#including that one au as well GAH theres so much

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13? ,:D

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13. Quarantined together AU.

~ JACK HORNER X READER ~

~ QUARANTINED TOGETHER. ~

~ CONTENT WARNING : SMUT. ~

~ SMUT INCLUDES : DEGRADTION, DUB-CON AT FIRST, HAIR-PULLING, FACEFUCKING, BLOWJOB, ETC. ~

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( THERES PLATONIC ONES AND THEN ROMANTIC ONES SINCE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT EXACTLY TO DO :3c )

PLATONIC.

Oh god, you wondered how this happened.

The town had been reported to have some kind of virus, it was almost like the flu but it was worse. Reports practically pinging all radios could be accessed. Any newspapers that could produce the latest news on it, any and everything they could get to.

But, hey.

You were stuck with your boss, you had been helping him move around his home. But, on the radio that resided upon his kitchen counter, blared a scratchy voice that let it was almost hard to differentiate between what he was saying. But, it let you know, with the loud blaring siren at the very start, that you had to quarantine. Only to leave to collect things that you needed. Whoever you were stuck with, you had to stay there. For safety.

You turned your head towards him, as you watched his nose scrunch with disgust at the very idea. But, like a moment of realization, his eyes widened and his head suddenly snapped towards you.

You?

His WORKER?

GAH. How stupid.

He hissed towards you, as his slapped a hand to his forehead. His eyes closing with irritation as he sighed out. He waved his other hand, signaling you to go get your belongings. But, you sighed, and nodded. It was going to be a long.. However long it was going to be. You couldn't tell.

Of course, you were able to slip away, to get in one of his carriages. Of course, he let you. You promised on your life it wouldn't get hurt along the way. Or, you would pay the consequences.

Well.

It took a lootttt of convincing for him to let you take a carriage to pick up your belongings.

You brought them back, sitting in the comfy seats of the inside of the carriage. It was adorned with red cushions, the wooden parts coated a luxurious dark lavender with some colored garnish. You felt special, but you didn't do much of anything. You made sure it stayed safe.

You returned back, as you easily slipped inside. Going back and forth to bring in some.bags of stuff you brought.

You didn't dare ask if he'd like to go to your place.

He wasn't going to go there. He preferred his home.

It was already a long day,

Running around, bringing him things, like some maid.

Hell, you even cooked him a large dinner. God damn! It was a struggle, but you did it. Some rich fancy food, you didn't care to read the name, you only made it with the recipe you read in some kind of fancy cookbook. Meh, food was food, he was sure to like it. You worked too hard for him to dislike it anyway.

He liked it, luckily. You put hard work into making sure it was perfect for him.

Soon, it was time for bed. You could hear the shower water splash against the walls of his large shower, everything must've been custom made for him to even dare fit inside. Some steam exited from below his bathroom door, as you rolled your eyes. You walked to your guest bedroom, finally leaving his room after having to grab him some things before he got in. You stood infront of the sink, picking up the guest toothbrush, fresh and hidden under the cardboard that encased it. You pulled and tore open the packaging, as you held it up. The bristles fresh, the grip on it wasn't too bad. You turned on the sink, as some water gushed out of the faucet. However, you picked up the toothpaste. Boring.. everything was like home.

But now you were stuck here with him.

At first, he's really... Still himself. Still angry, still stern, still sophisticated.

However.

Throughout the days, as hours passed, soon turning to days, soon turning to weeks, soon to months.

You and him got more comfy.

Becoming best friends.

At first, he never even dared let you see him informal other than for bed, but even that was somewhat formal.

But now? He laid around in his pajamas through the house, his stern and scary demeanor diminishing into one of a simple boy around the house.

Of course, you still did stuff for him,

But hey, now, you two found things to do. He always had some new idea or atleast you did.

Board games, personal talks, figuring out how to make a paper doll, figuring out who the sexiest outlaw was ( he said himself. ), eating random combinations of food ( he never did. But he knew you'd atleast try. )

Months to months, you guys grew more comfy.

Once the quarantine was lifted, the friendship never stopped.

Quarantine was truly life-changing, huh?

ROMANTIC.

As you sweeped around the house, the radio clicked on. He had been sitting on his sofa, that sank beneath his large size, but his head turned to the radio. You both listened.

