Allison/Jackson for the prompt on shuffle thing
(from Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo)
a/n: trans!Jackson + trans!Allison
“Tell me what you want,” Allison breathes, laying the lightest of kisses on Jackson’s collarbone. He’s on her lap, straddling her thighs, her cock as far in him as it can go. She’s commanded him to sit still, and his own thighs are shaking with the effort not to move, feel how she stretches him open, make himself come. “Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”
Jackson swallows, nervous. Her eyes are drawn to his lips, pink and swollen from her kisses. They open on a moan as she reaches between his legs to rub at his cock lightly - just teasing, barely touching, but it’s enough to make his hips jerk, already so sensitive.
One of Allison’s favourite things about Jackson is how responsive he is. His whole body reacts to her touch, but he still has problems actually asking for what he wants.
Allison plans to fix that.
“Tell me and I’ll let you come.”
“I think about your mouth on me,” Jackson starts, not looking her full in the face, but just to her right instead. His face is tilted down, embarrassed, and she kisses him, forces his head up. “On my neck, my thighs, my stomach, all over.”
“Good,” Allison encourages, touching him a little more firmly, moving her hand in circular motions, slow enough to make him huff in frustration, but with enough pressure to keep him talking. He’s already so wet, it’s easy to slide a finger into him alongside her cock, keeping her thumb moving over his cock.
“Finding all the little spots that make me moan, beg you for more. I know you like hearing me beg,” Jackson’s breathing is slightly heavy, body moving with her hand, and his arms come up to rest on her shoulders, hands gripping the headboard. Any other time she would punish him for moving, disobeying her orders, but he’s getting into it, words spilling from his mouth like he can’t help it.
“I think about your hands. On my hips, around my throat. Teasing me, making me yours. I think about you claiming me. Having your marks on my body for everyone to see, so they know I’m yours. Only yours, oh fuck, oh - I want you inside me, like this, fucking me. I- I want to please you. Want you to come in me and tell me I was good. A good boy for you.”
“You are good,” Allison replies, other hand coming up to caress Jackson’s spine, trailing her fingers up and down soothingly. Jackson sounds on the verge of tears, overwhelmed, but he’s bouncing on her cock, face nearly buried in her throat as he talks. He shudders at her touch, lets out a little sob into her skin. “My best boy. You’re beautiful, I love you so much. You’re doing so well.”
“I want to come,” Jackson pants, movements going a little erratic, the way he does when he’s close. “Please let me come.”
“You can come,” she’s close to coming herself, can feel it building in her stomach, but she holds off until Jackson groans, sinking down fully on her cock, then lifting up until she slips out of him completely. She wraps one arm around him, the other going to her cock to finish herself off.
She plants another kiss on Jackson’s collarbone afterwards, shifting them so they’re on their sides. His eyes are already starting to droop, but he leans in to rub their noses together, give her a proper kiss.
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