cw: f!reader, mdni, smut, belly bulge, jack is a little shit
You’d like to smack the stupid smirk from Jack’s face when he bottoms out inside of you, but he’s got your wrists pinned to your back. The raw force of his hips meeting yours forces a whimper out of you, making him chuckle.
“You okay there, princess?” he asks.
Just as you’re about to answer in a tone he probably wouldn’t like, he pulls out a few inches and thrusts back into you so hard that the whole bed shakes. Your entire face is mushed into the mattress, which just so barely muffles your surprised shriek.
“Fuck, Jack,” you gasp.
His thick cock pulses inside of you as you clench around him as if you’re trying to suck him in deeper.
“Hm?” he hums innocently.
With one hand, he keeps hold of your wrists while the other rests on your hip. His thumb smooths over the delicate skin of your lower back, but you barely register the sweet gesture as he thrusts forward again, pushing your face deeper into the pillows.
A whine falls from your lips, which Jack shushes immediately.
“Aww, poor baby,” he coos. His voice is soft and sweet as honey, dripping with faux concern.
He tugs at your wrists, practically forcing you into a more upright position. With your back almost pressed against his chest, you wobble slightly, but Jack’s got you. His free arm wraps around your tummy, keeping you upright.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “You can take it, can’t you?”
He fucks up into you, the thick head of him aiming at your G-spot so hard that you think you’ll bruise. Sweat drips down your back, and your breathless, high-pitched moans fill the room.
His hand on your belly moves lower and presses down against the distended shape of his cock.
“Ja-ack,” you gasp, the one-syllable word disrupted by a particularly rough roll of his hips.
“Uh-uh, baby, it’s okay. You like this, I promise.”
