She's Baaaaack (Jack/Liz, plus Claire) - 7 Deadly Sins, Wrath
Title: She's Baaaaack
Author: grenyarnia
Challenge: 7_deadly_sins_
Fandom/Pairing: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz (plus Claire)
Prompt: #3, Wrath
Word Count: ~1550
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through "The One With the Cast of Nigh Court"
Summary: In honor of michellek 's birthday and fic suggestion: The return of Claire.
A/N: And I clearly had the image of the Baldwin from the It's Complicated trailer in my head when I wrote this. (Thanks again to
sterling_cooper for making the screen cap.)
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
“Happy Birthday, Jack.”
Those were the first words out of Claire’s mouth when he answered the door.
And then she punched him in the face.
Hard. So hard his jaw quickly began to swell. He came around the corner, to the throngs of guests at his apartment for his 51st birthday, desperately searching for Liz. She saw him first, instantly jumped to her feet and rushed to his side.
“Jesus, Jack. What happened to your -”
He cut her off with a firm grasp on her forearm, and a terrified look in his eyes.
He did exactly as Claire instructed, nay demanded, and immediately went to the master bedroom with Liz in tow.
He didn’t have much choice.
Claire had found out the date of his real birthday, the address of his new apartment, the identity of his new fiancée; showed up and threatened to make a scene like no other if he didn’t do exactly what she said.
When he and Liz entered, she was in nothing but her panties, laid out on their bed with a short leather whip in her hand.
Until that day, he’d never raised his hand to a woman. But when Claire ordered him to get on the bed and fuck her senseless while his “goody two-shoes girlfriend” watched so she could “maybe learn a thing or two and stop being such a stuck-up, little prude,” his hand instantly clenched into a fist, and was ready to strike.
Menacingly holding up the whip, she infuriated him further when she threatened to come after Liz with it if he didn’t do what she wanted.
Liz cowered behind him, almost shaking with fear, holding back his arms, knowing his rage was close to boiling over. “No, Jack. Just do what she wants. She’s dangerous.”
Claire ordered Liz to take off his tuxedo jacket and pants. She finished the rest of the job herself, popping most of the buttons off his shirt when she ripped it open. She undid his bow tie so she could choke him with it and force her tongue into his mouth. He was pushed back on the bed and Claire’s evil little hands yanked down his black boxer briefs. She tugged roughly on his cock, intermittently taunted Liz with vicious insults as she licked and sucked on it.
But he couldn’t get hard. He was seething with anger, his wrath about to be unleashed.
Luckily (for Claire), he was let in on the little charade just in time.
“See, Liz. He can’t even get it up. I told you this wouldn’t work!”
“Oh, it’s my fault! It’s a little hard to get a boner when you’re threatening me, Claire! I never said that was okay!”
“Jesus Christ, Liz. What the hell is wrong with you?! Did you really think I was going to hit you?!”
“I don’t know what your crazy ass is gonna do!”
And then Jack was forced to break them apart, to keep them from clawing at each other.
It took him at least 15 minutes to process exactly what the hell was happening. That it was a setup, that Liz and Claire had planned the whole thing, that the semi-violent S&M (mostly S) preamble was supposed to soften into an erotic three-way.
And once everything sunk in, instead of anger and wrath, he was overcome with arousal and lust.
Which led to this real life version of the wickedly hot fantasy Claire first suggested some two years prior.
Now, it still seems like a dream. A wet dream too good to be true.
But it isn’t a dream. It’s all really happening.
He’s really taking off Liz’s dress and underwear as fast as he can, kissing her like his life depended on it. Kissing her like he’s madly in love with her, which he is. Like he’s awed by her surprise, which he also is. Like he wants to pleasure her until she passes out from exhaustion, which is his intention.
Claire does not suddenly become any less bossy, but at least her demands no longer come with threats of unwanted violence.
First, Claire wants to go down on Liz, which Liz surprisingly allows. And even more surprisingly, thoroughly enjoys.
Jack keeps kissing her while Claire goes to work. She moans into his mouth, holds onto him tightly until she arches off the bed and pushes her hips hard against Claire’s mouth. She gasps at the top of her lungs when she comes and the sound itself is enough to almost make him come in turn.
