Inseparable Pt. 03

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Author’s note: Part 3 is here, and things are heating up between Jack and Killian. Part 4 is just around the corner with lots of juicy encounters to look forward to. Enjoy!

Content warning: This section contains mild themes of non-consent.

PART 3 — Finals Week



All Jack wanted was to see Killian. But he was hesitant. He wasn’t sure he could look at her knowing what she had done with Logan. His fucking step-brother, of all people. Then again, Killian had seen him with Clara. Neither of them was exactly in the right.

He just wanted a taste of what they used to have. When things were normal. Then maybe a taste of something else…maybe. If he was lucky. But first, just a little bit of that easy bliss that they used to have before.

He’d given her space all weekend. He hadn’t texted her at all. He wanted it to be on her terms, but maybe he needed to make some gesture.

J>K: Wanna go to the lake?

K>J: Yes

Holy shit. He didn’t think that was actually going to work. But she said yes. No hesitation.

Killian was sitting on her doorstep when he pulled up. She didn’t exactly smile when she saw him, but she also didn’t look like she wanted to kill him, so that was something at least.

She stood up and walked over to him; Jack did his damnedest not to stare. Killian was wearing a baby pink plaid shirt, tied in a knot around her waist. White jean shorts hung low on her hips. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and shimmered in the sun as she walked towards him.

She was too goddamn cute.

She got the back of his ATV and put her arms around his waist. Once they were on the wooded, unpaved road, he felt Killian reach around, touching his chest. What is she doing? His question was answered when she pulled a spliff out of his shirt pocket.

“Oh, so, you just wanted to hang out with me for my weed,” said Jack, jokingly, raising an eyebrow.

“When has that every been the case?” she asked shortly.

“It was a joke, Killian,” he sighed.

A minute later, she held a spliff up to his lips. The five-minute drive to the lake felt like the only normal thing that had happened in a long time. Minus Killian being snippy with him.

They lay in the grass by the lake, neither of them quite knowing how to start a conversation.

“Thanks for coming with me,” said Jack finally.

“It’s a nice day,” she said.

Jack smiled. Maybe things would work out. “How’d the History final go?” he asked, trying to start any sort of conversation.

Killian shrugged. “It was alright. Not as bad as tomorrow is going to be,” she said, referring to Calculous. “How’d you do?”

“Probably not great,” Jack admitted. “I didn’t study much this weekend.”

“Did you do anything…fun?” Killian’s tone was hard to read.

“I was home. Played some Xbox. You?”

“Tried to study.”

Jack couldn’t bring himself to continue their small talk. Small talk! Him and Killian. It was ridiculous. They’d never had to make small talk before. He decided it would be less awkward to just sit with her in silence. Killian seemed to be fine with that plan.

Jack’s eyes drifted toward Killian; she was radiant. Bathed in golden sun. Hair, shimmering around her shoulders.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Killian.

“Sorry.” Jack took the spliff from her and looked away.

“Seriously, Jack. What is it?”

“Honestly,” he sighed, “I can’t take my eyes off you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to try that hard to sweet talk me. I already know you’re into me.”

“What?” he said, confused. “I’m not trying to sweet talk you.”

“Look, Jack, I already know you’ve got good game. You don’t have to prove it.”

“This isn’t about ‘good game,’ and I’m not trying to prove anything.”

“‘I can’t take my eyes off you.’ That’s some shit you pull when you’re trying to get a girl into bed.”

“That’s not what I’m doing at all,” he said reproachfully. “I’m just telling you the truth.”

“Sure, Jack.”

“Are you not going to believe anything I tell you now? I’m just being nice.”

“I know how you are with girls.”

“You know how I am with you too.”

“I thought I did.”

“You’re not some girl I’m trying to fuck.”

“Aren’t I though?” she asked.

“I’m trying to get you back in my life. That’s what I care about.”


“You wanna come in?” Killian asked, as they pulled up to her house. “Watch a movie or whatever.”

“Yeah,” said Jack quickly, following her inside.

Killian sat on her bed and pulled out her laptop.


“Yeah?” She glanced at him.

“Can we cuddle?”

She looked at him for a while before finally nodding. He moved closer and put his arms around her. Slowly, her muscles started to relax as she rest against him. She closed her eyes as he stroked her hair. It felt so good. But everything hurt so bad now.

