Summary: You volunteer at the hospital to help with patients. You didn’t expect to have an awkward run in with the grumpy nightshift attending after he was injured.
Contains: Officer Jack Abbot, somewhat grumpyxsunshine, fluff, tension, you helping Jack with his injury, grumpy Abbot, hints season 2 ep 7 (love mohabbot), Abbot being a tease
You didn’t get nervous often, or scared. Just this once, as you stare up at the building standing tall in front of you, nerves run through your body. You turn your head and watch as the sun was beginning to set. Your head is brought back to the hospital once the automatic doors open.
You watch as two nurses leave; laughing and both have their arms wrapped around each other. Seeing it makes you smile. You adjust the bag on your shoulder and walk into the hospital.
Within an instant you’re met with noise, the waiting room is filled with people. Some who look sickly and some who look okay on the inside but surely something is wrong.
You walk up to the desk with plexiglass wrapping around it. You wait behind a mother who has her daughter in her arms. The daughter is definitely no more older than 2 years old. The little girl turns her head and looks up at you.
Smiling, you wave to her. The baby lets out a babble and a giggle. Slobber rolls down her chin and your nose scrunches up with your smile. The mom walks away with her babygirl and you watch them take their seat.
“Next!” You flinch and focus back in on the lady behind the desk.
“Hi—“
“Any nausea, sore throat, vomiting, diarrhea?” The lady rudely interrupts you.
“No, but—“
Sliding a clipboard with a pen under the plexiglass she monotonously says, “Okay, fill this out and someone will be with you soon.”
“No, I’m here for the volunteer program. The one where they give food to patients and help keep stuff clean.” You slowly push back the clipboard.
The lady huffs and presses a button, the doors near the desk slowly open. She points, “through there.”
You nod to at the woman, whom you thought was a bit bitter for your liking, but you brush it off your shoulders and pridefully walk to the door.
Your eyes first fixate on how white the inside of the emergency room looked. The area is the definition of a hospital. A wrap around desk is near you, with two TV’s with a bunch of names and abbreviated things next to them. Nurses and doctors rush back and forth between the desk, and back to rooms. You’d blink and they’d be gone before you could even talk to them.
“You okay, sweetie?” You flinch at the gentle voice of a woman. You look over at her and take in her older features and her loose curly brown hair.
“Yes, of course — sorry.” You stutter and she smiles at you.
“Can I help you with something?” She asks you.
“I’m here for the volunteer program to serve patients food and to keep things straightened up.” You explain why you’re standing in everyone’s way, and you watch as her face brightens.
“Oh, yes! I’m so glad you’re here. I’m about to get off soon, I’m Dr. Al-Hashimi, day shift attending for a few months — the nightshift attending, Dr. Abbot will help you if you have questions,” She begins and you nod. “I’ll go over what you have to do so you can try not to ask him too many questions.”
You’re caught off guard and go to say something but Dr. Al-Hashimi is quick to cut you off. Quickly, she begins to walk — you try your best to rush after to her.
“So, patients need to get at least a sandwich, but depending on their case jello may be their best option; always offer water.” She points to a cart with some stuff on it. “Now, the break room gets messy. People constantly are in and out changing scrubs because substances get everywhere. Check the bathrooms periodically to clean any hazards to avoid more reasons for people to stay in this hospital.”
She turns and faces you. “Got it?”
You blink at her for a moment and your mind goes blank.
She can’t help but break into laughter at your face, “I know it sounded like a lot, but it’s really easy. Again, any questions ask Abbot.” She pats your arm.
Sounded like you shouldn’t bother to ask him.
Your eyebrows furrow.
“Trauma coming through!” A woman shouts and Al-Hashimi flicks her head to the patient being wheeled in.
Your head also follows and you watch as doctors and nurses gather around the patient being wheeled in. You can’t help but notice the male in camo with a black bulletproof vest on top of the patient performing CPR.
“What do we got?” Al-Hashimi asks. She moves with urgency and swiftly through the crowd to get to the patient.
The male performing CPR cocks his head a bit, “Eighteen-year-old female, stab wound to the left of her chest, a lot of blood loss — I don’t know how many liters. She fell into vtach in the ambulance.” He roughly speaks and he tries to catch his breath in between.
Has a police officer ever stayed with a patient this long? You wonder.
You watch as they disappear into a trauma room and you can’t help but wonder if the girl will make it.
Eighteen is young.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You grab the cart with the food and water and begin to wheel it around.
You stop by each room and deliver some food to patients. Some were asleep so you left it for them on their side table — in hopes they’d be happy to see it when they wake up.
In room four, you found yourself talking to an older woman. She has been in and out of the hospital because of a heart condition and she told you all about her life back in Wisconsin.
“You should’ve seen the land; I had acres, dear, acres!” She beams and rubs her hand. You sit on the bed next to her and smile down at her.
“Have you always grown up on a farm?” You ask her.
She hums, “You bet. I think I still have biceps from all the hay I threw around.” She jokes and you can’t help but laugh.
A soft knock is placed on the door and you turn to see who it is.
“I see Margret got you caught in her Wisconsin farm life talk,” Al-Hashimi smiles at you both.
“She wasn’t bothering me, honestly, best conversation so far.” You rub Margret’s hand softly and Margret tilts her head and smiles at you.
“Good, good. I hate to do this but I think a patient just got into room two; could you offer them some food?” Al-Hashimi claps her hands together in a pleading way and you nod.
“Of course, that’s what I’m here for.” You turn to Margret, “Don’t go anywhere. I want to hear more.”
“Sweetie, I have no where to be!” Margret laughs.
You stand up and nod your head at Al-Hashimi before wheeling your cart out of the room. You wheel it over to room two; the large white curtain blocks the view of the patient. You knock on the door and push back the curtain.
You turn and grab stuff from the cart, “Hi, I’m just here to bring food to patients; would you like anything…” You turn your head back to who’s in the bed which causes your words to fade.
It’s the police officer from earlier. He stands there and pulls a shirt over his head and turns back to look at you. Your eyes flick to the bloody wound on his shoulder. Then to his broad shoulders and his built back. You swallow and watch as he throws his shirt onto the bed; his muscles flexing in the process. You try your hardest to look away, but his body was something to look at.
“Do I look like a patient?” The grey haired man said. His tone is flat and stern.
Your eyes look back to his shoulder, “Yes?”
“You sound unsure,” The man sits down. You watch as he gloves up and pulls a metal table closer to him.
His chin flicks to the door, “Mind shutting that, kid?”
Submissively you quickly shut the door.
He takes a needle attached to a syringe. He sticks it into a bottle and sucks some fluid into the syringe. He lifts it up and flicks it to even out the fluid and remove air bubbles.
“Staring is a rude thing to do.” Your mouth goes dry as he speaks softly. His voice rumbles in the silent room.
You can hear your own heart beating in your ears.
Worry rakes over you.
He can’t hear that — can he?
“Sorry—“
“Don’t apologize,” He turns his head and lifts his hand to his shoulder.
Between his middle finger and pointer finger holds the syringe and needle. He slowly pushes the needle near his wound and his thumb pushes the syringe down to inject himself with whatever fluid is in it.
“Are you allowed to be doing this?” You look back to the door unsure if this was legal.
He lets out a breathy laugh, “Should I be allowed to do this?” He repeats sounding somewhat irritated.
“Yes, that’s what I asked.” You narrow your eyes at him.
His eyes flick up to your serious looking face. He cocks his head a bit as his eyes flick over your face.
“Do you know who I am?” He asks.
“You’re a police officer?” You hesitatingly say; not knowing what is true.
“Ah,” He looks back down at the metal table. You awkwardly adjust in the spot you’re standing.
“Am I wrong?” You awkwardly ask and he looks up again, “You think a police officer would be pricking themselves in a hospital without a doctor?” His tone comes off rude and you try to not let it get to you.
“Well no—“
“Exactly, so, using the context clues you have been given, what do you think I am?” He tilts his head up at you.
Then it hits you.
“A doctor.” Another pause. “Wait — Are you Dr. Abbot?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He slowly speaks as he tries to wipe up the wound.
You bite the inside of your cheek at the fact he called you ma’am.
He grunts as he can’t reach it completely. You can hear his breath escape in soft grunts and groans. He hisses softly as the alcohol wipe touches the cut.
“How’d it happen?” Curiosity gets the best of you.
“You always this nosy?” He fires back.
“You told me to shut the door, but you didn’t tell me to leave.” You shrug, “So, how’d you get it.”
He looks at you and tosses down the bloodied alcohol pad.
“A bullet grazed me.” He says it like it’s nothing. While you, your stomach twists.
“Someone shot at you?” The shock is evident in your voice.
“Yeah, I was with paramedics on another case. It was an abusive dad holding his wife and son at gunpoint.” He explains the story and your eyes widen.
“That’s scary. Are they okay?”
“Luckily no one was shot.” He hums.
You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, of course, “You were though.” You point out.
“Kid, I’ve been shot at many times in the field. This is nothing.”
“The field?” You cock your head.
“I was a combat medic.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise.
“That’s so cool!” You step closer.
Abbot blinks at you and looks slightly taken aback, but he tries to shrug you off. “Yeah. It was fun until I lost a leg.” Your smile falters.
“Sorry.” You flatten your lips.
“I said, don’t apologize.” His voice drops and falls back to a stern tone.
“Sor—“ You pause. “Do you need help bandaging that?” You point to him struggling with trying to tape down his bandages on his wound.
He frustratingly slams down his hands onto the table. You’re startled at the rattle of the metal table at first. You step a bit closer to him; he rubs his jaw and looks at you.
“Be my guest,” He huffs and sets his arm down in his lap.
He manspreads a bit and you get closer. Your legs go on both sides of his thigh and he lowers his leg a bit for you to get closer. He turns his waist to angle his shoulder at you some more. Hesitantly, you take the tape and bandages and begin to unravel the white bandage. You cover his wound and he hear him suck in his breath at the pain. His face is close to your neck as you feel his breath escape onto it. You start to tape down the sides of the bandages.
“Did she make it?” You didn’t want to ask but it was on your mind from the moment you saw her get wheeled in.
Abbot is quiet for a moment and with a sigh, “No. She didn’t.” His voice rasps and it sends shivers up your back at the huskiness of his voice so close to your ear.
