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This one started as a drawing in my sketchbook, and then she blossomed into a digital painting 🌸 Still on my lifelong quest to paint the roundest, chunkiest, most squishable roses.
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do u think jack would have a thing for his fingers in his girl’s mouth? like feeding her little oral fixation..
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oral fixation with jack abbot
WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (MDNI) - oral fixation, fingers in mouth, blowjobs mention, mean-ish jack (more just like dom!jack lowkey)
A/N: sorry this is a short one, i’m just getting back into the swing of writing & all that!! but this is the perfect way to get back into it :)
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it’s no secret to jack that you liked having things in your mouth. that sounds gross, but it’s true. you loved sucking on an ice block in summer, sucking on a straw until it was all chewed and you couldn’t drink out of it anymore, sucking on the ice from your glass until it melted.
and of course, the more sexual things. it should make jack feel perverted, the way he takes notice to these things. the way your mouth waters before you get his cock in your mouth. the way you suck hard, barely letting his cock leave your mouth. or how about the sheer amount of times you do it, going down on him every chance you get. god, sometimes you’d just be sitting on the couch and pull out his dick so that you can have it in your mouth. jack wasn’t particularly a ‘receiver’ more than a ‘giver’ but who would he be to deny his girl anything?
and when you didn’t have something in your mouth, something to numb the feeling? you were a brat. that’s the only word fit to describe you, jack decided. he learnt the signs early on, you were moody, short tempered, dissatisfied with anything he did. and the only way to fix you was to give you something to suck. which is how you’re in the situation you’re in right now.
he grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks. "come on baby, open for me," he instructs. one word that makes your body go limp and without even thinking you comply, parting your lips just wide enough for his fingers to fit in.
he runs two thick fingers across your bottom lip and your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his fingertips against your lips. he pushes them just past your lips, grazing the tip of your tongue and you close your mouth around them. you immediately move your tongue against them, swirling around them and without even realising it you begin sucking on them hard.
"is that what you needed huh, baby? just needed my fingers in your mouth to shut you up?" he coos, stroking the side of your face with his free hand, you melt into his touch, nuzzling your face against the large palm.
he pushes his fingers to the back of your throat, so he can hear the gagging sounds you make. he’s rock hard at this point but is enjoying the view too much to stop now. you with your wide, doe eyes staring up at him, drool dribbling out your mouth and coating his hand.
each thrust of his fingers reaches a new depth, each time you think he can’t go any farther back, he does. tears begin to pool in your eyes, the lack of oxygen getting to you. you try hard to breathe through your nose but each thrust of his fingers takes all the air out of you. you’re at his mercy, no choice but to take it, and love it. which you do.
꒰ . ₊˚⊹♡ JACK IN :: eating you out while you're on your period. ꒱
TW: this one is really filthy, atleast the filthiest i've written... blood play(?), blood kink, period blood, oral (f receiving) jack being lowk a perv, but a loving one!
you hated your period.
it was...disgusting. it made you easily irritable, incredibly sensitive. and the worst part? you were a heavy flow girl. you couldn't go a period without staining atleast 2 pairs of panties and shorts.
you tried to find the beauty of it, to appreciate that it meant your body was working beautifully, the way it was intended to do so. but every time you wiped and saw red, it ruined your whole week.
jack also hated your period, but for different reasons. he wasnt a stranger to blood, he didnt budge at the smell of it, or even at the sight you so tried to hide of you accidentally staining the sheets. he hated it because you put your pussy on lockdown for an entire two weeks.
you claimed it was,“probably disgusting for you to see me like that.” as if you didnt know all the blood he's seen, all the blood that has been smothered on his body.
he had to fix this!
he couldn't let his girls go another day without getting touched, more less getting soothed.
“jack i really dont think we should do this.”
you were sitting on the middle of the bed, two towels layered under you while jack adjusted himself in a good position to be able to eat you out without putting too much strain on his prosthetic.
“please sweetheart. i wouldnt be begging so much if i didn't want to.”
that relaxed you a bit. also, the fact that in your years of dating multiple boys, not men, boys, some of them refused to eat you out in general.
and here is jack, such a gentleman, such a filthy old man begging to eat you out while you're on your period.
“f-fine. just-” you leaned back, spreading your legs shyly while grabbing a pillow to bury your face in. he wants to yank it out of your face. he wants to see your sweet face while you come apart from his tongue dammit.
but he's kind enough to let this pass, knowing that you're way past your comfort zone. “just relax, okay baby? it'll be like always.” as if he cant spell the tinge of iron coming from your pussy. he peels your panties off, ignoring the pad stuck on it.
he smiles at the sight of you, so open, so vulnerable. so his.
it starts with tiny little sucks and licks. giving you enough time to tell him to stop. and when you dont, he indulges himself and starts going more firmer. the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance, moaning softly against your pussy at the taste of your juices paired with your blood.
you're clean shaven, something you always do whenever you get your period because its less of a mess. but you can feel everything. the feeling of his tongue flattening at your folds, his prickly scruff stimulating at your clit.