Then Claire wants to sit on his face while he fucks Liz. She plays director and sort of manhandles everyone around until they’re positioned the way she wants. She has Jack lie down and bring Liz over into his lap, then grabs his stiff erection and guides it into Liz’s entrance.
Her dirty mouth never stops. She whispers bawdy filth to Liz, asking her if it feels good, if she wants him to go faster, deeper; pestering her until she groans affirmations.
Claire straddles Jack’s face backwards, so she’s facing Liz. She lustfully kisses Liz, gropes her breasts as she grinds against his tongue and fingers, coming twice in quick succession.
Claire rolls onto the mattress next to them, fighting to get her breath back. Without asking, Jack flips Liz over, moving her to the bottom. Claire grabs her whip and playfully snaps it against his back.
“Hey, I didn’t tell you to chance positions, Jack.” She laughs a little maniacally, hits him a little harder. “Yeah, you like getting hit during sex. Don’t you, Jack?” she taunts. “I remember.”
She looks down at Liz and cracks the whip much harder across his flesh. “Yes, I remember how much you liked it when I hit you...and bit you...and cut you with my nails. Back when you couldn’t stop fucking me, not Liz.”
Jack’s head snaps back, his protective instincts revved up and he glares at Claire, making it quite clear that she needs to stop.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Claire mumbles, changing her tone. “I want to watch you fuck Liz up against the wall. Hard, Jack. As hard as you can.”
He kisses Liz passionately before picking her up. She holds onto him, keeps kissing him as he carries her to the side of the room. Her arms and legs are wrapped around him, his hands gripping onto the back of her thighs. He steadies himself before launching into a powerful rhythm. Soon, Claire’s breasts and hardened nipples are pressing through his shirt into his back, her hands and tongue roaming everywhere.
Claire sneaks between them enough to gently bite on Liz’s nipples. Then she slides one hand down Liz’s stomach, lower and lower until she reaches the apex of her sex. Liz’s eyes are squeezed shut, her head rolls from side to side against the wall and she moans deeply. Claire’s fingers brush over her clit for the first time, and she gasps sharply in response.
Claire falls to her knees, watches intimately as Jack’s cock strokes in and out of Liz. She cups and caresses Liz’s ass and his groin. She searches again for Liz’s clit, doesn’t remove her fingers from the engorged tissue until Liz is nearly screaming and coming hard around him.
Claire keeps touching Liz, drawing out her climax as long as possible. Liz’s steady flow of arousal picks up, oozing out onto his cock and Claire’s already slick fingers. She puts them in her mouth, remarks again how good Liz tastes.
Her other hand fondles the underside of his cock and testicles, drawing deep moans from the back of his throat. His hips move faster as his climax approaches.
Claire looks up at him, smiling like a vixen. “You're going to come, aren't you, Jack? Not yet. Not unless I get to taste you, too.”
She impatiently tries to separate them, keeps nudging Jack’s leg until he sets Liz carefully back down on the ground. Claire slides into Liz’s place in a flash, takes sole possession of his erection. She wraps her fingers around it, licks it clean before taking it in her mouth. She strokes him with one hand, sucks hungrily on his cock until he can’t hold back any longer. He pushes his hands into the wall, throws his head back, and comes in Claire’s mouth with a shuddering groan.
He collapses next to Liz on the floor, lying flat on his back with his head in her lap. She covers them with a blanket and plays with his hair as he cools down.
“What, that’s it? You’re done? You don’t want to go again?” Claire asks angrily. “It’s barely 11:00!”
He doesn’t move, just stares at her and reaches for Liz’s hand. “Claire, why don’t you go back to the party and leave us alone for awhile.”
“Fine,” she snaps back. She quickly puts her dress on, shoves her bra and underwear in her purse and storms out. “I’m sure there’s plenty of other men at this party who would appreciate my company.”
Jack locks the door immediately after Claire leaves, lifts Liz up into his arms and carries her into the bathroom. A relaxing bubble bath with his best friend and bride-to-be is how he chooses to spend the remainder of his birthday.
