Jack Spicer x Reader - Stuck Like Glue

Without Stopping

"Jack..." I moaned into his shoulder as he sucked gently on my neck.

I'm taking what's already mine...

As those words rattled through my head I could feel myself become the sadistic slut he wanted me to be.

I arched my body into his actions and spread my legs for him to fuck me.

"Well that was easier then I expected." He chuckled, kissing me passionately before lining his cock up to my entrance. However, for all his rough actions towards me, he still hesitated.

"What's wrong?" I asked, watching his face change from smug to concerned.

"Are you really okay with this?" He asked. "Every time I talked about it before you dismissed it. So why now? I'm not pushing you, am I?"

I was stunned. Jack being considerate was something I also was not used to. Yes, it was lovely, and yes I was touched by it, but fuck considerate just this once, I needed horny and dominant Jack back.

"Jack. Fuck me." I demanded. "You have no idea how long I was holding myself back."

"Oh, I do." He edged into me and I arched into his chest. "I've wanted to do this since you came back." He admitted, pushing my hair out of my face and gripping the back of my neck so he could lean his forehead against my own. "I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Jack..." I squeaked as I felt the pain surge through my body. "It hurts."

He pulled away but I held his shoulders in place.

"I thought you said-" he began

"Jack, just touch me first." I smiled.

However, before he could make his move there came a bang at the door.

"Jack, you had better not be doing anything to [Y/N]." I heard his father yell. "Get out here at once, we have a meeting to attend to."

And with that, Jack's expression turned from happy-go-lucky to sour. I watch him get off me with a solemn look and instead of protesting, he simply offered out his hand for me to take.

"I forgot that today is 'that day'." He spoke gravely. "I suppose this will have to wait for another few hours."

I felt like going up and punching Mr Spicer in the nose, and yet something told me that whatever it was that Jack was worried about somehow involved me. So, without hesitation, I took his hand and he lifted up into his arms.

"This meeting is about us." He confessed.

"I knew it." I whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing, keep going." I smiled sweetly and wrapped my hands around his neck.

"It's to discuss our engagement." He said in hushed tones. "Your father arranged the meeting and mine agreed that the betrothal needed to be revised."

"Then what are we waiting for?" I chuckled, quickly pulling my clothes back on. "We should get to the meeting."

"You realise that calling this meeting so close to you turning of age means that both parents no longer see us as a good match." He put his clothes back on too. "Either that or we've done something wrong."

"Jack." I stopped him halfway through his shirt and touched his chest. "If that does happen, I want you to know that I wouldn't object to you asking for my hand." He blinked in surprise and I chuckled. "Now, last one there cleans the basement."

And with that, I grabbed Jack's jacket and took off down the hall. As I ran through the corridors I slipped on his coat, it felt a little different from the one I was wearing before, but by the time I realised I was wearing his daily one I was already at the doors to the meeting room. I heard my parents around the corner so I headed in instead of greeting them. Not only did I not want to talk to them after calling this meeting, but I also didn't want them to see me wearing Jack's coat. However, the spicer family was already inside and was now gaping at my appearance.

"Miss [L/N], is that my son's jacket?" Mr Spicer questioned.

I couldn't bring myself to answer, but thankfully I didn't need to.

"And what if it is?" Jack wrapped his arms around my waist and I jumped slightly. "I guess I'm cleaning the basement." He whispered in my ear.

"When did you catch up?" I whispered back.

"I followed you all the way here, I was only three steps behind the entire time." She smirked, kissing my neck and taking his seat.

I had half a mind to cover my eyes when I saw what he looked like, but I resisted and took my seat opposite him. His red shirt was barely buttoned up, leaving four open from the top, and it wasn't even tucked in. His hair was dishevelled, his belt wasn't done up (but thankfully his zipper was) and his shoes weren't tied.

As I watched my parents walk in, I saw their disapproving gaze land on Jack. I wanted to tell them to fuck off, but I knew if this meeting was to come to an appropriate outcome then I needed to calm myself down.

"Let's get this meeting started shall we?" Said Mrs Spicer.

"Gladly." My father replied. "I'll get straight to the point: I have found a more suitable candidate for marriage for [Y/N], and unless you can give us a better offer then we will be taking her elsewhere."

I looked at them with no expression on my face. Without consulting me? Why? I was old enough to discuss this with them now, why didn't they ask me for my opinion on the matter.

"I see no need to upgrade our agreement." Mr Spicer responded. "Once I retire, Jack gets my business and therefore your daughter too. Why should I make more of an offer than that?"

"Because the Hillsfree family has also given me an upfront offer of six million." My father clasped his hands over a document that was clearly the agreement. "And I'm afraid if you don't agree to more, then you will have to go without."

"My son is already in line for a multimillion dollar business, I believe he will be fine either way." Mr Spicer almost spat.

"Don't I get a say in this?" I too almost spat at my father.

"No." My mother frowned.

"Well, this meeting was a waste of my time, thanks for having me here, but I have more important things to do than squabble over meaningless things." Jack got up and headed for the door whit his hands in his pocket.

I was about to cry when he called this meaningless, but I saw that spark in his eyes: he wasn't even close to being over with this issue.

"Are you not willing to fight for my daughter?" My father smirked. "Well then, I underestimated you, Jack."

I got up and headed over to Jack. I couldn't take this conversation anymore.

"Ah, you see, I don't need to." He hooked my waist and pulled me close. "She already chooses me over you."

"[Y/N]." My father scowled. "Sit back down."

Jack smirked with a sinister glare and I couldn't move. Everything about this was exciting to me, I wanted to kiss him to prove a point, I wanted to straight up leave with him, but more than anything I wanted him to tell everyone who I belonged to.

"She won't, she's mine after all."Jack lowly chuckled.

There it was.

I was so happy I could barely contain my goofily content smile as I rested my head against his chest. I belonged to Jack. That was more than I could have ever asked for.

"She is our daughter." My mother growled.

"And she is my future wife." He held onto me tightly and tilted my head up to face him. "If she'll have me of course."

"No, she won't." My father roared, but I was lost in Jack's eyes.

"Of course I will you big nerd." I wrapped my arms around him and he kissed me slowly, making sure both sets of our parents could see.

"Now if you don't mind." He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. "I have more important matters to do."

"We aren't finished here, Jack." His father announced, clearly angered by Jack's choice.

"You may not be, but we are. Good day, gentlemen." He turned around and opened the door, taking me off to the basement.