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work is pretty easy, relatively speaking. you wake up, you drive to work, you work, you go home. wash, rinse, repeat. it's been that way since you were graciously plucked by your wings and dropped into the lap of bon's burgers, a joint run by your old college friends turned entrepreneurs. (term lightly used for felix, and ... not quite right for jack).
currently, you were sitting in jack's office, going over color swatches and design patterns for the overall look of the restaurant while he chain-smoked cigarettes and went over reports. ever since that day in his office where he kissed you, things had gone like this.
you'd get to work, start the day out like normal until you'd get called into his office, and then you'd sit together and work in tandem. it was all so domestic you could cry. or throw up. or cum.
it was late tonight, almost 11pm. jack usually worked well into the night, where you'd leave at 6 or 7, maybe stay until 9 or 10 to finish big pitches or projects. lately, though, you'd been joining jack well after people had gone just to be around him.
"hey, doll, come look at this." sometimes he asked for things like this, small adjustments or opinions on designs, but it had branched into personal questions as of late. maybe a gift for his mom or what he should say to felix after an argument; what to get his kids for their birthdays, what you would like on yours.
you stood, rounding the table and peering over his shoulder. work. it was a draft of an alternate bon, an outfit for birthday parties it would seem. cute .
"felix and i were playing with the idea for outfits. not sure if this is good, but sophie sure seemed to like it." you peered at him, taking in the slope of his nose, the closeness of the two of you. smiling, you nudged him with your shoulder.
"it's cute, jack. i'd say go for it." you watch him nod, circling the design a few times with a pen and moving onto the next pile of paperwork.
oh well, getting back to work. you patted his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek and you were almost around the desk when his hand gripped your wrist, almost enclosing it.
"i think i want you to stay over here. that okay?"
ah.
you nodded a little dumbly, sidling up to his side again and tucking yourself against him. he was warm, and the smoke billowing around him was more comfort than anything. he smiled that wide, sharklike, toothy grin at you and turned back to the papers in from of him.
you peered at them. restaurant leasing. boring. you peered at him. furrowed brow, set jaw, long fingers plucking the stick between his teeth as he exhaled a steady roll of smoke. not boring.
"take a picture, it'll last longer." jack's eyes flickered to yours teasingly, before delving back into his work, pen rapidly moving.
"sadly, no camera. memories are the best." you tilted your head, smirk spread across your lips.
he didn't make an indication that he heard you, just went back to scribbling. for the next few minutes, that's all you got. sometimes, he'd offer the cigarette to you, and you'd politely refuse. embarrassing yourself by coughing up a lung in front of him? no thanks.
after 10 allotted minutes of this, you untangled yourself from his side and started making your way to your seat and your own papers again.
"where are you going?" not even a glance.
"uhm. to sit? my legs hurt a bit, jack, i'm not sure i can stand beside you all evening." with a small chuckle, you kept moving, but again, his hand closed around your wrist.
jack brought his hand up to his mouth, taking a long drag of the cigarette before stubbing it out and tilting his head back to let out a long exhale towards the ceiling. in one motion, he spread his legs as far as his chair could allow, and patted his thigh.
oh. oh.
you could feel the flush of heat to your body from your head to your toes. you were sure every exposed point of your body was a shade darker with blood excess, cheeks flaming against cold hands as you pressed them to your cheeks.
"uh. okay....okay."
inching closer to him, you gingerly sat on the edge of his thigh, like it was a movie theatre seat. but it wasn't. it was jack's thigh. his body. him.
when you settled yourself, he wound an arm around your waist and settled you in, not tugging you further into his lap but not just letting you sit there like a house on fire.
he was warm. and he smelled nice. and he was jack.
when he spoke, he'd hook his chin over your shoulder, lips brushing your ear and speaking low. suddenly, the little pet names he used for you were the most arousing things you'd heard. you think he could read your grocery list and you'd get off at this point.
it was uncomfortable how every move of his body sent a jolt straight into you, thigh barely pressed against the divot between your legs. if only you could move. or he could move. or something could move.
with the minutes passing by like a snail moving through honey, you could feel the wetness seeping into your underwear, the pulse beating through your lower half.
"you know i can feel that right, sweet thing?"
fuck .
"i'm...not sure what you mean, jack." a breathy laugh. you clenched around nothing and tensed your hips so you didn't grind down at the movement.
