INCREDIBOY incredibles Au, where Buddy did achieve his dream, supers were never made illegal, and everyone is alive and happy, the boring AU if you will
(I am crying, Buddy's metal ass is there like "AND BUMBLEBEE" Bob did NOT invite him)
Based on this request by the bestest person @strawberries-and-lots-of-kisses:
Imagine jack is upset with you for whatever reason, and not speaking to you, but you know that if you seduce him he’ll fold, and so you get out of the shower with no clothes on and walk just like that into the bedroom pretending you are grabbing something you need. His eyes are inmediately fixed on you and when he finally speaks, now you’re the one who ignores him, while he’s horny and pouting like a baby because you pay him no attention all while walking around naked.
a/n: YALLL pls give me more smut requests bc I’m getting more comfortable with it but my ideas aren’t like there lol. I loved writing this :) as y’all know I’m on a brain break but I’m working on Halos and Halos and Hellraisers and Off to the Races.
The tension in the room was thick—Jack still wasn’t speaking to you, arms crossed, jaw tight, his little silent treatment attempt in full effect. Fine. If he wanted to be stubborn, you could play that game too.
So when you stepped out of the steamy bathroom, completely bare, hair damp, skin glistening, you made a show of it—walking past him like you didn’t even notice he was there.
Jack’s eyes snapped to you instantly, his posture shifting as he sat up against the headboard. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. His tongue swiped across his lips, fingers twitching at his sides, but he stayed quiet, determined to keep up his act.
You, on the other hand, ignored him entirely, acting as if you were simply retrieving something from your dresser. Maybe a nonexistent hair tie. Maybe just fresh air. Anything but the desperate man burning holes into your back with his stare.
“Really?” His voice finally cracked through the silence, hoarse and edged with frustration.
You didn’t respond.
“Baby,” he tried again, shifting on the bed. “You’re really gonna act like you don’t see me?”
Nothing.
Jack let out a groan, running a hand down his face before dragging it over his mouth. You could feel the heat of his gaze tracing every inch of your skin, his patience wearing thin.
“You’re so mean to me,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.
Still, you said nothing, just smirking to yourself as you took your sweet time moving around the room, letting the power shift completely into your hands. Now he was the one suffering, pouting like a needy little thing while you reveled in his torment.
Jack’s restraint lasted all of thirty seconds before he snapped.
One second, you were reaching for an imaginary item on your dresser, and the next, you were being grabbed—strong hands gripping your waist as Jack tossed you onto the bed with ease. A surprised squeal left your lips, but it quickly turned into laughter when he climbed over you, trapping you beneath him.
“Oh, now you wanna acknowledge me?” he taunted, his lips curling into a smirk as he loomed over you. His fingers dragged down your sides slowly, teasingly, making your breath hitch. “All that little act just to drive me crazy? You’re lucky I love you.”
You bit your lip, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Jack scoffed, dipping his head to press his lips against the curve of your neck, not kissing—just letting his breath fan over your skin, making you shiver. His fingers skimmed down your thighs, then back up, never quite touching where you needed him most.
“You wanna ignore me, baby?” His voice was low, husky, full of promise. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”
His lips finally made contact, pressing featherlight kisses along your collarbone, teasing, never giving in completely. His hands traced over your stomach, your hips, everywhere but where you wanted them. He was taking his time now, dragging it out, making you squirm.
“Not so quiet now, huh?” Jack murmured, nipping at your skin, grinning against you when he heard your breath hitch. “Go on, keep acting like I don’t exist. See what happens.”
If you thought you were in control before, you were dead wrong—because now, Jack had you exactly where he wanted. And he was going to make sure you felt every second of it. He subtly took his shirt and jeans off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxers that failed to hide his hard cock.
He tapped your thigh,”C’mon, open those legs f’me.” You hesitated for a minute before opening your legs and grabbing one of the pillows to clutch onto.
Jack chuckled, positioning himself on top of you ,”Baby, whatcha being shy for huh?” He started pumping two fingers in and out of you at an unbearable pace.
You whimpered,”Thatt” You squirmed a little.
He whispered into your ear , “I don’t see the problem here , baby. You been wanting this huh? I can tell. You’re so wet f’me.” He sped up making you squeal, then quickly took his fingers out of your soaked cunt.
You smacked his arm, pouting,”Jackkk! What’s that for?”
He kissed your pouted lips and smirked,”That was for teasing me.” A few moments after, he swiftly removed his boxers. His tip was already leaking with precum and his cock was incredibly veiny. Without further notice, he slammed himself into you.
“Fuck!” You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut and holding onto the pillow tighter,”Jackk!”
He kissed your forehead,”And this is also for teasing me.” He groaned,”Fuck, so tight and wet. All f’me. No other man, jussst me.”