The radio crackled and popped, not a very good one. His face contorted into anger, as he heard how bad his radio was, mumbling about a new one right away.

But, there wasn't no new one right away.

Quarantine?

Some virus? Like the flu, yet worse, way worse ?

You guys were forced to be in all day no matter what? Aaahh!!

The radio soon clicked back to some music, but he stood up and approached the rusty old thing, as the tip of his index finger pushed the power off button. Your eyes looked up to his face, as you adored the face you loved so much.

His head turned, his eyes locking with yours, as he shook his head. He couldn't believe it, stuck inside?

For how long?

What would you guys do?

I mean, that wasn't hard.

But no work? No nothing? Just there? All day?

This is gonna be insanity. Huh.

The day went by, rather slow as you guys sat and talked, but bedroom rolled around.

A night routine, you took a shower, then he did, he brushed his teeth with you, spitting out the foam that formed when the toothpaste was used the way it was intended. Your simple bed routine,

You cuddled him once he fell asleep, you knew he wouldn't let you before hand, that was him. A harsh man, but atleast he was somewhat nicer to you than to others.

Seconds clicked rapidly to minutes.

Minutes clicked briskly to hours.

Hours clicked draggingly to days.

Days clicked leisurely to weeks.

Weeks clicked tediously to months.

The more and more time went on, the more bored you got. He was starting to get bored too, nothing to do, it already felt like you guys did everything.

I mean,

You played board games, you talked, you invited some people over to play some games like truth or dare ( You shouldn't have, yes, but you won that tough bicker about that. ), even such as spin the bottle, you two figured out how to make crafts, tried new recipes, tried those recipes, a lot of his ideas was to do with his baking, seeing how much you two could do. .

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Boredom turned to more.

You were honestly surprised he wasn't getting handsy on the first few days,

But, he was worried about his business. But, they kept it running...

...

They being the poor bakers forced to be working in, practically, hazmat gear.

But, on this fateful day, he was handsy.

You washed a few dishes, ones you had eaten lunch off of only a few hours ago, you must've not been paying much mind, you had clicked the radio on to listen to some music.

He approached behind you, his hands snaking towards you. His arms wrapped around your waist, as you squeaked with surprise, as you almost dropped the sponge. You let out a sigh, as you giggled. He loomed over you, his large belly pressed against you.

You told him not to scare you again, but he only let out a hum. You could suddenly feel something hidden by the velvet fabric that hugged his legs, his sweatpants strings definitely wasn't it. It was large. You knew what it was, it pressed into you, onto your back.

You felt yourself heat up, oh my god, now?

He put his head on your shoulder, right beside your ear, as his hot breath made you shiver, even though his mouth wasn't near your ear.

"What are you doing?" You asked, not even more in actual concern, but just to see if he'd answer you without some kind of cocky response. Of course, you should've known better.

His hands seemed to travel up and down your body, practically feeling at every hidden bump and curve that hid beneath your clothes.

"... Just taking in every last bit of you, sweetie pie."

Oh, how husky his voice was, he knew what he was doing, he knew everything he did to you. His clothed erection pushed more into you, as you purred out, your head leaning back against him.

"Jack... Don't say it like that." You cooed, as you could feel the smirk tinge his lips like some kind of tint.

He knew you liked it.

Oh, how he loved to treat you like this. Ohhh, he loved it so much. You were like a toy within his hands, nothing more than a fleshlight to him when he was ready for what he wanted. You were melting like putty in his hands, yet he hadn't done anything. He was using that very power he had used on some many others upon you.

He licked his teeth, his tongue quickly darting out to wet his lips, as he pushed them upon your neck . He gave a slight suckle upon the bare, soft, skin. And you couldn't help but let out a little sated sigh, closing your eyes in joy and now, heat built up in thay lower region.

Was he nice?

Nah.

He sucked. Hard. You let out a harsh yelp, your eyes shooting open, your hands had long let go of the dishes, and long ago you had dried them. Your arm shot up, your hand suddenly reaching into his hair. Your fingers intertwined within the lilac locs that was cut so precisely. You knew that would leave a mark.

He stopped sucking after just a moment, his lips pulling away from your soft skin, now adorned with a beautiful hickey, speckles of yellow already starting to form upon the poor, poor, bruise that would be in your neck for a while.

Of course.