“Kil,” Jack said softly. She didn’t reply. “Don’t.” bahis şirketleri Jack touched her cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen. “Please, Killie,” he begged. “I hate seeing you hurt.”

She finally looked up at him with shimmering eyes. “Then why did you hurt me?”

“That’s not fair,” he moaned, burying his face in her hair. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not fair?” she repeated. “It’s not fair for me to tell you that you hurt me. Are you serious?”

“You hurt me too, Kil.”

“I’m sorry, Jack. But I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t first.”

“And I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t literally told me to go fuck another girl!”

“Are you actually trying to blame this on me?” She sat up, glaring at him.

“This whole thing was your stupid idea. You wanted to suck my dick. You wanted to pretend nothing happened. You wanted to show me your tits and make out. Then you wanted me to go fuck another girl and tell you I felt nothing for you.”

“I never said I wanted to you to feel nothing for me. I just wanted to make sure you felt something for me first,” she argued.

“What the fuck. I keep telling you I do.”

“You told me you wouldn’t care if I slept with someone else,” she said bitterly.

“I thought that’s what you wanted me to say!”

“Why would I want you to say that?”

“You wanted me to go fuck another girl! You kept saying things would go back to normal.”

“At least I tried.” She did it for their friendship. Why couldn’t he understand that? She tried.

“Yeah, tried sucking my brother’s dick,” muttered Jack.

“You don’t get to have a say in who’s dick I suck. You’re not my fucking boyfriend, Jack. You made that pretty damn clear when you were fucking that girl’s ass in front of me.”

“Damn straight I’m not your fucking boyfriend,” Jack growled. “You’re too much of a bitch to be with.”

“Then go back to your sluts and one-night stands, Jack! There’s a reason you can’t hold a real relationship. You’re just a heartless asshole.”

“Yeah, there is a reason I can’t hold a real relationship, and it’s not because I’m an asshole.”

“Fuck off, Jack. I don’t care.”

“It’s you, you stupid fucking bitch,” he snapped.

“Don’t call me a bitch.”

“Sorry. Stupid fucking cunt. Better?”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” She glared at him in disbelief. He’d never spoken that way to her before.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Killian,” he said sarcastically. “That’s really not fitting. You’re not a cunt, you’re a cock loving slut.”

“Oh yeah, call the virgin a slut.” She rolled her eyes. “That makes a lot of sense.”

“You might be a virgin, but you have a dirty fucking mouth.” He grabbed her chin. “You showed me that.”

“You fucking loved that,” she spat. She jerked her head away from him. “You know, your brother also loved my dirty mouth on his–“

“Shut the fuck up,” Jack growled.

“What, you don’t want to hear about how I took his nice big cock down my throat? Does that bother you?” she taunted him. There was a furious aggression in Jack’s eyes that Killian couldn’t help poking at.

“I swear to god–“

“Fuck you, Jack.” She pushed him.

“You fucking wish.” He pushed her back. “Just like you wished it was me when he was making you cum.”

“Like how you had to think about me when you were fucking the closest girl you could get to me?” she snarled as he pinned her shoulders to the bed.

“You really wanna know what I was thinking?” he said lowly in her ear. “You wanna know exactly what I was thinking when I shoved my cock into her asshole?”

“That you were a piece of shit?” she asked. She could feel his breath on her ear. The brush of stubble on her throat. The weight of his body on her.

“That I was tearing up your virgin pussy, you conceited little brat.”

Killian’s heart raced. “In your fucking dreams.” She struggled against him. “Get the fuck off of me, Jack.”

“Fuck you, Kil. You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Shut up!” she yelled childishly.

“You shut up!”

“Fuck off! Logan was a better–“

Jack silenced her, pressing his lips firmly against hers.

“What the fuck?” she spluttered. “Get the fuck–“

He didn’t let her up. His hands tightened around her small wrists. She felt so little compared to him. He was so strong. He glared at her and she could see it all in his eyes. The pain. The anger. Jealousy. Lust. Protectiveness. He kissed her again. Hard. Smashing his lips against hers in a desperate fervor. Her lips yielded to his tongue.

Killian’s head was spinning, and she realized she’d stopped struggling. She didn’t want to struggle. She wanted exactly what he was giving her. “Jack,” she whispered. She looked up at him, grinding her hips into his.

“You make me crazy, Killian.” Jack’s voice sounded raw, like the growl of an animal.

