GLASSES STAY ON. 👓💋
JACK ABBOT X READER.
Read on a03:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/83716676
Synopsis: Jack Abbot is a stubborn old man who needs glasses. You fight about it. Then you fuck about it.
Or: the one where Jack gets pegged.
Warnings: MINORS DNI. PLEASE NOTE THERE IS RIMMING & PEGGING HERE. If that’s not ur vibe pls scroll! Of it is, pls enjoy!
Notes: what’s up yall I’m back! Got inspired by the Quinn audio and got real freaky with it. Because Jack deserves to be pampered & fucked, right? Pls lmk if yall dig this <3
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You saw signs of Jack’s aging eyes far before he was ready to admit it to himself. First, there were the typos. He’d swear he double checked his paperwork and patient reports, but you always caught errors that a trained eye would spot. Trying to text with him became unbearable- he’d again swear that something else affected him, like being swamped at work. It finally came to a head when you went out to eat. Jack needed to turn his phone brightness all the way up in the very well lit restaurant, before extending his arms out all the way to squint at the menu from afar.
“Jackie, honey, don’t you think it’s time to-“
“I’m fine, I just had a lot to read yesterday.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works, Jack.”
“Mm well I’m the doctor here, aren’t I?”
You recognized the teasing behind his words, but there was also some truth to it. You braced yourself for a fight, knowing you would convince him sooner or later. “There’s nothing wrong with needing glasses, Jack. People of all ages need them, you know I started in elementary school and hated them. But now I can’t imagine myself without them!”
“And I’m happy for you, darling.”
“But?”
“But, what?” he asked, not even bothering to look at you for the conversation.
“Don’t do this with me, Jack. We’re both too old for it.”
There it is.
Jack paused, eyes dragging up to look at you. He flexed his jaw before formulating a response. “You mean I’m too old.”
You sighed. Jack loved to spin your words when it came to talking about anything real regarding age. Jack did yoga, why did he need blood pressure medication? Jack was running around on his feet all day, why did he need to take walks? Jack had a salad at lunch, he’s perfectly healthy and doesn’t need to diet. It was about control: Jack knew what was best for him, other doctors be damned.
“No, baby, of course not, you know that. But I need you to be practical here-“
“Why are you trying to start an argument here?”
“Because it’s better than not. As much as you hate to hear that, babe, it’s the truth. And if you don’t listen to me, I’ll have to take drastic measures.”
He raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. “And what would that entail?”
You smirked. “I haven’t talked to Robby in awhile……,” you playfully replied.
Jack’s face turned serious, revealing your threat worked.. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, but I would. You don’t want me and your best friend teaming up against you, do you?” you sing-songed, heel running up his calf under the table.
“Ah,” his breath hitched at the teasing, “well…. maybe I could be persuaded to make an appointment.”
You cut off your movement at his confession. “Let me know when you do, baby. You’ll want perfect vision when I give you your reward,” you winked.
The rest of your dinner went smoothly. You didn’t mention his eyes again the next day, and neither did he. Two weeks passed before you came home early from work to a shocking discovery: Jack, asleep on the couch, with a pair of glasses perched on his nose. There was a discarded book on the floor, suggesting he was testing them out like he was supposed to. You expected him to put up another fight about actually using glasses.
He started stirring when you moved around the house, soft music playing off your phone. You danced over the to couch, curling up next to him before repositioning his glasses, watching his eyes get bigger from the advanced prescription. You honestly couldn’t believe how sexy he looked with frames that fit his face perfectly. You felt a pang of jealousy towards the sales clerk that got to help him choose; you had hoped you’d get to watch him model for you. He fidgeted awkwardly on the couch, awaiting your judgement.
“So?”
“Jack, how did you do this so quickly?”
He gave a guilty smile. “What my girl wants, my girl gets. Relationships are about compromise, right?”
“You talked to Robby, didn’t you?”
“Well he has all the great lines, doesn’t he? He helped me get an emergency appointment with an eye doctor he’s dating. He even kept me on FaceTime while I modeled for him.”
Of course Robby was the one to help him.
“Do you like them?”
“I’m the one asking you that, pretty girl.”
“I’m not the one wearing them, Jackie. I want you to feel handsome and secure regardless of what anyone, including me, thinks.” His hand was absentmindedly making circles across your thighs. “I look old,” he huffed.
“Babe, you are old. And that’s great! You’ve seen so much, smiled and laughed enough to show off. I love you for you, and so does everyone else who knows you.”
“And you’re still attracted to me? Even with my eyes double their size?” You laughed as you brought his hand down to your soaked core, your lingerie underneath your running shorts lacy and thin.
“I think,” you purred, “you are the sexiest, most devilishly handsome man I’ve ever met. And you listening to me? Oh baby, are you getting rewarded.” He choked on nothing, eyes darkening under his heavy frames as he moved his warm palm over your clothed pussy.
“What do you have planned, doll?”
You lead him to your shared room, shedding your clothes as you walked, leaving you clad in his favorite lingerie. You motioned for him to sit at the front of the bed while you retrieved your hidden lube and strap-on belt.
