#literally the snippetiest snippet

[cvntoid]

WIP fucking Wednesday

Jack’s behind you as you watch the beginning of the show, the both of you behind the curtain, so to speak, away from the crew, watching from the sidelines. Gus is warming the crowd up with his boisterous charm, and Jack is doing a little warming up of his own - his hand climbing up your skirt from behind, touching you, murmuring in your ear as he leans down. You can hear the little inhale as he sniffs your hair, hums at the scent of it, of you, your shampoo, your sweat. You keep your eyes trained ahead and both see what’s happening and can’t see anything at all, distracted by his wandering fingers. Thick. Spiderlike as they find a home between your thighs, and aren’t you so good, standing there for him? So still. Expression fixed the best you can in a neutral mask, but what’s that…? The way you have to close your eyes for a second, your brows slightly knit together as he pushes your panties to the side and sinks those fingers back inside of you where anyone could see. But nobody else does - Jack knows what he’s doing, and how often has he done this?

“Darling,” he breathes in your ear, a low whisper. His tone makes you shudder just a little, a tingling zip down your spine as he laughs under his breath. “You’re so wet for me, you naughty thing. Still thinking of earlier? Our unfinished business…? Hm?”

You open your mouth to respond, but it’s hard to. Hard to summon the words while he’s sinking one long, thick finger into your slippery cunt, a second finger, so slow in the way he beckons them, the way he groans softly into the side of your neck. You gasp just a little and he nips you there, hot tongue against your pulse, and there’s a sudden fear inside of you. Some involuntary impulse to pull away, though you don’t - there he is, tracing his lips, his teeth, the tip of his nose along that pulsing place under the corner of your jaw. A prey impulse - freeze. Play dead. Escape.

“Frightened again, sweet thing…? Why’s that?” he whispers, and the undertone in his low voice takes your breath away, the smirk you can hear, can feel against your flesh. “What could I do to a pretty little thing like you? What exactly do you think I’m capable of, sweetheart?”