Prompt requested by @laenys-targaryen: 4. "this is my ___, everyone!" and that proud smile.
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She surprised you before you’d fully opened the cubicle curtain.
“Please don't tell me I'm pregnant. I don't care about the rest, just please - Wait, you’re not the cute farm boy from before.”
According to Whittaker's hurried handover, the girl was 19, a freshman in college. She had spent hours in the blazing sun at cheer practise, had tumbled and felt a twinge in her ankle, but assumed it was nothing and carried on with her day, until a combination of pain and exhaustion had got the better of her and she fainted whilst trying to hobble down the steps outside the library. Meaning, that as well as a sprained ankle, she was also on concussion watch, sported two scuffed knees and a grazed elbow, and an open wound on her calf from a rogue shard of glass, resulting in her needing a tetanus shot and stitches. Whittaker claimed she was handling it well, which you didn't doubt, but Whittaker was young too. You knew from experience that the brave faces of college students nearly always wore off over time. They were still kids, after all. You wouldn't baby her, but you'd go gentle.
“Oh, and she's a bit of a livewire,” Whittaker added, right before dashing off.
The girl only needed to utter one sentence for you to know what he meant.
You gave her a smile. “Hi Josie,” you said warmly, introducing yourself. Dr Whittaker has been pulled into another case, but he's asked me to take over your care and stitch up your leg. I’m no cute farm boy, but if it helps, I'm known for being a bit of a seamstress around here.”
“Girl, you can patch up my leg however you like. Just tell me I'm not pregnant.”
It was pretty obvious from her blood work. “You're not pregnant.”
The girl sank back on the bed, relieved.
“Thank fuck. The last guy I slept with was some asshole hockey player; I do not want to be responsible for continuing his bloodline.”
“It's nice to be the bringer of good news,” you laughed. “And good to know college hockey players still have a bad rep.”
You gave Josie a quick rundown of her test results and the treatment you were proposing for her injuries, then started to prepare your suture kit.
“Oh! Can I take a picture first?” she asked excitedly, pulling out her phone (pink glitter case with charms and all). “My dad will want to see a before and after.”
You wheeled your seat back for a moment, not wishing to end up in her TikTok or Insta. “Go ahead.”
When the photo shoot was complete, you got to work.
You liked doing stitches because they were methodical. They were a straightforward, visual representation of doctoring; you could see how your medical intervention healed someone in real time.
If only parts of your life could be stitched together in the same way. If only you could sew a string from your heart to Jack's.
The fleeting moments you shared with Dr Abbot during the changing of the guard were a craving. You often arrived at the ED early and stayed late, just to make sure you would see him at handover. You’d exchange a few jokes, flirt a little, and pocket each other’s smiles. The perfect start and finishing knot to begin or end every day with. Mornings when you missed him were troubled, the day tainted because it didn’t get off to the right start. But the evenings without him were worse. You hated being sent out into the night, having not heard his voice or seen his face, your thoughts loose and frayed, untied.
You were desperately hopelessly in love with him, and you had no idea what to do about it. No idea where to place the next stitch in the fabric of your life.
“Are you single?” Josie asked suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts. You briefly wondered if the girl was a mind reader.
“I-”
“Because you're actually kind of hot.”
Oh. This was new; you had never been hit on by a teenage girl before.
“I can think of many reasons why things wouldn't work out between us,” you responded dryly. You’re my patient. You’re too young. You're in college and don’t have your shit together. I'm not attracted to women (though sometimes I wonder if life would be easier if I were). I’m hopelessly in love with a man who probably never gives me a second thought. Need you go on?
“Oh, God no.” Did she really need to sound so repulsed by the idea? “I mean, sure, if you were like, waaaay younger, I totally would. I’m an equal opportunities employer.”
Were you supposed to say thank you?
“I was thinking about my dad. He's suuuper single. It’s like chronic at this point. I keep telling him to put himself out there again - Mom wouldn't have wanted him to stay lonely and celibate forever after she’s gone. Plus, he needs someone to distract him from his weird-ass hobbies.”
“I see. Well, it's nice of you to think of me, but-”
“You're taken, aren’t you?” she said despondently. “I should have guessed.”
“Not ‘taken’ as such, not officially, I mean.”
Disappointment turned to sympathy (or was it pity?)
“I get it,” she said solemnly. “Your heart's taken. The guy is just slow on the uptake, right? They always are.”
“Something like that.” You didn't know what else to say, so you fixed all your attention on the stitches you were making.
“Hurts though, huh? Unrequited love.”
“Thought I was the medical professional here, yet you're diagnosing me.”
She shrugged.
“I'm a doctor's daughter. The skills must be genetic.”
You wanted to ask more about her family’s medical lineage, but she was clearly much more interested in talking about you.
“So, tell me, what's the guy like? Is he hot? He better be, to deserve a chance with someone like you. Is he older? Younger? How did you meet him?”
