Unhinged For Cod

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The thing about suddenly going from paycheck to paycheck, to joining the richest and most powerful family in the world, is that there will always be a part of you stuck in a mode of self-preservation. 

Alex tried to spoil you. Even though he was disconnected from his family, he still reaped the benefits of the Le Domas fortune, and he tried so many times to spend it on you. But you knew better than to let a man pay for your bills or buy you nice things, no matter how much you thought you loved him. The most you let him spend was on your wedding dress and well. Yeah that sure worked out. 

But with Titus...it’s forever. This isn’t some guy trying to charm you and lovebomb you into staying with him, making you dependent on him. This is the man you were destined for, you tied your blood to, sold your soul for. This is the only man in the world who has truly seen you. 

When he tells you to go out and buy something nice for yourself, he doesn’t mean throw $1000 cash on one little black cocktail dress from Dior. He means buy the entire floor display, right down to the shoes they put on the mannequin.  

“You don’t like it?” you ask with a frown, looking down at the lacy dress that hugs your curves perfectly. You’d put it on as soon as you got home, when he asked to see your haul. 

“Of course I do, Baby,” Titus sighs. “But...that’s it?” 

“Well it...” you hesitate upon the sight of frustration and almost...sadness in his eyes. “Titus, this dress was five thousand dollars. That’s more than I’ve ever spent on clothes at one time.” 

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that,” Titus says through gritted teeth. “But you’re a Danforth now. You don’t have to be...frugal about anything.” 

“Maybe I didn’t need anything else,” you mumble, twiddling with your fingers.  

“Need?” Titus snaps, looking up from his work papers to see you standing there, so pretty and forlorn. “It’s not about need. It’s about what you want. You’re acting like I can’t give you everything you want in the world, how is that supposed to make me feel?” 

“Are you seriously mad at me for not going on a million dollar shopping spree?” You ask, scoffing. 

“No, Baby I’m not mad,” Titus huffs, sighing out another long breath. He pushes himself up from his desk and makes his way around to you, taking your twitching hands in his, kissing each of your knuckles. “You went to what? Ten stores with Ursula today? You can’t honestly tell me there wasn’t a single other thing in all of those stores that you didn’t want. Hm?” 

“Well...” you trail off, lip worried between your top teeth as you look up at him through your lashes. “I mean...I don’t really think Dior is my style past this but...there were some things at Vivienne Westwood I liked...” 

“Yeah?” Titus asks, tipping your chin up with his thumb, forcing you to look at him, to see the hint of excitement in his eyes. “Tell me.” 

A heat pumps through your heart, like you feel the blush rushing through each of your veins, and you crack a small smile. Oh. You get it. You see it in the excited curiosity in his expression, feel it in the stutter of his breath against your cheek. 

“Well...there were a couple necklaces, and a jacket or two...” You say, voice growing light and airy. Your hands go to his chest, flattening against him, fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt.  

Titus licks his lips, pressing himself closer to you, eyelids shutting just a little. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you nod. Now you can really feel it, how hard he’s getting at just the thought of you in these expensive pieces. You smirk up at him, rake your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pressing down the lines of his suit. “And this...lighter. It’s shaped like her orb symbol...special limited edition release from some old design...apparently they only made like 100 this time around.” 

“Baby...” Titus groans. “Why didn’t you get it? You should have bought all of it. Don’t you have my Black Card?” 

You shrug. “Yeah...but I didn’t—” you stop yourself from using the word need again. “I guess I was just overwhelmed. Ursula basically made me try this on when we got to Dior and I couldn’t really say no when everyone was telling me how good I looked in it...” 

“You’re so beautiful,” Titus mumbles, voice gravely, as he kisses your cheek. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about that lighter, though,” you continue. “Had this image in my mind of the two of us sitting right over there...” you glance at the chair behind his desk, the ornate wood carvings on the back. It used to be his father’s seat. “Me in your lap, maybe after a long day, you need to relax and all that. You pull out one of your cigars...I use the Vivienne to light it for you...” 

Titus’s hand tightens on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him again, expression full of intense desire, hunger. “You should have bought it, Baby. I want you to—" 

“You’re really turned on by the thought of me spending all your money?” You giggle, darting your tongue out to lick at his thumb.  

“Guess so,” Titus grunts, then suddenly, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you up on the desk, kicking your legs open with his so he can settle between them. 