END
Author: grenyarnia
Challenge: 7_deadly_sins_
Fandom/Pairing: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz (plus Claire)
Prompt: #3, Wrath
Word Count: ~1550
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through "The One With the Cast of Nigh Court"
Summary: In honor of michellek 's birthday and fic suggestion: The return of Claire.
A/N: And I clearly had the image of the Baldwin from the It's Complicated trailer in my head when I wrote this. (Thanks again to
sterling_cooper for making the screen cap.)
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
“Happy Birthday, Jack.”
Those were the first words out of Claire’s mouth when he answered the door.
And then she punched him in the face.
Hard. So hard his jaw quickly began to swell. He came around the corner, to the throngs of guests at his apartment for his 51st birthday, desperately searching for Liz. She saw him first, instantly jumped to her feet and rushed to his side.
“Jesus, Jack. What happened to your -”
He cut her off with a firm grasp on her forearm, and a terrified look in his eyes.
He did exactly as Claire instructed, nay demanded, and immediately went to the master bedroom with Liz in tow.
He didn’t have much choice.
Claire had found out the date of his real birthday, the address of his new apartment, the identity of his new fiancée; showed up and threatened to make a scene like no other if he didn’t do exactly what she said.
When he and Liz entered, she was in nothing but her panties, laid out on their bed with a short leather whip in her hand.
Until that day, he’d never raised his hand to a woman. But when Claire ordered him to get on the bed and fuck her senseless while his “goody two-shoes girlfriend” watched so she could “maybe learn a thing or two and stop being such a stuck-up, little prude,” his hand instantly clenched into a fist, and was ready to strike.
Menacingly holding up the whip, she infuriated him further when she threatened to come after Liz with it if he didn’t do what she wanted.
Liz cowered behind him, almost shaking with fear, holding back his arms, knowing his rage was close to boiling over. “No, Jack. Just do what she wants. She’s dangerous.”
Claire ordered Liz to take off his tuxedo jacket and pants. She finished the rest of the job herself, popping most of the buttons off his shirt when she ripped it open. She undid his bow tie so she could choke him with it and force her tongue into his mouth. He was pushed back on the bed and Claire’s evil little hands yanked down his black boxer briefs. She tugged roughly on his cock, intermittently taunted Liz with vicious insults as she licked and sucked on it.
But he couldn’t get hard. He was seething with anger, his wrath about to be unleashed.
Luckily (for Claire), he was let in on the little charade just in time.
“See, Liz. He can’t even get it up. I told you this wouldn’t work!”
“Oh, it’s my fault! It’s a little hard to get a boner when you’re threatening me, Claire! I never said that was okay!”
“Jesus Christ, Liz. What the hell is wrong with you?! Did you really think I was going to hit you?!”
“I don’t know what your crazy ass is gonna do!”
And then Jack was forced to break them apart, to keep them from clawing at each other.
It took him at least 15 minutes to process exactly what the hell was happening. That it was a setup, that Liz and Claire had planned the whole thing, that the semi-violent S&M (mostly S) preamble was supposed to soften into an erotic three-way.
And once everything sunk in, instead of anger and wrath, he was overcome with arousal and lust.
Which led to this real life version of the wickedly hot fantasy Claire first suggested some two years prior.
Now, it still seems like a dream. A wet dream too good to be true.
But it isn’t a dream. It’s all really happening.
He’s really taking off Liz’s dress and underwear as fast as he can, kissing her like his life depended on it. Kissing her like he’s madly in love with her, which he is. Like he’s awed by her surprise, which he also is. Like he wants to pleasure her until she passes out from exhaustion, which is his intention.
Claire does not suddenly become any less bossy, but at least her demands no longer come with threats of unwanted violence.
First, Claire wants to go down on Liz, which Liz surprisingly allows. And even more surprisingly, thoroughly enjoys.
Jack keeps kissing her while Claire goes to work. She moans into his mouth, holds onto him tightly until she arches off the bed and pushes her hips hard against Claire’s mouth. She gasps at the top of her lungs when she comes and the sound itself is enough to almost make him come in turn.
