tw: gunplay, threats of violence, jason shoots a guy.
he's got you in his lap, some meeting with his men that you'd listen to if you weren't stuffed to the brim. one of his hands is placed in between your legs, rubbing at your clit every time he speaks, and the other holding his gun, he points it at people when he argues, which gives him an advantage. he doesn't miss how you watch his hand move during that meeting, he doesn't miss how tight you get whenever he reaches for it.
two days later he's got you bent over in his office, chest pressed against the cool surface of the desk, whining and begging for whatever he felt like giving you when one of his men barge in. one of his rules, is you don't just barge into his office. he laughs when you clench around him and hide your face when he shoots the man in the arm, lifting you up slightly and muttering "what is it huh? you like the violence now, pet? you like the guns, don't you? fucking whore" he removes the ammo, puts the safety on too because you've been good, he doesn't need to threaten your life tonight. the cool metal pressed against the arch of your back, dancing up and down your spine as he fucks into you "tell me you like it... admit it baby" "...like it so much sir". your head was spinning, the amount of trust you put into jason despite him constantly showing why you shouldn't trust him was astounding. "good girl...nice and ruined now arent you.. and you're gonna cum with this pressed right against you baby"
