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title: need someone older
dynamic: papa!jack x ex-fwb!reader
tw: dd:dne, extremely dubious consent, you call him “papa” and he calls you “little girl” (is this technically fauxcest?), sadism, age gap, size difference, stalking, surveillance, gun play (look away if you don't want a gun in your mouth!), fear play, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, hair pulling, spanking, squirting, cockwarming, possessive behavior, breeding kink, dacryphilia, choking, humiliation/degradation kink, im just a girl who loves her papa, also jack loves a nice bush okay!
context: you and jack had an agreement. he can take you whenever he wants. so, he does, even though you told him it was over...
wc: 2.3k
a/n: papa!jack haunts me so now he will haunt you too!
hope it's a hot read ♡
You hear the floorboards creak.
Someone is in your house…
And from the way the wood creaks more in a single direction, you know exactly who it is.
Oh god, not him again.
You told Jack it was over between you and him ever since you started dating someone else.
How did he know you just got broken up with?
Unless…
Fuck. You knew he was a creep.
He definitely installed cameras in your house to watch you. Maybe a tracker in your car too. Maybe even wire tapped your phone.
Your nerves are on high alert and you hate how your pussy starts to ache.
No, no, no!
You shake off the need that racks your body...
You are done with him.
You can't get involved with Jack again.
You might never be able to stop if it starts again…
So, you reach for your bedside drawer and—his stern voice has you frozen in place before you can grab your gun, “if you touch that gun, it's going inside of you.”
You pull your hand away from it. Jack walks up and slams the drawer shut.
“I can't believe you were going to do that to me, little girl.” He shakes his head, glaring down at you laying uncomfortably still in bed. “You make your papa so sad, do you know that?”
“You aren't my—” You choke on your own words when he slides a hand over your throat, gripping it hard.
“I wouldn't say that if I were you.” His other hand pulls back open your drawer, taking the gun out that he bought you for self defense. “Or I'll end up having to do something you really don't want me to do.”
You shut your mouth immediately, which brings out that sadistic smile of Jack's that sends such a fucked up thrill through you. He has trained your body well. He can tell from your trembling that you're excited for him to mess you up.
Though, that could just be the fear from him pressing the barrel of your gun to your forehead.
“P-Please, papa.” You plead to him. “Don't shoot me.”
“I should.” He tells you, his tone so flat that it sends chills down your spine. “For leaving me for some young dumb fuck who couldn't even value what he had. At least now you know you need someone older.”
And just a little bit colder…
Jack drags the barrel down until the tip of the gun is kissing your lips. You press them shut, afraid of what he would do if you parted them.
He forces your lips apart anyway, digging the metal into your bottom lip until you give in and open your mouth. He slides the barrel in, only halfway, not wanting you to taste the full length just yet.
He needs you more scared.
He likes the fear in your eyes.
It feeds the sadist in him that you created, in case you forgot.
You blink back tears, a few dripping down the corner of your eyes before you can stop them. That pleases Jack. He leans in, his tongue darting out so he can lick them up. You shiver at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet, gliding up your flushed cheek.
Then, you whimper against the metal in your mouth when Jack says, nice and low and menacingly, “I bet if I strapped a vibrator to you, you would've cum by now. My little girl is such a glutton for punishment, isn't she?”
He waits for your response. He wants to see if you'll be good and nod or bad and give him a reason to be even meaner to you.
You're unsure what will get you out of this situation the least unscatched…
Regardless, he's going to take you.
So you might as well make him work for it.
You shake your head and Jack's lips curve back into that frightening smirk of his.
Then, your yelp is muffled by the gun in your mouth as he tugs hard on your hair, forcing you to sit up.
“Take off your pants.” Jack flicks off the safety. “Don't make me ask twice.”
His threat is real because you've always kept your gun loaded, a decision you're regretting now…
You pull off your bottoms and because you know he means your underwear too, you slip those off as well. He looks down at your pussy, seeing how it's freshly waxed and he shake his head.
“Stupid fucking guy.” Jack reaches his free hand forward, touching your smooth skin. “I knew when he made you feel bad for having body hair that I had to get rid of him.”
His eyes dart back up to yours when you tremble at his touch because what the hell does he mean “had to get rid of him”?
“Don't worry yourself over scum, little girl.” He sits down beside you, patting the top of your head, soothing the ache from when he pulled at your hair. “I didn't kill him. I just made him break up with you. Though, maybe I should've killed him…”
He…what?
The reason that guy broke up with you is because of Jack?
You should've guessed that from how scared your ex looked when he ended things. Only Jack could get a rise out of someone like that. He instills that kind of unnerving fear with how easy going he can pretend to be…
Jack gestures for you to straddle his lap and since there's still a loaded gun in your mouth, you obey. His free hand slides back between your legs, running his fingertips along your smooth flesh, missing when he had hairs to play with between his fingers.
“I wish I stopped you before you did this.” He lets out a sigh before moving his fingers lower to play with your clit. “Would've been fine if my little girl wanted to for herself. But to do it for a man? Your papa taught you better than that.”
He pinches your clit and you choke back a scream at the sudden rush of sensation.
“The only man in your life that you listen to is me. Got it?” He stares at you with such a heat that you know if you don't answer correctly, he might actually pull the trigger.
So, you nod, pleasing him.
“Good girl.” He leans in, giving your cheek a lovely peck. “Now, help me, will you? Pull my cock out and touch me while I touch you.”
You slip your hands into his scrubs, pulling his cock out. He's already so big even though he's not fully hard yet. You miss the feeling of him inside of you, though you'd never tell him. He'd hold it over your head forever if you did.
