Work Text:
You knew Jareth had a rough day when he walked into your shared room. His face was scrunched up in that sour way that told you he was in a foul mood. And the moment his sharp eyes landed on you, sitting in the massive bed in a pretty blue slip, freshly out the bath, hair still damp.. You knew you were in for it.
"So beautiful.." Jareth pants out, watching his cock move in and out of your slick, aching pussy. So pretty, how you gripped onto him with each pass, as if trying to pull him right back in with each glide out. You were so fucked out. Hair a mess from him tugging on it, face flushed as the most pathetic little noises slipped passed your lips. You don't know how long you two have been going at it.. Probably hours now.. All you know was that he just wouldn't stop.
But how could he?? With the way your hips rolled to meet his thrusts, and the sight of you all sprawled out and wanting beneath him. Your body was trembling as he picked up pace again, a ragged moan escaping you.
"Mm.. You can come one more time for me? Yeah?" Jareth purred, moving one of your legs to rest on his shoulder as he sat back on his hatches. Your breath hitched, looking up at him with glossed over eyes. He was so beautiful.. Hauntingly so. His long, choppy hair sliding down his shoulders and chest, sticking to his sweat slick skin that glistened in the candle light. If it wasn't for the burning ache in your gut, you would have probably came again from the sight of him alone.
"No.. no, its t'much" You protested, the words slurred and whimpering when he didn't stop. You attempted to press your palm to his taunt abdomen, to push him away- But he simply tsked.
He gently grabbed your hand, pinning it next to your head as he blanketed himself over your trembling form, "Come on.. You can do it, m'love.. You wanted this.. Practically begged for it, darling." He teased, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek and then another to just under your ear. His free hand slid up from your hip, coming to grip your throat, giving it a slight squeeze, "Come or I'll have to force it our of you.." The purr made a shiver go down your spine and heat straight down to your cunt, that he was still abusing with his unwavering tempo.
"i-i can't.." Your voice wavered, tears pricking your eyes as overstimulation started to set in. He shushed you, kissing you tears before licking them from your cheeks
"Shh.. It's alright my dear, you're doing so so good... Just one more time. I know you can do it.." He encouraged, his hand going from your throat down your sternum, past your taunt stomach, to the apex of your thighs. He rubbed your swollen clit, making your hips jolt and a cry escape you.
"jareth- J-Jareth-" You chanted his name, biting at your bottom lip as you felt that all too familiar feeling building it up inside you. The pleasure was white hot, having you withering and sobbing beneath his skilled movements. He continued to coo at you, telling you how good you were being for him as he continued his assault on your pussy.
It only took a few more well timed chants of his hips and rubs to your clit, and you were crying out his name for the umpteenth time, back arching off the silk sheets and eyes rolling back into your skull. Jareth grunted, feeling your walls clench around his achingly hard cock, no longer able to hold back any longer. With a moan, he slammed his hips to your one last time, hips shuddering and grinding as he filled you up.
After a moment, the two of your slumped against each other, Jareth's face buried in the crook of your neck as the two of you tried to regain your breath. He pressed open mouthed kisses to your throat, tasting the salt of your skin.
As the minutes ticked by, he lifted his head, looking down at you with concerned eyes "..Are you alright?" He asked, voice rough.
You simply nodded, and he did the same, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.
Slowly, almost reverently, he moved from you, slipping on of your well used pussy with a grunt. He left the bed, taking his warmth with him. You shuddered, wrapping you arms around yourself to fight the chill.
When he came back, he has a wash cloth in his hand. He gently settled beside you before wiping away the sticky mess between your trembling thighs. He wiped once, folding the rag, and then wiped away the mess of your inner thighs. Once he was finished, he tossed the now dirty cloth aside, moving to lay on the plush bed.
Jareth grabbed your waist, tugging you to lay against his lean frame, tucking you head beneath his chin. You snuggled against him, the both of you sighing contently. No words were spoken between you. Not any sweet nothings, or questions of concern. There was no need for them.
Slowly, the two of your fell asleep in each other's embrace, drifting into a dreamless slumber.