★ summary: michael robinavitch’s willpower was a force to be reckoned with. god only knows where your former lover went beneath all that restraint and self destruction. It’s a good thing jack abbot’s willpower was never quite that strong
★ pairing: michael robinavitch x reader, & jack abbot x reader
★ warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, cheating, p in v, face sitting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral f receiving, cream pie, public sex, dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, jack abbot talks you through it, aftercare
★ word count: 7.7k
★ notes: hello did you guys miss me 😈
Your relationship with Michael Robinavitch was the worst-kept secret in PTMC’s history, right next to Princess and her affinity for rigging the betting boards. Now it wasn’t just because Dr. Robby loved a hot, young resident; it was just how obvious he was about it, at least in the beginning.
He was clingy, always over your shoulder on cases. His gloved hand grabbing yours to instruct you through a procedure, even when it was entirely uncalled for. He doted on you, and god forbid anyone else look at you for two long. Dana compared him to a rabid dog, claiming his territory whenever a patient got handsy or an intern asked about you.
If you weren’t working together you were on the phone, at his house, on dates. He'd take you out, show you off. A hot, young thing on his arm was just what his ego needed. You were attached at the hip, for the first year anyways.
You weren’t sure when it started to go downhill, it was gradual, like an avalanche starting with the smallest snowball.
You used to start your days rolling around together in his sheets, snoozing the alarm both of you just begging for a few more minutes in his arms.
Now?
He was gone before you woke up, and wasn’t home until you had already gone to bed. You were two ships, barely passing in the night. At work, he only talked to you when it was necessary, gone were the days of teasing each other over the nurses' station or hidden kisses in the break room.
Now you were lucky that he called you anything other than Dr. Y/l/n.
The sex had started off hot and heavy. It was sex in on-call rooms and being bent over whatever surface he could find. Now, you couldn’t remember the last time you had sex, but when you did it was missionary that lasted less than 10 minutes. He’d grunt, kiss your forehead, and roll over. Long gone were the days he’d spend in between your thighs, making sure you came before he did.
Date ideas were shot down, he’d take extra shifts or have ‘meetings’ into late hours of the night. You weren’t dumb, you weren’t oblivious to the signs that were right there, but you were blindly in love. You thought he loved you, thought he still held the same admiration and respect for you as he once did.
When you’d voice your complaints he’d apologize, buy some cheap flowers, and take you out on the way over to your apartment, but lately he hasn’t even done that.
No one really knew, not really. Everyone knew something was up with Robby, but no one was able to get the truth out of him, so why bother?
It felt like you were dating a ghost of the man he used to be, so full of life and passion for his job.
You hadn’t seen him outside of this ED in almost two weeks, he was snappy and dismissive, always droning on and on about this sabbatical he was going to be taking. You couldn’t give less of a shit, it was just another excuse to run away from his problems, and more importantly you.
Which is why when McKay came over, talking about how she needed to get laid, you interrupted.
“Me too, sister.” You sighed, chewing on the straw of your slightly watered-down latte. “It’s been like…..months.”
They all looked at you like you had grown a third head, even Samira’s eyebrows were furrowed.
“Really?” McKay asked, her voice quieting in concern.
You just nodded, “Yup.”
“You and Robby are still?” She trailed off, not wanting to overstep.
“Yup.” You repeated, taking a noiseless sip of your watered-down coffee.
She made a noise, confusion still written all over your face. “I’m sorry to pry, but… why?”
“Yeah, you’re young and hot. Plus you guys used to be all over each other.” Samira joined in.
Another shrug, “Wish I fucking knew. I’ve been trying for weeks. I barely see him anymore, he says he still loves me but he won’t even look at me,” You breathe out, “And he doesn’t touch me. I mean I went out and bought an overpriced slutty little pajama set, practically threw myself at him and you know what he said? That I should probably start sleeping at my apartment again, because he’s gonna have Whittaker house sit for him while he’s gone.”
Charts were long neglected, Samira all but threw her pager down on the desk as they crowded closer.
“Oh, oh no honey.” McKay frowned, “That’s not good.”
“You’re telling me.” Your hands are thrown up, ignoring others' eavesdropping on the conversation. Dana had heard it all before, and you were certain Abbot was too busy trying to figure out how to handle this ED without the man you were all gossiping about.
“I mean, if he’s not getting it from you I mean he’s getting it from somewhere right?” She says, as empathetically as possible.
Samira slaps her arm gently, but she has that knowing empathetic crease in her brow.
“What she means to say,” Samira smiles, “He does seem to be going through something, but I don’t think he’d do anything like that do we?”
You met McKay’s eyes, both of you sharing a knowing look.
“No, he probably would.” You admitted, sounding more deflated than you wanted to.
