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Handsome Jack/Reader - Possessive

Summary - Lounging in Jack's office, a bruise on your neck sparks a jealous reaction with a very happy ending.

(warnings for: mild voyeurism, jealousy, possession, choking, restraints, cum marking, creampie, orgasm)

The glow of Elpis, cracked and broken as it hung in the sky, filtered through the large bay windows as they stared out towards the evening sky. Below, scurrying bodies of Hyperion workers and loader bots alike swept across both ground and air as they went about their work.

Lounging on the plush sofa which lay with its back to the window, the warm air of Jack’s office was welcome across your scantily clad skin as you lay in a thick, white towel – your wet, freshly washed skin pressing against the towel for both heat and comfort.

“This is the life, baby.”

Stretching his arms overhead until a satisfying click rolled through his shoulders, Jack leaned his ass against his desk as he surveyed you with an appreciative stare.

“Could be worse.”

Smirking, you tilt your head back at him as he takes a few long steps towards you, his attention focused on something just below your head. Watching him with playful eyes, his day has been long and you can see the fatigue working on him as his smooth movements are more jerky than usual.

He stops just in front of you, forcing you to tilt your head up to meet him as you bat your lashes – teasing him with a simple look. However, something stilted in his expression makes your smile falter as he scowls.

“What’s that?”

Refusing to wait for a reply, Jack’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck – pulling you closer as he dipped low to examine the small bruise that you had completely forgotten was marring your throat, just to the side of your jaw.

“Had an accident.” You confess, inhaling the woody scent which made up his cologne. “I’d actually forgotten to say to you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, yesterday morning. When you were in a meeting.”

“Convenient.” Jack sniffed, anger flashing in his eyes as your stomach drops at the sudden coolness of his tone. “So tell me. Tell me what kind of accident would leave a bruise like that?”

“Walked into a loader bot.”

In an instant, the jealous anger which fluttered through his features was gone; replaced by a full bellied laugh which belied the mania that continued to shine from his expressive eyes.

“Dumbass.” He drops your neck, and you breathe steadily as he continues, flexing his dark-haired forearm before your eyes. “Kinda looked like a bite for a moment there, pumpkin. But that couldn’t be. Could it?”

Wanting to tease him a little but knowing that any joke about infidelity would go down like a cup of hot skag shit, you tilt your head to expose the mark further as you adopt a teasing smirk.

“It could if you wanted it to be.”

His lips splitting into a predatory grin, Jack clapped his hands together once before they slipped up to work his tie – a familiar yellow shade with slight blue accents – free of his neck. As it came loose, he moved quickly as his fingers brush across the seams of your towel.

“Hey, if the lady wants an office quickie then who am I to deny her.”

“It’s not a hard thing to want when you have the king of the world ready to rock your world at the drop of a hat.” Buttering him up, you open the towel and enjoy the way that he visibly leers at your naked frame; his eyes flitting between your tits, face, and thighs as you twist your body into a more accessible position.

Now comfortably seated on the sofa, you spread your legs with a grin as he quickly strips himself of his work clothes. His shirt is the first to go, followed by his dark slacks and silk boxers – a tasteless shade of yellow - until he’s left in nothing but his tie which he quickly wraps around his left hand.

He descends on you in a flash, the sudden movement making you giggle as he presses his body against your own, pulling your legs high and pushing your ass back to allow him to kneel on the couch with his knees keeping your legs spread. He’s as heated as ever, his warm hands quick to trail across your skin as he quickly drops his attention to your tits.

Groping your chest with calloused hands, he hisses with satisfaction as you arch your back to meet him, encouraging his strong grip. His body is as lean as ever, deep white scarring littering across the tanned skin at odd intervals and you drink it in as your hands wrap around his forearms.

“Jack-” You pant out, ready to sweet talk him some more but he interrupts.

