sugar

"but—" jack shoves the edible in your mouth when you hesitate, tsking condescendingly. "it's medical weed honey. i'm a doctor, medicine is what i do. you trust me don't you?" his raised brow and crossed arms make you feel like there is nothing else you can do but comply and nod. "of course jackie."

he slowly nods as you chew, head going up and down with each work of your jaw. after almost a minute, jack reaches out and grabs your face with a rough command. "swallow."

if he's being honest, jack doesn't actually know if the gummy will help you relax. all he hopes is that it makes you more compliant for him. work has been getting to you lately— long hours, stressful workload and asshole coworkers who pile their shit onto you. the two of you haven't had sex in weeks.

jack's had enough. and he just wants to help! that's why he went to the dispensary to get an edible for you. he's obviously not going to tell you that he hopes it works just like when you get drunk, making you all horny and needy for him. minus the throw up and vodka breath, of course.

and god, does it work like a charm.

it's not even half an hour into the movie the two of you started before jack sees you squirming. he bites back a satisfied chuckle when out of his peripherals he catches you biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together not-so discreetly under the shared blanket. you inch closer and closer to him as the movie fades into the background, all unfocused shapes and colors to you now anyway.

you try to be casual, sliding your arm across his chest and burying your face in his neck, to which jack just hums and wraps his arm around you. you let out a small huff against his skin and he knows its because you're expecting him to make the first move, which up until now he's always done.

what can he say? its real sexy watching you press yourself closer into him with your slow breathing and red eyes.

"comfy baby?" jack muses when you slide yourself over his good leg until you're fully siting on it. instead of giving him an answer, you pull back and your lips part into a small 'o' when you feel the muscles in his thick thigh tense against your pussy that's only covered in tiny sleep shorts. you only manage to grind yourself once before jack grips your hips to stop you.

"whatcha doin?" he asks with a tone that conveys he knows exactly what you're doing. you stick out your bottom lip and grab at his chest, the soft cotton feels mesmerizing under your hyper conscious hands. you slowly blink at him as you wiggle your hips, "feels good jackie. l-let me please?"

is it sex? no. but jack would never pass up the opportunity to watch yourself use any part of him to get off. he gentles his hands at your sides and hums a low "'course baby." a goofy smile lights up your face at his go ahead and you resume rocking your hips against him.

your head tips back and a loud moan spills from your tipped up lips. jacks aged eyes widen, but he doesn't let any other part of him give up his surprise at your display. you've never been so noisy before, and especially not from some light dry humping on a part of jack that's not even sexual. meaning you must be super high, but fuck, if it isn't a pretty sight for jack to watch.

he makes no move to push you for a kiss or anything else in return, in fear of ruining your high or pushing you too far, so he keeps his hands at your hips and gently guides you when you get a little too floaty.

you go on for a few minutes like this, grinding against his thigh with your face cutely scrunched in focus, whimpers falling free from your mouth and the wet patch on his sweatpants slowly spreading beneath you. jack is painfully hard as your mumbles of his name turn barely coherent. the seam of your shorts catching onto your buzzing clit over and over again plus the pressure of his hard thigh makes you even more lightheaded.

jack can tell you need more when your shoulders lift and your hips falter, but he's almost confused when your solution is to take one of your hands and wave it around in front of him. he's not quite sure what you want until you whine between moans, "needa feel youuu- please ja-ack please-!" he curses under his breath and thanks whatever higher powers exist when he realizes you want his cock in your hand.

your eyes stay pinched shut as your sensitive body humps his leg, jack has to grip your wrist a little tighter when you start to flail it around desperately, whining as you do. "one second baby- shh shh don't cry. i know i know…" he coos as he tugs his sweatpants and boxers down in one motion to rest under his heavy balls, his cock springing up and slapping against his belly when freed.

your glossy eyes shoot open and your breath hitches when he wraps your soft palm around his throbbing length. he manages to grow even harder when you sigh in satisfaction at the touch, as if getting your hand on him was the one thing that grounded you in this state.

"feels so-so good jackie." is what you whimper, and jack doesn't know if you're talking about the pace of your hips picking up or the languid strokes of your hand on his cock. but he's groaning all the same anyway.

normally, jack would give you some sort of directions when you touch him, but right now, he's completely satisfied to watch you hiccup as your pussy pulses against him while your thumb rubs the pre-cum on his pink tip as if its some sort of sensory toy.

your hand that clutches his shoulder tightens and he can tell you're close when your moans reach a point of abandon you've never surfaced before. the pretty sounds and the way you look as you grind to chase the perfect friction has jack bucking up into your uncoordinated touch.

the thrust presses him even harder to your sensitive cunt and you shriek as you convulse atop him, riding out your high with a faraway look on your face while squeezing his cock in time with the pleasurable waves that overtake you.

jack's coming seconds after you do, coating your hand in his release while groaning your name along with some quiet praises as to not overstimulate you with too much noise. you keep stroking him even after he's finished and is much too sensitive for you to do so, but he lets you because you let him get you high enough to hump his thigh.

your head lolls side to side as you come down, your mouth parted in euphoria, and only when jack whimpers a bit brokenly do you pause your hand and meet his eyes. you instantly shrink a bit, as if realizing what just happened and start to feel embarrassed, but jack leans forward and kisses you lightly before the thought can kill your buzzy headspace.

"thanks jackie." you say adorably through your yawn, sagging onto his chest and burying your face in his neck. your one hand is still haphazardly wrapped around his softening cock as you kiss his skin once and whisper "missed you."

you're passed out before he can even return the sweet sentiment, and thirty seconds later, jack has the dispensary's website pulled up on his phone to see if they do home deliveries.