imagining s1 pope and his girl who has sensitive tits and he loves playing with them..
cw: s1! pope, f! reader, soft(?) dom! pope, pope is a certified titty sucker, his big ahh hands 🤤, intense eye contact (you love it)
your nails dragged through the short curls that sat on top of pope’s head, back arched against his mouth, the rough drag of his teeth against your already over sensitive nipple causing your toes to curl, a moan tumbling out of your mouth.
one of his large hands swept over your other nipple, tugging it between two of his thick fingers before letting go, smoothing it over with his palm before his lips encircled that one, his fingers now working the abandoned nipple.
“andy, fuck. go easy, honey, ‘m sensitive, please.”
pope grunts out against your chest, heavy gaze locking onto your glazed over eyes from where he was situated between your tits, rolling his face between them as he sucked dark marks on the underside of each.
“how ‘m i supposed to go easy when my two favorite girls are right in front of my face, sweetheart?”
he spoke in a raspy tone, tongue peaking out from between his lips as he nosed over your perked up nipples, sucking each into his mouth once more before covering them both in his large, heavy hands, his lips seeking out yours in a heavy kiss, tongues rolling against each other in a mess of hot breaths and thick saliva.
messy, dirty, and all his, every inch of you- from head to pretty manicured toes (paid for in cash by him, obviously).
a/n: god s1 pope has been heavy on my mind lately, need him desperately.. hope y’all enjoy xoxo
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader (but this time, he's a serial killer and you're his stalker, whoops!)
Summary: You have been a pain in the ass since the moment you stepped foot into Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center for your residency but not for the reasons people might think. Everyone thinks you just annoy the shit of Dr. Jack Abbot, and you do. Because you know his big secret.
He kills people in his off time. And you stalk him on yours, which is how you found out.
So, how is he going to get you to keep quiet? By making you his.
Word Count: 12.1k
A/N: Oh no! I'm in love with a man who kills bad people for fun!
This fic is really just an excuse to write the copious amount of daddy kink I've been craving (also Jack calls you “baby girl” and you love it! because I do, sorry!), with a nice sprinkling of a little murder.
As always, you can check out all the warnings on my AO3. I would maybe classify this as a dark fic given the serial killer aspect but it's actually pretty sweet and mushy all things considered! With lots and lots of porn (who saw that one coming? ha!).
Hope it's a fun read ♡
Your therapist says it's healthy to have hobbies, to spend your free time doing something that sparks joy. You tell her you've been enjoying your new interest in photography very much.
Because you've been taking a lot of fantastic photos of your attending, Dr. Jack Abbot.
Your favorite photos so far are the ones from when he's on duty for SWAT. He looks the best in that uniform. You're kind of sick of seeing him in scrubs all the time at the hospital.
Though, he looks great in scrubs. Even better when he's chopping up bodies while wearing them.
Jack doesn't wear a mask when he's in his workshop. He likes the taste of blood, the way it feels when it splatters on his face.
Especially when his victim is still alive, still screaming.
“Shhhh.” He cuts another line straight down the abdomen, a beautifully even line that's perfectly parallel with his last one on this scumbag's chest using his trusty scalpel. “I'm not done yet. You've got at least four more to go. Though, maybe I should count the attempted rapes too. I know you have a few of those on record.”
You watch from the vent of the warehouse Jack owns. You found it after you hacked into the property records database to see where he lived. He was smart enough not to put it under his name. But you're smart enough to know Joel Barish is a character in one of his favorite movies. And “Joel” owns this warehouse.
It took you a while to find the right vantage point. He has cameras installed all over the place. You didn't have much time after you killed the power a few weeks ago to look around and see where you could hide when you came here. You luckily found this cozy little vent that you can crawl into from the outside. He never uses the HVAC system, thankfully.
He wouldn't be able to. You cut all the wires for it the moment you figured out how perfect it would be for your purposes. You store your equipment all over the vent system.
Jack has been overly cautious since that power outage. It was only for a few minutes before the back up generator kicked on but…when he did tests, every time the power got cut, the generator would always go on two minutes after.
It took seven that time. When it only took two every time he tested after that day.
He doesn't know if he's being paranoid or not.
He definitely isn't, but you're very good at being as quiet as a mouse.
Well, unless you're at work. Then, you're as loud as you can be. Just because you know it'll earn you an annoyed glare from your attending.
A glare that you wish you could capture on camera…but he only ever glares at you!
You sigh, grabbing your stuff from your work locker, reminiscing about all the death glares Jack gave you all throughout your shift. You will be getting that on film one of these days.
You close your work locker and let out a shriek when Jack is right next to you. “Dr. Abbot! You scared me…”
“I need to talk to you.” He has his backpack on. He's ready to leave.
“About what?” You tilt your head in confusion. “Did something happen with one of my patients?”
He lowers his voice, his lips almost grazing your ear as he whispers close, “just get in my truck.”
You try to contain your excitement, doing your best to hide the thrill that rushes through you at his proximity.
You should leave. There's no reason for you to listen to him. No one would bat an eyelash at you brushing him off and walking away from him.
Everyone knows he hates you and you love bothering him.
Which is why you don't hide the smile on your face as you whisper back, “did you find my gift?”
His jaw cracks, that glorious anger coloring his face.
You play with him a little more by loudly exclaiming, “oh thank you so much, Dr. Abbot! I really needed a ride home this morning. I knew you had a soft spot for me.”
You flash him a bigger grin, since you said that loud enough that everyone knows you and him will be leaving together. Meaning it won't look good if you don't show up for work later. He'll have been the last one to see you alive, after all.
“Of course.” Jack pretends to be nice. Then, he places his hand on your back and proceeds to shove you forward. “Come on, let's go.”
You hold back how giddy you are when you buckle into the passenger seat of his truck. Jack adjusts his rearview mirror, then turns to you, his eyes maintaining that glare of his.
“How long have you known?” He asks, starting his truck, the engine roaring to life.
“Known what, Dr. Abbot?” You feign ignorance.
“Oh quit it with that fake bullshit.” His words make you giggle.
“I have no clue what you're talking about.” You pout at him. “Am I in trouble?”
“It sounds like you want to be.” Jack doesn't understand why you keep testing his patience.
You do this with everything. You always question his decisions on the floor. You always talk back to him. You always second guess him. You always answer all his educational questions perfectly, even when he's trying to catch you off guard.
He wants to wipe that bratty look off your face. The face you make when he knows you're purposefully being a pain in the ass.
“Dr. Abbot, where are we going?” You ask him, pretending to be very confused. “I haven't told you my address yet. How do you know where I live?”
He scoffs at your acting. “You know where we're going and it definitely isn't your place.”
“You aren't going to murder me, are you?” You smile a little too wide. “I thought you only killed recently released rapists or violent abusers. I certainly don't match either of those descriptions.”
“There's a first time for everything.” He says through gritted teeth. “Maybe you'll be the first annoying little brat I kill.”
“What did I do?” You bat your eyelashes at him and he just lets out an annoyed grumble in response.
Jack doesn't speak to you for the rest of the drive. He always parks in the forested area a mile away from the warehouse, since he can pretend he's going on one of the nearby hikes if anyone ever sees his truck here.
It's a good workout for him to carry the limp body of whatever victim he has to his workshop.
Keeps him physically fit.
Which is why he is able to sling you over his shoulder and carry you as he treks towards the warehouse.
“I can walk myself, you know.” You don't mind the carry but it would be easier on him not to do this.
“Shut up.” Jack isn't in the mood to talk to you. Not until he is in the safe space of his soundproof workshop.
A safe space you have tainted.