You felt strangely compelled to answer, as if you were one of her college friends and you were cosied up in a dorm room together, gossiping about crushes. You missed that. What was the harm in playing along? You’d keep things professional; just give her enough details to whet her appetite.
“Yes. He's hot. Gorgeous, actually. He’s older, but not by much, I don't think. And…” Brace yourself, Josie; here comes the juiciest slice of gossip. “We met at work.”
She squealed. “He works here?! Get it, girl. A workplace romance, I love that for you. Do you get steamy in the call room? Wait - was there some professional rivalry? A clash over a patient’s case that boiled over? Enemies to lovers, that kind of thing?” Her eyes brightened. “Ooooh! Is he here today? I bet I can work out who he is-”
Thank God Jack wasn’t working today. There was a good chance Josie would still be around at shift change, and you wouldn’t hold up a straight enough poker face to not give the game away.
“I really don't think-”
“Is everything OK in here?”
Of course, Robby would pick this precise moment to do his rounds. You collected yourself and gave him a smile, putting back on your ‘I’m-a-very-professional-doctor-who-definitely-wasn’t-gossiping’ voice.
“Joise, this is Doctor Robinavitch, Chief Attending Physician here in the ED.”
The girl gave him a wave and looked him up and down. “Clock it. I'm honoured… Chief.”
Her sarcasm made it evident that, for whatever reason, Robby didn’t impress her much.
You soldiered on, giving Robby a quick rundown of Josie’s injuries and proposed treatment. “I'm just finishing up the stitches on her calf now, and then we'll get the wound properly dressed and arrange for an ankle boot and some crutches.” You handed Robby the iPad so he could glance over the test results. “There was nothing abnormal in bloods or the CT-”
“Not pregnant, praise be,” Josie cut in, pointing her fingers to the sky.
“- And the fainting spell appears to be a one-off, likely brought on by overexertion in the heat and not drinking enough water.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I won’t be forgetting my Stanley cup again.”
Robby smirked and nodded at you, agreeing with your prognosis, then handed back the tablet. He peered at your almost finished sutures, and you couldn’t help but feel proud of your work.
“Perfection, as always,” Robby said. “You know, I still have that tear in my jacket if you ever feel like -”
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “In your dreams, manchild.”
Robby chuckled. “Was worth a shot.” He turned to Josie. “You got someone to take you home?”
“Why, are you offering?” she said glibly.
Thankfully, Robby just gave her the silent treatment, accompanied by his trademark look of disappointment over the rims of his glasses until the girl caved.
“My dad,” she mumbled, picking at her stick-on nails. “I wish he was here already.” Her lip wobbled, and tears were near.
“He will be soon, I’m sure. I bet he’s speeding down the highway as we speak. And he’s not going to believe the picture you took earlier is actually your leg when he sees how good the after looks.”
Josie saw right through what you were doing, but gave you a soft smile regardless.
“I'll leave you to finish up,” Robby said, tucking his glasses into his jacket pocket. And then he was gone.
“Is that him?” Josie asked eagerly when the coast was clear. “The guy you have a crush on?”
“No! No. He's my boss - He’s…he's not good with commitment,” you added, feeling a bizarre need to over-justify why you weren’t attracted to a man who felt more akin to your benevolent yet complicated uncle, yet you somehow were attracted to his pseudo brother in arms, who was almost exactly the same age.
“I get it. Those types of guys are the worst,” she agreed. “Great for a bit of fun though…”
Thankfully, you had just tied off the final stitch.
“Okaaay, I'm all done here, so I’ll grab a nurse to dress the wound and head out to find those crutches and ankle boot I’ve been promising.”
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You checked back in soon after, wielding the spoils of a victorious quest.
“The only crutches left down here were those pink ones covered with stickers,” you explained. “I can get a porter to hunt down another pair from upstairs, but who knows how long that will take. And I figured these would actually kind of suit you, so…”
Josie gave you an eyebrow raise and an ‘I'm too cool to care’ shrug, but you caught her examining the stickers and smiling whilst you booted her up.
You helped her out of bed and showed her how to situate herself on the crutches, then, once she was more confident, she set off on a practice loop around the ED.
Inevitably, you got pulled away for a few minutes. When you eventually circled back, you found Josie court at the nurse’s station.
“Hey Doc! I’m getting the hang of things, look!”
She hopped towards you a few metres, then stopped in her tracks, noticing someone enter the ED through the doors behind you. Her face lit up with childlike joy, and she transformed into a little girl right before your eyes.
“Daddy! You're here!”
You could feel your heart glow warm inside your chest. Happy reunions were your favourite part of the job.
So why did the nurses look like they'd seen a ghost?
You spun around in time to watch Josie hop past you and throw herself into her father's arms.
Jack Abbot’s arms.
Josie told you she was a doctor's daughter. But never did you think it was that doctor.
“Hey sweetie, they patched you up good, huh? How are you feeling?”
“I feel great; everyone has been so nice.”
Jack looked over his shoulder at the staring crowd. It had grown. Robby and Dana were both looking at him expectantly now, too, eyebrows raised, arms folded.
