The Damn Glasses
Summary: Jack Abbot is a sick little freak that gets turned on by your new glasses because he thinks you look like a slutty porn star and begs for you to suck his cock.
warnings: 18+, mdni, face sitting, oral (male receiving oral), mention of a sexual fantasy (jack thinking you’re a sexy student of age okay!!), finishing in mouth, dirty talk (calling jack a good boy, jack calling you baby and a dirty little slut/girl), literally jack being the freakiest freak. if i miss anything please let me know!
author note: alright i’ll be honest, yes this did happen to me over the weekend because a pair of glasses i wear do be doing this to my many so this is def boots on the ground journalism! plus i really like writing female readers that call men good boys!!
“Baby come on let me see.” Jack called you. You were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, hiding from Jack as you did not want him to see you in your new glasses. You had gone to the eye doctor, after finally listening to Jack to go and get your eyes checked when you were squinting at work. Squinting at the screen, unable to see the street signs when you were driving home. And after the constant nagging and nagging, you made an appointment where they told you that yes you needed glasses.
Two weeks went by and your glasses finally came in the mail. You tried them on, in horror. Oh god they’re horrible you thought to yourself. They were too big, too dorky, the frame was too thick and swallowed your face whole. But you needed to wear them, and after days and days of his night shift, Jack finally had his days off. And was able to sleep with you in bed tonight.
“Baby please?” He begged. “I’m sure they’re not bad at all.”
You looked at yourself, fixing your lace tank top and matching sleep shorts. You opened the door, looking at Jack, ready for him to do that stupid thing where he bursts out laughing so much he makes himself cry. But instead, when you opened the door Jack did not laugh.
He was speechless.
“Please don’t laugh at me, okay I’ve already had a day and you will actually piss me off.” You said walking back towards your side of the bed. You climbed in, grabbed your book on the night stand, and realized he was still just standing there. “Uh hello?”
His eyes went wild. Fixated on how the glasses framed your face so well. The way they sat perfectly on your nose, how they framed your eyes to make them even bigger. Oh fuck you’re so sexy in them he kept saying in his head. Something came over him, this hot burning sensation that flushed his bare chest and made him climb into bed, getting on top of you. He grabbed your face and kissed you. Sliding his needy tongue between your lips while you giggled.
“Someone’s in a mood.” You said shifting under him.
“Mhm,” he cooed back. Everytime he looked back at you your glasses gave him more and more dirty thoughts, until it clicked in your head you look like a fucking pornstar. A dirty little slut he’d ask to stay behind after class. Your voice so low and innocent while he stood over you and made you get on your knees. Your sweet pretty doe eyes looking up at him, as you unzip his pants and stroke his cock. And when you were ready, you’d stick your tongue out for him so he could tap his cock against it. Your mouth would take him in slowly, his hands naturally gathering your hair, and guiding you take him deeper and deeper until he could hear and feel your choke. He’d make such a mess of you, and you’d keep your glasses on the whole time.
The thought of it all made him so hard. So horny. So desperate for this little sick fantasy to be true he fully lost control of himself. Kissing and groping your breasts, practically ripping the lace from your shirt with his large calloused hands.
“Jack Jesus," you cried out. Unsure of what has gotten over him but you found it so incredibly hot. Something had gotten him so riled up that he started humping the side of your leg. Moaning uncontrollably that it made you almost want to giggle. What the hell has gotten into him?Jack couldn’t control himself, grabbing onto your waist, kissing your skin and burying his face into your side as he created the perfect friction between his cock, his pajama pants, and your leg. It was sweet and so intoxicating. He couldn’t come up with any words, so he just moaned and moaned and moaned.
“Fuck baby.” He breathed out.
You looked at him with soft eyes. Fuck she’s looking at me he thought. He didn’t know what to do. Fuck you? Finish on your leg. Ask you to please just suck his cock and end his misery?
“Oh my god you’re rabid.” You giggled. Your hands dug into his soft curls. “What do you need me to do?”
He looked up at you. Your eyes. Those fucking glasses. He had to beg. He had to beg.
“Baby please…suck my cock.” He said a little shy. He felt like such a sick fuck for even thinking about it. But he needed this. He needed to see your pretty eyes just like that.
“Uh…okay.” You said. He laid down next to you, taking out his cock, practically springing from the waste band. You began to take off your glasses when he grabbed your wrist.
