skeevy Jack not paying Dennis as much as he'd earned from the video either, frowning at the numbers. "Sweetheart I really want to be able to help, but the views just aren't there. Maybe next time you could work a little harder?"
and what's Dennis to do but nod and take a seat on the couch again that afternoon
(there's a special extra subscription service just for Dennis fans in no time. Dennis doesn't need to know about it though. Some of their videos just get corrupted on the memory card, that's why they don't end up on the website. Good thing, too, since the ones that disappear are usually the ones he's most embarrassed about)
Ohhh the way I want to crawl into your skin for this beautiful ask anon, like I was literally shaking in excitement as I wrote this. I hope it does your ask justice.
tw: dubcon, casting couch, ass slapping, p in a, no condom, rough, power imbalance, pervy gross Jack Abbot, desperate willing to put up with anything Dennis Whitaker
âAre you sure?â The kid's voice shakes, big wet eyes staring up at him from the black leather couch.
If Jack wasn't already hard, he sure as hell would be now.
He steadies the camera in his hand, flicking his eyes to the screen to make sure he's not tilting the shot too much.
This is his favourite part, the one heâs going to watch on repeat back in his apartment. Where the kid slowly comes to terms with what he's willing to do, the amount he's willing to let himself get used, to get some cash in his pockets.
âI'm just tryin to look out for you, kid. These numbers aren't half of what they should be. Sweet little thing like you should be raking in the views.â
He reaches out, stroking along Dennis's chin, tilting his face up before he rests his thumb over the seam of the kids lips.
Watches through the screen as the kid opens up, wet hot tongue wrapping around him like he belongs there. Doesn't even need to ask, the kid already knows his place so well. A natural born slut.
âDon't worry, I know just the thing. You're ok with getting hit right?â He murmurs, voice soft and sweet like that'll hide the violence in his words.
Zooming in on the way Dennis's mouth purses, nodding as he sucks. Even though the fear on his face tells Jack otherwise. He throbs at the struggle behind those beautiful blue eyes, almost painfully hard against the cool air of the room.
He draws back, shivering at the cooling spit covering his finger, and he holds his palm out. Getting a nice wad of spit from the kid before he strokes himself. Tip to root and back in one hard pump, spreading precum and spit.
âOkay sweetheart, you know the drill, in position, just like before.â
He lazily strokes himself as he films Dennis shifting onto his knees on the cushions of the couch. Draping his chest over the back of it, pert milky little ass angled towards him.
Jack grunts, as another fat bead of precum oozes out of him as the kid reaches back and holds himself open. Hole winking dusty pink and shiny for the camera. Already nice and prepped; such a good boy.
He moves forward, letting his tip rest against the hot little hole, watching as it flutters against him.
Gets a nice close up as he breaches his way into the wet heat of the kid in one agonizing thrust. Smirking at the keen Dennis lets out, still raw and sore from earlier.
Doesn't even give him a second to get used to it, fucking into him hard, setting a brutal pace.
Punching the air out of the kidâs lungs in little uhâs, with each slam of his hips. Balls slapping lewdly against his taint.
âC'mon, we're not gonna get any views if you don't work a little harder for it, kid.â He goads, watching the way Dennis's muscles tense up each time Jack bottoms out. He can just imagine the way the kid must be biting his lip to stifle his pained groans.
But Dennis works his hips back against Jack's hammering thrusts, forcing out breathy little fake moans.
He bucks into the kid hard as he clenches down on Jack's cock. Fuck he wishes the camera could capture how good Dennis's tight hole is working him.
Getting sloppy with his rhythm, and on one particularly hard thrust, Jack nearly sends the kid right over the back of the couch. Poor kids' hands scrambling from his cheeks to grip the leather and keep himself upright.
âReady for the main event?â He coos.
And he doesn't even wait for an answer from the drooling cock stupid slut before he reels back his free hand and cracks it down with a deafening, bruising slap.
Startling a hoarse, pained shout from the kid's lips. Cheek flushing bright red in the shape of his hand within seconds.
Jiggling the cheek while he keeps up his punishing pace, watching it bounce before he slaps Dennis's ass again.
Slowly gets lost to the feel of the kid squeezing tight around him with every hit. Deaf to the wet blubbering sobs that pour out of Dennis till heâs wrung out, reduced to hitching constant whimpers.
His cheek is neon livid red, dotted with spots of burst vessels over his swollen cheek, and Jack grabs it hard. Fingers digging meanly into the fat of him, hips stuttering as Dennis buries his face into the leather, biting down as he spasms wildly around Jack's pistoning cock.
With a harsh grunt Jack pulls out, stripping his cock until heâs painting the kidâs red ass with ropes of pearly white. Jerking hard to get the last few drops of cum out of him, digging his slit into the hot plush of Dennisâs ass to wipe away the mess on his cock.
He pants, chest heaving as he comes back to himself. Zooming in on Dennisâs soft small dick where it hangs useless between his thighs, reaching down to flick the tip, watching the kids balls draw up in pain. Mouth still stuffed by leather as he cries out.
He shuts the camera off, quickly palming and pocketing the sd card for later use. Before he turns it back on, swearing softly to himself as lets Den in on his âdiscoveryâ.
Barely hiding his smile as he groans, âShit, I forgot to put in an sd cardâŠâ
âWh-â Dennis blinks, letting himself crumple to his side on the couch. Uncaring of the cum heâs smearing all over it. Thank god leather is easy to wipe up.
Jack shrugs, âSorry kid, looks like weâre gonna have to reshoot this whole thing.â
if pope is an employee of jack's, handles stuff sometimes, he could offer to drive dennis home sometimes
and one day if dennis is sore and doesn't want to have to wait for the bus when he feels all vulnerable from filming, he says yes
and pope invites himself up and dennis doesn't know how he's going to say no but once they're in dennis's shitty studio apartment, pope isn't making a move. he's frowning at dennis's kitchen with a pile of dishes and the living room that's cluttered and his bed with a sheet just balled up by the skewed pillows.
dennis stops right inside the door, trying to figure out what's happening, and pope nods over to the bathroom. "go clean up, I'll... be out here."
and he heads to grab some clothes from his dresser and then locks the bathroom door behind him. he comes out fifteen minutes later in a t-shirt from his high school marching band with wet hair and looks around at how clean the place is, pope using the clorox wipes from under the sink to go over the kitchen counter.
