Read "The Long Way Home" on Archive of Our Own here.
āāļø Pairing: Dr Jack Abbot x Female Reader
āāļø Tags: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap, reader is a flight attendant (based on that one comment he said in season 2), jack abbot thinks youre hot af, fluff, angst, eventual smut, masturbation (jack maturbates to u), PinV, hurt/comfort, humour, jealousy, pet names, possessive behaviour, size kink, creampie, rough sex, breeding, more tags will be added later
āāļø Summary:
It started with a medical emergency at thirty thousand feet, a stolen notebook, and a risque photograph. In which Dr. Jack Abbot meets a pretty flight attendant, accidentally stole her things, and becomes perhaps a little too invested in returning it.
āāļø Status: ONGOING (new chapter every weekend)
āāļø Total Word Count: TBD
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CHAPTER ONE: THE RESCUE
CHAPTER TWO: DEPARTURE
CHAPTER THREE: A CHANGE IN WEATHER
CHAPTER FOUR: TEMPORARY LIVING
CHAPTER FIVE: MISSED CALLS
CHAPTER SIX: SLOW ROUTINE
summary: jack returns home from work, earlier than you expect him to, and catches you getting off to another's man voice. (2k)
pairing: jack abbot / fem!reader
contents: established relationship, shy!reader, basically just an excuse to write smth about that shawn hatosy quinn audio lol, not proofread, cw for smut 18+ (MDNI), caught in the act, oral (fem receiving), while listening to audio porn
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In retrospect, Jack knew something was off the second he stepped through the door.
It was the strange quiet that tipped him off ā your absence, more so. There was no soft padding of your footsteps down the hall, no half-distracted greeting from the couch where youāre usually curled up and watching some reality TV show (that Jack swears he hates but always gets a little too invested in), no absentminded āhi, honeyā tossed over your shoulder as you tend to daily household chores.
Jack, for the first time in a long time, is greeted by nothing but silence. The clinking of his keys hitting the coffee table sounds much louder in the foreign quiet ā so does the sound of his creaking footsteps down the hall. He worries that youāre sick, or worse, and then forces himself to shake away that thought as he heads for the bedroom.
āBaby?ā he calls into the quiet, as his fingers twist on the cold brass knob. The silence he gets in return is hardly reassuring.
He pushes the squeaking door open, then freezes in the threshold when he finds you there ā perfectly well and languishing in the unmade sheets. Your bulky headphones are snug over our ears; your head is tossed back against the pillow; your eyes are fluttered shut. Your phone rests just beside you, the screen glowing faintly in the lamplit room.
And, in the stillness, Jack can hear a subtle and unmistakable humming sound coming from beneath the blankets, where your knees are bent and spread.
Jack almost retreats. His instinct tells him to ā to give you your privacy, to close the door, to pretend he hadnāt walked in on such an intimate moment. But something deeper roots him in place; the strange warm feeling swirls in his chest, maybe.Ā
Thereās something strangely intimate, he finds, in watching you when you think no one is looking ā when you have nothing and no one to perform for. You look peaceful, completely undone, totally in your own world.Ā
Jack freezes in the doorway when you shift on the bed, sinking further into the mattress as you adjust the vibrator between your thighs. It seems to hit the spot, as you exhale a whimpered sigh a second later.Ā
So Jack just decides to watch you ā he migrates to the desk chair, in hopes of relieving the strain of his prosthetic, but the old floorboards betray him with a soft creak.
You donāt react immediately, but your expression flickers a bit, as a subtle awareness prickles up your spine. You worry, briefly, that someone may be watching you ā you always are, in a way, especially when your headphones are on ā but you struggle now to shake the feeling.
Your eyes flutter open, if only to prove to yourself that thereās no one there, and they widen in shock when they land on Jack in the corner of the room.
āWhat the fuckā?ā you exclaim, clicking the vibrator off with one hand and slinging off your headphones with the other.
