Top Yourself (Jack White x Reader smut)

Top Yourself

Jack was weirdly quiet today, and to be honest it was freaking me out a little. Usually, he is nitpicking everything I do, onstage or off, if not that then he is always making conversation with someone on the bus. But today he is quietly sitting in his normal seat, with the same book he's been trying to read throughout the whole tour, and sunglasses inside to top it all off. Which isn't uncommon with jack and typically isn't bad news, but today it radiated off different energy. He was cranky over god knows what and was trying to hide it, though his seemingly unending scowl was a dead giveaway. The perfect time to fuck with him as always.

"Hey sunglasses, seems you didn't get the memo." I put my bass down and leaned back into the small couch.
He didn't look up or say anything, just let out a small huff of annoyance, so I continued.
"They used to say if you make a face for long enough it'll stick. I never believed them, but with all the time you spend making that face I have to assume it's stuck."

HE huffed again, still not looking away from his book. "Fuck off, Y/N. Not right now."

I chuckled and quickly responded, "Ooh the town elder speaks. I thought us youngsters had to be respected by the elderly or was it the other way around?"
I got up from my spot and sat across from him in the small booth across from the couch. When I sat down I read the title of the book, finally learning it after all this time. I chuckled again and said,
"It seems that every dad reads World War 2 books any chance they get. It's like they read it specifically for the moment when someone asks about some obscure happening. Or is the only way we can get into the great beyond is by knowing everything that ever happened during those few years, and only dads know the key."
I snatched the book out of his hand and blankly read over the pages, mainly just trying to get any reaction out of him I could.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled "Jesus christ, Its likes having a child on this bus 24/7."

I closed the book and stuck it next to me, and more importantly out of the reach of jack.
"You didn't answer me. Is the second world war the only chance I'm getting into heaven or are you in the secret dad group for weird world war 2 facts?"

He ignored me, "Can you just make this easy today and give it back? I don't feel like dealing with your childish antics."

He stuck his hand out like I was just going to give it back. I'm too annoying to do that.

"First off you're only 13 years my senior so how childish can I really be?" He just huffed and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms, keeping his cold presence.

"Secondly, I'll make it easy since you seem so..." I waved my hand referencing his stoic frame
"Crotchety."

He didn't budge, but I swear I saw his eyes roll. I was also not going to make this easy, obviously.

"Alright Ill bite what is it, Y/N?"

I smiled and leaned into the table. Letting my already lowcut shirt fall even lower, very purposefully showing off my cleavage. We'd been teasing each other so much over this tour I had to fit as much as I could into the little time we had left. I saw his eyes flicker down to my chest.

"What were you going to say after that show in San Antonio the other night, and don't lie we both know you know what I'm talking about."
I wasn't even going to try and hide my smirk. I had no idea if he was going to actually answer, especially over some random ass history book.

Over the past few months, we'd been teasing each other. Sure with thrown around insults and tiffs, but we both know we've been saying or doing stuff to make the other flustered. But the more we did it the less we hid it. Hell, the amount of times id "accidentally" backed into him while bent over backing up some gear was countless. Same goes with the number of times he'd practically backed me into a wall during our arguments, both of us fuming and almost eye level with each other, each time he gets so close I can practically feel his breath on my face. Though we'd barely touched, excusing all the accidental run-ins the only time it was normal was the handshake we shared when wed met. Ever since that it's been nonstop teasing. Back in Texas, we'd found ourselves bickering over I don't even remember what after a show. I do remember him backing me into a wall. You know as usual. This time he was hopped up on adrenaline and his pupils were blown out. Our faces were practically touching, his heavy breath fanning across my face. He leaned in to whisper something in my ear, but before he could get it out one of his band members walked into the room. As fast as it happened he was gone and I was left hot and heavy, alone in the room.