You fall silent. You don’t know what to say. Was it something he felt upset about? I mean, you felt somewhat sad at the thought of a young girl dying.
“Her boyfriend stabbed her.” He scoffs and you look down at the side of his face. “All because he wanted to go out and cheat on her.” His head shakes gently and he flicks down a wrapper of a bandage that he was fidgeting with.
“It must be hard,” You softly speak. “Seeing people in here young or old dying even though you fought hard for their lives.” You finish up with his shoulder and step away from him.
Abbot looks down at the marbled ground and his hands squeeze the edge of the hospital bed. His veins pop out in his large hands. Your mind tries to think of something to say to the guy, but it’s in spirals.
“Well, back to work.” He abruptly stands up, which catches you off guard.
“Are you sure you should?” You don’t know why you cared so much. You just met the guy.
“I’m needed out there.” He grabs his shirt and flips it back to normal after being inside-out. “A little shoulder injury won’t keep me from saving lives.” He turns his head and winks at you.
You feel your cheeks warm up at the gesture.
“Shouldn’t you take a breather after the girl — I mean, you seem a bit upset.”
“Kid, I’ve had multiple patients die in a day. I’ll be fine.” You want to believe him, but he doesn’t sound convincing.
His black shirt is back on, and it hugs his body nicely. He wraps his stethoscope around his neck and wipes his hands down his chest flattening the material. You focus on how the material stretches across his chest but you blink to avoid any thoughts.
“Thanks for the help, kid.” He gives you a half-assed smile. You want to roll your eyes at him, but you don’t.
You both stand in silence; after a few moments he starts to walk closer to you. With instinct, you back up with each inch he gets closer to you. You feel coldness hit your back as you’re pressed against what you think is a wall. There is only about an inch between you and Abbot. Your head tilts back as you look at him in the eyes. His arms are tucked behind his back.
He leans down a bit, “This stays between you and me, yeah?” His voice is low. It’s daring, and deep.
“Mhm,” You hum.
Your eyes flick between his as his head leans down closer to your face. Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes focus on his mouth. Your tongue licks your lips slowly.
His arm reaches out to you and you brace yourself for him to touch you. You close your eyes and wait. You hear a gentle click, which causes you to flick your eyes open. Abbot gives you a certain look and you swallow the lump in your throat. You look at Abbots stretched out arm and turn your head. You feel your face heating as you realize his hand is on the doorknob next to your waist.
“You’re blocking the door,” He nods his head to the door and squints his eyes a bit.
“S–Sorry,” You move out of his way quickly.
He opens the door and the sound of beeping, conversation, and whatever chaos that’s going in the hospital floods into the room. He walks out shortly after and turns his head once more back to the door.
“Have fun delivering food to patients.” He calls out after you.
You stand in the doorframe, your face is as red as a tomato and you visibly palm yourself in the face.
Summary: After a few weeks of your last run in with Abbot, he comes over to check out your run down car — not much work gets done.
Contains: age gap, unprotected p in v, sex, Abbot eats you out, praise kink, pushing cum back inside, cumming inside, cute ending kinda, detailed smut, Abbot respects you, some dirty talk, Jack Abbot has a big dick
Authors Note: You guys are getting what you wanted. Here she finally is 💋
It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen Jack. A part of you is bothered of how long it’s been since you’ve last seen last saw him.
You lay in your bed with your feet in the air, resting against your wall. You’re flipping through a magazine you stole for a saloon the last time you got your hair done. Music from your phone hums through the hair. A soft knock is placed on your door.
“Come in!” You shout but don’t bother turning towards the door.
“I’m heading to the hospital soon. I probably won’t be back—“
“—till late, got it.” You roll your eyes but your dad can’t see.
“You know it’s been rough since the divorce. I’m trying my best to balance you and work.” Robby softly speaks.
“It’s fine. Go save some lives and bring me back some of those jello things for the cafeteria, oh, especially the strawberry flavor.” You try and switch the subject.
After your mom died, Robby decided to get himself back in the dating world. He married a woman named Janey, which landed you an awesome stepbrother, Jake. The relationship never lasted long. He was too drowned out in his work that he forgot about what really mattered, which was you and the family he chose. Robby still was very close with Jake, and they always had a great connection.
Then it didn’t take him long to have a relationship with his colleague Heather Collin’s. You wished they got married. She’s spend all of her time braiding your hair, letting you gossip about whatever, she talked about work gossip with you more than what Robby would ever tell you, and she was such an amazing woman. Of course, Robby yet again was too drowned in his work to see the good he had and still has — you.
“Yeah, of course.” Robby chuckles at you.
You flip the page of your magazine thinking he left, but you hear him tap on the doorframe.
“I almost forgot, Abbot is coming by to fix up your beetle.” This makes you perk up.
“Today?” You turn to look at him and he nods.
“He offered to fix it and I denied but he kept pushing, y’know how the guy is.” Robby rubs the back of his neck.
“He’s stopping by before his nightshift.”
You’re now fully sitting up. Something in you is excited to see Abbot again. It’s been a while since you last saw him, and you can’t help but feel your heat race at the idea of you two being alone again. On top of that he’s going to be fixing up your car.
“Okay, love you. Drive safe.” You glance down at the helmet tucked under your dad’s arm and you shake your head. “And actually wear that thing.”
“I always wear it.”
“Bullshit.” You roll your eyes at him and he lets out a throaty laugh.
“Love you, sweetheart.” He leaves your room and as soon as he leaves you quickly stand up.
You had a bit to get the house ready for Jack. You wanted to clean as much as you could before he got here; especially your room. Even though you guys will be outside, your main goal was to get that man inside.
So, you change into some comfortable sweatpants, a tank top, and put in your headphones. You put on whatever playlist could get you motivated and you began to clean.
You don’t know how long you’ve been cleaning, but it felt like your room took an eternity. You hum to the song in your headphones and you feel your hips naturally sway. You crouch down to sweep up the dust you swept up in a pile.
Once you finally sweep up all the scraps you stand up. Before you could walk forward the feeling of a hand touches your back.
You yelp and spin around. Your chest heaves with panic but it dies down after a moment when you lock eyes with someone a lot less intimidating.
You pull your headphones out of your ears, “Were you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Jack puts his hands in the air indicating ‘I come in peace.’
“Sorry kid, the door was unlocked and I knocked a million times.” He explains.
Your eyes travel down at his hand. He’s holding a tool box. His forearms are flexed and you can see his muscles popping out and the detail of his veins.
“What if I was naked.” You narrow your eyes at him.
He opens his mouth to say something but he clamps it shut. His eyes look away and down at the tools.
“You ready to fix up your car?” He avoids your statement which makes you frown a bit but you brush it off.
Outside, he sets down his tool kit. You pop the hood for him and come back around to watch what he’s doing. He places both of his hands on both sides of the car. You watch as his white shirt rides up and your eyes take in his back and side of his stomach.
He leans forward and begins touching some stuff in the car. Your head cocks to the side a bit as you try your best to get a look at what his fingers are doing to your car.
“What’s wrong with it?” You ask.
“I think a fuse went out, and your corroded terminals are loose.” He leans back and takes in your car.
“Can you hand me a wrench?” He asks you and you bend slightly to grab it.
You turn around and hand it to him. You watch as he tightens something in your car, but your eyes fixate on the way his muscles flex each time he turns the wrench.
“With the fuse we have to wait till we can get you some more fuses,” He wipes his forehead and some grease gets on his forehead.
You cover your mouth to hold your laughter. He can’t help but notice your tragic attempt.
“What?” His eyebrows furrow.
“You got a lil’ something,” You do a circular motion on his face. He takes his other hand and wipes his face only making more grease to get on his face.
“Oh my gosh you’re hopeless,” You tease.
You walk forward and grab his hand, “Come with me.”
You lead him back inside your house and drag him into your bedroom which has your connected bathroom. As you walk in Abbot takes in your bedroom once more; getting a better look at it.
You take him to the bathroom and let go of his hand, “sit.” You point to the toilet and without hesitation he sits down.
You open a cabinet and grab a wash cloth. You run it under the faucet to get it wet. You ring it out and you walk over to Jack.
“This should do the trick,” you smile.
You slowly wipe the black grease off of his face. You both look at each other each wipe you take. You get to his nose and slowly trail to the tip. You then caress his cheek with the wash cloth. Your eyes flick between each others.
Jack grabs ahold of your wrist and your breath hitches. He brings you closer and your mouths hover over each others for a moment. He tilts his head more and finally kisses you. You drop the wash cloth and quickly begin to kiss him back. His hands roam your back and grab ahold of your waist.
He pulls you closer and instinctively you begin to straddle his lap. Your hand grabs ahold of his cheek and neck. Your thumb rests on his cheek and the rest of your fingers wrap on his neck. You grind upward slowly and Jack breathes into the kiss.
With a quick motion Jack lifts you from the seat, and now he is standing and you’re in the air. He begins to walk and you just continue to work your tongue into his mouth.
He holds his hands under you, just barely below your butt. His hands grip you roughly, but it doesn’t hurt as he carries you over to your bed. He sets you down and he’s hovering over you. Your legs swerve through the loose sheet on the top of your bed, and without hesitation you both kick it to the ground.
He grabs your neck and pulls you close to kiss him. His tongue explores your mouth, making you arch up a bit as you feel pleasure from his tongue.
He breaks away from the kiss making you slightly gasp at the loss of his lips. He looks you in the eye as his hands slide down to your waistband of your sweats. His fingers hook around the band but he hesitates, waiting for your approval.
“Please —“ You beg, "Take them off.”
Without wasting another second he slides them down till their past your ankles. Your breath gets caught on your throat as you feel the cool breeze of your room hit your legs. Goosebumps travel all over making your back arch a bit.
His hands slides up your thigh, stroking you slowly. His eyes linger on your black laced underwear. His hand glides over the top of your public bone. Teasing you. Slowly, his thumb brushes over your clothed cunt. You gasp as you feel him dangerously close to your privates. He takes index finger and slowly massages your pussy up and down.
It makes you squirm. All you want is more. He looks at you through hooded eyes as you gasp. With instinct, you grip at his wrist as he continues to teasingly massage you through your panties.
