I need someone to write a LONGGG x reader fic of this gorgeous man so I can cope with the fact that Iâll never have a chance with him đ
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I need someone to write a LONGGG x reader fic of this gorgeous man so I can cope with the fact that Iâll never have a chance with him đ

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thinking about taking care of jack after a LOOONNGGG day. hes spent hours networking, chatting up crowds etc and all he wants to do is come home to his (controversially younger!) girlfriend and let her jerk him off as she asks about his day
disclaimer: this is a piece of fictional work. although based on real people, the charactersâand circumstancesâpresented are entirely fictional and should be treated as such.
slight power dynamics; handjobs; pet names (honey and baby); clothed sex; MDNI 18+ w/ JACK SCHLOSSBERG
you've always thought that jack looked pretty when he was all dolled up. when his hair was swept off of his clean-shaven face and his slim body perfectly filled up a suit that was tailored just for him. when he unlocked a part of himself that you rarely see, even though it's such a big part of who he is. jack's always pretty to you, even if he glares in the mirror and turns his head this way and that before an event, nonverbally expressing how jarring it still is to see himself like the ones who came before him.
you'll tell him he looks goodâwhether that be via the words coming out of your mouth, or a restrained kiss that worked to transfer as little makeup as possible. maybe a gentle press of your fingers into his shoulders, or wrapping your arm around his back. either way, it was always honest.
but you truthfully prefer jack when he's like thisâleaning back against the bathroom counter, his hair fallen out of the swept back wave, curls visible thanks to the late-summer humidity as well as the heat swirling in the bathroom from the previously running shower. you'd shut it off once jack breathlessly complained about wasting water.
he was right, but you still appeared a little upset about having to stop your task to reach a hand into the water and turn the dial off. you were back on jack within the minute, though.
your hand wrapped around his cock, while you stared up at him attentively, smiling and nodding as if you weren't languidly jerking him off and you both were just having a regular conversation. he's keeping up well, only faltering every so often, usually whenever you twist your hand around his tip every few strokes.
but he recovers quickly, clearing his throat and blinking a few times before picking up where he left off.
"then i had the meeting with my editors after lunch..." he continues detailing the events of his day, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time, only drifting off to the side whenever he has to think about something.
sweet | j.schlossberg
warnings: p0rn no plot, oral (r recieving), fingering, praise, petnames (angel, baby, doll, sweetheart), squirting, calls himself daddy, heâs a tini bit mean at the end :(, chat i do not know how to write shit after the smut is over, i RUSHED this so my apologies if itâs not the best
parings: jack schlossberg x f!reader
you being jackâs scandal.
jack had been married, but his marriage was in shambles. ever since he started running as a presidential candidate up until the moment he became president. he had no one to go to for support, his wife distanced herself, taking their daughter alone and letting jack go through things by himself. then he met you.
he told you about his problems, talked on the phone, took you for late night walks in the white house garden, it was all so nice. it started off as something small, you both met at a bar, jack resorting to the strongest liquor as a way to cope with the stress of his wife potentially leaving, and you being the most sober person in the bar, making sure he makes it out alive. his wife never left him though. and she still doesnât know whatâs happening between the two of you.
anyway thatâs how you ended up a month later, late night in the oval office, jacks button up white shirt sliding off your shoulder while you bounced on his cock in his presidentâs chair. jack continued to unbutton his shirt that was clad around your body and began to suck on your tits, leaving you in pleasure as you threw your head back.
âget up.â you quickly obeyed and stood on your feet, jack turned you around and bent you over his desk, quickly shoving his cock back into you and thrusting hard, his strong hands grabbed your waist and one hand was used to smack your ass, leaving a mark.
âyou love being bent over my desk like a dirty fucking slut donât you.â you whimpered and nodded, but jack gripped onto your hair and brung your back to meet his chest, you squealed loudly as he continued thrusting. âsay it. say you like being a dirty slut. my dirty slut.â
you gasped as he gripped your throat. âi love being your dirty slut.â you cried and he had the audacity to laugh and force your head back onto his desk. he grunted as he gave you a few more hard thrusts, until he pulled out and you cried out at the loss of contact. he turned you around and gripped your face, âshut the fuck up.â then he crashed his mouth onto yours.
the makeout was quick and hot, jacks tongue fought for dominance against yours and you could feel the saliva swapping, that just make it even more hotter. jack pulled away and forced your mouth open, then he spit in it. âswallow.â you obeyed and jack smirked, caressing your face.
