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A Demon’s Ache — Part 2
Eyeless Jack x Reader (NSFW)
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It comes as no surprise when he ends up in bed, hard dick in his hand, thinking of you for the god-knows-how-many-th time
Try as he might to fervently rut into his clenched fist, he knows no feeling would ever compare to you bouncing on his cock instead
The taste of you on his tongue had dissipated much too quickly, but that doesn’t stop him from desperately trying to reimagine your arousal on his lips
He grunts, his hips grinding up, cock tensing and twitching in his hold
It’s torturous
He needs you
Precum beads up at his tip, and all he can think about is the way you’d lap it up with your tongue
Friends
Every time he imagines all the ways he could fuck you senseless, the word friends interrupts his fantasy
Really, he knows what he’s doing is wrong
He shouldn’t be having such depraved thoughts about someone who doesn’t want anything to do with him beyond friendship
But he can’t help it
You drive him wild
The sounds of your pretty little moans and whimpers are stuck on repeat in his head
The way your body writhed in his touch, the way your perfectly wet cunt tightened around his tongue—everything about you gets him drunk with lust
His room feels unbearably hot
Try as he might to relieve the throbbing ache of his stiff cock, it’s no use
He can’t be satisfied without you
And he realizes, fuck, you’ve triggered a heat
The next few days are absolute hell
He’s on and off his heat
Every time it’s on the cusp of dissipating, his thoughts scramble back to you, and it starts all over again
He waits at least a week before leaving his room—just to be sure seeing you won’t jeopardize anything
And it’s only a day or two after he leaves his room that he runs into you again
It’s an early morning, with pale sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows
You’re at the table, sipping on a coffee, and a few other creeps are scattered about the dining room and kitchen
He doesn’t know whether he should be irritated or grateful that there are other people around
Probably the latter, considering he wouldn’t know how to act if it was just the two of you
But it’s hard to feel grateful when Jeff decides to take a seat right next to you
And god, does he ever hate the way that guy looks at you sometimes
He debates staying or going as he makes his coffee
Staying might aggravate him if he notices Jeff trying to pull any moves on you
But on the other hand, leaving might risk something developing between you and Jeff
The more he can interfere between you and other potential suitors, the better
He can’t let anyone else have you
So even though he’s, admittedly, being childish when he takes the other open spot next to you, he tries to play it off like it’s nothing
Like he hasn’t been jerking off to the thought of you for the past week
You don’t seem to notice, but Jack doesn’t miss the way Jeff glares at him when he sits
Try me, Jack wants to say
Jeff huffs out a breath when he realizes the hybrid won’t back off
And the sheer audacity of that guy—thinking he can just waltz up to you and have you all to himself—it unlocks something primal within Jack
“What’s wrong?”
Your voice, as angelic as ever, suddenly breaks the mounting tension in the room
Jack feels like a filthy perv when the first thing that comes to mind is all those pretty sounds you made when you came against his mouth
He just wants to fuck more of those precious sounds out of you
Deep breaths, deep breaths
“What? What do you mean what’s wrong?” Jeff answers your question with his own, trying to act dumb
And thankfully, the grating sound of his voice is enough to snap Jack out of his fantasy
“Why do you look so aggravated all of a sudden?” you ask, your tone lighthearted and joking as you sip your coffee
“Yeah, Jeff, is something wrong?”
Jack tries to keep his voice as genuine as possible when he backs you up, but he knows Jeff is fully aware of the cocky grin he’s wearing beneath his mask
And he has to suppress a snicker when the guy glowers at him
“Just… life,” Jeff haphazardly grumbles, not wanting to admit Jack’s ruined the alone time he wanted with you
A cruel joke comes to the demon’s mind
It’s dumb and immature, and he knows he shouldn’t say it, but he wants to say it
So, he does
“Oh,” he hums, “is it that problem you’ve mentioned to me before?”
Jeff’s eyes meet his, brow arching
“What problem?” he asks, taking the bait
“You know,” Jack continues, trying to act as natural as possible, “that issue you’ve been having. I told you, you might need to change your diet. More fiber would help you become more regular…”
His chest practically swells with pride when you snort out a laugh
“Oh my god, is that what it is?”
You burst out laughing even harder at the expression on Jeff’s face
“The fuck!? That’s not even true! Why would you say that—what the fuck is your problem, man?!”
