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Mine, All Mine

featuring: jackson wang x fem!reader warnings: swearing smut: fingering, unprotected p in v, vehicle sex. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 1.7k synopsis: jackson finds a story your friend posted on insta of you with a dude's arm wrapped around your shoulder at a club. instantly getting enraged, he texts you and demands to know where you are because he's coming to pick you up. letting his jealousy get the better of him, jackson takes out some of those insecurities out on you on the ride back home. note: second time doing part SMAU - hopefully it doesn't suck. this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by a wonderful anon reader, whose selection is listed below. thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - High-Speed Hennessy [Hennessy] — Jackson Wang [Cola] — Someone's Car [Citrus Rind] — Kink (Breeding, Praise/Light Degradation, and Jealousy) Masterlist

You felt your phone buzz inside your purse, still perched on the barstool that you had been sitting on for the last hour and a half. Reaching inside, you pulled your cell out and saw your screen flash with a new message.

Outside. Driver’s double parked - hurry up.

Rolling your eyes with a heavy sigh, you lifted your cocktail to your lips and finished the contents before glancing over to your friend who was playing tonsil hockey with her coworker - the same one who got you in trouble with your boyfriend.

As you moved to stand, you grabbed your friend’s arm and gave it a light tug to get her attention. “Hey, Jackson’s outside… you good?” Motioning towards the drunk guy kissing her friend’s neck. “Totes, have fun!” She slurred over the sound of the music.

Leaning in, you kissed her cheek briefly before you turned and made your way to the exit. Once you pushed the door open and stepped into the cool night air, standing right out front with the back slider door opened to the sleek, discrete black SUV, stood your boyfriend.

With his arms folded against his chest, and those deep brown eyes hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses, his body language was anything but pleased.

Even if he was pissed and more possessive than necessary, deep down he was still a gentleman. So, pushing himself off of the vehicle he had been leaning against, he extended his arm out to you and guided you the few steps to your chauffeured ride.

As you stepped past him, Jackson’s shrouded eyes took in your frame, eyeing the sleeveless black dress you were wearing, far too short for his liking. With your hand on the door, you stepped into the SUV and bent over, ducking your head from the ceiling, and Jackson slid right up behind you to make sure no one could see underneath the dangerously short hemline.

Finally, you sat down in the captain's chair right behind the driver with a huff, dropping your purse to the ground as you crossed one long bare leg over the other, glancing out the window beside you. Once Jackson was seated in the chair next to yours and by the sliding door, he pulled it shut and leaned back into the leather as he subtly nodded his head to the driver to leave.

The first few minutes of your ride were in complete silence, save for the quiet purr of the engine and the occasional clicking of an activated turn signal. Eventually, you groaned in frustration and leaned forward to press the button between the front seats, activating the privacy window to raise from the bottom of the vehicle to the ceiling - effectively making the back invisible and soundproof.

“What the hell is your problem?” You accused, turning to look over at Jackson with an annoyed tone to your voice. His focus was still facing forward, boring a hole through the privacy glass with his eyes. “Or are you just going to be super mature and not talk about it?”

“Jesus…” he mumbled under his breath, sucking in a breath before he turned to look at you. “My problem is that you seem to have forgotten that you are in a relationship with someone and will let some random ass dude touch you.”

“You’re serious right now? Be so for real.” You couldn’t help but laugh, dryly. “See, here I was thinking that you trusted me.”

“I do,” Jackson interjected quickly. “It’s just every other asshole out there I don’t trust.”

With a pause, you studied his face, his eyes still hidden behind his dark sunglasses. Reaching towards him, you pinched the bridge of his shades resting on his nose and took them gently off of him. Folding them neatly, you tucked them into your purse and looked back to his face.

“Baby. Nothing happened. Shelby was drunk, the dude was drunk, he was pointing something out to me in the crowd and she took the picture. Two seconds later his tongue was down her throat - not mine.”

Jackson kept quiet, eyes searching your face before he acknowledged the sincere, defeated expression as you were silently pleading for him to believe you. After a beat, he mumbled quietly, reaching for your hand. “Good.”

Lacing your fingers between his, you smiled softly as he seemed to relax slightly. Jackson lifted your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, holding it there for a moment as he inhaled the lingering scent of your perfume dabbed on the pulse point of your wrist.

Turning your hand over, your palm now open and facing upwards, he pressed his lips to the center of your hand. Feeling you relax into the seat, he lifted his gaze and watched your face as he trailed light kisses against your open palm and the inside of your wrist. “C’mere,” he whispered, tugging your arm gently.