It had crossed your mind, there was no way it hadn’t. He was just a man at the end of the day. The whispers of the nurse slash case manager slash pain in your ass had found herself in this ED almost every day, attached to the hip of none other than your boyfriend.
“Or, he’s just going through something and he’s too ashamed to confide in you about it? I mean he is about to leave on some spiritual journey.” She offers, with much more optimism than you’ve had in months.
“Yeah, okay,” You laughed, “He’s on his big midlife crisis journey to find a little zest of life, a new sense of purpose. Whatever bullshit he’s convinced himself of, but why?”
Your voice cracked a bit on the last syllable.
“I’m right here, but it’s like I'm invisible. Not since Noelle has been prancing around the ER like a bloodhound.”
The drink in your hand is slammed on the counter, the condensation making it slide over a little as you continue.
“Maybe bankrupting people on the worst day of their lives is a new turn on for him.” You grumbled, watching the man slip out of one of the rooms, avoiding even looking over in your direction. “I mean, he won’t even look at me. It’s like he’s a stranger.”
“I don’t like her, and I don’t like him for treating you like that. He’s a grown man, he needs to at least communicate his feelings to you.” Samira sighed, picking her tablet up again, “I have a patient in south, but call me tonight if you don’t wanna be alone!”
“Thank you.” You frowned, squeezing her arm as she ran off.
You settled back next to McKay, arms brushing.
“Do you think he’s cheating on me?” You ask as soon as Samira is out of earshot.
A noise between a scoff and a cough leaves her mouth, “Fuck, I hope not. Maybe try to just ask him before he leaves tonight. The last thing you need is to waste 3 months waiting for him to come back if he’s already halfway out the door.”
“He’s not even halfway,” You laughed, “There’s one pinkie toe left on the door frame.”
”See, you still have your humor. You’re gonna get through this, promise. Especially if you think it’s worth fighting for, but if not? Fuck him.” She smiled
Every part of you wanted to believe her, but optimism had felt embarrassing lately. Your failing relationship was put on display at work and at home. Sometimes it felt like you were the last person to know that it was over. Maybe you were clinging to the past, to the good parts that were no longer there.
There you stood in silence, trying so desperately to absorb her words. Was it worth fighting for? You couldn’t remember the last time he kissed you slowly. The last time he reached for you first. The last time he looked at you without something heavy sitting behind his eyes.
Dana was yelling about traumas incoming before the silence between you and McKay could grow any heavier.
“There goes our break.” McKay sighed, and your shoulders slumped.
You laughed quietly and tossed your cup into the trash harder than necessary before following her out.
By the time you reached the trauma bay, Robby was already there.
He stood at the foot of the bed pulling gloves onto long fingers, posture rigid with that familiar calm intensity that once made your stomach flutter whenever you watched him work. Even exhausted, even emotionally hollowed out by whatever private war he refused to talk about, the entire room still bent around him effortlessly. Residents straightened when he spoke. Nurses moved faster. Everybody trusted him instinctively. You remember when you used to trust him like that too. You remember envisioning him as a god in this ED.
“What do we got?” You asked, slipping your gloves on.
The kid could not have been older than twenty-six. Blood soaked through the front of his shirt and his skin already carried that terrible gray shade that always made your stomach tighten. What was even harder to miss was the large piece of rebar protruding from his chest.
“High speed rollover MVC into an industrial plant,” the paramedic started rapidly. “Restrained driver. Hypotensive en route. Rebar through the left shoulder and upper chest. Heart rate sustained one-forty. BP eighty over forty and dropping.”
The patient screamed the second they shifted him onto the trauma bed, blood soaking through the towels wrapped around his shoulder. A rusted length of rebar protruded grotesquely through the upper part of his chest near the clavicle, disappearing somewhere behind his shoulder blade. Every movement made fresh blood well up around the metal. The room exploded into movement around him instantly. Trauma shears cut through clothing while the nurses prepped IVs.
”Jesus Christ,” McKay muttered, doing the FAST exam while you tried to get breath sounds.
“Get vascular surgery on standby,” You shouted, pulling your stethoscope down, “Diminished breath sounds on the left, to be expected.”
The patient’s breathing was becoming shallower by the second, panic making his eyes glassy as he looked around the room.
“I can’t breathe,” he gasped.
“Stay with us,” you said quickly, pressing a hand against his good shoulder while assessing the wound. The bleeding had picked up noticeably since transfer and blood was now running steadily down the patient’s side onto the sheets below him.
“Pressure’s dropping,” Princess warned from the monitor. “Seventy-two systolic.”
Robby’s expression hardened immediately. “He’s gonna need an OR now, page surgery, again.”
Ogilvie, the new intern, who was just supposed to be calling surgery again proceeded to spin around too fast bumping the rebar just enough to make the patient scream.
Fresh blood poured out around the wound, spilling on the floor with such quickness it felt like a horror movie.