Once he gets inside, Jack tosses you onto the stainless steel table he usually performs his torture sessions on. You have dreamed of laying right here, with him hovering above you. You try not to look too excited as he cuffs your wrists and ankles.
“You shouldn't be happy about this.” He doesn't get you.
How are you not freaked out? How are you so calm? He literally has you cuffed to the same table where he has killed people before.
And you're ecstatic to be here.
“I wish you could take a photo…” You let out a sad sigh. “But I know you don't bring your phone.”
He had you leave all your stuff behind too.
“Why did you take this?” Jack shows you the photo you dropped into his warehouse a few days ago on a whim. To spice up your life a little, and his.
It's a photo of him, sleeping in his bed.
“Because you look so peaceful when you're asleep.” That is the truth.
You like snapping photos of him while he's asleep. He never keeps his indoor cameras on while he's home. At least not the ones in his bedroom.
“Why have you been taking photos of me?” He shows you another photo, this one a bit more scandalous. He's covered in blood after a kill, doing that deadly smirk you like so much.
You didn't drop that one.
Oh no, did he find your—
Jack grabs your chin, making you look at him, “hey, I'm talking to you. Pay attention.”
“Please tell me you didn't destroy my cameras.” You have so much undeveloped film! “Those cost my whole check…”
“I haven't destroyed anything. But I will if you don't answer me.”
You breathe out a sigh of relief. You really did not want to lose all those photos. There's tons of gorgeous shots of him in his SWAT uniform during a particularly grueling raid last week that you haven't developed yet.
You love the look he has on his face when he's focused. You love his face, honestly.
That's why you answer so easily, “I think you're handsome.”
“What?” Jack was not expecting that.
He assumed you were planning to use this as blackmail of some kind for a letter of recommendation. You wouldn't need his, though. Any attending would write you one.
Despite how much of a hindrance you can be, Jack can tell you will become a great doctor. You're incredibly determined. You'll go on to do amazing things.
Which is why he doesn't understand you at all…like when you tell him, “I like you.”
The wires cross in his brain. He isn't sure he heard you right.
It gets particularly confusing when you add, “especially when you're mad. You look really hot when you're mad.”
“Are you fucking with me?” He's old enough to be your father.
There's no way you actually find him attractive.
But you do. “I stalked you for a reason. You don't think I'd stalk just anyone, right?”
“How the fuck should I know? I don't know anything about you.” Other than the fact that you like him apparently…
“I know a lot about you.” You list off a bunch of things and you chuckle at his shocked expression.
You know everything there is to know about Dr. Jack Abbot. He's the object of all your desires, after all. And when you latch onto someone, you don't let go easy.
“Why…me?” Jack doesn't see what is so attractive about him, especially given how much you know about his favorite pastime.
You find it cute that he can't see how drawn you are to him. To the intense drive he has towards any goal he sets his mind to. To the kindness he displays at work to those experiencing the toughest of times. To the murderous, sadistic high he gets from killing bad people.
It's easy to like him. “We're a lot alike.”
“We are not alike.” He rolls his eyes at you. The two of you are polar opposites, that much he is certain.
“Maybe I should phrase that better. We like a lot of the same things.” You say with a smile.
“I like killing people.” He is outright about that. He knows you know, so he's not going to sugarcoat it. “I like cutting them open, pulling out their organs one by one, before piecing them back together like a puzzle.”
“Yeah, I know. I've watched you do it.” You were going to buy a video camera next!
“You know. You've watched. And you still like me?” This must be some kind of ruse.
There's no way you actually like him when he is seriously fucked up…
“Is that bad?” You tug at your cuffs. “Should I start thrashing around, crying and screaming “oh please Dr. Abbot, don't kill me!”?”
Jack hates how his body reacts to that.
He hates it.
He hates it so much…because he hasn't felt that feeling in a long time.
The subtle twitch of his cock, the blood rushing there. He thought he wasn't capable anymore, something that just happened with age.
But he's realizing now it's because he hadn't encountered anyone who sparked the feeling in him.
But you have. Somehow.
With the way you're acting out right now.
You blink away fake tears, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, pretending to be scared, “please, I-I'll be a good girl, just don't hurt me, Dr. Abbot.”
“Stop that.” His hands grip the metal table hard enough that he can see his knuckles shine through. “Be fucking quiet.”
“I'm s-so sorry, p-please don't get angry with m-me.” You throw in a little hiccup, to really sell it.
What are you doing to him?
Why is he reacting to this, to you of all things?
His cock is throbbing in his scrubs. He hasn't gotten this hard in years.
“I'm going to kill you for this.” He doesn't know if he's being serious or just playing into the role you're setting up for him.
But it doesn't look like you care if you live or die. You just love that you get to spend time with him like this.
You'd do anything to spend quality time with Jack, including act out his darkest fantasies.
“No, no, no!” You shake your head, tugging at your restraints, the metal clinking in that harmonious way Jack loves so much. “Please don't kill me. I'll do anything you want. Anything.”
“Anything?” He licks his lips, giving you the same look he has on his face when he's about to go in for the kill.
It gives you such a rush seeing him look at you like that.
You nod furiously. “Anything you want, Dr. Abbot. I'm all yours.”
Jack has no idea why you saying that is enough for him to want you. Specifically beneath him, wriggling around, tears streaming down your face as he pounds his hard cock into you over and over again, your voice raspy from the moans he forces out of you.
He wants you to be all his. He wants to own you.
So, that's what he'll do.
“You're coming home with me.” He tells you, grabbing a hold of your face again. “You're never leaving my sight again.”
“Okay.” You don't want to look too eager but this is more than you hoped for. “I promise I won't be any trouble.”
“That's a lie.” He lets out with a low chuckle, smirking at you so beautifully that you wish you had your camera right now.
You smirk back at him. “See? You do know me.”
Jack unlocks your cuffs, letting you sit up. You rub your wrists and he grabs one of them, examining it. You have a few micro-cuts chafing your wrists from the sharp metal. He goes to grab some disinfectant and cleans your little wounds.
“You don't have to do that.” You tell him. “It doesn't hurt.”
“You're my property now. I take care of my property.” He checks your ankles, cleaning them too.
“Should I call you Master then?” You ask him, maintaining your happy grin at this development.
Jack seriously can't stand you. You and your fucking boundary pushing. Always testing his limits, always teetering him on the verge of insanity.
Well, if you insist on calling him anything…he might as well tailor it to his liking. He might as well mold you into the object of all his desires too.
“No, not Master.” He gets up from his kneel, then grabs you by the chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he instructs, “at home, you call me Daddy. Got it?”
“So, I'm just Daddy's property?” You want to make sure you're getting your role right, kissing his thumb. He bites back a groan when you let him push it past your soft lips, your tongue swirling around the tip of his thumb before sucking on it lightly, making him wish it was his cock instead.
“You're going to be Daddy's good little girl.” Jack can't believe how much he wants to fuck you right now. He has to pull his hand away from you or he might just give in.
He hasn't felt this kind of arousal in ages. But here you are, sparking such need inside of him.
“Can I still be a brat at work?” You ask with a cute pout. “Please, Daddy?”
He clicks his tongue, annoyed. But he probably shouldn't have you act any differently at work. People definitely don't need to know about any of this.
“Fine.” He agrees. “But only at work. You listen to me everywhere else. Including here.”
You beam at him then. “Are you saying I get to come here with you and help?”
“I could teach you a lot of medicine here.”
You'll get tons of hands-on experience you wouldn't be able to at the hospital. Since here, you don't have to worry about accidentally killing them. They're going to die anyway.
Jack can show you all sorts of procedures that you would otherwise never get to do. And he finds himself feeling a bit strange, because excitement blooms in his chest. He's excited to teach you, his eager student.