"thanks," he says, and delicately sits on the edge of his freshly-made bed. "did you want to- sit?"
pope finishes up and then turns to look at him. he's handsome-- no doubt, that's why jack had picked him-- and he's got a sweet and exhausted face that makes pope maybe even feel a little bad about offering him a ride home just so he could make a move
almost.
he takes the seat next to dennis and doesn't even do anything, just sits there, until dennis is the one to ask "do you want to lay down or something?"
they don't do anything. pope knows that jack will keep dennis around for a while yet, there's no sense in trying to pull some white knight shit when pope usually likes his job and the steady paycheck and wants to keep it. if he wants dennis as well, he'll just have to wait.
it's nice, laying next to the man and then dennis nestles in as if andrew is a comforting presence. once dennis is asleep, andrew lets himself ruffle the guy's hair, trace a finger over his lip.
jack's fickle, he'll move on eventually.
andrew can just find his way into dennis's bed like this until then.
the concept of overstim with puppy!pope. him tearing up and so whiney trying to keep his stern little puppy pout while you edge him <3 oh god his puppy eyes and small nod when you teasingly ask if heâs close.
a date with Jack, your tinder date, when you're definitely just going to be in Pittsburgh for a few days
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Youâre only supposed to be in town for a week. Clean out the house from that relative you never even met, hopefully sell some of it, and be on your way.
Pittsburgh isnât really like what youâre used to, and itâs lonely since youâre working alone in the house all day, boxing things up and posting things on marketplace and making runs to the thrift store.
You open up tinder, you were always going to, and change your settings to short term fun and swipe right on the ones who look nice.
And hot.
Jack, 50, has a selfie that is endearingly awkward and a photo of himself in uniform that is unreasonably hot and a photo of himself in profile on some rooftop, a sunrise behind him and some buildings that you think you recognize from the city skyline.
He texts you back at weird times, and has a crazy schedule, but he asks to take you out to drinks in the early afternoon. He knows a place.
You spot him as soon as you walk in the bar, itâs empty enough since itâs four pm, and he looks over and you can watch his eyes drag up and down your body, lingering for just a moment too long for any real propriety, and then he smirks.Â
âHi,â he says as he rises to his feet, and offers you a hand to shake, and you go in for a hug instead because a handshake is too impersonal and professional for a guy that youâre hoping to invite back to your bed in an hour or two.
You both order weak drinks, and chat about tv and college towns and the drinking games youâd played, and when your ice is melty and youâre just stirring it with a straw, you look down at it when you ask if he wants to leave with you.
âHell yeah,â he replies and reaches a hand out to squeeze the top of your thigh. âLet me get the tabââ
âI can get it.â
He scoffs and pulls out two crisp twenties from his billfold, and the worst part is that it requires him to take his hand away from your leg. âA pretty girl like you? No way.â
Youâre only a few blocks away, and you suggest a walk but sighs and looks down at his leg. âMind if I drive us?â
His profile had that bit of infoâ a photo of himself in shorts, arm slung around some mostly-cropped-out buddy, with a carbon fiber prosthesis ending in a hiking boot.Â
Getting into a strangerâs car is dumb as hell but you donât want to be anywhere else so you slide into his passenger seat. Itâs a tall Jeep, more beat up than you would have guessed, and you look around at the fairly bare-bones interior.
âI head out to the mountains on my nights off. You could come too,â he offers as he drives.
Youâre not staying, though, so you shrug even though the idea of the two of you on a blanket under the bright stars is too sweet to think about too hard.
Jack parallel parks outside the house smoothly, and it shouldnât be hot but it is, and before he even gets out he turns to you and reaches over to put his hand on your chin and pull you in. âStill want me to come in?â He asks, a whisper away. âI can just drop you off.â
You shake your head back and forth desperately. âKiss me.â
He does, his other hand sliding around to your ribs to keep you in place. With the console and the molded seats itâs awkward, but he groans against your lips and you couldnât care less where you are, couldnât care less about the seatbelt buckle digging into your thigh. When his grip moves forward towards your bra you sigh and pull back.
âSorry-â he says quickly, his eyes dark as he looks at you. You canât see a speck of apology on his face, just pure lust.
âNo, no, I wantâ just. Thereâs a perfectly good bed like. Thirty feet away. Think you can make it that far?â
Jack nods slowly, thinking, and then surges forward to kiss you again, and you eagerly open your lips for him even though youâd just suggested getting a move on.
âSorry,â he says, his fingers skimming over his lips as he looks at you when he tears himself away. âJust to tide myself over.â
You feel your legs clench together at that, a heat going all the way down your core at the idea that he needed more before just the quick walk in, and you have to force your shaking hands to reach out for the door handle.
âCâmon.â
He gets one arm around your waist as you walk up to the door and fumble with your keys, and you drop your bag on the floor inside.
âCan I-â Jack asks, and you donât even know what heâs asking you just reply yes.
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You cling to Jack in a post-orgasm haze as the room dims with the sun going down.
âI have to get going,â Jack murmurs with regret as he rubs his thumb over your upper arm. âIâve got work.â
âNow?â You pout at him.
He nods solemnly. âNight shift. But I canââ
âAre you free tomorrow?â
âYeah, sweetheart.â He looks around at the room youâre inâ probably a guest room, itâs got a queen bed and piles of things youâd halfway sorted through. Youâd navigated through the living room, with its stacked up boxes and furniture, so itâs not like you could have really hidden the state of this house, of your life. âI can come by and help with⊠whatever youâve got going on here, too.â
âYou donât have to-â
âI want to.â He smiles at you as he pushes himself up to a seat and reaches over to the makeshift nightstandâ stacked milk cratesâ where heâd leaned his prosthesis. âYouâre cleaning out the house, looks like?â
âYeah. I inherited it. New in town, like I said.â
âThis place will look good with a coat of paint, you know. I can help fix it up, too.â
You find yourself nodding. You can stand to start working here, stand to be the kind of person who meets Jack at bars in the early afternoons and drives out to the mountains to look at the stars on clear nights.
âYou could come back when youâre done tonight,â you offer softly as you sit up as well. And then heâs right there so you might as well and you kiss him again.Â
His hand is cupped around the back of your neck when he breaks away, breathing hard. âItâll be early.â
âI can be up. You can come crash here.â Itâs a stupid offerâ heâs about to go work for hours, he should definitely go back to his own placeâ and you open your mouth to retract the idea.
âSure. Say⊠seven thirty? I can pick up breakfast.â
You nod as he gets up and starts searching for his clothes. He grumbles that heâll just have to change again at the hospital, out of these tight jeans and henley that heâd worn for the date and into scrubs, but youâre just enjoying the show as he bends over to pick up his shirt and you get a look at his ass again.Â
âIâll see you,â he says, and leans down to kiss you good-bye. Still naked, covered just by a sheet, you lean up to peck his lips gently in a way that doesnât feel casual at all.
I think Jack Abbot would constantly want his fingers in your mouth.
After a bad shift, heâs climbing in next to you in bed, whispering a soft âCâmon sweetheart, open up for me,â before sliding his thick fingers between your lips. Letting out a groan when your hot mouth takes them in.
And heâd looooove when you suck on them, with your hollowed out cheeks and swirling tongue.
âJust like that, doing so good for me,â as he prods around inside your mouth, dipping his head down to place slow, languid kisses against your jawline and down your neck.
âOne more for me baby, can you do that?â while heâs slipping his free hand underneath your itty bitty cotton sleep shorts to rub slow circles against your core.
Of course youâre nodding dumbly at his request, parting your lips around his fingers so he can add another.