“I know,” she breathed, as he pinned her wrists above her head. She felt her body melt against his as she saw the hunger in his gaze.

Quietly, he asked, “Does it turn you bahis firmaları on when I’m rough with you?”

Fuck. She did not want to say ‘yes.’ But there was undeniable heat between her thighs. She nodded shyly.

“How much?” he asked.

“You could find out.”

“No,” he smirked.

“You can,” she offered, looking up at him, “if you want.”

She didn’t expect Jack to say, “Of course I can.” And she certainly hadn’t expected him to follow it up with, “You want to be my slut, don’t you?”

She hated that he was right. She hated that she wanted him. She hated that her pussy was wet from the way he handled her.

“You like it when I call you a slut, Killie?”

She nodded. She fucking hated him so much. But god, she had never wanted anything so badly in her life. He kissed her again. And again. And again. Her lips parted against his.

He still hadn’t let her move an inch but she had stopped struggling long ago. He took one hand off her wrist and lightly touched her cheek. “What do you want?” he murmured.

The only thing she could think to say was, “You.”

His first reply was to kiss her, then he said, “I’m not going to fuck you, Killian.” He looked down at her.

“Feels like you want to,” she said, pressing her hips meaningfully into his.

“Yeah,” he admitted, thrusting his cock against her. It was rock hard. “But I’m still not gonna do it.”

“I don’t care.”

“The fuck did you just say to me?” he said, his voice dangerous and low.

“I said, I don’t care if you don’t fuck me,” she repeated.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Killian didn’t reply. She wanted to see what he would do. She was testing him, and she had a feeling he knew it.

“You do care if I don’t fuck you,” said Jack. “Just like you care if I fuck someone else instead of you. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice small.

“Lucky for you, I don’t think I’m going to fuck any other girls. But I’m also not going to fuck you. I might not even touch you.”

“But…” she started. Her blood was still pounding in her ears. There was a tingling sensation in her stomach. There were other things her body would have accepted as an alternative to him fucking her.

Jack raised his eyebrows, looking down at her. Something about the way he looked at her made her feel like he could read her mind. “That’s fucked up, Kil,” he said lowly, “how worked up this has you.”

Killian agreed wholeheartedly with his assessment but didn’t move or speak.

“Guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. After all, you did go straight from me to my brother. Keeping it in the family…talk about twisted.”

Killian was going to apologize but she realized Jack was interested in something much more tangible than words. He unbuttoned her shorts easily with his free hand and slipped it under her panties. She quivered in anticipation as he worked his fingers down her slit, feeling the juices leaking from her.

He raised his eyebrows and pulled his hand from her shorts slowly. She squirmed, pushing her hips against his, longing for him to continue touching her. Looking amused, Jack said, “Sorry, baby girl. I’m not gonna help you with that.” Baby girl. Killian’s heart fluttered and her pussy tingled. No one had called her that before. “You can take care of it when I leave.”

“What?” asked Killian, confused.

“I want you to touch yourself when I leave, Killian,” he said quietly. “And when you do, I want you to think about what would have happened tonight if I’d decided I did want to fuck you.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she breathed.

“I can. And I am.” He knew he had her wrapped around his finger–Killian could see it in the way he looked at her.

“Oh.” She was speechless. What was he doing? And why the fuck was it turning her on so much?

“Got it?” He waited expectantly for her answer.

“Uh huh.” She nodded.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Were you saying yes?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good,” he murmured, finally releasing her wrists, and getting off her. He walked towards her bedroom door. “Text me as soon as you finish.”

Killian sat on her bed, stunned and utterly confused. She was just hoping to hang out with Jack. Feel normal for a bit. Not have a shitty argument. She had certainly not expected…whatever that was. She hadn’t even really planned on kissing him. She didn’t know if she was ready for that or not. Apparently, her body had been more than ready for it though.

The way he had talked to her. The way he had looked at her. She had been completely at his mercy and loved every second of it.

Jack hadn’t buttoned her shorts back up. She took a deep breath and then slid them off. She wasn’t sure why she felt nervous suddenly. She done it a million times before. But this felt different. It was like she could still feel Jack in her room with her.

She slipped her hand between her thighs, teasing at her lips. They were slick with her juices. She remembered the way Jack had touched her, just enough to know how worked up he had kaçak bahis siteleri gotten her.