“You didn't tell him, did you?” Jack said to Josie.
She shrugged. “They never asked.”
Jack presented her to the group. “This is my daughter, everyone,” he said proudly, with a tinge of defensiveness. “I will not be taking any further questions until I get the rundown on her care,” he added firmly. “Besides, I'm sure you all have plenty of patients to be seeing too.”
He turned to Josie. “Who was your doctor, sweetie?”
“That would be me,” you volunteered.
Jack's relief was palpable. Which made you feel a little giddy.
“I knew it. Those stitches are damn perfect. Seamstress perfect.”
You showed Jack Josie’s test results (noting that Josie didn't mention not being pregnant this time around) and walked him through your recommendations for Josie’s care over the next few weeks, doing your best to treat Jack like any other concerned father, despite the fact you knew he knew everything you would say before you said it. But he listened intently, stepping into his role as Josie’s Dad, not her doctor.
“So, I have every confidence Josie will make a full and speedy recovery. She’ll be back to her cheer squad in no time.”
“I keep telling her cheer squad is damn dangerous,” Jack muttered.
You and Josie looked at each other and rolled your eyes. Josie opened her mouth to chastise him, but you got there first.
“Look who’s talking,” you snorted. “The pom poms are damn sight safer than ‘gun guns’.”
Josie guffawed, and Jack smirked, taking a step closer, honing all his attention on you.
“Is that so?” he said, folding his arms, as if he thought accentuating his devastatingly gorgeous biceps would throw you off your game. Not this time.
You hummed. “I was head of my cheer squad in college, you know,” you boasted.
He cocked his head slightly, and his eyes swept up and down your body – fleeting, but obvious. It made you want to be daring.
“You picturing me in a short skirt, Abbot?”
The corner of his mouth quirked, but he didn’t take the bait.
“Just surprised, that’s all…”
“Oh really? And why is that?” you teased. “What about me doesn’t scream cheerleader to you?”
The tete-a-tete between you continued. You were completely oblivious to the world, as you always were when Jack’s eyes were yours for any amount of time, no matter how short. For a few short golden minutes, you and Jack were wrapped up as a pair and tied together with a bow.
So, you didn't notice Josie hovering in the background, watching her dad flagrantly flirt and listening to you laugh and putting two and two together. You didn't hear her jaw hit the floor when she came to her final realisation.
She taped her crutches to the floor, popping the bubble you and Jack shared.
“I told you I'd work it out!” she cried with jubilant smugness. “The guy you've got a crush on is my dad.”
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Grabbing pope’s ass while he’s fucking you & he comes instantly about it am I right or am I right
oh mine gahdt *little german boy voice*...this is so hot ur so right..this also goes along with my hc that he has sensitive thighs
he'd literally be so overwhelmed with emotions after cumming early when you do it. hes fighting to make eye contact with you, not pulling out as he stares down at your pussy in thought. "you..you ok baby? what got you excited?" you pant, watching his brows furrow as he catches his breath. "i..i-i dunno. m'sorry baby let's keep going."
when he starts back up you see how focused he is, his face tight with concentration. for science, you do it again, bending dow to grab handfuls of his ass cheeks. his hips stutter and he groans again, "baby dont—" he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, slamming his hips into your cunt. "don't do that, okay? fuck,"
you giggle through your moans, locking your keys around his hips, "you like that andy? hm?" hes pink in the face, eyes squeezed hes soo embarrassed. he wouldn't know what to think.
he'd ask his brothers probably like a week later, ans they wsnt to take it serious so bad but Pope is so stoic. and serious asking about getting his ass grabbed. "has your girl ever done that before?" he asks Craig, who's fighting a smile. "oh yeah, tons of times. I just..I don't think I've came immediately about it." he'd shrug, Pope slugging Darren in the arm when he chuckles.
"i dunno man I think you should just let her fuck your ass and get over it." Pope has left the room.
That's what I tell people when they ask why Frankie Morales knows my drink order better than I do. Or why the quiet man with the soulful eyes finally loosens up in my presence.
Just friends.
That's what I tell myself when he calls me on his drive home because he saw a sunset and thought I'd like it. When he leaves little voice messages that say absolutely nothing important but still do.
When he texts me that he made it home. As if I was waiting to know. As if he knows I was.
Just friends.
When he remembers things nobody else does. The anniversary that makes me quiet. The song I always skip. The way thunderstorms make me nervous. The fact that I need the TV on to sleep when my head gets too loud. That I am the only person who knows about the ghosts he carries like luggage.
Just friends.
When I find myself looking for his truck before I even get out of my car at any gathering. When a room feels wrong until he's in it. When something good happens and his name appears in my mind before anyone else's. When no one apart from me knows the shape of his loneliness.
Just friends.
When he says my name in that soft, careful way he does that makes my stomach flip. Like he's holding something fragile. Something far more than words. And when I say his, his eyes crinkle in a laugh bright enough to feel like sunlight.
Just friends.
