Pictures And Pleasure | Pt 2
☆ Jack Abbott x Fem! OC ☆
Summary: After teasing Jack over the phone and pushing him past his limit, Kyomi gets exactly what she was hoping for when he cuts his trip short and comes home ready to punish her properly. What starts as teasing quickly spirals into rough sex, restraints, overstimulation, and the kind of chemistry that only gets more dangerous the longer they’re together. Beneath all the filthy banter and power play, though, is something unexpectedly intimate.
Word count: 2k (very close to 3+ but I got tired, sue me)
C.W: Explicit sexual content; Dom/Sub dynamics; Consensual restraints; Spanking/slapping; Rough sex; Orgasm control themes; Overstimulation; Multiple orgasms; Crying during sex (consensual/emotional release); Praise & degradation; Strong language; Possessiveness; Choking/gagging references; Power dynamics; Aftercare; Safe words/safe word check-in; Age gap relationship; Emotional intimacy beneath explicit themes.
A/N: These two are genuinely insane about each other. Equal parts filthy, funny, and weirdly soft once the adrenaline wears off. Jack Abbot may talk a lot of shit, but the second Kyomi cries even a little this man starts internally reviewing the entire evening like it’s a medical case study.
P.s @hannahdahrose you asked and you shall receive! Hope you like, wish I had more time, but I am tired.
♡ Thank you so much for reading!
Lying in the bed, tired and spent from my orgasm, I smiled, satisfied with my actions. I knew when Jack got back, he would probably have some type of punishment for me. I was counting on it.
I propped myself up on my elbows as I looked down at the mess made on the bed. My pussy dripped onto the sheets as my arousal leaked out of me. I couldn't help but wonder what he would do? Would he make me get on my knees for him? Would he deny me an orgasm? Would he make me watch him play with himself? Or would he slap my ass raw until I was left whimpering from both pain and pleasure?
All these thoughts began to awaken something in me. The need is coming back for a second round. I really was fucking greedy.
I rolled onto my stomach and grabbed my phone, seeing where he was, how far he was from me, but the wifi was acting up; it wouldn't load his location. So I had no other option but to wait. After a few minutes, I closed and reopened the app, and it finally worked. I went to his contact and looked again to see where he was. But… it said he was home?
“Ah!” I yelped as I felt a hand coming down on my ass. “You are so fucking nosy? Did you know that?” I heard him tell me and the bed dipped, his thighs locking me into the bed as each one was on either side of me. I turned my head with a small smile and bit my lip, my heart racing in excitement and in curiosity.
“Maybe?” I responded coyly. “Maybe?” he asked as he lowered himself onto me, his breath hitting the side of my neck as his lips latched on, kissing softly against my sensitive skin. A small moan slipped out of me, and I turned my head to the opposite side, giving him more space to work with.
“Miss me?” he asked between kisses. I nodded as my lips parted, wanting to say something, but instead, another yelp slipped out. His hand had come down to my ass again, and it made my core clench. “I think you're lying to me, Kyomi,” he told me. “See, because if you really missed me, you wouldn't touch what isn't yours, you wouldn't disobey my orders, you wouldn't call me moaning out my name knowing what that sweet sound does to me,” he told me. “I—”
His hand came down again, harder this time. A small moan slipped out instead that time. “Now, now I have to show you what happens when you don't listen, when you choose to do what you fucking please instead,” his rough voice spoke as he pulled away from my neck. I bit my lip even harder in pure excitement.
He sat back on his knees as I heard his belt buckle unbuckling. I heard the smooth leather of his belt loosen as he pulled it from the loopholes of his pants. One hand came down, grabbing my arm as he pulled it behind my back. He then grabbed the other and pulled them together in the center of my lower back. With his belt, he tied them together, tightening them enough that no matter what I did, I wouldn't come loose.
“What are you going to do?” I asked him. But he didn't respond; instead, he grabbed my hips, pulling them up, making me lean on my knees. Forcing me into a doggy position. But it still wasn't enough. He pushed me until I was fully arched, till my ass was practically in the air.
“Look at you…” He muttered, voice thick. I wanted to say something, but my voice was muffled by the sheets. “Sorry? Are you saying something?” he asked me, amused. I tried again, but nothing was coherent; it was all muffled. “Huh? Guess it was just the wind,” he spoke. I heard a light shuffle behind me before the sound of pants dropping caught my attention.
With his knees, he nudged my legs wider, making me spread like a star. This position wasn't the most comfortable, but definitely not the most uncomfortable we've done before. His fingers made contact with my clit, and a moan slipped out of me. “Such a pretty pussy.”
His fingers continued to rub me at an agonizingly slow pace, driving me insane. He then stopped, and I felt as his fingers began to trail from my clit down to my slippery entrance. Slowly, he slipped two fingers in, making me bite the sheets in front of me as I moaned. He pulled them out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he shoved his fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
I did as he said, tasting myself on his fingers as I swirled my tongue against his fingers. Gagging as he pushed them further down my throat. “Ah, no, I said suck, not to fucking gag,” he warned me. My eyes began to water, but I continued as he said. He pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva coming with him. I took a breath as my face fell back down into the mattress.