“Oh my God,” Ogilvie gasped, “Surgery is on the way, O-oh my god.”
And before anybody could stop you, your hands moved.
You grabbed the exposed section of rebar firmly with one hand and shoved your other gloved hand directly into the wound around it, bracing the metal in place while applying pressure internally where the bleeding was coming from.
The patient cried out so loudly that the entire room froze while blood immediately soaked down your wrist. You could feel it dripping onto your legs, but you couldn’t do anything about it.
“What the hell are you doing?” Robby snapped, spinning back toward you.
“He’s bleeding around the entry point,” you shot back through gritted teeth, keeping the rebar stabilized manually while your hand compressed whatever vessel had started hemorrhaging deeper inside. “If this shifts again he’s dead.”
“You do not put your hand inside a penetrating chest wound blindly-“
“He’s fucking crashing!” You nearly yelled, frustration pouring off of you in waves. “I know how to do my fucking job Dr. Robinavitch. Do you?”
As if to prove your point, the monitor alarm changed pitch while the patient’s pressure plummeted again.
“Sixty systolic,” McKay called sharply.
”Do you?” He laughed dryly, “Because he’s still bleeding out while you’re having a fit.”
You adjusted your hand deeper despite the patient’s scream and suddenly felt it, hot blood pulsing hard against your palm before slowing significantly beneath your pressure.
The room went silent around the two of you except for the screaming monitor beside the patient. For one horrible second doubt crept into your chest. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe exhaustion and resentment and weeks of emotional whiplash had clouded your judgment. But, then the bleeding lessened almost immediately.
”There,” You breathed out, finally looking up to see his hardened gaze still on you. “Fuck you.”
If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the floor in this patient's blood.
You ignored the gasps around the room, the heavy slam of his palm against the door after he stormed out. You were only focused on the patient, controlling the bleed while the others worked around you.
Transport unlocked the gurney while blood products were rushed in behind you. Surgery came in not long after that, letting you ride up to the OR with your hand against the artery. As soon as he was stabilized, you were dismissed. Adrenaline crashed through your system all at once afterward, your hands trembling faintly as you stripped bloody gloves from your fingers, shedding off your ruined scrubs.
You barely made it into the hallway of the ED before Robby caught your wrist hard enough to stop you. Like he had been waiting to hear you come down the stairs.
“What the hell was that?” he hissed.
You stared down at his hand around your arm before slowly looking back up at him. “Excuse me?”
“You do not disrespect me in front of residents,” He spat, “Here I am your superior, do you understand that?”
The disbelief that hit you almost outweighed the adrenaline still buzzing through your bloodstream.
“That’s what you’re upset about right now?” You could have laughed in his face.
“You could have torn the subclavian completely,” he hissed. “You could have killed that guy.”
“If I didn’t do something he was going to bleed out before surgery even got down here.” You snapped, “I’m a good fucking doctor Robby, and you know it, yet you seem insistent on making me feel like an idiot.”
His eyes finally locked onto yours then, dark and burning with something that looked dangerously close to humiliation. The station had gone completely silent around you both now. Even the residents nearby were pretending not to stare.
Robby stepped closer suddenly, crowding into your space just enough to make the air around you tense.
“Just because we’re fucking,” he said lowly, bending down toward you, “doesn’t mean you get special treatment.”
The silence afterward was catastrophic. Your face went blank for a second before an incredulous laugh escaped you.
“Oh really?” you asked loudly enough for everybody nearby to hear. “That’s interesting considering we aren’t.”
His jaw flexed hard, and you could see the anger brewing in his eyes. The same ones that used to bring you comfort were now glaring down at you.
You took another step closer anyway, eyes glassy now, and lowered your voice.
“You haven’t touched me in fucking weeks, months even.” You said, your voice steady. “So what is it? Are you fucking her?”
Robby looked genuinely caught off guard for the first time all day.
“What?” he snapped, after wiping the guilty look all over his face.
“Don’t act fucking stupid.” You spat, pointing through the doors to where Noelle was standing around the hub.
He laughed, actually laughing and shaking his head like he was dismissing something unbelievable. “That’s insane, Noelle works here.”
Your expression shifted immediately, “Yeah? So do I.” You laughed humorlessly.
“Nothing is going on.” He said quickly, grabbing your arm to pull you away from the nurses as they hovered around the hub.
“You hesitated when I asked.” You barked back.
“I did not hesitate.”
“You absolutely fucking hesitated.”
”You know,” His voice now boomed, everyone undeniably watching the interaction between you two. “Not everything is all about you. Maybe if you actually did your job instead of gossiping about things you know nothing about-“
“Brother,” Abbott’s voice suddenly cut in as he appeared beside Robby, grabbing his shoulder before the situation could combust any further. “Take a beat.”
You were both so lost in the heat of the argument that neither of you noticed him slipping into the hall.