Until one night we're sharing a bed because life has a funny sense of humor and we're adults who can handle it, right ?
Just friends.
With a pillow between us that feels like a whole ocean. I fall asleep facing the wall and he falls asleep facing the other direction. Until somewhere in the middle of the night, while the world is quiet enough to tell the truth, our bodies betray us.
Just two tired people reaching for comfort.
And when we both wake with only the sun as our witness, neither of us moves. His arm is still around my waist. My hand is still curled against his chest. Neither of us says a word.
Because suddenly just friends feels like the biggest lie we've ever told. And yet neither of us is brave enough to call it anything else.
This is a little different than what I usually write, but my bestie @rhapsodyofdarkness gently nudged(read: bullied) me into publishing this, so there you go.
quick note: likely ooc, i do this for the hell of it, not to be accurate :p (not proofread)
contains: night shift attending! jack abbot, bar owner! reader, fem! reader, established relationship, implied age difference, kinda pervy! reader (you just want to jump his bones 24/7), lots of fluff, lazy sex bc why not.
summary: you had stayed at your bar ridiculously late after hours doing some housekeeping things. you blink and it's almost 8 a.m., meaning your boyfriend was likely leaving his shift at the hospital soon. you call him up and ask for a ride home.
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your forehead was damp with sweat when you finally climb down from the bar counter after deep cleaning every surface visible to the naked eye. you saved the counter for last, wincing at all your dirty shoeprints before wiping them down with a new cloth. you scrub as hard as you can, working up even more of a sweat. once you finish, you finally head into the back and grab your bag. as you walk towards the front of your bar to lock the door, you pause.
your phone screen reads 7:57 a.m. holy shit, you just spent four hours cleaning your bar. you let out a groan, running a hand over your face. you loved owning this bar, it got great business being right in the heart of downtown pittsburgh. but, fuck, you got carried away so easily when it came to things like cleaning and re-decorating. your powered off neon signs seem to mock you as you glance around. not a speck of dust, but at what cost.
then, an idea pops into your head. your boyfriend, dr. (daddy) jack abbot, should be leaving the hospital soon. you pull your messages and hit the call button, holding your phone up to your ear. after one ring, he answers the phone.
"morning, handsome."
you smirk as you hold the phone in your hand, resting against the wall by the front door.
"what are you still doing awake, honey?"
you chuckle at the concern in his voice.
"i'm uh- still at the bar, actually."
"let me guess, another early morning of cleaning like a madwoman?"
"don't make fun of me."
you whine playfully, getting out your keys to lock the door.
"i was going to ask if you could come get me on your way home, but i guess you aren't interested so i'll just take myself."
you could practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end as you spoke, having to stifle your own laughter. there's a beat of silence before some rustling is heard on the other end of the line.
"give me 20 and you better wait inside until you see me pull up."
"yes, sir."
you smirk, hanging up the call before he can have too much time to reflect on how much he liked hearing those words from your mouth.
20 minutes later, as promised, you watch jack's car appear in front of your bar. you step out, locking the door behind you. you double check by yanking on the handle before heading down the few steps to the sidewalk. you watch as your devastatingly handsome silver fox of a boyfriend steps out of his car. you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders lazily.
he instantly returns the embrace, wrapping his own arms snugly around your waist. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, smoothing a hand over your back.
"missed you, pretty girl."
he mumbles against your cheek before pulling you into a gentle kiss. you blush profusely, just like you always did even when you and jack were first going out on dates. he never got tired of seeing you get flustered at the slightest hint of affection from him.
"I'm fucking exhausted."
you groan, causing him to chuckle as he walks you over to the passenger side. he opens the door for you, waiting to shut it until your seatbelt is fully buckled. he places your bag next to his in the backseat before climbing back into the driver's seat. he looks over at you, admiring the way your features were softer than usual since you were so tired.
he rests a large, warm hand on your thigh as he pulls back onto the road and heads toward his place. you had been staying with him recently, since he lived a lot closer to the bar. definitely not because you wanted to bang him right before he went to work and right when he got back... never that. you're already plotting how to make the most out of this situation when you two made it home.
sure, you both were exhausted, but that's never stopped you before. as if sensing your internal excitement, jack's gaze flickers over toward you momentarily. he already knew what he was getting himself into by picking you up from your bar. he could tell when you were in the mood before you could half the time. it was evident in the way your thighs instinctively clenched together while you sat, your restless hand unintentionally squeezing then releasing his own.
once you two make it inside, you don't even let jack step a foot out of his entryway before you're slamming your lips against his. he meets your kiss with a surprised groan. he melts instantly, hands already resting on your waist and giving it a gentle squeeze. he wasn't young anymore, his leg already aching as you arched your back into him.
you took the hint, pulling away and leading him back toward the bedroom. you gently help him sit down on the bed before dropping to your knees in front of him. shit, if he weren't used to you and your insatiable sex drive he probably would have passed out by now. you undo the drawstring of his scrub pants and slide them down his legs. then you gently help him remove his prosthetic, eyes never leaving his the entire time. only his gorgeous girl could make something so inconvenient (to him) feel so sexy.
you rest it against the nightstand on the other side of his crutches. turning back to him, your hands travel up his muscular thighs, mouth watering at the sight of the generous bulge forming in his boxers. before you can do anything, his hands are under your arms and already hauling you up toward him.