“I'd like that a lot.” You allow yourself to look very giddy now. “Thank you so much for the opportunity.”
“No more photos, though.” Jack will keep all your equipment here, for insurance. “And no stalking other people.”
“That's easy. I've only ever stalked you anyway.” But now you won't have to if you'll be living with him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jack is giving you an out. He'll turn a blind eye if you want to leave now.
But the moment you stay, you aren't leaving him until you die. He'll kill you himself.
“Yes, Daddy.” You hop off the table, walking up to him, arms open wide. “I want to be here with you. Can I have a hug?”
Jack hasn't really hugged anyone in a while. Not like this.
But there you are, standing in front of him, looking all precious, waiting to be held.
He can't possibly reject so he wraps his arms around you, cradling you in his grip, resting his head on top of yours. You squeeze him, rubbing your face happily against his warm chest.
You've always wanted to hug him, among other things. But you knew he'd be a good hugger. You were always jealous of the patients who got to hug him. Especially now that you've experienced how lovely it is to be held by him.
Jack doesn't like how fast his heart is beating right now. Or how much he wants this not to end.
So he has to guarantee it won't ever end. “You're not allowed to leave me, ever.”
“I won't.” You cross your heart. “I promise. You can put a little tracker on me if you want.”
If you were pressed up any closer to him, you would've felt Jack's cock twitch. He really likes that idea. He'll have to figure out how he wants to do that.
Should he embed it into your body? Where?
Maybe in your hip? Or your soft thighs?
His eyes trail down your body, desire flooding his senses.
“You should've taken the out.” He shakes his head at you. “You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.”
“If you want to touch me, you can touch me.” You invite him to do so, gesturing to your body. “We can fuck right here if you want.”
“No.” He won't do that. No body fluids traceable back to him here. He is very careful when it comes to his workshop.
“Will we?” You ask him. You want something else to look forward to besides living with him.
“Yes, once I get some protection.” He should probably buy condoms. A lot of condoms.
“You don't have to.” You point to your arm, pressing into your skin, showing him your implant. “I'm protected and clean. You can check my chart. Oh! I can also take it out.”
“You'd…take it out?” He's unsure if he's understanding you correctly.
“If you want me to.” You take a hold of his hand, laying it on your lower belly. “You own me, which includes right here.”
That does it. That's the straw that breaks him. He needs you desperately.
Jack hauls you over his shoulder immediately. You giggle as he walks very quickly back to his truck. He's ready to get home. He wants to fuck you right away.
He might just do it in the bed of his truck. At least once. Just to get it out of his system.
Fuck it, he will.
Jack drops you back there and you smile when his lips come crashing down onto yours. He hasn't kissed anyone since his wife passed. That was more than two decades ago. Around the same time he started killing people.
Isn't that also how old you are?
He's been killing people your whole lifespan. And you don't care at all.
You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your hands in his soft hair. He grinds his hips against yours and his cock hardens even more when you moan against his lips.
“I'm not going to last very long.” He warns.
It's definitely going to take him a while to get back into the rhythm of having sex so he wants to be realistic with you.
You don't mind at all. You're happy to accommodate him as best you can.
“Then, do you want me to put you in my mouth and you can fuck me when we're home?” You offer but he shakes his head.
“I need to be inside my baby girl's pussy.” He's not going to cum anywhere else.
“I'm ready for you whenever.” You don't mind if he just plows into you. It might hurt but you're his to use as he pleases.
“No, you're not.” Jack isn't going to fuck you until he has had a taste.
He tugs your pants off, laying them down beneath you so your bare ass isn't on the cold metal of the car. You spread your legs for him, making him groan. He can't stand how willing you are. You're too perfect.
His perfect baby girl.
You are not expecting him to just dive right now, keeping your thighs apart with his hands as his tongue drags up and down your folds, sending full body shivers through you. He likes how wet you are for him, how good you smell, how nice you taste.
If you're this delicious after a twelve hour shift, he knows he can eat you out whenever he wants. And he definitely wants to, a lot.
You're surprised at how quickly he learns what makes you feel good. He watches your reactions, figuring out exactly how to maneuver his tongue to get you grinding your hips against his face. But he doesn't let you cum.
He gets you close and then purposefully ignores your now swollen clit. You whine, wanting to finish but you can't.
“Please, Daddy.” You beg because you figure he wants you to. “I want to cum so badly.”
“Sorry, baby girl. You don't get to cum anywhere except on my cock.” He keeps edging you until tears are dripping from your eyes and you're wriggling in his hold, desperate for more friction.
“Please fuck me.” You want to cum. You need to cum. “Please, please, please.”
“I didn't realize my baby girl was so needy.” He flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue and you wish that was enough to send you over the edge but it isn't.
“I am.” You definitely are. “I need you.”
“Daddy's not ready yet.” That's a lie. Jack is harder than he has ever been. He could cum in his pants right now at how adorable you look all flustered and full of need.
But if he's going to finish quickly, then he needs to make sure you're going to cum like crazy the moment he puts his cock inside of you.
He waits until you're aching, dripping so much between your legs that there's no way he doesn't slip right in. It's only then that he finally pulls down his pants, letting you see his cock for the first time.
Relief floods your system, knowing he's going to fuck you and make you cum.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby girl.” He wants to look at your beautiful ass while he fucks you.
You listen without hesitation, needing him to take you already. He spreads your folds, lining his cock up, the tip of it pressing against your entrance.
Then, Jack rams the entire length of his cock inside of you in a singular thrust and stars flood your vision right away. You cum so hard that you're spasming around his cock, your pussy clenching tightly around him. He nearly cums right there but he holds it together for a bit longer so he can fuck you through your orgasm.
“Say my name as you cum.” He says, pounding into you from behind, reveling in the sound of you moaning his name over and over. “Good girl. That's Daddy's baby girl. Moan louder. Let everyone know who's fucking you.”
“Jack, I can't stop cumming—” It's like the moment he stopped edging you, your body couldn't hold it in anymore.
You start squirting when he cums inside of you, the feeling of his hot release triggering your own. You're gasping for air as your whole body shakes, wetness dripping down your legs. You don't know if it's his cum or yours but you feel spent either way.
Jack doesn't let you take a break, though. He pulls out of you then quickly replaces his cock with his fingers, teasing the spot the tip of his cock was ramming up against inside of you. He curls his fingers and you drench his hand in response, your orgasm uncontrollable.
“Oh god, Jack, please, I can't—” You're going to break if you cum that hard again.
“Who do you beg if you want it to stop?”
“Daddy, please, I can't cum anymore. It's too much, it's too—” You let out a cry when he starts moving his fingers side to side, pulling out another unbelievable orgasm that has you convulsing at his touch.
“One more time and then we'll go home.” He wants to see you make a mess of yourself once more and then he'll free you from his torment.
You cum so hard, squirting all over his hand, screaming his name. You collapse onto the bed of the truck once he pops his fingers out of you, your body unable to hold yourself up any longer.
Jack leaves and comes back with a pair of shorts, which he always keep in his backpack in case he needs a change of clothes, slipping them on you since you've ruined your pants. You let him lift you up into his arms and he helps buckle you into the passenger seat of his truck.
Then, you're both on your way to his place.
Though, you do convince him to stop by your place first, so you can gather some things to bring with you since you'll be moving in.
Jack lives in a rather modest house, despite his salary. He rarely spends money so he has plenty of it. He would rather save the money for his unconventional hobby of killing bad people. It isn't cheap to drive out to a prison the moment a known rapist finishes their time.
You have been in his house plenty of times but this is the first time you are a guest and not someone sneaking in.
He does ask you about it. “How did you get around my cameras?”