"You like that?" You nod your head at his deep, hungry voice. You bite your lip as he continues to rub over the cloth.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He groans at the wetness of you. You can feel yourself pulse at the way he touches you and speaks to you.
“Jack,” you gasp.
“Hm?”
“I want more. Give me more, please.” You cry out. You craved something stronger than the soft pleasure he is giving you.
“More?” He repeats in a teasing tone.
“Yes,” you breathlessly say.
He takes his hand away from your pussy and you whine at the loss of his touch. He takes his hand and runs the tip of his fingers over the bottom of your stomach. Shivers run up your spine at the feeling.
You watch him closely. You take in every move he makes. He locks eyes with you and you watch as his head moves downward. He hovers above your panties and your eyes go a bit wide.
Is he — no way.
His hand slides up under your tank top and you take in the roughness of his calloused hands. Naturally your knees fold upward as his head hovers near your pussy. You can feel yourself pulse with anticipation, and want. He takes his hand and cups it over your breast. Massaging it slowly.
He looks up at you as he slowly moves closer downward. His mouth locks on your clothed cunt. You can feel the warmth of his mouth through the thin fabric; making you moan. Your back arches as you feel his tongue lap over your clit. He wasn’t even fully eating you out but intense waves of pleasure rolled over you.
He sticks his tongue out and drags it up until his mouth was at the top of your underwear. He takes the fabric between his teeth and pulls them down. You lift your ass to help him get them off better. The cold air hits your glistening cunt. You’re so wet, and just ready to take Jack however.
He moves his mouth back down to your cunt and he slides his tongue between your folds. You gasp at the feeling of his wet, hot tongue doing that to you. He takes your clit into his mouth and his tongue flicks and swirls around your nub. You put a hand over your mouth and let out a sob. You can feel your eyes roll back a bit at the way his tongue made you feel. You choked back a moan, and he takes his mouth off.
“If we do this I want to hear you. Don’t cover your mouth.” He grabs your hand away from your mouth. He pins your wrists next to your waist and continues to lick and suck every part of your cunt.
“Jack, oh God,” You moan breathlessly at the way his tongue laps over your cunt.
He lets go of your wrist and as he continues to work his magic on your cunt, he takes his thumb and begins to massage your clit back and forth as his tongue slides over your folds.
“Oh fuck,” You moan.
Your hand finally finds his peppered hair. You grip it and rake your fingers through it. Grasping at whatever you can to somehow calm you down from the pleasure taking over your body. You feel yourself scoot down more and you can’t help but grind upward onto his mouth.
Jack lets out a throaty groan a bit and it vibrates on your cunt making you moan.
You roll your hips a bit more and your eyes roll back, “I’m gonna cum, fuck.” you cry out.
With one last roll your gasp out as you came. Your whole body shakes and your thighs tremble. Jack keeps eating you out and your stomach rises and falls down rapidly as your body tries to calm down.
You lift his head off of your cunt and without hesitation you begin to kiss him. He climbs upward and takes your waist into his arm. Your legs are still spread. Your cunt pulses and aches at the feeling of the hard climax you just had.
You stare at Jack, “That was amazing.” You breathlessly say. “You’re amazing.”
Jack kisses your temple and you feel warmth pool into your stomach. Your hand finds Jack’s neck as he holds you. Your eyes flick between his.
“Jack I want you,” You finally say.
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me,” you waste no more time explaining your wants.
“Kid—“
“Please.” You whisper to him.
You see something flash in Jacks eyes. Lust, maybe?
He pushes your back onto the bed and spreads your legs. Your eyes look at his crotch near your cunt. He has his pants on still but your mind can’t help but picture him without his pants on. Just his cock in-between you two.
“I’m asking you this once,” he gets closer. His voice is low, soft spoken, “You think you can handle it.” His hand grips your jaw.
“Yes, sir.”
Jack unbuttons his dark blue jeans. You can see the band of his white briefs.
“Of course you wear Calvin Klein.”
He does nothing but smile at you. He slides his shirt swiftly over his hand. Next, he drops his jeans down below his waist and his briefs were on full display. You watch him as his hands hook around his briefs. His thumbs pull them down slowly, and you watch as his cock springs free from the tight fabric. You can feel your mouth water at his heavy cock.
“Still think you can manage?” He teases.
“Don’t get too full of yourself,” You retort.
Next to you is your nightstand. Coincidentally the condom from your clubbing night is sitting peacefully on top of it. Abbot notices and goes to grab it but you grab his arm before he can reach it.
He gives a confused look and you can feel your cheeks heating up.
“I’m on the pill,” you mumble softly.
Jacks eyebrows raise a bit, and he smiles down at you. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek at your boldness and he shakes his head.
He closes the gap between you two by kissing you. You put your hands on his neck and the other in his face. He props himself up by one arm next to your side.
With his other hand he grips his hard cock. Your breath gets caught into your throat when you feel his dick slides up and down your wet cunt. You flinch when you feel him tap his tip onto your clit. Your legs twitch at the feeling.
“Promise me that if it hurts or anything, you’ll tell me to stop.” You’ve never seen him so serious before.
“Okay.” You agree to his terms.
Your hands slides to his muscular shoulders. You both stare into each other’s eyes and without another second you feel Jack at your entrance. You don’t break your eyes away from him. Slowly, he slides into you. Your mouth hangs open as you gasp and your head tilts back a bit.
You can feel his cock stretching you with every inch he goes into you. He puts his hand on your chin and tilts your head back to look at him.
“There we go. That’s my girl.” He praises and rubs his thumb on the inside of your thigh.
You whimper at his praise and you naturally feel your legs spread more.
You feel his hips rock forward and then backward. He thrusts forward making you bounce a bit.
“Oh God,” you cry out.
Your cunt clenches around him tightly. You shudder a the way it makes you feel and you can tell it makes Abbot feel just as good.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” He leans down and leaves a sloppy kiss on your neck. He gives you a little bite.
He begins to go a bit fast and every time he pulls out and thrusts into you it feels like you’re being stretched all over again.
“Such a good girl taking my cock.” He praises you and you moan at the praise.
You feel yourself getting more hot and you can see sweat glistening on Abbot. He grips your hips tightly and pushes you down further onto his thick cock. You moan and he continues to pound into you.
“Is this pussy all mine?” He grunts and you nod your head. “No, I want a verbal response.” He orders you.
“Fuck, yes it’s all yours.” You cry out and your voice hitches with each time he thrusts into you.
Your cunt aches but it doesn’t hurt. It makes you feel good, you can feel yourself drooling a little bit. Your mind feels fuzzy and pleasure is raking through your body.
“I’m so close,” you sob.
“You gonna cum all over this cock, hm?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.” You nod and moan.
“Cum for me. Cum on this cock.”
Abbot guides your climax and you feel yourself explode. Your whole body shakes, but this time it was way more intense than when you came from his him eating you out.
“Shit,” you can feel a tear run down your face from the pleasure.
“Good girl,” He hums.
His hand slides up and traces your bottom lip. He peels it down and kisses you. His tongue protrudes your mouth, but he didn’t stop thrusting.
Your body shakes from the overstimulation of your second climax and Abbot going in and out of you.
“Fuck,” He grunts.
You can tell his thrusts are getting quicker but sloppier. You watch as his eyebrows furrow and his face scrunches a bit.
“Fucking shit,” He leans forward and keeps himself propped up by his arms.
“Gonna cum, take this fucking cum.” He grunts into your ear.
With one thrust forward you feel warmth fill your pussy. You can feel yourself getting full from his cum and you moan softly at the feeling. He does one more thrust before pulling out. Once he pulls out you can feel his cum drip slowly out of you. He watches the cum slowly drip out. You take two of your fingers and swipe up the cum dripping and finger it back into yourself.
Jack leans forward and kisses your head. The feeling was more gentle than you two having sex. Not that it was bad, but the kiss made it known he cares.
“I want you to know that beyond just sex or whatever this is; I really do care about you.” You break the silence.
Jack takes you into his arms and your back lays against his chest. His fingers run up and down your arm slowly, and softly.
“I care about you, too.” He softly says.
Your heart skips a bit and you feel yourself smile. You lean back and relax into his embrace. With a sigh you close your eyes and take in his warmth, and the moment you shared.
Summary: After many nights of a hookup with your dad’s best friend you can’t stop thinking about him. So, after getting drunk with your two friends you give him a call. He doesn’t hesitate to come to get you, and take care of you for the night.
Contains: You being drunk, Age Difference, Making out, Fluff, Abbot taking care of you, Cuddling, NO SMUT, Abbot being respectful
Authors Note: Here’s a part 2, I didn’t want much freakiness in this one. Ima save that for the next. I’ll probably do a couple more for this series, but be patient with me!! Thanks for the support <3
The music from the club drowns out as soon as the cold Pittsburgh air smacks you in the face. Your heels stumble across the concrete and you finally grip the wall next to you. You take a deep breath and tug down your right dress — feeling exposed.
Your purse is hanging on your forearm and you dig through it to find your phone. It takes you longer than expected to click on the contact you were searching for.
Brr
Brr
“Hello?” You huff at the manly voice on the other end.
“Hellooo.” You drag out your response. It was the alcohol in you talking.
“You okay, kiddo?” Jack asks.
“Never been better. Actually, I feel — fantastic!” You start giggling at yourself.
“Are you drunk?” Jack’s voice is laced with concern.
“Psh, no.”
“You telling me that or yourself?” He chuckles.
“Don’t know. I miss you, though.” You mumble and tilt your head back and lean it against the brick wall.
“Where are you?” He asks.
“Some club, Dennis an Trin took me here but I can’t find them now. I’m sooo lonely.” You pout as if he can see it.
“I’ll come get you. What’s the name of the club?” You can hear him rummaging around on the other end of the line and you hear him grab his keys.
“It’s called — Midnight Club.”
“I’ll be there in a few, just please stay put.” His car door shuts you smile to yourself.
“I’m excited to see you,” You slur and speak softly into the phone.
No response.
“Jack?”
“I’m here.” He reassures.
“Okay.” You hum.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes, you still doing okay, kid?” He asks you.
“I’m not a kid.” You grumble and this makes him laugh.