Without needing much coercion, you slipped out of your own seat and shifted to sit down on Jackson’s lap, both legs falling to the side between both of the chairs. Lifting one of his hands, he looked into your eyes before brushing your hair behind your ear. Sliding that same hand to the back of your neck, he gently guided you forward and connected his lips with yours.

Humming contentedly into his mouth, you tilted your head, deepening the kiss as you draped an arm loosely around his neck, your opposite palm laying flat against his chest, fingertips curling into the fabric of his plain black tee. “You know I’m all yours right, Jacks?” He slowly nodded his head, lips dragging over yours again in response. “All mine.”

Gently coaxing your thighs apart with one of his hands, he slid it up slowly against the inside of your plush skin before reaching your core and as his pinky finger brushed against the fabric of your panties he felt the warm, damp spot beneath his touch.

“Shit, you already wet for me? Of course you are…” he murmured between kisses. With a soft groan, he pressed the knuckle of that same finger further against your heat and rubbed your sensitive skin through the fabric that was getting wetter by the second.

“Straddle me, Beautiful,” he demanded against your mouth. You pushed yourself off of him just long enough to resituate yourself, placing one knee on either side of his legs of the chair. Just before you sat back down against him though, Jackson tugged his black sweatpants down just enough to reveal his perfect, hard cock.

One of his hands reached to your ass, palming it roughly through the fabric of your dress as he pulled you closer to him, and the other hand lazily stroked up and down his length.

As you began lowering yourself down onto his lap, you slid a hand between your legs and pulled your panties to the side, allowing Jackson to swipe the head of his cock against your wet folds. Groaning lowly, he looked down between your bodies before gently guiding his tip to your entrance and letting you slide down his length.

Once fully seated inside of your warm pussy, both of you sighed a moan, adjusting to the familiar sensations. Wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulder, you leaned back in to press an impassioned, open mouthed kiss to his lips.

Starting a slow rhythm of rocking your hips above him, you kissed him feverishly, a desperate clashing of lips, teeth and tongues. “Shit, you feel so good,” Jackson murmured, pulling away from your mouth as he began placing a series of kisses down your neck, trailing the tip of his tongue against your sensitive skin.

Whimpering quietly, you tipped your head back to give him more access to your throat. “That’s a good girl, let me hear all those sweet noises…” he whispered against your skin, nipping his teeth lightly at the top of your collarbone before sucking a deep purple bruise into your flesh, eliciting a filthy moan from your parted lips. “Fuck, yeah… just like that.”

Smirking to himself as he leaned back, he blew a breath of cool air onto the wet area he’d just marked into your skin proudly. “Gonna look so beautiful covered in my love bites. Marking this flawless skin as mine…” he mumbled, his cock swelling at the thought inside your tight cunt.

With a low groan, he tipped his head down again to the area between your bodies. “God, look at you… you’re taking me so well, baby.” Jackson’s head tipped back against the headrest, pinching his eyes shut as he felt your arousal start to coat his cock, your inner walls fluttering around him.

Your breath became labored the more you increased your speed, using the strength of your knees to lift yourself up and down on top of him. Dropping your forehead to his shoulder, Jackson could feel your warm exhalation against him, and he lifted a hand to rub your back soothingly.

“Breathe, baby… don’t forget to breathe,” he sighed into your ear, his arms tight around you as he helped move you up and down his length, feeling the delicious friction between your bodies.

Lost so deeply into the moment and the pleasure building between you, neither of you recognized that the SUV had come to a rolling stop. The speaker connecting the driver to the passengers behind the privacy glass crackled on, and his deep voice rolled over. “We’ve arrived at the penthouse.”

Bringing one of his hands over your mouth to keep you quiet as he lifted his hips and fucked up into you roughly once more, he pressed the call button on his door and replied. “Oh more trip around the block, please.”

Silently, the SUV’s engine restarted and began moving slowly again. Jackson looked back to your face, you expression still blissed out as you continued rolling your hips over him, grinding your clit against his pelvis. “Not stopping until I fuck a baby into you, permanently claiming you and this perfect pussy as mine.”

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jqtsblyth · 3 months ago

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just a touch

mark tuan x leitora testando limites

notas. preocupante. essa foi de longe a coisa mais putífera que eu já escrevi, peço desculpas em antecipação. meio que homens pra mim só serve se for sub, bjs. espero q gostem.