He went to the other side, doing it once more. This time, you expected it. Of course, you couldn't help but let out a shriek, but atleast it wasn't as bad. Your hand that had been intertwined within his locs had let go, the other arm doing what it's friend had.

Oh, how he enjoyed those sounds.

He rubbed his erection against your back, as he pulled away from your neck, another purple bruise adorned the beautiful skin there. He forced you to rock forward, practically grinding against nothing. But a velvet thigh went between your legs, pulling them apart with a hurting force. As he rubbed his erection you, it made you rock to and fro against his thigh, your clothed areas practically melting at the seems with need.

You shivered. He knew what he was doing, as he breathed heavily, right down your neck. Pools of drool threatened to escape from between his lips, but he grabbed you.

He tossed you over his shoulder, almost like you were just a sack of potatoes. And he made his way to you twos room. You could feel yourself heat up. More. And more.

He set you on the floor, your head against the foot board of the bed, which adorned a crown up upon the top. The bed was a canopy, one adorned with a sheer curtains, that rippled with a pie, pie tin, pie slice, and even a bakers rolling pin design.

He wasn't nice when he set you down either, he practically slammed you against the floor, like you were a toy.

To him? You were.

You gazed up at him, as he loomed over you, a sneer crossing his lips at you.

"Go on," He urged, as your confusion only grew, only to raise a brow to let him know you were confused, but he furrowed his brows, "Don't LOOK AT ME STUPIDLY." He snapped his jaws at you, as you gasped in surprise.

"You KNOW what to do." He urged, before it clicked in your head. Oh..

He wants you to slip his pants and boxers off...

Oh. The lust that fogged your brain at the thought of his big erection..

Of course. You did it. You hooked two hands upon the waistband of the comfy pants, as you tugged them down in a teasing manner, maintaining eye contact with him. You knew he loved it.

Oh and he did. He ushered you to take off his boxers. To view the thing that was practically used to.. Use you.

You hooked your index fingers on the waistband of the boxers, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. You couldn't help but bit it. Soon. You tugged them down...

It freed infront of your face, right infront of you, oh my god it drove you crazy. How perfectly formed it entirely was, how his pubes were a faint lilac. Oh god. It drove you mad. And how it already seeped with precum..

But, he didn't wait.

"Open." He demanded, as a smug smirk had plastered against his face, contorting his face into one of confidence, yet it still was so sinister.

You knew your place.

You stuck your tongue out. Your mouth pulling open to reveal the very cavity he was going to ruin.

His face flushed even more, as he put a hand above you, as he held onto the footboards umber wood.

He adjusted, as he pushed the tip into your mouth, your lips perfectly wrapping around it. His cock twitched, need, desire. He used his other hand, soon placing it upon the top of your head.

He pushed in more...

But it wasn't long.

"Mmm-- Fuck-- Let's see if you can handle it still."

Oh shi--

He forced more into your mouth, as your eyes suddenly flooded with tears. Your throat practically closed on him. As you choked him back out, sputtering spit onto yourself and even his cock.

He let out a huff, his brows furrowing.

"Come on! You can do better than that!"

He snarled, as he suddenly forced the tip back into your mouth.

You braced yourself, your hand reaching up and holding onto his thigh, while the other tried to grip onto the floor, yet no matter how hard it tried too, there was nothing to pull.

He forced himself all the way in, as he let out an animalistic grunt, bottoming out upon you. Your throat contorted, making it bulge out just a bit.

"Fuuuuuckkkk.." He moaned out, as he pulled back out. Only to the very tip, before he shoved himself back in.

And he began.

A repeated process, as he enjoyed the way you cried beneath him. His dick was tearing your throat from the inside out. His hand intertwined in your hair, as it clamped down, holding you in place. As though your head against the wood wasn't keep you still anyway.

"Fuckkyeahh-- Ohgod-- You know your fucking place, huh?" He grunted out, as he rocked himself against your poor face. You had to find some way to turn your gag reflex off for him. But god it was so hard to breathe on his dick.

You could feel the prominent vein. Just slightly. It was so hard to focus while he used your mouth. His head swung back, as some drool dripped from his bottom lip. Lilac pubes were forced into your face every time he rocked himself into you, like a wild beast. They smelt like lavender, you knew that was his favorite.

"You're mine, mm- In EVERY way, you go-- Fuuuckkitfeelsgood~-- You got that?"

