The Kink Diaries 2/?
Title: The Kink Diaries
Rating: R
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
POV: Third, Jack-centric.
Summary: "You know what this means, don't you?"
Warning: Weird and not so weird kinks, noodles, brightly colored naughty things, Disney princesses
Chapter Warning: Spanking
Disclaimer: You wish.
Author Notes: Okay, so this wasn't supposed to be the second chapter because I wanted to switch the pairings up more, but I just had to post this chapter, thanks to Bridjit ;)
Dedications: americanaffair, who has the most amazing ideas ever.
One
At first all he lets out is a tiny, barely audible groan. The first blow is never much. Jack isn't sure if it's because his ass is so used to this form of punishment or because it's almost as though Alex's hand fits perfectly against his ass cheek by now.
Two
He knows he deserves it, and that makes him love it even more. Alex had been gone for three days for a family function, leaving Jack with nothing but his right hand. And honestly, how many times can one person jack off without getting bored of the same ol' thing? So he'd snuck into Alex's room, gone to the drawer which Alex had on multiple occasions told him he was forbidden to enter, and grabbed a sleek, purple vibrator. A vibrator that Jack had been told was only to be used on him by Alex.
And when Alex returned home he found Jack with his legs spread wide, one hand wrapped around his dick and the other shoving the vibrator up inside him.
Three
Four
Alex had acted calm at first, of course. Kicked off his shoes, hung up his hoodie, went and got himself a cup of coffee. Leaving Jack there to finish out his orgasm, coming with a shudder and a load moan. Panting, Jack had watched Alex come back into the room, swiftly leaning down beside him.
"You know what this means, don't you?"
"Y-yes..."
Without even blinking Alex had yanked the vibrator out of Jack, sat down on the couch, and bent the younger man over his knees, palm at the ready.
Five
Jack finally lets out a moan, feeling his hardness digging into the threadbare couch cushions through the small space between Alex's legs. The all too familiar sting has finally started to sink in. Alex always leaves a few seconds between blows, letting Jack truly feel it, and knowing it leaves a better mark that way. Alex's way of marking Jack as his own.
This is my hand. This is your punishment. You are my submissive.
Six
Seven
Jack bites his lip hard, trying his best not to come just yet. He knows Alex doesn't like him to come until his hand print is like a tattoo on Jack's ass, shining scarlet, a mark that obviously says You are mine.
Alex smiles down at Jack. He can't see his boyfriend's face from this position, but he knows those big cocoa eyes are just begging for this. Jack is the perfect little slave, and Alex knows all too well. Jack lets out another long moan.
Eight
"My little slut. You love it."
Alex's hand connects even harder than the last blow, and he appreciates the redness of the mark he's leaving behind. Jack won't sit properly for a good five days or so. For good measure, he trails the hand on the arm pinning his boyfriend to his knees down Jack's chest, tweaking a nipple and eliciting another loud moan from Jack's lips.
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Jack can feel the pre-come leaking onto the cushions, knows that every time Alex's hand connects with his round, perfect ass that he gets closer and closer to orgasm. But he keeps biting his lip, keeps letting his stomach clench up to keep it from happening. Alex isn't ready yet.
And he's right. Alex isn't completely satisfied yet. The mark could be a just a little more pronounced, the outline of the hand just a bit more clear. He wants the message known to anyone who should happen to see Jack naked.
I have a master. I am his possession.
Thirteen
This blow comes harder than all the rest, and Jack knows it's alright now. He comes hard, his mouth letting loose an unintelligible string of moaning and curses and Alex's name, the evidence of his orgasm staining the cushions as well as the leg of Alex's jeans.
Alex smiles, pushing sweaty hair off Jack's forehead and planting a kiss there.
"Lucky thirteen..."
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A few hours later, Alex is laying on their bed, watching Jack as he admires the handprint on his ass in the mirror, smiling.
"What do you think?"
