cw younger reader, power imbalance
dbf!jack abbot whoâs always looked after you. your mom died when you were young, and he filled in the gaps that your father couldnât.
dbf!jack who grows more and more worried at your behavior after you come home from college. staying out late, drinking far too much, bringing home men who he doesnât trust and who donât deserve to fuck you.
dbf!jack who pulls you aside to scold you after your fatherâs made it abundantly clear that he doesnât give a shit what you do. he only wants to express concern, but youâre rolling your eyes and trying to push him away immediately. youâre not having any of it.
dbf!jack who grips your wrists with one hand to keep you from leaving. thatâs all. but he doesnât miss the way your breath hitches, or the way your eyes drift to the corded muscles of his arms.
âlisten here. iâve seen too many pretty girls like you end up in my ER to let you act like this.â
you really, really hope he doesnât notice how flushed youâve gotten. heâs just so close, you see, and you can smell his aftershave from here. you put on your best defiant look.
âgod, quit acting like youâre my dad!â
thirty minutes later, heâs fucking you so deep you can barely breathe. his thumb is pressing circles into your clit, sped on by the mess of arousal spilling out of you. the half-hearted and clearly faked moans heâs heard from you with the boys you usually fuck are nothing compared to the drawn-out whines and gasps youâre letting out now. your eyes are rolled back, completely lost in the pleasure heâs wringing out of you.
âyeah? whoâs your daddy, huh?â he grunts, giving your hip a squeeze to prompt a reply.
âfffuck, daddydaddydaddy âm so close,â you moan. he clicks his tongue.
âi dunno, do naughty girls who disobey their daddies deserve to come?â
your eyes flash open, panic apparent in them. you shake your head quickly. âiâm sorry! iâll stop, i swear ill stop, just please let me come daddy please.â
youâre nearly sobbing now. it feels like a herculean task to resist the orgasm thatâs barreling towards you. jack coos at you with a smile.
âthereâs a good girl. you can come, baby, come on.â
oh and u can bet ur ass heâs wracked with guilt over it afterwards. the worst case of post nut clarity this doctor has ever seen. hes cradling his head in his hands at the foot of your bed, whispering what the fuck did i just do while youâre lounging above him and scrolling through streaming services on your tv.
âwhat do you wanna watch? oh my god, get over yourself, itâs not a big deal. iâve fucked plenty of guys older than you.â
you are going to be the death of him.
miiiight write a full fic of this if people want it