Oh also pls don't copy my stuff & I DID NOT use AI for any of my works. This all came directly from my sick and twisted mind - I don't need technology's help for that
Inch one was just pressure. His hands stroked your hair out of your face, stubble rough against your ear as he whispered "You gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna take all my cock in this pretty pussy?"
What a tease inch two was. He held his postition there for a beat while he kissed your lips and then rocked his cock back out. Then back in. His girth alone was a lot but you had six more inches to take.
Inch three started to feel good, his sheer size stretching at your sensitive walls. Instinctively you clenched and Jack felt it. "Fuck, so tight. Keep them legs wide for me baby." He grunted as his hand came down to the inside of your thigh, softly keeping them apart.
Oh but inch four had you gasping. Only half way and you moaned into his ear, praising him. "Oh so good Jack-fuck."
Tingles in your lower tummy is what inch five gave you as he slowly dragged his cock through your folds. That familiar build up starting right at the pitt of your stomach, your pussy pulsing for more.
"Jack!" Inch six had your toes curling, your lungs gulping the air that you both shared.
Inch seven and you were biting into his neck, his weathered skin salty but still soft on your tongue. Gifting him your hums of pleasure, you sucked a generous love mark in your place.
And finally - inch eight. You were seeing stars, your pulse vibrating through your body as you opened your eyes again. Your fingers fisted at the back of his head tugging at his curls, your body relaxing into him.
"Fuck, I think I'm right in your tummy ain't I darlin'?"
tags: Jack Abbot x Reader, smut, P w the ghost of a P, unprotected piv, handcuffs (practically forgotten about, whoops), thigh riding, spanking, degradation, praise, denial, mean!dom Jack, and then soft!dom Jack, this got away from me oh boy
It was Jack, initially, that had brought up the idea of handcuffs.
You were game to try most things with Jack, happy to test out new and exciting things with your lover. You wouldn’t lie though, you were a bit disappointed at the idea of not being able to touch him whenever you wanted. You liked to touch, to taste. Savour every feeling and sound that ground its way out.
After he fucked you through your mattress with your wrists pinned above your head, huffing promises of I’ll take care of you, I’ll make it so good, you’re such a good pretty little thing, you realized you were rather willing to try it out.
For whatever reservations you had, the idea of being completely restrained made a thrill run up your spine, nerves already on red alert. Quite frankly, whenever Jack did anything you were game, each interaction leaving you a blushing mess. At this point it was starting to get embarrassing.
This probably isn’t what he had intended.
“Fuck- if you don’t let me out of these fuckin-” Jack practically snarled, his voice low and gravelly.
His shoulders pitched forward a bit, his entire frame leaning towards you and away from the chair he’s currently cuffed to. You sat in front of him, on your soft bed, watching with your head tilted as he seemingly tried to break out of them.
You had suggested going to a sex shop and finding a fluffy pair there, but no, Jack Abbot, in all of his dangerous hobbies, magically had a real pair laying around somewhere.
Bet he regrets that now.
You had distracted him - played dirty if you will. You had sat him down in the chair in the corner of your room and promised to make him feel good. You did, taking him slow and deep into your mouth, his hands fisting in your hair and watching as you sucked his cock.
Maybe part of the reason you were able to take him by surprise the way you did was because he didn’t think you had it in you. Up to this point, you’d been more than soft and pliant with him. If you were to get in trouble, it was often your sharp tongue.
Somehow, someway, you had distracted him enough to cuff his hands behind his back, the handcuffs themselves looping through the arm of the chair.
“Baby” Jack muttered, pulling you out of your reverie. “You’re killing me here. Let me out.”
Drawing a deep breath, you smile tentatively at him and shake your head disjointedly, your own heartbeat thudding in your ears.
“Not yet,” You nearly whisper, your voice filled with air. Staring at him through your lashes, you continue your movements, rocking your fingers in and out of yourself at an achingly slow pace, your core already on fire.
Jack breathes low and slow, eyes locked on you, as his chest and arms flexed as he pulled against his restraints.
You let your eyelids flutter shut, your other hand coming up to your breast and kneading it in your hand softly eliciting your own muted gasp. You can tell that his gaze dropped back to your hands - watching you roam over your own body - from the swear he lets out, the telltale clink of his cuffs shuffling with each movement he makes.
You’d been working yourself over since getting him cuffed, hands roaming over your soft skin and supple curves under his intense, lust-blown gaze.
Fingers just barely brushing a spot inside you that made you gasp, your eyes pop open again, breath hitching in your throat at the view in front of you. Jack’s expression was wrecked his mouth open in a soft pant, eyes locked on your core as he watched you slowly fuck yourself open on your fingers.
“Oh fuck,” Jack groaned low, eyes flicking up meet yours before before focusing on your dripping cunt again, watching it greedily swallow your fingers. You felt like your blood was nearly boiling. “Did that feel good, pretty girl?”
Nodding shakily, you push your fingers in as deep as you can again, trying and failing spectacularly to reach that same spot inside you, mewling in disappointment when you fail.
“Want to feel good baby? Is that it?” He asked, voice now lethal in its intensity. Nodding again, you start to move your fingers a bit quicker, driving them into yourself with more force and making your toes curl in the process.
“Use your thumb. Across your clit. Come on.” He commanded, his erection was painfully neglected, hard and long, the head of his dick shiny with precum and your spit. You’re sure that had to be bordering on painful and thought absentmindedly that you were gonna have to take care of that later.
Nerve endings on fire, your entire body strung tight and begging for release already, you swipe your thumb over your clit, the jolt of pleasure making your legs jump in place. Gasping, you do it again, still trying to drive your fingers deeper, deeper still, trying to hit your g-spot again.
“Not enough, baby?” Jack groaned quietly, his own chest heaving with the effort to take in breath.
Jesus. When did it get this hot? Your own lungs on fire, you drew in another tight breath, feeling like you were drowning, the air muggy and tense and hot. So so fucking hot.
“Not the same as your fingers Jack.” You respond breathily. “Not big enough.”
“Baby - oh fuck - let me out and I’ll reach all the spots you can’t, yeah?” He husks, his voice dripping syrupy sweet like honey. Pulse rushing in your own ears, you nod tentatively, withdrawing your fingers, the slick that covered your cunt and thighs glistening on your own fingers.
Standing up unsteadily, you take the few steps towards him on shaky legs, feeling his white-hot gaze resting on your entirely naked form. Placing your hands on his shoulders delicately, your slick staining your fingers, you lower yourself into his lap.
“You gonna play nice if I let you out?” You ask breathily, speaking against Jack’s lips as you lean in to kiss him. He meets your lips in a clash of teeth and desperation, licking, biting and kissing you.
“Oh, like you have?” Jack asks with a strained laugh, moving to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck as you shuffle in his lap, rolling your hips until you are rocking your slit back and forth against his cock. Jack’s laugh dies with a groan that rumbles from deep in his chest.
“Oh I think I’m playing very nice right now,” You respond with an airy laugh, your breath catching when the head of his dick rubs up against your clit. You reach down with your hand and pump him a few times, squeezing the head of his cock just to get a reaction.
The breath that wheezes out of him sounds like it was ripped from somewhere deep and dark. Jack stared at you, his gaze dark and hungry. His next sentence leaves him in a near growl.
“Will you please take the fucking cuffs off baby.”
He leans forward, crowding you on his lap with his broad chest, causing you to tighten your grip around his shoulders. His arms are bulging at his sides, the muscles straining against his restraints behind him. You don’t get the opportunity to respond before he kisses you breathless, all tongue, and heat and wetness. Jack licks into your mouth, lips moving against yours, his freckled chest pressed up against yours, brushing against your nipples and driving you nearly mad.
When you pull back for air, Jack continues his ministrations on your jaw, leaving hot wet kisses across your skin, leading down your neck, laving you in his attention.
You exhale a shaky laugh, your hand reaching from his shoulder to the dresser beside you, shaky fingers reaching for the silver key. Jack doesn’t let up his assault on your skin, licking and kissing his way back up your neck to stop to nibble your ear.
“Since you asked me so nicely.” You smiled cheekily in response, your breaths still heaving in your chest.
With the key in hand, you shifted on his lap to lean past Jack’s broad frame, straddling one thigh instead of his whole lap. Fuck, he was big. With the change in your position, you were able to innocently brush your naked core against the strong muscle of his thigh. The friction on your clit made your breath catch, your reach faltering for a moment before reaching around to the silver cuffs around Jack’s wrists, who had gone entirely still underneath you. His hands were fisted, his knuckles starting to turn white.
The moment before you turn the key in the lock of his right hand, you feel a bubble of … fear? Anticipation? You weren’t sure why, but you could feel nerves zipping along your skin at the thought of what Jack would do once he had his hands free.
“Thank you, baby.” He coos, his voice scraping rough and low in your ear.
You decided you wanted to find out. You turned the key, a small click sounding it’s release the only sound other than your combined heavy breaths.
Before you can move, breathe, or even think to unlock his left hand, Jack’s hands surge from behind him, anchoring themselves on your hips and pulling you down harshly until your core once again rests against his muscled thigh, the pressure unbearable, but not enough at the same time. You can feel the cool metal of the handcuffs dangling at your side, goosebumps rising on your skin in response.
You suck in a surprised breath, eyes widening as you meet Jack’s gaze, your hands now back on his shoulders. Gone was the controlled, desperate desire you saw, instead replaced by a ferocity and a mean curl to the smirk on his lips.
“I don’t think you were very nice at all.” Jack rasps out, his brows pulled low over his eyes. “I think you were being fuckin mean.”
You open your mouth to respond, but your quick retort dies on your lips as Jack rocks you back and forth across his thick thigh, grinding your pussy against the muscle. You can feel how wet you are, your slick spreading across his freckled thigh, your core clenching emptily and cheeks warming at the feeling. Desire burned low and thick in your belly.
“And now, I think it’s my turn.”
Jack squeezes your hips once, tenses the muscle under you, and grinds your core harder against his leg, picking up the pace as you feel your pussy clench and drip all over him, your clit buzzing with the friction.
“J-Jack-” You start, your face warm and lids low over your eyes as you meet his burning gaze.
“What? Think I didn’t notice you grinding your pretty pussy against me earlier? Like I’m not gonna do it again until you wanna cum all over my thigh?”
The breath goes out of you at this, your pussy clenching against the hard muscle of his thick leg. His erection sat neglected, his own pleasure abandoned to put his focus entirely on you.
“I felt that.” Jack smirked at you, before returning to his earlier assault on your neck.
The kisses were rougher this time, licking and biting across your skin, sucking bruises into your collarbone and upper chest, wherever he could reach from his current position. The bites are sharp, his breath rough against your skin, spit-slicked and hot.
You hold the back of Jack’s head, fingers tangling through the salt and pepper strands at the nape of his neck. Your mouth is open in a soft ‘o’, your breath hitching as heat continues to build in your core. The heat of the moment, the idea of you grinding against his thigh wantonly, makes the beginnings of your climax start to lick at your spine.
Jack leaned back from you for a moment, staring you down with an arched eyebrow in mock disapproval as his hands continued to work you over his lap, the cool chain of the cuffs sliding against your soft skin.
“You’re making such a fucking mess baby.” he chuckled, gravelly and low. “I can feel how warm you are, your pussy is fucking drooling all over me. So dirty, baby. I should make you clean it up.”
You give a hummed moan in response, grinding your hips back and forth desperately, in time with his hands. You lift your gaze to his, the hazy feeling of your orgasm buzzing deep in your bones. You can feel it growing, burning hot and low, desperate for release.
“What?” He cooed mockingly, his gaze dark with lust. “You close pretty girl? You gonna cum just like this?”
“Mhmm,” You nod quickly, your eyes starting to droop, head tilting back as you feel the waves of pleasure starting to rise.