Then Claire wants to sit on his face while he fucks Liz. She plays director and sort of manhandles everyone around until they’re positioned the way she wants. She has Jack lie down and bring Liz over into his lap, then grabs his stiff erection and guides it into Liz’s entrance.
Her dirty mouth never stops. She whispers bawdy filth to Liz, asking her if it feels good, if she wants him to go faster, deeper; pestering her until she groans affirmations.
Claire straddles Jack’s face backwards, so she’s facing Liz. She lustfully kisses Liz, gropes her breasts as she grinds against his tongue and fingers, coming twice in quick succession.
Claire rolls onto the mattress next to them, fighting to get her breath back. Without asking, Jack flips Liz over, moving her to the bottom. Claire grabs her whip and playfully snaps it against his back.
“Hey, I didn’t tell you to chance positions, Jack.” She laughs a little maniacally, hits him a little harder. “Yeah, you like getting hit during sex. Don’t you, Jack?” she taunts. “I remember.”
She looks down at Liz and cracks the whip much harder across his flesh. “Yes, I remember how much you liked it when I hit you...and bit you...and cut you with my nails. Back when you couldn’t stop fucking me, not Liz.”
Jack’s head snaps back, his protective instincts revved up and he glares at Claire, making it quite clear that she needs to stop.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Claire mumbles, changing her tone. “I want to watch you fuck Liz up against the wall. Hard, Jack. As hard as you can.”
He kisses Liz passionately before picking her up. She holds onto him, keeps kissing him as he carries her to the side of the room. Her arms and legs are wrapped around him, his hands gripping onto the back of her thighs. He steadies himself before launching into a powerful rhythm. Soon, Claire’s breasts and hardened nipples are pressing through his shirt into his back, her hands and tongue roaming everywhere.
Claire sneaks between them enough to gently bite on Liz’s nipples. Then she slides one hand down Liz’s stomach, lower and lower until she reaches the apex of her sex. Liz’s eyes are squeezed shut, her head rolls from side to side against the wall and she moans deeply. Claire’s fingers brush over her clit for the first time, and she gasps sharply in response.
Claire falls to her knees, watches intimately as Jack’s cock strokes in and out of Liz. She cups and caresses Liz’s ass and his groin. She searches again for Liz’s clit, doesn’t remove her fingers from the engorged tissue until Liz is nearly screaming and coming hard around him.
Claire keeps touching Liz, drawing out her climax as long as possible. Liz’s steady flow of arousal picks up, oozing out onto his cock and Claire’s already slick fingers. She puts them in her mouth, remarks again how good Liz tastes.
Her other hand fondles the underside of his cock and testicles, drawing deep moans from the back of his throat. His hips move faster as his climax approaches.
Claire looks up at him, smiling like a vixen. “You're going to come, aren't you, Jack? Not yet. Not unless I get to taste you, too.”
She impatiently tries to separate them, keeps nudging Jack’s leg until he sets Liz carefully back down on the ground. Claire slides into Liz’s place in a flash, takes sole possession of his erection. She wraps her fingers around it, licks it clean before taking it in her mouth. She strokes him with one hand, sucks hungrily on his cock until he can’t hold back any longer. He pushes his hands into the wall, throws his head back, and comes in Claire’s mouth with a shuddering groan.
He collapses next to Liz on the floor, lying flat on his back with his head in her lap. She covers them with a blanket and plays with his hair as he cools down.
“What, that’s it? You’re done? You don’t want to go again?” Claire asks angrily. “It’s barely 11:00!”
He doesn’t move, just stares at her and reaches for Liz’s hand. “Claire, why don’t you go back to the party and leave us alone for awhile.”
“Fine,” she snaps back. She quickly puts her dress on, shoves her bra and underwear in her purse and storms out. “I’m sure there’s plenty of other men at this party who would appreciate my company.”
Jack locks the door immediately after Claire leaves, lifts Liz up into his arms and carries her into the bathroom. A relaxing bubble bath with his best friend and bride-to-be is how he chooses to spend the remainder of his birthday.
END