“Shut up. Don’t speak, just let me- let me touch what’s mine.” Jack growls, his fingers pinching at your nipples until they’re peaked and reddened. An action which makes your cunt clench around nothing as arousal makes you ache. “And only mine.” He adds with a possessive finality.

Nodding as you followed his demand to be silent, you play into his game with enthusiasm, rolling your body against his to touch as much of him as possible.

Fully animated, his expression is intense and predatory – his eyes darkening as he tugs and gropes at your chest until you’re writhing beneath him. Your own gaze falls to his cock, standing proudly in the space between you as a slight glisten of pre-cum touches at the slit on his head. Unable to resist, you wrap your hand around the base of his length and squeeze him gently, touching him in the way you know he likes.

His reaction is immediate, hands dropping from your tits as one wraps around your neck, matching your squeeze with one of his own.

“Frisky little brat.” He mutters, hand tilting your head as his lips drop to your neck - his blunt teeth worrying at the small bruise there as he bites at the flesh painfully. His mouth draws at the site, the pressure and ache making you more than aware of the livid mark he was no doubt leaving in his wake. “Maybe I’ll tie you to this couch from now on. Keep you here to serve as my personal fleshlight for when a hero needs a little relief?”

“Don’t you do that anyway?” You answer back, swallowing around his hand as it remains pinned against your throat. “Cause I feel like we do that anyway.”

“Smartass.” He growls, his free hand trailing down your heated skin to your cunt. In one quick swipe, he runs two of his fingers along your slit – feeling how wet you are as embarrassment flares in your cheeks – before pulling away, his fingers glistening in the bright lights of his office. “Hmm, I was going to take some time to warm you up but looking at how soaked you already are, sweetheart, I don’t think I’ll bother.”

Disappointed, you allow it show on your features as you scowl and drop his cock. It makes no difference to him as he laughs at the vague show of pettiness.

“Turn around, pumpkin. Face towards the window and push that ass up.”

Giving the instructions with a playful slap to your cunt, he pulls himself away long enough to allow you to adjust yourself. Now facing out the glass window, you can see the shifting movements of the various Hyperion workers as they continue about their work, unaware of the filth going on just above their eyeline.

Distracted for only a moment, you startle in place as Jack wraps his tie around your throat and you whine in place as he tugs at the fabric to test it out – the soft material pressing against your neck and forcing you to still as you breathe around it.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” Jack asks, his voice floating from the space behind you.

Nodding, you fold your arms beneath your chin as you push your ass as high as possible, tempting him with a slight, submissive wiggle. Your eyes dart around the window, a flush of embarrassment heating your skin as you imagine the workers catching sight of you; bent over like a whore as their boss fucks himself into your willing hole.

Never one to deny himself, you feel the blunted head of Jack’s cock sliding along your slit to gather up some juice to ease his entry. As his cock grazes your clit, you jerk in place and your lips forms into an ‘o’ shape as you silently wish for him to do it again. Your prayers are vaguely answered as the hand which isn’t currently holding his tie around your neck grips at your hips, the tips digging into the flesh so harshly that you know it will bruise.

Slamming his hips forward, Jack fills you with one brutal thrust and the sheer shock of being filled so suddenly forces a savage cry from your lips. It’s a pained pleasure, a familiar stretch made manageable by how wet your hole is and how well-adapted you are to his desires.

He sets a wicked pace, not allowing you a moment to breathe as his hips move with a cruel rhythm; pulling almost free until only the head of his cock stays within you before thrusting back in, burying himself so deeply that it sparks a dull ache as his cock glances off your cervix.

Reduced to little more than whines and gasps as you push back against him, you’re instead treated to his mouth which, even in the midst of fucking, is unable to switch off.

“You fucking brat.” He growls, matching his words with intermittent pulls of his tie. “Teasing me like that. Taking me away from my hard work just for this. Flashing that bruise knowing that it would get me all riled up and ready to remind you who the boss is.”

His body moulds itself to your own and his voice is heated in your ear as his hand pulls harshly at the tie around your neck, forcing your head back as far as it could go to meet him.

