Jack Spicer x Reader - Stuck Like Glue

The Old and the New

He had been gone for a month, something I was used to by now, and yet I missed him so dearly whenever he was away. He returned not a moment ago and was just unpacking so I decided to leave him be to get over the jetlag. As I sat alone in Jack's office I began to take notice of the things he had collected over the years. His collection of Shen Gon Wu, little trinkets from his favourite ventures and some of our own memorabilia. It wasn't unlike him to be sentimental so it surprised me everytime something new appeared on that shelf.

"There's my girl." I felt Jack's hands wrap around my waist and I turned around to see him smirking into my neck. "I need a favour."

"And what do you need Jack?" I chuckled as he began to kiss my exposed neck.

He ran his hands along my thighs and bit down softly on my collarbone. "I need to fuck you."

I chuckled and got up, turning around to admire his attire. He had been dressing ever so formally since taking over both of our parent's businesses, it was almost crazy how much his appearance had changed. His hair was slicked back, his suits were immaculate, he had even switched out his goggles for a pair of shades that now adorned his breast pocket, but beneath his outward changes, he was still the same Jack.

"What about Oliver and Charlotte?" I asked, looking back to the office door to check it was closed.

"It's fine, I made sure they were occupied." His breath tickled my neck as he left soft kisses to my jaw. "I need relief honey, and right now I want to bend you over his desk and fuck the shit out of you."

I smiled dearly and turned to face him. I ran my hands over his chest and wrapped them around his neck to pull him close. "Better make it quick then, Spicer."

He lifted me up into his arms, arms that had gotten a lot stronger and bigger since we were kids, and pulled me in for a sensual kiss while slowly lifting my skirt up and around my waist. I moaned as he bit down on my collarbone and left a visible mark; he hadn't been this needy in a while. The pace increased rapidly as he growled lowly and unbuckled his belt. 

"Jack..." I moaned, cupping his face and staring directly into his lust ridden eyes. "Fuck taking our clothes off, I need you too."

I blushed deeply as I watched a familiar erotic smirk grace his lips. I flipped his beast switch and he dropped his trousers to the floor and placed me on my feet. "Remove your underwear." Oh, the commands still made me weak. I did as I was told and held them up to him. He took them and inhaled them deeply before turning me around and holding my waist in a death grip. "Good girl, now let daddy bend you over the desk and fuck you senseless."

"Anything for you, daddy." I bent forward, pressing my ass to his throbbing cock, and gave him a cheeky smile over my shoulder.

"Oh, shit..." I heard him audibly swallow. "Fuck. I've missed you so much." He didn't even stop to check if I was ready before sliding his dick all the way in. "I promise not to leave for so long again. And if I do I'm bringing your slutty ass with me."

"Jack..." I moaned rather loudly as he spanked me gently. "Why are you being so gentle? Didn't you say you wanted to fuck the shit out of me?" I teased, backing up into his cock like a filthy bitch.

He was about to make me pay for that until- "Daddy!!" We both jolted upright as the door handle began to rattle. Jack pulled up his trousers and I pulled my skirt down, taking my underwear from Jack and putting them in the desk drawer.

"Yes, Charlotte?" I smiled as our daughter came running into the room with our son, Oliver, in tow. 

Charlotte was six years old and had the wildest and curliest red hair in the world. She had my eyes and facial structure, but the rest she inherited from her father. She had a strange addiction to wearing black like her daddy and so she inherited his signature goggles. Oliver, on the other hand, had the facial structure, eyes and hair of Jack, but he was shy and timid like me. He was stilling growing into his own so I couldn't pass down anything of mine yet, but I was anxious to see how he would turn out.

"Oliver said he's hungry and I can't reach the apples." She sighed, looking like she had climbed the kitchen cabinets in her attempts to retrieve the said apple.

"He's not the only one," Jack whispered in my ear as I tried my best to keep my composure. "Come on, let's get you that apple, then daddy can get back to his meal too." Jack picked up Oliver and took him into the kitchen.

I clicked my tongue at my husband and picked Charlotte up and carried her into the kitchen too.  "What did daddy mean by his food?" Charlotte pondered.

"I made your father some food so he could take a break from work, but he keeps getting interrupted." I ticked her sides and she squealed in hysterics. "Now why aren't you doing that homework of yours?" I asked as I placed her down at the table.

"It's hard! I hate maths!" Charlotte exclaimed as she faceplanted her book. "Even Josh says he finds it hard too and he's a genius!"

"And who is Josh?" Jack asked, a little anger in his voice.

"Josh Whitiker." I smiled. "He's Charlotte's friend from school. They were paired up together for maths and science while you were away. He's a very smart kid." I patted my husband's shoulder and he growled a little and gave me the I-hate-this-kid-already look.

"Well, I guess I will have to ask the school about changing this pairing." He finished cutting up the apple and put all the pieces on a plate for Oliver and joined us at the table. 

"Daddy!! I don't like him! He's just my friend!" Charlotte became a beacon for red as she hid her face in her hands.

"That's exactly what your mother said when she hung around with me." He chuckled and pulled her maths book to him. "Now, let's see if daddy can teach you the maths in a more simple way. I was the best mathematician at my school when I was your age."

"Wow, daddy! Teach me! Teach me!" Charlotte giggled, clinging to his arm.

"Teach me! Teach me!" Oliver mimicked and I chuckled, getting a basic reading book and placing him on my lap.

"Okay young man, I'll teach you animals. How about that?" Oliver cheered and we sat and taught them all day until it was nearly four in the afternoon.

It was never peaceful in the Spicer household. Not at all. But, despite the noise and lack of sleep, it never failed to keep me on my toes. I loved everything about my life; I had the most wonderful job, the happiest mindset, and the most lavish lifestyle. Yet all those wonderful things could not compare to the love I had for my family. I loved them more than anything in the world.