“Too bad.” Jack said flippantly from below you, his iron grip on your hips stopping you in your place. Your eyes pop open from above, snapping your gaze down to him in confusion as he stares up at you with one brow raised. You feel your pussy pulse a few times, the pleasure that was starting to boil now fading away, instead simmering deep.
“Wha?” You ask disorientedly, your hips trying to buck against him a few times, useless against the strength of his grip.
“I said too bad.” Jack said, his tone dark and playful.
Your brows furrow low over your eyes, mouth turning down in a frown as you meet his gaze again. You were close and you wanted it so badly. You wanted him to give it to you.
“But Jack-”
“Don’t whine.” He cut you off shortly, a frown crinkling his brow. “You lock me up, torture me, and then want me to make you cum in my lap? Fat chance baby.”
At this, your frown deepens, and you scoff slightly. You push on his shoulders as if to get out of his lap, worked up enough that you intended to now finish this yourself if you had to. Jack did not let up on his grip at all, and feeling you try to get out of his lap, he scoffs himself, dragging you towards him so that you’re now chest to chest in the chair.
“And where do you think you’re going?” He asks incredulously.
“To take care of myself if you won’t.” You answer petulantly, pushing at his shoulders once again, trying and failing to get up from his lap, your pussy still pulsing from your ruined orgasm.
Jack swore underneath his breath, shaking his head disbelievingly at you.
“You are such a brat sometimes.”
Opening your mouth to protest this, Jack swept you into one of his arms, shifting forward in the chair, before essentially tackling you to the floor. You dropped onto your bottom, while he fell a little more gracefully overtop of you with an uncoordinated humph.
“Hey!” You protested to, well, all of it.
Jack shifted onto his knees in front of you, climbing over top of you quickly and caged you in with his arms. He dropped his hips low, grinding up against your core again, your legs coming to rest quickly around his hips, yours grinding against him in tandem.
“Impatient, dirty, little brat. Can’t believe you’d use my own gear on me.” He rasped in your ear, your own lips turning to kiss his neck, tasting the sweat and salt on his skin for a moment before he pulled back from you, the weight of him leaving your chest. “And on top of it all, you were mean.”
You lean up to protest, following him as he withdraws from overtop of you. You were desperate for a kiss, a touch, something from him, but are met with his right hand, free of the cuffs, pushing you to lay back down. You looked up at him, resting on your elbows, as he stares you down from between your legs, your kiss-swollen lips, soft, slick skin and glassy, open eyes.
You feel your cheeks darken as he stares down at your center, dark and weeping and empty. Jack skates his hand down from your chest, resting on your mound solidly, thumb brushing through your soft curls and barely brushing where you need him most. He was finally gonna take care of you.
You take in a soft breath in, anticipating his touch, when instead you are met with a slap to your inner thigh, inches away from your core, making you clench.
You yelp at the touch, skin stinging where it had landed. Your breath catches on the next inhale as Jack slaps your other thigh in the exact same spot, your pussy clenching again, legs drawing together but stopped by Jack’s broad shoulders. The sensitive skin of your inner thighs is burning with the hits, the fire burning in your belly growing hotter.
“Fuck. You liked that.” Jack rasped brokenly from above you, still staring at your weeping sex.
Two more sharp slaps are delivered, one on each thigh, this time, much closer to your pussy. You nearly sit straight up this time, gasping as each hit lands, your skin burning, stinging and pulsing with red hot desire. Your mouth is open in a pant, staring at him, chest heaving.
Jack looks up at you for a second, giving you a wolfish grin, before landing his next slap directly on your pussy. A bright stinging pain pulses across your core, a broken moan leaving your lips, the pain and pleasure of it making you clench around nothing.
Jack swore under his breath again, his voice low and growly as he watched you react, his gaze now directly on your face, intense, dark, and nearly feral with lust.
Jack delivered two more spanks on your pussy in quick succession, the pain and pleasure burning brighter with each slap. You keen high at this, breaking off in a half-moan half-sob, your voice filled with air.
“Jack,” you cry, hips shifting beneath him, squirming under his rough touch.
Jack leaned down for a moment and gave a soft kiss to your lower belly, running his fingers lightly along your weeping slit, still pulsing from the last slap he gave it.
“You are without a doubt, the prettiest thing I have ever seen.” Jack groaned against your skin, kissing down your belly, until he placed one soft, wet and slow kiss against your clit. You moan openly at this, your mouth falling open at the same time as your legs.
You’re hot all over, desire wrapped around your entire being, wanting desperately for Jack to give you more, to quench this fire that was burning you alive.
Jack lifted his face away from you once more, looking up at you from between your thighs. You can see your slick on his chin already, having barely paid attention to your core yet. It would probably embarrass you, if you weren’t so turned on you thought you might die.
“So,” slap, “fucking,” slap, “pretty.” slap.
Three quick spanks are delivered to your sensitive core, emphasizing each of his words, the heavy stinging making tears jump into your eyes, your knees attempting to close as Jack holds you open to him. You might actually be crying at this point, your breath heaving, blood at a near boiling point.
You choke out some sort of needy sob that Jack practically coos in response to, shifting his weight to one arm and answering your cry with returning his soft wet mouth to your abused core.
“You gonna be nice now?” He asked huskily, eyebrows still raised cockily as he met your teary gaze. You nodded hurriedly, desperate for relief, desperate for him to do something more, something nice, something to you.
“Good,” He hummed with a smile before kissing you.
Jack practically makes out with your pussy - giving soft kisses and licks, replacing the sharp pain with a warm pleasure. You’re hyperventilating at this point, your breaths coming in little gasps, occasionally moaning out his name. You watch as he closes his eyes, kisses and licks and sucks at your clit softly, wetly, and moans into you.
The fire from earlier, one that had been stoked and building slowly since you had clasped the cuffs behind his backs begins to lick at your belly again. You reached out one hand to clasp the hair at the back of his head, leaning on one elbow, and pulled at the roots of his silver strands.
Jack moans into you at this, now using his tongue to fuck into you rhythmically, your hips now rocking against his face. You feel your orgasm once again approaching, building into something deeper, hotter and more relentless than before.
“Oh.” You say quietly, mouth still hanging open, brows furrowed. “Oh, baby, please-” You start to say, your request getting lost somewhere along the way when Jack’s eyes met yours. They burned brightly from where he was settled, trapping you in the intensity of his gaze.
He barely pulled away from your core before grumbling low, his lips moving against yours. “Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.”
Jack dove back into his task, his attention increased tenfold, mouth moving messily and greedily across your cunt as your thoughts began to unravel. He sucks at your clit, eyes still locked on yours, pupils blown wide with lust as you roll your hips against his face. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he finally pushes two thick fingers deep inside of you, rocking them in time with your hips.
The heat, the soft kiss of his lips, his fingers hitting deep and the feeling of him groaning against your weeping sex was all too much - the pleasure building until you could feel it buzzing and zipping along your nerves finally crashed into you.
Your orgasm hit you like a train, taking your breath away entirely as it finally washed over you, your toes curling with the intensity. You choked out a sob of Jack’s name, your grip tightening in his hair as your core pulsed with each wave, clenching tight around his two fingers. Jack continued to kiss and lick at you, his fingers pushing deep as it rocked through you, subsiding slowly.
When your grip finally slackens in his hair, he withdraws his fingers and slows his mouth on your core, his kisses now trailing up your belly and your chest, stopping to lave his tongue repeatedly across both of your nipples, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips at this.
He has you caged in his arms again, elbows braced on the floor next to your head, the weight of his body pressing down warm and comforting against you. You wrap your legs around his waist immediately, his thick, heavy, cock rubbing against your core, making Jack hiss as he kisses his way up to you.
His kisses deepen as they trail up your neck, before he reaches your mouth and captures you in a searing kiss. You can feel your slick on his face, salty and musky as he pushes his tongue in your mouth and claims you with his.
When Jack finally pulls back slowly, you open your eyes blearily, blinking up at him and chasing his lips with your own.
“You okay?” He whispered against your lips, giving you a few softer, deeper kisses. His pupils were still blown with lust, but you could see the concern in his gaze, the worry that maybe he had taken things too far.
You let out a soft laugh, the sound breathy and high.
“Yeah baby, I’m good.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another deep, hot kiss. “I’m more than good.”
“Mmm,” Jack hummed low, leaning down to kiss your neck. “Good. My good girl.” He said, his hips grinding against yours, his cock jumping at the feeling of your wet, weeping core. Your breath catches in your chest at his motions, brows pulled high, your kiss-swollen lips parting on a pant.
“Baby please, I want you.” You whisper against his lips, rocking your hips with his. “I want you to fuck me. I want to make you feel good.” You release your grip on his neck, instead reaching between you two and wrapping your hand around his angry, weeping cock, and notch it at your entrance.
Jack’s mouth drops open in a groan above you, his hips rocking forward slowly as he sinks himself into your core. His head dropped into the crook of your neck as he rocked his hips shallowly. He was big, long and thick, and had to work himself inside you slowly, for both your sakes.
As he finally seats himself inside you, your breath punches out of you in a wheeze, the feeling of him hitting deep and hot in your belly. The pleasure that had crashed into you at near lightspeed earlier begins to rumble once again as you stretch and squeeze around his dick.
“Sweetheart,” He pants against your skin, kissing your collarbone. “You feel fucking perfect.”
Your hands are wrapped around his shoulders once again, reaching up to tug at the back of his hair, pulling his face towards you as he starts to rock his hips back and forth against yours, dragging deep and hot inside of you.
Your mouths collide in a flurry, each kiss desperate and full of desire as Jack’s hips find their rhythm, your own hips rising to meet his thrusts. Jack pants against your mouth, licking at your lips as rising moans escape you, his cock hitting deep and hard against your g-spot.
“Fuck baby,” You gasp, eyes flying open, meeting his immediately. “Fuck right there, right there-” You repeat breathily as his hips snap against yours, your fingernails digging into his freckled shoulder. Jack breathes a laugh that breaks off into a moan into your mouth, rocking back and forth against you with mounting desperation.
“Yeah?” Jack asks, his voice wrecked and raw, rising on one of his hands, leaning away from your torso a tad before grabbing the back of your neck with his other hand.
“Right there?” He asks, making you stare down at where he thrust into you, your pussy wet and practically sucking his cock in as his hips pistoned back and forth. Your eyes really do roll back in your head at this, your second orgasm of the night approaching with an intensity that was making your eyes water anew.
“So fucking good baby,” he rasped, staring you down with an intense gaze, his pupils blown. “Feel so fucking good, taking it so fucking good. Gonna cum deep inside this pretty pussy.”
“Jack, jack, jack, yes, please, please-” You start nearly chanting as the pleasure reaches a fever pitch once again, your climax ripping hard and blinding through you at his words.
You moan low and chokingly, pussy spasming around his cock hard as pleasure licks at you like fire, the waves of it rolling hard and fast. Jack swallows up your moans with his own mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy pulsing repeatedly.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s it.” Jack groaned, his hips slamming into yours, the rhythm starting to falter as his own orgasm approached.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him through your glassy eyes, his brow drawn low over intense eyes, his mouth dropped open against yours and letting out growling, raspy pants as his hips pump a few more times before slamming into you for a final time, letting out a gasping low moan as he came deep inside of you.
Your foreheads knock against each other clumsily as you both come down from your respective highs, breaths panting into each other's mouths. You close your eyes and lay your head back on the floor, lips stretching into a lazy smile, a giddy laugh bubbling out of you, still a little breathless.
“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” Jack asked, leaning down and kissing at the corners of your smile. His low voice was curious, his own smile present in his tone.
“You tackled me.” You giggled, eyes popping open and meeting Jack’s soft gaze. “And then you fucked me on the floor. When we have a perfectly good bed right there.” You laughed again, hands now playing with his hair, running your fingers through their soft curls.
“Hmm.” Jack chuckled back, tilting his head as he looked down at you. “I couldn’t wait.” He said with a shrug, his own smile breaking out, leaning forward to give you a deep, slow kiss, each laugh that bubbled out of you swallowed whole.