“I looped the feeds.” You know Jack doesn't watch his cameras often. He lives in a very safe neighborhood. The cameras are there mainly because of his time doing surveillance for the military. Better to have them than not.
“But that would require…”
“If I found out where you live and the warehouse you bought, do you really think I couldn't hack into your phone and your computer?” You chuckle at his astonishment. “You're lucky I want to be a doctor. I would've made a great hacker.”
“You hacked into my…” Jack understands now why you said you and him like the same things.
“We don't have to talk about the porn videos.” You smirk and he glares at you.
You know your interests align because while Jack rarely jerks off, he does, on occasion, like to watch porn in an attempt to. And all the porn he watches lines up very well with your kinks.
“No bratty behavior in my house.” He won't warn you again.
“I'm sorry, Daddy.” You walk up to him, giving him a hug. “I'll be good. Can we bathe together?”
“Would you like that?” He cups your face, loving the way you smile up at him as you nod. “Okay, baby girl. Go run the bath. You know where it is.”
You giggle at him saying that. Of course you know where it is. You know where everything is in this house!
You lean up to give him a quick peck on the lips before you skip away towards the bathroom. Jack lets out a little huff, his heart hammering in his chest from how cute you are.
It feels odd for him to feel so much. Usually he only feels something when he's at work or in his workshop killing someone. The adrenaline helps him feel more prominently.
But right now, he feels plenty even though he isn't rushing into danger, trying to save a life, trying to end a life, none of that.
He's happy just to be home with you.
Jack contemplates the warmth he feels while the two of you are bathing together. You made it a bubble bath, scooping up the bubbles in your hands and blowing, making them float in the air, laughing when they pop. Jack lays his chin against your shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, keeping you locked up against his chest. He hasn't been this close with anyone in a long time. Definitely not skin to skin.
“Everything okay?” You turn your head to look at him, seeing the sad expression on his face. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing, baby girl.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Just tired.”
You know he's lying. You feel bad. You're enjoying yourself a lot. You wish he would too.
“Can we sleep together?” You ask because you've always wanted to. “I want to cuddle in bed with my Daddy.”
“Really?” That seems to perk him up.
So, he's feeling a little worried. You get it. He's been alone for a long time. Suddenly having someone want to be around him must feel unbelievable.
You have to help him believe in you. “I really like you, Jack. I'm not going anywhere, I promise.”
“Shouldn't you want someone your age? Someone who doesn't…murder people in his free time?” Jack sighs. He should let you go.
You're obviously a sweet girl. You're going to be a great doctor. Despite your attitude at work, he knows you're brilliant. Way too good for someone like him, who is weathered from too many bad things.
But you continue to surprise him.
“What's the fun in that?” You lean back into him, nuzzling the crook of his neck with your face. “Maybe I should be asking you if you want a bratty resident who stalks you to be bathing with you right now.”
“I do.” He admits, holding you a little closer. “Is that okay?”
“Of course.” You lean up to kiss him on the cheek then he leans down to kiss you on the lips, slowly deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth to play with yours.
You feel his cock hardening against your back. Jack is a little startled by it. He didn't think he'd bounce back to life so soon.
You don't ask for permission. You just turn around, straddling his lap. Jack grabs his cock and lines it up at your entrance before you sink down onto it. He groans into your shoulder when you tighten up around him.
“Let's do this often.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Bathe together or have sex?”
“Both.” You smile then lay your head against his shoulder. “I like both a lot.”
The two of you sit there a while, his cock buried inside of you, enjoying the warmth of your pussy, kissing each other. Jack doesn't know when he cums. He definitely does. But he's more wrapped up in how good it feels to kiss you, your lips so eager to meet his.
“We're like prunes.” You giggle when you and Jack are cuddling in his bed, looking at your fingers.
“I think I just look like that.” He knows he has plenty of wrinkles.
His heart skips a beat when you kiss the ones on his face, peppering little kisses all over him.
“I love your wrinkles.” You tell him. “Gives you character.”
“I wonder if you'll be saying that when you have them.” He pinches your nose and you pout.
“I would hope you like them on me.”
“You would be beautiful regardless.” His compliment throws you. He hasn't called you beautiful before. He notices your shock. “Is something wrong?”
“No, not at all.” You lay closer to him, snuggling him. “I'm just really happy you think I'm beautiful.”
“Anyone would.” It's why, even though you irritate him at work, he could never take his eyes off of you.
“I only care that you do.” You want to be special to him.
“You're my beautiful baby girl.” He presses a kiss onto your forehead. “Now let's sleep before our shifts.”
Jack sleeps so well that he almost sleeps through his alarm. But you shake him awake rather furiously, asking, “how do I turn that off!”
You've been trying to shut it off for the last minute and a half. The thing keeps blaring the most annoying sound! But it won't shut off no matter how many times you smack the snooze button…
“Oh shit.” He goes to grab it, solving the puzzle, then sets the alarm clock back down. “It's a puzzle box alarm. You have to put it together. Changes every time.”
“I see now why you're always so grumpy when you come into work.” You say with a yawn. “If that's how you usually wake up.”
“How should I wake up from now on, then?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
Though, he should've guessed what you'd do next. Your hand slips into his sweats, grabbing his hard cock, stroking it gently in your delicate palm.
“Are you always this hard when you wake up?” You tease, leaning up to brush your nose against his.
“I thought I told you, no bratty behavior at home.” He pulls your hand away from him then flips you around, putting his cock between your legs.
Jack is a little too impatient to put on his prosthetic so he'll fuck you from this angle. But only after he teases you for a bit, rubbing the length of his cock along your very wet folds.
“Are you always this wet when you wake up?” He says all low in your ear, his sleepy voice sending sparks through your body. You always wanted to hear what he sounded like when he just woke up.
“Only for you, Daddy.” You angle yourself, wanting him to sink inside of you already, but he doesn't, making you pout. “Are you seriously going to make me wait? We have to get to work soon!”
“I'm going to torture you for five more minutes.” He spoons you, his strong arms keeping you locked to his chest. “Then we fuck, have breakfast and get ready to go to work.”
“You mean dinner?” You chuckle then gasp when he smacks your clit. “Woah!”
“That was me being nice.” He rubs your clit more gently now, soothing the sudden rush that his smack caused. “Don't test me again, baby girl.”
“I'll be good…” You really don't want to be good. Especially when he's edging you again, his fingers playing with your swollen clit until you're close then pulling away, making you squirm. “Can I please cum?”
“I told you.” He nips at your earlobe. “You only get to cum on my cock.”
“Then, please put your cock inside of me.” You can't possibly wait anymore.
This is torture!
“Okay, since my baby girl asked so nicely.” He gives you no warning before he slams every inch of his thick cock inside of you, drawing out a raspy moan from your lips. “Does Daddy's cock feel good inside of you?”
“Yes, so good.” Your eyes roll back when he presses his fingertips into your lower belly, making you very aware of how deep inside of you he is. You cum the moment he starts rolling his hips, pushing right up where his fingers are pressing down. “Please don't stop, Jack.”
“I'll make you cum a lot, don't worry.” He places a soft kiss at the nape of your neck. “Let Daddy spoil you.”
His other hand slips down, playing with your clit again. He really is spoiling you. You rarely cum this much. Usually only when you touch yourself thinking of him.
Jack lasts a lot longer this time, much to his benefit because you're sweating and panting by the time he finishes inside of you, your body shaking from all the orgasms. He chuckles against your shoulder, nibbling a love bite right there that he knows will be hidden under your scrubs.
“Was that a better way to wake up?” He asks, snuggling you close.