Jack startles, too. His hands lift in surrender as a laugh sputters from his lips. āSorry! Sorry, Iā I didnāt mean to scare you.ā
Your face burns red-hot. You can feel the heat climbing up your neck and to your ears as your eyes flit to his eyes and away again. āH-How long have you been standing there?ā
āNot long,ā he shrugs and crosses his strong arms over his chest. His freckled biceps strain against the sleeves of his black tee, which he wears tucked into his camo fatigues. A crooked smile tugs slow at his mouth as he tilts his head. āTwo minutes. Give or take.ā
āI thought you werenāt coming home until laterā Why didnāt you say something?ā
āI tried to,ā he quips, brows raised to his hairline. āBut then I realized you were having a pretty good time in here, soā¦ I didnāt want to interrupt.ā
You bury your burning face into your hands. āThatās so embarrassingā¦ā you groan, muffled into your palms.
Jackās laughter doesnāt make you feel any better.Ā
āWhy is it embarrassing?ā he chuckles as he closes the distance between you.Ā
You can tell that heās limping from the quiet scuff in his step. The mattress sinks under his weight as he sits on the edge of it, relieving the ache in his amputated limb that heās been carrying all day.Ā
He looks over his shoulder at you, lips curling into a sly smirk when he can still hear your headphones playing from just beside you. Itās a muffled, indistinct humming that he canāt quite make out, but itās very obviously someone elseās voice.
He nods towards it, silver curls turning golden in the amber light. āWhat are you listening to over there, huh?ā
āNothing,ā you answer, a little too quickly, as you take the headphones back into your hands.
āOh, yeah?ā he hums. āLet me see.ā
You jerk them away when he reaches out for them. āDonātā¦ā you murmur, all shy, like a scolded child.
āIām not upset, baby,ā he assures with a gritty laugh. āI just wanna know what youāre into. Thatās all.āĀ
He eases the headphone from your grip; this time, with little protest from you. He holds your weary gaze with his glimmering one as he slips them over his own ears. Heās met with a bassy, masculine voice: āāGod, youāre so sexyā¦ Look at how youāre dripping on my fingers, babyā¦ā
You watch, mortified, as confusion etches across his weathered face ā eyes squinting and brows lowering. āWho is this?ā he asks.
āNo one,ā you mutter, gaze averted, as you pick at pills of cotton on the blanket with anxious hands. āHeās justā¦ some guy on the internet. I donāt even know what he looks like, he just makesā¦ You knowā¦ Audio stuff.ā
āAudio stuff, huh?ā Jack echoes with raised brows, before huffing a quiet laugh. āGod, Iām oldā¦ā
He slides the headphones from his silver curls and passes them back to you with something different etched across his features now, something thoughtful. Curious. Interested, even.
āā¦Youāre not mad?ā you wonder in a timid voice.
āWhy would I be mad?ā he scoffs, then bounces a shoulder in a lazy shrug. āI think itās hot. I like knowing what youāre into.ā
He leans in to kiss you, and your stomach does a back flip. His scruff brushes your delicate skin when his lips meet yours. You melt against him with a heavy sigh through your nose, as some of the embarrassment from before slips from your skin.
āCāmon,ā he slurs between his kisses. āKeep listeninā for meā¦ā
You pull back, features screwed. āReally?ā
āYeah,ā he nods once, without taking his unwavering stare off yours.
Your fingers tremble with hesitancy as you go to put the headphones back over your ears. Jackās hand catches your wrist in a soft, calloused grip ā redirecting you with a gentle touch.Ā
āNo,ā he says in a gravelly voice, eyes low and lidded. āLet it play.ā
He reaches over and taps your phone screen with his pointer finger ā once to disconnect the wireless headphones and second to unpause the audio. The voice resumes, sounding a little foreign now as it plays throughout the otherwise silent bedroom.
āāYou always get so sweet for me when I kiss your neck,ā the masculine voice slurs.
Jack doesnāt miss a beat.Ā
He props his fist beside your blanketed thighs and twists his upper body to lean in closer. His warm breath fans over your jaw right before he plants a wet kiss to your neck. Your jaw tightens as you fight back a shiver.
