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deathbyexhile · 9 months

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RETRIUBUTION (part one) — jackson rippner x reader

Summary: Jackson Rippner is back from his failed mission and no one is happy about it. You finally do something about that cocky attitude of his. Contains spoilers for Red Eye (2005). Read the prologue to this series HERE. Pairing: Jackson Rippner x F!Reader , previous hookup Content: smut, dubcon, handcuffs, facesitting, domination, overstimulation Word count: 1918

Of course, you had fucked Jackson Rippner. And it was something he never let me forget, even if it was almost five years ago. We had both just been brought onto the team. You didn't know that he was the charmer...the smooth talker. If you did, then maybe you wouldn't have fallen right into his trap.

He still brought it up of course, whenever we were alone together or if looked particularly stressed he'd say, "Come on baby, let me help you." and "We had fun once, we could do it again."

You always felt his eyes on you, taking in every inch as you entered a room. He was just subtle enough that the other members of your crew didn't notice. If they did, they just thought it was Jackson being Jackson, flirting with every woman he could find. You promised yourself that he would never manipulate you like that again and you'd never find yourself beneath him. That was a lot easier said than done now that you were spending every day with him. He had every opportunity in the world to let his fingertips brush against your skin and bump up against you as he passed by.

You were pacing around your small room on the cargo ship trying to plan your next job, boots echoing as you walked from one end of the room to the other. Jackson was sitting on the edge of your bed, nibbling on his fingernails while he watched you grow increasingly frustraited. He had thrown out twenty ideas that were all as ridiculous as the Keefe plan that got him caught.

Finally, you had enough, you snapped at him. "Shut up Jackson. Just shut the fuck up." He looked a little impressed with his head cocked to the side, but not enough to stop talking. When he opened his mouth to speak, you crossed the room and slapped him. The sharp sound echoed against the metal walls. It felt so good to do that. You had been waiting so long. Your eyes narrrowed, you were in charge now and there was no going back now.

Jackson moved to stand up but you pushed him back down. He let out a confused huff. Before he could react any more your straddled his lap and pinned his hands about his head. "I said shut up." He furrowed his brows in confusion. You thought he would have learned by now that girls can fight. "Stop talking about rocket launchers, blackmail, and girls. Your big ideas and cock have gotten us into enough trouble."

"Why are you talking about my cock?" his sour voice rang in my ears, "is it because you know it's big."

You laugh and grind your hips into his lap, "Funny. It doesn't feel big." You tease him some more until you can feel him straining against his pants. It doesn't take long. You whisper in his ear, "I wouldn't touch your dick even if you begged me."

You drop his wrists and pull on his long hair. He's been able to shave since we got here but with no barber aboard, he lets his hair grow long. The prettiest little moan escapes Jackson's pouting lips. He closes his eyes and you feel his cock throb. Interesting.

You change direction to grind up and down his length. He keeps his eyes closed but his hands move to yout hips. He's trying to take control. "Stop it," you grab his wrists and pin them to his side. "I'm in charge here. Open your eyes and look at me." he obeys. "Good boy," you coo and begin to grind on him again. His breath is heavy and a few times he tries to close his eyes. You say his name and he opens them right up again. "You can be so good, yet you cause so much trouble. I think you need to be pushed for failure in Miami. Don't you?" You reach back to play with the underside of his cock as you grind on top of him.

"Please stop," he whines and tries to push me off. "You're going to make me cum in my pants."

"Oh?" you laugh, and he looks up at you with a red hot face. This was a look on him. "Could I make you cum right now? Could I ruin your pants?"

"Yes, you could," he admits and his body writes beneath me. He looks so different from the Jackson that I'm used to seeing.

"I have to admit, it's intoxicating watching your ego melt away like this. Do you want me to take your pants off to help make you cum?" He nods his head quickly. So eager.

"Okay, but we're playing this by my rules." You lean over, open your bedside table, and pull out a pair of handcuffs.

Surprisingly, he puts up no fight as you cuff his hands to the metal headboard. The protest comes when you take your shirt and bra off. He tries to reach for your breasts only to be reminded by the sound of metal against that he is cuffed.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, hot air coming out of his nose. You slip out of your pants and underwear, unbutton Jackson’s shirt, and then pull down his pants. Leaving him in his underwear. You tease him through his fabric, rubbing the head of his cock where I see it leaking and forming a wet spot.

"Please, oh god please," he pleads without shame. "Please take out and fuck me."

"Is that what you want?" you mock him. "No."

"What?"

"No. You're going to make me cum first."