âLook so pretty like this, yâknow that?â he coos into your ear, gaze never leaving your face as you come apart underneath him, fingers still pressed down against the flat of your tongue ⊠â€ïžâ âč
â baby MS1s omega!robby and alpha!jack are relatively close, disregarding the unrelenting invisible straight arm in the form of defensive scent that keeps jack just outside of arms reach
â jack respects it; tries to send out similar signals. he learns after a few beers that robby isnât looking for anyone, doesnât want anyone. heâs totally committed to matching into emergency medicine and itâs hard enough as it is with his designation, much less a mate in his ear telling him to settle down
â the last thing jack wants robby to do is settle down
â he admires his wit, his determination, âŠ
â all the qualities about robby that strike a fire in his big brown eyes that jack totally doesnât think about when he jerks off quickly in the shower
â jackâs able to redirect his unrequited crush into his school work
â and it goes well; so well that they earn a reputation for being totally untouchable
â robby, a beautiful if not a bit intimidating omega with a slender frame and elegant, well-bred neck
â jack, the jock alpha who may be wrestling with his sexuality, because who wouldnât be so close to an omega like robby and not lock that down or at least tap it every waking moment
â theyâre the perfect, sexless match to approach when an OB lab on campus is looking to produce a new documentary about mating rituals
â jackâs face burns so red his freckles disappear when he thinks about the kind of video heâs been asked to shoot
â he remembers having to watch something similar in sex ed
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â it was wholly unsexy; MRI shots of a knot forming inside an omega, the sterile sounds of exam table paper crinkling as the alpha actor thrust into the whimpering omega in stirrups
â the proposed goal of the lab was to create something more realistic; artificial nest, an actual claiming bite scene, less focus on rigidly reported fluid statistics and more on examining the subtleties of the interaction
â medicine had advanced such that a bite could be reversed 99.9% effectively within the first 10 minutes of skin puncture, a medical miracle that was integral in the porn jack watched, where blissed out, lithe omegas get bit and licked and whine out their allegiance to their new mate
â jack agrees hastily to the research project
â he knows robby was offered the omega roll and every day he spends considering accepting makes jack feel like heâs on fire
â until one day, thereâs a leak in robbyâs apartment
â and his textbooks are ruined, and he does need the moneyâŠ
â jack and robby are in the library, jackâs leg bouncing while robby groans about what a pain it would be to take a heat inducer in the middle of a literal heat wave on campus
â and jack nods along dumbly, feeling like a knothead asshole for barely processing a single word robby is saying until
â robby says heâll do it
â and jack heart aches when he says he wouldnât do it with any other alpha
â because he believes robby doesnât see him as an option
â heâs the safest alpha to film with because thereâs absolutely no way theyâll be in the .1% that the bond blocker fails for, robby laughs and his eyes crinkle with an ambiguous emotion
â jack buries his primal sadness and it starts to dawn on him that heâs about to live every alpha on campusâs dream
â except he doesnât want to trap robby down or claim him like a prize
â heâs determined to make him feel good
â but the small, evil thought persists that maybe he can make robby see the biological light and pair with him for good
Jack seeing "he wouldn't do it with any other alpha" as a rejection of them ever being together vs Robby only feeling safe with him?? devastating. truly.
that .1% could never be them, no way no how đđđ
Titus Danforth may pretend heâs all rough around the edges, but really thatâs a man that will cum prematurely when you pull his hair just right and praise him enough simply because heâs actually a lowkey pathetic himbo who gets no action and desperately wants reassurance.
boyfriend jack abbot lying next to you in bed, a hand behind your knee, holding your leg to your chest so he can watch your cunt struggle to take the big toy heâs pressing inside of you.
your nails dig into the back of his neck as you let out a pitiful little whine and then a sharp gasp as he suddenly pulls the entire thing out in one go, a slick popping noise as your hole reluctantly releases its tight grip.
he spits on the thick head and starts to slide it back inside.
âah! too big, too big,â you protest, panting, your head thrown back against the pillow beneath you.
âaw,â jack coos, âbut look how much she wants it, baby.â
he grinds the toy deep, palm butting up against the base until the head kisses your cervix. you choke on your own spit, going a little cross-eyed at the pleasure-pain. jack pulls it out slow, about halfway, shaft dragging before abruptly pushing it back in, pussy wet enough to hear the slide.
âthis greedy cunt always needs something inside her, isnât that right?â he says.
you whimper and moan as jack speeds up his hand. the âshlick shlick shlickâ sounds of your pussy getting stuffed filling up the space between you.
âiâoh,â you say, catching jackâs eyes as your breathing grows ragged.
heâs watching you with such intensity and desire, like he wants to eat you, swallow you right up. it makes you a little dizzy.
âyour pussy feel good, princess? nice and full of cock?â
âmmnâ,â you moan, teeth biting into your bottom lip. you give him a small nod.
âyeah, âcourse she does,â jack says, âdaddy always knows what his girls need.â
he leans down and breathes you in, holding you close, his forearm flexing as he pumps your cunt full of the silicone toy.
âand what they need right now is a good little fucking before bedtime. so they can be all relaxed and have sweet dreams while daddy goes off to work.â
the next time the toyâs pressed deep, he rubs his thumb against your swollen clit. you moan, squeezing tight around the toy, pleasure shooting electric.
âmm, there we go,â jack murmurs, circling your clit as you spasm, âcanât forget about her too, now can we, princess?â
he doesnât stay there for long, abandoning your clit to start sliding the toy in and out again, ignoring the way you grasp at the short curls on the back of his neck.
âoh, fuck, wait, please,â you say, your voice high and breathy, needing his attention back there, more than desperate for it.
âshh,â jack says, âjust relax and take what daddy gives you. be a good little hole for me.â
heâs fucking you hard with the toy now, your stomach tensing each time it slides home, your leg shaking where jack has it pressed up against your chest.
âbutâ,â you try and say, but jack just shakes his head, giving you a knowing look that has your mouth snapping shut.
âno more talking, baby. holes donât talk, okay? holes get used.â
the sound you let out is so pathetic it mortifies you, heat spreading from the center of your forehead out, down, past your cheeks and your neck, into your chest. suffusing until you feel like you might actually start glowing from the warmth.
jack presses a kiss to your forehead, humming.
together, the two of you watch as the toy in his hand splits you open again, head catching against your opening before your pussy sucks it deep inside, back where it belongs.
relaxing in his hold, all control released, you let your boyfriend pump you full of fake cock for as long as he wants, until he decides youâve had enough, your eyes wet with desperate tears and your lips gone swollen from your gnawing teeth.
âdoes my little girl want to come?â jack finally asks, his voice sweet and coddling.
you nod frantically, looking up at him, pleading with your whole face.
âshe can come,â jack says, pressing the toy deep, a featherlight touch of his thumb on your clit.
but itâs all you need, sitting on the edge as you have been, and you shake apart, mouth dropped open to whisper a repeated, âthank you, thank you, thank youâ to jack, eyes locked onto his own, his pupils blown wide, devouring you.
he kisses you when youâre done, wet and filthy, full of tongue like heâs trying to taste how grateful you are.
