Omaha Squad Smuts

Jack Gilinsky: Closure

-Your POV-
"You like that, baby?," Jack said as he continued to rub my clit with the pad of his rough thumb. "Fuck," I moaned in response. He was hovering over my small frame as we laid in bed. My breathing started getting heavy and my legs were shaking. "Come for me, princess," Jack encouraged as he pumped two of his long fingers in and out of my dripping core. "Baby, I'm cumming," I practically screamed at the top of my lungs as my orgasm washed over me. Sparks were exploding throughout my body and my vision was blurry. Jack kept pumping his fingers in and out of me to make my orgasm last. After my legs ceased their shaking, Jack pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. "You ready for a ride, babe?," Jack asked before laying down on the bed with his hands folded behind his head. He pulled his white tshirt off and revealed his upper body. I nodded as I climbed on top of him and aligned his cock with my sensitive entrance. I lowered myself and winced at his size. I looked at him and started bouncing slowly. He shut his eyes and grabbed my hips roughly. I braced myself for what was about to come and put the palms of my hands flat on his toned torso. His grip became tighter as he guided my hips up and down at an insane speed to meet his fast thrusts. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, along with our moans. "Jack... Jack... Fuck, I can't take it," I moaned so loud, I'm certain our neighbors could hear. He opened his eyes and I was shocked at how dark they were. He kept slamming into me and soon my second orgasm of the night took over my body. My vision went blurry again as my walls tightened around Jack's cock. "God damn", he growled as his hot liquids shot into my pussy. He thrusted a few more times sloppily before removing me from on top of him. I laid next to him for a second before going to the bathroom to clean myself up. I was walking out as I heard Jack's phone buzz. I picked the phone up and saw a text message from someone named "Samantha". The message read, "Hey, Gilinsky. I had a lot of fun last Friday. Hope you were satisfied! Come see me again!" I nearly collapsed as I read the message. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes as I walked towards Jack. I threw the phone at him and he had confusion written all over his face. He read the message and furrowed his eyebrows. "What?", he questioned. My eyes widened and I grabbed a backpack. After packing a few things, I left the room, still silently sobbing. Jack was putting clothes on and questioning why I was packing and leaving. "I can explain this, y/n. I swear it's not what you think, babe." I honestly don't know how I even got to my sister's apartment. My vision was so bad, because of the tears that clouded my eyes. I remember crying for days and those days turned into weeks. I had been so depressed and living at my sister's wasn't helping at all.
-Four Months Later-
Seeing him for the first time since we broke up had me feeling all sorts of ways. I felt hate, regret, sadness, and excitement all at once. The overwhelming emotions took over my body and I had to sit down. "Are you alright?," my current boyfriend asked me. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied with a shaky voice as I looked up and saw Jack waving at me. I struggled to pick my hand up and wave. Oh my God, why is he walkinng up to me? My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my sunken chest. And I couldn't help but slap a smile across my red face as soon as I him speak, "Y/n! Long time no see. What's going on? How are you?" His voice was music to my ears, I couldn't believe I was hearing it again. He looked so fucking good. I was practically undressing him with my eyes. "Hey, who's this, babe?," my boyfriend politely questioned. My smile disappeared, "This is an old friend... Jack, meet Martin... Martin, meet Jack." "Nice to meet you, bud," Jack smiled and shook his hand. "Can you give us a minute, hun? I'll be out in a few minutes," I whispered to my boyfriend, prompting him to wait in the car. Martin grabbed his coffee and waved goodbye to Jack. "So... Him?," Jack asked. I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, him. Unfortunately." "Oh," he sighed, "So what happened to us?" I put my head down to hide the tears forming at the brim of my eyes. I shrugged my shoulders while stirring my coffee. He grabbed my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze, reassuring mostly. I looked up at him, the tears spilling over. "You know, y/n, if you would've let me explain that night... we would still be together." "I'm sorry, G. I really am. I don't know why I fucking leapt to conclusions," I wiped a single tear off of my cheek. I stared into his eyes, reminiscing on that night. Jesus, the sex was remarkable. I'd give anything to go back. "Want to go to my place?," he suggested, raising an eyebrow. "I can't... I would, but... I just can't," my face dropped with uneasiness. "I didn't do well after you left, y/n. I just recently pulled myself together, for Johnson's sake. But, seriously, I had formed a bad habit of drinking heavily 24/7. I miss you, so, so much, y/n." My heart was crumbling into a million pieces. What was I supposed to say to him? Was I supposed to dump this guy who helped me through the breakup and had been nothing but nice to me? Was I supposed to fuck Gilinsky and go back to my boyfriend? Within an instant, Jack had vanished and single napkin laid in front of me. The napkin read, "Call me," with his number scribbled on it. I shoved the napkin in my jacket and headed to my boyfriend's car. "Hey, babe," I said as I climbed into the car. I buckled my seatbelt and turned to see a glum look on Martin's face. Completely confused, I asked, "What's wrong? Is everything ok?" "I know you still love him, y/n," he didn't even look up at me. I sighed, not knowing what to do. We sat in a long silence before he spoke up, "All I want is for you to be happy, whether that's with me... or someone else." "Ok," I choked, gently wiping my tears.
-Next Day-
"Who is it?" I heard Jack say while opening his front door. "Hey, Jack," I smiled and lifted my head a bit. "H-hey, y/n. What a pleasant surprise!" "We broke up," I sobbed while throwing myself in his strong, warm arms. He rubbed my back in a circular motion. "It'll be ok, y/n... I promise."