“jack...” a tiny whimper slips out, already throwing the pillow away to be able to grip his curls. “jack keep going im so so close-” apparently being on your period makes you extra sensitive down there too. he continues working, incredibly loud wet noises filling the room, paired with soft grunts coming from him as you tug at his hair.
sitting up slightly, you buckle your hips against his face, watching as your blood smears on his face even more. its so sexy, almost as if you were claiming him. it was your blood on his face, your blood that he's slurping right now.
“fuck fuck im-” you babble, eyes rolling back as you arch your back. thighs locking around his head to keep him in place. you dont even notice how his big, rough hands gripping your thighs as you go over the edge. your body goes limp, hips twitching as you come all over his tongue.
he pulls away, giving your puffy clit gentle pats while using one of the towels to wipe all the blood off his face. “see baby? it was so so good.” he coos, giving your trembling lips a soft peck, pressing his hands down on your hips to keep you from trembling too much. “lets go another round, yeah?” all you hear is the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor before his big frame looms over you.
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"You feel so good, baby. So good around me," Jack groans into your ear as he thrusts into you. A long pleasurable stretch is felt with in you as he pushes in and a shiver goes down your spine at his words that had you clench around him further.
He smiles against your neck, before planting a kiss there. "That good? I'm making you feel that good baby?"
You nodded feverishly, hands clawing into the bedsheets beneath you. You arch your back into him in a want to feel more of him as you shove your face into you pillow to muffle your moans.
He chuckles a throaty laugh, moving his hand from your waist, up your body and firmly grasping at your chin, pulling your up against him and away from the pillow. He kisses your jaw before moving a breathe by your ear. "No no, I want to hear you, sweetheart." He trusts into you and you moan out into the cool air. "I want to hear how good you feel. How good I make you feel."
"Fuck, Jack."
"Yeah?" He rolls his hips into you, nipping at your neck.
"Fuck, so good," you moan, pushing your hips into him. "So good. Please. Please, I want more. I can't-- i want-- Please." You began to lose your words as your desperately move your hips looking for more friction.
He groan against your skin, slowly pulling out of you before slamming his full length back into you.
You gasp out at the sensation, eyes shutting tight as you let the pleasure wash over you.
"There you go. Just what you wanted. Right baby? Feeling good for me?"
You nod, your mind growing foggy, and nerves getting taut.
Jack fucks into you harder, allowing your head to drop on to pillow in favor of grabbing onto you waist. He kisses the side of your neck as he keeps trusting into you, continuing to speak on how good you make him feel, how good you're doing, and how much he will fuck into you 'till you become a moaning, whining mess.
It did not take him long to get you there
"You close, baby?"
You nod against the pillow, tears in your eyes from all the pleasure, drool falling down the side of your mouth as moans and whines freely fall out your mouth. Your head fogging up, filling with nothing but the focus of his deep hard thrusts.
"Okay," he breathes into the side of your neck, picking the pace. "Come for me, baby. Come for me."
You head tipped back, meeting his bare teeth to your neck where he bites into you.
You moan out, a pleasurable wave traveling through you as you came. He groaned into you, continuing his thrusting before slowly joining you with his own release before collapsing onto you.
You laid on top of one another, sharing breaths, before Jack pulled out of you causing you both groan at the feeling.
He pulls you against his chest, chin on top your head as he whispers into your temple. "That felt good, sweetheart?"
You nodded content, a soft smile on your lips. "So good."
Description- What happens when Jack's wife returns from the bar bathroom and finds another woman with her hands on her husband
CW- reader is jealous as all hell, another character attempts infidelity, Jack has a damn good time, casual and not literal mention of violence, takes place in a bar, implied alcohol consumption
AN- This spawned into existence while I was waiting to pick up my gal from the dentist. It's by far the shortest thing I've ever written, but I usually struggle with length anyway (that's what she said)
You’d be an idiot if you thought it would never happen. That no one would ever see Jack Abbot, the handsome, muscular man with beautiful steady eyes and a heart you couldn’t help but trust the first time he smiled, and wish that they had him for themselves.
You knew it happened, that people gave him a second glance when they passed him on the street, subtly looking him over head to toe and admiring the nice shape of him, the way he moved with quiet confidence, not taking up more space than he needed to make a show of himself like some did. He was handsome, he was attractive, he was beautiful and sexy and cute all rolled into one. You knew these things, and you knew others would too. How could they not?
That didn’t make it any easier to see as you returned from the bar bathroom.
The woman was standing between your stool and Jack’s at the bartop, a hand resting lightly on his shoulder as she tossed her head back in a laugh. Her chocolate curls fell down to her shoulders, catching the dim bar lighting and shining like a rich sleek metal as it moved.
Something in your stomach twisted, something dark and ugly that you didn’t care to think about, filling you with an undeserved surge of anger. You wanted to smack her hand away from him, to yell in her face to back off.
The black metal band on his finger was clear as day. You could see it from nearly across the room, glinting in the hanging lights where his weathered hand wrapped around his lowball tumbler. She must have been able to see it with how intently she gazed at him, drinking him in as if she’d never seen a man before.