"I think you should go out of town more often."
Rating: R
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
POV: Third, Jack-centric.
Summary: "You know what this means, don't you?"
Warning: Weird and not so weird kinks, noodles, brightly colored naughty things, Disney princesses
Chapter Warning: Spanking
Disclaimer: You wish.
Author Notes: Okay, so this wasn't supposed to be the second chapter because I wanted to switch the pairings up more, but I just had to post this chapter, thanks to Bridjit ;)
Dedications: americanaffair, who has the most amazing ideas ever.
One
At first all he lets out is a tiny, barely audible groan. The first blow is never much. Jack isn't sure if it's because his ass is so used to this form of punishment or because it's almost as though Alex's hand fits perfectly against his ass cheek by now.
Two
He knows he deserves it, and that makes him love it even more. Alex had been gone for three days for a family function, leaving Jack with nothing but his right hand. And honestly, how many times can one person jack off without getting bored of the same ol' thing? So he'd snuck into Alex's room, gone to the drawer which Alex had on multiple occasions told him he was forbidden to enter, and grabbed a sleek, purple vibrator. A vibrator that Jack had been told was only to be used on him by Alex.
And when Alex returned home he found Jack with his legs spread wide, one hand wrapped around his dick and the other shoving the vibrator up inside him.
Three
Four
Alex had acted calm at first, of course. Kicked off his shoes, hung up his hoodie, went and got himself a cup of coffee. Leaving Jack there to finish out his orgasm, coming with a shudder and a load moan. Panting, Jack had watched Alex come back into the room, swiftly leaning down beside him.
"You know what this means, don't you?"
"Y-yes..."
Without even blinking Alex had yanked the vibrator out of Jack, sat down on the couch, and bent the younger man over his knees, palm at the ready.
Five
Jack finally lets out a moan, feeling his hardness digging into the threadbare couch cushions through the small space between Alex's legs. The all too familiar sting has finally started to sink in. Alex always leaves a few seconds between blows, letting Jack truly feel it, and knowing it leaves a better mark that way. Alex's way of marking Jack as his own.
This is my hand. This is your punishment. You are my submissive.
Six
Seven
Jack bites his lip hard, trying his best not to come just yet. He knows Alex doesn't like him to come until his hand print is like a tattoo on Jack's ass, shining scarlet, a mark that obviously says You are mine.
Alex smiles down at Jack. He can't see his boyfriend's face from this position, but he knows those big cocoa eyes are just begging for this. Jack is the perfect little slave, and Alex knows all too well. Jack lets out another long moan.
Eight
"My little slut. You love it."
Alex's hand connects even harder than the last blow, and he appreciates the redness of the mark he's leaving behind. Jack won't sit properly for a good five days or so. For good measure, he trails the hand on the arm pinning his boyfriend to his knees down Jack's chest, tweaking a nipple and eliciting another loud moan from Jack's lips.
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Jack can feel the pre-come leaking onto the cushions, knows that every time Alex's hand connects with his round, perfect ass that he gets closer and closer to orgasm. But he keeps biting his lip, keeps letting his stomach clench up to keep it from happening. Alex isn't ready yet.
And he's right. Alex isn't completely satisfied yet. The mark could be a just a little more pronounced, the outline of the hand just a bit more clear. He wants the message known to anyone who should happen to see Jack naked.
I have a master. I am his possession.
Thirteen
This blow comes harder than all the rest, and Jack knows it's alright now. He comes hard, his mouth letting loose an unintelligible string of moaning and curses and Alex's name, the evidence of his orgasm staining the cushions as well as the leg of Alex's jeans.
Alex smiles, pushing sweaty hair off Jack's forehead and planting a kiss there.
"Lucky thirteen..."
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A few hours later, Alex is laying on their bed, watching Jack as he admires the handprint on his ass in the mirror, smiling.
"What do you think?"
"I think you should go out of town more often."