He gave you a few more deep kisses, pulling out of you slowly as he did so, your core aching at his loss. He turned you both on your sides, laying beside you on the carpeted floor, your legs tangling together.
“I can’t believe you tricked me. You’re a wicked woman.” He whispered to you.
“Speaking of which,” he continued, holding his left arm in front of you, the handcuffs dangling from his wrist. “Do you know where the key might be?”
You laugh harder at this, your hand slapping to your mouth as a disbelieving, wild giggle bubbled up out of you.
“Oh my god. I have no idea.”
“I figured. Either we find it, or I have to call one of my SWAT buddies for their keys, and I’m not doing that.”
Omg second post in one day? Someone contain her (or don't & say nice things and I'll write faster js)
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tags: smut, Jack Abbot x Reader, oral (m! receiving), sweet talk, toys, this is really short
When Jack had found your vibrator charging next to your nightstand, you predictably had a good evening. A great evening.
When Jack saw you walking funny the next day, he promised to use it on you more often. After that, it became a familiar part of your sex lives.
When he found your dildo however, things played out a little differently.
You were lying in bed, reading, and asked Jack to find your hand lotion in your bedside drawer. Instead, when he turned back around, he was holding your petal pink, sparkly dildo.
“You buy this before me or to replace me?” Jack asked, eyebrows raising at you, turning to where you were currently lying in bed.
Seeing what he was holding, you huffed a laugh, your cheeks flaming hot. You covered your face with your book for a moment, forgetting your recent purchase.
"My friend was ordering from some shop online, at it was cheaper if we split shipping." You smiled, rolling your eyes.
"Oh, split shipping? Well, of course." He said mockingly, considering the pretty pink object in his hands. "I'll buy you whatever you want. You hiding this? You shy?"
“Neither,” You said, dropping your book beside you and meeting your boyfriend's mischievous gaze. “I bought it for when you’re busy.”
You swiped to try to grab the offensive thing away from him, but he pulled his hand high, holding it out of your reach. At your response, Jack’s amused look shifted, eyes darkening, a challenging smile on his lips.
“Oh for when I’m busy?” He asked mockingly, leaning into your space. “When am I too busy for this pussy, huh?”
You felt your pulse spike at this, rugging sluggish and warm through your veins. You cock your eyebrow at him in your own challenge.
“You work long hours. I can get bored.” You said, with a shrug.
“Ah.” Jack said cooly, wrapping his hand around your wrist and dragging you closer. “We can’t have that, can we?”
“Poor baby,” Jack cooed in mock sympathy, kissing below your ear, soft and slow. “Can’t wait for me to get home? Gotta do it all yourself?”
You feel your face warm again, a little embarrassed, but smiling anyways. You wrap your arms around Jack’s shoulders as he leaned over you, hands planted in the pillows beside your head.
“A girls’ gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” You laugh, the sound high and breathy.
“Mmm, I can only imagine.” Jack murmured against your skin, nosing along your jawline and up towards your mouth. “Wanna show me, baby?”
“Jack!” You squealed with a laugh, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You were definitely feeling embarrassed now.
“What, I can watch you cum on my cock but not this sparkly one?” Jack asked you, pressing light kisses along your hairline as you hid from him, a smile in his voice. The action was so soft, so sweet, clashing against his dirty words, his request. It made heat pool low in your belly.
Jack pulled you into a deep kiss, his tongue skating along your bottom lip before plunging in your mouth, pulling every thought directly out of your brain. When you broke apart for air, lips already swollen from his kisses, you laugh again, airily.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Fuck you look good like this.” Jack ground out from above you, his jaw slack.
You hummed happily from where you knelt on the floor in front of him, sucking at the tip of his dick while you worked the rest of him with your palm, shakily. You took a few experimental rocks of your hips, feeling the sparkly dildo rubbing deep against your womb.
Jack had painstakingly prepped you, stretching you out on his fingers and spreading your slick all over your weeping sex. When he had finally pressed the silicone dick inside of you, he let out a filthy moan watching it disappear into your cunt.
With a wicked smile, Jack had stuck the suction cup base of your dildo to the floor and sat you atop it, guiding your hips with his hands for a bit before asking if he could fuck your mouth.
Jack looked glorious from here, his pants shucked down just far enough, shirt bunched up on his tummy. His silver curls were slightly askew from him running his hands through it repeatedly, hazel eyes locked on your face while you worked him over.
“That feel good, baby?” Jack asked, his hand on your jaw, tilting your gaze up to his.
You moan and nod as best you can, swirling your tongue along the underside of his cock, pumping up and down his shaft. Your hips rock faster, the fake member thrusting in and out of you, the plastic balls rubbing against your clit. You could feel the fire starting to burn in your blood, humming along your bones.
“Yeah, I bet it does.” Jack rasped out a laugh, moving to fist his hand in the back of your hair, thrusting his hips into your warm, waiting mouth.
“Once you cum on your toy, you can get up here and do it again on the real thing.”
Omg second post in one day? Someone contain her (or don't & say nice things and I'll write faster js)
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tags: smut, Jack Abbot x Reader, oral (m! receiving), sweet talk, toys, this is really short
When Jack had found your vibrator charging next to your nightstand, you predictably had a good evening. A great evening.
When Jack saw you walking funny the next day, he promised to use it on you more often. After that, it became a familiar part of your sex lives.
When he found your dildo however, things played out a little differently.
You were lying in bed, reading, and asked Jack to find your hand lotion in your bedside drawer. Instead, when he turned back around, he was holding your petal pink, sparkly dildo.
“You buy this before me or to replace me?” Jack asked, eyebrows raising at you, turning to where you were currently lying in bed.
Seeing what he was holding, you huffed a laugh, your cheeks flaming hot. You covered your face with your book for a moment, forgetting your recent purchase.
"My friend was ordering from some shop online, at it was cheaper if we split shipping." You smiled, rolling your eyes.
"Oh, split shipping? Well, of course." He said mockingly, considering the pretty pink object in his hands. "I'll buy you whatever you want. You hiding this? You shy?"
“Neither,” You said, dropping your book beside you and meeting your boyfriend's mischievous gaze. “I bought it for when you’re busy.”
You swiped to try to grab the offensive thing away from him, but he pulled his hand high, holding it out of your reach. At your response, Jack’s amused look shifted, eyes darkening, a challenging smile on his lips.
“Oh for when I’m busy?” He asked mockingly, leaning into your space. “When am I too busy for this pussy, huh?”
You felt your pulse spike at this, rugging sluggish and warm through your veins. You cock your eyebrow at him in your own challenge.
“You work long hours. I can get bored.” You said, with a shrug.
“Ah.” Jack said cooly, wrapping his hand around your wrist and dragging you closer. “We can’t have that, can we?”
“Poor baby,” Jack cooed in mock sympathy, kissing below your ear, soft and slow. “Can’t wait for me to get home? Gotta do it all yourself?”
You feel your face warm again, a little embarrassed, but smiling anyways. You wrap your arms around Jack’s shoulders as he leaned over you, hands planted in the pillows beside your head.
“A girls’ gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” You laugh, the sound high and breathy.
“Mmm, I can only imagine.” Jack murmured against your skin, nosing along your jawline and up towards your mouth. “Wanna show me, baby?”
“Jack!” You squealed with a laugh, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You were definitely feeling embarrassed now.
“What, I can watch you cum on my cock but not this sparkly one?” Jack asked you, pressing light kisses along your hairline as you hid from him, a smile in his voice. The action was so soft, so sweet, clashing against his dirty words, his request. It made heat pool low in your belly.
Jack pulled you into a deep kiss, his tongue skating along your bottom lip before plunging in your mouth, pulling every thought directly out of your brain. When you broke apart for air, lips already swollen from his kisses, you laugh again, airily.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Fuck you look good like this.” Jack ground out from above you, his jaw slack.
You hummed happily from where you knelt on the floor in front of him, sucking at the tip of his dick while you worked the rest of him with your palm, shakily. You took a few experimental rocks of your hips, feeling the sparkly dildo rubbing deep against your womb.
Jack had painstakingly prepped you, stretching you out on his fingers and spreading your slick all over your weeping sex. When he had finally pressed the silicone dick inside of you, he let out a filthy moan watching it disappear into your cunt.
With a wicked smile, Jack had stuck the suction cup base of your dildo to the floor and sat you atop it, guiding your hips with his hands for a bit before asking if he could fuck your mouth.
Jack looked glorious from here, his pants shucked down just far enough, shirt bunched up on his tummy. His silver curls were slightly askew from him running his hands through it repeatedly, hazel eyes locked on your face while you worked him over.
“That feel good, baby?” Jack asked, his hand on your jaw, tilting your gaze up to his.
You moan and nod as best you can, swirling your tongue along the underside of his cock, pumping up and down his shaft. Your hips rock faster, the fake member thrusting in and out of you, the plastic balls rubbing against your clit. You could feel the fire starting to burn in your blood, humming along your bones.
“Yeah, I bet it does.” Jack rasped out a laugh, moving to fist his hand in the back of your hair, thrusting his hips into your warm, waiting mouth.
“Once you cum on your toy, you can get up here and do it again on the real thing.”
Let's all pretend these people hang out outside of work, it is just as unbelievable as what happens in this bar bathroom ok.
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tags: sexual content, Jack Abbot x Reader, Dr. Robby x Reader, Rabbot x Reader, P with some Plot actually, 3-way-group-vibe-thing-going-on, praise, dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), fingering, alcohol consumption, everyone is a little ooc imo, including reader but it's okay just roll with it
There was no good explanation as to how, or why you were where you were.
You had told your roommate you were going out with some friends, you told your friends you would be out with your roommate. In truth, you were out on your own tonight, looking for something or someone that caught your interest.
And okay, yes, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to be out on your own, dropped off in an Uber in one of the busy downtown areas of Pittsburg, but to be fair, everyone in your life had your location. They all just believed you were with someone else.
You wanted to go out, dance, feel completely free for a night. You had always been embarrassed of flirting in front of your friends, finding it awkward and palm-sweat inducing. Something about it just felt wrong - whispering promising words to a stranger in front of the people who know you best. It was like kissing someone in front of your grandma. You weren’t gonna get wasted. You were gonna be safe, and smart. You just wanted to go out for a night and feel a little anonymous, a little wild, a little free.
You walked down the street for a short while before finding a nightclub that was thumping a hit from the 80s, the exterior simple brick, lights pulsing from inside in time to the beat. You peeked in and saw it looked the right amount of crowded, and didn’t look too fancy. Perfect.
You stopped at the door to show your ID to the bouncer and received a blurry stamp on the back of your right hand. You opened the large door in front of you, the music now loud enough for the bass to thump in your chest as you slipped inside, the shifting lights sliding across your skin. You took a deep breath, adjusted your cherry-red dress a bit, and headed towards the bar.
You weren’t going to get drunk, but you were gonna need a drink.
You wove your way through the groups of people around the edges of the dance floor to get to the bar, tucked towards the back of the venue. Bumping shoulders a few times, you finally squeak in next to a young woman leaning on her elbow tops on the bartop.
She was waving at the bartenders enthusiastically, trying to get their attention.
“Hellooo, my friend and I have been waiting here forever!” She gestured between the two of you after finally grabbing their attention. You see him roll his eyes a bit, and gesture that he would be over in a minute.
You turn to her with a smile and raise your eyebrows. She’s beautiful, with sleek dark hair that has been pulled back sharply from her face, her cheeks reddened with what you assumed was already a slight buzz, her eyes sparkly and green.
“Friends already?” You ask.
“He’s not my biggest fan,” she says with a huffed laugh. “I figured I’d have a better chance of calling him over if you were in the picture.”
You laugh and nod, leaning up against the bar beside her, waiting for the bartender to come back. You fiddle with the rings on your hand, twirling them around your fingers as you wait.