You watch as people leave the club with their friends or people that they’re kissing. You watch one couple makeout in front of the club and it makes you think of Jack. The way the man roams his hands all over the girls body — sliding and grabbing at whatever he can.
It doesn’t take long until Abbots truck pulls up in front of you. He parks the car and opens his door. He’s wearing a black long sleeve, jeans, and some sneakers. He looks comfortable. He rolls up his sleeves and walks over to you. Your eyes fixate on his arms and the way the sleeves are snug on his forearms.
“Ready to get out here?” He asks you. His eyes roam over your pink satin dress that hugs your curves. Your breasts on display nicely and you smile up at him.
“Yes,” You walk forward a a bit but you stumble. He grabs your waist quickly to avoid any accidents and you giggle.
“You’re so strong,” You squeeze his bicep and he shakes his head you.
He helps your walk over to the truck and you opens the passenger door side. His truck is a bit elevated and your heel tries to get on top of the step but it was difficult.
“Got it?” His hands hover in your waist and you shake your head.
“Help me.”
He wraps his hands on your waist and lifts you gently, placing you up into the truck. You plop down on the truck seat and lean back a bit. He shuts your door and he comes around on his side. He climbs into the truck and starts it up.
Your body feels like it’s in cloud nine as you watch the street lights pass by. The radio is playing some podcast that is quiet, but you can hear the sound of two men talking. The heater warms up your body and the engine hums; giving you nice white noise. Your eyes travel over to Jack who is driving with one hand on the wheel. His arm muscles flexing every now and then when he turns. His other arm is propped up on the door next to him.
You kick off your heels and bring them up to the seat. You watch him for a moment and hesitantly you put your legs in his lap. He briefly looks and you and lifts his arm to make more room for your legs. He didn’t seem to mind. You scoot a bit closer to him. His other hand takes control of the wheel so his arm can rest on your thighs.
You can smell him for where you’re sitting. Like he freshly showered and sprayed some cologne. You inhale, “You smell nice.”
“Do I?” He gives you a questionable look and you nod.
Your hand slides up to his peppered, curly hair and you rack your fingers through it. You look at the side of his face and admire it for a moment.
“I miss that night,” You say.
The atmosphere shifts slightly.
“The way your hands were all over my body,” You continue. You see Jack shift in his seat a bit; eyes still focused on the road. “The way your fingers went inside me, stretching me,” you softly speak. You watch his adam’s apple bob and you feel proud of yourself.
“Too bad dad interrupted,” You say and you lean a bit closer to his ear and whisper, “I would’ve let you fuck me on that couch.”
“Jesus Christ,” He breathes. “You’re too drunk for this right now.”
“I sobered up a bit when I saw your face.” You fire back.
“That’s not how that works—“
“It’s how it works to me.” You argue.
You guys remained silent for a bit longer until he pulls into your driveway. Again, your beetle sits there, broken and useless.
“My dad’s gone tonight.” You whisper just enough so he can hear it.
“This can’t happen again.” Abbot shakes his head and runs a hand down his face.
“Then just help me to bed,” You look at him desperately, “Please, Jack.”
His eyes avert to yours and he sighs, “Okay.”
You both get out of the truck and you give him your purse, “I can’t find my keys.” You were lying. You just liked seeing him do things for you. It made your heart beat fast and your stomach get all twisted.
“You didn’t lose em’ did you?” He digs in your purse and pauses when he sees something. He takes out a condom and your eyes go a bit wide. He holds it in the air and looks at you with an expression unreadable.
You quickly snatch it away from him and you feel your face getting out.
“Expected to use that tonight?” Abbot points at your clenched fist that holds the condom.
“What? No — Just find my stupid keys.” You fumble over your words and look at the concrete below your feet. You left your heels in his truck.
“Here they are,” He holds them up. He turns around and puts the keys in the hole. He unlocks the door and open it for you to step inside first.
It felt like Déjà Vu, the way Cinnamon was sitting by the front door again. You smile at her and kneel down to rub her fur, you pick her up.
“Okay, let’s go to my room.” You smile.
“You’re bringing the cat?” He questions.
You clutch her like you’re clutching your peals, “Yes, problem?”
He shakes his head, “Nope.”
You shuffle to your bedroom, which is down the hallway by the living room. Your dad’s door is the first door, yours is at the end of the hallway. You open it revealing your room, your bed is unmade, you have some shirts littered on the floor, and your lace curtains are open for enough moonlight to creep into your bedroom.
“This is my room.” You awkwardly say.
Abbot’s head looks around your room. He takes in your vanity, the bed, the clothes, some posters on your wall, and importantly you sitting on your bed.
“Jack,” you softly speak.
“Hm?”
“Can you unzip my dress, please.” You scoot over on the bed so Abbot can sit next to you.
He walks over and sits down on the bed. You can feel it caved in slowly on his side.
You move your hair out of the way, bringing it over your shoulder. You feel the tip of his finger graze your upper back causing goosebumps to prick your skin. He grips the zipper and slowly unzip it. Revealing your white lace bra under it. You stay turned away and your breath hitches when you feel both his hands traveling up your arms. He reaches for the spaghetti straps of your dress. His hands slides under the straps and you can feel him slowly bring them down.
Your head slowly turns and your eyes lock with Abbot’s. You turn your body to face his. His face is light up from the moonlight creeping into your room. Your eyes flick between his. Your faces are inches away from each others. You watch as his eyes drift to your lips and you swallow the lump in your throat.
Carefully you place your hands on his face. His stubble on his jaw rubs against your hand. You slide your other hand gently into his air. Your mouth gets closer to his and you both fill the gap between each other.
Your breath gets caught into his mouth and you close your eyes. Feeling every touch he gives, the way his tongue slides against your lower lip and fights against your tongue, and the way his hand is on your waist while the other is on your neck.
You softly moan at the feeling, and he swallows the moan — hungry for more.
You feel your body lean back and Abbot takes the initiative to push you back to where your back is on the bed. Your hands go to his neck and you two both continue to kiss. His arm wraps under your back and he lifts you two up to get higher up onto the bed.
With confidence you tuck on his shirt and lift it. He understand quickly and brings the shirt over his head without hesitance.
Your eyes take in his muscular body and his shoulders. The way his chest is large; it makes you mouth water.
Your legs are spread apart as Abbots waist and knee are between your legs. Abbot Kisses down your neck gently and you gasp at the feeling. His teeth tug softly at your collar bone. You love the way his lips feel as they latch onto you. Your mind is fuzzy and all you can’t think about is him. Your whole mind is consumed with the idea of him, and wanting him.
Meow.
You both break away breathlessly and glance down at Cinnamon watching you two. You both look back at each other and begin to laugh.
“You need to get some sleep.” You whine at the thought of not being able to touch him and have his hands roaming your body anymore.
“I want more of you.” You slide your hand up his chest.
“You’re drunk, and I need you to sleep so you won’t have a terrible headache tomorrow.”
“You’ll stay though, right?” You sense some hesitance from him.
“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.” He assures.
“Kay.” You mumble. “Can you slide off my dress?”
He looks down at the dress still on you, hanging loosely on your stomach. Slowly, he tugs the bottom of your dress down to your legs which shows your white lace underwear with a pink bow on it to match your bra. He takes off the dress completely and throws it somewhere on your floor.
“Hold me.” You order.
He wraps his arms under your neck and lays by your side. He pulls you by your shoulders making your back press against his chest. You feel his body heat radiating against yours. His arms wrap around your bear stomach and you tuck your hand under head as you lay against your pillow. Your legs curl up and they press against his longer legs. You feel his breath against your neck and you let your eyes flutter close. You let yourself relax into him and into your mattress. You’ve never felt such comfort in your life before, and how good it felt to have someone hold you this close.
“We’ll talk about that condom from earlier later.” He blurts out and you let out a sleepy laugh.
“Night, Jack,” You softly say.
“Night, kid,” His voice rumbles against your neck.
It didn’t take much longer for you to fall asleep.
Your eyes flutter open at the sound of birds chirping outside your window, and the way the sun is beaming onto your face from your window.
On top of that your head is pounding from all the shots you took the night before.
You rubs your eyes and stretch to feel if Jack was still there. Once your hand made contact with the empty, cold side of your bed you snap your head to where Jack slept last night.
Of course. He was gone.
You sit up disappointed and you look over to your night stand to see a bottle of Advil, water, and a note.
You pick up the little note and begin to read it.
I stayed longer after you fell asleep. Couldn’t say forever though.
Take this for the headache.
-Jack
You smile softly at the note and his sloppy handwriting that suited him. You take the note and put it into your nightstand drawer. You look down at yourself and notice you only had a bra and underwear on.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” You grumble to yourself.
Summary: You meet an older guy at the club after your friends leave you, and the night takes a turn. You think you’ll never see this mystery man from the club again, but turns out he’s not as much as a mystery as you thought.
Contains: Clubbing, drinking, Mel and Santos are your friends, blowjob, blowjob in bathroom, abbot dances with you, cum in throat, rude abbot lowkey, abbot calls you sweetheart, praise, POV switch
Being young has its perks: you’re young, in shape, you don’t have wrinkles, and you love to party.
Your hips sway with the music that bounces off the club walls. Purple lights beam down into the dance floor. You hold your martini in the air as you get low to the floor and rise back up. You’re out on a girls night and it’s the one night that you love.
“Girl we’re so tired,” Santos groans at you.
You giggle at her, “This is the one time you wear heels out and you’re tired at 11pm.”
“That’s a valid reason to be tired.” She argues.
“Santos and I have a shift early in the morning anyways.”Mel butts in.
You frown, “You guys are really going to leave me?”
“Sorry, girl, but we have to.” Santos shrugs.
You pout, as usual.
“You have fun. Find someone to dance with, you’re only young once.” Santos nudges your arm and smile.
“You guys have a good night. I’m going to the bar to get a shot,” You point to the bar with a few stragglers and walk away from Mel and Santos.
You sit on the bar stool and watch as the bartenders shake up whatever mixture people ask for. You sip on your martini and look around. You watch as some men dance on the floor with women or their friends; nobody seems to catch your eye.
You sigh in defeat and finish off your martini. You didn’t even get the shot you wanted because all of the bartenders were busy. Grabbing your clutch you turn on the barstool. As soon as you stand up you bump into a hard shoulder.