Robby yanked his arm back immediately. “I’m fine.”
“No,” Abbott replied evenly. “You’re not.”
For a moment you thought Robby might actually explode. His whole body looked wound tight enough to split apart, anger and guilt and exhaustion all fighting for dominance across his face. But then Abbott pulled him back another step, positioning himself between the two of you.
Robby just nodded, Abbot tapped his chest once before the two attendings stepped aside. You shared a look with Abbot for just a brief moment, before they disappeared down the hall. You slumped against the wall, the adrenaline escaping you so fast you felt lightheaded.
Your chest hurt, there was this ugly aching pressure sitting right beneath your ribs, heavy and humiliating and impossible to ignore. The cruelty of his words opened your eyes.
Just because we’re fucking.
Like you were some nurse he fooled around with after conferences. Like the last year of your life together had been reduced to something cheap and transactional the second he got angry enough.
You laughed bitterly under your breath, scrubbing a hand down your face hard enough to hurt.
You pushed off the wall before you could start crying in the middle of the hallway and headed back toward the nurses' station on autopilot. Dana sat behind the desk flipping through charts, reading glasses low on her nose while complete chaos unfolded around her as usual.
She looked up immediately when you approached.
“You okay?”
“Sure,” you said, voice oddly flat even to your own ears. “What did Noelle want?”
Dana hummed distractedly. “Yeah, something about some charts. I got a question for ya.”
You swallowed once, nodding for her to continue.
“Does Robby sleep with his TV on?”
You frowned automatically, caught off guard by the question. “Yeah,” you answered slowly. “Drives me fucking insane, I’ve barely seen him lately. Been glad to sleep in the dark.”
Dana’s face fell immediately. clicking her jaw tight.
Your stomach dropped so violently that it almost hurt.
There was a horrible pause before Dana looked away from you briefly, lips pressing together like she was debating whether or not to continue.
Then quietly, carefully, she said, “Noelle said something weird about him sleeping with his TV on. Asked her how she knew that and she just shrugged, said she had some papers to file.”
Your stomach dropped so hard it felt physical. You stared at Dana blankly, your brain refusing to catch up to what your body already understood. Dana’s expression softened instantly the second she saw your face change.
“Oh honey,” she breathed.
“If he’s not getting it from you, he’s getting it from somewhere. McKay’s words came crashing back so hard that it made your chest cave inward.
Suddenly every little thing replayed itself with brutal clarity. The veil is finally being pulled from your eyes.
“How fucking stupid am I?” you laughed softly, though it came out sounding dangerously close to breaking.
Dana leaned forward immediately. “You are not stupid-‘
You cut her off with a shake of your head, humiliation already swallowing you whole.
“C-can you get someone to cover-“
“Course, course.” She rushes out, and that’s all you need before your feet are moving you to the on-call room. The door is slammed with such violence that the sound makes your ears ring.
You barely made it two steps before your knees weakened and you sank onto the edge of the narrow cot, both hands pressed hard against your mouth while you fought to steady your breathing.
The room smelled faintly like old detergent and stale coffee. Somebody had left a sweatshirt hanging over the back of a chair. The television mounted in the corner sat muted on some daytime court show.
Even now, sitting there piecing together the possibility that he had been sleeping with another woman while coming home to you every night, some horrible part of you still wanted him to walk through the door and explain it all away. You wanted there to be another answer. Another explanation. Anything besides this.
There was a soft knock on the on-call room door, making your heart race. When you took too long to respond, it cracked open just enough for you to see Abbot’s head popping in the doorframe.
You deflated, of course it wouldn’t be Robby coming to look for you. He didn’t care, and he probably hadn’t in a long time.
“You decent in here?” His timber voice asked, making you rub your eyes gently.
“As decent as I can be.” You answered, watching him take a timid step inside.
He shut the door quietly behind himself before leaning back against it with crossed arms.
“You scared the hell outta Dana,” he said gently. “She said you looked about two seconds from passing out.”
You looked down at your hands instead of answering.
Abbot sighed softly after a moment. “Listen,” he started carefully, “Robby’s… not doing well right now. I’ve seen it, I know you’ve seen it. He’s said some stuff to Dana today that’s really concerning.”
A bitter laugh escaped you instantly.
“No kidding.” You whistled, eyes focused on a crack in the tiled floor.
”I also know he’s been using you as his emotional punching bag while he falls apart, instead of getting actual help.”
“You seem to have it all figured out, huh?” You laughed bitterly, pressing your palms against your eyes so hard spots filled your vision. “Did you also know he’s been fucking the new case manager?”
You hear his posture shift as he pushes himself off the wall, “What the fuck?”
A humorless laugh broke out of you again before you could stop it, fraying at the edges as it built into something worse.