“I don't think I can walk…” You're spent! He wrung you out…
“Wait a second.” Jack gets up, putting on his prosthetic, adjusting it until it fits properly, then stands, testing just to be sure he's all good before he scoops you up into his arms. You giggle against his chest, enjoying the princess carry a lot more than when he flung you over his shoulder yesterday.
He helps you into the shower, setting you down on his shower chair. You wash up while he brushes his teeth then the two of you swap, the routine oddly domestic. You are grateful he has one of those toilets that is in its own little room. You definitely had to go, so you don't risk getting a UTI. You will not be risking anything that would be denying you sex with Jack!
Once you're done, you meet Jack in the kitchen, where delicious smells are wafting all around. You knew he could cook. You've watched him cook plenty of times when you've hacked into his cameras.
You never thought you'd be lucky enough to eat his cooking one day.
“It's just leftovers.” A baked pasta dish he made yesterday. He always makes too much. He was planning to give the rest to Robby but now he has another mouth to feed so he's glad he made enough for you to eat now.
You enjoy it immensely. “This is so yummy. I can't remember the last time I ate a home cooked meal.”
“What do you normally eat?” Now, Jack is worried. Are you malnourished?
You definitely are when you tell him, “usually protein bars. It's convenient, since I was always chasing you around.”
“You can't live off processed foods…”
“You really are my Daddy.” You chuckle at the way he's going to lecture you. “I promise I'll be better now that I'm not stalking you anymore."
“I'm serious about that. It's unsafe that you were following me on my SWAT raids. You could've gotten hurt.” He saw those photos you took. You were closer to the action than you should've been.
“Good thing you're a combat medic, right?” Your comment earns you a smack on the ass. “Ouch!”
“What did I say?” He will not tolerate you being annoying at home.
“I'm sorry…” You lean your head against his shoulder, poking him with your knee since you both are sitting side by side at the kitchen island. “I promise I'll save all my brattiness for work.”
“You better or I'll edge you until you're crying again.”
Now is that really a punishment? You keep your giddiness to yourself.
“So, what do we tell people when they ask why we're carpooling?” You ask him when he parks at work.
“Robby knows I've been thinking about renting out my basement. So, now you're renting my basement, which is why I drove you home yesterday.” It's also a good excuse as to why you'll be at his house all the time.
“Do you want me to?” You're planning on breaking your lease anyways. “I don't mind paying rent.”
“You don't have to pay rent.” He doesn't need you to be paying for anything. He has plenty of money and you should save anything you make since residency is tough enough.
“Are you sure?” You don't want to be a burden.
“I'll take care of you.” He pats you on the head gently. “Now let's go to work.”
You'll blame it on the alarm clock blaring this morning but you are exhausted by the end of your shift, yawning every few seconds. You thought you slept pretty good, since you were snuggled up against Jack, but you're so out of it.
Then you realize it's because you're starving too.
“Hey, are you alright?” Jack places his hand on your forehead when the two of you are back at his house. You feel a bit warm. He should check your temperature.
“I'm fine. I just usually eat a protein bar whenever there's a lull in the action but I didn't have any.” You should go grab them from your place, along with the rest of your stuff.
Jack points his temperature gun at you and you're at a normal temperature so he's grateful it's not a fever. But he is worried about you, since food doesn't seem to help.
Could it be…
He might have overworked you a bit yesterday…
You brush off his concern. “If I can stalk you on a SWAT raid, I can handle some sex.”
“Those are on your days off, though. We just finished a shift after everything we did yesterday. No wonder you're exhausted.” Jack should be more tired.
It's impressive he isn't, though he does have a bit more stamina training than you.
“I'll be fine. Please don't worry.” You definitely don't want this to deter him.
But it does.
From then on, Jack decides he won't touch you on days you both are working. And especially not on days you're working and he's off. But you're only ever off while he's not…so he hasn't touched you at all since that very first day.
This might make you go insane. Like actually insane.
“Jack, can we please talk about this?” You ask him when he gets home from a shift.
“Maybe tomorrow. You work later.”
“You said that yesterday…” Though technically it was the reverse, where he said he was working later so…
Either way, it's getting on your nerves. It's the first time you've been annoyed with Jack.
“It's been more than a month.” You know because you've had a whole period since moving in with him, which just ended so there's no reason for the two of you not to have sex.
Jack is very aware of the fact that it's been that long. He is barely hanging on. He has taken to jerking off whenever he's off just to relieve the itch. He misses touching you. The only time he does is when the two of you happen to be able to sleep at the same time.
At the very least, he still cuddles you. But if you try to do anything about his hard cock rubbing against your back when he spoons you, he pulls away, telling you to go to sleep. So you don't do anything about it because you'd rather he hold you but it's torture to be laying next to him and not being able to do anything.
“We will have a day off together eventually.” He tells you and you scoff.
“Then what am I doing here? You can just call me when we're both off. I don't need to be here and—”
“You're not leaving.” Jack suddenly is right next to you, making you flinch. “You're staying put.”
“Why?” You can't stand this. You'd rather just stalk him than be so close yet so far from him…
“Because I said so.” Jack isn't going to let you go.
How is he supposed to let you go?
He hasn't slept this well in so long. He loves the smell of you on his sheets. He has a purpose to come home to, like cooking for you and making sure you stay on top of your health.
Can't you see that he's doing all of this for your sake?
You don't, because you think he's being absolutely ridiculous.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes, I am serious.” He is very serious when it comes to you.
He'll do anything to keep his precious baby girl healthy. Even if it means neglecting you in other ways…
You're over this, trying to play nice. You need to get him angry.
So, you give him an ultimatum. “If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to walk out that door and you will only ever see me at the hospital.”
“I'm not going to fuck you when you work soon.” He knows your shift starts in a few hours. You need to go to sleep.
“Then I'll see you at work, Dr. Abbot.” You grab your phone off the counter and head towards the door.
Thankfully you hadn't broken your lease just yet, since there's only a few months left on it. Jack figured it would be better for you to keep the place so you could slowly move stuff in versus having to do it all at once. He didn't want you to make such a big commitment right away. Even though you want to. Even though he wants you to, deep down inside.
And now, he's watching you walk away.
All because he cares about you.
That frustrates him to no end.
Jack grabs you by your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “You are not leaving me.”
“Let go of me.” You yank your arm away but he only grips it harder. “I don't want to be here anymore!”
“You are so fucking stubborn.” He scolds you. “Can't you see that I'm doing this for you? You need the rest.”
Of course he wants you. Of course he wants to fuck you. He is dying to touch you, taste you, feel you—
“I don't need rest!” You shout back at him. “I need you. But you're too fucking blind to see that so let me go!”
Your words shock him so much that you're able to tug yourself free from his grip and storm out of the house. Only for Jack to pull you right back in, slamming the door shut before he presses you up against it, kissing you for the first time since that day.
Maybe it's because you're touch starved but you melt into his kiss way too easily, moaning when his hands slip under your shirt and start caressing your bare skin.
You can feel how hard he is against your thigh while his thigh spreads your legs apart, grinding upwards to tease you through your sweats.
“Fuck.” He breathes out onto your lips, his worried thoughts flooding out. “I should take off my scrubs, in case there's anything on them that can get you sick. I need to wash my hands too—”
“Jack, listen to me. You're overthinking this.” You grab a hold of his face, forcing him to look you in the eye. “I am not some fragile little girl. I can play that role for you but that's all it is, a role. I am a very healthy young woman who wants her Daddy to fuck her silly. Can you do that for me, please?”
He leans his forehead against yours, having missed you calling him that. “Is that what my baby girl wants?”
“Desperately.” You might combust if he keeps denying you. “I need you.”
“Where?” He rests his hands at your waist, tugging you closer to him.