“Oh, i’m so…” you trail off as your eyes wander up from the blue shirt clinging to a chest, to a peppered beard, and finally to his eyes.
“…sorry,” you finish your sentence.
You take in the man in front of you who is decently taller than you. He has broad shoulders, some wrinkles that suit his face, and peppered hair. You can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of this man.
“You’re fine,” His voice is rough and deep. It makes your heart shudder.
“Can I buy you a drink?” You blurt out.
This makes the fully look down at you. His eyes sweep over your tight black dress; that hugs your body so nicely. Your breasts are on display in a way that isn’t too much, but just enough to catch the attention you crave. You notice how his eyes land your lips that are lathered in glittery pink lipgloss. Something in you wants to just get your hands all over him.
“How old are you, sweetheart?” He leans in more so you can hear him.
Your nose takes in his manly scent, a woody smell mixed with a sort of musk. It’s enough to make a woman drool.
“Old enough to be at a bar,” you fire back.
This makes him laugh.
“So, twenty-one?” He cocks his head a bit.
“No.” You fold your arms. “Twenty-two.”
“Mm.” He hums.
“Sure, we can have a drink.” He agrees. “But i’m buying yours.”
He points back to the barstool you were once sat at, and you slowly sit down. He comes around and sits on the stool next to you. He props his elbow on the glass counter and turns to face you.
“What makes you want to buy me a drink?” He asks.
Bold.
“I like what I see.” You simply say.
“Do you?” His eyes flick between yours trying to read your intentions. When simply your intentions are to see what’s under his clothes. Not that hard, right?
“I’m always honest—“ you realize you don’t have his name.
“Jack.” His deep voice makes your mouth water. Every time he talks it’s like music flowing into your ears.
“Nice to meet you, Jack.” You repeat his name.
He stares at you for a moment and then looks away quickly as a bartender passes by. He raises his hand to stop them. The bartender trails back before skipping over us and is ready to take our order.
“Whiskey neat and she’d like—“ he points to you to say your order.
“— A strawberry martini, please.” You smile.
“Whiskey neat and a strawberry martini, gotcha.” The bartender walks away to make out drinks.
Jack finally lets out a laugh and your eyes flick to him.
“What?” You ask. You feel yourself beginning to smile.
“A strawberry martini at a club?” He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Oh, cause whiskey neat isn’t as basic as it gets.” You playfully roll your eyes and he looks at you amused.
“You’re interesting.” He admits.
Your cheeks heat up. You feel yourself growing shyer but also more confident. The way your conversation has been flowing so far makes you want to talk more — do more.
“Am I?” Your leg slides to his bar stool. Your black heels slides against his pants, and rubs against his leg.
You both stare at each other in the eyes as you slowly move upward with your foot. It’s near his kneecap, he is already manspreading slightly.
“You’re a real tease, y’know?” He licks the bottom of his lip. His eyes never leave yours.
“I know.” You hum. “It’s more fun that way.”
Before you could continue your drinks arrive. You quickly bring your foot down and something in you feels annoyed you had to. You take a sip of your drink quickly. The strawberry taste fills your mouth and the burn of the alcohol goes down your throat slowly.
You stand up and grab his larger hand. His fingers are large, his hands have some wrinkles, but they’re manly and calloused.
“Let’s dance.” You smile and try to bring him to his feet.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, sweetheart.” He shakes his head.
“You’re right — it’s a wonderful idea. Up you go.”
You raise Jack to his feet and have him trail behind you. He stays close; making sure he won’t lose you in the crowd. You find yourself back on the dance floor with purple lights.
You begin to slide your hands up your body. Jack stands there and watches you dance. You shimmy your waist side to side and he can’t look away. You look up at him and run a hand through your hair. You grab his hands and bring them to the air. You turn your body to where your butt is how against his crotch. Exactly what you wanted. You sway your hips against him and he drops his hands quickly to your waist.
You got him exactly where you wanted.
You guys sway to the music. Your butt rides up against him and he puts his head to your neck. You feel his tongue flick out and lick against you. You softly gasp. Your arm lifts and your hand wraps around his neck. Bringing him close to you. Your head turns to look at him. Your eyes wander all over his face and find their way to his beard, and then his lips.
You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck. Slowly you stand on your tip toes, and find your lips on his. Your tongue slides out against his and his hands squeeze your hips. You’re both hungry for it. His hand slips past your lips and to your ass. He slides his hands over your dress fabric and gives you a soft squeeze on your ass. You moan in the kiss at the feeling.
Quickly, you break away. Gasping for air.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” You breathlessly say.
The club music begins to drown out as the bathroom door slams shut. The lights are dim in the bathroom — nobody is in it. Only thing inside are beer bottles, condom wrappers, a pair of red laced underwear tucked far off into a corner, and you and him.
His thumb traces your bottom lip as he holds your face. You walk backwards until your back is against the cold marble sink. A breathy gasps escapes between your lips. His head tilts to the side and before you know it, his lips begin to cover yours. His mouth wanders yours; his tongue protruding the entrance to your mouth. Your tongues fight against each other.
You grip his broad shoulders feeling all over his arms and then his back. His body heat is radiating against your touch. The shirt he wears clings just right to his body.
You break away from each other and breathlessly near your ear he whispers, "I want to fuck you so bad."
You wrap your arms around his neck and lean back to look him in the eyes. Your eyes flick between his.
Confidence runs through you, “so do it."
He shakes his head letting out a breathy laugh, "not here, not now."
He leans forward to go back in, but you put your hand over his mouth; blocking him from moving any further. Your hands grip the counter or the sink. You bite your lip slowly and without a second thought your knees begin to fold.
"What are you doing?" He sounds intrigued but surprised.
"If you can't fuck me—we can at least do this." Now fully on your knees your hand slides up his thigh. Slowly making its way to the buckle of his jeans. He watches you with every move you make.
You pull his jeans down and your eyes look at his black boxers. You get his jeans to his ankles and look back up at him. Leaning forward, your mouth goes over the black cloth and he lets out a shaky breath. Your tongue laps over the tent forming in his pants. Your fingers slide up his shirt and you tuck the other inside the boxers, pulling them down.
His cock hits your lips and you lick your lips. The taste of salty pre-cum floods your mouth. You grab his shaft and begin slowly jerking him off. You run my palm over his tip and push it back down making his dick slightly wet with pre-cum. You kiss his tip and open your mouth slowly. His head goes past your lips and he groans. You look up and watch him tilt his head back slowly.
You push your head further down and his dick goes in slowly. Slowly, you begin to bob your head up and down, going back to the tip and pushing your head down to halfway of his shaft. You look back up and he's now watching. His hand tucks some of your hair behind your ear and he places his hand on the back of your head. He tugs and pulls on your hair. You guys don't break eye contact.
“Fuck,” He grunts. “What would someone say if they came in and saw you on your knees like this, huh?”
You squeeze your thighs together as the pulsing in your core grows stronger.
"Taking my cock so well," You begin to bob your head up and down faster and his breathing grows shaky.
"Shit, I'm going to cum," He manages to groan out and he pushes your head down onto his dick; making you gag a bit. His load shoots into your mouth, filling it with warmth and the taste of salt. You didn't want to swallow it, but you did.
You pull off and he catches his breath, "Sorry, I didn't mean to cum in your mouth." You wipe your mouth and get back up.
"It's okay," you say. "I liked it."
You two stand in silence for a moment, and he rubs the back of his neck.
“Well, I should get going. This didn’t happen, right? One night stand kind of thing.” He awkwardly says.
Your stomach turns for some reason and you nod, "Yeah, obviously. Secret safe with me." you smile.
With that, he leaves you standing alone in the club bathroom. Leaving you horny and also angry.
The ER is busy. As always. Jack rubs his eyes and leans back in his rolling chair. Letting out a dragged sigh.
Mohan walks by quickly, “Hey, Mohan!” She halts at the male calling her name.
She turns on her heels to face Jack and she cocks her head a bit, “What’s up?”
“Before I leave for the day, I need that head CT for the lady in room four, please, and stat.” Jack says.
He folds his arm and glances up, and back down. Suddenly, he looks back up. He notices Mel, McKay, and Santos are huddled up.
“What’s going on over there?” Jack flicks his head to the girls.
Mohan turns and looks at the group, “Oh, one of Mel’s and Santos friends came by to bring them coffee.” She explains and her face displays a bright smile, “She got me one, too!”
Jack shakes his head at her and takes this chance to walk over to the girls. Jack claps to get their attention, “Alright, ladies, back to—“
He pauses at the unfamiliar but very familiar face. He looks at you in the eyes, and it looks as if he saw a ghost.
“Mel, who is this old guy and why is he standing here?” You ask your friend.
“He’s a night shift attending! You can’t say that,” Mel’s cheeks flush and she shouts at you.
“Oh, he is?”
“You guys may continue.” Jack blurts out and walks away from you guys.
Summary: You work the night shift, and your attending is Jack Abbot. Your first critical patient gets wheeled in and you freeze up for the first time. Which, causes Jack to snap at you. In return, he makes it up to you in the break room.
Contains: Break room sex, Abbot snaps at you, Abbots your attending, spit, exhibitionism, unprotected p in v, cumming on stomach, Abbot yearning, fingering, finger sucking, praise, talking through it, Abbot calls you ‘kid’, brief dry humping, shoulder squeezing
Authors Note: You guys are literally the best. Thank you for the support on my last fic! I will try my best to keep uploading. I hope you guys enjoy this one, it’s a bit longer.
The sliding doors of the Pitt opens in front of you. The semi-warm air of the hospital hits you, and that familiar smell. The smell of the sick, the dying, and whatever chaos is about to come within these hospital walls.
You adjust your tote bag on your shoulder, which contains your clothes to change into after work, a snack, Tylenol because everyone here gives you a headache, and in your other hand holds your waterbottle.
“Hey!” One of the morning shift doctors chimes at you.
“Oh, hi!” You blink in surprise at the woman who is now standing next to you.
“You must be the new nightshift med student,” She smiles. “I’m Mel.” She reaches out a hand for you to shake and you accept it.
You set your stuff down on the counter and smile over at Mel, “It’s nice to meet you.”