“I’d kill you, you know?” He grunts, his cock buried so deeply that you can feel the delicious pressure against your cervix. “If I thought that someone else was marking you like this.”

Unable to speak due to your constricted throat, you can only whimper in acknowledgment and your cunt spasms around him, his erratic movements making your walls burn as your orgasm teeters on the brink.

“Come for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Only needing the instruction, you unleash a strangled cry as your release hits; your vision going blurry as you clench your cunt around him, determined to milk him through your own pleasure as your toes curl. He refuses to let up, continuing to punish your hole with vicious thrusts as he chases his own release.

The pressure on your hip lets up and a guttural sound escapes you as his fingers instead rub wicked circles around your clit, the extra stimulation borderline unbearable as it sparks fresh pleasure in your overly-sensitive skin – the nerves firing off as your legs tremble. Your walls continuing to spasm around him as you buck and writhe at the overstimulation, it only takes a moment for him to find his own release.

Abandoning both his tie and your clit, his hands grip on the sides of your ass as he buries himself as deeply as he can within your cunt; a long groan filling the air as his cock twitches within you and the heat of his release becomes apparent. He pulls free of you quickly and you moan at the sudden emptiness, his fingers spreading your lips as he presumably inspects your ruined hole and the mess which you can feel dripping free – a feeling which makes a hot shame burn across your skin.

“Oh, fuck me, sweetheart. That is exactly what I was needing.” Jack pants, his voice much more sated and rougher that it had been before your quickie. “I’ll never get tired of having you wrapped around me.”

Beaming at the praise as you shuffle free of the couch, shaky legs barely holding you steady as you use your hand on the arm of the couch to balance, you bring your other hand to your throat, feeling the heat of the abuse skin there flaring slightly as you roll your fingers around it.

“I feel like I need another shower.” You purr, watching as Jack stretches himself out once more. “Maybe you could do with one too.”

Humming at the proposal, Jack allows himself another quick leer at your frame; nipples still reddened from his earlier attentions and thighs visibly wet with your shared release.

“Ah, screw it.” He sighs, shifting his body so that he can land a frisky slap to the heft of your ass to encourage you along. “Lead the way, pumpkin.”

#handsome jack #handsome jack x reader #handsome jack x you #borderlands 2 #borderlands #handsome jack fic

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keffirinne · 2 months ago

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astro car sex?? just for this silly little anon perhaps

Just for you silly little anon 🖤🚗 *beep beep*

Backseat Bumpers

Silco x Reader || Silco x Astrid || Established Relationship || NSFW || MDNI || Car sex || Oral [f receiving] || Overstimulation || Light bondage || Wc: 1K

Written for Astro but can be read as general AFAB!Reader

Drink With Me Masterlist 🥃

Hot air + cold surface = condensation.

Even you, an uneducated Trencher, can understand the basic science behind such a concept.

Another shuddering gasp streams from your mouth into the chilled interior of the carriage; a cloud of curling breath which further fogs the now nearly opaque windows. The cold is only partially responsible for the marble-cut peak of your nipples and the goosebumps which cover every inch of your naked skin – the rest is entirely Silco’s fault.

He kneels on the floor in front of the bench you’re on, seemingly rather content to sit back on his boot heels with your legs hooked over his vested shoulders and his face buried between your trembling thighs.

The leather seat creaks beneath you as you squirm in overstimulated pleasure, unsure whether you’re attempting to get away from the unceasing lap of his tongue and the unyielding vacuum of his lips around your clit, or trying to grind yourself deeper onto the three fingers plunged inside you; coaxing your poor, wrung g-spot with slow, meticulous strokes. You’re restricted either way by the silken neck tie which binds your wrists to the headrest behind you – reducing you to a powerless, writhing mess.