“I’m Trinity by the way.” She offers her hand to you, when you give her your name. She gives you an appreciative once over before turning back to the bar. “You out for a girls' night, or a hot date, Red?”
“Oh, I’m not actually here with anyone.” You respond a bit sheepishly, realising how foolish that must sound to her. “I wanted to go out on my own tonight.”
“Oh.” She said, her voice taking on a knowing tone. Her eyes flicking back to you. “Oh, you’re out hunting.” She says with a laugh, a cheeky smile growing on her face.
You laugh in response, a blush starting to burn at your cheeks. You shrug a bit, turning to her, conspiratorially. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“And what exactly are you hunting for?” She asks, leaning a bit closer to hear you over the music.
“Good music, good dancing, and maybe for a guy to fuck me through his headboard.” You answer honestly, watching as the bartender finally turned to walk in your direction. Might as well drop the coy act.
“Oh I can help with that.” She laughed again, turning her attention to the bartender as he stopped in front of the pair of you.
“We need 2 tequila shots, and I need drinks for the table. And for us.” she said to the man, matter-of-fact.
As he turned to start grabbing glasses, laying them out on the bartop in front of you, Trinity turned back to you.
“And you need a wingwoman.”
A few other people from her group came to carry drinks, people she called Mel and Huckleberry(..?), taking the array of drinks back to the group that was apparently tucked away on the wall opposite to the bar. You had downed the shot of tequila at Trinity’s demand, and now, 20 minutes later, you’re on the dance floor with your new friends, Trinity, and her coworkers Cassie and ‘Crash’. You both practically had to shout for you to get her actual name, Victoria.
You had your own drink, a vodka cranberry, tucked close to your chest while you swayed your hips back and forth to the music, laughing and feeling looser than you had in a long time. You felt free.
By the time Whitaker and King had come back with their whiskeys, both Robby and Jack had regretted allowing Santos to talk them into ordering another before marching off to the bar.
“Uh, she sends her apologies and demands that nobody go anywhere.” Whitaker said with a slight grimace, passing out the glasses.
When she had convinced them all to go out that night, she failed to mention that at 10PM sharp, this bar turned into a club. Of course she would forget to mention something like that. It was Santos’ fault that they were sitting here in a club, with both attendings on a rare night off, at the same time.
“Where is Santos, anyways?” Robby asked, passing one of the tumblers of whiskey over to Jack and keeping one for himself. He planned on nursing this for the rest of this headache-inducing night, as he was sure Jack wanted to do the same.
“Oh, dancing with McKay, Javadi and her friend she found at the bar.” Mel said with a smile, gesturing over her shoulder as she slipped into the booth across from them, sitting down next to Whitaker. “Said she was on a mission or something.”
“A mission?” Jack asked from Robby’s side, his brows rising in suspicion. Whatever mission Trinity Santos had found on a Friday night in a club couldn’t be good.
They all scanned the crowd until they saw the group of you, McKay and Javadi dancing together to the beat of the early 2000s’ song, and Trinity holding the hand of a new, beautiful woman.
Your hips were swaying along to the beat of the song, spun around so that your back faced Trinity. You have a bright smile on your face, singing passionately to McKay and Javadi while dancing against Santos. You were wearing a short, tight, cherry-red dress, with flimsy little spaghetti straps holding up the scandalous neckline. It hugged your body perfectly, your curves on display as you shook your hips back and forth tantalizingly, nearly hypnotizing the older men sitting in the booth across the bar.
As they each scanned you over appreciatively, they missed Santos looking over in time to catch them ogling you. A knowing, wicked smile spread across her face before she spun you around on the dancefloor, your head tilted back with a laugh.
“There!” Mel said happily, “That’s her friend. She’s been calling her Red.”
Interesting.
You had halfway finished your drink, the faintest of a buzz in your veins as you sang along to the end of one of your favourite songs, the music flowing through you as you moved your body to the beat.
When the beat picked up into something new that you didn’t really recognize, Trinity pulled you closer, shouting over the bass of the new song.
“I need a breather, and this song sucks. Come on!” She stated, grabbing your wrist and pulling you deeper into the dance floor for a moment, Victoria and McKay watching you go with a shrug, spinning to the music as you disappeared behind Trinity.
You popped out on the other side of the crowd to a row of tables and booths, Trinity waving to a group of 3 sitting in the corner, two of whom you recognized from earlier, the other one… wow. You stumble on your feet slightly as you approach them, their attention pulled to the pair of you.
Everyone, this is Red!” Trinity loudly introduces you, sliding in beside the two you recognize from before, leaving you standing at the head of the table.
“That’s not my name,” You say with an amused lilt to your voice, smiling at the strangers sitting around the table in front of you in a hello.
“Red, this is Mel, Huckleberry,-”
“Also not my name, it’s Dennis.” The younger man from before cuts in at this, waving at you from his spot. Trinity continues on as if she wasn’t interrupted, sweeping her hands across the table, to point at the very attractive older man sitting and staring up at you.
“That’s Dr. Robby, Dr. Abbot must have wandered off somewhere.” she said flippantly, stealing a sip out of the glass in Dennis’ hand.
“Washroom.” The man said, his voice low and rumbling in his chest.
Dr. Robby was broad, you could tell he was tall when he stood at his full height. His dark hair and beard were streaked with silver, a pair of soft brown eyes all adding to his rogue-ish handsomeness. He turned his gaze on you, the crinkles at the edges of his eyes deepening as his gaze sweeps down your frame.
“Hi, Red.”
“Sit, Red! Drink, be merry!” Trinity looks back at you, her eyebrow arched and staring at you with a knowing look, gesturing to Robby’s side of the booth. She’s such a shit.
You give Robby a sheepish smile, sliding into the booth beside him, Robby adjusting on the vinyl seats beside you to pull out his phone and text Jack.
She’s sitting in your spot.
Who? Santos?
No. Her friend. The one in red.
Interesting.
Trinity was quizzing you about your life, interrogating you on the basics and how you haven’t met before, even though Pittsburg was huge. Robby feels his dark eyebrows raise at this, turning to look at you sitting beside him.
“You don’t know eachother?” He asked, somewhat incredulously.
He had figured you were an old friend, someone Santos had a reunion with at the bar and decided to spend her night catching up with, or had texted to meet up with you and help cause trouble.
“Nope,” Trinity popped the ‘p’ in her word. “Met her at the bar waiting for the asshole bartender’s attention.”
“Why is he an asshole by the way?” You ask, interjecting quickly.
“He saw me making out with my current situationship, and when I realized he was watching, I asked whether it was because he was getting off to it or if he was a homophobe. He hasn’t been interested in taking my drink orders since.”
“I wonder why.” Dennis responds below his breath, taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand. Trinity smacked his shoulder and gave him a pointed look.
“Sorry, who did we meet and why are they a homophobe?” A gruff, raspy voice asks from your left. Trinity’s wicked little smile grew as she turned to the new arrival.
He was intimidatingly handsome, with soft, silvery curls atop his head, sparkly hazel eyes staring at you. He had a soft smirk pulling at his lips as his thick, freckled arms crossed his chest, nearly popping out of the black t-shirt he was wearing.
“The bartender. He didn’t like it when I kissed Yo.” Trinity responded flippantly, eyes flicking between you two.
“None of us like it when you do that.” The man standing next to you quipped back quickly.
“Potato, tomato. I felt his vibes and they were judgmental.”
“That’s not the saying, Trin.” Dennis juts in from beside her.
“Potato, tomato, Huckleberry.” Trinity shot back, overenunciating, sass dripping from her every word.
“And who might you be?” The handsome stranger asked, slipping into the booth beside you, his arm settling along the back of the bench seat behind you as he settled in.
“Red! Red, this is Dr. Abbot.” Trinity cut in, watching you squirm between the two men you shared your side of the table with.
“Jack.” He cuts in, offering you his hand. “Call me Jack.”
“Hi Jack,” You offered back, giving him your name. It’s accompanied by a shyer smile than you would have liked.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Dr. Abbot, Jack, responded with a wink.
While Trinity, Dennis and Mel looked cozy on their side of the table, things were downright cramped on yours. The men sitting on either side of you crowd you in the booth, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of both of them. The thick, spicy scent of their combined colognes wash over you, nearly short-circuiting your brain for a moment. You’re so cramped in here, you were surprised you weren’t forced to sit on one of their laps.
The thought makes your cheeks blaze, fiddling with the drink in front of you, unaware of the two sets of eyes currently watching you. Your eyes flick up at Trinity pleadingly for a moment, answered by that same conspiratorial smile on her face.
Trinity snorts from across the table, turning to argue with the two beside her, ignoring your current plight that she most definitely had a hand in creating.
You take a sip of your drink to buy yourself a moment, feeling both of their gazes on your face, burning both sides equally.
“So, you’re doctors?” You ask as casually as you can, eyes flitting between the two men as you lean back in your spot, the black vinyl of the seat cool against your burning skin, a small relief under the crushing weight of their attention.
“Well, we are,” Robby starts with a chuckle. “The others are too, to varying degrees. Santos- Trinity convinced us all to come out for a night off for some ‘team bonding’.”
“And how’s that going?” You ask with a smile, turning to Robby in the booth slightly. “You both look like you’re ready to cut and run for the door as soon as she turns her back.”
“I was contemplating it.” Robby replied, rubbing his large hand across his beard, scratching at the bristles lightly.
“And now?” You ask, innocently, flicking your gaze back and forth between the two men sandwiching you in the booth.
“I’m feeling less inclined to run.” He responded, a glint in his eye.
An anxious laugh builds up in your chest, biting your lip before it bubbles right out of you. You weren’t sure what you were expecting tonight, but you were certain it wasn’t this.
“So, is this your normal MO? Go out on the town, meet an insane woman at the bar and integrate yourself into the group of her coworkers slowly? Won’t your friends worry about you, think you’ve been kidnapped or something?” Robby asked you, taking a sip of the drink in his hand.
“Oh, no, actually.” You said, with a surprised laugh. “I’m uhm here by myself actually.” You said, once again feeling a bit sheepish.
You knew the men sitting on either side of you were older than you, and you were all of a sudden worried you’d come off young and naive. The more you said it out loud, the less it sounded like the totally reasonable decision you’d felt it was.
You’re not sure why, but you already don’t like the idea of disappointing them. You wanted them to like you, not just the ridiculously attractive older men, but the others in the group. They seemed fun, and kind in their own ways.
“Alone, hmm?” Jack hums thoughtfully from your side, swirling the tumbler of amber liquid languidly. “What would you want to be alone for?”
You turn to look at him, but instead, he is looking at Robby, exchanging a glance overtop of your head. You’re not sure what the look means, but you chew your lip a bit at the question.
“Not the safest to be wandering around at night, Red.” Robby said lowly, leaning towards you a bit.
“Then thank goodness Trinity found me.” You responded quickly, heat rolling over you in… embarrassment? Anxiety? Something else? You’re not quite sure yourself.
“Yeah, thank goodness.” Jack responded, shifting a bit closer to you on the bench.
You took another sip of your drink nervously, shifting in your seat.
She came here alone?
I guess. Doesn’t seem the safest to me.
It isn’t. We’ll make sure she gets home safe.
Oh? We’re gonna take her home, are we?
Can always do it myself, Robby. I’ll make sure she’s good and taken care of.
No. Fuck. We’ll get her home.
Trinity had ordered another round after Cassie and Victoria returned to the table, pulling up chairs to the open side of the booth. You were nursing your third drink of the night, unsure if the light, pleasant buzz you were feeling was from the alcohol of the laughter that surrounded you. It was getting later in the night, the bass of the music thumping through the club causing you all to lean in closer, pulling tighter to hear each other’s words. You had relaxed into the evening, plied by the good conversation and light buzz you were floating on.
