Imagine punk Jack and you at his room and you guys were in the living room watching Twisted. It was quite and you felt your boob itching. You sighed and began to secretly itch it hoping he wouldn't notice.
You groaned in pain because it was so itchy and Jack noticed you struggling. He began to laugh as you became more irritated.
"What's wrong baby?" He smiled kissing your shoulder blade.
"My boobs itchy!" You whined. He began to laugh so much and you became annoyed and started scratching it again.
As you were scratching it you accidentally moaned. Punk Jack stopped laughing and stared at you.
"I don't want you to pleasure yourself, only I can pleasure you." He growled. You rolled your eyes and began to scratch your boob.
"Here, let me help." He smirked. He took your shirt and unclasped your bra.
He took your boobs that were itchy and began to suck on them.
"Does it still hurt baby." He mumbled onto your boobs. You nodded and pressed his face harder.
"Jack! suck on them!" You moaned. He began to suck on them like a lolly.
"Baby tell me if they still itch." He said sucking onto them lightly.
"Jack can you please suck on them harder." You moaned.
"Baby, I swear to you if I suck it harder I might not stop." He said sucking the nipple a bit harder.
You began to tug onto his hair and he moaned and you began to take of his sweats as he began to rock your hips back and forth with his.
"Jack, I need you." You panted.
"Not today baby." That's all he said before he stopped sucking your nipple.
"What the?" Before you could finish the sentence he left and ran to his car.
You were pissed he didn't finish but you soon got a text.
From; Jack <3
Hey baby, don't pleasure yourself to much tonight (;
That mother fucking tease.
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Sorry it sucks but oh well
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