"i know somewhere else that needs your mouth more."
he smirks as he helps you straddle him.
"like where?"
you chuckle, breath hitching when he pulls you into a heated kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, needing to taste you. he couldn't get enough of your lips and tongue, making him feel like he had this sort of reverse oral fixation. he could make out with you for hours, especially when he knew that it got you worked up rather quickly. at this point, you're already moaning shamelessly into his mouth and grinding against his lap.
you made him feel wanted when you were like this. unable to keep your hands or your mouth to yourself when you were around him. he never said anything directly about it, afraid you would subconsciously stop doing it as much. he'd tell you about his day and you'd be curled up in his arms, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek and jawline as he spoke. he tried to do the same himself, making sure his hands were on you in some way, shape, or form whenever you were close enough.
his hands travel down to your ass as you grind against him, squeezing and kneading the soft skin.
"atta girl, show me what you want."
he spoke gruffly in your ear, which encouraged your hips to grind against him with more intention. you could feel his prominent bulge rubbing right against your sensitive clit, even through your pants and underwear. he had a way of making every little spark of pleasure double in intensity, and you were helpless against it. he unbuttons your shirt, sliding it over your shoulders as he places open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of your neck.
you tilt your head back to give him better access, which he takes full advantage of. he leans down enough to place soft kisses around the swell of your breasts before gently removing your bra. something about seeing his big hands take each of your tits into his hands had you ready to come right then and there. he lets out a low moan while groping you, the contrast of his rough palms against your sensitive nipples had you both shivering.
"any chance you want to take care of the old guy today?"
you knew what he meant, and didn't have to be asked twice. you climbed off his lap, removing your own pants as jack finally takes off his shirt. you go to straddles his hips, but strong hands hold you in place.
"wrong spot, honey."
you let out a bashful chuckle as you move closer toward his head. he helps you settle each of your thighs on either side of his face. he doesn't even let you try to hover before he's yanking all of your weight down on his face. his tongue greedily laps at the juices pooling between your thighs, swirling it around your clit just the way you liked. your head falls back as loud whines escape your lips.
"f-fuck, jack... it's so much."
"you can take it, honey."
before long, you're grinding on his face. the way his nose was nuzzled against your aching clit had you reeling. he was always intentional with that, remembering what you'd told him... something about doja cat talking about big noses. it took him a hundred of your explanations to understand, but since then, he's never gone down on you the same. he can sense your needy pussy clenching around nothing as you get closer to the edge. he reaches up, guiding your hips as you grind against his face. within seconds, you're trembling and gushing all over his lips and chin.
he's sucking up every last drop of you to the point where you're beginning to whimper from the overstimulation. eventually, he releases you and you shakily move off of him. he turns toward you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you softly. you welcome his curious tongue into your mouth, tasting your essence on him. his hands are rubbing all over your body, when a sudden idea pops in his head.
the look in his eyes made you ache with need, the way he seemed to be all-consumed by your presence in his arms. it was a dream come true to constantly be this man's center of attention. he noticed that you looked a bit more tired than usual, so his idea was to fuck you... laying just like this.
"let me see you, pretty girl."
he gently scoops his hand under your knee, lifting it up and presenting your dripping wet cunt to him. he watched the need double in your gaze as you whimpered at the sudden rush of cool air. he couldn't get enough of seeing you like this, all wide open and ready for him. he yanks his boxers down, freeing his incredibly hard cock from its confines. you drool at the sight, the red and angry tip practically begging for your attention.
he gently glides his length against your wet folds, hissing in pleasure as he fights not to explode all over you. you twitch slightly, still trying to come down from having your soul sucked out of you just a minute before. he gently pushes himself in, moaning at the way your pussy hugged him just right. pliable enough to know that he'd prepped you well, but tight enough to cause him to lose focus for a moment.
"so how do we move?"
your voice trembles as you speak, a ragged moan coming out as he manages to bottom out inside you in this new position.
"move your hips just like you did on my face."
you blush again, the way he spoke so shamelessly about the naughty things you two do together, it really got to you. you start to rock your hips back and forth. the new angle felt magical, jack's hands pressed against your ass to help guide your movements. half the work, but double the pleasure. fuck, he was a genius. his hand rubs your thigh for encouragement as he readjusts your knee to rest on his hip bone.
"there you go, honey. such a smart girl."
"that sounded sarcastic..."