Jack is enjoying the sight of you with a gun held in your mouth, squirming on his lap from his fingers rubbing your clit while you jerk him off.
He's in heaven.
A fucked up kind of heaven, but heaven nonetheless.
“My little girl's clit is so hard.” He berates you as he rolls it between his fingers. “Are you seriously going to cum with a gun in your mouth?”
You don't want to but you know it's inevitable. He knows just how to play with your clit to have you moaning around the barrel, the taste of metal tainting your mind when pleasure fills your senses. The orgasm that shoots through you is incredible, in a disturbing kind of way.
You hate how you crave more…
“I bet I could slip right in.” Jack dips two of his fingers into you then, spreading you wide open, testing his theory. “You're dripping wet. You should've told me sooner that you liked gun play. Your papa would've happily given you what you wanted.”
You definitely did not know you would be this turned on by a deadly weapon resting in your mouth and the threat of it going off. Jack is always pulling new desires out of you.
He does treat you well…
Even if he's fucking crazy.
Maybe it's fine that he's crazy about you.
If it means you get to cum like this over and over again.
His fingers curl just right and you can't hold back, another orgasm flooding your system all of a sudden. You're trying so hard to catch your breath but it's difficult to breathe with a gun filling every inch of your mouth and his fingers stretching out your pussy.
“I'll take the gun out once I've seen my little girl make a mess from cumming so hard on her papa's fingers.” He sees your struggle and doesn't hide how hard it makes him, his cock throbbing in your hands, which are having such a hard time staying clasped around his girth.
You keep wriggling more and more the closer you get to cumming. And you wish it was his cock messing up your insides right now…
But his fingers do the trick, coaxing you to squirt all over his hand with every thrust.
Jack pulls the gun out of your mouth then, flipping the safety back on and tossing it across the bed so he can hear your lovely heavy breaths as you cum hard on him.
“Breathe, little girl.” He pulls you further onto his lap, nudging your hands off of his cock. “Hold onto me for leverage.”
You nod into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up while Jack slips his fingers out of you and guides his cock to replace them. You muffle a moan into his warm skin the moment you sink down onto him.
“Let me taste those moans.” He cups your face with his hands before pulling you in for a kiss. He lets out a groan when he rolls his hips and you moan on his lips, “that's my girl.”
You can't help but let out little sighs of pleasure from the tip of his cock grinding against the perfect spot inside of you as you sit on your papa's lap, kissing him back.
Jack smiles against your lips, having missed holding you like this.
There's not a chance he's ever letting you go again.
And you wouldn't want him to.
Because you love him, so much that you tried your hardest not to.
But he knows you must love him deeply.
Because why else would you be whining for him to fuck you right now?
“Patience.” He pinches your cheeks, making you pout at him. “I want to kiss you for a while longer. You can ride your papa's cock if you want to cum so badly.”
It's humiliating how much you desperately want to grind yourself against his lap until you cum. Jack can see the turmoil in your eyes.
That's why he gives you a nudge in the right direction, smacking your ass hard. That simple action sends such shivers through you and you have to move, thrusting more of his cock into you, leaving you gasping for air.
“Lips on mine, little girl.” He smacks your ass again when you delay. “Don't make me do more than this with your ass.”
You read his threat loud and clear and immediately kiss him again. Jack chuckles against your lips before deepening the kiss, dipping his tongue into your mouth to tangle yours.
You're cumming all over his lap and it won't end. He slaps your ass every time you stop riding his cock. He won't allow you to stop fucking yourself with his cock.
The moment you try to slow the rate of his cock thrusting inside of you, Jack has you quivering with a harsh smack, driving you closer to another earth-shattering orgasm each time.
“I bet you're wearing my hand print beautifully right now.” He rubs your sensitive flesh, digging his fingers in until your pussy clenches tight around his cock then he demands, “cum for me.”
You grab a hold of his face, pulling him in for a kiss when your orgasm rushing through you. You're riding his cock without any hesitation now, letting yourself enjoy the feel of Jack even if you look depraved and needy.
And because you simply are acting too precious, Jack shoves you onto your back and starts fucking you through your orgasm, drawing moans from your lips that he eats up with his feverish kisses.
“My little girl loves her papa, doesn't she?” He asks you when you're in a daze from your orgasms, so your answer is honest.
“Yes.” You tell him the truth. “I love you so much.”
“Does this mean you'll finally let me put a baby into you?” That's the reason you told Jack it was over, because he was insisting on getting you pregnant when you weren't ready.
But you will be, if he answers correctly. “If you love me too.”
“I love you more than you will ever know, my sweet little girl.” Jack looks at you like you mean everything to him.
And you know he'll take very good care of his baby, like he does for you. “Then cum inside of me a lot, papa.”
Jack groans, so happy to hear that. “I will. I'll make sure you get pregnant tonight.”
You brace yourself for the rough fucking that only Jack can give you. He's ruthless and all consuming, sending your mind swirling with every orgasm he pounds into you. His actions are harsh but he makes you feel so amazing that you love every second of his brutality.
You cum so hard when he kneads your lower belly, teasing your womb, inviting you to take his release deep inside as he pumps it into you over and over again.
You don't get to rest until your pussy is so full that you're leaking his cum every time you cum.
When you're barely sentient, Jack leans down, giving you a loving little peck on the lips before whispering, “guys your age just don't fuck like I do, do they?”
And even with the fog in your head, you know to tell him, “they don't.”
Because you do need someone older to fuck you right.
Like your wonderful papa.
a/n: older by isabel larosa has been stuck in my head so i figured i just had to get my itch out for papa!jack haha ~
hope you enjoyed the read ♡