"you're good to move if you want. i'm certainly not going to stop you." he wasn't even looking at you. still. eyes intent on his work, passing the pen over and flipping it to the other side, new, unlit cigarette clenched through his teeth
"uhm. i'm good!" your voice was too high, too unnatural. you'd love to move; to drag your cunt across his thigh and cum in his lap; but jesus, you were mortally embarrassed he could feel the wetness dripping onto his pants.
"oh? then you won't mind if i do this, huh?"
"wh- oh."
he bounced his leg, once, twice.
holy shit. the jolt against your clit was literally worthy of starting a religion; your god? jack's thighs and his generous disposition. horrible man.
the hand hanging by your side suddenly spread across your stomach, pushing you to grind over him. and he just kept scribbling. here you were, a hot piece of ass, ready to get off on him and he wanted to contemplate the entertainment world of animatronics?
with a shakey breath, you took hold of his wrist in your hand and dragged your hips down, a soft moan leaving you as you did so.
a vein in his jaw twitched. good.
slowly, you hitched the fabric of your skirt up around your waist and started a steady rhythm against his thigh, rough material offering a welcome reprieve to your heated flesh.
" jack," you were tucked into him, head pillowed by his shoulder as you work yourself across his leg, sighing as you do it. "feels good ."
"does it?" his voice has deepened, the rolling waves of it passing over you as you whined and keened. "you like fucking yourself on me, huh?"
you catch your clit on a seam, thighs shaking.
its so conversational, the way he's talking, and it's driving you up a wall. you want him to look at you, talk to you, drink you in. you need his attention like you need to breathe air, and with a renowned vigor, you grind down as hard as you can, a long, loud whine falling from your lips.
the result is instantaneous. the pen in his hand falls to the desk and he looks at you with surprise. ha. his brows lower. fuck.
"so that's the way you want it, pretty girl? you want my attention?" his hand pushes on you again, catching your cunt on the material of your underwear.
" yes , jack. yes, yes, yes, yes. please." the rhythm you had built up falters as his hand presses you down hard, making your clit drag against the entire length of him.
"what a good girl you are. good fucking girl, making a mess." he coos, chin hooked over your shoulder. his fingers inch over your skirt and further down, hooking into the crotch of your underwear and pulling it so it snaps back. you jolt against him, making him chuckle. " look at that pretty cunt, huh?"
"pretty?" your mind is foggy, fuddled with the arousal you feel. he's so close and he smells so good and it feels so good and-
his fingers are inside you.
they're so big, it feels insane. the way they crook inside you and press exactly on that spot, grinding his palm over your clit, you almost cum right there.
"yeah, dollface. pretty . just like you."
you think you cum right there.
"i'm pretty?" the smoke of your head seems to be clouding everything, and the tightness you feel starting to build is becoming unbearable.
" gorgeous. " jack punctuates with a curl of his fingers, watching you heave and whine and pout at he keeps you at bay of the orgasm building inside you. "my gorgeous girl."
it's a lot. it's so much. it's all jack. he's pressing into you at a pace you can almost put to music, then flicking up to your clit to pinch and prod, rubbing over it in small circles and letting out small groans as your hips twitch in time with his actions.
"all yours." your voice barely sounds like yours as you buck your hips into his hand, lips pulled together in a wet pout. you're so close. you can feel it behind your eyes.
"don't worry, sweet girl. i'm gonna make you feel so good, okay?" crooking his fingers in a stark pace, he has you dripping, twitching to cum. literally putty in his hands.
"i wanna..." you start, but a moan leaves him hanging as he gives a few thrusts of his fingers into your tightness. "jack. jack ."
"you're gonna cum when i tell you, doll." quicker thrusts, hard grinding of his wrist.
" nononono , wanna cum. please, please jack." you grip at his wrist, fumbling to keep it as he keeps up the pace.
he seems to think over it, letting it wash over his though process like he's at a wine tasting or smoking a rich cigar.
and then, he decides.
"since you asked so nicely." with a flick of his wrist and a press of his fingers to your clit, you're cumming.
stars burst behind your eyes as your back arches and falls as the build up overwhelms you, a long string of moans leaving you, jack and fuck and oh, my god all jumbled into a phrase that doesn't have much meaning anymore.
as you twitch from the oversensitivity, he pulls his fingers from you, watching the slippery film that connects you break off.
"so wet." he murmurs, not really to you but you blush anyways, shoving your face into his chest.
"shuddup." a mumble against him.
"it's pretty, doll." it's teasing now. shut up.
"makes me wanna see how it feels."