"nothing to be sarcastic about when you take my cock like it was made for you."
holy hell, you were clenching so tight around him as he spoke to you. he knew how much his words affected you, but this one took the cake. you start to move your hips with more enthusiasm, moaning as you rest your forehead against his. he pulls you in impossibly closer, holding you in place while he ruts his hips against you. the sudden force behind his thrusts has you digging your nails into his shoulders.
the combination of the sharp pinch from your nails and the way he felt your pussy fluttering around his cock was about to be his undoing. he speeds up his thrusts, feeling all of the joints in his lower body groan in protest but he couldn't be bothered to care. he had you falling apart around him, moaning out his name in that gorgeous voice of yours.
"come on, baby. keep taking it."
he grunts against your skin, now dragging your hips to meet his every thrust. the lewd sound of slapping skin echoes throughout the room, mingled with both of your moans.
"j-jack, i'm so close."
you whine, your hands still gripping onto him for dear life.
"what do you need, honey?"
"just don't- don't fucking stop please."
he obliged, keeping the steady pace of his thrusts as he felt you getting closer and closer to the edge. he muttered sweet praises in your ear as your moans got higher and raspier, the way they always did when you were about to come hard.
"where do you want it, baby?"
he grunts, feeling himself about half a second away from blowing his load inside of you.
"inside, please. i want to feel all of it."
"naughty fucking girl, you always want it inside don't you?"
"yes- fuck- always."
just then, your entire body shook with the force of your orgasm, causing jack to crumble right after you. he buried himself deep in your spasming cunt with a loud groan, his undeniably big load spilling inside you as he held you close. you bury your face in the crook of his neck, slightly embarrassed from how loud you could get when you came.
"prettiest sounds i'll ever get to hear."
he reassures you, knowing how easily embarrassed you got. post-nut clarity always seemed to hit you pretty hard, but jack was always there to soothe you through it. he eases himself out of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before sitting up and reaching for his crutches.
"jack, i can get it."
"don't patronize me, woman. i made a mess of you, so i'll clean you up."
you chuckle at his mock stern tone as he makes his way to the bathroom, unable to ignore the way his ass jiggled. that mole was absoultely mesmerizing. jack scoffs, feeling the way your gaze burned holes right into his round cheeks. you weren't shameless about many things, but his ass, you could watch it move all day and night long.
a/n: HOLY MOLY THIS ONE HAD ME FLUSTERED. also.. if you don't know what kinda position they're pulling... look up face-to-face position... yeah. ANYWHO, thank you all so so much for reading!!!! LOVE YOU ALL SM AND STAY SEXAAAYYY!!!! <333
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summary: you're spending quality time with your boyfriend, jack. things are comfortable as usual, but end up taking a spicy turn all because of one simple tiktok.
contains: experimentalist! bf! jack abbot, shy! sexually confused! reader, fem! reader, established relationship, implied age difference, reader discovers something new about herself, jack is literally down for anything as long as he gets to do it with you, slight? petplay... but not really? idfk., oral sex, p in v sex, cowgirl position :3
note: i'm really sorry if this seems awkward- i've never written anything like this before and am feeling quite like the reader in this situation (annoyingly flustered) LMFAO
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you'd just arrived home from work, finding your crazy hot doctor of a boyfriend doing the dishes in the kitchen. he was sitting in that same plastic chair he always used, posted right in front of the sink. you'd previously questioned why he'd never let you take care of these kinds of chores, but he'd always dismiss your worries. if he had a day off, he'd catch up on whatever the two of you had missed throughout the week.
you notice crutches resting a couple feet away, resting against the countertop. walking over to stand behind him, you slowly slide your hands over his shoulders then down his chest. he lets out a shameless groan in response, clearly already in a teasing mood. he'd never say it out loud, but he got really bored at home all day without his girl. you lean over and press a gentle kiss to his stubbled cheek.
"there's my pretty lady. let me finish up here and then i'll give you a proper greeting, yeah?"
he smirks, bringing one of your hands up and kissing your knuckles. you nod and walk off toward the bedroom to get out of your work clothes. after a few minutes, you walk back into the hallway, spotting jack who was now resting on the couch. his legs were spread wide, as per usual, allowing your gaze to focus on the way his sweatpants hugged his meaty thighs.
"looks like you've been having fun without me, huh?"
you chuckle, plopping right down next to him and immediately snuggling into his side. his arm wraps around you snugly, hand finding its place on the side of your thigh. he gives it a gentle squeeze, looking over at you and admiring your gorgeous features.
"this place is empty without you, sweetheart."
he places a kiss to your forehead before pulling you in for a real one. his free hand gently caresses your cheek as his lips press against yours. he always had that way of making you melt in an instant. so damn domestic that it made you never want to walk out the front door for work again.
"how was work?"
he gently pulls you in closer even though there wasn't any room left between you. he reaches for the tv remote and scrolls through a couple streaming platforms before deciding on a show you two had already binge watched a couple months ago.
"same shit, different day. realizing once again that i don't get paid enough to deal with half of that bullshit."
he smirks against your hair, knowing how trying work could be for you, especially when others were in a bad mood. you were the first person they'd take it out on, but you have to take it so you won't get fired.
"sorry, baby... wish we could get you out of there."