You crawl up the bed and straddle his face. You look down at him through your legs. You see his blue eyes looking up at you and you feel powerful. "Time to put that tongue to good use," You smirk and lower yourself onto his face. Jackson moves quickly, he parts your folds with his tongue and searches for your clit. When he finds he flicks and sucks on the sensitive bud. "mmm fuck," you moan. He continues on sucking and flicking until he decides to try something new.

"Ride me" his voice is muffled against your skin. You ease up and he repeats, "Ride my tongue until you cum." He looks so desperate to please and I am more than eager to oblige. You nod and smile. Jackson sticks out his tongue and you lower yourself onto it. You spend the next few minutes humping his face, grinding your clit against his nose, and feeling his tongue explore cunt. After a while, you were worried you'd strangle him but he just kept going and moaning the whole time. You grip his silky brown hair and pick up speed.

“Keep going, Jackson.” You moan. “I’m almost there.” He nods his head and hums against your pussy. His hands grab onto the metal bar he’s cuffed to for extra support.

“mhmmm, Mhmmm” When you cum, you cum hard. Your whole body shakes and your thighs clamp down on either side of his head. As soon as you come down from your high, pull yourself off of him.

You have to admit, Jackson Rippner has never looked more attractive than he does right now. Cuffed to your bed, his hair all tousled, his face, dripping with your cum, and his cock threatening to burst through his boxers. The pre-cum soaked spot has grown twice in size. “So you can be a good boy,” You say as you slink down next to him. He’s quiet, still catching his breath. Your fingers creep down to the elastic band of underwear.

You pull it down and free his cock. It’s long and slender. The head is red and weeping pre-cum. You rub your palm against the head, coating it. Jackson closes his eyes and tries to bury his head in yourneck, but the restraints hold him back.

“Mmm…keep going,” he begs and you comply. You stroke him very slowly. Up…Down...UP…DOWN…UP…DOWN. Your hand runs along his entire length.

“You like that?” You ask and push a few strands of his sweat-slicked hair out of his eyes.

“Yes yes,” he answers quickly. You pick up speed, stroking him faster and focusing on the head. “Wait wait,” he struggles against the cuffs again.

You pull your hand back and glare at him, “What?”

His cocky attitude returns for a moment, “I’m close and I want to cum inside you.”

“No,” You reply without hesitation and stroke him even faster. You focus on the tip and about an inch blows it. His tip reenters yourfist with every pass. Jackson cums in a matter of seconds.

“Oh fuck, baby, fuck,” his face contorts and his hot cum coats your hand. You give him a second to breathe, to enjoy this bliss.

You begin again. You straddle his legs, pinning them down with your body. Yourleft-hand holds his cock steady while your right rubs circles on the sensitive head. You're polishing his tip with his own come.

You give Jackson a taste of his own medicine, smirking down at him as you watch him realize that he just has to take it. For as long as you want to give it he’s going to take it. He was stuck in place bound by your legs and metal cuffs. “Please stop, baby, it’s too much.”

“I’m not your baby.” You callously reply and continue on.

He repeats himself, “Please stop. Please I can’t take it.” His face is growing red and he can barely keep his eyes open. This cocktail of pain and pleasure is too much for him.

“Tell me that you need me and you’re done with your stupid plans.”

“What?” He asks in confused defiance.

“Tell me that you need me and you’re done with your stupid plans. No more rocket launchers or grand ideas.”

“okay okay,” overstimulated tears drip down his face. “I…I need you and I’ll stop with the stupid plan.”

“Good,” you say but you don’t stop. “I just want one more orgasm from you.” Jackson closes his eyes and lets loose a song of ungodly moans and screams until your rip one last orgasm out of him. His spent cock shoots out three bursts of cum and begins to shrink as soon as you let it go.

You get off of him and admire your work. He’s too tired to move or fight against the cuffs. You’ve taken down Jackson Rippner, and reduced him to a pile of tears, sweat, and cum. You look at his scarred body, the body that you helped heal. He might have considered himself a god before, but now he’s mine.

You step into the bathroom and wash the cum off your hands. When you come back, he’s lucid again. You free his hands and set the cuffs down on your bedside table. They click softly as they hit the surface. You climb over him and crawl under the covers. “I’m taking a nap. Join me or get out.” He slides out of bed and you think he’s leaving, so you tell him, “Shut off the lights on your way out.”

Jackson turns off the lights and gets into bed with me. You feel his arm wrap around your waist and pull you close. “Maybe next time I can put it inside you.” you can practically feel his cheeky smirk. I roll your eyes and stay quiet. He chirps up again, “How about a goodnight kiss?”

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