2.1k words- warning!! this is smut mdni. proofread only a little bit so if there's errors im so sorry (I hope there isn't) this is my first time writing smut so I wanted to post this on wattpad before I tried to publish it on tumblr cause that's scary. anywayyyy i hope yall like thisssss!!!
You thought that it was a good idea to tease Jack like this. He never thought that he would see his sweet, obedient girlfriend in a fucking Sweden jersey, and to make matters worse, it was a Bratt jersey. The large fabric draped over your skin and swallowed you whole. There was nothing under the jersey but a pretty scarlet pair of lacy panties.
The door to your shared apartment opens and you don't even notice Jack walking in, your eyes glued to your phone.
"The fuck is this baby? You think you can get away with wearing that?"
He had just gotten home from the Four Nations, you not being able to go due to work, and he was pissed. In the back of his mind, he knew that you were just pulling this little stunt to mess with him. You just wanted to be fucked, not able to take care of yourself while he was gone. Only he could do it. Nobody, nothing could make you come but him. Only he could make you writhe and scream.
"Jus' thought I'd show some love for Jesper, scoring a goal and having assists. He played so good don't you think?"
He hadn't even crossed the threshold of your living room yet, still standing at the front door with his gear and suitcase next to him. Those things were quickly discarded as he stalked towards you, his eyes darkened with every single step.
There was no hiding anymore as Jack reached you. His hands gripped the sides of the yellow jersey, examining it. He let out a low growl at the name plastered on your back. It was supposed to be his name on you, Jesper's name had no fucking right being on your back.
When his hands skimmed down your front, reaching the lowest hem of the jersey he noticed something.
"Only wearing panties under this jersey, huh? You knew that this was going to happen didn't you baby? You knew that I was going to come home and find you in my teammate's jersey so you wore my favorite pair of panties for me." Your breath caught in your throat, he had put the final nail in the coffin with that one.
Jack pushed you down to lay on the couch as he climbed on top of you, his hands gripping your forearms. The jersey pushed slightly up your thighs, so when Jack leaned back he had the perfect view of your soaked cunt.
"Already fuckin' soaked for me and I haven't even done anything yet, naughty girl." The whimper that left your mouth as he said that was almost pornographic. You guys were lucky that Luke wasn't going to be home for a few hours because this would be something he could never unsee.
Jack slowly lifted your (not after this) jersey over your head, teasing you. He knew that you wanted his cock, but because of how you teased him, you were going to wait.
"Jesus Christ, not even wearing a bra? Your tits are just fuckin ready for me baby. Waited so long for this and I know you did too."
There you were in just your panties while Jack was still in his deliciously low gray sweatpants and a crewneck for some hockey brand.
The only sound heard was your heavy breathing as Jack's hands wandered around your body. His fingers left light bruises on your hips as he gawked at your perfect body. The forward left harsh, sloppy kisses on your neck loving and sucking on each of your sweet spots. Moans and whimpers emerged from you as he moved down your neck.
His lips made their way down your chest and he made sure to leave marks on your breasts where only he could see. He knew he owned you, but nobody else needed to know that. Jack prided himself in keeping you private, only he could have you and nobody else deserved to see the way that he took care of you.