You gasp into the biting kiss he lays on you, laughing into it as he presses his hard body against yours, forcing you on your back. He traps your hands above your head, holding you by your wrists, tight enough to leave bracelets of bruises. You hum against his lips, “Calm down sugar daddy.” 

His hips jerk into yours at that comment, teeth nibbling at your bottom lip. “Little Lamb, I’m gonna fuck you right here, keep that pretty new dress on for me. And then I’m taking you back to the stores to buy every single thing you wanted, I’ll make them all stay open until midnight if you want.” 

A flush of excitement ignites in your belly. How could you say no to such a delicious offer? “Gonna give me a budget?” 

“Budget?” Titus scoffs, disgust furrowing in his brow. “No budget. No limit. How about a minimum amount? You have to spend at least... Five hundred thousand dollars by midnight.” 

“Or what?” You tease, heart racing. 

Titus smirks. “What? You need me to threaten you to spend my money?” He laughs when you shrug under him. “Alright. Spend half a million by midnight, or I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a fucking week, Baby. Sound good?” 

And you’re about to say something about how that doesn’t sound much like a punishment at all, pussy clenching at the very thought of his thick hands leaving angry red marks on your ass. But who are you to argue with such an offer? 

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That night, you ended up spending just over seven hundred thousand on dresses, jewels, bags, and a few pairs of shoes. Titus ended up sending it over a full million with a Tiffany pearl and diamond necklace. 

Then he made you put all the jewels on and fucked you in the middle of your bed, coming on your belly then your flushed face. He commemorated the moment with several polaroids of every inch of your body. 

It keeps going like this. 

Titus gives you his cards, opens a few in your name, and makes sure you always get everything your heart desires, no matter what. 

Any time you show the slightest hint of apprehension, he always tells you, “What’s the point of being the most powerful family in the world if you can’t take every single thing you want?”  

Even Ursula enables this behavior, which sort of surprises you since she always comes off as the more reasonable twin. But when she showed you the warehouse of vintage shoes and bags she’s been collecting since she was a teenager, you realized this truly is the life expected of you. 

Titus loves it.  

Any time you come home with piles of shopping bags, he’s on you. Begging to see what you bought, dick tenting his pants before you can even get through the first bag. 

It’s not just clothes, either. It’s everything. 

One time when the two of you were at brunch, you expressed your interest in a new car, since you’ve been driving the ones from the family’s private collection, you want one just for you. 

“Baby, if you came home with ten new hundred-thousand-dollar cars and the deed to a vacation home in seven countries, I wouldn’t even blink,” Titus says to you, face cracking into a bright smile as he sips his coffee. 

So a week later you came home with a custom rose gold Astin Martin DB9 convertible, with pink leather interior, and a custom plate that reads: LTTL LMB. 

Titus lays you out on the hood and eats you out right there in the driveway. 

He also loves it when you buy things for him. Whether it’s new hunting clothes or suits or watches, each time you toss a new box or bag and tell him to get dressed, it thrills him to no end. 

Sure, it’s his family’s money, but the fact that you’re the one picking things, the one dressing him up like your own personal Ken doll, that’s what makes him happy. He always liked to be spoiled, that’s not exactly a secret about the son of Chester Danforth. 

Little by little you warm to the idea that spending his money is not something to ever feel guilty about. You eventually stop all hesitation, and it’s not that you just buy every expensive thing, but that you don’t stop yourself from anything that you truly want. Sometimes, you scroll through GoFundMe and just finish out donations that people need, simply because you can. Because underneath all the glitz and glamour, you’ll always be that orphan girl who had nothing. 

Your metamorphosis into a true Blue Blooded Danforth, is solidfied in Titus’s mind the day you tell him that Penelope and Ursula convinced you to buy a new vacation home in Granada. 

Sitting in bed, Titus in his reading glasses that you find to be ridiculously sexy, scrolling through his phone, while you lay next to him, tapping your fingers in a light trail up and down his bicep. 

“Penelope and Elton have this adorable cottage, she was showing me pictures, but then Ursula mentioned that this big mansion just up the hill from them was going on sale...anyway we were looking at it online, and maybe I should have asked you to take a quick trip to see it in person first but...well Urse liked it too so I figured I’d just call the realtor up, put in an offer—” 

Titus cuts you off with a kiss, tossing his phone to the side carelessly, as he climbs over your body. You let out a delighted squeal at his touch, and he moans into your mouth, “Fuck, that’s my girl, you finally got it.” 