“I think I’m probably the last person to know,” You laughed, “S’been going on for months. I just didn’t wanna see it.”
“He cheated on you? Oh, sweetheart-“
You don’t give him any time to start the empathy, the anger boiling up inside of you threatening to tip over.
“Listen, I’m a feminist, but what does that bitch have that I don’t? I’m y-younger, I’m prettier, hell of a lot smarter, I don’t spend my time preying on men with girlfriends.” You cackled, “I’ve done everything for him. I’ve put up with his mood swings, I took care of his house, I attended all of his family bullshit, I put up with him putting work before me, I did everything. For what?”
Abbot was silent, his eyes darkening as he watched you lose your composure.
“I mean,” A crazed laugh sputters out of your mouth, “he never even really took care of me. So I wasted all of that time for what? It was always all about him. Him, him, him-“
“I’d take care of you.”
The words hit the room like something dropped too suddenly into still water.
Your eyes go wide, an anxious laugh escaping your lips. “Is that a joke?” You ask, but your throat is tight and suddenly your hands are damp underneath his attention.
It’s then you realize during your rambling he’s taken purchase in one of the chairs across from the cot you were sitting on. Your feet nearly touching.
“Nah,” His voice was rougher than before, and it made chills run down your spine, “I heard you earlier you know? Talking to McKay. He has a sexy young, incredibly talented doctor in his bed, practically half naked and he’s not taking care of you? That’s a fucking shame darling.”
The room went silent after that except for the distant muffled noise of the ER beyond the door and the sound of your own heartbeat pounding so hard you swore he had to hear it too. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t do anything but stare into his hardened eyes.
“So I’ll say it again, I’d take good care of you. God, if you were mine….you’d never have to worry about anything. I’d practically worship you.” He whispered, shifting his body closer to yours.
“Is this a trick?” You asked, your voice shaky. So was your breath when his face drifted closer without you even noticing him move. He was close enough now that your words brushed against his lips when you spoke. Close enough to count every faint freckle scattered across his nose, every tired line at the corners of his eyes.
“Not a trick,” He assured.
“Aren’t you two friends?”
“Best,” he whispers, and his lips just barely brush against yours.
“Then why..” Your breath trembles.
”I’ve watched him have everything I’ve ever wanted and he still treats you like you’re disposable,” he said quietly, the words tight with something like anger he’d been holding onto for too long. “And I’ve had to stand there and say nothing about it because he’s my friend. I’ve stood there and defended him, because you said you loved him.”
His gaze flicked to your mouth again, slower this time, deliberate.
When did he get so close?
“That stops being easy after a while.” He said, his eyes back on yours.
You’re practically panting into his open mouth before words manage to form, “How would you take care of me?”
His honey brown eyes glisten, “I could tell you…Or I could show you?”
You should have stood up and walked out. You should have told him this was a mistake and you were emotional and hurt and angry and that this wasn’t how you wanted this to go.
Instead, your body betrayed you completely.
Because for the first time in months, somebody was looking at you like they wanted you. Somebody who always saw you. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire. You haven’t felt this alive in a long time.
Your eyes dropped briefly to his mouth before you could stop yourself. He noticed immediately, letting his hand slowly reach up to cup your cheek. His callused hands held your face in his hands like you were porcelain.
“Tell me to stop,” he said quietly.
The words barely registered through the rush of heat and heartbreak and loneliness colliding inside your chest. Your lips parted, but no words came out. You didn’t want him to stop, the tingle in your fingertips and the heat growing in your stomach wanted the exact opposite.
Abbot exhaled shakily at that, forehead nearly brushing yours now. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered softly, eyes closing for half a second like he hated how much he wanted this too.
Then you kissed him.
It happened all at once and painfully slow somehow, your hand gripping the front of his shirt while your mouth crashed clumsily into his. Abbott made a rough sound low in his throat immediately, one hand holding your jaw while the other reached for your hips.
The cheap cot squealed loudly beneath both your weight when you tugged him down with you, the sound almost drowned out by the chaos still carrying on outside the on-call room.
Every kiss felt like you two were devouring each other. Your fingers pushed into his hair while his mouth moved hot and deep against yours, each breath stolen back only to lose it again seconds later. The tension wound through him was obvious now in the way he held himself over you, like he was trying so hard not to crush you beneath the weight of everything he’d apparently wanted for far too long.
His body was hot and heavy against yours, where you’d settled between his legs. His rough hands moving from your hips to cup your tits through your scrub top. He squeezed harshly, making a pathetic mewl escape your lips.
You pulled back just enough to breathe and that was somehow worse, because his eyes were dark and blown wide with lust his mouth swollen slightly beneath fluorescent lighting.
”Darling,” he breathed warningly, one last final chance to leave this room pretending as if nothing had happened.
All you could do was smirk up at him, “Lock the door.”