āSee? I can feel your heart racing for meā¦ā the stranger mumbles between mimed kisses. āLet me see if I can find that sweet spot, huh? Rightā¦ hereā¦ā
Jackās teeth graze over your pulse point ā not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch. You raise your hands to his shoulders, balling the fabric of his shirt into your fists. His mouth curls into a slow smile against you, and you sigh when his scruff brushes your delicate skin.
āYou love this, huh?ā Jack mumbles into your skin.
āThis isā¦ā you trail off in mild anguish. āBoth incredibly hot and wildly embarrassing.āĀ
āWhy is it embarrassing?ā the older man laughs, as his lips slide over the thrumming tendon of your neck.
āI donāt knowā¦ā you mumble, trailing your hands up and over his broad shoulders until your fingers find the silver curls at the nape of his neck. āI feel likeā¦ Like you just caught me watching porn or something, and now weāre watching it togetherā It just feels weird.ā
Jack hums against you, as if it were a proposition that needed considering.
āSounds pretty fun to me,ā he hums and pulls off of you with a quiet click. His mouth is softly swollen from his kisses, and his eyes are lidded and glittering with mischief when they lock with yours. āWanna try that later?ā
You swallow hard, features crumpling in distant shame as you squeak out, āYeahā¦ā
Jackās grin widens right before he presses it to your mouth ā in a lengthier and more languid kiss that pushes you slowly back into the mattress again. You sigh hard through your nose when his tongue licks into you, like velvet in your mouth. Your fingers tug harder at his silver curls, and you smile to yourself when he groans quietly against you.
He follows the direction of the foreign male voice spilling from your phone, and it leads him to your spread legs ā where a wet patch has already started to form in the thin cotton of your underwear. You melt into the mattress when his strong arms wrap around your thighs to hug you close against him.
āLook at how wet you are for me, babyā¦ Your pussyās just begging for my mouth, huh? God, youāre such a little slut for me, arenāt you?ā
Jack freezes, mid-kiss on your inner thigh. He flashes you an amused look up your clothed body, clad in one of his oversized t-shirts thatās slipping off your shoulder now.
āDo you like being talked to like that?ā he asks.
Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water for an embarrassing moment. āIā¦ I donāt knowā¦ Maybe?ā
āHmā¦ Good to know,ā Jack nods and gets back to work.
āIāll warm you up with my tongue first, okay? Nice and slowā¦ā
Jack takes the instruction in stride.Ā
He slips his pointer finger in the hem of your panties, slipping the fabric to the side, until your drooling pussy is on display for him ā already needy and craving the orgasm it missed beforehand.Ā
Jack ducks down to lick a fat stripe up the length of your cunt in time with the sound effects of the audio. His tongue slots just perfectly within your silken folds.
Your mouth parts in a silent moan as your head tips back against the pillow. You feel Jack smiling against you when your hips buck instinctively to chase his mouth.Ā
āYou like that?ā he mumbles, in time with the foreign voice playing just beside you.
You exhale a breathless laugh that turns into a moan when Jack returns to your pussy, kissing you there like he would your mouth. He groans against you when your fingers twist harder in his curls; the vibrations only add to your sensitivity. Your whine swells within the walls of the quiet bedroom, entwining with the wet sounds from the audio and the realer ones coming from between your thighs.
āNowā¦ How about I suck on the pretty little clit, huh? Get it nice and swollen for meā¦ā
Your face flares at the overtly crude language.
Jack doesnāt miss a beat.
He spreads your velvety folds with his thumb and forefinger, bearing the most sensitive part of you for him. His lips wrap around your clit a second later, and your thighs clench instinctively around his head. His scruff prickles at your delicate skin when you jerk against him. A cry spills from your parted mouth before you can stop it.
āWait, wait, waitāā you hear yourself say.
Jack pulls off of you with a quiet smack. His eyes are lidded; his mouth is swollen; his chin is coated in a layer of your slick. āToo much?ā he asks.