Cassie, Mel and Victoria had just made their leave for the night, promising to get your number from Trinity, who had demanded you put yours in her phone shortly after you arrived at the table.
Now, it was just Trinity, Dennis, Jack, Robby, and you.
Even though a few members of the group had left, Jack didn’t shuffle into an open seat, instead leaning closer as he told stories, his fingers occasionally brushing the bare skin of your shoulder from where it hung casually behind you as you laughed. Each touch felt like fire.
More than once, you’d felt Robby’s thick thigh rub up against yours, somehow interrupting your train of thought through the denim of both of your jeans.
They were funny, witty and sharp, making jokes and telling stories overtop of each other. At one point, Dennis tries to tell you about Trinity dropping a scalpel, before she cuts him off and threatens to mention his affinity for doing laundry while on shift, before Robby cuts them all off from talking about work.
“You’re gonna make her think we’re idiots.” Robby huffed a laugh, sipping on his whiskey and shaking his head. “She’s never gonna show at the Pitt if she needs help now.”
“Well, not to hurt any of your feelings, but I hope I don’t run into any of you at work.” You huff a laugh of your own, your cheeks flushed, and your smile coming easily.
“Oh you wound me, sweetheart.” Jack feigned hurt from beside you, tipping the last of his drink back and nudging your side.
“You’re emergency room physicians. I would happily spend the rest of my life avoiding your workplace and everything you get up to there.” You laugh, taking another sip of your drink, the alcohol humming low and pleasant in your bones.
You make eye contact with Trinity across the table, that same conspiratorial smile she’d been giving you all night returning tenfold as she watched you squirm between her two attendings. She turned to Dennis and started talking to him quickly, their own conversation absorbing them immediately.
“Pretty little thing like you would sure brighten the place up.” Jack hummed, leaning into you a bit further, his voice low and gravelly. You feel your breath catch a little at this, turning to gaze up at him, your eyes blinking wide.
“I like the sound of that.” Robby replied, his own voice low and much closer than you realized earlier.
You let out a shaky breath, blinking quickly and leaned back in your seat to try to catch a moment to compose yourself, when your back bumps up against Jack’s arm, accidentally leaning further into him. Robby had shuffled himself closer, the length of his thick thigh pressing against yours, his broad shoulder bumping into you.
You take another sip of your drink, as you feel a heat creep up your neck. You’re not used to having one man’s attention on you like this, let alone two, let alone men that looked like that.
You’re brought out of your momentary reverie by Trinity picking up her drink and slamming the rest of the liquid down.
“Well, my drink’s done and it’s getting late. Huckleberry and I are headed home, he has to be up early to feed the chickens.” She says with an affectionate pat to Dennis’ shoulder and a mock shake to her head.
“We don’t have chickens.” Dennis clarifies, looking tiredly between the three of you from across the booth as he stands up.
“Dr. Robby, Dr. Abbot, I’m sure you’ll help Red get home safe?” She smiled, saccharinely sweet, an evil glint in her emerald eyes.
“You don’t have t-” You start, flicking your gaze back and forth between the two men you were currently smushed into a booth with.
“Yeah, we’ll get her home.” Robby said confidently, cutting off what was sure to be nervous stammering.
“Great!” Trinity smiled brightly, leaning across the booth table and giving you a quick peck on your cheek. “Text me tomorrow. I like you Red, don’t ghost me.”
You laugh and nod your head in agreement, already fine with the nickname. You waved at Dennis as he said his goodbyes, leaving the three of you in a weighted silence, made heavier by the booming music.
“She’s really nice.” You say, trying to break some of the unidentified tension that lingered in the booth.
Robby snorts from beside you. “Hmm, no. She was nice to you, but that’s not the Santos I know.”
“Oh, well then it’s good I made it into her good graces. I’m glad she adopted me actually,” You laugh, running your fingertip around the rim of your glass delicately. “You’ve all been very nice. I’m glad I came out tonight.”
“Now that you mention it,” Jack starts, turning his attention to you fully, staring you down with his intense gaze. “Why on earth are you out by yourself? Not to sound like an old man, but you’re young and beautiful, alone on a Friday night. That doesn’t track, sweetheart.”
Your smile falters a bit, a bit too affected by the hint of disapproval in his voice, too affected by him calling you beautiful.
“I’m normally pretty shy. I tend to stick close to my friends when we go out, and I don’t know,” You trail off, biting your lower lip between your teeth lightly as you think. “I just wanted to go out and… feel a little more free. Have a little more fun. Let loose a little.” You responded finally, staring at your hands.
Jack and Robby once again share what feels like a meaningful glance between the two of them over your head as you continue to fiddle with your glass. You can feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest, your body hot all over. God, without the others in the booth to contribute to the conversation, you felt like you might suffocate under their attention.
Jack hums at this response, his fingers once again dragging lightly along your exposed skin along your shoulder. You’re left in silence for a moment, your words, their implications hanging in the air in front of the three of you.
Robby let out a hum, rumbling low in his chest.
“Well, did you?” Robby asked from your side.
“Did I what?” You responded, confused, looking at him.
“Let loose. Have fun.” Robby answered, leaning into your space a little further. You don’t shrink away - there’s nowhere to go, not with Jack on your other side, nearly shoved against your side.
“Uhm, yes.” You answer, blinking a few times, caught off-guard by it. “I think so.”
“If you have to think about it, I don’t think you achieved your goal, sweetheart.” Robby said, a chuckle low on his breath, the promise of… something in his tone. You swept your gaze to meet his nervously, his eyes trained dark and intent on your face.
“Any way we could help, Red?” Jack asked, his voice low and rasping in your ear.
Your eyes sweep over to his face, expecting to meet his hazel eyes, but instead find him staring at your lips, a charming, cocky grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.
His fingers skated along your shoulder purposefully now, drawing lazy, burning patterns into your skin, his own thigh pressed tight against yours. You were pinned between them, nearly overwhelmed by their presence in the booth.
You clench your thighs tighter together, a deep, burning desire burning low in your gut. You bite your lip again, worrying the soft flesh between your teeth as your gaze flickers back and forth between the two older, gorgeous men, and decide for the second time tonight to be bold.
“This could work.” You murmured, abandoning your glass on the table to put a hand tentatively on Robby’s thigh, leaning further into Jack’s side.
Jack drops his arm onto your shoulders fully and tugs you closer purposefully. You feel Robby’s large hand land on top of yours, flipping over your hand and running his fingers along your pulse point. They trail a path of burning fire in their wake.
“Yeah?” Jack asked, the grin spreading across his lips now. You nod, a smile of your own tugging at your lips as you look up at him through your lashes.
“Finish your drink, baby.” Robby leaned in, whispering in your ear. “Then we can take you home.”
You feel a giddy, nervous smile pull at your cheeks as you pick up your glass, consider it for a moment, and downed the rest of the liquid in it in one go. You could barely feel the bitter bite of the alcohol over the heat already pouring through your veins.
“Good girl.” Jack murmured from your left, the words adding to the fire in your blood, your core clenching at the praise.
Jack slides over and stands from the booth, the sudden loss of his body heat letting you take in what you felt was your first full breath since sitting down. He offers you his hand once standing, that same cocky curl to his smile.
You take a quick breath and reach for his hand, standing up and out of the booth as Robby follows close behind, standing behind you and dwarfing you with his size. You knew it.
Jack doesn’t let go of your hand, his hungry gaze roving over you for a moment before making eye contact with Robby behind you. You feel Robby’s large, warm hand come to rest at the small of your back, his touch electrifying.
You look up at Robby, his frame towering over you, breath hitching as you realize just how big he is. As Jack turns to lead you through the crowd of people, Robby smiles down at you wolfishly, offering his own wink at you, his hand gently pushing at your back as you wind through people.
With each step you take towards the door, you feel your nerves ratchet up, both excited and nervous for whatever was to come.
While you were feeling brave tonight, you were only human. As you approached the exit, you realized you desperately wanted a moment alone to freshen up, check yourself over and give yourself a pep talk for what you were about to do. For what you were hoping they were going to do to you.
“Do you mind if I go to the washroom quickly before we leave?” You ask, the words rushing out of you, practically having to shout to be heard over the pop song blaring over the speakers.
Jack looks back at you, taking in your slightly wide eyes amusedly, before letting go of your hand and gesturing to the washrooms down a small hallway, stopping at the mouth of it, Robby coming to stand beside him.
Shimmying slightly as you pulled the scrap of fabric that was passing as your skirt over your ass, you gave Jack and Robby a dazzling smile and promised to be right back.
The look they shared after watching you saunter away from them, your ass shaking seemingly purposefully with each step, led to where you are right now.
You’d maybe taken a bit too long. Perhaps a suspicious amount of time in the single stalled washroom, fixing up your makeup, your hair, and trying not to freak out with what was being offered to you on two very hot, very silver platters.
In fact, you have no idea how much time has passed before you hear a knock at the door, just barely audible over the thumping of the music outside. You freeze in the middle of your muttered speech to yourself.
“Sweetheart? You alive in there?” You hear a voice ask through the wood, a mix of curiosity and humour in his voice.
You feel your cheeks flush, all of a sudden self-conscious for how long you’d been preening, and, well, panicking.
You turn from the mirror quickly, throwing your perfume back in your purse after having just reapplied it, and scrambled for the door. When you throw it open with a sheepish smile, you nearly freeze in your spot, the music immediately swelling into the space and contributing to the nearly suffocating feeling in your chest.
Both Jack and Robby were leaning in the doorway, once again, blocking you in with their overwhelming presence. Jack had that cocky smile on his face again, his head tilted as he looked you over appreciatively. Robby on the other hand, had his arms across his chest, scratching at his beard and staring at you with dark eyes.
“Thought maybe you were gonna run away, but you were just in here making yourself all pretty for us, weren’t you?” Robby asked, that same wolfish smile you’d caught a glimpse of reappearing on his face.
“You’re gorgeous, baby.” He murmured, taking a step into the washroom, his hulking frame once again crowding yours.
He walked you backwards until your back hit a cool brick wall behind you, both hands coming up to cradle the sides of your face, saving you from smacking your head into the brick behind you and pulling you into a breath-stealing kiss.
Robby groans at the contact of your soft, plush lips, mouth moving feverishly against yours, his large frame pressing into you, your nerves alight and head dizzy. With Robby’s tongue licking possessively into your mouth, you barely realize the door has been closed, the music immediately lowering to a steady thumping, nearly matching the pace of your heart.
You gasp into the kiss, melting into Robby’s large frame as you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you, your mouths meeting desperately.
“Hey, quit hogging her.” Jack rasps, his voice low and dragging on something raw.
You’d almost forgotten that there was another person here while Robby was kissing you like this. Robby pulled back from your lips with a satisfied smile, giving you one more languid kiss before he spun the two of you around so that you were standing in the middle of the cramped space, Robby now leaning on the wall.
Robby took one of your hands in his, giving it a soft kiss, and spun you around in a lazy circle in front of him, grabbing your hips and dragging you back against his broad chest.
His lips kiss at the side of your neck, stopping to lick and nibble at the pulse point. Stubble scratches your skin softly, and you let out a dreamy sigh at the feeling, heat rising in your core at the warm, pleasant feeling of his lips on your skin.
“She likes it when you do that, Robby.” Jack said quietly, hazel eyes sweeping across your face. “She gets a starry look in her eyes with your mouth on her.”
You feel your face flush under Jack’s scrutiny, his observations bordering on clinical as he watches your chest heave and eyes glaze over at Robby’s touch.
Robby chuckled, continuing his languid assault on your neck, taking his time as he mapped out your flesh with his tongue. You feel your breath hitch when one of his large palms skates up the side of your torso, reaching up and squeezing at both of your breasts through your dress.
You lift your hazy gaze to Jack, seeing that he was seemingly content to stand and watch you for now.