He can try to say whatever he wants, but it’s no use; he knows Jack’s gotten the best of him
With an angry snort, he stands
“Whatever, I’m over this,” he growls
And just like that, he walks away, leaving you and a very self-satisfied Jack alone at the table
He finally has you all to himself
Well, minus the creeps coming in and out for coffee and breakfast
But at least none of them seem particularly interested in you
Not in the way Jeff seemed to be, anyways
“Christ, he’s so dramatic,” you chuckle, shaking your head with a smile on your lips
There are suddenly butterflies in Jack’s stomach
God, you’re so fucking cute
“Was that even true?”
You look at him when you ask the question, and he almost forgets how to breathe for a minute
He shrugs, hoping you don’t notice the effect you have on him
“If he’s constipated? I mean, I don’t know if I should say anything about it. Seems like he’s embarrassed about it…”
You shake your head with a snicker
He wants to kiss you
Fuck, he really, really wants to kiss you right now
Crash his lips into yours until he’s all you can think about
He wants to wrap your legs around him, slam your back against the table and make out with you until you’re a pretty little dazed mess beneath him
Blood rushes to his junk
He shifts in place, trying to ignore it
Friends
As unwanted as ever, he’s reminded of that fucking word again
But even despite it, he isn’t entirely sure where the two of you stand
Hell—he’s more uncertain than ever
Did you really want to forget that whole thing happened in the first place?
Go about things like normal—as if he hadn’t buried his face between your thighs?
As if you hadn’t pulled his hair and whimpered his name when you came against his lips?
He takes a sip of his coffee in a vain attempt to distract himself
But it’s hard to think straight when his dick keeps throbbing for attention
He quietly clears his throats, as if that could help anything, and he shifts in place again, subtly trying to readjust himself in his grey sweats
It’s only when his knuckles accidentally graze your bare thigh, only when he hears your quiet little gasp, that he freezes in place
The sound was barely audible, but he knows what he heard
He glances down, and he almost groans out loud when he notices what you’re wearing
It’s those same fucking shorts
He’s at a loss for what to do
The both of you are in the middle of the kitchen dining room—for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t be having half the thoughts he’s having right now
But even then, he can’t bring himself to pull his hand away from your thigh
The minimal amount of skin-on-skin contact is making his head spin
He needs more
He’s never felt so insatiable
He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist stroking at your leg
The motion is slow, soft, calculated, so that he can enjoy every inch of your perfect skin
Neither of you move as he gently traces over your thigh with the back of his knuckles
His chest is pounding
He can hear your heart beating, your breath hitching in your throat whenever he gets closer to the edges of your shorts
He wants you
God, does he ever want you
That pesky word keeps coming to mind again, but he forces himself to forget about it
For now—at the very least
You don’t make a move to stop him
You almost seem to welcome his touch
But that uncertainty is still there
Which is why he takes things unbearably slowly when he moves his hand between your legs to grasp at the flesh of your inner thighs
You make what sounds like a quiet whimper
And the sound goes right to his cock
As if a whole week of jerking off to you wasn’t enough
Inch by inch, his touch dances further up along your thigh
And though it’s subtle, he can’t not notice the way you part your legs just the slightest bit more for him
You’re giving him permission to touch you—right here, right now—of all places?
He breathes in, and when he gets a whiff of your scent, he decides fuck it, there’s no way he can let this opportunity slip him by
So under the cover of the table, even despite the few creeps still lingering about, he pushes past the material of your shorts to access your sex
You’re wet
You’re already turned on for him—he can feel it through your underwear
Screw anyone around to see, he wants to bend you over this table right now and fuck his cum inside you
He wants to breed you and mark you and make sure everyone knows by the sounds of your screams that you’re all fucking his
He strokes your slit up and down through your panties, and he adores the way it has you squirming in place
Fuck, you’re so cute
He wants to ruin you
But he also wants to enjoy every second of this
So he takes his sweet, sweet time running his fingers along your covered sex until he can feel you getting wetter and wetter
It isn’t long for you to thoroughly soak through your panties
And all he wants is to taste you all over again
He swallows down a growl at the thought
His body’s burning for yours
You keep squirming and quietly gasping as he teases you
And he’s so entranced by you, he nearly forgets you’re in an open room
All he can focus on is the way your body’s reacting to him
Whatever delicate threads of control he’s still grasping onto feel like they’re slipping from his hold
When you whine his name out, so cute and desperate and needy for him, it’s all the approval he needs
He pushes your underwear to the side and runs his fingers up and down your slit
The way your arousal gathers on the pads of his fingers almost makes him lose it
He just wants to pull you into his lap and fuck up into you until you’re gushing around his cock
But somehow, he manages to hold himself back
He teases at your clit very, very briefly, before then slowly sinking two digits into your opening
His chest rumbles with an involuntary groan as he immediately feels you clench around him
You bite back a moan, but he can still hear the way you sigh at the feeling
You’re so wet, so perfectly tight around him
He imagines how good you’d feel wrapped around his dick
You shift in place, breathing his name out in a shaky moan, and it’s a miracle he still has the self-control to not screw your brains out yet
He’s about to suggest taking things to your room when Hoodie walks in and locks eyes with you
If Jack were any more coherent beyond his lust, he’d probably pull his hand out of your pants
But he’s beyond giving a shit at this point
The proxy pauses, almost curiously, and instead of going for the fridge or pantry, or wherever he was going to go, he makes his way towards you
Jack feels you stiffen
You clench around his fingers, your breathing uneven
He knows he should stop
But he’s not done enjoying the warmth of your tight cunt fluttering around him
And so what if Hoodie notices?
