#Jack salter x reader smut

[umnitsa]

Podium

Summary: Jack has a challenge.

A/N: I feel this is a bit cracky. I giggled writing one too many times, from sheer joy xD thanks @hopsgirl for the inspiration and encouragement. I hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Jack Salter x fem!Reader

CW: fingering (f receiving), somewhat of a size kink, squirting, praise kink. Shameless appropriation of lines and structures from the movie (and I don't even care) (howl in the comments if you see it)

Jack sat on the bed, sliding his hand up and down your naked thigh. You were completely naked and he was dressed, in a dark polo and black jeans. Everything with him was a challenge… At least felt like it. You didn’t mind. He smiled gently, petting you.

“You know I need to prepare you, don’t you?” He said, softly; you nodded as an answer. “We want to do this as safely as possible. I don’t want you to get hurt in any way.”

Jack raised the dildo, and for the first time in the evening, you felt intimidated. It was big, impressively thick. You swallowed, squirming. His hand on your thigh was soothing.

“I know, right? It seems way too big, and you aren’t sure it will fit. It takes courage, you need to keep calm, and you need to want it more than anything. This is not an easy task. And it’s absolutely no shame if you give up right now. Not a lot of people can actually take it… Take me. Do you want to stop? This is your chance.”

You shiver, the whole challenge making you even more wet. You would enjoy that one. You licked your lips, some primal need to be worthy of this man’s approval taking your senses.

“No, Jack.” You sighed, his hand on your thigh too enjoyable. “Please, don’t stop.”

Jack smirked, looking pleased with your answer. He moved, placing the dildo on the bed, a bottle of lube beside it. He opened your legs gently, sitting between them.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his thumb rubbing up and down your slit, soft moans falling from his lips as he feels your slick. “It seems you are.”

He slid his index finger, his thumb pressing over your clit. You whimpered, your thighs twitching. His fingers felt so good.

“Keep still.” His voice was soft, nasal, and carried this deep commanding quality. He added a second finger and soon you could feel the filthy sound of his thrusting. He groaned and pushed another finger into you.

You felt like you were going to burst just from his fingers, you could just imagine how his cock would feel. You whimpered, grabbing the sheets, his fingers quickly picking up speed, quickly hitting the sweet spot inside you until you wailed under his watchful gaze.

You realized that he was going to make sure you would relax to take it all by overstimulating you until you couldn’t think, you couldn’t move, you would be just pliant under his hands, under his body. It made something stir inside you, as you quickly approached orgasm, your thighs trembling. He shifted, and you felt a finger over your clit, rubbing circles over your clit.

“Hey.” His soft voice cut through your pleasure. You looked down. Jack was looking up at you, intensely, lips parted, panting, in expectation. “It’s time.”

It was the way he said it; as if it was an undeniable fact, as if he was driving your body and there was no other possible outcome.

Your orgasm took you by surprise and by force. It was like an explosion, burning hot through your body and between your legs.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed happily, admiring, as you squirted all over him. “Good girl!”

Jack slowed his fingers until he stopped, one of his hands petting your belly; the other, drenched, rested against your thigh. With a smirk, he slapped your pussy, enjoying the splash. You yelped.

“You were pretty damn good for me, baby.” He paused, smiling approvingly. He looked into your eyes, and with a nod, said softly:

“You got this. One more.”

[firemenenthusiast]

—“mile high club”

boyfriend!sub!jann mardenborough x fem!reader

summary: classic ol’ airplane fucking because jann gets flustered easily

warnings: 18+, porn with plot, mile high fucking, unprotected p in v, subby jann, creampie, fingering, spitting, semi-public sex

a/n: for my jann girlies, totally self indulgent (wanted to write something for myself) to get back on my writing feet LMAO. hope you enjoy >0<

“what are you doing ?” he urgently asked you in a shushed tone. his eyes trail at the movements of your snaking fingers against his clothed inner thigh, moving dangerously close towards his crotch. humming softly, you turn your head to him, “nothing, can’t your sweet girlfriend show some affection ?” you jokingly pout at him, making him turn his head to look out the windows to avoid eye contact, puffs of fluffy clouds feasting his eyes. you’re both seated in the business class section of the plane, a short connecting flight to your vacation destination. it’s been a while since you’ve spent some time alone together, so he decided it’d be nice to go fly someplace with beaches and warm climate, maybe some palm trees too.