“Uh, no, I didn't say lower your head,” he told me as he sent another hard slap to my ass. “Spit,” he told me. I raised my head as far as I could and leaned forward, spitting into his hand. He pulled it back and out of sight it was.
“What? All of a sudden, you don't have anything to say? You were talking so much on my way here, and now that I actually am, you don't have anything to say? Now you want to be good?” he asked me. I thought about my next words, what I could or could not say. But what left my lips instead was, “Are we talking, or are we fucking.”
He let out a throaty chuckle and pushed my head back down on the bed. “Your wish is my—” he shoved his cock deep inside of me, making my hips jolt in surprise, “command.” His hips began to roughly slam into me. My pussy squelched as my hands opened and closed in their restraints. My moans, instant and loud. “O-oh, shit… fuck-fuck, wait, sl-slow down!” I cried out
“Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of my balls slapping your ass,” he grunted. His hands gripping the shit out of my hips. I moaned and moaned out in pleasure, feeling his dick hitting all the right spots. His left hand moved from my hip and grabbed a fistful of my ass, squeezing and gripping the life out of it, before he slapped it nice and hard. The pain going straight to my clit.
I was still sensitive from the first orgasm; my second would come even quicker. He switched methods and instead went deep and slow, which I couldn't decide if was better or worse. He was nuzzled so deeply inside of me that it made me feel so full. So whole. I felt that pressure building, and fast. If he continued, I wouldn't last any longer. “J-Jack… Ja—” I couldn't even warn him about my second one, the orgasm rippling through me like a snap of a finger.
My body convulsed as it tensed up before releasing everything. “Oh, shit. Baby, you didn't even last twenty minutes, come on,” he teased me as he continued to fuck into me. “What happened? Is your pussy just so needy that it got overexcited?” he asked me. But I was at a loss for words, just pure fucking puddy in his hold. Each time he thrusted, a moan left my lips. Even if I did want to say something, I couldn't; the pleasure was too thick and overwhelming. The friction of his dick entering and leaving my dripping hole, the feeling of his dick constantly rubbing my lower lips. It was just pleasure overload.
I knew if needed, we had a safe word. We made sure of it in the beginning of our relationship, making sure that we had one because we both knew how we were. How easy it is to get lost in the moment, the pleasure. So we each had one, mine was Buba, and his was Sanctuary. I chose mine because it was the easiest thing to pronounce, especially when I turned into puddy like this. It was merely just lips and air. Simple.
He said it reminded him of some Madonna song he heard when he hooked up with some girl back in college, the music playing faintly in the background. Since he just stuck with it.
“Shit, im so fucking close, im close baby,” he grunted. I moaned softly, my arms getting a bit sore from the restraints. And like clockwork, my fourth orgasm of the day was beginning to build, but this one was more from friction than pleasure. With a few more thrusts, his hips stilled, and he let out a deep moan before I felt his warm, thick seed shoot deep inside of me, my orgasm following a few seconds later. “Shit…” he groaned as he leaned forward, catching his breath. I felt completely worn out. Completely. Not a single muscle in my body would help me right now.
“How are you doing down there, pretty lady…?” he asked me. I used whatever willpower I had left and nodded my head. He chuckled, and his hands softened on my hips before he gently pulled out of me. I let out a small hiss. I was beyond overly sensitive right now. “Sorry, sorry,” he muttered. Once he was fully out, I dropped, my body falling like dead weight on the bed. I was spent. I was done for today.
“Hold on, baby, let me get these off first.” Jack’s fingers worked carefully at the restraints around my wrists, slower now than before. The complete opposite of how rough and controlled he had been twenty minutes ago.
The second the belt loosened, my arms dropped uselessly beside me. My muscles ached in that heavy, exhausted kind of way that came after too much pleasure all at once. My wrists felt warm and slightly sore where the restraints had rubbed against my skin, and honestly, I felt seconds away from falling asleep right there. Jack tossed the restraints onto the nightstand before immediately looking back at me. “How you feeling?”
His voice was lower now. Still rough. Still very him. But quieter around the edges. “I think I need a nap.” That made the corner of his mouth twitch slightly. “Yeah?” he muttered, shifting beside me on the bed. “That good, huh?”
I let out a weak laugh, turning on my back now, giving it some rest. His hand slid over my stomach before moving up to my ribs, rubbing slowly as he lay next to me. My body practically melted into the mattress at the contact. “Mhm.”
“A nap sounds pretty fucking good right now.” I nodded lazily before finally turning my head toward him. And immediately noticed the look on his face. His brows pulled together slightly as his eyes moved across mine. “You were crying?” My face scrunched a little in confusion until his thumb brushed underneath my eye, wiping away something wet.
Oh. I hadn’t even realized. Jack’s expression shifted almost instantly after that. Not panic. But concern. Real concern. The kind that sat sharp behind his eyes before he could hide it. “Did you use your safe word?” That question made me sit up too quickly, my body protesting immediately from the movement.
“What? No—” I blinked at him. His hand immediately came to my waist to steady me before I could fully fold forward. “Easy,” he muttered automatically, but his eyes were still searching my face too hard. “I’m serious,” I said quickly.