At least then, he’d know who you belong to
The demon is entirely aware he’s being selfish
But he can’t bring himself to care
He’s too far gone
So even as he watches Hoodie greet you, even as he watches you, dazed and horny and sex-drunk off his fingers, struggling to greet the proxy normally, he doesn’t pull away
Let him know
Let him know who you’re allowing to do such depraved things to you
“(Y/n), you missed our training session this morning,” Hoodie says, and a bout of anger flares up in Jack’s chest
Oh how he loathes the thought of another man getting physical with you
It makes him curl his fingers inside you to reach right up against a spot that has you cinching around him
You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip briefly before you can recover
“Y-yeah, uhm, sorry about that”
Your voice is shaky, your face visibly flushed
But you haven’t even tried to stop Jack yet
You want this as much as he does
“I, ah, I meant to let you know, but I—I forgot… to mention it”
In and out, the hybrid painstakingly slowly pumps his fingers inside your velvety walls as you try to talk normally
He flattens his palm against your clit, and your hips buck against his touch, which you quickly try to pass off as shifting in your seat
“Hm, that’s alright,” the proxy hums, then tilts his head curiously. “Is it because you weren’t feeling well? You look kind of… off”
Jack stiffens as the man reaches out to press his hand against your cheek
It’s just to check if you’re feverish, the logical part of him knows that, but the irrational part of him despises that he’s just laid a finger on you
A warning growl emanates out of his chest—low enough that it seems to slip Hoodie’s attention, but loud enough that you seem to notice it
You’re his—what’s not to fucking understand?
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just… ah, j-just didn’t sleep too well—“
Something like a choked moan evades you again, and you have to pretend to cough to avoid suspicion
Jack grinds his hand against your clit, and your whole body reacts to his touch
“S’alright,” the demon hums, and he briefly wonders if Hoodie notices the unusually husky timber of his voice when he does, “she might have the flu, but I’m checking up on it. She should be fine, nothing serious”
You squirm, and he teases at your sweet spot again, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing right where you need it most
You can’t look Hoodie in the eyes as your thighs start trembling
Your hand looks unsteady as you bring the coffee to your lips, but you manage to drink it down without spilling anything
The proxy glances between you and Jack, and Jack wonders if he’s caught on yet
Either way, if he has, he doesn’t show it
“Well, alright, I hope you feel better soon. Let me know when you want to train next time”
You nod, humming to hide another whimper as Jack’s fingers don’t relent
And then finally, finally, Hoodie leaves
As soon as he’s out of earshot, Jack crams his fingers into your inviting heat in a slew of rough thrusts
You gasp, almost moaning out very loudly before you manage to cover your mouth to muffle it
It doesn’t take long for you to cum around his digits
And god, you’re breath-taking as you do so
Your back arches, body tensing as your teeth bite down hard into your lips to prevent a scream from escaping
How he wishes those were his teeth biting into you instead
And just like that first time he made you cum, he can’t seem to bring himself to stop
It’s only when you’re shaking from the overstimulation, only when you reach out to pull his hand away, that he finally relents
His fingers are dripping with your arousal
He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist bringing them up to his mouth to taste you off his digits
And fuck, you taste just as good as you did the first time
You’re panting, chest heaving, a perfectly unfocused look in your eyes
He wants to pick you up, take you to the nearest bedroom and fuck you stupid
Friends, fuck-buddies, potential partners—he doesn’t know where the two of you stand
But at this point, labels don’t matter, he thinks, not really, anyways
He’s not letting anything come between the two of you
You're his