“Buried deep inside of me. I miss cumming on your cock.” You can't believe he's made you wait this long to experience it again.
“I'm scared you're going to be exhausted later.” He doubts he can hold back.
Jack should wait until you have a day off. He doesn't mind suffering during his shift. He just doesn't want to put you through that because of his selfishness.
“I can handle a little exhaustion if it means I get to be close to you.” You lean up to kiss him and he lets you, which you're grateful for. “Please don't push me away, Jack.”
“I don't want to. I just…” He sighs, resting his forehead against yours, his anxiety clouding his thoughts. “I care about you, baby girl.”
“You do?” Your heart flutters hearing that, needing the words of affirmation.
“Yes. So much.” He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss against your forehead. “That the thought of you sick scares me.”
“Jack, I'm perfectly healthy. And we're both doctors. I think I'm in good hands if I get a little cold or something.” You rarely get sick. That exhaustion was definitely just you needing more stamina, something you will work on. “Why don't we cross that bridge when we get there instead of worrying about it now and letting it get in the way of us?”
“Is there an “us”?” He asks rather nervously, his hands trembling. He's never felt so unsteady before.
Jack has had a lot of time to think over the last month or so the two of you have been living together. He just isn't sure he's worth it. He wants you here. He needs you here. But he doesn't feel like he deserves your presence. Maybe that's why he's been pushing you away.
Self sabotage is something he's very used to. Why else would he work a twelve hour shift and then agree to a SWAT raid knowing he'd only get a few hours of sleep before his next shift?
A part of him assumes you'll stop looking at him with so much kindness in your eyes one of these days and that'll break him. He'd rather lose you before then. But he is too selfish to let you go so soon.
“I've killed someone for you.” You say outright, making him pause his spiraling thoughts. “So of course I want there to be an “us”.”
“What did you just say?” Jack has no clue if his hearing has gone bad but did you really just say—
“You didn't notice. There was a car tailing you after you picked up a target of yours. The guy's brother. Similar rap sheet, but he got acquitted. Not enough evidence.” You let this out because it's about time for him to know the lengths you've gone to. To protect him. “I killed him before he could catch up to you. Staged it like a car accident. Which is why the police figured your victim died in the same accident, since they assumed he was the one who picked him up.”
When you tell Jack the guy's name, he blinks at you, recalling how long ago that was. “That was a year ago. You weren't even a resident yet…”
“Yeah.” You step closer to him, keeping his eyes locked on you. “There's a reason I had to get into your emergency department.”
“How long have you been…” He's genuinely baffled.
You smile at him, reaching your hand forward to place over his heart, feeling the way it's pounding in his chest. “Since you killed my father.”
You tell him your old last name. The one you had before you changed it. And Jack remembers instantly.
Your father was put away for manslaughter in a domestic violence “accident”. He was released a few years ago.
Jack especially hates men who beat their wives. He finds them beyond repulsive. And he had seen your mother in the emergency room before, countless times. He was there when she died from her injuries.
It was the only kill that could've gotten him caught, given how close to work it was, how personal it was.
But the police never questioned Jack about it. Because you had said that you were the one who picked up your father from prison and he had stormed out of the house and disappeared. He's still a missing person's case to this day.
No one else but you and Jack know your father is actually dead.
And you've been stalking Jack ever since.
He's the reason you went to med school. He's the reason you aren't dead or in prison.
Because if he hadn't killed your father, you definitely would have. And you wouldn't have been as clean as someone with decades of experience.
You lift your hand off his chest and back away, giving him a little space before you say, “I understand if this is too much for you. I…”
You let out a little sigh, biting your lip. You should get it all off your chest. It's better to let it out now, while it's still early enough.
Before your heart breaks.
So, you confess, “I never thought you'd ever…want me…in any capacity. I was content to just follow you around forever. But then I guess I got a little greedy, wanting your attention, and now I'm being really greedy, wanting even more than that.”
Jack has never seen you look like this. You're always so bright and confident. But right now, you're genuinely scared. Not the kind of scared you'd put on as an act, but there is real fear. Because you don't want to lose him. But you don't want him to hate you either.
You know you're fucked up for stalking him for so long. You understand that's creepy and not sane behavior.
But you don't know how to love any other way.
Neither does Jack. He doesn't remember what it was like to love normally, not after what happened to his wife and how that sparked him to start killing people.
But he knows that he loves you.
In his own messed up kind of way.
That's why he tells you, “you can be greedy, baby girl.”
“What?” You were not expecting that.
“You've waited a long time for me to notice you, haven't you?” His words send such ripples of unfamiliar feeling through you. “I finally gave you my undivided attention and then I ripped it away. That must've hurt. I'm sorry.”
You know what the feeling is now.
It is hurt.
You just didn't want to feel it because you didn't think he'd comfort you if you did. You swallowed it, suffering alone, to be courteous to him. But then you snapped because the pain was getting too unbearable. You need him too much now that you know what it feels like to be his…
“Come here.” Jack pulls you towards him, scooping you up into his arms. “Let me reassure you that everything's going to be okay.”
You lean your head against his chest as he carries you over to the couch, seating you right on his lap. There is a lot of comfort in being close to him. Comfort you're wary on taking. Afraid it'll all get ripped away again.
“I'm not going to neglect you anymore.” Jack tells you, his voice gentle and full of care. “You deserve to be held.”
“Where was this a few weeks ago?” You say with a pout then sigh. “Sorry, I don't mean to be a—”
“You can be a brat. Be yourself, baby girl.” He'll let you for today.
You then proceed to bite his neck hard, your teeth sinking into his skin. He has to tug you off of him by your hair, shocked by your actions.
“I said you can be a brat, not a fucking animal.” He can't see the bite mark but he's sure it's visible above the collar of his scrubs. That's going to be tough to explain at work…
“That's what you get for being so mean.” You glare at him, wanting to bite him again. “You fucked me and made me cum like crazy and then you edged me for over a month!”
Jack hadn't realized that technically that's what he did. He gave you a taste of the pleasure he could bring you and then promptly denied it. He can see now how frustrated you must be.
“I'm sorry.” He feels horrible… “I didn't think it through.”
“No shit.” You grumble, staring at the bite mark you made. “Now you owe me something for the trouble.”
“Alright. Anything you want. Tell me and I'll give it to you.” Though Jack would prefer it if you didn't bite him again.
“Tell me you love me.” You meet his eyes then, seeing the stunned expression on his face. “I don't care if you don't but I just want to hear it at least once in my life, please.”
Jack doesn't like the way tears are welling up in your eyes. You want to be loved so badly, especially by him. But you'll settle for him just saying it, even if he doesn't mean it. You just want to have the sound of him saying it etched in your mind.
“I love you.” Jack reaches up to brush the tear that escapes the corner of your eye. “I love you so much.”
You nod, blinking back the tears that fall after he says that. “Thank you.”
“I'm serious.” He cups your face with both of his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs as gently as possible. “I love you and I'm never going to leave you either. I promise.”
“You don't have to tell me that.” You shake your head at him, your face rubbing against the palms of his hands. “It's okay if you don't.”
“I do.” He keeps reassuring you of how he feels. “How many times do I have to say it for my baby girl to believe me?”
You shrug. “I don't know. A lot.”
He chuckles. “Okay, then how about every day from now on?”
“But I've stalked you for years…”
“And I've killed people.”
“Me too.” Technically only the one person but that's more than most people ever do…
“You did it for me. That makes me love you even more.” He leans in, giving you a little kiss on the cheek. “My baby girl willing to do anything to protect her Daddy. How much prouder can I be?”
“You're proud of me?” This is hitting every part of your soul with so much warmth, hearing him praise you.