Her demeanor is so welcoming and kind. You guess it’s just the nightshift people who get cranky.
“I’ve heard some good things about you from Dr. Ellis,” which honestly shocked you.
Dr. Ellis never really seemed interested in your work ethics, but I guess she did pay some attention. You feel yourself smiling at the fact someone noticed. Your attending doesn’t seem to care much about what you do or how much hard work in.
“Mel, leave the med student alone.” Mel looks past your shoulder at the voice in which came from a man. A familiar man you know, you work with, and that you very much admire.
“Sorry Dr. Abbot,” she squeaks.
Your breath gets caught in your throat that name. That name sends your mind in a spiral, that name is what makes you want to take the whole bottle of Tylenol sometimes, that name belongs to your asshole attending.
She takes this as her sign to leave, so she runs off.
Leaving you two alone.
You turn on your heels and look at the grey haired man. He is a few inches taller than you, and today he’s wearing a grey long sleeve under his black scrubs. The night shift usually wears long sleeves because the temperatures drop more at night. Whereas you wear your pink scrubs, with just a white shirt under them. A star necklace you always wear is tucked safely under all the layers of clothes you have on.
“You ready for some work?” Abbot cocks his head at you.
“Always, sir,” you try to sound enthusiastic but it kind of comes off as a mumble.
Abbot gives you a flat look, “Don’t sound too excited now, kid.”
You can feel your hand closing into a fist by your side. You hate when he calls you that. You always feel belittled because he never calls any other students or his other residents ‘kid.’
Before you can even say anything the first patient rolls in. EMTs are by the patients side, a few of the nightshift doctors rush over; Abbot grabs your shoulder and guides you over to the patient in the bed.
“What are you we looking at?” Abbot asks and examines the patient with his eyes.
“Fourteen-year-old girl, gunshot wound to the right of her chest — her brothers found the dad’s gun.” The medic explains.
You feel your mind get caught in a whirlwind.
She’s just fourteen.
Is she going to make it?
Can I even handle this?
She looks so young, oh my God.
How could something like this happen?
“Hey, you either stay focused or you’re off this case.” Abbot snaps his fingers in your face making you flinch.
You nod and try to get your head into a more clear headspace.
The doctors wheel her into Trauma 1, and they set the bars down from her bed. Everyone is rushing around the room grabbing things, and you freeze up. Your eyes flick everywhere at the IV’s being started. The needles being poked in her.
“What do we do when we get a case like this first?” Abbot asks breaking you out of your thoughts.
“Uh,” You try your best to think.
“Damnit, kid, you open her air way. So, come over here and get her intubated.” You nod and rush over.
You glove up and one of the doctors hands you the tube laryngoscope and the endotracheal tube. Your hand shakes as you slide the laryngoscope in the patients mouth. Abbot comes around to watch it from behind you. You feel his chest press against your upper back as he gets closer. His mouth is near your ear and his eyes are angled down to look at your work.
“Easy,” He whispers. “Slowly.”
You take a deep breath and slowly slide the endotracheal tube down the trachea.
“Almost there,” His voice is low in your ear. You bite your lip on the inside as you try your best to focus.
“I’m in!” You say.
He squeezes your shoulder and gets back onto the bedside of the patient.
“Can someone get surgery down here?!” Abbot shouts in frustration.
The blood coming out of the girl was growing to become a lot. The doctors tried their best to keep the pressure down and secure as much blood, but every push made more blood squirt out.
Beeping begins to go off.
“Shit, she’s crashing. Someone get me another bag of saline, and for the love of God get a fucking surgeon down here.” Abbot begins to grow more frustrated than before.
“Fuck this,” He mutters.
Grabbing a scalpel he cuts an incision near the heart. Blood oozed out a lot more than before.
“Damnit,” He shouts. “She has a Cardiac Tamponade.” He looks at you.
“You know what that is, correct?” He asks you.
“Yes sir. It’s when there’s a sac of blood near the heart and it’s preventing the heart from pumping fresh blood,” You state the definition.
“Yeah, so what do we do in this situation?” He asks.
“You, uh, you have to drain the fluid and stabilize the patients blood pressure.” You explain.
Abbot flicks his head to the patient, “Okay, so get your ass over here and do it?”
“I don’t think—“
“Either you drain this fucking fluid or this little girl dies, kid. What are you going to pick?” He spits angrily at you.
Your eyes widen and you walk over to the little girl.
“Go slowly, find the sack, and make a small incision.” Abbot instructs you.
Abbot hands you the scalpel and you take it with hesitance. Your hand trembles and you try your best not to shake. You squeeze the scalpel tight in your gloved hand to stop the tremors. You stare down at the little girl and it starts again. Your mind goes crazy and your mind rushes with thoughts.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” Startled, you drop the scalpel onto the ground. It lands near both you and Abbots feet, merely causing an accident you guys wouldn’t have liked.
Abbot scoffs down at the scalpel in between your guy’s feet. “Get the fuck out of my room and give yourself a break.” He demands at you. “A new scalpel please and make it quick.” He turns to the other residents.
“What? No — I can do this—“
“Get out, now!” He shouts at you.
You flinch at him and everyone in the room looks at you. Some faces look as if they’re disappointed and others give you pity looks. You back up and quickly turn around and rush out of the trauma room.
Your breath is caught into your throat and you feel your face getting hot. The stinging in your eyes begins and you try your best to blink that away. You didn’t want anyone to walk by and see you crying. You didn’t want to look weak in a hospital. You’re a doctor — doctors aren’t supposed to be weak. They’re supposed to fix things and do their best. You’re angry at yourself because you couldn’t achieve that in front of your attending.
Finding the break room — which is empty, you walk over to the Keurig to make yourself warm tea. You grab a mug and set it under it. You stare at the mug for a second, and it finally hits you.
Your eyes begin to grow blurry, and you feel your face getting hot. You bite your bottom lip as the first set of tears begin to fall.
“You’re so stupid,” you mutter to yourself.
You try your best to blink away the tears but nothing seems to work. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands in hopes that once you dry them away they’d stop falling.
After a few minutes of you standing by the counter and mixing your tea, you hear the door knob turn and the door creaks open. You quickly wipe your eyes and turn your head. You look at the person in the doorframe and see its Abbot. It made you want to cry more at the sight of the person who made you feel the way you do. You watch as he slowly shuts the door to not make a sound. You can hear the sound of him flipping the lock.
“Is she okay?” You sniffle.
You turn to face Abbot; who has a look in his face that you’ve never seen before. You take your tea and set it down on the side table by a blue loveseat in the break room. You sit down on the edge of the loveseat. You pick at the skin around your nails as you wait to hear what he has to say.
“She’s stable, luckily.” Abbot starts off.
He drags a hand down his chin and lets out a dragged sigh. He scratches the back of his neck for a second to gather up some words. He grabs a chair that’s by the table in front of you. He spins it around so he can sit in front of you. He walks in front of the chair, you look up at him as he starts to sit down.
“What happened today was reckless. We could’ve lost a patient today because of your hesitance.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees.
His face is so close to yours but there’s still some distance between the two of you. You’ve talked to Abbot many times as your attending, and you’d never thought you two could get this close.
“I know—“
“Shh.” He shushes you quietly. “Let me finish.”
“As your attending, I want to overwork you. I want you to never make mistakes because this job is important, but you’re human. The way you froze up today won’t be the last time.” You nod at his words.
“If you experience a moment like that step out. Don’t waste another second standing there unsure. Especially in a life or death situation, got it?” His words come off more stern at the end.
You don’t know what to say. You’re trying your best not to break down again, and criticize yourself over the mistakes you made.
Abbot sighs at you. He gets up from the chair and sits down on cushion next to you. He looks closely at your face and sees the splotchy redness from your tears, and the way your eyes are softly puffed up. His hand lifts for a moment and hesitates before he places it down on your back. He rubs up and finds your shoulder and gives you a squeeze. Goosebumps prickle up your arms and your neck. You want to shiver under his touch and at the way his big hand traveled up your back, slowly.
“You okay?” He asks.
“Oh, now you want to ask that.” You scoff.
“Kid, I’m sorry—“
“Sir, I’m not a kid. Why do you always do that?” You angrily cut him off.
“Do what?” He questions. His eyebrows furrow at your outburst.
“You treat everyone else like they’re mature adults. When it comes to me you don’t do that; is it because im in my twenty’s or something?” You testify. You try to explain how you feel and everything comes out jumbled up with emotion.
“No, no, it's just...” he pauses.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, jaw tightening with frustration. For once, the words didn't come easily.
“It's not because you're in your twenties.”
“Then what is it?” you shoot back.
He looked away for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
“Because when it's you, I worry.”
You frown. “You don't worry about anyone else.”
"I know." He sounds frustrated.
The admission hangs between you two.
“I don't hover over the other residents. I don't stay up wondering if they got home safely after a thirty-hour shift. I don't notice when they haven't eaten all day, or whether they're exhausted, or pushing themselves too hard.”
His voice drops. Your eyes widen at his words.
“But I notice with you.” He softly speaks. His voice drops an octave and it comes off more raspy.
A lump forms in your throat at the confession.
“And I hate that I do,” he continues quietly. “Because you're not a child. You're capable, you're smart, and every day you prove you belong here. I know that.”
“Then why do you treat me differently?” You ask confused at what he’s trying to say.
A humorless laugh escaped him.
“Because every instinct I have tells me to take care of you.” His eyes soften when they find yours. “And I'm trying very hard not to.”
The room falls silent.
“Not because I think you're incapable,” he adds.“Because if I let myself, I don't think I'd know where to stop.”
Something between you two shifts. The tension in the air rises. The love sets feel as if it’s grown smaller. Your faces are inches apart. Your eyes are both wandering each others. Your eyes trail down to his lips, but you try to look away. You swallow at the feeling rising in you — this new feeling.
The break room is dim, all the blinds are shut, and all you can hear is Abbots frantic breathing and yours as well. Both of your breaths collide as they grow heavier. Your eyes flick between each others. You don’t know what to do or say.
Something this forbidden is always worth yearning for. It's the adrenaline of wanting it and knowing it's off limits. It's like how a kid can feel in a store, wanting something, but they're not allowed to have it. Not even allowed to glance at it.
But in this moment you want it. You want it so bad.