âgood girl,â he praises you, sucking on your bottom lip.
he slides the toy out careful and slow, letting your knee lower down to the bed.
you let out a quiet whimper when youâre left empty, feeling sensitive and open. bereft, your pussy clenching down around nothing. but jack doesnât leave you empty any longer than he has to, slipping three thick fingers inside, curling them up against your pubic bone.
âshh, donât worry, baby. daddyâs got you,â jack says, nuzzling his nose against yours. âdaddyâs always got you.â
he stays like that, fingers pressed deep, plugging you full, until you fall asleep, sated, in your shared bed.
Being Jack abbots little young girlfriend and he just gives you his phone. Obviously because you know more about it!!!
Heâs driving and his phone dings loudly over the speakers, he nods his head towards it to you in the passenger seat. âCan you see who that is for me?âÂ
When you grab it and open it up (because of course you memorized his password) you groan seeing the text. âRobby says he will be thirty minutes late.âÂ
Jack hums. Heâs already switching on the blinker and making a turn. âWell in that case letâs go pick out some ice cream for my girl huh?âÂ
Also!!! Whenever you walk anyplace he just hands it to you. Like the responsibility of putting the phone in his pocket is too much so he whispers out an: âhold on to this for me honey.âÂ
Whenever he gets a call you pull it out and he answers. Always mumbling a âthank you baby.â Like youâre keeping him on track.Â
And not to mention he comes to you on the weekends showing you his email and asking. âIâve been trying for fifteen minutes. How do I find the receipt for the airbnb we booked.âÂ
âJack you told me to book it.âÂ
âHow do I find the receipt to the air bnb you booked.âÂ
nâJack is so deathly scared of someone taking his phone and seeing the nudes you send him in little panties, heâs this close to putting all those photos on a USB. Until you show him the little private folder.
Old man with his phone is what Iâm trying to get at.
pathetic!robby who canât help but grab and paw at his strained cock over his pants as he watches jack talk to the girl he likes at the bar.
heâd been eyeing you up all night, had be working up, or more so drinking up the courage to go talk to youâŠunfortunately for robby, jack had noticed.
and now all he can do is sit and watch as jack leans over to whisper something in your ear, tucking away a strand of hair as his lips brush your skin. the way you subconsciously lean into his touch and rub your thighs together.
jackâs hand slides down your back to cup your ass, you donât jump away. robby wonders would you have jumped if he had been the one to touch you.
robby swallows thickly when jack points at him, directing your gaze over to robby. you wave coyly, soft smile playing at your lips as you nod along to something jack said.
before he knows whatâs happening the two of you are coming over, youâre sliding in the booth next to robby, hand on his thigh as you settle in.
âh-hi..â robby stutters as you turn to face him with your whole body. heâs drinking you in with his eyes, you look even more perfect to him up close.
âhey.â you smile back, a soft, gentle smile that stirs up something crazy in robbyâs belly.
âso, you ready to go?â jack asks, finishing the last dregs of his beer before getting up.
robbyâs brows turn upwards, heâd only just got you next to him and of course jack was already taking you away.
âsure!â you quip, sliding out of the booth, practically skipping to jackâs side.
âohâŠyou guys have fun.â robby tries to fake a smile but he canât help the disappointment that follows through in his tone.
âi thoughtâŠis he not coming?â you turn to jack, your brows furrowed and slight pout playing at your lips.
âof course he is, sweetheart. this whole thing was robbyâs ideaâŠwasnât it, brother?â jack winks discreetly in robbyâs direction and thatâs when it clicks.
âoh-uh, yeah. of course.â robby laughs nervously as he gets himself up out of the booth, putting his own jacket on.
âhey, sweetheart. you go ahead, we need to pay our tab, weâll meet you out there.â jack calls after you, giving your ass a playful slap as you skip away to the exit.
âlook, man. when we get to your place iâm going to say the hospital called me in, okay. you two have fun.â jack leans over to whisper in robbyâs ear.
âreally? you did this for me?â robby canât quite believe it, jack never just lets a girl go.
âyeah, of course. youâre my brother, man. i love you, you deserve a little fun. and hey, sheâs really into you so donât fuck it up, yeah?â jack grabs robbyâs shoulder giving him a light jostle as they head for the exit. robby nods. donât fuck it up. donât fuck it up.
see, jack abbot can be a good friend sometimes and besides, what robby doesnât know is he already got your number. heâll have his fun with you some other time.
idek what this is, it was in my drafts and i didnât have anything else to post sooo itâll have to do :// in that stage of my cycle where i hate absolutely everything and nothing is going right so if i try to write something new iâll cry.
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your heat hits at work, and isn't it just so nice that Jack agrees to help you through it? it'll probably be very professional.
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You're new to the PTMC, but most hospitals run the same: you fall into the routine so easily. Listen to the charge nurse and the shift will go by just fine, your mentor had told you in your first year of nursing. The advice had never led you astray yet.
When your heat makes itself knownâ the fatigue in your bones, the flutter in your core, the slow haze that began to wash over your sensesâ you hustled to find Dana.Â
âI should have checked this out, I just thought I had more time,â you start by apologizing. You're not due to go into a cycle for another few weeks, but the move, the new job, the bright lights outside your window at night all could have caused this.
She pulls out a pamphlet for you with a sympathetic smile.
âWe're a family here, hon. We take care of our own.â
This hospital has actual options, and one stands out, halfway down the list between Fully Covered PTO - preferably for those with mates/ heat partner(s) and Professional Matching - for those without a partner.
In-Office Matching - for those without a partner but need for a strong bond, the most interesting option said. You'd heard about it in rumors alone, and the next page with detailed descriptions confirmed it.Â
Identify an Alpha employee, and if they consent they will be a temporary heat partner. PTO covered for Alphas.Â
Without even hesitating, you know what you'll do.Â
When Jack comes in two hours later, you ask him to chat and pull him into an empty curtain.Â
âis everything alright?" He asks, but freezes when he catches your scent. Sweet and alluring to him, but not overwhelming quite yet. âYou here to tell me youâll be out for the next few days?â
You shake your head, and extend your hand with the pamphlet that youâd clutched so hard that itâs got wrinkles now. âIâm asking about the in-office matching. With you.â
He doesnât need to take the paper, he knows the program. Heâs done it before, usually for doctors and nurses outside his department. Too close, heâd always said when any of the ER staff asked him about it and he had to let them down gently.
But this is you. With your tight scrubs and your smile for him at shift change. Heâd worked one day shift since youâd started, and youâd been sweet with the patients, had stared at him with wide eyes when heâd done some cowboy shit and called him badass afterwards.
âHow soon will it hit you?â
âA have a few hours,â you answer. âUsually lasts two, three days.â
He nods, and mentally goes through the schedule. âI can take you home in the morning. How about you spend tonight in my office?â
You nod before you really think about what the hell that means.
