jack abbot who takes you to a dive bar on your third date hoping to lure you into a game of pool so he can wrap his arms around you, bend you over the pool table, guide the cue in your hands… and he does just that. three beers in and he’s got you leaning over the green felt, your hip pressing into his leg as he shows you how to knock the cue ball forward. your first turn in your little game you flick your eyes up at him, dipped at an angle where he can see right down the front of your shirt. you knock in your first shot with practiced ease, standing with a smug grin on your face.
you hadn’t needed him to show you anything. you had been fucking with him, letting him bend you over and ‘teach’ you when it was clear, at least now, that you had needed no instruction at all. a lesser man would feel insecure, wounded even, but not jack. he feels himself getting hard watching you bend over in front of him, sticking your ass out in a way that just has to be on purpose as you land shot after shot. soon after you finish your game, in which you completely smoke him, he’s got you in the back seat of his truck, spread wide for him, knuckle deep in your pussy.
“that feel good my lil’ hustler?” he murmurs against your neck and he pumps in and out of you at an aching pace, your moans and whimpers filling the car.
“mmn,” you whine, back pressed to his front, his hand shoved into your jeans as you writhe wrong in ecstasy, “feels so fucking good,”
“yeah?” he rasps in your ear, “pretendin’ you need me to show you how to play so your could press your ass into my cock?”
“yeah,” you whimper, titling your head back so you can look up at him, “just wanted you to touch me,”
“i’m touchin’ you now, pretty girl,” he says, voice dripping with desire. you bring your hand up to the silver curls at the base of his neck, pulling him down into a desperate, searing kiss, the sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers the only thing you can hear over the thud of your pulse in your ears.
“jack,” you moan into him before you slide your tongue past his lips, licking into every corner of his mouth, desperate to have him consume you. he groans against you as he feels your pussy flutter and spasm around his thick fingers, smiling into your kiss, knowing you’re close.
“come for me, beautiful,” he growls and you entirely fall apart against him, moaning and shaking and whimpering as your orgasm rips through you and jack swallows every sound you make. he keeps fucking you on his fingers as you come down. slowly he pulls his fingers from your swollen pussy, making you wince at the empty feeling he leaves behind. he sucks the cum off his fingers as he keeps his eyes locked on yours, you watch him with your lips parted as you try to catch your breath.
“you’re so pretty,” jack mumbles, cupping your jaw, leaning into you, placing a deliciously slow kiss on your mouth. you giggle against his lips.
“i’m glad your not mad i- uh- beat you,” you say, playing with his fingers.
“why would i be mad?” jack pulls his head back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“no- i just- some guys don’t like when i’m better than them- I’ve just gotten mixed reactions in the past,” you look up at him with an adorable twinkle in your eye.
“well i found it incredibly sexy,” jack says, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“mm,” you hum with a smile, “i thought you might,”
“but you do realize the problem now, don’t you?” jack says, voice serious.
“what?” you say, your voice waivers with worry.
“now you gotta teach me how to be a pool shark,” jack smiles down at you as you break into a grin, pulling him down to a sweet kiss.
“i am happy to bend you over a pool table anytime,” you giggle.
“thank god,” jack smiles, placing another lingering kiss on your mouth.
✰summary: Comfort shower bench sex with Jack after an emotionally taxing night shift at the Pitt.
✰wc: 1.5k✰
✰a/n: shower sex with jack thats the premise. but i really wanted to write him using mobility aids, like a custom wheelchair and a shower bench for disability pride month. because way too many fics exclude the fact that Jack is disabled. and because i read one too many shower sex fic where Jack was standing so I wrote this :) ✰ (i know thats andy just ignore it lol).
✰ warnings: shower sex. mention of/alluding to an age gap ✰
Jack unlocks his door and opens it for you to walk through first. It wasn't the first time you've been in Abbot's house or the first time you've stayed the night/morning with him. Over the course of your relationship, his house had become a second home. As you enter through the front door, his hand brushes against your lower back as he walks past you and towards his living room.
"I think there's leftovers in the fridge you can help yourself to." He tells you as he sits on his couch, taking off his prosthetic.
You appreciate it, but food is the last thing on your mind. The adrenaline that carried you through the last 3 hours of your shift had dissolved and left you with exhaustion, and the only thing that is on your mind is a hot shower.
"Thanks, maybe later I'm not really hungry."
Jack's head instantly lifts to look at you, with his brows raised. You already know what he's going to say. Something you've heard before, so you speak before he says anything.
"I promise I'll eat later. I just really want a shower right now."
Jack relaxes, but you can tell he won't let it slip your mind. "Promise? Because the 2 protein bars you had during your shift aren't anywhere near enough food."
You nod, going to where he was sitting on his couch. You bend over slightly, just enough to press your lips against his. His hands go to your hips as he kisses you back. When you pull away, you nod. "I promise. Just really want a shower first."
His hand rubs your waist. "Alright, honey."
You leave the living room and go to his bedroom. Grabbing one of his shirts out of his dresser and the extra pair of underwear you keep in your bag for your shift. After Dennis' first day, you've always kept a set or two of a change of clothes, just to be safe.
You enter his en suite bathroom and set your clothes down on the counter, and turning on the shower. You take off your clothes, leaving them on the floor, then step into the shower.
Instantly feeling refreshed as the hot water pours down and hits your body. Your eyes close as you stand underneath his showerhead. Just letting the water run over you for a bit first. You're so relaxed that you don't notice Jack has entered the bathroom until you hear the bathroom door close behind him.