Your mouth inches towards his. You open it slightly wanting to kiss him, but you don’t — not yet. Your noses brush against each other ever so slightly. Your head leans down, just enough to get close to his neck. Your lips captures his neck, and your tongue flicks over his warm skin. You can hear him let out a shaky breath. You can feel the shudder escape his mouth and the way it rumbled out of his throat.
You slide your mouth over his neck, leaving soft kisses everywhere. You can feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. You can hear the sound of his spit when he swallows.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Abbots voice comes out husky and in a whisper.
“Why?” You playfully question. “You locked the door, didn’t you?”
No response.
Kiss. “You said you cared for me.” Kiss. “Wouldn’t you want this?” Kiss. “Show me how much you care.”
With one motion Abbot wraps an arm around your waist and pushes you down on the crammed loveseat. Your legs spread as Abbots body slide in between them. His knee is keep your leg from shutting. Your eyes look down at his knee and flick up to his. He hovers above you and his hand slides up to your neck.
“You’re a pretty bold girl, y’know that?” His hand stays on your neck and his thumb traces your jawline.
You scoot down so your cunt could press against his leg that was in between your legs. He notices your movement and gives you a lustful look. You bite your lip softly as your hips roll against his thigh. His head falls near your neck and you can everything on him. That strong but not overpowering musk he wears. You can even smell a hint of the shampoo he uses.
You can feel your panties sticking to your pussy as you grow more wet. You roll yourself against his thigh more, yearning for a sensation that is hard to reach because of your scrubs.
“Sir, please,” you beg.
His brown eyes flash you a look. His hand trails over your body from your neck, to your breast’s, to your stomach. His hand slides up your pink scrubs and your stomach rapidly falls up and down as you try to maintain your breaths. His hands are warm and his fingers thick. They slide across your stomach slowly. He rubs circles with his thumb and you swallow the lump in your throat.
You grab his hand from your stomach; it seems to catch him off guard. You take his hand to your mouth and hang out your tongue. You take his middle finger and ring finger inside of your mouth slowly. You make eye contact with him and with every suck, and every lick on his finger’s you never look away. Your tongue laps in between the fingers, you swirl it around on both, and you bob your head in a motion like you were sucking his cock.
His eyes are hooded as he watches you suck on his fingers. He slowly inserts them further making you gag softly. He smiles at the sight of your eyes watering from the gag. It makes you grind down on his thigh again trying to settle the pulsing down there.
“Look at you,” He tilts his head. “Taking my fingers like a good girl. I bet you’d like to take more than just my fingers, hm?”
You nod your head at his words.
He pulls his fingers from your mouth and a string of salvia connects your lips to his fingers. You watch as he spreads them apart and look as they’re lathered in your spit. He then sticks his own tongue out and slowly glides his tongue from the bottom of his fingers to the tip.
He leans closer to your ear, “You taste just as good as I imagined.”
You whimper at his words. The way his breath hits your ears makes your pussy throb.
“Sir, please touch me.” You beg with desperation.
“You want me to touch you?” He asks.
You nod your head eagerly while biting your lip.
“How bad do you want me to?” He asks.
“Badly, so badly,” you whine.
“Show me how you want me to touch you.” His demand catches you off guard.
But your mind is clouded with the thoughts of his hands roaming all over your body. The thought of his cock being inside of you; fucking you mindlessly.
Your hands travels down to the string of your pink scrubs. You slowly untie them and Abbot leans back to watch you. Your thumbs hook around the waist band of the fabric and you slowly tug them down — revealing the white lace thong you’re wearing.
You glance up at Abbot, whose eyes are taking in everything they’re seeing. He has a look of hunger in his eyes.
Your scrubs are to your ankles and your legs are closed for a moment. You slowly spread them open in front of him. His chest heaves as you take in your thong and the anticipation that you cunt was right under the thin fabric.
Your foot slides up his leg and he looks you in the eye. “Don’t look away from me, kay?” You order.
You take your much smaller fingers and place them into your mouth. You did as before, you sucked and fingered your own mouth in front of him. Just to get them wet enough to fuck yourself with them.
Your other hand slides down to your white thong. Slowly you slip it off, revealing your glistening cunt. You have never been this wet before and you loved how it felt. You take the fingers from your mouth and slowly slide them down to your clit. You give yourself a simple massage while still making eye contact with him.
“Fuck,” He grunts at the sight of you running your finger up and down your pussy.
You tease your hole a bit just to give him a show. You bite your lip and slowly insert one of your fingers. You gasp at the feeling and tilt your head back a bit but bring it right back to look at him. Just by the look in his face you know this is taking a toll on him, and you love it.
You moan as you begin to finger fuck yourself slowly. Each time you pull out and go back in you let out a soft moan and a whimper.
“You’re such a pretty mess,” Abbot encourages you. Your fingers slide in a little faster. “You like when I praise you?”
You bob your head and keep fingering yourself quicker.
“Is it cause I’m so hard on you at work?” He asks. “You like when I praise you for fingering yourself and pleasing me, hm?”
“Yes, yes…” You moan.
The sound of your wet pussy being fingered echos in the air.
“Oh, fuck,” You moan but bite back yourself from getting to loud.
Your legs are shaking from the pleasure racking through your body.
“Don’t cum.” Abbot orders. “I want to see you stretched and ready for my cock.”
You insert another finger just for him. You start off slow and then spread them apart. Abbot grunts at the sight of your stretched cunt.
“Fuck this,” You watch as he unties his black scrub pants. He drops them to just his knees and your eyes lock on the tent in his boxers.
You feel your mouth water with temptation, and want.
“Come here,” You pull out your fingers and sit up. You get closer to him and he pulls the hem of his boxers down. His cock springs up in front of you and your breath hitches at the sight of his thick and veiny cock in front of you.
“Spit on it.”
You look up at him and back down at his dick that’s already glistening with pre-cum. You lean down and make sure to look back up as a string of saliva escapes past your lip and glides down the tip of his cock.
He lets out a deep grunt at the feeling of your warm saliva hitting his tip and sliding down. He wraps his hand around his cock and glides his thumb over the tip. Making it all wet with your spit.
“Lay back down.” He commands.
Without hesitation you’re on your back and your legs are parted. His hips fit perfectly between your legs.
“You want this cock?” He hums. He slaps his tip on your clit gently. Making you twitch and flinch at the feeling.
“So bad,” You whimper out.
“I don’t have a condom—“
“I want to feel you, all of you.” You didn’t care if he came in you or on you, you just wanted to feel him inside.
“That’s my girl.” He praises and rubs his thumb on the inside of your thigh.
He takes his dick and rubs it all over your soaking cunt. Making his dick wet with your own juices. He rub his cock up and down briefly. He rubs his tip on your clit once more before sliding it down between your lips. You can feel him at the entrance of your hole, ready to slide into you. He slides his hand to your neck and tilts your chin to look at him.
“I want you to look at me when I fuck you.” Your hand wraps around his wrist and you look at him in the eyes.
His hips roll forward and you feel his length spreading you open as he enters inside of you. Your mouth hangs open as you gasp at the feeling of being stretched.
“Oh God,” you cry out.
“Shh.” He puts a hand over your mouth and you bite down on his palm. He winces at the feeling but gives you a sly smile over it.
He pushes in further making your eyes roll back slightly. You try your best to keep quiet by squeezing his wrist of that hand that covering your mouth.
“Your pussy is so warm,” Abbots voice is strained. His hand on your thigh drifts to your clit. He places his palm on your pubic bone giving him enough space to massage your clit back and forth with his thumb.
You gasp and moan at the sensation traveling through your body. Your mind grows fuzzy and your ears are practically ringing at the pleasure radiating through you.
“Fuck—“ you choke out, “I think i’m gonna,” you moan and your body shakes.
“You gonna cum for me?” He whimpers out, “Hm? All over this cock?”
“Yes, yes!”
Your body shakes and a wave of pleasure you’ve never felt before rushes over you. Your body trembles as you release your cum all over his cock. You get out as many moans as you can. Abbots thrusting goes faster and sloppier.
You cunt clenches around him tightly. You shudder a the way it makes you feel and you can tell it makes Abbot feel just as good.
“So tight for me.” He leans down and drags his tongue on the corner of your mouth before grabbing your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.
He continues to pound into you while his tongue explores your mouth. Your tongues fight against each other, and your chest heaves at the lack of oxygen you’re getting. You can feel your eyes roll at the amount of sensations you’re feeling. The overstimulation of his cock still pounding into you after you came, and the way his tongue makes you hot and sweaty.
He breaks away and grabs your hips — pulling you closer. “Such a good girl taking this cock.” He grunts into your ear.
It’s a matter of seconds before he pulls out, making you feel empty like you were before. You whine at the loss of the thickness that was once in you. Leaning closer Abbot strokes his cock fast. His head tilts back in pleasure as strings of cum spurt out of his cock; landing all over your stomach. He catches his breath as his dick twitches over you and he finally looks back down.
You both are breathless and looking at each other.
Taking you index finger your swipe some of his cum off your stomach. Looking at him in the eyes you bring your finger to your mouth and suck off the cum.
Smiling you say, “You taste just as good as I imagined.”
Summary: You’re doctor Robby’s younger daughter, and you are waiting outside for him in front of the ER. As usual he doesn’t make it out of work on time. So, instead you’re greeted by his best friend, Jack Abbot.
Contains: Daddy issues, absent father, dads best friend, age gap, forbidden, almost getting caught, couch makeout session, dry humping, hand kink, words like “kiddo”, Abbot drives a truck, desperation, praise kink, fingering
One thing you hated was the fact your dad worked in the ER. Especially the ER in Pittsburgh that never seems to get a break.
You wait on a bench outside of the noisy hospital. Ambulances rolling in and out every now and then. Your hands are tucked away in your dad’s green coat. You sniffle as your nose runs from the cold. It grows numb at the cold breeze.
You didn’t mind waiting in the cold though.
Every time the sliding doors open you can’t help but glance up in hope it’s your dad. Each time it’s someone different; some familiar faces but it was never your dad.
The sliding doors open once more, your eyes flick up, and to your surprise it’s a more than familiar face.
"Dr. Abbot?" You say, almost like it was a question.
"You waiting up for your dad?"
