Let me give you what you want
Pairing - Jealous!possessive?Jack Abbot x f!reader
Summary - Jack broke his situationship with you, no strings attached, you end up with Brendan Park which sparks up some jealousy in Jack
Warnings - SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), brief handjob, mentions of creampies
No strings attached — it’s what Jack wanted, your “situationship” had only lasted 4 months, unfortunately for you, you had developed feelings for Jack, he had a way of caring for you, making your situationship with him feel more like a relationship.
Spending the night at each others place, the way he’d drift off into his sleep after spending hours buried into you, dumping his cum into you as he whispered the sweetest words into you, calling you a good girl as you took his cock, moaning into his ear when he’d pile-drive into you as if you hadn’t been fucked in months.
When he came to you about ending things, it shattered you, all the time you spent together, not to mention your feelings for him that you never brought up to him, with the fear that this exact thing would happen.
Just a month later, you caught someone else’s attention, Brendan Parks attention. What started off as friendly conversations turned into a first date with sex for dessert.
Jack watched as you and Brendan slowly got affectionate at work, drive by kisses to your cheek, checking up on you, ‘boyfriend-y’ things. What got Jack jealous was eavesdropping on one of your conversations.
Brendan decided to ask a question, one that not even Jack ever dared to ask you because of how bold it was, “What if I put a baby in you ? I can already imagine you all round and full, a baby Park by chance ?” Brendan said with a smile. You laughed nervously, your little ‘thing’ with him had only been going on for a month, but it got him hard just thinking about it. Dumping his cum into you, you showing him a positive pregnancy test within a month of that.
You loved the idea of it, but your sex with both of them was completely different. You and Jack never used condoms, or you’d at least forget about them 95% of the time, constant creampies with him, never forgetting to tell him that you wanted him to finish inside of you, how much you loved being filled with his cum, walking around with it staining your panties as it ran down your legs. With Brendan however, you were so diligent about using protection. So was it Brendan’s baby you wanted to have ? Or Jacks ?
You’d get asked how the sex was with Brendan, it was great, fantastic even. Unfortunately for you, half of your orgasms were faked, that was until you found yourself imagining Jack on top of you instead of Brendan, it helped you finish when Brendan’s cock wasn’t doing it for you. You had gone 2 weeks with having to fake them, then your first orgasm with ‘Jack’ had you biting down on Brendan’s shoulder, the way your body convulsed under his, unbeknownst to him that you were having sex with Jack in your head. The way that Jack would fuck you through your orgasms while Brendan would stop once your orgasm snapped. How Jack would whisper “oh fuck, that’s my good girl” as soon as he felt you tightening around him, your body’s way of telling him that you were close.
If Jack wanted to make you moan a certain way, or have you gasping in his ear, he knew how and where to touch you, he knew how to draw those shuddered moans out of you, how to make you cum within 5 minutes, he knew how to have you clinging onto him, like your life depended on it.
One night however, everyone went out for drinks. You and Brendan went together, you wore Jack’s favorite dress, hoping he’d be there, not entirely sure why you were hoping he would be.
You stood with the girls, gossiping about anything and anyone from work. Your eyes scanned the bar, Brendan was talking with his orthopedic surgery group, a drink in his hand, you looked away before your eyes met Jack’s familiar figure as he walked up to your little group.
You greeted each other, despite your little relationship with Brendan, you and Jack managed to be cordial with one another, after all, your situationship ended in a mutual agreement.
“Sooo…how’s the sex ?”, Jack asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“Excuse me ?” You said almost spitting your drink out.
You stared at each other, Jack leaned in, whispering in your ear, “does he talk you through it ? Does he fuck you through your orgasms ? Is it me who you imagine being on top of you when he’s inside you ?”
He hit the nail right on the head. You hated to admit that he left that mark on you, that while the sex with Brendan was fantastic, it wasn’t Jack, it wasn’t Brendan giving you multiple rounds in one night like Jack would, soaking the bedsheets even more then what they already were, it wasn’t Brendan, but Jack telling you “one more” after each orgasm.
“Let me give you what you want. A relationship, a ring, a baby or two, with the person you actually want it with”, that last bit of the sentence hit you hard.
“You were the one who wanted to end what we had because you didn’t want what Brendan and I have now, ‘no strings attached’”, you watched as Jack stayed silent. Hoping you had forgotten about that.
“Maybe seeing you with someone else changed my mind”, he admitted. He always thought he wasn’t the jealous type, at least not with Brendan, turns out, he was.
“Come on, be honest with yourself, do you really think you want to be pregnant with his child ?”, you thought about of his words carefully.