“No no no…the glasses,” He said in his deep gravely tone. “Have to stay on.”
“What?”
“Yes baby please keep your glasses on please.” He whimpered that last please. You squinted your eyes. This neediness, this horniness, are because of your fucking glasses?
“Is this all because of my glasses?”
“You’re so fucking hot with your glasses please baby.” He gripped onto your hair.
“Why? They’re so ugly.”
“No baby, they're so sexy. Please, I'm begging you. Please I need your pretty mouth on my cock so bad baby.”
You smiled. Not innocently anymore, just with your own filthy agenda. You liked that he was begging. And now you wanted to see just how much he really needed it.
“You want me to suck your cock baby?” You asked. Your eyes fluttered, making them bigger, softer, just like the dirty slut that got him going in the first place.
“Yes please baby.” He grabbed onto you, pulling you to straddle on top of him.
“Show me that you need it.” Without thinking you moved to sit on his face. “You have to earn it baby.”
He hands gripped onto your thighs, frantically pulling your shorts to the side and messily shoving his tongue into your folds. His warm tongue made big, wet, frantic laps all over your clit and opening. You let out a small little moan. Grinding into his tongue as you can hear him from under you.
“I-I love you baby. Please.” His tongue flicked you faster with more pressure.
“What’s that?”
Then his fingers shoved right inside of you, making your gasp. He went to work licking and sucking while creating a rhythm that sent you on fire. You loved the view, looking down at him with his eyes looking up at you, suffocated by your pussy. And he kept this pace until he felt his fingers become suffocated by your walls. You left out a loud moan as you finished all over his mouth, still grinding against his tongue for another moment before getting off his face. You leaned in, looking at him with your wetness on his lips and chin.
“You’re such a good boy for me.” You whispered.
He bit his lips, nodding and looking into your eyes.
“I think you should be rewarded.” You wasted no time moving down to the end of the bed. Resting in between his thighs. Jack could have came from the view alone. You gently massaged his balls, causing him to curl his head back. More precum shot out, dripping onto the side of his shaft. He hadn’t even felt your lips and he was already losing it. Your soft hands dragged up and down his shaft, gathering as much precum to make a slick, wet surface for you to glide up and down. The sound alone made him moan.
“Look at me baby.” You said.
He opened his eyes, propping himself on his elbows to get a better view. There was his dirty little girl, stroking his cook. With her pretty little glasses.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned out when you swirled the palm of your hand on his tip. You worked slowly, teasing him with your lips just centimeters away from his shaft. And he didn’t take his eyes off you, not for a second. When he finally felt your sweet soft lips trail kisses up to his tip, he gripped onto the sheets.
You stuck out your tongue, dragging it up to taste his shaft. He was biting his lips, completely a mess as he moaned and kept watching the view. Finally, your mouth took in his tip, and you lowered slowly, savoring each inch of Jack until you felt his thick cock hit the back of your throat. He was mesmerized. Seeing just how deep you could go. You began to bop your head, up and down. Each time going further and leaving a wet trail of saliva. The wet and popping sounds you made echoed off the walls. Jack grabbed your hair, guiding you while you looked into his eyes.
“You’re such a dirty fucking girl baby.” He moaned out. His grip got tighter, firmer. Directing your head to go deeper and deeper until his tip pushed past your uvula, and you finally gagged on his cock. Your eyes started to tear up as he pushed you faster and faster.
“You like my cock hm?” Deeper and faster, his cock slid in and out of your mouth as he grew harder and harder. You were a mess. Drooling, tears running down your eyes, and still your glasses stayed on the whole time. He was getting so close. He could feel everything in his balls scrunch, ready to release everything into your pretty little mouth.
“Fuck fuck fuck that’s it baby. I’m gonna fucking cum.” You braced yourself for the release. It was warm, sticky, going down smooth on the walls of your throat. He moaned so loud, a sound you don’t think you’ve never heard. Shaking into the mattress, holding your head still as more cum pumped and pumped into your mouth. When he was completely done he let go, letting you finally breathe through your mouth. He pulled you into him, kissing you along your cheeks and forehead.
“Thank you thank you thank you,” he whispered.
You laughed, playfully swatting him away. “All because of these fucking glasses?”
“Oh yeah.”
