all jokes aside.
i think we can all agree that jack would be pretty fuckin' kinky.
The two of you practically crashed into your room, all teeth and nails. Your heart-beat raced to the point where it borderlined painful. Jack's intoxicating tongue had long since memorized your mouth, probing against sensitive flesh in strong, efficient strokes that left you feeling as if the spirit were literally fucking your mouth.
The backs of your knees come in contact with your bed-frame, and Jack gives your bottom lip one last teasing suck before forcing his palms against your chest. One falling sensation later, you're splayed out on the bed sheets, watching Jack advance from between your thighs. The look in his eyes was predatorial as he settled himself near your crotch.
"You came so much," he said, running a finger down the stitch of your crotch and drawing tight circles around the growing wet spot leading to your entrance. "Lets see if we can get you to do that again."
His words were so arousing your vision actually whited out for a second. Reality slammed back to you full force when Jack began running his pale, cool hands up and down your inner thighs, increasing pressure as he drew near your groin but never fully touching it. You released a strangled moan, legitimately growing to fear that your face will burn off from the sheer force of your blush. "Jack, please!"
His slender, dark brow quirked in amusement. "What was that?"
Oh, god. Warmth pooled to your lower regions, your core leaking in neglect. Your lips parted with your next plea, only to have it rejected by reason (however clouded it may be at the moment). Asking Jack to quit being a tease was like asking Jack to stop being Jack. With a shuddering breath, you decided it was worth a shot. "Give me...more. Please."
Goosebumps exploded on Jack's skin and his administrations stopped. He visibly swallowed. His piercing gaze locked with your own, blue orbs burning with desire. When he spoke, his voice was so thick with arousal it could be deemed unrecognizable. "Well..," he breathed, "you did say please."
His soft, pink tongue - which you are now overly familiar with - slowly wets his lips. Your breath hitches in your throat as he hooks his fingers into the sides of your waistband and slowly lowers his head until his crisp breath splashed onto your crotch. Unconsciously, your hips jerked upward with a groan in an attempt for more friction. Jack's response was immediate, pinning you down with an iron grip that completely eliminated any further chances of trying that again.
You released a strangled cry, hips wriggling hopelessly in his grasp as he disposed of your jeans with questionable ease. Once completed, he placed his palms at the insides of your knees and dragged them slowly upward, blue eyes transfixed on your features as you panted harshly into a pillow.
"Look at me," he said, tone demanding. Your clouded eyes, which had begun to grow wet with tears of arousal, released a small stream of wetness into your temple when you averted your gaze to the spirit between your thighs. Jack half-smiled in approval. "That's better," he continued as he spread your legs sinfully wide. "I want you to look into my eyes when you cum."
You bit back a moan. "...Are you trying to kill me?"
Jack released a light laugh as he nuzzled your lower regions. "Maybe... a little." His tone dropped in octaves with every word as he nipped at your panty line and pelvic bone, cool breath splashing over your heated skin. "Actually, yeah, I am."
Your released a cry and shot your hands into his hair, nearly doubling over as Jack latched onto the damp spot in your panty line with his teeth and dragged downwards. You collapsed onto your back at the sight of a thick stream of glistening, white cum still attaching the soiled garment to your drenched lower regions.
A stream of foul words left your lips.
Your underwear was abandoned at your knees. Jack ducked underneath them and burrowed his lips into your folds, licking and sucking every ounce of wetness you had to offer. "Language," he mumbled absently, words muffled by the cum he lapped away almost violently.
You choked on your own air as the pressure coiled fiercely in your abdomen. Shock-waves of pleasure drowned you as you wriggled helplessly in his grasp, unable to stop his administrations even if you tried. "Nngh!" You cried, tears leaking from your eyes. Your small hands fisted his hair as your writhed in utter pleasure. "J...ack!"
A cool finger probed at your leaking hole. "You're so tight," he said and nuzzled your crotch, completely disregarding your begs for mercy. He forced it in further, fascinated as your inner muscles clenched around him, seemingly caught between sucking it in and expelling it out. "Oh, (F/N)," he breathed, watching you shudder at the sound of your name. "I'm gonna break you."
You silently screamed, your thighs beginning to twitch as Jack transitioned his tongue slightly higher and flicked it against your clit. "Ahh," you mewled, panting harshly as you attempt to thrust into that hot cavity. Suddenly everything began to escalate, with the teasing flicks becoming sucks, sucks becoming chews. Your vision whited out and your legs tensed. No, you can't come. Not again.
Your fingers tightened around snowy locks and Jack winces at the added pressure. He continues, however, raising your thighs up and onto your shoulders.
