A collection of one-shots featuring various Pedro Pascal characters. Including: Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Pike, Dave York, Javi Gutierrez, Oberyn Martell, Jack "Whiskey" Daniels, and Max Phillips. Most contain expl...
summary: Reunion sex with Jack leads to a discovery.
rating: Explicit (18+! Unprotected p in v, creampie, biting, Jack being cute)
word count: 451
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Your thighs were burning, big hands on your bare ass helping you move up and down the thick cock stretching you open and filling you over and over again as you moved in Jack's lap. Your hands were on his shoulders for leverage, his mouth on yours, his tongue sliding against your own, swallowing each other's moans.
He'd just gotten home from a mission that had him gone for two weeks. The moment he walked through the front door, you were in his arms, kissing him hard, clothes had been shed quickly, and you'd ended up on the closest piece of furniture, which happened to be the armchair.
The pleasurable push and pull had your muscles pulling taut, feeling yourself right on the edge, so worked up from having him back.
"Touch yourself, darlin'," his words were muffled against your lips. "Not gonna last much longer." He broke the kiss in order to breathe, his chin resting on your shoulder, hearing him grunting in your ear.
You did as he said, snaking a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit, your face in the crook of his neck, as you circled your sensitive bundle of nerves, while Jack used his strength to bounce you on him, his cock rubbing against all the right spots, spurring you on. It didn't take much, a little more pressure with your finger, and you were gone, falling over the edge and coming so hard your teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder with a moan. Jack followed, pulling you down flush against him, spearing into you as far as possible with a deep, rumbling groan that vibrated in his chest, feeling the warmth as he filled you with his release.
You were both breathing hard as you came down from your highs, your mouth kissing the skin in front of your face, your hands rubbing into his sweat-soaked hair, Jack's head nestled against yours, his arms hugging you against him.
"Did you just bite me?" He panted.
"Sorry," you apologized, kissing your teeth marks on his skin.
"Don't be sorry, honey bee." He moved to look at you, his forehead glistening, a beaming smile under his perfectly trimmed mustache making his dimple appear. "I was ready and rarin' to go before I even got here, but the bite had me comin' faster than a sneeze through a screen door."
You snorted, smiling.
"So, you're into biting...?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I guess I am—learned somethin' new about myself. Now, how about we move this party to the bedroom? I'd like to take my time and worship you like the goddess you are."
"Of course, baby," you said, kissing him. "I missed you," you murmured against his lips.