You look through the glass door and watch as Jack wheels his wheelchair further into the bathroom. "Can I join?" He asks quietly in his familiar low voice.
You nod, "Yeah. Was hoping you would, honestly."
He smiles as he takes off his shirt and pants. You watch, shamelessly taking in his attractive body. His large chest and biceps. The freckles that decorate along his skin.
"Enjoying the view?" His voice breaks you out of your trance of admiring him. You step back, towards the front of the show, to give him room to transfer from his wheelchair to his shower bench. You stay standing near the front, but after Jack is sitting on the bench, he motions for you to come closer.
You listen, taking a few steps closer to the bench until his hands land on your hips, and he pulls you closer to him until you're sitting on his thigh. He dips his head against your shoulder as you play with the curls at the back of his neck.
"Well, it was kinda hard not to enjoy it. It's a pretty hot view."
That earns a laugh from him. He presses a few kisses along your jaw and neck. "My view isn't too bad either." Jack's hands run along your body, groping and squeezing your tits in his large hands.
You head tilts back over his shoulder, letting out a moan.
"Jack."
You turn your head until his lips are in front of you. You hold his scruffy jaw and press your lips against his.
"You know." You start, saying in between kisses, before stopping to finish your sentence. "I didn't realize this was a shower bench when I first used your shower." You admit as he continues to caress your body.
Jack's head tilts, both amused and confused. "Oh yeah? What'd you think it was?" He asks.
You plant another kiss on his jaw before laughing. "Don't laugh at me. But I thought it was a really long shelf."
Of course, though he does, you're met with a laugh. "A really long shelf? Seriously?" He cracks another laugh as his hands move across your thighs. "Such a shame you're only book smarts and not street smarts, huh? I mean getting through med school. A breeze. Recognizing a shower bench, though, thats a struggle."
"It's dark in here! And I just didn't realize what it was the first few times."
His lips go to yours, and he kisses you again. His hand travels from your inner thigh towards your pussy. His fingers rub over your cit, then move along your folds before slowly sliding his index and middle finger inside you. He moves his fingers inside you. The hot water from the showerhead adds to your wetness. His fingers move easily in and out of you.
Your lips move against his as he continues fucking you with his fingers. You break the kiss, letting out a few hushed whines and moans of pleasure.
"Jack. Need you in me. Please." You beg.
"What do you want?" He asks, still moving his finger inside you.
"Jack," You whine because you know he knows what you want.
"Say it." he directs quietly.
"I want your cock in me." You say breathlessly. "Please"
He carefully removes his fingers from you and presses a kiss to your temple. "See, that wasn't so hard wasn't?"
An annoyed groan leaves your lips. "You're so annoying."
Jack's eyebrows raise, faking offense. "You're doing a shitty job of convincing me to fuck you, just so you kn-"
You take his cock into your hands, and stroke it up and down, causing him to cut himself off with a moan. You move your hands up and down his shaft. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing your speed. Jack's head tilts over your shoulder as you continue to jerk him off, rubbing his tip with your thumb.
His hand goes over your stopping it. "Sweetheart, I'm in my 50s, and if I cum now, then I'm down for the count."
You let out a small laugh. "I don't know, I think you could manage." You start to move your hand again, and he groans, stopping your hand with his hands once again.
"Baby." He shifts your weight on his lap a bit. "Trust me, I know my limits. 20 years ago maybe. But today, yeah, I'd be down for the count. "
A laugh escapes you. A part of you wants to make him cum, just to annoy him. But the other part knows that he is right.
"You know, they make these little pills. They might be helpful with your situation, as a doctor I'm sure you're familiar with it, Vi-"
He gently pinches your ass to shut you up, and before you can respond, he presses a rushed and aggressive kiss, further shutting you up. His fingers skim across your back and pull you deeper into him. As your lips are on his, he gently lifts your hips, just enough for you to sink onto his cock.
The feeling of him inside you causes you to moan against his lips. You carefully move your hips, rolling them against his.
"Fuck honey, you feel so good," Jack mutters in between kissing your lips.
You moan against his lips as he continues to move inside you. His hand slips between your thighs and rubs your clit.
"Jack…" you moan again, burying your head against his neck.
He whispers your name, caressing your back softly while fucking into you.
"You take me so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me, baby." He praises you. His hand moves from your back up to the back of your head that's still buried in the side of his neck, cradling it.
The mix of his cock filling you, his soft low voice praising you, and his thumb rubbing along your clit reduces you to nothing more than a mess of whimpers, moans, and cries of his name.
You continue riding him, while the shower head pours over both of your bodies. Moving your hips with his, chasing your release until it washes over you and your cuming on his cock. Nails digging into Jack's back as he talks you through it.
"There you go, baby. Cum for me." His low voice comforts you as you come down from your release.
His own orgasm happens not too long after yours; he cums inside you with a few moans. His hands squeeze your waist. Both of you are breathing hard.
He rubs your back a bit before reaching over and grabbing his shower gel. "You ready to actually get clean now?"
You think about it. "Can we sit here for a bit first?"
Jack nods, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. "Of course."
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if i think too much about the possibility of a new mel stress being her crush on a married man i get so hard that i pass out and bust my head on the concrete and bleed out and die. From all that buzz.
when armand wants something (love, attention, an apology) from someone (louis, daniel, louis again) so he tortures them until he gets it and then gets distraught when it doesn't feel real
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