truth is you love teasing jann, you love seeing him get all flustered and shy and the fact that it’s so easy to make him fall underneath your touch is a plus point. you could be touching him sneakily, ghosting your dainty fingers up his arms, sometimes barely even touching him and he’ll be shifting in his seat like a shy boy that gets zero action. just like what’s happening right now. his cheeks are starting to heat up from your hand rubbing back and forth on his inner thigh, occasionally squeezing at the flesh. he’s trying his best to avoid your ���loving’ gaze, that’ll only turn into a teasing smirk if he meets with it. continuing your touches along his inner thigh, you lean in to rest your chin on his shoulder, head cocked to the side to join him looking at the clouds, a wide content smile decorating your face. jann’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, but sometimes riling him up serves you so much fun. especially when you end up fucking each other.

straightening his back, he took a deep breath, a little shaky from the nerves, thanks to your hand position. sighing, he smiles at you. “gonna be great there y’know, especially with you by my side” you let out a small giggle at his words before snuggling yourself up against his chest. what a dork. “hmm-mm, i know” you shake your head slightly at his obvious attempt of trying to distract you from touching too close to his crotch, knowing that he’s not gonna make it safely if you don’t stop or worse, if you start rubbing directly on his crotch. which is exactly what you’re doing right now. shutting his eyes, he tries to relax himself by sitting straight with his head resting against the seat, his hand grabbing at the armrest beside him. he looks down at his shoulder to look at you, “please baby i think we should wait till we get there” he tries to reason with you, his eyes soft and pupils dilated looking at you, at which you continue your assault on his crotch, paying no mind to his pleas, your head cocked to the side. “don’t know what you’re talking about jann” you respond shrugging, earning a defeated sigh from him, accepting his fate.

for the next couple of minutes you pretend like nothing is going on, pointing out the window for him to look at the bunny shaped cloud you’d spotted, or just lean your head against his shoulder like any other loving couple. except for the fact that this couple got one hand squeezing and rubbing at the other’s growing bulge, seemingly enjoying how bad he is squirming around in his seat, beads of sweat starting to form on his temple and under his curly locks. just when you decide that it’s not fun enough, you start kissing the skin on his neck, sucking and licking at his sweet spot before moving your lips to bite at his earlobe. he could feel you smiling against his skin, his bottom lips trapped against his teeth to keep him from letting out a moan that the whole plane would hear. jann’s doing everything he could to hold himself in, wanting you to stop but he loves having your lips across every inch of him too much to say anything. all he could do is breathe and exhale as quiet as he could, praying for his cock to not bust in his pants right there and then.

you on the other hand is enjoying this a little too much. it’s like all your ‘teasing jann’ dreams had come true, especially with the fact that he’s got little to no space to move with you holding him down, no room to get away from you, and he has to keep his mouth shut or everyone else will know. not to mention the panic he has to go through every time he sees an approaching stewardess, offering them a little cracked smile if they greet him. what you don’t know is that he’s secretly enjoying the adrenaline rush. if he wasn’t as shy he would’ve made you blow him right in his seat. clearing his throat, he starts to smooth out his shirt before getting up, lifting your hand off him. “i’ll be back okay ?” he assures you in a whispered tone as you pout at him. he leans in to give you a peck on the lips before making his way towards the lavatory. you watch him closely as you notice his hands clasped together in front of him, covering his otherwise obvious bulge. you chuckle to yourself.

just as he manages to get in, you get up from your seat to walk the same path he just went on, moving past a few rows of seats and people sleeping. as you arrive in front of the same lavatory you lean against the wall adjacent to the door, waiting for him to finish. you know he won’t be long, whatever he’s doing in there is just him trying to freshen himself up, maybe calm his erection down. he knows well not to jerk himself off around you. he’s only allowed to do that when you’re physically away from each other. hearing the door unlocking, you’re quick to grab it open and push yourself inside, meeting with his startled confused look. you lock the door behind you with a smile before grabbing both sides of his face, slightly pulling it down and crashing your lips against his soft, plump ones. he’s taken aback at first, before his shoulders soften down and his hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer against him. moving your hands from his cheeks to the back of his head, your fingers play at the little hairs, nail softly scratching at his scalp, earning a soft moan from him. he lets out a relieved sigh, melting away at the feeling of kissing your lips. you pull away from a moment to look at him, his puppy eyes set on yours. “hi baby” you smile at him before leaning in to continue kissing him. his fingers that were snaking around your waist start to claw at the fabric wrapped around you. you let out a soft giggle at his desperation, knowing that you’ve been teasing him so much, yet he behaved so well back at your seats. he was very patient with you and kept a quiet mouth.