“So proud. You kept me out of prison. I owe you more than just my love.”
“Then you aren't allowed to edge me ever again.” You make him swear.
“What if you're like really annoying that day, though?” Jack's question makes you giggle.
“Haven't I suffered enough?” One month felt like a lifetime…
“Fine.” He pulls you in closer. “Maybe I'll just force you to cum until you're begging to stop. Better?”
“Much better.” You give him a big hug and he smiles against your shoulder, squeezing you tightly. “I've missed this a lot.”
Jack presses a kiss against the side of your neck before slowly trailing upwards, saying against your skin, “what else have you missed, baby girl?”
“Bathing with you.” You definitely want to do that first.
“We can do that.” He kisses you so sweetly, making your heart melt. “But first, you're going to call the hospital and say you're sick.”
“Oh?” You wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts you back up into his arms again. “Is my attending being a bad influence?”
“You've never called out before. They can lose a resident for a day.”
“You mean a night.” You nip at his bottom lip after you say that, chuckling when he glares at you.
“Don't make me regret letting you be a brat.” He sets you down on the bed. “Now go call while I run the bath.”
“You love that I push your buttons. I bet you're hard already.” Your eyes stare straight at the outline of his cock in his scrubs.
Jack rolls his eyes at you, not responding before he disappears into the bathroom. You make the call, thankful that there isn't any push back. You wouldn't mind a nice night off, especially if it means Jack is going to spoil you.
And he really does spoil you, because the moment you get into the tub and straddle his lap, his lips are on yours in an instant.
“Let a girl breathe a little first.” You laugh in between his feverish kisses.
“I've waited long enough for us to have a day off together.”
“You mean night?” You giggle so hard when he starts tickling you as punishment. “Jack, stop!”
“I never thought I'd hear you say those words.” He does stop, but only because his hand slides lower, to graze your clit gently.
“Definitely don't stop now.” You hold yourself back from grinding on his hand.
“I won't.” He plays with your clit, swirling little circles around it, watching your reactions.
Jack is very good at figuring out what you like, how much pressure to use, how much friction you need before you're cumming all over his hand, your orgasm so intense since it's been so long. You lean your forehead against his shoulder, gasping for air, the steam from the bath making your mind fuzzy. He rubs your back with his other hand, comforting you.
“You're okay, baby girl. That was just your first orgasm in a while. Deep breaths.” He doesn't want you to pass out just yet.
“Not my first.” You say, a bit dazed, letting that slip out. You press your lips together, hoping he didn't catch that.
But of course, he did. “Have you been touching yourself without me knowing?”
“Can you blame me?” Your question is answered by him thrusting a finger inside of you all of a sudden. “Jack!”
“You're not allowed to do that anymore.” His voice lowers. He's stern about it. “If you want to cum, you ask me to help you, okay?”
“What about you?” You lean forward, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. “Are you going to pretend like you didn't jerk off every night you were off and I was at work?”
He grabs your face with his free hand, making you look at him. You smile in his grip and he glares back at you, “did you turn on my cameras?”
Jack has had them off since you moved in, since he didn't want you to feel like you were being watched all the time. Which he is realizing right now is a little ridiculous considering you love watching him so why would you care if he watched you?
“If you have to ask, you know the answer already.” You chuckle and then whine when he pulls his finger out of you. “Aw, I didn't want you to stop…”
“You can't do that either.”
“Daddy's strict!” You must have pushed his buttons just right because his cock is throbbing under you.
“You're going to make my hair gray.’” He shakes his head at you.
“I think you're already doing that well by yourself.” You lace your fingers into his beautiful hair. “But I like it gray. My silver fox.”
“Please do not ever call me that again.” He groans at the way you're enjoying yourself a little too much. “After today, no more brattiness.”
“So I can be a big brat today?” You flash him a bright smile.
“Don't push it.” Him saying that makes you want to do exactly that.
So you do.
You get up out of the bath and Jack can't snatch you back in time.
Then, you play with fire. “I bet I can make myself cum before you can catch me.”
You quickly grab a towel then dart out of the bathroom. Jack's jaw clicks as he mutters under his breath, “this fucking brat.”
You quickly run downstairs, into the basement, since that's where you're storing your stuff right now. Jack is letting you do whatever you want with the basement since he wants you to have a place in his house that is all yours and undisturbed by him. That's why you have all your sex toys stored there.
You grab your favorite rose toy and lay down on the guest bed Jack has down here. You don't know what has you more heated: the toy sucking on your clit or the fact that Jack must be very angry with you.
It must be the latter because the moment you see that deadly glare on his face from the basement stairs, you cum so hard.
“You can be so fucking irritating.” He stalks towards you and his anger only increases when you cum again. “Did you really just cum from me being mad at you?”
“The toy helped.” You giggle, which only pisses him off more.
“Turn it off.” He commands.
But you're a bad listener right now, so you turn it up and close your eyes when it overwhelms your sensitive clit.
Jack can't help how hard he gets watching you use that toy on yourself. Maybe he should just stand here and watch you. But there's a part of him deep down that doesn't want you to cum without him.
So, he climbs onto the bed, hovering over you, and your eyes open wide when you feel him thrust two fingers inside of you, curling them right below where the toy is sucking on your clit. Your orgasm ripples through you all of a sudden and it doesn't stop because Jack curls his fingers right on that spot over and over again. You lift the toy off of your clit, since it's way too intense now that you've came a few times, but Jack quickly pushes it back in place with his other hand, holding it to your clit, letting it send you over the edge again.
“Jack, please let go!” You're too overstimulated. You're going to go crazy if he makes you cum again.
"And here I thought my baby girl was desperate for her Daddy to make her cum.” He adds another finger inside of you, filling you up more.
“I am but—” You wriggle beneath him, his fingers fucking you like his cock would. “Please slow down!”
“But you're going to cum so hard, baby girl. Just let it out. Don't hold it in.” Jack smiles at how quickly you unravel after that, drenching his hand with your orgasm. “There you go. Good girl.”
He frees you from the toy, turning it off. You let out a sigh of relief then squirm when he pops his fingers out of you all of a sudden.
You feel the wetness dripping out of you way too clearly now…
Almost as clearly as his cock sinking right into you without warning. Your toes curl instinctually, your breaths leaving your lips all airy.
Jack groans when he hilts, cursing under his breath, “fuck, you're so tight after you've cum a few times. Maybe I should make you cum first before I fuck you.”
“I won't complain either way.” You open your arms up. “Come kiss me, Daddy.”
He can't help the grin on his face at how cute you look, waiting for him to hug you. He hooks his arms under your shoulders before leaning in to kiss you, loving how easily you moan when he rolls his hips.
“If you hold out on me again, I'm going to tie you down and ride you myself.” You say against his lips and he chuckles in response.
“I'll have to teach you a few knots to use then, baby girl.” Jack licks his lips at the thought of tying you up.
“Please fuck me a little faster.” You're wriggling under him from how slow his strokes are.
“I said you can be greedy, not demanding.” He brushes his nose against yours, smirking at your glare.
“If you're going to go this slow, let me use my toy too.” You point to it.
Jack eyes it, debating. He wouldn't mind seeing you pace yourself however you'd like while he enjoys the show.
So, he nods. “Go ahead.”
He helps you grab it and you turn it on to the lowest setting, holding it over your clit, your back arching when Jack thrusts deep inside of you as the toy sucks on your clit.
Soon enough, you start grinding your hips up, meeting him halfway, losing yourself in your orgasm. Jack likes how unapologetic you are in bed, not afraid to show him how much you're enjoying yourself.
“I love watching you cum, baby girl.” He could stare at you with your eyes glazed over all day long.