That made it all the worse. Accidents happened, a stumble turning into brushed shoulders that could be laughed off, but this, this, was purposeful. It was a choice she was making, to cozy up to Jack, to not look at his wedding band as if it would merely poof out of existence.
Fuck that.
You were storming over before you realized it.
Jack’s face lit up as he spotted you, still a few feet away.
“There’s my girl,” he greeted warmly. His arm was outstretched, welcoming you against his side, the spot by your stool still occupied by the pretty brunette woman who’d had her hands all over him.
“Hi, baby,” you said sweetly, stepping into his embrace and leaning even closer, one hand cupping his cheek to steady him as you kissed him deeply. He made a small sound of surprise in the back of his throat, but kissed you back without hesitation, his arm wrapping further around you to hold you close. His eyes were dark when you parted, a faint questioning look passing behind them as you grinned at him coyly, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
“Making friends?” you asked lightly, settling yourself sideways on his lap, making sure to favor his good leg before you pressed one more kiss to his temple, your fingers combing through the thick curls at the back of his head. When you turned to face the woman, smiling overly sweetly at her, you felt a sick twinge of satisfaction to see the way her lips pursed together tightly.
“Sweetheart, this is Jessie,” Jack introduced, gesturing to the woman. His words lilted with faint humor, like he was watching his favorite reality show and the drama had just gotten good. “She was just complimenting my shirt.”
You laughed weakly. Of course she was. Just the thick flannel, surely it had nothing to do with the way he filled it out with his broad shoulders and thick, bulging biceps.
“It looks like really good quality,” Jessie said, desperately trying to sound neutral. “What is it, cotton?”
Jack hummed, looking to you with a faint smirk. “I wouldn’t know,” he admitted. “This one bought it for me.” His arm tightened around you for a moment, giving you a slight squeeze.
You frowned, your hand running up and down his chest to feel the fabric as you thought. She wasn’t wrong, it really was a good shirt. You’d always loved the soft feel of it under your hands when you ran your hands over his shoulders, sometimes bunching the fabric in your fists when he caught you off guard with an especially deep kiss.
“I don’t remember.” You chuckled, giving her an easy smile. “Guess I’ll have to check later when he takes it off.”
Jessie nodded once in silent understanding, swallowing thickly before she picked up her drink from the counter. It was so close to the one you’d left Jack to look over for you that it had left a ring of condensation on the edge of the napkin you used as a coaster.
“Right, well, I guess I’ll leave you to it,” she said, doing her best to paste on a cheerful smile to match her overly chipper tone. Her words sounded hollow, her finger tracing the rim of her glass as her eyes moved between you and Jack.
You only nodded, giving her an almost sympathetic smile to watch her go from your perch on Jack’s lap, fingers still twirling through his curls in a way you knew from countless hours curled up together that he loved. You picked up your own glass to sip, and Jack had to duck his head into the crook of your neck to muffle the sudden laugh he let slip at the way her eyes widened when she saw your wedding ring.
A flicker of pride went through him, glad that even after so long together, he had made the right choice that day. Hours of designing had gone into your set of rings, months spent deliberating every curve of the band and cut of the stone before he finally showed you, wanting to make every detail perfect for you, to give you something as beautiful as you were that you would never want to take off. And you never did.
“Have a good night, Jessie!” you called as she retreated.
Jack gave you a warm look when she was out of earshot, dark hazel eyes trailing over your face like he wanted to catch every detail of it.
“You handled that mildly,” he drawled, amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. His eyes glimmered, the corners creasing the way they always did, bearing the weight of his hidden smile for him.
You laughed, adjusting your position on his lap to wrap both arms behind his neck.
“Careful, Jack,” you teased. “I might think you liked seeing me all possessive.”
He only hummed, the deep vibration carrying through his chest and into your side pressed against it, lifting one shoulder before letting it down into a small shrug.
“You expect me to be upset to have you all over me, playing with my hair?” He gave you a cocky smirk, gaze lowering for just a moment to your lips before flicking back up. Your breath caught, and he noticed, head tilting slightly as he looked up at you through his lashes that had no business being so thick.
“Thought for a moment you might smash a bottle over her head,” he continued, though his voice had dropped. His hand gripped your thigh, pulling you higher up his lap as he adjusted how he sat on the barstool. It couldn’t have been comfortable for him, but he was far from complaining. “That what you want, honey? Me having to stitch her up?”
The thought of his hands on her made you angry enough to bite your tongue.
“That’s exactly why I didn’t,” you pointed out smugly, nestling even closer until the tip of your nose brushed the bridge of his. “I’d much rather keep you as my private doctor, Jack.”
He laughed through his nose, his unblinking gaze meeting yours without dropping. “I’ll be your anything, baby, but I don’t think I should be your doctor.”
You rolled your eyes, giving his scruffy cheek a kiss before fully melting against him, nuzzling into the side of his neck.
“Have it your way then. I’ll just make Robby my emergency contact.”
A sharp laugh left Jack before he could stop it.
“Don’t even joke about that, sweetheart.”
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