You lift your head to stare down your body at the man between your thighs, nodding until the words catch up to you. āIāllā Iāll cum too fast if you keep doing that.ā
His brows lift as something teasing swims in his heavy eyes. āIsnāt that the point?ā
Jack returns to your weeping pussy, licking and sucking you there, with noises far more lewd than the ones spilling from the speaker beside your head. There is no further protest from you, as he drags an orgasm from your trembling body ā a much more powerful one than you wouldāve gotten with just your vibrator, had he not walked in on you. His fingers threaten to dig bruises into the plush of your thighs as your hips twitch wildly against his face.
āGood girlā Good fucking girl,ā the strangerās deep voice croons throughout the quiet bedroom, coaching you through the orgasm Jack gives you with nothing but his tongue.
He caresses you gently on the comedown, with his calloused hands and his wet mouth, molding you back together again as he kisses his way back up your trembling body.Ā
The voice on the phone continues while the two of you work with graceless limbs to undress ā your fingers scramble with the buttons of his camo pants while he tugs his shirt up and over his body by the neckline.
A heavy sigh grumbles in the back of Jackās throat when you free his half-hard cock from the confines of his boxers, pulling the hem down beneath his heavy balls. His muscular chest, flushed with need, heaves as you take him into your hand.
āIām gonna fuck you now, okay?ā the masculine voice continues to slur. āYou donāt have to beg for it, baby, Iām gonna give it to you. Iām gonna give you all of itāāĀ
Jack reaches for the phone again while you massage his cock the rest of the way hard; he feels like heavy velvet in your fist. He taps the screen to pause it.
āAlright, enough of that,ā he huffs as he shifts on his knees. āI need to focus.ā
You blink up at him, a little dazed from your lingering orgasm, as a smile curls slowly at your lips. āArenāt you supposed to be good at multitasking, Dr. Abbot?ā
āMultitaskingās for paperwork, baby,ā the older man quips with a smug smirk and a pair of squinted eyes. He takes his stiff cock in his fist and eyes you carefully as you lean back onto your elbows, thighs nice and spread for him. āAnd thisāā
He nudges the drooling tip of his cock against your already sensitive clit and grins wider when your head tips back with a moan.
āThis deserves my full attention, donāt ya think?ā
listening to shawn hatosy call me a good girl and then saying i donāt have to beg for him to fuck me before eating me out wasnāt in my 2026 bingo card but iām not exactly complaining
prone bone with jack abbot sexually explicit content 18+
constantly thinking about early morning prone bone sex with jack; soft yellow sunlight streaming through the linen drapes of your shared bedroom while your jaw is being hugged by jackās meaty, freckled bicep. the bed consistently tapping against the back wall, jackās burly chest pressed against your sweating back, as he slides his shaft in and out of your weeping, sopping cunt.
heās keeping his pace steady, using his thirty-something years of experience against you, rocking his hips against your plump, arched ass. you can almost picture the scarring redness on both your bodyās from the friction, but the pleasure of it is secondary to his leaking tip nudging your spongy walls over and over. your moans fall slightly airy from his arm around your neck, holding your head up to the sky like you should be looking at where youāre making him feel he is. his heavy grunts are right in your ear, harmonizing with the banging headboard, while you do the same with the morning songbirds right outside the window.
itās blatantly obvious heās taking advantage of you both having the same day off; it being such a rare occurrence, thereās an unspoken knowing that your pussy would be stuffed all day. thick fingers push stray hairs off your face before his arm returns to its strict place on your jugular; he takes note of your rising pulse beneath your carotid artery, force of habit. panting with eyes screwed shut, your arm shoots out to the headboard to steady you both. his full, almost aching, balls hit your pussy lips, both covered and dripping in a combined mix of all your slick juices.
those same thick fingers reach up to your parted, tone-carrying lips, and he groans at the feeling of your tongue swirling so desperately on the pads; he keeps his pointer and middle pressing on your pink muscle and bottom-row teeth as he swivels your head back towards him. his stubble runs against your ear, scraping and burning, as he gruffs into it, ācāmon, baby, lemme see you,ā your eyes are tearing as you gag on his digits with a craned neck, āthere she isā¦ stay like that. need to see my girl when i cum in her.ā
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