Você empurra Mark pro sofá, sentando-se na mesinha de centro com cuidado. A proximidade permite que seus pés encostem nos ombros largos do homem, que assiste a cena se desenrolar com prazer.

— O que você tá aprontando, hm? — ele beija seus calcanhares, um por vez. A vontade é de te beijar inteira, mas vai esperar a ordem vir de você.

— Olha pra mim, Mark, só pra mim. Bem aqui. — uma de suas mãos, a que não está te apoiando na madeira, desliza até seu centro obviamente encharcado.

Seus dedos brincam por cima do tecido úmido, a reação de Mark é passar a língua sobre os lábios. O pau lateja na cueca, a antecipação poderia matá-lo a qualquer segundo.

Levantando o quadril, remove a pequena peça e lança-a para que o namorado pegue como um bobo aos seus pés. Seu tesão escorre, você recolhe um pouco e espalha por toda sua extensão. Leva os dedos até a boca, deliciando-se com o próprio gosto.

— Hmm, doce.

Ele morde os lábios, parcialmente impaciente. Totalmente imerso no que você quer fazer com ele. — Eu quero sentir.

— Fala direito. Talvez você consiga.

— Por favor? Me dá um pouco. — pede com jeitinho, quase te quebra. Mas você sabe mais do que isso.

— Depois.

Desvia o olhar de seu namorado para os brinquedos ao seu lado. Escolhe um favorito, guiando-o até sua boca, lambuzando com saliva. Depois, mistura com sua lubrificação natural.

— Tá ouvindo como eu tô molhada?

Silêncio. Ele está completamente perdido no tesão. Um de seus pés o empurra, chamando sua atenção.

— Amor, por favor…

— O quê?

Você não responde, apenas liga o vibrador. Traça a pontinha do brinquedo pelos lábios menores, provoca a entrada que implora por Mark, só depois brinca com o botãozinho inchado, que pulsa imediatamente sob o toque.

A boca de Tuan enche d’água, a sensação é desesperadora. Tinha de ser ele ali, pra falar a verdade. É frustrante.

— Chega um pouquinho só pro lado. Vai ser melhor. — ele diz, inteiramente focado no seu corpo e nas suas expressões.

Arqueando a sobrancelha, você acata a sugestão. Seu quadril se movimenta num impulso. O sorrisinho de Mark é impagável.

— Pra cima e pra baixo, amor. Devagarinho. — Outra sugestão deixa os lábios do homem. Já havia usado tanto aquele brinquedo contigo, te conhece como a palma de sua mão.

Seu gemido é longo, uma delícia. Ele precisa apalpar a base do volume carente pra não se deixar levar antes mesmo de ser tocado. A visão não colabora pro seu estado, mas ele não deixa de te admirar em todo seu brilho. O tesão lhe cai tão bem, mal pode esperar pelo seu próximo passo.

— Deixa eu te foder com os dedos? — o pedido saiu esganiçado, te fazendo rir com peninha.

Desligando o vibrador, você pega outro brinquedo, o mais novo na coleção. Mark sentiu a inveja queimar no peito, inveja de uma porra de um brinquedo.

Depois de lubrificar o material, insere sem dificuldade em si mesma. O olhar do namorado incendeia cada parte de seu corpo, ele espalha mais beijinhos e mordidas pelas suas pernas, sentando mais na ponta do sofá pra ver tudo mais de perto.

Ele sabe que você está quase chegando lá, reconhece os sinais: os sons mais altos, as contrações no abdômen, o olhar e as palavras sedutoras sem conexão.

— Vem, amor. Vem pra mim. — ele agarra suas coxas, mantendo-as abertas pra que ele e você pudessem aproveitar mais.

O gritinho e o nome dele em seguida anunciam seu orgasmo. Mark segura o instrumento por você, estendendo a sensação o máximo até que sua sensibilidade se mostre.

Mesmo com a tremedeira, você se levanta depois de remover o dildo. Senta-se no colo do namorado toda manhosa. Mark guia sua mão até a altura dos próprios lábios, abocanhando o brinquedo com sugadas lentas. Sua expressão era de total luxúria, observando a sede dele em apreciar seu gosto e a chupar o pau falso.

— Puta merda, amor. — você acaricia os fios bagunçados de Tuan, que fecha os olhos com o contato, mesmo engasgando com o boquete. — Você é tão bom pra mim.

Mark balança a cabeça em confirmação. Isso pira tua cabeça.

— Que tal eu ser boazinha pra você também, hm?

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