“You don’t think we should have looked at it first?” You ask playfully, running your fingers through his soft, silver hair.  

“Fuck that,” he grunts, grinding his already stiffening cock against you, breathing hitching at the feeling of your satin panties on him. He pulls them to the side, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your soaking cunt. “Now the first time we step foot inside,” he groans out the last word as he slides his cock into you, agonizingly slow, swallowing your whimper with a kiss, licking his tongue into your mouth. “It’ll be all fresh and new, we can explore it together, I’ll fuck you on every surface...” 

You lick your lips, whining when Titus pushes all the way inside, filling you up in that way that drives you crazy, makes you feel so deeply connected to him. He keeps mumbling in your ear as he fucks you, things about how proud he is of you, how much he loves you, how he loves taking care of you. You smile and take it, take his cock, accept his words, let him fill you, let him take care of you. 

It makes sense now, Titus’s obsession with you showing your wealth, his wealth. It’s not just some frivolous thing, it’s another way to show your status over the world, even if most people will never know how you got it. It’s another way for Titus to show everyone in their circle that you are his. 

You didn't think there was really that big of a difference in dating older men until Jack was in your life. Where men your age lacked, Jack excelled with flying colors. He made sure you were taken care of, always reassured you, and made a genuine effort even when it was difficult with both of your hectic schedules. Past boyfriends had made loving you seem like a chore while Jack made it look as easy as breathing. Jack was almost perfect. Almost.

It had been months now and he refused to make a move. Your friends blamed it on numerous things.

"It's just old fashioned chivalry."

"It's just how his generation is."

"Older men like to take it slow."

No matter how many times they tried to extinguish your worries, there was always still that little voice in your brain that made you believe it was your fault the relationship hadn't moved to the next step. You were so scared that you were being immature about what you wanted. Jack works so hard and has so much on his plate, he doesn't need some young girl adding unnecessary stress to his life just because she wants him all over her. You were terrified to talk to him about it. Every time a kiss became breathless or a touch lingered between you two, he pulled back. Hesitated. And each time any protests or begging died in your throat; scared that if you brought it up he would just see you as childish and end things right then and there. So instead, you tried dropping hints.

Nothing too bold; just something that would catch his attention. Hands that travelled a little when kissing, wearing that one low cut top on your dates together, pressing against him just a little more when cuddling on the couch: nothing major. But nothing seemed to make him crack, and you were starting to lose hope. Sometimes you could swear you saw his jaw clenched, or feel his muscles tense when your touch would linger, but he would never act on your efforts.

Tonight you were spending the night by yourself while Jack worked the night shift. Luckily for you it was a slow night at the ER, meaning you and Jack got to text each other through the night. The longer the night went on the more tired you got, fighting to stay awake as you responded to Jacks messages.

'It's getting late, sweetheart, you should go to bed soon. Don't want you staying up just to talk to me.'

You smiled as you read the text from your boyfriend. He was always so doting towards you. Always making sure you were being taken care of even when he wasn't with you.

'i like stayin up and talking to u thoooooo :('

You sent your reply before looking at the time. Seeing that it was almost midnight, you forced your body up and towards your closet to grab your pajamas for the night. When you settled back into your bed you grabbed your phone again to see Jack had already responded.

'I wanna keep talking to you, too. Just don't want my pretty girl feeling bad tomorrow on her day off.'

Jacks message made your heart do flips. He would never admit it but Jack was such a flirt. Always saying little compliments and pet names like it was natural to do, and always sporting a ridiculous grin whenever he watched your face heat up because of it.

'fineeeee i guess ill get some sleep. ur lucky ur so cute'

not even a minute passes before Jack sends his response.

'Good girl.'

Your heart jumps to your throat and you freeze. Those two words alone had you pressing your thighs together and wishing he was with you. You chewed the inside of your lip before getting an idea. You took off your pajama pants, leaving you in only a baby tee and panties. You strategically pulled your comforter down to where your bare thighs were visible, poked out your chest slightly, and let your back arch. You held the pose as you lifted your phone above you and snapped a few pictures before attaching them to your message.

'wish you were here with me tho, handsome.'