You scoot over on the bench as he inches closer. He just has on black scrubs, a grey shirt under, and a stethoscope wrapped around his neck.
"Yeah." You kept your response short.
With a soft grunt he sits down next to you. He leans back a bit and his legs spread open slowly in a manspread you can’t help but notice.
Your eyes flick away quickly.
"Robby is going to be held up a bit tonight." His tone makes you worry. Your eyes flick to his.
"Should I be worried?" Something in your stomach twists.
"There was a car pile up on the freeway tonight. Some of the local hospitals computer systems went down, so they had to transfer them over." He explains.
"He’s been in there for almost twenty-four hours." You mumble.
"You know how your dad is, kiddo."
Kiddo.
"The sun is rising practically, and I see the night shift doctors going home." You point at the night shift doctor who has a Dunkin' drink with him everyday, leaving.
"I know you’re upset-"
"Upset? Yeah, I hardly get to see my dad because his second home is a hospital for crying out loud." You shout angrily.
Abbot seems taken aback at your frustration, but he understands. He places a hand on your knee and gives it a squeeze.
"I get your frustration — I do. Your dad just works hard," Abbot tries to defend your dad.
You shake your head, "But when do I get a say when I want to see my dad."
You squeeze your hands into a fist, they’re tucked away in the long sleeves of your dad’s coat. You feel the tears of frustration starting to rise in your eyes. You bite your lower lip to try to stop anything from escaping but it’s hard with the cold air smacking you in the face. A tear escapes and so does a hushed sniffle.
"Hey, hey, woah," Abbot turns to you and you refuse to look up at him. "These tears aren’t worth it."
He grabs your face and his calloused hand glides against your cheek. Your eyes flinch at the touch. His hands are surprisingly warm. His thumb brushes away a tear under your eye.
"How did you get here?" Abbot asks you.
"I took the bus." You sniffle.
"I’ll text Robby that I’m taking you home today, okay?" You feel your heart rate increase at the idea of being in Abbot’s truck, just you and him, going to your house.
You nod and wipe away the tears from your face, "Okay." You softly say.
The car ride felt like it was the longest car ride. The soft hum of the engine, and the smell of the cars heater blowing in your face. You can tell his truck is a little older. It is a nice rustic red, and it suits him. Everything Abbot has or does suits him.
He pulls into the driveway of you and your dad’s house. Your own car, a 2016 Volkswagen Beetle, which broke down on you about a month ago, sits peacefully next to his truck.
"You took the bus but you have your beetle?" He points to your red beetle.
"She broke down on me last month. I think something’s wrong with the transmission. Dad was supposed to take it to the shop last week, but he got busy."
As usual.
"I can always take it into the shop. I know a mechanic who could probably get her back up and running." You can’t help but smile.
"You’d do that?" Your eyes flick between his.
With a soft nod and a smile that you can’t help but stare at, "Of course. I’d do anything for you, kiddo."
Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your palms grow sweaty. Your stomach twists and turns like you have to throw up.
"You should come in," You blurt out.
Abbot looks surprised, "You want me to come in?"
"I mean, dad wouldn’t like you to not come in. You drove me here you must be hungry or thirsty or — something." You ramble a bit.
Abbot chuckles at you and shakes his head. He reaches for his key fob and turns off his truck.
"Okay, I’ll go inside." He rests his hands on his legs.
His black scrubs fit nicely on his body. It squeezes around his legs and his black shirt accentuates his biceps.
You guys get out of the truck and you take out your key. It’s on a keychain with a picture of you and your dad, a small stuffed bunny, and a red heart. The keys jingle and you fumble a bit trying to unlock your door. You can feel Abbot staring at the side of your face and at the lock.
Once you get the door open you are instantly greeted by your cat Cinnamon. She’s a smaller tabby cat, and she rubs against your legs. She doesn’t hesitate to go to Abbot next. Rubbing on his black scrubs; her fur clings to it.
He leans down to pick her up. He lays her on her back and she purrs loudly. He takes his middle and ring finger and begins to pet her gently in the stomach.
"Such a pretty girl," He hums and rubs her fur slowly.
You lick your lips and swallow the lump forming in your throat. Your eyes can’t help but focus on his veiny hands and the thickness of his two fingers rubbing your cat.
He sets her down and when he gets back up he softly groans.
You blink out of whatever fantasy you were playing in your head.
"Are you thirsty?" You ask and walk over to the kitchen.
"Coffee would be great," He nods.
"Coffee after doing the night shift?" You tease and he huffs as he sits down on your sofa.
"Coffee is like water to me now, kid."
"You realize I’m nineteen. I’m not a kid," You glare at him.
"I know, I know. I just like saying it," He smiles.
You put the pod of coffee into your Keurig. It begins to rumble as the water starts to heat up. You awkwardly stand in the kitchen not knowing if you should go over to the couch or not.
"Don’t be so uptight in your own home," You flinch at the husky voice and look over at Abbot.
He pats the cushion next to him and hesitantly you begin to walk over. You stand in front of him and his head tilts up to look at you. You sit down slowly next to him. You can feel his eyes on you; watching your every move.
You guys sit in silence, you can hear your heart beating loudly. You’ve been around Abbot many times but this one time you’re with him alone.
You notice him bringg his hand up, and it finds your leg. He places his hand on your leg and brings your chin over his lap.
You watch him.
He knows you’re watching.
He slides his hand up to your chin slowly — rubbing your skin. Shivers run up your spine at his warm hands caressing your legs.
He turns his head and his eyes lock with yours.
You swallow.
"Abbot," you say almost breathlessly.
"Yes?" His voice is deeper than before.
You lean in more, your butt pressing against his thigh. Your legs are now both over his lap, but you’re not sitting in his lap — yet.
"Keep going," you say. "Please."
His eyes flick between yours. Something new lights in them and you can tell he’s enjoying this as much as you are.
You lean in to his neck as he continues to stroke your legs. You get a smell of his musk that makes him smell more like a man. You place a soft kiss on his neck and his hand halts on your chin.
You pull away and look up at him.
"Kid," Abbot begins.
His hand reaches out for your cheek. His thumb traces your bottom lip as he holds your face. A breathy gasp escapes between your lips. You stare up at him; he licks his lips slowly. Before you left him finish his sentence you place your mouth on his. His breath gets caught in his throat, but he doesn’t fight the kiss. His mouth wanders yours; his tongue protruding the entrance to your mouth. Your tongues fight against each other.
You find yourself now straddling him. Your hands are on his broad shoulders, squeezing and pulling on his shirt. The more you two kiss, the more you want.
He breaks away from you. You’re both breathless and he stares into your eyes. You can feel your lips are swollen but you don’t mind.
"Kid, we shouldn’t have done that." He says.
"But I wanted it to happen," You whisper.
He tilts his head back a bit and you bite your lip. You inch towards his face again and he doesn’t mind. You place another soft kiss on his lips. You can feel the heat from his breath on your lips. His breath smells like peppermint, and you can’t help but crave it.
Your tongue glides along the bottom of his lip, and slowly you rock your hips forward. With the movement of your hips you can hear him grunt in your mouth.
Everything around you disappears. All you can focus on is the feeling of your pussy slowly grinding against his growing hard on, and the way his breathing grows erratic against your mouth.
"Fuck," He groans.
He stared at you intensely through hooded eyes. You rock your hips and a shot of pleasure shoots through you.
You lean forward a bit and your head meets his muscular shoulder. His hand slides into your hair and the fingers that were once petting your cat were now racking through your hair.
You let out a muffled moan into his shoulder at the feeling of your cunt grinding and his hand roughly playing in your hair.
"Keep going," He encourages through a groan.
You press down harder and roll your hips. Your breath hitches softly.
"Yeah," He breathes. "Just like that."
You moan again at his words.
"What would your dad think?" He whispers. "Him coming home and seeing his daughter grinding against his friend, huh?"
You whimper in response.
You lean back and look at him. Your chest heaves up and down.
"I want more," You gasp. "Jack, please."
"Jack, hm?" He moves his hands down onto your thighs and up to your hips.
He squeezes and massages them slowly.
"What more do you want?" He asks.
"Touch me, anything, please." You beg.
"Touch you?" His hand slides closer to the button of your jeans.
He rubs his finger around the button. You watch the way his index finger slowly does circles on the piece of metal. You feel yourself pulsing at the idea of his fingers doing that to you.
He unbuttons the button and glides down the zipper. He can see your pink lace underwear you’re wearing. His thumb glides against the silky underwear and he looks up at you — looking for an answer.
"Please," you beg. "Touch me."
Without anymore hesitation he slides his hand inside of your underwear. You let out a mixture of a gasp and a moan as his index finger slides up your wet folds and runs over your clit, slowly. You rub is back and forth in a slowly flicking motion. You moan and tilt your head back a bit and rock your hips forward.
"You think you can take my fingers?" He wraps his free hand around your neck and tilts your head back to look at him.
You bob your head and he gives a smirk.
Slowly he pushes between your folds and slides his index finger inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of his finger going in. A mixture of pain and pleasure rush over you. His index finger slides in and out slowly but his thumb finds its way down back to your clit. In a motion you fingers you and rubs circles on your clit.
"Look at that," he hums. "Such a good girl."
You moan loudly at the way he’s treating you and the words he speaks. You can feel the nerves bundling up and the pleasure becoming intense on you.
"Oh God," You whimper. "I’m going to cum." You moan out.
"It’s okay," He reassures. "I got you; cum for me."
With those words, it felt like an explosion hit you. Your body trembles as you reach your climax and you let out a loud moan. You bite your lip and collapse onto his shoulder once again. He pumps his finger slower inside of you until all that’s left is your body twitching.
You sit up and catch your breath. You two are both breathless and you can’t help but smile. Jack cracks a smile back at you.
He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing gets out as you both hear the sound of keys entering the front doors lock.
You jump off Jack’s lap and zip up your jeans. You quickly tuck your hair behind your ears and glance at Jack once more. You notice him adjust his dick in his scrubs before the door opens.
"Hi dad," You blurt out.
"Hey sweetie," Robby sets down the keys in the bowl by your door and he walks over and kisses your forehead. "Sorry I’m home so late."
"It’s fine," you say. "Dr. Abbot kept me company."
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