your bodies move perfectly against each other, hands roaming and clawing for some sort of relieve before your back hit the sink. jann is still kissing your bottom lip, wetting it with his saliva as his tongue swipes across it. your lips dance against each other, moulding at the shape as he begins to suck at your tongue. both your saliva are mixing together as your hand starts reaching down and unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning his jeans. you mentally roll your eyes at his choice of pants for comfort travelling. pulling away slightly, your hot breaths puffing up against each other’s faces, fogging the mirror behind you. “i told you to wear something comfy” he chuckles at you still managing to pick at him, “then this wouldn’t be as hot” he says, his deep voice is turning you on so much, he’s so adorable yet he has the voice that could make you cum that instance. he continues your work on his jeans, pulling the zipper down, the clacking sound of the belt surrounding the confined space. before he’d take out his cock from his boxers he reaches at your hands that are trying to push the waistband of your sweatpants down, helping you get it past your ass before reaching the hem of your panties next and pulling it down. both your panties and pants are now pooling at your ankle. he leans in to kiss at your lips once again as his hand trail between you to rub at your pussy, spreading your wetness around your folds and to your fuckhole. he prods a finger at it before pushing in, slightly fucking you with his middle finger just to have a taste. your hands quickly move to take out his cock from his boxers, tugging at the length as precum seeps out from his tip. collecting his precum, you use it as a lube, spreading it all across his cock.

both your hands are now touching each other, his fingers fucking into you to stretch your tight hole for a bit while your hand tug at his length. halting your movements on his cock, you reach your hand up to his lips. “spit”, you order him, as he obediently spit into your hand with his eyes set on yours, before you bring it down and spread it onto his throbbing length. he’s rock hard now, his tip pink and sensitive. not wanting to waste any time anymore, he steps on your pants and panties that are pooling at your ankles, keeping it down as he lifts your thigh so that you now has one leg up wrapped around his waist. he moves closer as you’re still tugging at his cock, pulling him to position his tip at your entrance. before he could even move you spit a glob of saliva at where you two are connected, as he starts moving his hips, wasting no time to fuck you on the sink, your leg wrapped around his waist. you’re moaning into his ear, your hands graze across his back, holding onto him so your back doesn’t get shoved repeatedly into the mirror with each of his thrusts. his thrusts are rapid and desperate, he’s focused on getting off though he knows people are going to want to use the lavatory anytime now. “fuck- oh god” he whines out heavily, your pussy still feels so tight for him.

you let out a high pitched moan, your boobs bouncing up and down in your sweatshirt with his rough thrusts. he lets out a low moan as his eyes trail down to watch his cock going in and out of you, your puffy folds engulfing his throbbing length, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock. you look at his focused face, his lips parted apart, looking plump and swollen from all the kissing you were doing earlier until he suddenly feels like he’s not fucking you deep enough. he grabs at the underside of your thigh, before moving his hand to push your calf upwards and settling it on his shoulder. you’re now even more exposed than ever, giving him more access to resume his fucking, his cock now reaching spots even deeper than before. he was already prodding his tip against your sweet spot, fucking at it, now he’s almost kissing your cervix, all while his girth stretching your walls out. your mouth are open to let out a moan for him yet nothing’s coming out, the pleasure washing over you as you come on his cock undone, catching yourself off guard. “jann- fuck, i just came” you’re a bit shocked but still hazy from your orgasm. he leans in to kiss you, his lips curling into a smile before he pulls away to rest his forehead against your temple. “mm, i know. you feel so good-fuck” he’s still fucking his cock into you, sticky sounds of skin slapping bouncing off the walls as you pray for the people who sits nearby to not hear your moans.

“shh jann—” you shush him after he lets out a guttural moan himself, as he bites down on his lips to suppress his noises. “should’ve think of that sooner before leaving me all worked up” he says with a strained voice as he frowns at you, his face contorting in pleasure, his bottom lips hanging low, glistening under the low light.