Robby’s hands were palming your tits more roughly now, his kisses on your neck gaining heat, licking up the side of your neck sloppily, the whiskers of his beard scraping your soft skin. He grabbed the neckline of your dress and pulled down, the spaghetti straps falling down your shoulders easily, your tits spilling out the top with a gasp.
“Driving us crazy with this dress, Red.” Robby exhaled from behind you, a hand running across your chest and fingers at your nipples roughly, your own arms coming up to grasp his to anchor yourself.
“Glad you like it.” You breathed a laugh, leaning back against Robby’s broad chest, staring at Jack, a soft challenge in your eyes.
In response, Robby returns his hand to your hips, rolling his hips into yours, his erection already straining at the denim he was wearing. Your skirt was short enough that you could feel the roughness of the fabric practically rubbing at your panties, making you let out a weak sigh.
“Oh I like it,” Jack murmured in affirmation across from you, standing from his current spot, taking a few steps towards you, and stopping a few inches away. “You look fucking sinful in it.”
You gave a shy smile in response, looking through your eyelashes at Jack and pushing your chest towards him. He let out a scoffing laugh and closed the distance between you, crowding you and effectively sandwiching you between the two men, grabbing your hand and guiding it to the rapidly growing tent in his jeans.
Robby’s slow, methodical kisses had grown more passionate, licking, sucking and biting at your neck, sure to leave bruises in the morning. He continued to rock his hips against yours, one large hand anchoring your hips exactly where he wanted them, the other holding your tit in his hand, pinching and pulling at your nipple.
You were panting now, Robby’s hands on your body, Jack’s intense focus on you and their overwhelming presence nearly short-circuiting you.
They’d barely touched you yet, but you were hot all over, pussy surely drooling in your skimpy underwear, a pulsing already in your veins. Your mouth was open in a soft ‘o’, your exhales coming in breathy pants as Jack leaned down to kiss you.
His mouth slotted over yours hungrily, tongue licking at your mouth and eating up the soft sounds you were making. He lifted one hand to tangle in your hair messily, dragging you deeper into the kiss, Robby’s heavy breaths and touch a steady buzz low in your veins.
His other hand reached up to your breast, massaging it for a moment before pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers, as he licks up the wanton mewls you were letting out now. When he finally pulls back from you, his eyes are dark, and his lips shiny with spit.
“You’re fucking perfect, baby.” Jack mumbled against your lips, kissing you again deeply, hot and wet and promising.
His hand leaves your breast to skate down your tummy, his fingers quickly finding the hem of your dress, and accidentally brushes your molten hot core roughly, causing you to jump. The dress is a lot shorter than he thought.
Jack lets out a curse below his breath, his head shaking as he kisses you furiously. When his fingers started rubbing back and forth along your clothed sex, you let out a mewling whine, leaning further into Robby.
“Lift your leg up, pretty girl.” Robby said gruffly from behind you, his mouth leaving your neck with a wet pop. “Open up for us.”
His large hand on your hip moving to lift your thigh, placing your foot on the lid of the closed toilet seat, giving Jack much easier access to you.
He skated his finger along the seam of your clothed cunt a few more times before pulling your underwear to the side and running his fingers along your bare sex, lighting your nerve endings on fire.
“She’s fucking wet, man.” Jack said, his chest nearly pressed up against yours, crowding your space and pressing you further into Robby, further into the hard-on currently pressed against your ass.
You bucked your hips forward in response, pushing yourself closer to Jack, his fingers spreading your slick across your cunt and sinking two fingers in, knuckle deep without warning. The unexpected intrusion makes you keen, a high, wanting sound leaving you as you clench around him. Jack pumped his thick digits a few times experimentally, taking the breath right out of you with each crook of his fingers.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re practically soaking my hand.” Jack growled, dropping to his knees on the grimy tiled bathroom floor, hooking his arm around your raised thigh and dragging your pussy to his mouth.
There’s no preamble to it as he licks up and down your slit a few times, pressing firm and spreading his tongue to your center before focusing his attention on your clit, sucking loudly. You leaned your head back against Robby’s shoulder, eyes scrunched shut and mouth open in a pant, fire licking at your bones as Jack kisses you, pumping his fingers in deep.
Robby chuckled, the sound reverberating in your chest, his hands kneading at your chest languidly, your hands gripping his forearms with an iron grip of your own.
“God you look good getting your pussy eaten.” Robby groaned, low in your ear. “So soft, so pretty. Such a good girl.”
Your eyes pop open as you moan at this, staring at the ceiling unseeingly. The words go directly to your core, your cunt fluttering around Jack’s fingers with the praise, his lips pressing soft, wet kisses to your most intimate parts.
“Fuck she liked that.” Jack rasped from below, his voice sounding wrecked. “Her pussy’s clenching around my fingers right now.”
“You like being called a good girl?” Robby asked you, his voice low and intense next to your ear.
One of his hands grasped your chin, turning your face towards his, dark brown eyes meeting your own bleary eyes. You nod at him, mouth open, a fire starting to build in your belly, stoked by their actions, their words, their intensity.
“Yeah you do,” Robby groaned, rutting his hips against your ass, moving in time with the rhythm you were chasing with your own hips. “Want you to show me how good you look cumming in his mouth, baby. Be good for us, yeah?”
“F-fuck, Robby- Jack-” You cry, your hand flying to the back of Jack’s head, fingers winding into the silver curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m close, I’m gonna-” You whined, grinding your hips desperately in time with his kisses and fingers. Jack moans against your pussy at this, latching his lips around your clit and sucking, fingers curling deep and fast.
“Come on, baby. Cum for us.”
The heat burning in your veins, their closeness, them - everything rushed into a peak at once, the pleasure snapping and ricocheting through your body.
You let out a low moan, closing your eyes as your orgasm pulses through you in waves, clenching rhythmically around Jack’s fingers and rutting your hips against his face. Jack fucks you through it, letting out a moan of his own as you cum on his expert hands and tongue. He only slows his assault on your sex when you start to shift away from his fingers, overstimulated and hot.
“That was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Robby breathed, leaning down and capturing you in another searing kiss, his own hips having slowed their rhythm. You can still feel his thick erection grinding at your ass.
Robby captures you in a kiss that is all teeth, passion and panting mouths, groaning into your mouth as you lean into him fully, going pliant after the orgasm they’d just pulled out of you.
Jack chuckled, replacing your underwear giving your now clothed sex a kiss. You jolt at the feeling, letting out a shaky laugh as he moved your leg off the toilet seat, wiping at his face with the back of his forearm as he rose from his position on the floor.
Jack rises to his full height, giving you that same cocky smirk, amusement glinting dark in his eyes. He leans in and gives you a slow, deep kiss, tangling his tongue with yours, massaging and soothing.
You feel Robby’s hands rise from your waist, pulling the top of your dress and covering you up, skating the spaghetti straps over your shoulder as Jack kisses you blind.
When you pull back for air, Jack’s thumb reaches up to caress your swollen, spit-slicked bottom lip. Giving you a considering once-over, staring at your bruise flesh and heaving chest.
"You're gonna want to wear Robby's jacket home sweetheart." Jack breathed, diving back in to kiss you again.
@onanistblood i promise More is coming, this just came out first !!!
and What If i said i was counting down the minutes at work so that I can finish my rabbot fic …. what if i said that it’s nearly 5K and we haven’t even gotten spicy yet …. 👀👀👀
tags: Jack Abbot x Reader, smut, P w the ghost of a P, unprotected piv, handcuffs (practically forgotten about, whoops), thigh riding, spanking, degradation, praise, denial, mean!dom Jack, and then soft!dom Jack, this got away from me oh boy
It was Jack, initially, that had brought up the idea of handcuffs.
You were game to try most things with Jack, happy to test out new and exciting things with your lover. You wouldn’t lie though, you were a bit disappointed at the idea of not being able to touch him whenever you wanted. You liked to touch, to taste. Savour every feeling and sound that ground its way out.
After he fucked you through your mattress with your wrists pinned above your head, huffing promises of I’ll take care of you, I’ll make it so good, you’re such a good pretty little thing, you realized you were rather willing to try it out.
For whatever reservations you had, the idea of being completely restrained made a thrill run up your spine, nerves already on red alert. Quite frankly, whenever Jack did anything you were game, each interaction leaving you a blushing mess. At this point it was starting to get embarrassing.
This probably isn’t what he had intended.
“Fuck- if you don’t let me out of these fuckin-” Jack practically snarled, his voice low and gravelly.
His shoulders pitched forward a bit, his entire frame leaning towards you and away from the chair he’s currently cuffed to. You sat in front of him, on your soft bed, watching with your head tilted as he seemingly tried to break out of them.
You had suggested going to a sex shop and finding a fluffy pair there, but no, Jack Abbot, in all of his dangerous hobbies, magically had a real pair laying around somewhere.
Bet he regrets that now.
You had distracted him - played dirty if you will. You had sat him down in the chair in the corner of your room and promised to make him feel good. You did, taking him slow and deep into your mouth, his hands fisting in your hair and watching as you sucked his cock.
Maybe part of the reason you were able to take him by surprise the way you did was because he didn’t think you had it in you. Up to this point, you’d been more than soft and pliant with him. If you were to get in trouble, it was often your sharp tongue.
Somehow, someway, you had distracted him enough to cuff his hands behind his back, the handcuffs themselves looping through the arm of the chair.
“Baby” Jack muttered, pulling you out of your reverie. “You’re killing me here. Let me out.”
Drawing a deep breath, you smile tentatively at him and shake your head disjointedly, your own heartbeat thudding in your ears.
“Not yet,” You nearly whisper, your voice filled with air. Staring at him through your lashes, you continue your movements, rocking your fingers in and out of yourself at an achingly slow pace, your core already on fire.
Jack breathes low and slow, eyes locked on you, as his chest and arms flexed as he pulled against his restraints.
You let your eyelids flutter shut, your other hand coming up to your breast and kneading it in your hand softly eliciting your own muted gasp. You can tell that his gaze dropped back to your hands - watching you roam over your own body - from the swear he lets out, the telltale clink of his cuffs shuffling with each movement he makes.
You’d been working yourself over since getting him cuffed, hands roaming over your soft skin and supple curves under his intense, lust-blown gaze.
Fingers just barely brushing a spot inside you that made you gasp, your eyes pop open again, breath hitching in your throat at the view in front of you. Jack’s expression was wrecked his mouth open in a soft pant, eyes locked on your core as he watched you slowly fuck yourself open on your fingers.
“Oh fuck,” Jack groaned low, eyes flicking up meet yours before before focusing on your dripping cunt again, watching it greedily swallow your fingers. You felt like your blood was nearly boiling. “Did that feel good, pretty girl?”
Nodding shakily, you push your fingers in as deep as you can again, trying and failing spectacularly to reach that same spot inside you, mewling in disappointment when you fail.
“Want to feel good baby? Is that it?” He asked, voice now lethal in its intensity. Nodding again, you start to move your fingers a bit quicker, driving them into yourself with more force and making your toes curl in the process.
“Use your thumb. Across your clit. Come on.” He commanded, his erection was painfully neglected, hard and long, the head of his dick shiny with precum and your spit. You’re sure that had to be bordering on painful and thought absentmindedly that you were gonna have to take care of that later.
Nerve endings on fire, your entire body strung tight and begging for release already, you swipe your thumb over your clit, the jolt of pleasure making your legs jump in place. Gasping, you do it again, still trying to drive your fingers deeper, deeper still, trying to hit your g-spot again.
“Not enough, baby?” Jack groaned quietly, his own chest heaving with the effort to take in breath.
Jesus. When did it get this hot? Your own lungs on fire, you drew in another tight breath, feeling like you were drowning, the air muggy and tense and hot. So so fucking hot.
“Not the same as your fingers Jack.” You respond breathily. “Not big enough.”
