Dedicating to the bestest person on Earth, I know it might be shit at times but I'll always love her. Enjoy this, Ivy 🫶🫶

TW: smut, infidelity - affair, random music references, use of y/n, AFAB! reader, reader wears dress, reader -sub- , jack -dom-, pain, no protection,

Word count: 1,3k

This was written based off a request I got on Tumblr, if you want to you can check my account on here as well. The username is: roryculkinsbf !!

English is not my first language, I lack it, sorry

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Deepest thanks to your friend who forced you to attend a funeral of someone you never knew and to pretend you totally did, because the person whos parents died was a mess, mess that you've wanted.

"So you're from 'round here?" His raspy voice blinded your sences. Smile appeared on your face, champagne only adding to it. "No, no... I'm visiting a friend. What was your name again?" "Jack, Jack Thurlow. This funeral is actually for my dad, he uh...got into accident and stuff..." He said almost carelessly and took a sip from what seemed to be wine. Your mouth flew open. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry..."

He placed his hand on your shoulder. Seeing his face and feeling the hotness of him go through thin fabric of your clothing just made you realize how charming he was. "Calm down..." he half-laughed to himself: "It's fine. Haven't seen him in years, and when I did he was just a huge dick." He discarded his palm off you and took another sip.

After a moment you registered him leaning closer to your ear and whispered. "Maybe we should get fresh air somewhere more private, what do you think?" His hot breath warmed your skin. You weren't used to hooking up. Especially not after funeral, with someone who was family of the ones who died. But who knows if you'd ever get a chance after tonight?

The way his eyes sparkled forced you to freeze on spot and agree. "Sure..." Your smile amused him. "Let me finish my drink first," He took the last sip, surprisingly long and gently put his glass on the table. You couldn't even register when his old-man-like hand grabbed yours, long fingers spiraling and pulling you out of the whole scene.

"W-where are we going, Jack?" You mumbled out and let him lead you. "Somewhere private..." Was everything he muttered under his breath as he lead you on into a house near by. You just assumed it was his, since he had the keys and all. Your feet stumbled as he locked the doors behind you both. The interior seemed minimalistic and quite elegant, piano right in the center and smell of freshness, like it was just cleaned in here.

"Take your dress off..." He said and single grin didn't push through his face. "What..?" "Take. Your. Dress. Off." He strained through his teeth. There was no point in doing anything else than pleasing him. As he sat down on his million dollar-looking couch you hung your leather coat by his front door. The dress you had wasn't any special, or girly. Crimson red matte fabric perfectly hugged around your hips. Jack was crazy just looking at you.

You look your shoes off, being drunk and near propably-the-fucking-hottest-and-only-man-in-the-room isn't something to do in heels, right? You grabbed the zip aligned with your back and pulled it down. Slipped out of the tiny sleeves and let the dress practically fall off of you. He stepped up, to you and grabbed you firmly, arms wrapping around your intoxicated body. You knew his manner once your bra's tight hold softened. It fell to ground as well. Not surprising at all.

His hands gripped the top of your panties, yes, but he rested his head to your ear and whispered:,, Don't think Im falling for you, baby, just need to release my stress." "Don't think it isn't the same for me." You whispered back, which made him chuckle. Your panties dropped to the floor and he spat on his hand. Fast circles on your clit forced your breathing to quicken in seconds. You wrapped your arms around his back, but he pushed you away.

Shoved you into his bed and took his jeans off. His boxers were thrown on the floor, his dick standing in pride with leaking pre-cum. Bed lowered and squeaked when he crawled on the top of you. He managed to pet your clit with his thumb. He wrapped his hands around your ankles and agressively pulled you closer. Your hips were in the air when he aligned his cock covered in saliva with your entrance and pushed all his length into you.

Whimpers filled the room, as he couldn't bring himself to slow down. Your pussy was begging for attention, now that he was fucking you deep with all he's got, you screamed. The whole time. "J-jack...fuck... sl-slow down! FuCk..." Some words high pitched and some stuck in your throat. "Shut the fuck up, slut..." He shouted and proceeded to fuck you even faster.

All your insides were aching in absolute pain, his arms wrapped around your legs when he lifted them to his shoulders. "Yeah, fuck... stuffing that pretty pussy, you fucking love it, don't you, slut?" "Mhhpp...y-yes...of-f course..." You cried out, tears spilling on your cheeks. Your toes were reaching for dear heavens as he kept pounding forward.

At this point you thought life itself disseapeared and only he could bring it back. His hands held onto your legs to keep then on your shoulders. You didn't see that. Your eyes were all rolled back which turned your head dizzy. "Please, s-slow dOwN..." You begged. Nothing would stop him now. He got you all for himself now.

Hitting your good spot felt like as if your wounds had been kissed, just sweet addition to torturing dominant of this night. Fucked up love game. You managed to focus on his face, crooked eyebrows and fury were all he offered you. Some heavy breathing as well. Even in his asshole mode he appeared attractive.

Soon you felt many knots in your stomach, to ease the feeling you grabbed into your own hair and pulled few strands a bit. He kept going and you felt as if damn Lord blessed your body. After all that pain, finally release met you. He kept up, of course.
"Fucking slut, so per-... perfect.." He uttered and his hips moved forward in slower motion. Wrinkles on the forehead flattened and he was breathing evenly. "Want me to fill you up, slut?" And you managed to nod.

Feeling of warmness made you smile as Jack came inside of you. He pulled out and smiled back as he watched cum leak out of your precious body. "Fuck, looks good as ever. Never had anyone give myself to me as you did. Gotta admit I'll miss what this could've been few glasses of alcohol earlier." He told you as he helped you clean up your now white cunt.

He got to his knees and pressed a kiss onto your exposed flesh. "Thank you." As he ran his hand up and down your thigh while kissing your clit, you noticed something glimmery on it. With your own hand you wiped tears from off your eyes. When you looked back at his hand, whilst holding back any moans from his current activity, breath got stuck in your throat. Thick golden ring occupied his ring finger right when his tongue circled around your pussy.

You couldn't speak at all besides shaky moans when he satisfied you for the second time that night. You let him go and go further into misery and not even word from your mouth suggested that you knew he was a married man.

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