does that mean cleaning his area is off limits, too? You were about to find out.
Just as you were about done without putting anything out of its place, your hip accidentally knocks his desk causing things to fall everywhere. Not only were hairspray and hair gel bottles everywhere, but sitting right at your feet, in too many pieces to fix, were his hair clippers.
“Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” You scrambled to pick up the pieces, making sure not to leave anything on the ground. Tears pricked your eyes, knowing how pissed your boyfriend is going to be when he gets home.
You debated for the next hour whether or not you should tell Jeff now or wait to tell him face to face. For a lot of people, they wouldn’t see the problem with the accident. But Jeff’s entire life revolved around cutting hair. Those clippers were like his baby and you were dreading the moment you had to tell him.
It wasn’t long before Jeff finally came home. Which means you didn’t have enough time to prepare for the disaster that was about to happen.
“Hi baby,” Jeff says as he drops his keys on the counter and walks over to you. You stayed silent as you stared at your boyfriend, mentally telling him you fucked up. “(Y/N) what happened...baby what did you do?” His voice was low, but his words laced with slight anger.
“It was an accident. I-”
“(Y/N)...”
Tears brimmed your eyes, your gaze focusing on anything that wasn’t Jeff, “I was cleaning and I wanted to make your space really nice so you didn’t have to do it and you could relax for on-”
“Spit it out (Y/N)” Jeff hissed, his arms crossed over his chest as he backed away.
“I broke your clippers,” your words came out barely audible. You glanced up at Jeff to see his face burning with rage.
He ran his fingers through his hair, laughing from the irritation building up inside him, “This is a fucking joke. Where’s the camera? Huh?” It caught you by surprise when Jeff started throwing pillows and blankets around, eventually moving towards books and anything that wouldn’t cause too much damage to the apartment.
“It was an accident! Jeff stop!” You didn’t bother holding back the tears anymore as Jeff tore apart the living room. “Baby, please!”
“God fucking damn it, (Y/N)! You had one job. One! You couldn’t leave my shit alone?!”
“Jeff- I-”
Jeff’s pacing back and forth trying to calm himself down, but you don’t dare move from your spot.
“I don’t ask much from you. The only thing I asked was that you stay away from my space. And you couldn’t even do that,” Jeff rubbed his face, letting out a huff of air before leaving the apartment. Your tears continued as you started picking up the thrown objects around the room.
It’s been hours since Jeff left and part of you didn’t think he was coming home tonight. Hanging onto that small bit of hope, you crawled into bed to pass the time with your tv. A couple more hours passed before you heard the door to the apartment open and shut quietly, as if Jeff didn’t want you to know he was home.
Cautiously creeping into the bedroom, Jeff shuffled across the room peeling his clothes off with every step. Your attention remained on your tv as he settled under the covers with you. With his back resting against the headboard, you scooted farther away from him hoping he would get the hint not to bother you.
The TV became white noise to the both of you. A distraction to keep you from going at each other’s throats.
After what felt like 3 days of silence, Jeff finally opened his mouth, “Baby,” you pulled your hand away as he tried to reach for it, “I’m sorry, okay?” You stayed quiet, turning your body so your back was facing him. “Please talk to me baby.”
The bed squeaked as Jeff slid down, moving his body behind yours. His lips trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck, all the way down your arm.
You let out a deep sigh, giving into him, “You’re a fucking asshole. You know that?”
“I know. But I asked you not to touch my stuff. You have to see my side,” Jeff mumbled as he continued kissing every inch of your body that he possibly can.
“I get that, Jeff. I do. But you left without even listening to me. Not to mention you were gone for hours with no calls, no texts. Nothing.”
Jeff stops with the kisses and rests his chin on your shoulder, “Ok. I get it. I’m an asshole. I shouldn’t have left. Now can you forgive me, please?”
You turned around to face him, finally getting a good look at him. His eyes were puffy and dark, clearly tired. Your hand cupped his face, “I’ll think about it. Okay?”
But that wasn’t enough for him. In one swift movement, Jeff pushed your back down and hovered over your. Placing kisses all over your neck, down your chest and stomach, “Please, baby,” Jeff mumbles in between kisses, “I’ll do anything for you to forgive me.” His lips slowly trailing down your panties, “Anything,” he says, his breath hot against the cloth.
He knows what he’s doing to you, but you weren’t gonna give into him that easily. Not this time. You run your hand through his hair, “Anything, baby?” you question him as he continues to place kisses through your panties.
A smile plays on your lips as he nods, “Then let me go to bed,” you say as you push him off of you. Turning your back to him again, Jeff groans at your stubbornness but he doesn’t put up a fight.