âč âč
He leads you out of the ED and down the hall to his office, which youâve never had cause to visit. It isnât badâ thereâs a comfy enough couch in the corner behind his desk and a narrow window with the curtains drawn.
âAnything you want, donât want?â He asks from the doorway as you take a seat. You really are exhausted, a full day of work when your body is prepping for a cycle is not ideal.
âKnotting is fine, marking where itâs hidden is good.â
âSounds good.â He flicks off the overhead light, leaving the room lit by just the warm lamp next to the couch. âGet some rest, yeah? Iâll check on you in a few hours.â
With nothing else to do, you pull the blanket from the back of the couch (which smells like him and you shove your nose into the fleece fabric to revel in it) and curl up and doze off.
You wake to the sound of the door opening, and youâre at full alert as you sit up straight in bed.Â
âJusâ me,â Jack says, his voice low and husky. The lights are still low, but you can see him pulling his scrub top off and folding it neatly, draped over the back of a chair. âYou alright?â
You take a second to think about the questionâ youâve got a thin layer of sweat that you nervously wipe off your forehead, and the heat in your core is stronger than ever, a need that makes you swallow hard as Jack steps closer to you.
âOkay, considering. Itâs⊠definitely hitting me.â You sit up on the couch, wincing a little at the cramp in your stomach.
âStill happy with this arrangement?â Heâs right in front of you now, and reaches down to run his thumb along your jaw, and holds your chin to gently tilt your gaze upward. His fingers are calloused and the touch makes you breathe out shakily.
The way you answer âyes, absolutely,â with an unsteady voice goes right to Jackâs cock. The sweetest thing, all for him. He drops heavily into the couch next to you and his hand moves to cup the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss.
The first one is soft and tentative, tender without any force as he just presses against your lips, gauging your reaction. You give that same shaky breath from before, and a little moan, and he has to take a second to acclimate himselfâ your sounds, the way you taste as he licks against your lips and you open so sweetly, the way youâre leaning closer like you canât get enough, the way you smell like the sweetest spring day.
He groans out your name as he draws back to look you over again, and you look at him with blown pupils and parted lips, a little heartbroken that heâd pulled away when itâs barely just begun.
âI have twenty minutes,â he says, and slides a hand down your side to rest on your hip and grip tight. âYou think I can get you to come by then?â
You pout. âYou donât get time off?â
âItâs my ER, I wonât just leave at the drop of a hat. Another time I can be sweeter.â He smiles at you like itâs a promise, and he did say that heâd take you home in the morning, so sweeter isnât far away.
And until then, the idea of Jack coming back throughout the night makes you nod quickly.Â
âCâmere,â he says, and helps you climb onto his lap, straddling him, and heâs got his hands on you as he tugs you in for a kiss.
He has to straighten himself out when he stands up to go, and you reach out to paw at his scrub pants. âLemme help-â you whine, because he touched you and got you off but he stayed in his pants and itâs maddeningâ
âIâll be back in a few hours, love,â he answers, and the pet name makes you melt as you stare up at him. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead and itâs too intimate, he knows that, but he canât help himself.
He wants you, desperately, especially now that he knows what you look like coming at his hand, knows what you sound like when you sigh out his name and knows what it feels like when you tug him closer by tangling your fingers in his hair. He bats away your hand from trying to reciprocate and takes a breath so that he can get back to his job.
The plan had been to keep you here all shift, come check in and get you off every few hours, but thatâsâ fuck, thatâs not an option anymore. He needs to call someone in, truly anyone, so that he can get you in his bed and knot you proper. Show you that you oughta stick around for more than just your heat.
âIâll be thinking about you,â he whispers, and lingers too close to you as heâs trying to leave, memorizing your scent. Heâll stink of you when he steps back out into the ER, and that simply doesnât matter.Â
You whine and fall back against the couch as he pulls his scrub top back on, and they way that he checks over his shoulder before he closes the door haunts you as you try to get sleep even when all you want is him, right there next to you.
so I've been half-starting drafts for my x reader fics and can't really figure out which one to prioritize so they all sorta get worked on and nobody's getting finished
wanna vote on what fic you'd want to see?
alpha jack taking care of you when your heat comes up at work
dating robby but jack coming over to cuddle you when robby has to work a double
finding robby's collection of smutty home movies from when he was in med school
fake dating jack on vacation to piss off your parents
going on first dates with both robby and jack before starting work at the ptmc
You and your father donât have the best relationship. But when youâre forced to stay with him while moving back to Pittsburgh, the last thing you expected was to meet someone.
CW: 18+ MDNI, fauxcest, smut, oral (m/f), unprotected piv, age gap, teeniest of manipulation if you squint
Note: thereâs not enough gross perverted Jack in this world. And while Robby will always be pervy step dad, Jack gives the pervy uncle vibes very well đ€. Hope you enjoy!!
You didnât exactly have a good relationship with your father. In fact you had gone the last six years without speaking to him or even texting him. However, you were moving back to Pittsburgh and you had been unlucky in your hunt for an apartment. And even more unfortunate is that he was the only person you knew in this town. So at the ripe age of 26 you found yourself moving back in with him. Something you never thought would happen after becoming a nurse.
All you needed was a few paychecks under your belt and you could resume your apartment search. Something that shouldnât be too hard seeing how well the PTMC ED was paying for a new night shift nurse. But your first check wouldnât hit until next week, and you were at your wits end with your father.
Which is why you decided to head out on the town, finding a hidden dive bar nearby instead of a club. Youâd been there for about an hour before the hottest man you had ever seen came up beside you at the bar top.
âIâll grab a beer and one more of whatever sheâs having pleaseâ he set down some cash and slid it to the bartender. That gave you exactly two seconds to evaluate him.
He was older, that much was you were sure of. Which was perfect seeing as any man around your age were abominations to the universe. His silver curls fell perfectly over his forehead as he stood with a purpose. His broad shoulders took up space as he leaned over the countertop and thick legs that supported him. But his hands, they held all your attention.
Large and seemingly well used hands gripped the two drinks effortlessly before turning towards where you sat. You hadnât planned on meeting someone tonight but you sure werenât opposed if it was this man. With your gaze still locked on his hands the baritone of his voice made you flinch slightly when he began to speak.
âYou just gonna stare at my hands all night?â A smug smirk spread across his face as your lips struggled to form a rebuttal.
âI-I no, j-just, uhm hi?â You cringed at the harsh stutter, but as his gruff laugh rang out you allowed yourself to relax.
âIm Jackâ The man whose name you now knew reached out a hand for you to take. His own swallowing you smaller one up.
After following with your own name it was smooth sailing from there. You were calm enough to have a smooth conversation of likes, interests, and life philosophies. The two of you conveniently staying away from the topic of work. Something you were grateful for since some men seem to get weird if you tell them youâre a nurse.