âyou wanna get fucked more, huh baby? one orgasm wasnât enough for you?â you shook your head and jack picked you up, shoving you against his window as he forced his cock back into you. âiâll fuck you till you had enough donât worry baby.â
you moaned out loud and began scratching at his back as his big arms wrapped around you and bounced your tiny figure up and down, all the pleasure becoming too overwhelming for you to handle. jack laughed in your ear, âdonât worry baby i got you. i wonât let you fall.â
after a few more thrusts, you came. but jack had other plans. âget on your knees.â you quickly got on your knees and jack forced his cock into your mouth, making you gag around it.
he groaned and threw his head back, gripping onto your hair for more support as you continued sucking the life out of him. you bobbed your head back and forth and gathered saliva into your mouth, letting his cock fall out so you can spit on it. you giggled as you slapped it against your face and pouted your lips up at him. he looked down at you, âfuck baby your so pretty.â you nodded and became stroking his cock, making sure to look up at him with low and seductive eyes at the same time.
âfuck iâm gonna come.â jack shot out spurts of cum onto your face, covering it all. you rubbed his cock all over you and licked his tip to collect any leftover cum, before using your fingers to lick his cum off your face.
jack pulled you up by your neck and sloppily kissed you, picking you up and bringing him into his bedroom. âmy dirty fucking girl.â you giggled and wrapped your legs around him.
little did he know, his wife was on his way to speak with him about marriage counseling. yikes, thatâs scandalous.

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jack schlossberg talking you through it.
only for your pleasure of course. he loves making his girl feel good. youâd be bouncing on his girthy cock, wet sounds filling the room along with you loud moans & whimpers, while jack just looks up and watches you, while his hands gripping your hips and occasionally grabbing your tits. he can tell your close just by the laziness of your movements and the constantly throwing your head back while you rolled your hips on his. âfuck jack baby please.â you whimpered and put your hands on his chest, all tired and fucked out.
âcmere baby.â he said in a low, raspy morning voice. he pulled you down onto him and crashed his lips onto yours, slipping in his tongue and running his long, veiny hand through your hair, while his other hand caressed and squeezed your ass. âyou like makin a mess on my cock huh pretty girl.â he smirked at you and you nodded, you started grinding your hips back and forth against his again until he stopped your movements and started fucking up into you.
you moaned loudly and threw your head back, one of your hands gripping onto the headboard and the other onto the pillows. âcmon baby i know you got one more in you. do you pretty girl?â you nodded and buried your head into his neck and continued moaning. âno say it y/n. say youâll cum for me again baby.â
âfuck yes jack iâll cum for you.â he laughed in your ear as he continued fucking up into you, keeping up his pace and occasionally smacking your ass. he grunted as he felt you clench around him and threw his head back into the pillows. you whimper his name and throw your ass down on him, matching his rhythm as you both try to chase your highs together.
he feels your body tense up and you start to tremble and he wraps his big, buff, veiny arms around you to hold you close so you donât try to run away. he knows your close. he was forcing you to take every inch of his cock while he whispered dirty things into your ear. âyou like when i fuck you like this princess? you gonna squirt all over my cock?â all you could do was cry out and squeal from the pleasure.
âgive it to me baby. cum all over this dick.â. you squeezed your eyes shut and continued to rock back and forth against his cock while you came. you whimpered against him and gripped onto his hair, looking for support in something. a few moments after, jack grunted into your ear and came himself. he always made sure you came first. âoh fuck baby this pussy feels so good.â
he rubbed on your back and tried his best not to ruin your high, âcalm down baby i know.â he continued to let you rock back and forth.
âlook at you princess you did it for me, didnât you.â
disclaimer: this is a piece of fictional work. although based on real people, the charactersâand circumstancesâpresented are entirely fictional and should be treated as such.
jack's away for work, but you convince him to call you for a bit. slight power dynamics; phone sex; masturbation; lowkey fluff MDNI 18+ w/ JACK SCHLOSSBERG
as soon as he answers the call, you can tell he's a little tipsy. there's a shine to his eyes, his gaze more relaxed than usual, his blinks less punctual as he stares down into the phone almost at an aerial view.
then he speaks, an energetic, drawn out and almost bimbo-esque "hey" yelled right into the microphone. there's commotion in the background, music and chatter layered together with an almost synthetic perfection.
"hey, where are you?" you squint at the screen, already swiping out of facetime and clicking on his location whenever he starts answering.
"uh i'm out. at dinner. want me to call you later?"
by the time later comes, you might be knocked out and drooling into the pillows with your phone limply hanging in your hand.
but you've been dying to talk to him. you've seen nothing but media coverage of his dayâtiktoks from students on campus, tweets from people who claim to have walked by him while he was on his ripstick, a few pictures with curt messages sent from him. you haven't actually spoken to jack since early this morning when you were still too tired, sleep still clouding your vision as you answered his phone call.
you're desperate to speak to him while you're mostly coherent, so you agree.
i wanna scream so badddddd