Relief | M
I was talking to @jaebumskitten about how I was considering writing this and well - she said to do it... so here we are. WARNING; EXPLICIT SOLO SMUT - THIS IS PURE FILTH OKAY
Fuck it’d been a long day, Jackson hadn’t been able to relax in almost two weeks now. His schedule had been packed with travel, and shows, recording - everything and everyone under the sun needed his attention. However, right now it was hard to deny that he needed to relieve his own stress as he unbuttoned his shirt. Jackson walked into the bathroom, his eyes were tired and he hated how he felt like he was losing muscle mass - he looked skinnier than he had in so long; he finally saw what you meant. He’d work on that later, taking a deep breath he shrugged his shirt off his eyes looking over his body. Jackson’s thoughts went to you, and he closed his eyes as he let his thoughts wander to when your hands would sneak over his body. He allowed his hands to mimic the path yours always made, he slowly unbuckled his belt letting it hang in the loops before unbuttoning them. Slowly with no real rush he rubbed his hand over the semi hard bulge in his pants a sigh escaping him, his eyes took in his appearance. His cheeks had a bit of pink to them now, a hint of arousal as he bit his bottom lip between his teeth letting out a small moan as he rubbed himself a bit harder. The bathroom mirror reminded him of the time he’d fucked you over the bathroom sink in the dorm room - the guys never let him live it down. Jackson pushed his pants down, pooling on the floor he kicked them away - his boxer briefs formed to every curve of his length - he stroked himself through the fabric he could feel himself harden even more with every stroke. He tilted his head back a moan releasing into the empty room for his ears only. “Fuck,” he whispered then looked down pulling himself from his boxers - the red coloration of his cock letting him know he didn’t really want to draw it out but he knew it’d feel better. He grabbed some lotion from the counter adding a small amount to the palm of his hand before spreading it over the length of his engorged member; a growl escaped him this time as his grip was tighter than he’d meant it to be. “Fuck baby,” he whined as his hips jerked into his hand a long moan escaping him. When he opened his eyes he watched himself fucking his hand only becoming harder at the sight, he picked up the pace then sighed as he swiped his thumb over the head. Moments like this he realized how much he missed you, even one nights he was too tired but his mind was racing you’d get him off without requesting reciprocation letting him fall into a much needed sleep. Jackson let out more moans his head falling back, his strokes became more rough now as he whined a little. He let his length go, grabbing the lube from his suit case he also brought out the toy you’d bought him as a joke - he’d been so sure he’d never need a fucking fleshlight but god it was so tempting. He wet his lips and with abandon he added lube to it using his fingers to push it deeper into it before going to sit on the arm chair next to the bed. Jackson teased himself, only allowing the head of his length to enter it before pulling it off. When he pushed into it again he allowed his entire length to be seated inside of it, cursed dripping from his mouth as his cock pulsed in desire for release. He took his time, slowly moving it off his length, his other hand swiping at the tip his hips jerking again. He placed the toy at his tip then thrusted his hips roughly, his length filling it in one go. “Fuck baby, that feels good doesn’t it,” he whispered into the empty room; but he swore he could hear your moans.
He’d had them etched into his mind since the moment he first heard them. Jackson’s motions grew quicker with every upward thrust of his hips but it wasn’t enough, he whined a little as he opened his eyes - suddenly he had an idea. He walked over to the mattress and lifted it placing the fleshlight between the boxspring and mattress and sinking himself into it. Finally - it felt right. With both hands flat on the mattress he began to thrust forward without hesitation his moans and growls coming one after the other. The bed was thudding into the wall, and it was all too reminiscent of when he was buried deep inside of you - again your moans rang inside his head urging him on. Sweat dripped down his neck and back; his hair sticking to his forward. A loud moan ripped from his chest when he felt his orgasm coming, he pulled out of the toy stroking his length quickly, his eyes closed as he imagined you on your knees in front of him taking his cum in your mouth. With a satisfied moan he kept stroking til he couldn’t anymore, feeling more relaxed than he had in days he smiled a little then grabbed the toy looking at it - you’d been right..he’d have to thank you when he got back home.