In all of his years, Abbot doesn’t think he’s ever moved as fast as he did. He was sprinting to the door, locking it, and pulling the privacy shade down. It wasn’t uncommon for it to be occupied during busy shifts. Dana was covering for you and Abbot wasn’t even supposed to be working today.
By the time he hobbled back, you had slipped your scrub pants off, throwing your shirt to the side. You weren’t wearing any fancy elaborate underwear, a simple sports bra, and cotton panty for work efficiency, but to Abbot, you would have thought you were on the cover of a magazine.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He said, holding his pointer finger up in a little spin, “Let me see you.”
You entertained him, spinning around playfully.
He let out a wolf whistle and lay himself down on the cot.
“Do you need help taking these off?” You asked, your hands reaching to tug at the strings on his pants.
He simply shook his head, patting his chest in a ‘come here’ motion. “You’re gonna pull those little panties to the side and sit on my face,” He said slowly, as if you should have known exactly what he meant when he lay down on the cot.
“W-what?” You laughed shyly, “I’m too heavy for that-“
“That's what that bastard told you?” He scoffed in disgust, “I served years in the military, I can handle it. Come here.”
A shiver ran up your spine as you got on your hands and knees, crawling over to him. His arms gripped your thighs, moving you into position as if you weighed nothing.
You hesitated for a moment, feeling his warm breath hit against the embarrassingly wet spot against your underwear.
“None of that hovering shit,” He whispered against you, “Want you to fuck yourself on my face. And I’m not stopping until you beg me. Gonna make up for every time that bastard mistreated you.”
A gasp tore out of your chest when he helped you pull your underwear aside, his mouth attaching itself to your warm cunt. With the first swipe of his tongue, he was moaning against you, his cock twitching at the taste of you.
Jack Abbot ate pussy like he was a starved man, which in a way he was.
He’d spent the last year pining over you from afar, fisting his cock in the shower after a long shift thinking of you. Now? He was cherishing this as if it was his last meal, because hell it might be.
You stayed still on top of him, too focused on the sensation crawling up your body to realize you weren’t moving.
A small smack echoed through the room, his hand tapping your ass making you cry out.
“I said, fuck my face.”
He could feel you hesitating, could feel the way our hips urged to grind against him on a particular lick.
“F-fuck,” You cried, “I can’t-“
He pulled away again, his eyes pleading with you. “Baby, I only got one good knee but I’ll get down on it and beg if I have to.”
A huff left your mouth as you pressed further into him, letting your cunt drag messily against his mouth. The sensation had you crying out his name. Between the soft stubble of his jaw, the wet heat of his tongue, and his nose nudging against your entrance with each lazy drag you were falling apart against him in no time. He talked you through it, his hands forcing you to keep grinding against him. Urging you to keep going.
“I c-can’t,” You cried out, and in response, all he did was laugh into your heat. The vibration causing your toes to curl.
“M’ you can.” He spoke in between sloppy strokes of his tongue.
It was like he knew your body like the back of his hand, already as he slid his tongue inside of you using his nose to rub against your swollen clit.
You were coming again almost instantly, your hands coming down to run through his short curls. As you came you yanked against the roots, pushing him even further into your heat. All your fears of hurting or suffocating him were out the window, and Jack? Was living his absolute dream.
“Oh, oh god.”
You tried to pull off of him, only to be stopped by his heavy arms curling around your thighs once again. He just chased you, keeping his mouth attached to you.
“F-fuck, I want you to fuck me so bad.” You were nearly sobbing, your legs trembling in his hold as your cunt practically leaked all over his face. He didn’t care, his tongue was still flicking expertly against you. “Baby, let me fuck you.”
“One more time,” His voice was muffled, his eyes glazed over. Drunk on the taste of you and the sounds that were leaving your lips. “Let me taste you one more time and I’ll fuck you real good baby.”
He was addicted, completely addicted to the feeling of you coming apart against him.
“God,” The word ripped from your mouth, your hips betraying you by grinding down on his face yet again. The tip of his nose rubbing messily against your clit with each swipe.
His fingers were digging so deeply into your thighs that you hoped it left bruises. He’s holding you down on him so hard you have no choice but to let him move you, his tongue hits even deeper inside of you.
Then your eyes are rolling back in your head, your fingers tugging at his short locks as you cum around his tongue again. Each wave is more sensitive than the last as he coaxes it out of you.
There are spots in your vision as you come down, watching him kitten lick your throbbing clit by the time you come back to earth. You’re panting against him, and he’s looking up at you like you’re an angel.
“How was that?” He had the nerve to ask, sweat beading on his forehead while your release coated his face and neck.
You swung your shaky legs off of him, plopping down on the couch with a groan. “You promised you’d fuck me.”
