#boot kink

you’ve been lounging around his house all day, practically melting into his couch by the time he steps through the front door

his skin is damp, glistening in the afternoon light, hair sticking to his forehead, you peep your eye open at the sound of the door shutting

immediately greeted with the sight of Jack in his SWAT gear, sporting a camo and tan quarter zip, camo pants, a black t-shirt underneath, a heavy gun sitting in a holster attached to his thigh, and tan combat boots

the second you process his presence a few feet away from you, you’re off of the couch and on him, his head in your hands and your lips on his cheek, kissing all over his face

“sweetheart, I’m all sweaty..” his arms wrap around your waist anyways, gently lifting you up into the air for a few seconds to kiss your lips before gently setting you down

“I just missed you is all, Jackie!!”

you’re nuzzling into his neck, pressed up against him on your tip toes, hands weakly grasping at his shirt

“go sit down, Jackie.”

“sweetheart…”

“please, I need to feel you!”

you’re whining into his ear when he finally moves his tired body over to the couch, slowly crouching down to sit, your footsteps follow him

you kneel in front of him, looking up at him eagerly before looking him up and down, eyes scanning his body before landing on his boot, settling there for a moment before your eyes dart back up, pink dusting your cheeks

“What is it, sweetheart?”

his voice is gravely and raspy, worn out and tired from being out on the field

“I- um..”

“Tell me, sweet girl. What is it?”

you’re fully blushing now, hands fidgeting in your lap, not looking at his face anymore

“can I.. grind on your boot?”

he goes fully silent, eyes locking on yours with an unreadable expression painting his face, jaw clenching just slightly

“sweetheart..” he grumbles out, “my boots are dirty.”

“I don’t want to get your pretty little shorts dirty” he sighs, moving to pull you up into his lap, but you stay still, determined

“but Jackie!! I want to, please!” you whine, “please please please!”

his jaw clenches further, eyes closing and head tilting back against the cushion, staying like that for a second before slowly lifting his head and making eye contact with you

his hand moves to the top of your head, threading his fingers through your hair and resting his palm at the roots

“spoiled girl..” he grumbles, “always getting what you want, huh?”

“well go ahead, angel. grind yourself on me.”

you move quick, straddling his left boot, knees on either side, your forehead leaning down onto his lap, hovering for a second before settling down onto his boot

you’re desperate, had been left craving his touch all day while he was gone, and now he was giving it to you

you roll your hips forward and then backward, clit rubbing up against the tip of this boot before sliding forward again

“look at me.”

you look up, desperation plastered all over your face and a red flush spreading down to your neck and onto your chest

“that’s right, just use me”

you mewl, rubbing yourself on him faster, your hands coming up to his lap to lace with his own

“use me to make yourself feel good, sweetheart..”

he watches amazed, looking down to where your tiny shorts are rubbing against his boot, a wet spot smearing along the top and darkening the color of the leather

“I can’t believe you enjoy this. my sweet angel, grinding herself all over my dirty boot,”

you’re edging closer and closer, stomach squeezing tight, your hands grasping his for dear life, while you moan and babble against his warm thigh, holding on longer and longer until

“cum for me, dirty girl. make yourself cum for me.”

it crashes through you, wrecking your body and leaving you shaking against him, panting to catch your breath

he taps his thigh once, calling you up onto his lap

you follow, tucking yourself into his neck while his arms go underneath your knees and neck, pressing a small peck to your temple

“you did so good for me, didn’t you?”

you nod into his neck, a whimper slipping loose from your throat

he keeps you like that for a minute before securing you in his hold and lifting you up, walking you both to the hallway leading to your shared bedroom, a squeak popping out of you

he just shakes his head, pressing another kiss into your hair

“surprised baby? I’m not done with you”

you were in for it now.