Sorry, baby girl. I’m not going to help you with that. She had never wanted any one to touch her so badly in her life after he said that. And the way he had told her exactly what she was going to do for him…

Killian began to rub her clit quickly. She could feel her juices trickling down towards her ass. It felt so fucking good. Jack was right. It was fucked up, how worked up it had got her. You want to be my slut, don’t you? The memory of his voice made her squirm. And the way he looked at her…like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

I want you to think about what would have happened tonight if I’d decided I did want to fuck you. She swallowed, remembering how easily he’d held her down. He was so much bigger than her. And stronger. If he’d wanted to take her, she couldn’t have done anything about it.

She slipped a finger into her tight hole while she continued to rub herself. She couldn’t begin to imagine how Jack would fit inside her. He would split her right in half. The thought was half terrifying, half exciting.

Her toes curled as she imagined him holding her down, teasing her pussy until she was wet enough for him to work his cock in. It was so big. She wanted to know so badly what it would feel like to have him inside of her. To feel his body pressed against hers as he thrust himself into her. How full she would be.

There was no way around the truth. She wanted Jack to fuck her.

Pressure built in Killian’s pelvis. She was dripping all over her hand as she pleasured herself. Her muscles contracted. She let out a soft cry as her vagina pulsed rhythmically around her finger. Her hand was wet with cum by the time her orgasm subsided.

Her heart was still pounding heavily when she picked up her phone to text Jack.

K>J: I’m done

J>K: Jesus Christ. I just got home

Killian blushed, realizing how fast she had made herself climax.

J>K: What were you thinking about when you came?

K>J: What you told me to think about

J>K: Yeah? And what would have happened if I’d wanted to fuck you tonight?

K>J: You would have fucked me

K>J: I couldn’t have stopped you

J>K: Would you have wanted to stop me?

K>J: No

J>K: You know I wanted to

K>J: Hard to hide

J>K: Just be glad you didn’t have to walk home with a boner

K>J: You gonna take care of that?

J>K: I am working on it right now

K>J: What are you thinking about?

J>K: Thinking about you Killian

J>K: Taking you for the first time

Killian bit her lip as she imagined Jack, alone in his room, touching himself while he thought about her. She wondered how many times it had happened before.

A minute later he sent another text.

J>K: Imagined I was filling you when I came

K>J: Are you going to?

K>J: Be my first, I mean

J>K: If you’ll have me

K>J: That’s what I want



She was on his mind when he fell asleep. She was on his mind when he woke up. He just couldn’t stop thinking about Killian. And he also was starting to feel like he couldn’t get rid of his goddamn erection, no matter how hard he tried.

He closed his eyes as he slowly stroked his cock. All he could see in his mind was Killian kneeling between his legs, teasing him with her tongue. God, he wanted his cock in her mouth again so fucking bad. Just thinking about the way she looked up at him when she swallowed his load almost made him cum.

Maybe she’d give him head that night. He needed it. He needed her. He knew she would suck him if he told her to. She had completely submitted to him and gotten off on it. It had been an accident. He had just wanted to go over and spend time with her. Maybe not argue for a bit. Try to be normal. But things escalated and he had just gotten so angry. He never would have hurt her. Ever. Never done anything she didn’t want. But she had wanted it. Everything in her body and the way she looked had him had told him so. And he wanted to give her everything she wanted. Always had. Always would.

If there was one thing Jack knew, it was that Killian wanted it. Wanted him. Her dripping pussy had said it all. Jack’s balls tightened at the memory of her wet lips on his fingers. With a final pump of his hand, Jack came.


Killian sat at the lunch table with Jack. She had her Bio textbook open in front of her and knew she should be studying, but there was no room in her mind for it. She couldn’t stop replaying the day before in her head, but she didn’t know how to bring it up, or if she should.

“Are you busy tonight?” Killian asked, breaking the silence.

“No. Should study but that’s all.”

“You could come over,” she offered, “if you want.”

“Really?” asked Jack, looking genuinely surprised.

“We could study together.”

“Yes,” he said quickly.

Killian wanted to say more but she didn’t know how and, in any case, the bell for class had just rung.

K>J: I’m sorry

J>K: For what?

K>J: I’m sorry for making a mess out of everything

J>K: We’ll clean it up, yeah?

K>J: You mean it?

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