At your pathetic little pleas, he smirked, bringing you in for a sweet kiss on the lips. You indulged him, ignoring that you could taste the hot, sweet taste of yourself on his lips. He’s content on kissing you until you’re all but pulling him on top of you.
You’re so desperate for him when he finally stands up, you crawl over to the edge of the bed mouthing over his clothed cock. It sits heavy in his scrub pants, twitching at the slightest pleasure.
“Oh you little minx,” He groans, reaching down to cup the back of your neck. “You wanna take it out?”
You nod, slipping your thumbs into his waistband to pull the fabric down his legs.
You nearly gasp at the sight of his cock springing out of his underwear, the tip slapping against your face. He’s fucking huge, heavy in your hands as it falls to his mid thigh. Your mouth goes dry, eyes wide as you can feel your cunt clenching around nothing just at the sight.
“Fucking knew you’d be bigger than him,” You can’t help but say, your hand unable to wrap around his shaft.
“Yeah? You thought about it?”
You nod, your embarrassment long out the window. “I see the way you walk around here, knew it was heavy.”
A throaty laugh escapes him as you pump him a few times, he lets out a soft hiss when you swipe at the pre-cum leaking from his tip.
“Come on,” He hums, “Hands and knees baby, let me see that ass.”
A schoolgirl giggle escapes you as you comply, getting into the position that’s the easiest for him with his leg.
His hand comes down and slaps your ass gently, just enough to make you cry out as he positions himself at your entrance.
“Look at her,” he whistles, dragging his tip through your soaked folds, “She’s trying to suckle me in, you want this bad don’t you baby?”
Your hands are gripping the sheets so hard already you know they’re going to ache. “P-please.” Your voice is agonized with need.
“You deserve it,” He cooed, slowly pushing inside of you. “I got you, baby. M’always gonna take care of you.”
Tears escape your eyes in relief as he fills you up, each inch he pushes helps relieve the ache. The stretch is painful, but delicious as your cunt molds to accept every inch of him greedily. Your face somehow falls into one of the pillows, muffling your sobs of pleasure.
“T-there you go,” He praises, “Let it out. Taking me so well, almost there baby.”
You feel like you’re being split apart, in the best way possible as his hips finally meet yours.
“Knew you could take it,” he breaths out, his eyes closing for a moment in pleasure as your wet heat clenches around him, “Tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.”
You let out a jumbled moan of incoherent words, begging, but you didn’t even know what for. He’s buried to the hilt, so deep inside of you it takes you a solid minute for your vision to come back to you.
“It’s so- oh- Jack- fuck, yes.”
“That’s my girl.” His hands are rubbing your lower back soothingly, waiting for the perfect moment to begin to move.
His hips snap into yours in deep calculated thrusts, making you drool all over the pillow you’re clutching like a lifeline.
The pace becomes relentless, his hips slapping so harshly into your ass that if it wasn’t for the loud sounds of the ER it would be echoing throughout the whole hospital.
Just a few feet away outside of the on-call room door, Robby’s hands were interlocked behind his head, sweat threatening to slip from his brow.
“Where the hell are Abbot and Y/l/n?” He asked amongst the other doctors all running to their destinations, “We’re drowning here and my senior resident and attending are AWOL.”
He had no idea your hands were twisted in the cheap hospital sheets, your back arched as Abbot was splitting you apart expertly on his cock.
You were so sensitive and fucked out, it was no surprise your fourth orgasm of the night was creeping up.
“I’m gonna-“
Abbot cuts you off, “I know,” His hand reaches around, desperately palming your clit, “You gonna cum for me? Gonna let me take you home and show me those slutty little pajamas?”
You nod wordlessly, feeling that familiar pleasure rushing through your body.
“M’ gonna kiss every inch of your perfect fucking body, then I’m gonna fuck you to sleep and wake you up with my mouth on you. That something you want, baby?”
“J-jack,” You cried out,
“Breathe,” He demanded, his head falling on your shoulder to coo softly in your ear. “Breathe through it baby, s’just feel it. Uh, there you go. Good girl, good fucking girl.”
You came with a shout, one so loud that he had to place his palm over your opened mouth. You bit down on his palm, drool falling messily through his fingers as he never once let up his pace.
“Oh my god,” Your muffled cries only spurred him on, his balls tightening as your body became pliant in his hold.
“Fuck,” He grunted, “S’good right? Just hold on a little bit, baby. You want me to come inside you?”
Nodding limply against him, your eyes fluttered shut. You felt like you were floating, letting him use you to chase his own high.
“M’gonna fill you up, give you everything you fucking want.” His hips stuttered, before he came with a shattered moan.
“Such a good girl.” He whispered, his body heavy against yours. He pressed a sweet kiss to the crook of your neck, slowly laying you down and slipping out of you.