Jack’s eyes widened as he gasped for air. “What the fuck is all this, princess?” You smiled sweetly, sitting in his lap. “Your reward, dummy. It’s time for you to….. loosen up,” you smirked. He looked down at the toy in your hands, erection building as he struggled to gain any sense of composure. “How did you know I wanted to try…… this?” he gestured.
“Oh, babe, you don’t think your co workers actually keep your drunkenly spilled secrets, do you?” you mischievously smiled. “All you had to do was ask.”
“All this just for getting glasses? Hell, darling, I would’ve gotten them years ago if I knew.”
“You’re going to be good for me, right? Don’t think about disobeying me again, babe. Now take off your shirt.” He complied, his muscled chest on display. You started at the top, leaving soft kisses under his ear, trailing down to his neck, before stopping at his chest. You took your time biting and tweaking his nipples, tracing the defined divot between his pecs with your tongue. Jack was a squirming mess beneath you; you could tell he was being quiet and trying to suppress any noise.
“Don’t be quiet with me, baby, I want to hear you,” you purred in his ear. He let out a small whine at your return to his chest, now trailing down his stomach, kissing and massaging every inch of his skin. You twirled with the nape of his happy trail, feeling his hard cock rut against you. “Please, princess.” You tease him with a few kisses to his clothed cock. “Good things come to boys who wait, baby. Just like how I had to wait months for you to listen to me,” you taunted.
Jack opened his mouth to give you a retort back, but you slipped his pants and boxers off, his hard cock hitting his stomach, shutting him up. Another whine left him instead, pre-cum leaking from his pink tip. “Need you so bad,” he moaned, “please…..”
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want, Jackie.” His cheeks flushed as he struggled to use his words. “Your mouth, princess, please.”
You motioned for him to flip onto his stomach, giving his soft ass a slap. Jack surged forward, loud moans leaving him as he felt your hands gripping his ass. “Oh my God, sugar, this is so fucking hot, ‘-m close already,” he choked out. “Oh sweetheart, I haven’t even started,” you teased.
You placed open mouthed kisses across his soft skin before parting his cheeks, giving his tight, pink hole kitten licks to test the waters. Jack’s moans filled the small room, echoing off the walls as your tongue kept teasing his opening. “FUCK, princess,” he fucking mewled, face pressed so hard against the pillows you wouldn’t be surprised if he asphyxiated. You put that in your back pocket to try at a later time and started moving between biting at the soft flesh of his curves and licking up and down his hole before entering him with your tongue, working in your finger with the lube you had handy.
Jack’s body glitched at this combination, giving you pushback as you entered him. “This ok, babe? Color?” Jack was barely hanging onto his consciousness as you ate him out like it was your last meal, spit dripping down your chin. Jack was shaking with need at this point- “if you stop I’m throwing away these fucking glasses,” he groaned. “If you’re still forming sentences, I think you’re ready for me, baby,” you cooed.
You slipped in a second finger, opening him up while he moaned your name like a mantra. “‘-m gonna cum, princess.” You felt him clench around your fingers before you pulled them out, leaving him gasping for air at the emptiness. “Please,” he begged you. You flipped him onto his back again, his eyes hooded with lust, face flushed with his hair sticking out from rubbing against the pillows. “Oh baby, you already look thoroughly fucked, huh? I know you can hold on for me a little longer, my good boy,” you hummed.
His eyes went wide at the sight of you adjusting your strap. He rutted against nothing, his body writhing in anticipation. You slathered lube on the toy before teasing his entrance with the tip, allowing him time to adjust to the new sensation. You and Jack watched as you gave him several slow thrusts, his body contorting in pleasure at each precise movement. “So-so good, s… s….. A-aahh!” he gasped as you pulled out, only to slam back into him, snapping your hips as you fucked him. Jack was reduced to babbling as he came without warning, the toy hitting his g-spot as you fucked him through his orgasm. Jack had tears running down his face, broken sobs ripping through him as thick, white ropes of cum spilled out of him onto his stomach.
“Such a good boy for me, baby, coming untouched. ‘-m so proud of you, my love, taking my cock like a champ.” You weren’t even sure if Jack registered you pulling out as you reached your own high, falling slack on his chest as you came down. You laid there, catching your breath, until Jack’s eyes snapped open.
“Holy fucking shit, princess, I think you killed me. I think I blacked out for a minute there, babe.”
You chuckled as you rolled over, getting up to grab a hot towel to clean yourselves up. “Glasses stay on during sex, baby.”
Jack smiled, tugging you closer to cuddle you. “I’m never taking them off, sweetheart. I love you, doll. Thank you for making me feel young again.”
“I love you, Jack. Thank you for trusting me. With your glasses, tonight. I know I tease you about being an old man, but you’re my old man. My freaky old man,” you wiggled your eyebrows.
You laid your head on his chest, feeling your eyelids droop as you listened to his steady heartbeat, feeling right at home.