We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

“God.” I whispered.

It was the next morning and Jack had informed me that this was my day. And so what was the first thing I wanted to do?

Sex.

I moaned and let my nails trail down his back as his hot breath fanned out over my face.

“S-Sir I need.” I stammered.

A part of me wanted to call him by his name, but we were back to being rough and I didn’t want to risk it.

“You need me to fuck you? You need me to pound you into the mattress so hard you can’t remember your own name?” He asked.
“Yes.” I replied breathlessly.

He smirked at me with a glint in his eye before setting a ruthless pace causing a scream to erupt from my chest.


Several short minutes later, I was cuddled up to him, drawing shapes on his chest.

“Jack?”
“Hmm?”
“Why’d you use lube?” I asked.
“Because it’s easier on you.” He replied.
“Then why haven’t we used it before?” I asked, he got on top of me, looking me dead in the eye when he said,
“Because spit is so much dirtier. It’s rushed and hurried because we can’t wait one more fucking second to get at each other so we’ll just use whatever is around. Because I crave how you feel, all warm and tight and I know you crave me. I know you long to be filled to the brim and then a little more so that you’re overflowing.”

And yeah.

That definitely provoked more sex.

“So what do you want to do?” Jack asked, lathering soap onto my shoulders.
“Hmm I don’t know. I want to see something.” I replied, closing my eyes.
“Yeah? What?” He asked as his hands went down my back, still innocent.
“Something…Big.” I answered, completely unaware to how dirty that sounded until Jack brought his lips to my ear.
“I can think of something.” He whispered, nibbling on my earlobe.

I bit my lip, internally laughing as I was about to have sex for the third time that day and it wasn’t even eleven.

“Yeah?” I asked, turning around to face him.

His soapy hands traveled past my lower back and squeezed my ass.

“Oh yeah.” He smirked.
“Show me.” I whispered.

He smirked and crashed our lips together, bringing his hands to my waist and pushing me against the wall, the cold tiles making me gasp. I moaned into his mouth and he grabbed my already hardening dick and pumped slowly.

“Sir, we’ve already done this twice. Just fucking get to it.” I said.

He chuckled and trailed his hand up past my stomach, chest, and eventually clasped around my neck.

“You asked for it.” He growled before he pulled forward, prying me off the wall and flipping me around quickly before shoving me back onto it, knocking the wind out of me but damn was I having fun.
“Like you said before, I’ve done this twice. I’m over foreplay.” He said, lubing himself with the soap.
“G-good.” I stammered.

Suddenly out of no where, he slammed into me.

“Okay baby we’ve done this your way, now it’s my turn. You aren’t coming till I say so. Now I realize that this is your day and all, but let’s face it. You love it when I take you like this don’t you?”

My only response was my shuddering breath as he brushed that spot inside.

“Don’t you?” He repeated, slapping my ass causing me to gasp.
“F-fuck ye-yes.” I groaned, pushing back against him.
“You love being my little whore. My personal slut.” He snarled, “And I love that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. All strung out, grinding back because you’re just so desperate for any kind of action at all.”

I whimpered and threw my head back so it rested on his shoulder.

“S-sir ple-ease.” I gasped, my chest heaving in anticipation.
“Do you want me to fuck you Alex? What if I don’t? What if I leave you here? Will you find someone else to fuck your little hole? Will you find someone else to make you feel amazing?You’d better answer me.”
“Shit, no.” I whispered.
“And why is that lex? Tell me. I want to hear you say it.” He purred.
“Bec-cause I’m yo-yours.”
“That’s fucking right.” He emphasized the last word with a harsh thrust which caused me to cry out. “Because you’re mine. Because you’re mine to fuck. No one else gets to see you like this. Mine.” He snarled.
“Please” I whimpered.
“Who do you belong to? Who gets to fuck you?” He asked.
“You, just you, only you. Please Sir, I’m yours, just please fuck me.” I begged.
“Mine.” He whispered once more before thrusting fast and hard into me, making my screams and cries echo off the walls.

His mouth sloppily attacked my neck, working purple and red stains into my skin. My nails scraped down the tile wall and my teeth smashed on my lip so hard I think it was bleeding. My breaths were shakier than my knees which trembled so much I didn’t think I’d be able to stand on my own. Jack realized this so he pressed his body against mine to hold me up and continued to nail into me, causing shameful whimpers to continue to fill our ears.