He could see the want, the need for him in your eyes. The way you looked at him with hunger. How your pussy pulsated, clenched around nothing but the thought of Jack inside of you, fulfilling your needs in ways that Brendan couldn’t. Jack didn’t need verbal confirmation from you to know that you were coming home with him, instead, he grabbed your hand and bag from behind you as he looked back at Brendan who was too busy talking to his friends to notice you.
The drive home was quiet. Jacks hand laid still on the inside of your thigh, his thumb caressed your skin, you’d look over to him, accidentally making eye contact with him before rolling your eyes and looking away.
You finally reached his place again, watching as he got out of the car and walked to your side of the car, opening your door and holding his hand out for yours, walking you both up to his door, his place was untouched. Everything appeared the same as when you were both still together all those months back.
He stood behind you as you stared down the hall, his hand moving your hair out of the way before his lips met your neck, leaving a trail of warm wet kisses, drawing quiet moans out of you. His hands traveled down your body, fingers teasing at your waistline before lifting your dress up, your back flushed to the wall, you watched as Jack got on his knees, his eyes stayed on you, admiring you as he pulled your panties down. He brought his face closer to your center, leaving gentle kisses along your thigh crease, your moans shuddered as he kissed along your thigh before hooking your leg over his shoulder.
“Oh fuck, Jack-“, your head making a thudding sound as it hit the wall, his wet tongue lapped at your soaking pussy. Your fingers threaded through his curls, pulling him in, wanting more.
“Please, need you in me” you pleaded, watching as he stood up. His hands on your thighs, tapping the back of your thigh, signaling you to jump up, you grabbed his neck, securing yourself as he walked you both over to the couch.
You felt his hardened cock through his pants as he sat down, he unbuckled his pants, pulling his boxers down as his cock sprung free. Pumping him for a minute, you teased your entrance to lubricate him with your arousal before you lined him up with your wet hole, you sank down on his cock, the familiar stretch that still made your back arch.
“Wearing my favorite dress—expect me not to bury myself in you ?”, he said teasingly, fucking you relentlessly as he played with the straps of your dress, pulling them down as he sucked on your nipples.
“Fuck, Jack, I’m gonna-“ before you could finish, you felt his arms squeeze you tightly against him, like he was afraid of losing you, like you’d vanish into thin air.
Jack let out a breathy laugh, maintaining his bruising pace. “oh fuck, that’s my good girl” He whispered, feeling you squeeze his cock.
You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm came crashing. Your body went limp, draping your arms around his shoulders. He grunted as his thrusts faltered at the feeling of your pulsing walls, grunting as he came undone, your hips still moving against his as you felt his cum fill you up.
He slouched against the couch, staring at you, chest’s heaving as you both came down from your highs. “I’m not done with you yet, just the first of many tonight” he said, lifting you up with him as he carried you both to his room, still laid out the same as when you both together.
Jack carefully laid you down, still hard inside you, cradling his head in your shoulder, “so, does he fuck you round after round like I do ?” slowly pulling out of you, sitting up, waiting for you to answer, “answer me”, he said sternly.
You shook your head, “no, Jack, he doesn’t, he’s nothing like you”, you bucked your hips towards him, trying to fuck yourself onto him. Instead, he grabbed one of your hips and pulled you down until your thighs were flush with his.
He placed his hand just beside your face, his body hovered over yours as he caressed your cheek with the other, “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you until you come to me with 2 pink lines, give you a ring and a wedding before you give birth”, his tone was promising.
“Whatever you say, Jack”, you responded, leaning in to kiss him as he shoved his cock back into you, causing you to gasp, “ohhh—fuckk, Jack”, your pussy still sensitive from your previous orgasm.
He continued to assault your pussy, your body clinging onto his, filling the room with “oh fuckk’s”, the sound of skin slapping against each other.
Jack watched as his cock disappeared inside of you, the slight belly bulge that appeared on your lower abdomen, he looked you, peppering kisses all over your face, “god I missed you, missed this pretty little pussy of yours, missed all of you, can never let someone else fuck you the wrong way again”.
His sweet little words getting you closer to the edge, he felt you tighten around him again, “Jack, Jack, oohhh fuckk—“, tears pricking down your eyes, your orgasm hitting a little harder the second time.
His thrusts never faltered, “let go, sweetheart, I’ve got you” he said sweetly, his movements slowing down but never coming to a stop, he grabbed your thigh as he hooked it over his waist and caressed it, finally stopping to give you a moment to breathe again, “god you’re beautiful”.
Jack was true to his words and actions. Giving you multiple rounds that night, claiming you as his again, never failing to pull an orgasm after every round regardless of how sensitive you were after each one, making sure you ended up pregnant with his child sooner or later.