“Baby - oh fuck - let me out and I’ll reach all the spots you can’t, yeah?” He husks, his voice dripping syrupy sweet like honey. Pulse rushing in your own ears, you nod tentatively, withdrawing your fingers, the slick that covered your cunt and thighs glistening on your own fingers.
Standing up unsteadily, you take the few steps towards him on shaky legs, feeling his white-hot gaze resting on your entirely naked form. Placing your hands on his shoulders delicately, your slick staining your fingers, you lower yourself into his lap.
“You gonna play nice if I let you out?” You ask breathily, speaking against Jack’s lips as you lean in to kiss him. He meets your lips in a clash of teeth and desperation, licking, biting and kissing you.
“Oh, like you have?” Jack asks with a strained laugh, moving to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck as you shuffle in his lap, rolling your hips until you are rocking your slit back and forth against his cock. Jack’s laugh dies with a groan that rumbles from deep in his chest.
“Oh I think I’m playing very nice right now,” You respond with an airy laugh, your breath catching when the head of his dick rubs up against your clit. You reach down with your hand and pump him a few times, squeezing the head of his cock just to get a reaction.
The breath that wheezes out of him sounds like it was ripped from somewhere deep and dark. Jack stared at you, his gaze dark and hungry. His next sentence leaves him in a near growl.
“Will you please take the fucking cuffs off baby.”
He leans forward, crowding you on his lap with his broad chest, causing you to tighten your grip around his shoulders. His arms are bulging at his sides, the muscles straining against his restraints behind him. You don’t get the opportunity to respond before he kisses you breathless, all tongue, and heat and wetness. Jack licks into your mouth, lips moving against yours, his freckled chest pressed up against yours, brushing against your nipples and driving you nearly mad.
When you pull back for air, Jack continues his ministrations on your jaw, leaving hot wet kisses across your skin, leading down your neck, laving you in his attention.
You exhale a shaky laugh, your hand reaching from his shoulder to the dresser beside you, shaky fingers reaching for the silver key. Jack doesn’t let up his assault on your skin, licking and kissing his way back up your neck to stop to nibble your ear.
“Since you asked me so nicely.” You smiled cheekily in response, your breaths still heaving in your chest.
With the key in hand, you shifted on his lap to lean past Jack’s broad frame, straddling one thigh instead of his whole lap. Fuck, he was big. With the change in your position, you were able to innocently brush your naked core against the strong muscle of his thigh. The friction on your clit made your breath catch, your reach faltering for a moment before reaching around to the silver cuffs around Jack’s wrists, who had gone entirely still underneath you. His hands were fisted, his knuckles starting to turn white.
The moment before you turn the key in the lock of his right hand, you feel a bubble of … fear? Anticipation? You weren’t sure why, but you could feel nerves zipping along your skin at the thought of what Jack would do once he had his hands free.
“Thank you, baby.” He coos, his voice scraping rough and low in your ear.
You decided you wanted to find out. You turned the key, a small click sounding it’s release the only sound other than your combined heavy breaths.
Before you can move, breathe, or even think to unlock his left hand, Jack’s hands surge from behind him, anchoring themselves on your hips and pulling you down harshly until your core once again rests against his muscled thigh, the pressure unbearable, but not enough at the same time. You can feel the cool metal of the handcuffs dangling at your side, goosebumps rising on your skin in response.
You suck in a surprised breath, eyes widening as you meet Jack’s gaze, your hands now back on his shoulders. Gone was the controlled, desperate desire you saw, instead replaced by a ferocity and a mean curl to the smirk on his lips.
“I don’t think you were very nice at all.” Jack rasps out, his brows pulled low over his eyes. “I think you were being fuckin mean.”
You open your mouth to respond, but your quick retort dies on your lips as Jack rocks you back and forth across his thick thigh, grinding your pussy against the muscle. You can feel how wet you are, your slick spreading across his freckled thigh, your core clenching emptily and cheeks warming at the feeling. Desire burned low and thick in your belly.
“And now, I think it’s my turn.”
Jack squeezes your hips once, tenses the muscle under you, and grinds your core harder against his leg, picking up the pace as you feel your pussy clench and drip all over him, your clit buzzing with the friction.
“J-Jack-” You start, your face warm and lids low over your eyes as you meet his burning gaze.
“What? Think I didn’t notice you grinding your pretty pussy against me earlier? Like I’m not gonna do it again until you wanna cum all over my thigh?”
The breath goes out of you at this, your pussy clenching against the hard muscle of his thick leg. His erection sat neglected, his own pleasure abandoned to put his focus entirely on you.
“I felt that.” Jack smirked at you, before returning to his earlier assault on your neck.
The kisses were rougher this time, licking and biting across your skin, sucking bruises into your collarbone and upper chest, wherever he could reach from his current position. The bites are sharp, his breath rough against your skin, spit-slicked and hot.
You hold the back of Jack’s head, fingers tangling through the salt and pepper strands at the nape of his neck. Your mouth is open in a soft ‘o’, your breath hitching as heat continues to build in your core. The heat of the moment, the idea of you grinding against his thigh wantonly, makes the beginnings of your climax start to lick at your spine.
Jack leaned back from you for a moment, staring you down with an arched eyebrow in mock disapproval as his hands continued to work you over his lap, the cool chain of the cuffs sliding against your soft skin.
“You’re making such a fucking mess baby.” he chuckled, gravelly and low. “I can feel how warm you are, your pussy is fucking drooling all over me. So dirty, baby. I should make you clean it up.”
You give a hummed moan in response, grinding your hips back and forth desperately, in time with his hands. You lift your gaze to his, the hazy feeling of your orgasm buzzing deep in your bones. You can feel it growing, burning hot and low, desperate for release.
“What?” He cooed mockingly, his gaze dark with lust. “You close pretty girl? You gonna cum just like this?”
“Mhmm,” You nod quickly, your eyes starting to droop, head tilting back as you feel the waves of pleasure starting to rise.
“Too bad.” Jack said flippantly from below you, his iron grip on your hips stopping you in your place. Your eyes pop open from above, snapping your gaze down to him in confusion as he stares up at you with one brow raised. You feel your pussy pulse a few times, the pleasure that was starting to boil now fading away, instead simmering deep.
“Wha?” You ask disorientedly, your hips trying to buck against him a few times, useless against the strength of his grip.
“I said too bad.” Jack said, his tone dark and playful.
Your brows furrow low over your eyes, mouth turning down in a frown as you meet his gaze again. You were close and you wanted it so badly. You wanted him to give it to you.
“But Jack-”
“Don’t whine.” He cut you off shortly, a frown crinkling his brow. “You lock me up, torture me, and then want me to make you cum in my lap? Fat chance baby.”
At this, your frown deepens, and you scoff slightly. You push on his shoulders as if to get out of his lap, worked up enough that you intended to now finish this yourself if you had to. Jack did not let up on his grip at all, and feeling you try to get out of his lap, he scoffs himself, dragging you towards him so that you’re now chest to chest in the chair.
“And where do you think you’re going?” He asks incredulously.
“To take care of myself if you won’t.” You answer petulantly, pushing at his shoulders once again, trying and failing to get up from his lap, your pussy still pulsing from your ruined orgasm.
Jack swore underneath his breath, shaking his head disbelievingly at you.
“You are such a brat sometimes.”
Opening your mouth to protest this, Jack swept you into one of his arms, shifting forward in the chair, before essentially tackling you to the floor. You dropped onto your bottom, while he fell a little more gracefully overtop of you with an uncoordinated humph.
“Hey!” You protested to, well, all of it.
Jack shifted onto his knees in front of you, climbing over top of you quickly and caged you in with his arms. He dropped his hips low, grinding up against your core again, your legs coming to rest quickly around his hips, yours grinding against him in tandem.
“Impatient, dirty, little brat. Can’t believe you’d use my own gear on me.” He rasped in your ear, your own lips turning to kiss his neck, tasting the sweat and salt on his skin for a moment before he pulled back from you, the weight of him leaving your chest. “And on top of it all, you were mean.”
You lean up to protest, following him as he withdraws from overtop of you. You were desperate for a kiss, a touch, something from him, but are met with his right hand, free of the cuffs, pushing you to lay back down. You looked up at him, resting on your elbows, as he stares you down from between your legs, your kiss-swollen lips, soft, slick skin and glassy, open eyes.
You feel your cheeks darken as he stares down at your center, dark and weeping and empty. Jack skates his hand down from your chest, resting on your mound solidly, thumb brushing through your soft curls and barely brushing where you need him most. He was finally gonna take care of you.
You take in a soft breath in, anticipating his touch, when instead you are met with a slap to your inner thigh, inches away from your core, making you clench.
You yelp at the touch, skin stinging where it had landed. Your breath catches on the next inhale as Jack slaps your other thigh in the exact same spot, your pussy clenching again, legs drawing together but stopped by Jack’s broad shoulders. The sensitive skin of your inner thighs is burning with the hits, the fire burning in your belly growing hotter.
“Fuck. You liked that.” Jack rasped brokenly from above you, still staring at your weeping sex.
Two more sharp slaps are delivered, one on each thigh, this time, much closer to your pussy. You nearly sit straight up this time, gasping as each hit lands, your skin burning, stinging and pulsing with red hot desire. Your mouth is open in a pant, staring at him, chest heaving.
Jack looks up at you for a second, giving you a wolfish grin, before landing his next slap directly on your pussy. A bright stinging pain pulses across your core, a broken moan leaving your lips, the pain and pleasure of it making you clench around nothing.
Jack swore under his breath again, his voice low and growly as he watched you react, his gaze now directly on your face, intense, dark, and nearly feral with lust.
Jack delivered two more spanks on your pussy in quick succession, the pain and pleasure burning brighter with each slap. You keen high at this, breaking off in a half-moan half-sob, your voice filled with air.
“Jack,” you cry, hips shifting beneath him, squirming under his rough touch.
Jack leaned down for a moment and gave a soft kiss to your lower belly, running his fingers lightly along your weeping slit, still pulsing from the last slap he gave it.
“You are without a doubt, the prettiest thing I have ever seen.” Jack groaned against your skin, kissing down your belly, until he placed one soft, wet and slow kiss against your clit. You moan openly at this, your mouth falling open at the same time as your legs.
You’re hot all over, desire wrapped around your entire being, wanting desperately for Jack to give you more, to quench this fire that was burning you alive.
Jack lifted his face away from you once more, looking up at you from between your thighs. You can see your slick on his chin already, having barely paid attention to your core yet. It would probably embarrass you, if you weren’t so turned on you thought you might die.
“So,” slap, “fucking,” slap, “pretty.” slap.
Three quick spanks are delivered to your sensitive core, emphasizing each of his words, the heavy stinging making tears jump into your eyes, your knees attempting to close as Jack holds you open to him. You might actually be crying at this point, your breath heaving, blood at a near boiling point.
You choke out some sort of needy sob that Jack practically coos in response to, shifting his weight to one arm and answering your cry with returning his soft wet mouth to your abused core.
“You gonna be nice now?” He asked huskily, eyebrows still raised cockily as he met your teary gaze. You nodded hurriedly, desperate for relief, desperate for him to do something more, something nice, something to you.
“Good,” He hummed with a smile before kissing you.
Jack practically makes out with your pussy - giving soft kisses and licks, replacing the sharp pain with a warm pleasure. You’re hyperventilating at this point, your breaths coming in little gasps, occasionally moaning out his name. You watch as he closes his eyes, kisses and licks and sucks at your clit softly, wetly, and moans into you.
The fire from earlier, one that had been stoked and building slowly since you had clasped the cuffs behind his backs begins to lick at your belly again. You reached out one hand to clasp the hair at the back of his head, leaning on one elbow, and pulled at the roots of his silver strands.
Jack moans into you at this, now using his tongue to fuck into you rhythmically, your hips now rocking against his face. You feel your orgasm once again approaching, building into something deeper, hotter and more relentless than before.
