#feeblefont fics

The bed dips with a creak as he sits just shy of your hip, a hand coming up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear.

You stir with the movement, managing to catch his hand in yours and pull him closer to your curled form on the mattress.

"Jack?" your voice creaks out, muffled by sleep.

"Hey kid," he replies, a ghost of a grin tugging the corners of his mouth, thumb gliding where you fit his palm to your cheek. "How late did you stay up?

"Mm, I dunno.." You attempt to open your eyes, but exhaustion prevents you from more than a mere peek. "Prolly 'til your lunch break."

"I don't get a lunch break."

"Precisely," at this, he huffs out a tired laugh.

Jack sits perched on the edge of the bed, pulling his hand away to rub where the prosthetic socket meets his limb. It always chafes after a long night like this; a soul would chafe after the things he's been through.

Sleepy, half-lidded eyes scan your form. Perpetual stubble softening his hardened features, too much time spent deployed in the unforgiving sun, age spots and freckles dot his arms and neck.

"You coming t' bed?" you mumble, curling in on yourself. He can never sleep anymore; it's easier with you, but he struggles to find silence comforting after a life on edge.

"Yeah, just gonna shower first. Go back to sleep, promise it'll be quick." Placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder, he pulls himself away before he can fall into bed with god knows what covering his scrub top.

"M'kay. I'll be here..." You trail off, already drifting away again. His polar opposite yet fitting so comfortably in this world, it's disconcerting

The pad of his feet on the carpet and drone of the shower are the last things you hear before they lull you to complete oblivion...

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Warm hands find you, caressing your hips. Open-mouth kisses placed upon the arc of your spine, his stubble tickling you deliciously, causing you to arch into the mattress.

Balmy eucalyptus and ginger envelop you, flooding your senses. Growing heat finds solace behind your navel, an electric current buzzing beneath your skin.

Eyes inching open, you glance over your shoulder, the front of you pressed into the mattress as Jack crowds in from behind. It's dizzying how quickly he can fill a space, his presence so calm yet commanding.

"Shh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. Just needed to feel my girl," he coos, coaxing your head back to the pillow as he shoves your tank top to your shoulders.

Your breath hitches as sharp teeth find your ass, licking apologetically at the marks left behind. Mouth inching ever so close to the spot aching for him most, he pauses, breath ghosting over your clothed cunt. "All of my girl.."

You squirm involuntarily, softly panting as you eagerly raise your hips until his lips rest against you.

"Use your words, hm?" Jack teases

"Please."

"Please what, honey?" his lips brush against your sex deliciously, sending vibrations straight to your core.

"Please fucking touch me," whined into the pillow beneath you.

"Tch, so bossy..." Before you can quip back, his tongue makes contact with the wet warmth building behind your underwear. A gasp rips from your throat as he starts lapping and sucking at you through the infuriatingly thin cotton. Just enough to build you up, not enough to find the precipice.

He eats with lazy reverence, nipping at the fabric on your clit, causing your hips to jerk, dragging the tip of his tongue through your folds, leaving the fabric soaked and clinging to you ruined.

Peeling the elastic off your hips, he tosses the wad somewhere among the sheets, the cold air causing goosebumps to prick your flesh.

His tongue dives back in, lavishing languidly, wide strokes of heat lick up your spine as mewls of pleasure fill the space, he buries a middle finger knuckle deep in your warmth.

"Fuck.." Using his other hand, Jack spreads you open, marveling at the slick connected to his hand and coating your thighs, burying another finger within. "This all f'me? God, what am I gonna do with you?"

Lifting your head from the pillow it's buried in and tossing a look over your shoulder, "Oh my god..." You falter, witnessing the way he takes in your sex. His grey hair still mussed from the shower, evidence of your arousal visible on his chin, the warm plane of his chest flexing with his ministrations on your cunt. The only thing between you is a towel slung low over his hips, straining with arousal.

You keen into his touch, the crook of his fingers finding that perfect spot as stars spark behind your eyelids.

"You ready f'me? Don't want to hurt my sweet girl," he breathes out, soft tone so at odds with the sinful way his thumb bumps against your clit with each thrust.

"I want it to hurt..."

"Is that right?" his fingers pull out, the absence having you clench around nothing. Whines leave your throat at the loss of attention before the head of his cock presses against your entrance. "Always full of complaints. You know I give my girl what she wants..."

He pushes in suddenly. Jack was perfect in so many ways; the stretch has you pulling away from him, always so unexpected that no prep disguised the delicious burn bound to leave you breathless.

His hand presses the small of your back into the mattress, completely pinned and at his mercy. "You said you wanted it," he pushes in further, moans torn from your pretty lips, "So fucking take it, huh?"