Everything was going perfectly. So it shouldnât have been a surprise when you found yourself naked and on your back in Jack's bed. It had taken the two of you a long while to get to his room. Too busy stopping by the front door, kitchen counter, and even the couch all to strip a few pieces of clothing in each area with a heated makeout session.
By the time you got to his room bare and dripping, it caught you off guard when you saw him stutter just slightly when undoing his pants. To ease whatever insecurity that mustâve risen, you made your way off the bed and to your knees in front of him. Replacing his hands with yours and pulling them off. The low light reflected off of what you assumed to be the reason for his hesitance, his prosthetic.
âYou still okay with this kid?â His voice was heavy with need, but mixed with a slight tone of caution.
âAre you asking if I still want to fuck you?â You scoff and watch as his eyes darken at your words, âbecause the answer is still fuck yes, a simple transtibial amputation wonât deter meâ
The slight medical jargon slipping out before you could stop yourself. He seemed not to notice, or you thought he didnât since he didnât say anything about it. He just hummed lowly and tangled his hand into your hair, gripping tight before yanking back. The slight sting in your scalp had you clenching your thighs in need.
Bringing his other hand to your jaw he swiped his thumb at your lip, pulling down just enough to see your bottom teeth.
âSuch a dirty mouth for such a sweet young thingâ He traced your lips once more and released the grip he had on you, âletâs find something better to do with that mouth why donât we?â
Nodding your head, your hands resume their previous task of removing his bottoms. Coming face to face with his groin your eye catches on the larger than you expected bulge that tented the front of his boxers. Eyes widening at the sight, part of you hoped it was just the fabric exaggerating the size. With unsteady hands you traced his covered cock gently watching how it jumped slightly at your touch.
âDonât be scared baby, you can do itâ his smug tone gave you motivation to prove yourself.
In a fit of bravery you yanked his underwear all the way down, and in an instant that two seconds of confidence dissipated. Finally freed from the confines of his boxers you were met with a very large, very thick, flushed, and leaking cock.
Doing your best to wrap your hand around it, you found that your fingers didnât fully meet your thumb. His length was adorned with a neatly trimmed patch of silver curls, and a prominent vein that ran from base to tip. Jack watched with an almost arrogant air about him, he was getting way too much satisfaction from your shock at his size.
âI'm not getting any younger here baby, you gonna do something or do I need to take care of it myself?â His warning pulled you from your stupor.
Placing small tentative kitten licks to his tip as you allow the salty taste to coat your lips before you attempt to take him fully into your mouth. A feat that was harder than you thought it would be. The stretch of your lips pulled at the corner of your mouth, only reaching down a few inches before bobbing your head off to take a deep breath.
âAww câmon, you can do better than that canât you?â Jack brushed your cheek with a rough hand before giving it a pat and moving it to your hair to restore the grip he had earlier.
Guiding your face back towards himself, you hastily opened up before he shoved you down half his length. A slight gag tightening your throat and tears rising in your eyes had Jack pausing for just a moment. Tapping your nose in reminder, he felt you pull in a breath before he pushed your head further down. He didnât stop until your nose was buried in his coarse hairs.
âThatâs it baby, I knew you could do it such a good girl letting me take controlâ He felt a small whine vibrate around his cock, and the movement of your hips over nothing from his words, âis that what you need? Need someone to take control because daddy didnât do it enough?â
The moment your eyes gazed up towards his and a small nod from you confirmed your need, his free hand joined the other in your hair. Holding your body still as he pulled his length back until just the last inch of him was left.
âBig breath for meâ he nods in approval as you inhale, âtap once for me to stopâ
You were confused at his words for just a moment before he bullied his cock through your mouth and into your throat. Hips snapping at a quick pace, cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. Drool that collected in your cheeks was spilling out the corners of your lips with every push and pull of his heavy cock in your mouth. Each little gag constricted your throat around him.
âFuck, doing so good babyâ his voice was rough with pleasure, âjust a little longer okay?â
And true to his word Jack kept up his pace for only a few more minutes, a very vocal few minutes. He didn't seem to fear making it known that he was enjoying himself, and he was very much enjoying himself. How your hand limply rested against his thigh, the squirming of your body seeking any sort of friction for relief. Jack just loved the way you trusted him so quickly with your body. A loud pop was initiated from your lips as he quickly pulled you off to your surprise.
âOn the bed, nowâ His strong arms lifting you up by your armpits as you scramble for purchase.
Your mind was a little fuzzy from a slight lack of oxygen and the sudden position change, sluggish limbs were barely able to get you propped up on your elbows before your ankles were pulled towards the end of the bed. Grabbing a pillow you threw it hopefully towards him before he dropped to his knees, that small part of your still working brain wanting to make sure he was comfortable. Jack gives a slight chuckle as he tucks the pillow under his limb to cushion the area.
âLook at how soaked you are, all from having my cock shoved down your throatâ He places gentle teasing kisses to the inside of your thighs, âso desperate for an old man to put you in your placeâ
âN-no I-Iâm notâ your argument fell short as his thumb drew tight circles over your clit, âholy fuck, right there Jack, donât stop!â
HIs thumb was followed by his tongue gathering your leaking arousal and moaning loudly as he swallowed you down. Stiffening the muscle to prod into your cunt, your hand flew to his curls at the sensation.
âAh ah ah, hands to ourselves baby. It's my turn to enjoy.â
With your grip released and back into the sheets he continued his movements. Swallowing every bit of your arousal he could, your own moans mixing with his unrestrained slurps and words of praise. Replacing his thumb over your clit with his mouth, you almost missed the feeling of Jack position two thick fingers at your entrance. Tensing your body, your cunt clenches tightly at the thick intrusion as he pushes in.
âWait Jack, sâtoo muchâ your thighs attempt to shut, but fail as he wraps a strong bicep around your leg. He pulls away for just a moment so that he can speak.
âHoney if this is too much for you, we have a ways to go before I can get my cock into your pretty cuntâ he lets out a sharp tsk, ânow are you gonna let me use you like we both know you want me to or no?â
You wanted to tell him you wouldnât, but that would be a lie. There was a part of you that enjoyed being used by him, that enjoyed letting him take over and fuck you dumb. And that was for you and your therapist to unpack later, but at this moment you had other things to focus on. Such as the way his fingers were gently twisting and curling as he worked his way further into your warmth. Jack could feel your body trying to relax and let him in.
Once he felt you were ready he began adding a third finger, absolutely swimming in the whines that clawed through your throat. Escaping from the tight line that you had pulled your lips into trying to stay quiet. It wasnât working as well as you wanted it to, especially when he hit a spot that you didnât even know existed. A spot that he relentlessly focused on when you let out a sharp gasp and arched your back off the bed.
Instead of pulling back like you wanted to tell him to, he kept going, watching how the curl of your toes and the flutter of your walls intensified. He needed you to cum soon so that he could feel you around his cock. And with how tight your body was squeezing him he knew there was no other way he would fit if you didnât relax. And sooner rather than later he would get his wish. Your system was alight with nerves firing one after the other. Your whole body locked up tight as you felt your orgasm building with each well placed flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers.