"N-No!" You panted, drooling slightly as you attempt to tug him away. Suddenly you lose control of your hips, which unconsciously begin to jerk into that heavenly pair of lips as Jack slackens his grip. "Jack, please!"
Jack's parts his lips from your own with a lewd squelching sound, his lips smeared white with precum. "Yes?" He breathes, voice low and rich.
Your heart rate slows as the simmer of orgasm eases back to a more bearable level. "I...I need to see...more of you."
The bed dips as Jack straightens himself into a sitting position. He raises an eyebrow expectantly.
Your face flushed as you dropped your gaze to the bedsheets. "Please...?"
His smirk returned as he leaned back onto his palms. "Help yourself."
You arose to your knees, wincing slightly at the squelching feeling between your legs. Icy fingers, still moist with your arousal, guided your hips to the throbbing mound between his thighs and settled you on top of it. You moaned softly at the pleasant skin-to-cloth contact as he slowly began rocking you back and forth. Your fingers trembled as the scrambled for the flap of his sweater.
"Kiss me," he said.
You had only just grazed your fingertips over his pale, smooth chest when his lips came crashing down on yours. Your face burned as you tasted yourself, rolling your tongue over the sticky fluids still attached to his bottom lip with a level of curiosity. It was surprisingly...sweet, like taffy from a carnival you could half describe it.
Your attention was forcefully diverted to your body as the clashing of your groins began to heat up. You whimpered into his lips, feeling the denim crotch of his jeans grow damp as you hurriedly forced the remainder of Jack's hoody over his head. "Jack, please.." you whispered, voice barely audible over your anguished cries. You needed him naked now.
The shaking in your fingers intensified as they splayed out on Jack's flushed stomach. He welcomed the touch with a sigh and transitioned to your neck where he softly nipped at the tender flesh.
Suddenly, the quiver in your fingers became a result of not only your heated situation, but rather something deeper than skin, something that has been lingering in your chest for a definite amount of time. You'd managed to ignore it for the past couple of hours (who could focus with Jack Frost between their thighs?), but unfortunately, your situation has become radically different. The tables have turned, and now you're on top with Jack below you, giving you time to decide where to touch, how to touch, and how often. Unfortunately enough, this allotted time for thinking - an action in itself had a list of consequences waiting to happen.
You drew a shaky breath, but the anxiety was still there. 'Should I even be doing this?' voices in your head demanded, 'what if you mess up? Then you'll be left with no one.'
"Hey." Jack's voice sliced through your thoughts as if they were butter. "Are you okay?"
You gave your head a slight shake and refocused your eyes on his expression - brow cocked, eyes concerned. "Nah, I'm fine," you lied in a mumble. "Let's...I...here."
Your heart beat kicked up a few notches as you tentatively placed your palms flat against his pecks and dragged downward, watching the spirit out of the corner of your eye for any sign of approval. His expression was constant: eyes closed, lips parted, breathing harshly, until a rough edge of your nail accidentally dug unto his areola.
A low moan erupted from his lips, eyes lolling to the back of his head. "Again," he whispered, panting softly. His response served as a fuel to your confidence. You immediately latched onto his left nipple and swirled your tongue around the sensitive nub. Jack was writhing beneath you, and you could feel his consistent fight for self control. His thighs were twitching and you found yourself wondering how he'd managed to keep it in your pants for this long.
"Here, ah..hold still," you mumbled, blushing as you reached between your laps and fumbled with his zipper. He jerked into your hand immediately, releasing anguished groans as your struggles to free him from his confines only added pressure to his groin.
If you weren't as desperate to get those pants off of him as he was, you would have responded to his sudden desperation with a snide comment. However, he should be given some sort of award for waiting this long.
By the time you asked Jack to lift his hips in order to remove the garments, his eyes had become so dilated that the cyan of his irises verged on nonexistence. "Guess this wasn't one-sided after all," you tease.
Jack's breathing filled the room as your fingers curled into the fabric, dragging them down. You rested your forehead against the crook of his jugular, where you could literally hear the blood coursing in his veins. You observed with baited breath, eyes trained on his cock as inch by throbbing inch was released from it's confines. Jack's lips found your ear, whispering promises of how he was going to fuck you until you drool, until you were nothing more than a wet, begging mess.
You swallowed thickly as the swollen, purpling head twitched free of it's confines. The spirit's manhood twitched up immediately and flattened itself against his stomach.
Jack's pants filled your room. Your pulse quickened. In one, swift movement, you took hold of his length and stroked.
(squillium voice) to be continued