Was it original? No. Was it cliche? Absolutely. But you were hoping that this would be the final hint that he would see loud and clear. You stirred in bed for a moment before finally hitting send and throwing your phone across the bed. Jack had been responding consistently all night, so when you didn't hear that familiar buzz from your phone you immediately began to worry. A few more minutes pass and still nothing. When you finally grab your phone, you feel a pit in your stomach.

Seen

He had seen the message just a few seconds after you sent it, and still no response. As time continued to pass, you tried rationalizing with yourself. Maybe a ton of new patients came in at once. Maybe a freak accident happened and they needed all hands on deck. But, as minutes turned into hours the pit in your stomach grew larger and your heart sank. You felt so embarrassed- so stupid. You had went out on a limb and had felt utterly rejected. Was he laughing at you? Was he annoyed that you bothered him like this while he was at work? You felt yourself spiraling before you couldn't help yourself and typed up a new message to send him.

'im sorry if i did something wrong or if i messed up. i've been trying to send you signals for weeks now and i know ur smart enough to have noticed them. idk what i did to make you not want me. i'm starting to think i've just read us wrong and you don't feel the same or just don't want to be with me on that kind of level. i shouldn't have done that. just forget i ever sent it. goodnight jack'

Before you could stop yourself you hit send and rolled away from your phone. You felt so defeated and helpless. You tried to avoid coming off as childish, wanting to be mature enough for him and not too needy or out of line; and all of that restraint left you as you hit send. You went to bed with tears brimming your eyes, knowing that in the morning the only relationship you've felt whole in could come crumbling down around you.

You woke to a rapid banging on your apartment door. Not awake enough to remember the events of just a few hours ago, you stumble to your door without checking your phone. Before you open the door, you rub your eyes and glance through the peep hole of your door, stomach dropping as soon as you saw the person behind the knocking. it was Jack. You try to slowly open the door, not wanting the end of your relationship to come any sooner but Jack has other plans. As soon as he sees the door start to open, he's pushing his way inside with his hands already on you and the door slamming behind him.

"Jack-" You can barely get his name out before his lips are crashing on yours.

Your eyes are still open as he holds you against him. He's still in his scrubs. Did he come here straight from work? He finally takes his lips off of yours and rests his forehead on yours, practically panting.

"All I want is you." He announces.

All you can do is blink up at him, still attempting to wake up and wrap your head around what's happening.

"What?"

"You didn't do anything wrong. Youve never messed anything up ever. It's me that was messing up." He states as his hands travel from your waist to both sides of your face, holding you in place- as if he was scared you were going to disappear.

His words start making sense as you remember the last message you sent him and you start going into panic mode.

"Jack I'm sorry that was inappropriate to send to you while you were at work of all places. I should've just-" You start rambling any apology that forms, scrambling to fix the situation. Jack brings one hand up to run through your hair before gently shushing you.

"You think I don't want you?" He whispers.

There's a pause between the both of you before you answer.

"I don't want to be some young girl on your arm that acts like she's still in her teens and trying to be all over her boyfriend all the time. You're so mature, Jack. I don't want to move too fast with you and you think I'm just focused on getting in your pants."

He gives you a look that tells you to keep going, so you do.

"I just-", you sigh and close your eyes, as if that will make the moment less vulnerable, "I don't want to be too needy with you."

Jack looks at you for a moment before cracking a small smile and pulling you even closer to him.

"You're feeling needy for me, baby?"

His question makes your face immediately heat up. He smiles as he continues.

"Not want you? Sweetheart, I don't think I've ever wanted anything more in my life. You're worried about being 'mature' enough for me, while I feel like I'm some horned up teenager again. I didn’t wanna be like those guys before me. Felt like I would just be using you if i made the wrong move too early on. Didn’t wanna scare a pretty thing like you off."

His words make your breath catch in your throat and your eyes grow wide. You can feel yourself growing antsy when his hand in your hair moves some strands away from your ear. He leans down now, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks.

"And don't think I missed all of the little 'signals' you've sent me. You don't know how hard it was not fucking you right then and there every time you let your hands roam on my chest or grab my arms. And fuck me, that picture you sent me last night, baby-"

Your hands reach to splay across his chest as he presses his hips against you, a quiet gasp leaving your lips at the new sensation from him.

"Felt like a fucking teenager; Having to practically run to the bathroom to hide the hard-on you gave me."