âFuck oh d-dont stopâ the tight coil that settled into your lower stomach was on the verge of releasing, âpleasepleasepleaseâ
Just a few more âcome hitherâ motions of his fingers had thrown you over the edge head first. A low moan rang through the room as he kept up his movements, your cunt desperately fluttered around Jack's fingers. Your vision completely gone as you clenched your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sheer force of your orgasm. The kind that you've never experienced before, which was obvious to Jack as your whole body had gone limp, words that you thought made sense ended up being mindless babbles.
âPoor thing, already so spent after one orgasm.â His hands ran up and down your shaking thighs, âIâm not done with you yet thoughâ
Jack's words went in one ear and out the other as you just laid there nodding. You didnât process your body being moved nor the light clank of him taking off his prosthetic. It wasnât until his body moved between your legs spreading them wide enough that you could feel the stretch in your hips. Leaning forward youâre surprised when he captures your lips with his, the taste of you on his lips mixed with the leftover tang of him on your own. It was an addicting substance, one that distracted you from him lining himself up with your cunt. However, it wasnât strong enough to mask the stretch of your walls when he pushed in.
âFuck!â the syllables dragged out as he thrusted the first few inches, âsâtoo big, s-slow down I-Iâm-â
âYou can take it, babyâ his hips press the next few inches of himself into you, happy that he decided to have you cum at least once âMy good girl letting me stuff her full of cock from a man old enough to be her fatherâ
His hands linked together behind your neck pulling your head forward to rest against his as he shoves the rest of his length into your cunt. Your system was still on edge from your first orgasm which meant that the sensation of his tip pressing against your cervix and the stretch of his girth as he buried himself fully into your body had sent you headfirst into an unexpected second of the night.
Connecting your lips once more, Jack swallowed your screams. Arousal coating his cock as he stays still deep inside of you, letting you ride out your second orgasm..
Once the tight clench of your walls slowed Jack was finally able to start a deep and languid pace. Taking his time to carve out a home inside of your warmth. Making it so that no other man could ever compare to him. The drag of his heavy cock out and back into you was addictive, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he bottomed out each thrust.
âI knew you could do it baby,â he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips that were still held open in a small âoâ as you tried to remember to breathe âknew youâd feel so good wrapped around my cock, shouldnât like it as much as I do, but you were fucking made for meâ
If you were more coherent his words mightâve raised some flags, but your brain had short circuited and you couldn't be bothered to focus on anything other than the pleasure this man was pulling from you. His name fell from your lips in a pleading tone, what you were asking him for, you weren't sure. All you knew was you needed more of him, wanted him to make sure you could still feel him tomorrow.
Jack gave a little more force with his hips, your knees touching your sides. He could see the scrunch that formed between your brows, could feel how you tried to move away as the inconsistent flutter of your walls began once more.
He was quick to pull out, keeping his length in a tight grip so he doesnât cum prematurely. Flipping you over flat on your stomach, you felt his thighs on either side of yours boxing you in. Jack didnât hesitate to slip his cock back into your cunt. This new angle felt like he was rearranging your guts. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes in overstimulation, especially as he leaned his chest against you back laying half his weight onto you.
Jack's thrusts were loud as skin hit skin, allowing gravity to bring his body down onto yours at a speed you didnât think a man his age could achieve. You were so pliant at this point in time, fucked dumb as the only thought in your head was about his cock. You didnât flinch as his bicep made a new home around your neck.
Flexing just enough to make your head buzz as your oxygen was inhibited. He could feel your walls tighten the longer he held before he relaxed his bicep allowing you to take a breath in. Taking this opportunity to litter your neck with bright red marks you knew werenât going away for a long time. Just like the marks you were currently leaving on his arms.
âYou gonna let this old man cum inside you honey? Want me to fuck my cum so deep that youâre left leaking for days huh?â Jacks voice was right with restraint as he neared his peak.
âF-fuck yes p-please!â Consequences be damned, you were too consumed in the way you couldnât tell where he began and you ended.
âThatâs just what I thought, youâd let me do anything I wanted to youâ his bicep flexed once more putting pressure on your trachea, âlet me fuck you dumb right into my mattress. What would daddy say if he could see you now drooling and crying over my cock?â
His vulgar words and your lack of oxygen had a similar effect on the both of you. Your tired cunt once again clenched rhythmically to your third and final orgasm of the night. Jack followed only a few seconds after your own, pressing himself as deep as he could allowing his weight to press down onto you. His vocals that he never seemed ashamed of were front and center, bouncing around his vaulted ceilings and open windows.
The sensation of his hot cum hitting your walls prolonged your own peak, it seemed as if you were choking his cock for all he could give you. Jack gives a few more lazy thrusts, pushing what came out right back in, âwhere it belongsâ he had whispered. It was almost as if he was marking his territory with your body. And you were barely able to keep your eyes open, body and mind completely exhausted.
You didnât fully remember when Jack had cleaned you up and put you in a sweatshirt of his, nor when he tucked you into his sheets. But what you did remember was feeling his warm body tucked behind yours and his arm draped across your waist pulling you in close.
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It was fairly late in the evening when you woke, around 12pm and yet when you sat up Jack was still comfortably sleeping beside you. Wishing you could stay but tonight was your first shift at the hospital and you didnât want to walk in looking like you had just come back from a hookup, even though that's exactly what you were doing. So you gathered up the courage to leave a note with your name and number on top of the now folded sweatshirt you had worn last night, hoping he would call you.
By the time you packed your meal prep, showered, and got dressed it was time to head out. But before you walked out the door your father called after you.
âHey, make sure you aren't too tired tomorrow and look presentable and not gross like you usually do, my brothers coming overâ his words werenât anything new to you, you were used to them at this point. However, that wasnât what had you confused.
âSince when do you have a brother?â
âWell step brother, we haven't really talked in 20 years. Had a big fight or whatever, he started it, and we havenât talked sinceâ
You rolled your eyes at how he put the blame onto the other man. Nodding your head and leaving not wanting to get dragged into an hour long conversation about how he is a saint and it's never his fault when things go wrong. You couldnât wait to move out, hoping you could find something that didnât cost your whole paycheck for 300 square feet of living space.
Possibilities were running around your mind clouding your ability to take in what was happening outside of yourself. It wasnât until you heard that third hello that you looked up and were met with a kind looking woman at the nurses station.
âYou okay sweetheart, are you looking for something?â
âOh Iâm sorry, this isnât exactly the first impression I wanted to make but it's supposed to be my first day today?â you introduce yourself and apologize once more.
The woman then introduced herself as Lena, the charge nurse you would be training with. She showed you where to put your things and gave you the lay of the land introducing you to the various day shifters and night shift that were slowly trickling in.
You were even able to make some fast friends with a few day shifters named Trinity, Dennis, and Javadi and exchange numbers. At least that was before a few people by the name of John, Parker, and Matteo shooed them away claiming that they couldn't try and steal you on your first shift.