“m’gonna cum,, fuck mm-m gonna cum oh-” his thrusts start to falter, his hips bucking up into you uncontrollably as he struggles to not let out his usual whiny moans. he’s whimpering instead, quietly into your ears, begging you for a release. you lean forward to catch his lips, pulling him in for a kiss as you clench down hard on his cock, instantly making him cum on the spot, warm spurts of cum squirting out of his tip inside you. he’s holding onto you, clutching at the back of your shirt as he rides out his orgasm, pumping your pussy full of his cum. he’s almost done thrusting into you, his hips bucking forwards slowly, drips of his seed being pushed back out by his length. he’s panting, catching his breath as he carefully take out his cock, a ring of white stays clinging at the base of his length. he pulls away from your embrace, smiling wide at you, his gummy pearls on display. you roll your eyes at him playfully as you hit his chest. he bends down to slip your panties back onto your feet, pulling it up to quickly cover his cum seeping out of your pussy, before doing the same with your sweatpants.

“i want you to— to wear my cum and keep it inside you with that panties until we get there” he tells you, a hint of reluctance beneath his tone. he collected all his courage to tell you that. you raise your eyebrows at him as he continues, “least you could do after what you did to me” you abruptly burst into chuckles at his words as you quickly cover your mouth to keep quiet. you smile and nod at him, loving his sudden commanding side. he leans in once again to kiss you as he works on putting his softening cock inside his boxers and buckling his belt back on. he sends you away first to your seat so you guys wouldn’t raise suspicions, though you’re pretty sure you have ruined some of the people that sits near the lavatory’s flight.

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[spookyrealms]

For the story with jack i think a smutty story where maybe he is a little jealous would be so 🥵🥵

oh yessss! say no more anon I got you 🫶

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝟏𝟖+ - 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟔𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐜��𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲/𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮…

She was giggling again, with him.

It had to be the third or fourth time now this reporter made you laugh, and it just made Jack's blood boil. The way you both shifted forward in their seats as you two laughed. The way you clutched your stomach and took deep breaths to calm yourself in order to answer the next question. That damn reporter continuing his cheesy one liners after your answers which only made you laugh more.

Jack was finding it nearly impossible to stand off to the side and watch this interview unfold in front of him. You were his girl after all, he wanted to be the only one to make you laugh like this, not some reporter for a little known car magazine he didn't even know the name of.

While the reporter looked down at his iPad to read over the next question he needed to ask, you eyes gravitated towards Jack. His right shoulder was leaning on a steel beam that was one of many in the open studio space. His body language emanated nothing but tension and distain. Something was clearly bothering him.

You flashed him a kind, closed-mouth smile, his jaw clenched in response. Yeah, he was pissed about something.

"Okay, last question," the reporter's words pulled your attention back to him. "What is your ultimate goal for your racing career?"

"To stay in one piece after each race." you deadpanned followed by a fit of laughter from both you and the reporter.

"Well that is a very good goal to have." the reporter said between chuckles.

You nodded in agreement as you dabbed tears of laughter from the corners of your eyes, you glanced at your boyfriend, he now had his arms crossed over his chest, maintaining his unamused posture.

"On a serious note, I'd love to accomplish a championship title. That would be incredible. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can podium at Le Mans before I retire as well." you answered honestly.

With a few parting words and a friendly handshake, the interview was over, and you and the reporter go your separate ways. Automatically, you exited the small studio set up and walked over to Jack, he still had a prominent frown on his face.

"What's wrong with your face?" you asked, a cheeky smile dancing upon your lips as you looked at your boyfriend.

Jack huffed as he stood upright. "I don't know, maybe because you were enjoying flirting with that reporter."

"Oh my god." you retorted, turning on your heels and walking to the small break room that was at the back of the studio space.

Jack was the jealous type, there's no denying that. Most of the time you found it hot, when he'd get protective and possessive of you any time another man looked at you any other way other than a simple passing glance. But this time it rubbed you the wrong way.

"Tell me I'm wrong then. He was totally flirting with you!" Jack chased after you, his large stride catching up to your much smaller one within a couple steps.

"He was doing his job Jack. We felt comfortable with each other, that's a lot more than I can say for most reporters I talk to." You pushed the break room door open, letting it swing closed but Jack caught it before it had a chance to shut.

"As your boyfriend I was not comfortable with it."

"You aren't happy with anyone of the opposite gender acknowledging my existence." you spat.

An audible gasp escaped your lips as you felt a strong hand turn you around quickly. Your body collided into Jack's, the split second movement caused your heart to race and goosebumps erupt on your skin.