“Oh.” You say quietly, mouth still hanging open, brows furrowed. “Oh, baby, please-” You start to say, your request getting lost somewhere along the way when Jack’s eyes met yours. They burned brightly from where he was settled, trapping you in the intensity of his gaze.
He barely pulled away from your core before grumbling low, his lips moving against yours. “Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.”
Jack dove back into his task, his attention increased tenfold, mouth moving messily and greedily across your cunt as your thoughts began to unravel. He sucks at your clit, eyes still locked on yours, pupils blown wide with lust as you roll your hips against his face. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he finally pushes two thick fingers deep inside of you, rocking them in time with your hips.
The heat, the soft kiss of his lips, his fingers hitting deep and the feeling of him groaning against your weeping sex was all too much - the pleasure building until you could feel it buzzing and zipping along your nerves finally crashed into you.
Your orgasm hit you like a train, taking your breath away entirely as it finally washed over you, your toes curling with the intensity. You choked out a sob of Jack’s name, your grip tightening in his hair as your core pulsed with each wave, clenching tight around his two fingers. Jack continued to kiss and lick at you, his fingers pushing deep as it rocked through you, subsiding slowly.
When your grip finally slackens in his hair, he withdraws his fingers and slows his mouth on your core, his kisses now trailing up your belly and your chest, stopping to lave his tongue repeatedly across both of your nipples, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips at this.
He has you caged in his arms again, elbows braced on the floor next to your head, the weight of his body pressing down warm and comforting against you. You wrap your legs around his waist immediately, his thick, heavy, cock rubbing against your core, making Jack hiss as he kisses his way up to you.
His kisses deepen as they trail up your neck, before he reaches your mouth and captures you in a searing kiss. You can feel your slick on his face, salty and musky as he pushes his tongue in your mouth and claims you with his.
When Jack finally pulls back slowly, you open your eyes blearily, blinking up at him and chasing his lips with your own.
“You okay?” He whispered against your lips, giving you a few softer, deeper kisses. His pupils were still blown with lust, but you could see the concern in his gaze, the worry that maybe he had taken things too far.
You let out a soft laugh, the sound breathy and high.
“Yeah baby, I’m good.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another deep, hot kiss. “I’m more than good.”
“Mmm,” Jack hummed low, leaning down to kiss your neck. “Good. My good girl.” He said, his hips grinding against yours, his cock jumping at the feeling of your wet, weeping core. Your breath catches in your chest at his motions, brows pulled high, your kiss-swollen lips parting on a pant.
“Baby please, I want you.” You whisper against his lips, rocking your hips with his. “I want you to fuck me. I want to make you feel good.” You release your grip on his neck, instead reaching between you two and wrapping your hand around his angry, weeping cock, and notch it at your entrance.
Jack’s mouth drops open in a groan above you, his hips rocking forward slowly as he sinks himself into your core. His head dropped into the crook of your neck as he rocked his hips shallowly. He was big, long and thick, and had to work himself inside you slowly, for both your sakes.
As he finally seats himself inside you, your breath punches out of you in a wheeze, the feeling of him hitting deep and hot in your belly. The pleasure that had crashed into you at near lightspeed earlier begins to rumble once again as you stretch and squeeze around his dick.
“Sweetheart,” He pants against your skin, kissing your collarbone. “You feel fucking perfect.”
Your hands are wrapped around his shoulders once again, reaching up to tug at the back of his hair, pulling his face towards you as he starts to rock his hips back and forth against yours, dragging deep and hot inside of you.
Your mouths collide in a flurry, each kiss desperate and full of desire as Jack’s hips find their rhythm, your own hips rising to meet his thrusts. Jack pants against your mouth, licking at your lips as rising moans escape you, his cock hitting deep and hard against your g-spot.
“Fuck baby,” You gasp, eyes flying open, meeting his immediately. “Fuck right there, right there-” You repeat breathily as his hips snap against yours, your fingernails digging into his freckled shoulder. Jack breathes a laugh that breaks off into a moan into your mouth, rocking back and forth against you with mounting desperation.
“Yeah?” Jack asks, his voice wrecked and raw, rising on one of his hands, leaning away from your torso a tad before grabbing the back of your neck with his other hand.
“Right there?” He asks, making you stare down at where he thrust into you, your pussy wet and practically sucking his cock in as his hips pistoned back and forth. Your eyes really do roll back in your head at this, your second orgasm of the night approaching with an intensity that was making your eyes water anew.
“So fucking good baby,” he rasped, staring you down with an intense gaze, his pupils blown. “Feel so fucking good, taking it so fucking good. Gonna cum deep inside this pretty pussy.”
“Jack, jack, jack, yes, please, please-” You start nearly chanting as the pleasure reaches a fever pitch once again, your climax ripping hard and blinding through you at his words.
You moan low and chokingly, pussy spasming around his cock hard as pleasure licks at you like fire, the waves of it rolling hard and fast. Jack swallows up your moans with his own mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy pulsing repeatedly.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s it.” Jack groaned, his hips slamming into yours, the rhythm starting to falter as his own orgasm approached.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him through your glassy eyes, his brow drawn low over intense eyes, his mouth dropped open against yours and letting out growling, raspy pants as his hips pump a few more times before slamming into you for a final time, letting out a gasping low moan as he came deep inside of you.
Your foreheads knock against each other clumsily as you both come down from your respective highs, breaths panting into each other's mouths. You close your eyes and lay your head back on the floor, lips stretching into a lazy smile, a giddy laugh bubbling out of you, still a little breathless.
“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” Jack asked, leaning down and kissing at the corners of your smile. His low voice was curious, his own smile present in his tone.
“You tackled me.” You giggled, eyes popping open and meeting Jack’s soft gaze. “And then you fucked me on the floor. When we have a perfectly good bed right there.” You laughed again, hands now playing with his hair, running your fingers through their soft curls.
“Hmm.” Jack chuckled back, tilting his head as he looked down at you. “I couldn’t wait.” He said with a shrug, his own smile breaking out, leaning forward to give you a deep, slow kiss, each laugh that bubbled out of you swallowed whole.
He gave you a few more deep kisses, pulling out of you slowly as he did so, your core aching at his loss. He turned you both on your sides, laying beside you on the carpeted floor, your legs tangling together.
“I can’t believe you tricked me. You’re a wicked woman.” He whispered to you.
“Speaking of which,” he continued, holding his left arm in front of you, the handcuffs dangling from his wrist. “Do you know where the key might be?”
You laugh harder at this, your hand slapping to your mouth as a disbelieving, wild giggle bubbled up out of you.
“Oh my god. I have no idea.”
“I figured. Either we find it, or I have to call one of my SWAT buddies for their keys, and I’m not doing that.”
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tags: Jack Abbot x Reader, age gap, smut, PWP, unprotected sex in uhm both spots
You had always thought that older men would be a bit slower in the bedroom.
Softer, sweeter, more vanilla. That maybe you’d have fewer fucks, or even help from a little blue pill if required. You didn’t mind - you knew it came with the territory. You liked older men. You liked your older man, and were happy with whatever you would get.
You weren’t expecting this.
You were on your knees on his bed, your face pushed into the pillows as you practically sob into them. Jack’s strong hands moved you as he pleased, one hand gripping your hip, the other pushing down between your shoulder blades and holding you against the mattress. The pillows did little to quiet you as Jack worked his cock in and out of you, slow and harsh.
You had lost your presence of mind somewhere around the second orgasm, pulled out of you with his mouth and fingers. You practically lost your grip on reality when he asked if he could fuck you in your ass.
“Fuuuck baby you’re tight.” Jack growled from above you, sawing his dick back and forth faster, finding out just how much you could take.
“You look fucking good like this.” He ground out, his large hand landing on your ass cheek with a loud crack. “So pretty I could take a picture.”
You gasped as his hand collided with you, lifting your head from the pillows as much as you could and craning your neck to look at him. You gaped up at him, breathy whines leaving you in time with his thrusts.
You knew Jack was well endowed, but he felt huge right now. He had spent time prepping you, stretching your tight hole slowly, murmuring sweet words against your hip the whole time. The first few minutes were uncomfortable, but had morphed into something hot, deep and aching in you.
“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Jack breathed as you made eye contact with him, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to the bedsheets below.
You must look a mess right now, eyes glassy, hair in snarls, fucked dumb. Your mouth was open in a soft ‘o’, your breaths punching out as Jack’s hips collided with yours. You could feel that familiar fire building in your belly again, licking up your spine.
“Jaaack,” You whined, pushing back against his hips as best you could while being pressed into the mattress. You wanted more.
“What is it baby?” Jack chuckled, pressing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along your spine. Electricity followed their path, zipping across your skin and lighting your nerves on fire.
“What do you need?” Jack purred, leaning overtop of you, breathing into your ear and peppering kisses along your cheek.
With the position shift, Jack’s hips grind up against yours, bullying his cock deeper inside you. You gasped at the feeling, your hips rocketing away and back - not sure if you were running from the pleasure or chasing it.
“More.” You whimpered, pitifully.
You tried to seek out his lips with your own, but Jack drew back at your request, his hand releasing its hold on your upper back. You nearly choke at his absence after being nearly swallowed whole by his presence. Your hands scramble at the sheets to push your upper body up, to chase him wherever he’s decided to run off to.
This action is met with a hard crack to your ass, the flesh stinging where his hit lands. Jack pulls out of you slowly and carefully, a sharp hiss leaving him as he does it. The warm, full feeling you were growing obsessed with now replaced by an aching emptiness.
Before you can protest, Jack flips you over, laying you out on your back. Your chest heaves as you stare up at him, his silver curls mussed, cheeks red and eyes dark with lust.
“Calm down baby,” Jack muttered, re-situating himself between your legs, staring down at your weeping sex. “Just giving you what you asked for.”
He slaps his dick against your neglected pussy a few times, groaning when it makes you gasp and twitch. He uses your slick to pump himself a few times, staring at your gaping holes.
“So wet for me,” He whispers, his voice like gravel. You shiver when you feel his thumb run down the seam of your pussy lightly. “Think she’s jealous?”
Before you can even think of what to say, Jack is sliding back into your tight hole, your pussy pulsing above it, empty and wanting. Your heavy lids slide shut as he pushes forward, bottoming out as his hips meet yours. You take a shaky breath as you try to re-acquaint yourself with the feeling. WIth how big he is.
Your eyes fly open as Jack’s thumb slides along your slit again lightly, as he starts to rock his hips back and forth again.
You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. He towers over you, his broad freckled chest covered in a sheen of sweat, left arming circling around your thigh and helping him rock you against him. His right fingers slowly run up and down your pussy, spreading your wetness anew. His brows are furrowed, pupils blown with lust as his gaze sweeps over you - your kiss-swollen lips, soft eyes, and tits bouncing softly.
“Need more, pretty girl?” He asked breathlessly, his hips snapping at a steady pace.
You nodded dumbly, hands gripping at the sheets at your side, eyes locked to his. You could feel fire lapping at your core, lightning at your nerves. You have a fleeting thought that he might actually fuck you dumb.
“Mm greedy,” He let out a laugh, hand abandoning your pussy to push on your chest, encouraging you to lay down flat again.
“My pretty, greedy girl.” He ground out, hand returning to your pussy once again.
This time, instead of soft pets, he slips two thick fingers inside of you, hooking up and pressing deep against something sensitive. He matches the punishing rhythm of his hips, working them in and out of you.
You let out a wet, strangled gasp when he does this, the feeling of fullness increasing tenfold. Your pussy is a mess, sucking his fingers in greedily, sloppy and loud with his movements.
“Oh fuck Jack- fuck,” You wailed, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Yeah,” He breathed out, staring down at your weeping pussy, stuffed full with his fingers, your ass stuffed full with his cock. So full of him. “She missed me.”
i love the mandalorian cause its just side characters going “a mandalorian? I hear they’re the greatest warriors in the galaxy!” and then five minutes later you see din djarin get a grade three concussion
