Request: can i request a gilinsky smut? where he like gets jealous at a party bc he sees you dancing with sammy or something and then he takes you to his car, and pleasures you to make sure you know how good only he can make you feel and shit. does that make any sense? hahah , ilysm i’m glad you’re feeling better :)
"Wanna Dance?" You looked up half expecting to see some random guy that you had never even met before standing in front of you, but your eyes met with Sammy’s.
"You think that’s smart?" You knew your boyfriend Jack was already here somewhere, although you hadn’t seen him in a couple hours, you knew he didn’t just leave.
"It’s just a dance, y/n." the words echoing through your head, "Sure, Sammy. Why not?" You finished your drink, tossing the empty cup into the trash can on the way to the dance floor.
Sammy’s hands gripped your hips, turning your back wards his chest, your hips swinging to the music that was blasting through the club. Sam’s hands moving your hips in a pace that he liked.
"What the fuck is this?" Jack’s voice filling your ears, causing you to jerk your head toward’s the sound, "Were just dancing, Jack." Sammy backed away, his hands in the air.
"It was just a dance, Jack." Sammy tried to reason with Jack but by the way Jack’s jaw was clenched, you could tell it wasn’t working well for him. "Were leaving." Jack’s hand wrapped around your wrist puling you towards the door, as you stumbled trying to stay upright in your heels.
"What the fuck was that?" Jack’s words cutting like a knife in the cool night air, "A dance, Jack. Nothing more." You pulled your wrist from Jack’s tight grip, stumbling to open your door to the car.
You slid into the seat, your legs pulling on the leather seat, “Nope, baby girl. Backseat.” Jack’s eyes clouded over with lust, your pulled your body over the center console, kicking your heels off into the floor board, laying your back against the cool leather seats.
Jack’s body hovering over you, “I’m going to show you just whos girl you are.” Jack’s hands roamed your body before cupping your heat, a gasp coming out of your mouth. Jack’s mouth attached to your collar bone, quickly finding your sweet spot.
Your hips rolling into Jack’s touch as he yanked your panties down, his hands moving to the hem of your dress, yanking it up around your waist. His thumb rubbing tight figure eights around your clit. Profanities falling from your lips as his pace quickened.
"Who makes you feel this good princess." You tried to form words, the sentence not able to fall out of your mouth, Jack suddenly slamming two fingers inside of you, curling in all the right spots.
"JAACK." Your hands gripping tightly to the seats as your high neared, "Jack i’m going to cum." Your words were shaky as Jack removed his fingers, "I"m going to show you who makes you feel this good."
Your eyes met Jack’s as he slid his pants down his legs, letting his erection free from the confines of his pants as he lined up with your entrance, “No one can make you feel like I can.”
Jack buried himself deep inside of you, not giving your a moment to adjust before slinging one leg over his shoulder continuing his fast pounding. “JACKK.” Your screamed echoing in the car, “Who makes you feel this good, baby girl?” Jack’s teeth gritted as you rolled your hips against his trusts.
"YOU DO JACK!" you walls were starting to clench around him, "does Sammy make you feel this good?" Jack’s hand moved to your clit, rubbing small figure eights on it. "No, Jack. Only you."
Your walls clenched around him, your high taking over your body as your shook under Jack. You nails digging down his back as he continued to thrust into you. The profanities spilling from both of your mouths as Jack met his own high.
The warm liquid filling your core, Jack pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. His body collapsing on you, “I love you, Jack.” your words were muffled as you tried to regain your composer. “I love you, too, y/n.”