The newfound emptiness made you whine softly despite yourself, the sound catching weakly in your throat as Abbott pulled away just enough to help clean you up. Your eyes stayed closed most of the time, your body heavy and loose against the thin mattress while the adrenaline and emotion finally began draining out of you all at once.
Every nerve ending still buzzed pleasantly beneath your skin, your thoughts drifting in and out like you were barely tethered to the room anymore.
“You alright, sweetheart?” Abbott asked quietly. His voice sounded different now, much different from the voice that was just whispering filth into your ear.
You smiled lazily, “M’so good.”
He grinned at you, helping you slip your clothes back on with such gentleness it made your heart ache.
Then he stood, holding a hand out toward you.
“C’mon.”
You looked up at him tiredly. “Where are we going?”
“You’re coming home with me after shift.”
Your eyebrows lifted, “I am?”
Abbott just shrugged like it was already decided. “I’m gonna take you to your place first so you can grab clothes and whatever else you need,” he said casually while helping pull you gently to your feet. “Then I’m making you dinner.”
You blinked at him. “Dinner?”
“Whatever you want.” His hands settled automatically at your waist once you were standing, steadying you when your knees wobbled slightly. “Pasta. Steak. Pancakes at midnight. I don’t care. You’re not going home alone tonight.”
”But-“
”No buts,” He cut you off, “We can deal with everything else another day. Tonight let me keep taking care of you.”
You nod softly, your heart aching at the care dripping out of his pores. It had been so long since you felt so held by someone.
“I’ll meet you in the parking garage?” You asked, bringing his lips to yours for one more kiss before grabbing the doorknob.
”I’ll be counting down the seconds, sweetheart.”
When you slipped out of the door, it was impossible to hide the flush burning across your cheeks or the awkward unevenness of your steps. Your hair was a mess from Abbot’s hands in it and your scrub top sat crooked on one shoulder no matter how quickly you tried fixing it.
The hallway air felt freezing against your overheated skin. For one brief second, you thought maybe you’d gotten lucky. The corridor outside the on-call rooms sat mostly empty, only the muffled chaos of the ER carrying faintly through the double doors farther down the hall. Your shift was almost up, so you assumed they’d be stuck on handoff.
Then you looked up and saw Robby standing there. You deflated, turning on your feet in an attempt to escape. He had clearly just rounded the corner, chart still loose in one hand, exhaustion etched deep into the lines of his face. But the second his eyes landed on you stepping out of the on-call room alone, something in him visibly stalled.
His brows pulled together slightly while his gaze moved over you automatically, like he was trying to place why something looked wrong before his brain caught up to it. Your flushed face. The way you wouldn’t fully meet his eyes. Your hair slightly disheveled despite your obvious attempt to fix it.
”Hey,” he said finally, voice rough from exhaustion. “You okay?”
The concern in it nearly made you laugh. Where had a fraction of that care been the past year?
Every part of you wanted to yell at him, to scream and punch his chest for making such a fool out of you. But you could still taste his best friend on your lips, so instead you just nodded too quickly and stepped around him before your face betrayed you further. Your shoulder brushed him lightly as you passed, and the second it did you felt him tense.
“Y/n,” he called after you, more confused now, “I wanna talk to you before I leave-“
His words died in his throat when the on-call door, the one you just escaped out of, opened from down the hall.
Abbot had stepped out into the hallway infuriatingly calm, casually shutting the door behind him while his hands were tying his scrub pants together. His hair looked slightly disheveled, and worst of all there was a smug satisfaction written plainly across his face that made your chest tighten in immediate panic.
You kept walking, planning on grabbing your bag and meeting Abbot in the parking garage anyway.
Robby just stared at him.
The confusion on his face had vanished entirely now, replaced slowly by disbelief so stark it almost looked physical. His eyes flicked once toward the closed on-call room door, then down the hallway in the direction you had disappeared, before finally settling back onto Abbot again.
”What the fuck?” Robby whispered, a cruel laugh threatening to slip out.
This only made Abbot’s smile grow wider, as he sauntered down the hall to meet his friend in the middle.
“Listen, man,” Abbott said casually as he strolled closer, clapping Robby once on the shoulder like they were discussing something harmless over beers instead of detonating twenty years of friendship in the middle of a hospital hallway. “Your willpower’s stronger than mine.”
Robby hardly reacted, he couldn’t. His brain wasn't allowing the pieces to slot together.
He just stood there staring ahead while the meaning settled heavier and heavier into his chest by the second. His jaw flexed hard enough to visibly tick beneath his skin, eyes darkening with something that looked dangerously close to panic underneath the anger beginning to rise.
Then Abbot stopped a few feet past him as he had almost forgotten something.
“Oh,” he added lightly over his shoulder, still wearing that same shit-eating grin. “Tell Noelle we said hi.”
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i started it last night and fell asleep and tumblr reset and i cant find it now pls pls pls help me 🙏🙏
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