Gripping you tightly, he pulls you back onto his cock until you bottom out with a rasping moan. He leans his weight into you, towering over your frame.

The pillow beneath your head does little to drown out the babbled curses and requests, all jumbled into single indiscernible sentences.

"Thaaat's it, sweetheart. You're doing so well, practically made for me."

Your hands white-knuckle the pillow beneath you, heat swirling in your abdomen, mouth parting in a silent scream.

Jack sets a slow, hungry rhythm, his hands roaming over the grooves of your figure. His hand creeps between you and the mattress, finding the bud of your nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

Your hands come back to grasp his thighs, the dizzying sense of being filled and surrounded intoxicating.

His other hand drags down your body, bumping against your clit and causing your hips to buck back onto his length, wrenching a desperate moan from your lungs. The building sensation in your abdomen overwhelming.

"Such a good girl. You wanna cum for me? Is that something you can do?" An audible smirk in his tone, the patronizing question causes butterflies to erupt as you clench harder on his length.

All you can do is moan in assent as he rubs reassuring circles into your clit. Moans increase in urgency as he fucks into you eagerly, tip kissing your cervix, muddying pleasure and pain.

The wave crashes over you suddenly, spamsing and clinging to his presence at your back as your world upends. He works you through your high, bringing his lips to kiss the juncture of your shoulder softly.

Your gaze falls open, exhausted and fucked out eyes meeting his smug expression. He studies you sweetly, continuing to rub soothing circles into your cunt, jolts of pleasure edging another wave to inch ever higher.

Pained sobs seize your lungs, tears building in your eyes as the stimulation consumes you.

"Yeah? Yeah... I know, honey. Just one more for me, okay? I know you can do it, sweet girl..." he watches you intently, removing his hand from your tit to force your gaze to his, a captive audience to your impending orgasm. "Just one more, show me you can be a good girl, yeah?"

Every nerve exposed, the scratch of his stubble on your shoulder, the calloused palm against your cheek, and the rasp of the sheets against your oversensitive nipples, all a perfect storm.

Grip tightening on your face as you tense around him, vision going white as nerve endings fray. Aching body, trembling with bliss, he kisses your open mouth, tongue delving in sloppily as you try to reciprocate through burning lungs.

"Fuuuck, baby. You're so pretty cumming on my cock." his hand slides out from beneath you, giving you one last kiss before pulling his weight off of you to sit up.

Rocking his hips experimentally, marveling at the way your cunt pulls him in greedily. "So beautiful.."

"Jack."

"Yeah, honey?"

"Please.. Please cum in me."

His hips stumble in their steady tempo. Exhaling a desperate, shaky sigh, Jack grips your hips roughly, sure to leave bruises.

"Fuck, you don't know what that does to me, honey.." His head swims, lust consuming, pupils blown wide.

"Please, Jack.. Need to feel you, need to feel full."

His hips slam into you, bruising thrusts as your words egg on the high already crowding in on him.

Hyper-focused on his pleasure, Jack pulls you back to meet the unforgiving pace with urgency. No time to catch your breath as his growled curses reach your ears, his own pleasure ripping through his core.

Bottoming out in your cunt with a wanton moan, his pants filling the empty space of your fucked out head, you revel in the heat lining your insides.

Feeling him in every inch of you, impossibly full. He stays there momentarily, both a heap of limbs, attempting to regain composure.

Sweat cooling on your back, he pulls out leisurely, the steady drag of his cock against your walls causing both of you to hiss.

"You did so good for me, honey." The praises fall easily from his lips, a contented hum wavering in your chest.

The lack of stretch is apparent as his weight leaves you, sitting back on his knees, chest heaving, admiring the way his cum leaks from your core.

Sparks shoot to your toes as his fingers deftly scoop the spill, pushing it back into your hole, coating his fingers in the evidence of the two of you.

"God.. You're perfect." It's so quiet, uttered with pure reverence and adoration at the sight beneath him.

"And to think, you just showered," he chuckles, finally tearing his gaze up to your face. Your exhausted gaze somehow still lights up the panes of your face. Soft smile melting the day's hardships to his knees.

"Don't move, I'll get you cleaned up." He pats your hip and walks off to the restroom. It's some time before he returns, warm washcloth in tow.

He wipes you off with great care, apologizing at the more sensitive spots where you take breath through your clenched teeth. The sticky mixture scrubbed off where it pooled between your thighs, leaving you raw.

Stretching out your limbs as you flip over and reach for Jack, he crumbles into your arms, tense shoulders releasing with the soft drag of your nails against the muscles.

Burying his face in the side of your neck, breathing your scent in as if grounding himself. He exhales deeply, rattling your bones.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me." He mumbles, the edges of his mind fuzzing with exhaustion, from the day, from the sex, one can never know.