âSo first day here and youâre already sampling the local fruits huh?â Parker's voice was low as John then gestured to your neck seeing your confused expression.
âOh my god, I thought it was covered!â your voice a panicked whisper as you attempt to pull up your scrub top to cover the bright red mark, âI wasnât even expecting him to leave anyâ
âOlder guy huh?â Lena decided to jump in when she heard the chatter, "I actually think those are the ones who do it more, but good for you getting a good start to your day, your partner?â
âNo it was just some guy I met at a bar last nightâ your body flushing with heat at the very personal information you were so easily divulging to people you had just met.
The chatter continued oblivious to the man in question who had been staying just outside of the circle getting report from Robby, who he wasn't really listening to as he tried to eavesdrop on you all. It boosted his already impossible ego hearing you talk up how last night went, and seeing how you attempted to cover up the marks he had purposefully left just a bit too high to be covered. As Robby finished and walked off Jack slipped off his sweatshirt before approaching the desk standing close enough that he could feel the heat from your body.
âAlrighty, stop bullying the new girl and let her breathâ the gravel of the new voice was eerily familiar to you, âNo need for the first degree on her first dayâ
With noticeable hesitation on your part Jack watched how you looked out of the corner of your eye before turning to face him. Meanwhile your internal voice was begging and pleading to any powerful being in the world that the man behind you was anyone else but the person you felt it was. However, the universe just laughed as you came face to face with the very man your new coworkers were unknowingly asking about.
And to your utmost horror he handed you the sweatshirt that you had left back at his place this morning. He introduced himself to you as Jack Abbot night shift attending, a sly wink followed his introduction before moving onto the night shift huddle, completely ignoring how you stood there with a dumbfounded look on your face and piece of clothing in your hand. Except his smug pride instantly fell as he watched you slip on the sweatshirt and the realization that he would have to see you in it and remember how your body felt against his for the next 12 hours felt like torture.
And what a long 12 hours it was, but you had never been more relieved than when you were clocking out, the only problem was that you had to find Jack and give him the sweatshirt back. Soon spotting him at the ambulance bay doors Jack saw you hold out the clothing, but before you could even say anything a gurney rolled in with a patient taking him away.
However, you were able to catch him yelling over his shoulder for you to keep it before he was swept away into trauma 1. A warm feeling bloomed in your chest, and you werenât sure how to process the fact that you were going to have to see the man who fucked you within an inch of your life every day at work.
But that wasnât the worst thing that could happen. That was about to happen a few moments after waking up at 12pm in the afternoon per your fathers request. Still clad in Jacks sweatshirt and a pair of old soccer shorts, you had just finished eating your breakfast when the doorbell rang. You had initially ignored it hoping your father would get it but soon he was yelling across the house for you to get it.
Hopping off the stool you begrudgingly trudged over towards the door cursing your fathers name before opening the door to your worst nightmare. Jack fucking Abbot was at your door. With wide eyes you put your hand at his chest and pushed him away from the door and walking out onto the porch before closing the door slightly behind you.
âWhat do you think youâre doing here, and how do you even know where I live?!â your hand was still at his chest as your words spilled from your mouth at the worry your boss may be a stalker.
But before he could defend himself your father walked up behind you.
âJackie! There you are brotherâ he moved you out of the way before clapping his hand over Jack's shoulder.
His words had your lungs forgetting how to work. The realization that you had not only slept with your boss but your fathers step brother, basically your uncle, had hit you hard. But what you failed to notice in your own surprise was the lack of it from the man himself. You had so many questions that were building in your brain, all of them dissipating the second your father opened his mouth again.
âMy daughter as you well know, isnât she just as pretty as the pictures I've been sending you?â
Jack had known, from the first night he saw you in the bar he knew who you were. He also wasnât at the bar by accident. Your dad had texted him saying that you stormed out and left to get a drink since you were mad at him. And Jack being the man he is knew all the closest bars near his estranged step brothers house and all but tracked you down. He expected you to tell him to fuck off assuming your dad sent you, but when you didnât show an ounce of recognition he ran with it.
He knew it was wrong, knew it from the moment your father started texting him after 20 years talking all about how his nurse daughter was moving back to Pittsburgh and starting a job at his hospital. He knew how disgusting it was when he saved all the photos of you that he was sent so that he could recognize you when you came in. And it was no one's business but his when he would flip through those photos and your socials with his cock fisted in his hand until he came on his phone screen.
Jack knew it was wrong, but he sure as hell wasn't going to stop now. Not when you had so easily fallen into his lap, and now that heâs had a taste of you he wasnât going to let you go. So when the three of you finally made your way inside and sat down in the living room he loved watching your anxiety rise as your father addressed him as your uncle Jack. He watched as the panic flitted across your face when your living situation came across the conversation.
âYeah it's just so expensive for her, and I feel bad that I live so far from the hospital and that she's gotta take the train and bus to workâ
âYou know Iâve got two guest rooms in my homeâ his voice was masked as concern when he heard about your predicament one that he already knew was a problem, âyou could easily move in with me, plus we have the same schedule and could carpool to workâ
âO-oh no I c-couldnât do that, im sure ill find somethingâ your rising embarrassment and anxiety showed in your shaking words.
âWhy not?â your father looked elated at the prospect of you moving out sooner, "he's got more room than I do and like he said, travel to work would be much easierâ
You shook your head incessantly, insisting that you would figure something else out soon and be out of his hair. But Jack needed to seal the deal.
âCome on kid, donât you want to live with your Uncle Jack? We could get to know each other real wellâ
And just like that he had your father basically packing your things for you, running to grab boxes from the garage. Leaving the two of you alone in the living room. Jack stood and walked over to where you sat on the couch, you attempted to stand as well but he set a hand on your shoulder sitting you back down so that you were having to crane your neck up to look at him. His hand coming under your chin in a sickeningly familiar way.
âYou knew?â Your accusation was meant to come out in disgust, but his touch had your words breathier than it shouldâve.
âOf course I knew baby, like I said, you were made for meâ his grip tightened, âNow we will have all the time in the world to get to know one anotherâ
He was quick to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, tangling his tongue with yours claiming dominance. He didnât pull away when the garage door closed or when he heard your fathers voice ring through the hallway. Only when the footsteps were close enough to the room did he break away, leaving you absolutely flustered and unable to protest when he said he could have you moved in by tomorrow.
sammy who's breathing picks up when you keep eye contact as you kneel in front of him. eyes squeezing shut and hands coming to cup your ears as he sighs oh "jesus-oh jesus god, baby" because he's in such awe that you want him.
"just enjoy it sammy, let me love on you a bit, hm?" kissing at his thighs through his dress pants and he's trembling. pawing at the back of your head and nodding frantically. "sammy, just focus, okay?" "fuck, fuck okay. don't-stop talking or i'm gonna cum."
he just loves you soooo much, he can't help but be a lil mean to prolong this <3