"i just find it funny that only certain people are the problem, yet management still keeps them around. i've found more useful things on the bottom of my fucking shoe."
he was really trying to behave at this moment, but he couldn't deny how sexy it was to see this spitfire side of you. he just continues to rub circles into your thigh until he feels you relax in his hold. you pull out your phone and start scrolling through tiktok. jack would always end up watching them with you over your shoulder. tonight was no different as he adjusts you slightly to get a better view of your phone.
he watches as you slowly start to unwind from your long day, laughing at the stupidest videos he's ever seen. it wasn't until you scrolled onto a video where it was showing images of a golden retreiver and a black cat sat next to each other. the text in the video read us? (black cat x golden retriever in some ridiculously fancy font.
"what does that mean? us... but it's just a dog and a cat?"
he asks you curiously, causing you to giggle. he really was becoming more well-versed with shitty brainrot lingo, but there were just some trends you hadn't been able to introduce him to yet.
"well... it's kind of like this power duo or couple thing that people like."
he raises an eyebrow, still completely lost. you turn your head, taking in his expression and gently pat his thigh before continuing.
"golden retrievers are supposed to be super friendly and charming in a way... so they're meant to represent a person who has a warm personality."
he nods, listening intently because he was waiting for an excuse to make this relate to your relationship.
"black cats are more chill and laid back, they take a lot longer to warm up to people. so they basically represent a person who's a little more introverted."
"okay- i think i'm getting it. so it's like a duo where one is shy while the other is outgoing?"
you nod with a soft smile, almost able to hear the gears turning in your boyfriend's head.
"would we be one of those duos?"
he asks curiously, watching your face to gauge your reaction.
"ehh- i think we're more of a doberman and orange cat duo."
confusion spreads across his face once again, questioning if he even wants to ask what this duo is supposed to represent. one step ahead of him, you alread begin to explain.
"you're the doberman, protective and calm when it counts. i'm the orange cat, bit of a menace with too much energy, but still lovable."
he quickly nods in understanding, seeing how that pairing fits the two of you a bit better. he's now wearing a soft smile as he thinks about those random moments where you get bursts of energy and start talking a mile a minute or dancing to get the jitters out. he wouldn't trade you for the world, in fact, he really did find himself feeling extra protective over you when you had all that energy.
"lucky me, i managed to find a really cute and feisty kitty."
his overtly teasing words didn't register with you for a few seconds, but when they did, you couldn't help the way your face went beet red. jack feels you tense slightly in his arms, trying to examine your expression. he notices the furious blush on your face and the way you frantically swipe at your phone and try to distract yourself.
"... what's this about, huh?"
he smirks, pulling your phone out of your hands. you were already completely embarrassed at the fact that you were getting wet from being called 'kitty' of all things. but of course, jack never lets this last for long. he was going to get you to admit it one way or another.
"come on, sweetheart. just tell me."
he coos, pulling you into his lap. he helps you slot your thighs on either side of him, holding your hips as he gazed up into your eyes. you desperately try to look away, but a hand flies up to immediately grab your jaw. he turns your face back toward him, feeling himself get hard beneath you as he takes in your flustered face. you both knew jack was up for anything with his beautiful girl, but especially when it came to discovering something new that made you feel good.
he could tell just from your body language that you were damp in your panties, so his hand that was originally on your hip starts to move towards your front. you squirm as his hand gets closer to your aching center, which confirms his suspicions.
"tell me what's got you worked up and i'll touch you."
you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, letting out a heavy sigh. you were seriously trying to get the words out, but you were flustered beyond belief. everything about the past minute, including the stupidly smug expression on your boyfriend's face causes you to choke on your words. he was trying to work with you, thinking of all the things that might have gotten you in this state. you can visibly recogize when the realization dawns on him.
"i see what's got my kitty so embarrassed now."
he gets an immense feeling of success as he watches you pratically writhe above him at his words. he wasn't really sure what you had to be embarrassed about, since it was just a little nickname that he'd absolutely make use of from now on.
"yeah? are you into that? being my good kitty?"
the sultry tone in his voice has you feeling ready to explode. now you just might as his hand finally slips past the hem of your sweatpants and starts to rub against your covered slit. you moan softly, hips buckling slightly against his hand. you look down at his face, his eyes are completely zeroed in on your expression. he hadn't seen you this worked up since the beginning of your relationship when he'd made you sit on his face for the first time.
"fucking beautiful when you get like this."
he groans, the sensations of you grinding against his hand also rubbing off on the growing tent in his pants. he removes his hand from your pants and helps you slide them off, tossing them to the side somewhere. his hands return to your hips, slowly but firmly grinding them against his own hips.
"you wanna show me? show me how worked up my kitty really is?"
you nod hesitantly before he lets go of your hips and lets you have free reign. you continue to grind against him on your own, hands resting on his shoulders for stability as you quicken the pace. his head tips back against the soft cushion of the couch, soft grunts coming out as he can feel a wet spot forming on his sweatpants.