Eventually Jeff fell asleep without another word from either of you. But you on the other hand couldn’t fall asleep after your boyfriend's little game. You turned your head to make sure Jeff was fully asleep before quietly getting out of bed and changing into something more...inappropriate.
Getting back into bed, you swing your legs over Jeff’s lap, careful not to wake him. Your lips pressed against his neck, working at his sweet spot and your hand played with the waistband of his boxers. Pushing your hips down, the pressure woke Jeff up instantly, “Fuck, (Y/N). What are you doing?” He practically moans as his head shoots up.
You pull away from his neck and sit up causing Jeff’s eyes to widen from your choice of minimal clothing, “Just having some fun,” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you slip your hand into his boxers.
You watch Jeff throw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut from the pleasure. “God, (Y/N). You’re fucking wild.” His hands grip your thighs as you run your thumb over his head.
Completely vulnerable under your touch, Jeff whimpers, “Don’t fuck with me, baby,” Your hand working painfully slow to give him what he needs only for you remove it completely.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do tonight,” your hands intertwined with Jeff’s, pinning them over his head. Grinding your hips down hard, you can feel Jeff’s bulge get harder from your actions.
Your lips returned to his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. Circling your hips was enough to make Jeff cum right there, but you weren’t gonna let him off that easy. You lifted your hips and shimmied further down his body. Leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach, you take the waistband on his boxers between your teeth and pull them down with the help of your hands.
Jeff wasted no time wrapping his hand in your head, involuntarily pushed your head down to his cock. “No, baby. We’re doing things my way this time,” Jeff hisses as you pull his hands from your hair, tying them to the headboard.
Settling yourself between his legs, you blew cold air against Jeff’s cock, causing him to buck his hips up. “Be careful baby, doing what you’re not told is gonna make this worse for you.” you cooed.
You dragged your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the top, swirling it around his head.
“Fuckin’ hell, (Y/N),” Jeff moaned, wanting nothing more than to touch you.
With one hand gripping his thigh, the other wrapped around his cock, covering what your mouth counted. Jeff’s moans filled the room. His hands pulled at the tie that bounded him to the bed.
Inching closer to his climax, Jeff accidentally bucked his hips up, making you gag against him. He cursed under his breath, knowing he shouldn’t have done that. “Fuck. (Y/N), babe. I- I’m sorry, that- I didn’t-” Jeff stuttered as you looked up at him through your lashes.
Whimpering from the loss of contact, you bring yourself back up to his face, “You shouldn’t have done that,” you say, your hand grabbed his jaw, “I told you not to do that,” Your thumb traced his bottom lip before you kissed him, quite forcefully. Just as Jeff tried to deepen the kiss, you pulled away and climbed off of him to settle on the other side of the bed.
“(Y/N), come on. This isn’t fucking fun anymore,” Jeff hisses, his hands punching the wall behind him.
“I don’t know baby, I’m having a lot of fun,” you say as you lean back on your elbows, your legs spread far enough to give Jeff a perfect view. Your hand slipping into your panties, feeling how wet Jeff made you. A moan slipped through your mouth as you slipped a finger into yourself, pumping slowly at first and getting faster with each passing second.
You watched Jeff’s face burn, wishing it was him making you feel this good. Knowing it should be his fingers getting you off. “Maybe next time you’ll learn to be a good boy,” you breathe out before letting out a string of moans.
“What the fuck, (Y/N),” Jeff groans, “Baby, please,” Jeff begs, making you stop your movements.
You slipped your hand out and crawled over to your frustrated boyfriend, “Please what?” you whisper as you work to untie Jeff. “I want you to beg for it, daddy.”
Your word choice was enough for Jeff to rip his hands from the headboard, flipping the two of you over, “Please let me fuck you so good that the whole floor knows,” Jeff lips latched on your neck, biting at your sweet spot.
He doesn’t wait for an answer before moving your panties to the side and shoving himself into you, a high pitched moan erupted from your throat. His dick hitting the right spot with every thrust. Jeff flips you on to your stomach and pulls your hips up, pushing himself into your harder this time. Your hands grip the bed sheets as you get closer to your climax.
“Jeff, I- I- fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, clenching your walls around his cock.
He pulls you up by your hair, his lips pressed to your shoulder, “Not until I say so,” His breath hot against your ear. You knew he was close when his thrusts started to slow down and become sloppy.
“Jeff, please,” you whimpered, not being able to hold on anymore.
“Cum for me, baby,” He whispers against your neck and she slams into a couple more times, slowly but hitting the right spots.
A string of moans spilled from both yours and Jeff’s mouths as you came down from your highs together.
“What the fuck was that, (Y/N)?” Jeff breaths out as he flops down on the bed next to you. A smile played on his lips. Your shoulders lifted and fell slightly, not really knowing what took over you. “Whatever I did to make you do that, maybe I need to do it more often”