“You don't have to just watch.” You wrap your legs around him, pulling him in closer. “I want to cum on my Daddy's cock.”
“Isn't that what you've been doing?” He raises a sly eyebrow at you.
“You know what I want!” You don't hide your frustration from him stalling.
“Alright. Turn off the toy. You'll need both hands to hold on tight if you want me to fuck you rough.”
You eagerly shut it off, tossing it aside before gripping the sheets below you.
You are rewarded with a thorough pounding. Jack hovers over you, body pressed down against yours, drilling his cock into you like you're just a toy for him to use. It's everything you've been dreaming of these last few weeks.
Wave and wave of pure bliss roll through you with every thrust, amplified by his lips on yours. You love kissing him so much, especially when he's fucking you like this.
You love everything about Jack.
Which is why you breathe out when you're close to cumming, “I love you.”
And he smiles against your lips before saying back, “I love you too.”
The orgasm you have when he finally cums inside of you fills you with delight. The warmth of his release is genuinely one of the best things you've ever felt. It's even better because you know now that he really does love you.
“I want to have sex after we kill someone.” You tell Jack when he plops down beside you once his cock is soft, pulling you to lay against his chest.
“This has to be the weirdest pillow talk ever.” He laughs, nuzzling your nose with his own. “We can fuck in my truck after.”
“Promise?” You bat your eyelashes all sweetly at him.
“I promise.” He seals that with a kiss against your temple.
“What if I just suck you off in your workshop? No body fluids?” You really want to touch him while he's chopping someone up. Just once!
Jack scoffs. “You may be crazier than me.”
“And you love it.” You snuggle happily against him.
“I do.” Because he loves you.
You and all your crazy.
“Maybe I can section off a place in the workshop that is easy to bleach.” He could create a whole shower system to do it for him so he doesn't have to scrub it down.
“Don't tease me with a good time, Jack.” You'd love to fuck in his workshop.
“If that's what my baby girl really wants, then I can deliver.” He wants to keep you happy and healthy.
“Well, what I really want is another kiss.” You lean up, closing your eyes, smiling when he pecks you lovingly on the lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Anytime.” He happily kisses you again and again.
Like he plans to do for the rest of his life.
Maybe even while he's covered in someone else's blood…
A/N: In the original draft, I was going to include them killing someone together and then fucking after LOL but then I told myself maybe I'll just keep this fic loving and sweet instead since I've been writing plenty of other fucked up stuff as of late. This was truly just an excuse for me to write my unhealthy obsession with both daddy kink and being called “baby girl” and I loved it!
hi! if your requests are open could you do anything for patrick verona? like anything lol ill take it
So requests are actually not open right now, but given that this was sent in when they were, I saved it for Kinktober. I hope you like it!
Kinktober 31st: I Knew You'd Come Around
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📖 Hate sex with Patrick Verona. That's it.
👥 Patrick Verona x fem!reader
🎧 enemies to lovers, a spotify playlist by me!
For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.
📸 divider by @bronzewasp
You hated yourself for doing this, you really did. You hated the butterflies in your stomach for fluttering when he grabbed your ass, hated your hands for tugging him closer by the collar of his, hated your heart for racing at the feeling of his tongue on yours.
That was the general emotion when you were around him. Hate. Hate and frustration and annoyance and pure, fiery arousal.
The last one is the most prevalent as you're pressed up against a bedroom wall, the bass of the song playing outside reverberating on your back. Patrick's hands are all over you, groping and tracing every inch of skin he could find.
"Fucking idiot," you huff in between wet smacks of your lips, yanking at his shirt collar, trying to signal him to take it off.
"Y'know," he starts, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, "for someone who proclaims to hate me so much, you sure are hell-bent on getting me naked."
"They're not mutually exclusive concepts, dumbass." Your words seem frail, and your voice trails off at the end as his fingers tug at the belt loops of your pants.
"Ooh, big words." He purrs, cocking an eyebrow. "Are you doing that thing where you try to sound smart so that I don't notice that you're full of shit?"
"I am not- oh..." Any biting remark you may have had ready died on your tongue as his fingers slipped under your pants and stroked your covered lips, building a dull, throbbing ache between your legs.
"Aw, not so talkative now, are you?" Patrick placed open-mouthed kisses over your neck, nipping gently every so often. "If I'd known this was all it took to shut you up, I would've done this sooner."
With a gasp, your hand snakes up to his hair, fingers curling when the pads of his fingers linger over your covered clit, roaming a little before finding the rhythm that made your head fall back with a thump.
"Atta girl, keep making those pretty noises." He hummed, using his other hand to pop open the buttons of your pants and tug them down to your knees.
Well, naturally, you just had to do the opposite of whatever he told you. So you clamped your mouth shut. But by then your vocal cords had developed a mind of their own, so your hums and sighs were still crystal clear in his ears.
Patrick pulls back for a moment to look at you, eyes darting all over your stony face. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, and you could see the gears turning behind his eyes.
"Shoulda seen that coming. But we'll get you talking."
And you should have known he wasn't all talk. Before you have the chance to scoff at his remark, his hand dips under the waistband of your underwear to trace along your lips, skin to skin contact.
You could feel your cheeks turn hot as he watched you, eyes wide with awe and amusement. "'S such a mess down there, pretty. Little ol' me did that?"
He knew you weren't going to admit it, so he didn't wait for a response. He got all he needed when he saw you react, saw you keen when his fingertips dragged over your clit, resuming the rhythm that set fire in your belly.
"Aw, it's okay," he purrs, tonguing over your collarbone. "Y'don't have to say it. Y'know why? 'Cause this pretty pussy says it all for me, doesn't she?"
That makes your pussy clench, and you know he can feel it. An airy chuckle tells you he definitely can. "Thought so. Can feel her asking for it, begging for me."
You can't help the surprised moan that is ripped from your throat when he sinks a finger in, curling at just the right spot to have your nails digging into his shoulders. Your legs are already weak, and stray hairs are already pasted to your forehead by sweat.
"Fucking hate you," you sigh, but when you're rolling your hips up into his hand it doesn't hold much venom.
"Can't hear you, sweet cheeks, might need to speak up."
"I hate you."
"What's that?''
"I hate you." You can feel pleasure boiling in your gut, seconds away from boiling over.
"One more time," he purrs, pressing his palm up into your clit.
"I hate you! Patrick!" You grasp onto his shoulders as pleasure comes over you in waves, spreading through every vein into your fingertips until you're panting through a blissful afterglow.
"There we go." Patrick wipes a hair that fell over your mouth away, grinning. "Knew you'd come around."
You roll your eyes as Patrick pats your cheek and then leaves towards the ensuite bathroom. The air is suddenly cold against you, and a strange feeling swoops in your gut when his figure disappears from your sight. But he comes back a moment later with a wet rag to hand to you, and the feeling lightens.
For the first time in all the time you've known each other, a thick silence permeated the room amongst the smell of sex. The sound of fabric rustling against skin and the bathroom sink running sounded louder against the tile.
Patrick was the first to speak. "I'm assuming you don't want to be seen together, so I won’t overstay my welcome. I’ll see you around." He didn’t meet your eye, murmuring into his shirt as he buckled his belt.
You didn't respond. You weren't sure why, and you weren't sure what the answer would have been if you had. But Patrick doesn't seem to take offense to it, instead stepping out of the bathroom. You watch through the mirror as he heads towards the bedroom door.
He stops in the doorway, hand on the doorknob. He's wearing his telltale grin and his hair whips with the movement as he looks back at you.
"If you ever feel like hating me again, give me a call."
how life feels when you go alone to see a movie that really just hit you deeper than expected and resonated with you in some kind of way and when you leave the cinema the sun has just set