“You’re crying, Kyomi.” “I know, but—” I stopped, trying to gather my thoughts through the complete haze he had left me in. “Sometimes that just happens after or during sex. You know that.”Jack’s jaw flexed slightly. He still looked unconvinced. And weirdly enough, seeing that expression on him did something awful to my chest. Because Jack wasn’t soft in an obvious way.
He wasn’t overly emotional. Wasn’t the type to completely melt or hover or panic over every little thing. Half the time, he teased me more than he comforted me. But this? This mattered to him. A lot. Especially when it came to anything involving trust or control.
“Look at me,” he said quietly. I did. “You sure you’re okay?” The concern on his face almost made me emotional all over again, which was honestly embarrassing considering my entire body still buzzed from him. “I promise,” I told him softly. “It was good. Really good.” His eyes stayed on mine for another few seconds.
Like he was replaying every second in his head, trying to figure out if he’d missed something. Then finally, he exhaled through his nose and nodded once. “Okay.” A pause. “But just so I can stop thinking about it… What’s your safe word?” I opened my mouth automatically. “Jac—”
“Kyomi.” He cut me off immediately. Not harsh. Just firm enough that I stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly at me. “Please don’t fuck with me right now.” That pulled the smallest tired smile out of me. I sighed softly. “Buba.”
The tension left his face so fast I almost laughed. His head dropped slightly as he let out a quiet breath, like hearing the actual word physically settled something in him. “There you go,” he muttered. Then he leaned in and kissed me. Soft. Slow. Nothing like before. His hand slid into my hair while his mouth stayed against mine for a few extra seconds, and honestly, that almost affected me worse than everything else had tonight. And somehow it made my heart swell more than any orgasm ever could.
Jack stayed quiet for another minute after kissing me. Not awkward quiet. Just that heavy kind of silence that came after too much adrenaline and too many orgasms and both of us being too fucking tired to function properly anymore. His hand rested on my stomach absentmindedly, fingers dragging slow little patterns against my skin while we both stared at the ceiling, trying to recover.
Honestly, I felt insane. My entire body buzzed. My wrist hurt. My ass was definitely going to leave marks tomorrow. Somewhere around orgasm number four, my brain had stopped producing coherent thoughts entirely. And Jack?
Jack looked equally wrecked. Hair completely fucked up. Chest still rising hard. One arm thrown over his eyes while he lay spread out beside me like he’d just completed military training instead of ruining my life for the past hour. I turned my head slightly toward him. “You look rough.” A dry laugh left him instantly. “Yeah? You should see yourself, sweetheart.”
“Oh fuck you,” I snorted softly. “I’m serious.” He finally moved his arm enough to look at me. “You bit the shit outta your lip.” His eyes dragged lower briefly before he added, “You can barely keep your eyes open.” I laughed again and rolled my eyes. Jack stared at me for another second before shaking his head slightly to himself. Like, he genuinely couldn’t believe me sometimes. Then, finally, he groaned and rubbed a hand down his face. “We gotta shower.”
“Mhm.” Neither of us moved. At all. Jack waited another few seconds before side-eyeing me. “You plan on helping with that or…?” I looked at him lazily. “I physically cannot feel my legs.”
“That sounds dramatic," he huffed. “You almost, quite literally, almost folded me in half. In doggy. How the fuck do you even do that?” I asked him as I laughed. “That’s fair.” Another beat of silence passed. Then Jack shifted slightly and immediately hissed through his teeth. “Oh, fuck me.” I turned toward him a little more. “What?”
“My leg’s killing me.” That made me soften instantly. Not in a pity way. Jack would rather die than be pitied. But I knew when it was really bothering him versus when he brushed it off. He flexed his jaw slightly before adjusting the prosthetic where it sat awkwardly against the mattress.
“Think I overdid it a little.” I blinked at him. “You think?” Jack gave me a look. “Baby, you were matching my energy.” A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth then. Tired. Cocky. “You seemed pretty into it,” he told me with a small smile.
“I hate you,” I groaned. “No you don’t.” Unfortunately no. He knew that too. Jack exhaled slowly before looking back at the ceiling. “Seriously though, we should probably get up before I fuse to this mattress permanently.” I made a face immediately. “I genuinely don’t think I can walk.” No one said anything for a good moment before, “You think if we stay here long enough, the shower’ll come to us?” I snorted. “Absolutely not.”
“Worth a shot.” Another few seconds passed before he sighed dramatically and forced himself upright with a groan. “Jesus Christ.” I watched him carefully as he sat there rubbing his face. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered. “Just feel about eighty years old right now.” I smiled sleepily. “Old man.” Jack turned slowly to look at me. “You are one sarcastic comment away from me leaving your ass sticky and going to sleep.” My eyes widened. “Jack!”
“What?” He looked completely unapologetic. “I’m tired.” I stared at him in horror for half a second before he started laughing. Real laughing. The kind that made his shoulders shake slightly. “Oh my God, your face,” he muttered. “You’re fucking evil,” I warned.