“Silco—” you babble; his name a half whine, half sob that trips over your clumsy tongue. A mystery even to you as to whether you’re pleading with him to stop or begging him to keep going. Your body crackles with too much blazing intensity to bear another second of this divine torture, and yet you teeter upon the threshold of further ecstasy, the likes of which would be unthinkable to abandon.

It’s a miracle he even hears you, given how tightly you squeeze your cum soaked thighs either side of his head. But he does. Of course he does.

Silco’s half-hooded, sea-foam eye lifts alongside its coal-stoked twin to peer up at you, the insolent gaze accompanied by an overtly lascivious hum of inquiry that has your jaw falling open in a ragged, drawn-out moan. The diaphragm-deep vibrations of his hot, wet mouth shove you over the edge, and send you plummeting through a blinding swathe of stars which haze your vision just as thoroughly as the fogged car windows. The very marrow inside your bones sparks with lethal electric pleasure – twice as intense as your last climax. Three times as intense as your first.

The flesh of your palms throbs from the crescent drill of your fingernails. Lashes soaked with rhapsodic tears which run and cool upon your overheated cheeks. And it’s only when your body goes limp and your nonsensical sobs soften to hoarse whimpers that his fingers finally slip from your spent cunt, and his lips detach from your swollen clit with an almost spiteful pop.

You sink lower in your seat, wrists suspended overhead and spine moulding to the sharp bend of the bench as Silco straightens with your knees still hooked atop his shoulders – the new position elevating your pelvis and leaving only your lower back upon the soaked leather cushions.

He peers down the length of his nose at you, folded and helpless beneath him whilst he towers long and lean above. Sharp, slender lines, painting the perfect picture of smug arrogance in a way that further stokes your seemingly insatiable desire for this insufferable man. The short, salt and pepper hairs at his temples stand on-end, wonderfully ruffled from the grinding rub of your thighs, and your release glistens upon his chin, a single wayward drop sliding down his throat to slip beneath the open collar of his burgundy shirt.

“You— you said you were g-going to— to drive me home,” you pant; breathless words misting in the chill car air.

The hook of his lip is so subtle you almost miss it; a self-assured curl to accompany the hand which snakes around the front of your thigh and reaches for the straining buttons of his trousers.

“So I did, and so I have,” he drawls, “Three times, if I counted correctly.”

You whimper lamely as he pulls his cock free, allowing its hot weight to flop onto your sensitive sex in an obscenely indecorous display. Broad, calloused palms curl around the fronts of your thighs, and sweep a warm and promising journey up to your knees. Unhurried – deliberate – he unhooks them from his shoulders and leans forward, pressing them towards your chest under his weight, folding you even further in half.

You gaze down the gap between his body and yours to where the long, scimitar curve of his shaft rests in the drenched cleft of your pussy. His flushed, flared tip leaking pearls in a promise that thickens your throat with gluttonous want.

His hands shift again – pressing outwards, leisurely spreading your legs, “And yet I haven’t received even a simple thank you for my generous service,” he reprimands with a disappointed click of his tongue, using his grip on your shins to push them farther apart, farther back, until your knees brush the leather bench either side of you, leaving you stretched and lewd beneath him.

“Not only have you no manners,” Silco croons, dragging his cock through your folds with teasing little rolls of his pelvis until he’s just as slick as you are, “but you have also ruined my upholstery. Truly, a terrible passenger. Luckily for you, I’m in a forgiving mood tonight… I’ll overlook your misdemeanours—”

He shifts his hips, catching at your entrance and sheathing himself to the hilt inside you with a single, devastatingly smooth thrust. Your cunt flutters greedily around him and you bite down on the hitching whine which bubbles from your throat, canines drilling into your lower lip and dampening the noise to a muffled, splintered groan.

He begins to fuck you slow and deep – filling the small carriage with yet more warm, breathy moans and the sound of wet, slick friction. The triumphant glint in his eyes is as dark and sharp as the promise on his tongue:

“— and I’ll even drive you home a few more times.”

#silco x reader #silco x oc #silco x you #silco #arcane

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