You hummed in answer, you couldn't even speak. Your underwear getting soaked by your own fluids. Yet, the lust fogged your brain like a fool.

Oh, those hums. Those vibrations. The vibrations against his erection awakened that urge for more...

But, he pulled himself out, as he easily let go of that footboards wood, his hand wrapping around his erection that dripped in your saliva. He stroked himself, in long, aching strokes.

You didn't have a moment to think. Only gasping for air.

He let go of your hair, as he snatched you up and tossed you upon that bed, that was much larger than a king.

And to think you had just made the bed that morning.

A mess of everything.

Touching, feeling, kneading, aching, begging ,

His cock rammed into you, touching every corner of that precious hole that belonged to him. Only him.

His sweat trickling down his face, his hair sticking to that face above you.

"Fuuuckk.. You're so tight- So fucking ready for me-- Mmm.. Holyshitgoddamn-- Huh? You fucking whore? This is what you wanted?"

Oh god. Every aching moment, you were desperate.

Your brain fogged, you barely remembered anything that happened, other than tiny moments that were engraved into your brain.

He held you in his hand, your belly facing the floor as he stood up. The sheets fallen off the bed, a blanket even stuck around his leg, one even stuck on yours. He forced you upon his dick, using you like an actual fleshlight.

"Take it. Take-- Mm-- Take every last-- Fucking INCH, BITCH--"

Oh, how mean he got when he got close.

His movements jittery, his pace quickening, desperately chasing that orgasm he felt.

You felt it rise, as you screamed and cried his name, begging him to keep going, not to stop, he could tell where you were. His pace only quickening, he wanted you to cum.

"H-- Hold it--" He sputtered, animalistically,

Oh he wanted you to wait..

And oh, you could remember how that tidal wave washed over you, like a madman. You convulsed, your legs had desperately tried to close upon him, but you couldn't close up. Not one bit. Not while he used you like the sextoy you were. Oh, you remember how well it ended.

He pulled himself out, after just a few more moments of fucking your tight hole. He dropped you onto the floor, your legs hitting the oak boards with a thud. He used that same hand that held you, using his index and his thumb to force you to look up.

He stroked his cock. Quickly, not wanting to miss the orgasm, he chased. His cock twitched infront of you, as near the tip grew redder, slowly increasing in color more and more as his orgasm rised.

It was building.

"Look- Fuckin-- Look-- Yeahholyfuckingshit-- DON'T STOP LOOKING, YOU FUCKIN-- SLUT-" He sputtered, as he yelled at you.

He was beginning to bottom out, as drool dripped from his bottom lip. Your eyes flooded with tears from the harsh way he had used your body.

Yet it was worth everything.

He was sweating, as his hair stuck to his face.

He bottomed out.

Oh, how warm it was, as he let out a roar of pleasure. How it splattered upon your face, as you quickly closed your eyes so it wouldn't get in them.

Oh. You could only remember those little parts.

But, you now stood in the shower. You washed up, despite your legs wishing to cave in beneath you. He only washed himself up, occasionally checking if you were okay.

Boredom rained like a hellfire, but you guys took every chance to explore every kink you could, every little thing you could.

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( REGULAR STORYLINE CONTINUATION. )

You guys laid upon the couch one evening. Your head laid upon his belly, but he didn't pay too much attention. He had an arm around you, like a protective hold. He listened to the radio, but you listened to him.

...

Huh?

Your head lifted up as his head snapped towards the radio.

...

It was over?

Quarantine was done?

You both looked to eachother...

You sheepishly flashed a smile as he rubbed your arm with the one that held you by his side.

He started to adore you even more in public. Something seemed to have happened to him over the course of those days inside.

Maybe it wasn't being in public. But you loved how much more he bragged and showed you off. He always did, but he seemed to adore you more.

You guys opened up so much more.

He was vulnerable.

Even infrontnof you, he wasn't.

But, oh..

You two were inseparable.

As though you guys weren't before. But it was... Sweeter.

Wow...

I suppose being stuck together for so long brings you closer together.

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gahHHH BITES HAND OFF!! This was fun to write. Sorry some of it is rushed!!

Ngl I included smut because it made me think of when everyone was in quarantine there was some boom of 🎺🦵

PLEASE ENJOY I wrote quite a bit of this while at my after-school club :)!!