"atta fucking girl... look at you."
he chuckles, lifting you off of his lap for a moment to get rid of his own pants. an idea comes to his head right before you can straddle him again. he rests a firm hand against your thigh, holding you in place.
"stand up for a second."
you shoot him a confused look, but nod and follow his directions anyway. you stand there, feeling a bit awkward and self-conscious as he... lays on his back on the couch. oh fuck... that only meant one thing. you start to protest as he grabs at your thighs to bring you closer.
"jack- i don't know if i can-
"sure you can. now come sit on my fucking face like a good kitty."
your knees wobble slightly as you reluctantly close the distance between the two of you. as soon as you're within enough reach, he's hoisting one of your legs over the side of his head. he was doing this for you whether you were ready to accept it or not. as soon as your steady, he's pulling you down, not willing to let you even attempt hovering. he plunges his tongue into your slick folds, lapping greedily at your generous amount of slick.
"fuck- you really do like this... you're soaked, baby."
he mumbles against your cunt, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts to suck on your clit. you were completely overwhelmed now, head falling back as uncontrolled moans rip from your throat. he starts to glide your hips back and forth, thighs twitching slightly every time your clit would graze the tip of his nose. you were already close, hands moving down to his salt and pepper curls, tugging harshly.
he loved every second of it, you falling apart on his face.
"taste so good... could eat you all night..."
every vibration from his voice got you closer and closer to the edge until you finally succumb to all the pleasure he could bring you with just his mouth. he groans against you as you come all over his face, slick coating him from his nose down to his chin. he doesn't stop licking until you're completely spent and threatening to toppple over.
as soon as his hands move, you scramble off of him. he chuckles as he watches you almost tumble to the floor. if it weren't for his stupidly sexy and big hands grabbing you, you would have eaten shit. he sits up against the couch, pulling you closer. leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your lower stomach, gazing up at you.
"don't have to be so shy about what you want, kitty."
he won't even try to hide the smirk this time as he drags you back into his lap. without a second to waste, he pulls his aching cock from his boxers and lines it up with your entrance. you wince as he lowers your hips just enough to where the tip is inside. for him, it wasn't so much the length as it was the girth that really stretched you out. he knew to take it easy on you when first starting out.
however, you seem to have other things in mind as you manage to wiggle your hips enough that he's completely bottomed out inside you within seconds. you moan loudly, and so does jack, as his fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips.
"so eager for this cock, aren't you?"
he loosens his grip ever so slightly as you start to take control. you're bouncing on his cock like your life depends on it. all he can do is sit there and watch the way pleasure makes your face contort in the most beautiful ways. he loved when you took what you wanted because it showed him that you were comfortable and really feeling good.
"what other dirty secrets is my kitty hiding from me, huh?"
he teases, feeling the way you clench around him at the nickname. if you thought that he was through with the teasing, you were dead wrong. suddenly, he's grabbing your hips and pressing you firmly against him so you couldn't move. you whimper in protest, trying desperately to move your hips in any way.
"don't worry, baby, i'll let you keep going. but i need you to tell me something first."
"please... i'm so close-"
you pant, your brows furrowed as you're forced to sit still. he doesn't miss the way your eyes are starting to glisten, so he knows that he'll get you to crack rather easily.
"i know, shh, i know. all you have to do is say that you're my good kitty and i'll let you ride this cock to your heart's content."
you squirm against him, the familiar flush creeping back up your body once again. you roll your eyes at him, which earns you a swat on the ass.
"i didn't say bad kitty, did i? because if you want to be a bad kitty, you're not coming anywhere near it."
you struggle against his hold for a few more seconds before finally giving in.
"i-i'm your good kitty..."
you mutter under your breath, which clearly wasn't good enough for jack as his grip tightens on your hips.
"say it like you fucking mean it."
"i'm your good kitty."
you say with a bit more volume, your voice breaking slightly as he rams his hips up into you. you moan loudly, gripping onto his arms.
"yeah, you are. such a good fucking kitty. now take what you want."
you don't hesitate, already back to bouncing on him as your eyes roll to the back of your head. your fucked out expression has jack realizing that he's close too. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against him, lifting his hips to meet your own.
"that's it, baby. come on this fucking cock."
he grunts out, just barely holding back until you come undone around him. no more than two seconds later, he's coming too, shooting his load deep inside you with a ragged moan. he holds you close as you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm, panting against his shoulder.
"such a pretty kitty... you know how to take it, don't you?"
he smirks against your cheek, kissing it softly. you pull back, enough to meet his gaze with a slight frown.
"you're insufferable sometimes, babe."
"says the cutie that just fucked herself stupid on my cock."
filthy smug bastard and his even filthier words... fuck, you loved him.
a/n: HOLY FUCK??? i have never written anything quite like this before... in the meantime, i have seriously discovered something new about myself. wowowowowow, i need that old man so bad i might just explode. AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU SM FOR READING, LOVE YOU LOTS, AND STAY SEXAAAYYY!!!!!! <3333
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