As he continues speaking, you cant help but dig your nails into his shirt. His words mixed with the friction of his hard member on you had you grabbing onto him like a lifeline. He pulled away enough to look at you through hooded eyes.

"Not want you? Baby, I didn't know what real want felt like until i had you."

With that he crashes his lips onto yours again, and this time you kiss back. He groans against your lips as he leads you up towards your bedroom, already knowing the layout of your place like the back of his hand. You feel your bed hit the back of your knees and let yourself back your way onto the plush comforter. Jack was still standing, now towering over you as you watched his eyes rake over you. As he admired you intently, you became very aware how underdressed you were, still in your tee and panties. Before you could let yourself shrink away from shyness, Jack speaks.

"Cant believe I was neglecting my girl for so long."

You press your thighs together as his words strike you right at your center.

"Especially with her looking so pretty just for me."

You let out a small moan as he gently grabs your ankles, bringing you to the edge of the bed to meet him. You watch as he starts to lower himself to his knees before you fully sit up and stop him.

"Jack, you've been on your feet all day, you're gonna hurt if you get down there." You say with a small pout on your face, eyes cutting to his legs. You know how much discomfort he can start to feel if he's on the go for too long, especially with his prosthetic.

He stops and looks up at you before leaning up and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Awe, you worrying about your old man now?

He trails his lips down to your neck before speaking again.

"Don't worry, baby, I can handle a little pain."

He's now fully on his knees between your thighs.

"Especially when I got such a great view to keep my mind off of it." He says before placing achingly slow kisses up your thighs; his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your soft flesh.

You feel a whimper catch in your throat as you prop yourself up on your elbows and watch his lips reach higher and higher. Jacks lips eventually meet the soft cotton of your panties. He raises slightly, just enough to admire the cloth hugging your hips and trace the lace trim of your underwear.

"You wear this just for me?" He doesn't look at you when he speaks, fingers now circling the little pink bow in the center of your waistband.

You had been waiting for this for so long, you wanted to tease back, toy with him like he was with you.

"M-maybe." Your voice betrays you, confidence fading just as fast as it came.

Jack cuts his eyes up to you, eyebrow cocking as he smiles. He straightens up fully and starts dragging a finger towards the wet spot forming in the center of your panties. You cant help but squirm under his touch as he looks at you expectantly, urging you to speak again.

"Wanted to look good for you." You struggle to get the words out, mind feeling numb as you feel Jack circle your clit through the thin fabric.

Your words dripping in desperation were enough to send Jack over the edge and you moan out when you feel him pull the damp fabric of your panties to the side and dip his head down between your thighs. You close the small bit of space between the mattress and your body as you fall back, moans and whimpers erupting from you. Jack is lapping at you like a starved animal- like this was his first meal in days. He's paying special attention to your clit when you feel two of his fingers start to prod at your entrance, moaning when he feels your thighs threaten to tighten around him. He grabs one of your thighs and slings it over his shoulder when he dives back in to lap at you. Jack slowly pushes two digits into you and you cant help but let your hands fly down to his salt and pepper hair, tangling your fingers in his locks and tugging him impossibly closer to you.

Jack moans and the vibrations hit you like a truck. You feel like you're about to come undone as you buck against his face, chasing the feeling of him devouring you.

"C'mon, baby, can feel you clenching around me. Know you're so close. You're doing so good for me, fuck." Jack is breathlessly rambling against your pussy, starting to pick up the pace of his fingers.

His words echoed in your ears when you finally felt yourself unravelling, Jack not hesitating to lap up your release. Your hands go limp in his hair when you feel him crawl up your body to join you on the bed. He's kissing the exposed skin on your neck wwhen he whispers.

"My beautiful girl."

He said it so softly that it makes you question if he meant for you to hear it. When you start coming to your senses again, you cant help but realize that Jack is criminally overdressed; still adorned in the shirt he wears beneath his work top and his scrub pants. You lazily reach for the hem of his shirt, fingertips dancing over his warm skin. One hand on his shirt while the other rests on the back of his neck. As if he can read your mind, he speaks.

"You want this off, hm?"

All you do is let out a small whine while gently lifting his shirt slightly higher up his torso. He reaches down and grabs your wrist, gently pinning it beside your head.

"As much as I love seeing you be so needy for me to undress, I really wanna hear you ask for it."

His words make you arch your back slightly. God his words alone could make you lose it.