“God Alex you should see yourself. You’re such a slut. Such a whore. It’s no wonder you’re begging me to fuck you, you practically live off sex.” He sneered.
“Go-d yes.” I whispered, choking out the words.

The energy in my abdomen grew and my head got light. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand when I came.

“Sirrrrr I cannnmm’t st-stand.” I stuttered, struggling to get the words out through my moans.
“I’ve got you babe, I’ve got you.” He hummed and I felt him press closer.
“Sir-” I squeaked right before my breath left my lungs screaming for oxygen and my body convulsed, making my knees give out but Jack had me and he didn’t let me fall.

I felt myself slowly float back to consciousness and realized that Jack was supporting my entire bodyweight. I took a few breaths before I stood up on my own.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” He said, kissing my neck chastely.
The energy flooded back into me when I heard this.
“FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT CHRISTMAS!” I screamed making him laugh.
“Well to be fair, it’s not something we demons really celebrate.”
“JACK,” I lowered my voice only for the next three words, “I’m an angel! I’M SUPPOSED TO BE ALL ABOUT THAT SHIT!”

Now Jack was full blown laughing.

“ISN’T IT LIKE MY LIFE’S PURPOSE TO BE ALL HYPE ABOUT MOTHER FUCKING CHRISTMAS?” I asked, still yelling.
“Would you shut up?” Jack chuckled.
“I’m sorry!” I laughed too, “But that’s like my one true job though!”
“You can be hype about Christmas all you want, hun.” He grinned, kissing the top of my head.

After getting out, I moved over to the window. I could myself always looking out of it, it’s view fascinated me. Something caught my eye that I hadn’t seen before and I squinted, trying to make it out. It was green but I still couldn’t quite tell what it was.

“Hey Jack?” I called.
“Hm?” He responded moving over.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing at the thing.
“That right there is the statue of liberty.” He replied.
“What’s that?”
“It was built as an icon of freedom in America.”
“Well that’s ironic.” I mumbled.
“It’s still open, you can go right up to her crown.”
“Can we?” I asked, despite the irony of demons manning something that represents freedom for the humans, I still wanted to go.
“Anything you want.” He smiled.

The drive there was uneventful, just us cuddled up in the backseat however what came after was not uneventful at all. There was a huge elevator that went from the ground, up.

“It’s okay Lex.” Jack whispered.

I swallowed as we stepped in. The fact that it was obviously very old didn’t help.

I whimpered and huddled into Jack’s chest once we started moving. He brought his arms around me and shushed soothingly in my ear, earning him strange looks from the other people around with their slaves sitting on the floor.

The trip probably only took a few minutes but it felt like hours. My heart was beating so loudly I could hear it, my hands were sweaty, and it was all I could do to not hyperventilate. The elevator creaked, causing my arms around Jack to tighten, and we stopped.

“It stopped, we can get off now.” He hummed.

I nodded very slightly and leaned back, stumbling. Jack took my hand reassuringly and lead me over to the stairs. I swallowed thickly, wondering how I was going to make it up these considering the fact that I could barely stand.

“I’ve got you babe.” He murmured, taking my arm.

Between him and the railing, almost no weight was put on my legs so we were able to get up the stairs without much trouble. Jack took my hand again and lead me over to one of the openings in the crown one of the gaps in the crown. I actually stopped breathing as I looked out. We were up so high, I’d never been this high before even while flying but I loved it. I could see the city from across the water and feel the wind fly through the crown, lightly brushing my hair away from my face.

“Wow.” I whispered.

I felt Jack move to hug me from behind and smile against my neck. I don’t know how long we stood there, me studying the picture but eventually I looked back up at Jack and whispered,

“Thank you.”

Notes

title cred: Edge Of Tonight - Twenty One Pilots

Okay so tomorrow i'll be traveling and I'll be gone for 10 days so i'll leave you with this happy chapter. Not the biggest fan of the way I wrote the whole statue of liberty thing but i feel like all the smut redeems it so anyway yeah! See y'all in 10 days!!

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