You kiss his temple, burying a hand in his hair, applying pressure to his scalp with your nails as he hums in bliss. "Thank you. For everything," you whisper back, a not-so-secret passed between your two souls

His words mumbled onto your lips before a wave of pleasure crashes into your body. Hips jerking frantically as he continues rocking your waist with a bruising grip.

Gasping, you tuck your face into the side of his neck, grip coming around his back to ground you through your peak.

"God, those pretty sounds, you did so well for me, baby. Wanna give me one more?" He places a kiss on the side of your head, mind still reeling, pants the only sound ringing through your skull.

"Need to make you feel good, Jack, please. Please let me," you beg, pulling back to give him your best doe-eyed stare.

"Tell me what you want, sweet girl." his thumb and forefinger grip your chin, craning your neck up further as he crowds your space.

"You. I want you, Jack."

"Where, honey? Use your words.."

You pull back fully, standing on uneven footing before placing your hands on his chest and sliding down his front. Maintaining eye contact as his expression grows dark.

Your knees smart against the unforgiving tile, bruises sure to bloom in the wake.

His gaze tracks your movements, hair disheveled from your fingers, shirt scrunched from your fists, torso already peeking out from the hem. Running your hands underneath, nails scraping where they come to rest right at the belt line.

"I want you here," you murmur distractedly, working his belt loose from the notches.

His hands rub at the sides of his face, letting loose a smothered, wrecked groan.

"Fuck, kid. You're gonna ruin me."

Working him free from his jeans, you grasp the base of his cock, pumping all the way to the plush pink head, watching the way he twitches in your hand.

You lean forward, slowly taking the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue, reveling in the taste of his arousal.

Jack rubs your head, admiring the way you take him a little deeper with each bob, finding a rhythm that matches the pump of your fist.

He intakes breath through his teeth as you stare up into his gaze. Cheeks hollowing out as you hum around him.

His fist tangles against your scalp, hips rolling experimentally. You moan into the pressure of his tip, budging the back of your throat.

"God, you're so beautiful, can you take it all the way, baby?" Already jutting his hips before you can nod around him, filling your senses.

Holding your head in place, he rocks forward, pace slow as he allows you to catch your breath. His own coming in staggered gasps and mumbled praises.

He pulls you off of him, a line of saliva attaching your lips to his cock. He falters at the sight, moaning low in his throat and closing his eyes.

You giggle, "Yeah? You gonna make it, old man?" taunt coming so easily to you.

His eyes meet yours, inspecting with lust-filled pupils, your own fucked out expression mirrored back. Cheeks flush and pink, lips swollen red, heavy breaths causing your chest to rise and fall tantalizingly as the spit caught on your chin catches the light.

Squaring his shoulders, he taps the head of his cock to your lips, you open easily with a smile.

Before you can react, he's rocketing back into your throat, nose almost brushing the curls at his base. You gag around him, hands shooting up to rest on his thighs, his grip firm on your tresses as you look up desperately.

He sets a punishing pace, hips snapping into you as spit accumulates at the corners of your mouth, tears flowing freely down your cheeks.

Garbled moans echo around the space as he pulls you down fully on his cock. Nose pressed against his abdomen as you struggle to find air.

"Who's old now, baby, huh? Say it again for me," he growls, smug smirk lighting up his features.

You whimper helplessly, lungs burning and chest soaked from the saliva dribbling off your chin.

He pulls you off, allowing you to cough and sputter, mind hazy from lack of oxygen, you gaze up desperately at the man above you, before he plunges back in.

Cruel pumps have your throat aching and spasming around him, fighting for air every time he pulls back enough for you to remember you need it.

His hips stutter, bruising sure to form on your soft palette as his cock bulges your throat.

Thrusts become shallower as he barely maintains control. "Fuuuck, that's it, just a little more baby, come on. Suck on it for me, yeah? Yeah.. Fuck.. Just like that sweet girl.."

Pulling you all the way down once more, you stare up at his wrecked expression. Feeling his release in your throat, twitching with pleasure as you choke around him, ruined moans tore from his clenched teeth.

He pulls out slowly, careful to cradle your head when you can't hold it up on your own. Swallowing what's left of his cum on your tongue, you heave air into your lungs and wait for the dizzying desire to abate. Jaw aching deliciously.

"Oh my pretty girl, you did so well for me." Jack coos, crouching down to your level, cradling you to his chest. Calming circles stroked against your back as the rise and fall of your chest evens out.

He pulls back to look in your eyes. "Was I too rough?"

"No, no. Just surprising is all." Your smile laced with exhaustion, he huffs out a laugh.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"