"Jack, I want you to," Your words trail off, becoming shy as you tried to speak.

"You want me to what?" He asks, as if hes chellenging you. You swallow the knot in your throat.

"Want you to take this off, baby." You pause for a moment.

"Please." The word is laced with need and Jack curses; seeing you want him so badly making him weak all over again.

"Anything for my pretty girl." He states before he stands on his knees between your weak legs and reaches down to grab the bottom of his shirt.

He peels off the shirt and you're in awe. You might be biased, but you don't think you've ever met a man as handsome as Jack. He's got freckles all over, a few faded scars randomly littered across him, and toned muscles. You could look at him for hours.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

His remark breaks you out of your thoughts and you catch him smirking down at you.

"You're so handsome, Jack." You barely register that you've said your thoughts out loud until you see Jacks cheeks and ears turn pink.

You reach out and put your hand on his torso, his eyes closing as soon as he feels your touch and a sigh escaping his lips. You feel his muscles tensing under your fingertips as you travel down further, feeling his graying happy trail as you get closer to the top of his work pants.

"Is this okay?" You shyly ask, realizing that this is the first time that you've touched him like this.

Jack lets out a dry laugh.

"I'm trying to restrain myself from fucking you into this mattress right now, and you're wondering if its okay to touch me?"

He takes your hand and leads it to the bulge in his pants. You moan as he grinds into your hand, feeling yourself get wet all over again. He props himself up on his elbow, hovering over you while his other hand reaches down to untie and push down his pants and boxers down.

"I'm all yours, baby. I never want you to think that you don't get special access to me, got it?" He says in a definitive tone.

You nod before watching him stand up and kick off his remaining pieces of clothing. He joins you back on the bed, peeling off your now soaked underwear, and then hoisting one of your legs up to latch onto his hip. He pauses for a moment, reaches up with his free hand, and takes your chin; holding you in place. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. You see the side of his mouth twitch, like he's fighting off a shit eating grin.

"Want your eyes on me."

Before you can even think of a response, he's pushing into you, holding eye contact with you as he sinks into you. You grab onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his freckled skin. Pleasure rips throughout your entire being as Jack slowly rocks in and out of you, gradually quickening his pace when your whimpers and whines grow more frequent.

Jack was already a confident man, why wouldn't he be? He was a complete package and he knew it. And now, if he may ever come to question his confidence, he could think back to this moment: you moaning his name, a few 'fuck's and 'holy shit's mixed in, while you clawed at him like your life depended on it. He was the one making you feel this good. He was the one you were begging for in between quiet sobs. It was Jack who you were so desperate for; no one else.

Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes as Jack mercilessly thrusted into you. You were practically dizzy from how he was making you feel, you felt drunk on him as the tightness in your lower abdomen grew. You could tell Jack was close, too. His thrusts were becoming more erratic and sloppy, his groans growing louder the more he went on inside you.

"Jack-" You tried to tell him how close you were between your whines and gasps.

"Jack, I'm- fuck." You tried and failed again, the snapping of his hips distracting you every time you tried to speak.

Jacks hand comes up to cup your face, grounding you.

"I know, baby, I know." Is all he says as he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, the hand cupping your face now frantically reaching between you two to massage your clit.

This pushes you over the edge, coming undone on him, your wetness coating him. Jacks breathing becomes labored as he watches you squirm under him, quickly finding his own release and finishing inside you. He collapses onto you, slowly pumping into you still as he bottoms out entirely. After a moment, he pulls out of you, smiling to himself as you whimper at the loss of his touch. Jack staggers his way to your bathroom and returns to you with a warm, wet cloth and towel to take care of you. He makes his way over to your closet afterwards, picking out a fresh pair of panties and helping you lazily slide them on.

He gently arranges your body so that your head is resting on your pillows and your body is recovering from your activities under the comforter. Jack slides on his boxers before carefully crawling in bed next to you, whispering a small 'come here' as he pulls you close to him. You sigh as you cling to him, not scared to show how much you want to be all over him. You fought to stay awake, drifting off slightly before forcing yourself back awake.

"It's still early, sweetheart, you should go back to sleep." Jack whispers against your hair.

You hum and you press yourself further into his chest, him tightening his arms around you as you do so; as if on instinct.

"Y'gonna be here when I wake up?" You ask, sleep already threatening to take over.

You feel Jacks chest vibrate as he chuckles.