Jack towered over your much shorter stature, his eyes were hooded, dark with desire and want, his body was still ridged but not with anger or discomfort, it was pure pleasure and need.

"You are mine, and no one else's." he growled, bowing his head to meet your lips, devouring them in a dominating yet passionate kiss.

The kiss felt like electricity that jolted through your entire body. It was just one kiss but the effect this man had on you was instantaneous. His pent up desire had now transferred to you and all you could think about was the throbbing heat between your legs yearning for him.

Jack knew you were already at that point and had you laying flat on your back across the small sofa that was in the room.

"Jack, what if someone walks in?" you raised your head slightly to watch your boyfriend fiddle with your jeans before pulling them down your legs.

"Then they can watch." he grumbled.

You laughed slightly at his reply, the worry of someone actually walking in and seeing you two was quickly erased when you felt Jack's warm tongue glide across your folds. The feeling caused your back to arch and legs fall open.

Jack hummed against you, a response to the taste he got from your center. He used his tongue again to glide along your slit, from your sopping wet entrance up to your sensitive bud. There he flicked your bud with the tip of his tongue before clamping his lips down onto it and sucking. His facial hair tickled the sensitive skin between your legs, even the slightest feeling caused you to jump.

Instinctively, your hand went to his hair, gripping it slightly as he switch back and forth between sucking and flicking your bud. Each second a new wave of pleasure washed over you, demanding a symphony of moans to flow from your mouth.

You could feel your wetness growing, your core throbbing for him. It was an ache so deep within your core that it caused you to whine just thinking about his cock filling every inch of you.

"Jack please..." you said barely above a whisper.

Jack heard you but continued to flick his tongue wildly on your aching bud. "Please what?" he said, barely lifting his mouth from your wet core.

You moaned again. "I need you..."

This time Jack answered right away. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you, what was that?"

He anchored himself to your bud, sucking at it and pulling it slightly with his lips, a feeling that had you speechless for a moment. This man knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"I fucking need you right now!" you blurted, unable to control the words that flew from your mouth.

Jack pulled his mouth from your core with a loud popping sound. He sat up, a smug smile plastered on his face as he began to undo his belt and pants, eyes locked with yours. You panted heavily, heart racing, hyper focused on Jack and every move he made.

When his cock sprang free from its confines you felt your breath hitch followed by a frustrated groan. You wanted him so badly in this moment, every second he took felt like an eternity.

"Wow someone is needy." Jack teased.

"Says that man who was just whining about another man having my attention for five minutes." you countered, knowing that would stoke his fire.

It sure did. Jack's eyes darkened and he bent you over the back of the couch with one fluid movement. Before you had a chance to speak you felt his cock fill your core. A loud gasp chased by a moan escaped your lips as you gripped the top of the couch with both hands.

As in control as Jack was, there was still attentiveness and passion behind it. He paused for a moment, making sure you weren't tense and nothing was wrong, then once he was confident you were well adjusted he began to buck into you.

The speed and the accuracy behind each stroke caused you lips to part and your brain to go fuzzy. He knew all the best places to hit and all the best positions to put you in. He even knew throwing you half bent over the top of the couch would turn you on even more because you loved getting it from behind.

A chorus of moans echoed through the room, there was no way anyone outside didn't hear the two of you. But you couldn't care less. Caught in a pleasure high so perfect you lost track of time and space, the only thing that pulled you back down to Earth was the prickling feeling of your climax building within you.

"Oh fuck... Jack I'm gonna cum." you breathed between moans.

Jack's rhythmic strokes turned into deep thrusts that had you holding onto the couch for support. The change in rhythm caused your climax to come washing over you far faster than you anticipated.

"Jack!" you screamed, the scream coming purely from pleasure as you road your climax to the finish line.

Behind you, you could hear Jack grunt and groan a few times, his climax coming shortly after yours.

The two of you remained in your positions, both immobile while breathing heavily, trying to recover from the insane pleasure high.

"Bet no other man can do you like that." Jack stated, smacking your right ass cheek before pulling himself free from your core.

"mmm no you're right about that," you agreed, letting yourself sink back down onto the couch, making eye contact with Jack as he nodded. "But that reporter was pretty funny." you teased.

Jack huffed and rolled his eyes but a small satisfied smirk could be seen on his lips as he patted your outer thigh. "Don't start." he warned with a small chuckle followed by placing a soft kiss on your left temple.

Jokes aside; you were his, and he was yours, and that was that.