Your fake dating Jack Abbot bc u want to make your ex bf jealous at work… he takes it more seriously than you do and wants more. please
anything for you // jack abbot
(a/n: yeah he'd go absolutely insane putting on the performance of his life. also if it ever became illegal to use that first pic of jack for fic headers, i'd be locked up so fast. its just TOO good. this is for my 200 to 2k writing spree, go request something if you haven't already :)
word count: 390
You'd expected Jack to play along for maybe an hour. A hand on the small of your back near the nurses’ station, a quick "yeah, we're seeing each other" if anyone asked. Enough for your ex to see it and feel something.
Jack sat a cup of hot coffee in front of you during a lull. "I don't drink that." you said, staring at it.
"You will today." He didn't even look up from the chart he was signing. "Your ex boyfriend is watching from triage."
You’d realize later you hadn’t asked him to keep track of where your ex was looking. Or to even bring you cups of coffee with a doting smile on his face. You hadn't asked him to do any of it and he kept doing it anyway.
By the second day, he was walking you to your car after a double. By the fourth, he'd started calling you honey in front of the residents, not only casually, but like it was easy. Like it wasn't a bit anymore.
You brought it up in the stairwell on the walk to your car after a shift. "You're really committing to this." you said, trying to keep it light.
Jack leaned against the rail, arms crossed. "Would it bother you if I said I wasn’t really committing to any bit."
You didn't have an answer ready.
You'd built this whole thing around what you ex would see, what he'd feel, whether he'd finally understand what he lost. But you'd hadn't stopped to think about why you went straight to Jack for this plan. You'd just thought about who would make a great boyfriend and you only saw Jack. You looked at him and thought who wouldn't love to come home to that.
"Jack.."
"You don't have to answer right now." He pushed off the rail, close enough that you had to tilt your head back. "But for the record. I wasn't doing this for your ex. Not since after the first day I agreed to this."
"Then why'd you keep doing it?"
He was quiet before he answered. "Because I like bringing you coffee you don't drink. I like walking you to your car. I like hearing myself call you honey." He smirked and shrugged. "Fake doesn’t feel like the right word for it.”
"So what happens when he stops watching?" You asked, not bothering to hide your growing smile.
"Nothing changes for me." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, unhurried, like the two of you had all the time in the world. "Question's whether it changes for you."
Husband! Sammy Bryant dealing with his horny drunk wife <3
MDNI 18+
warnings: intox, oral (f receiving), afab, a lot of whining lol, not read over srry <3
You’re whining into his neck, his big rough hands settled on your hips as you shove your face deeper into his freckled skin. He’s still in uniform, having picked you up from the bar after you called him tipsy and giggling and he came and took you home.
“Js’ call in” you whisper into his neck, slipping your skirt down your legs, your sticky panties following. “You know I can’t angel” he grunts lowly, hands squeezing at your bare flesh and his eyes fluttering shut as you kiss his neck.
“Sammy” you whine, falling back onto the bed and crawling up to the pillows as he watches you. You let your legs fall apart slowly, sticky wet pussy glimmering in the dim lighting of your shared home.
Sammy lets out a deep sigh, hand moving down to adjust his stiffening cock in his pants. “Baby.” he says sternly, “this isn’t fair.” He watches as you lower your left hand down, toying with your clit and your pretty wedding ring catching on the light.
“Just want my husband cock, s’ that so bad” you pout, big doe eyes blinking up at him. “You know I gotta get bac..” he trails off, his eyes glazing over as he stumbles towards you a bit. “You don’t want me anymore Sammy? That it?” You whine, finger pumping inside you.
His big hand is moving over his budge in his pants. “You know that ain’t it.” He growls, the walkie on his side beeping a loud crunchy ‘BRYANT’ as he curses. “I really do gotta go angel” he says lowering himself onto his on knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your sides.
He spits a couple times on your pussy as you gasp, watching it run down and coat your folds before he leans in and attaches his mouth to you, slurping it back up. He growls loudly into your cunt as you tug on his hair, his walkie still barking his name before he pulls away. “There, that should hold you over till m’ back hm?”
He leans over you, kissing you roughly before pulling back and then kissing you once more sweetly. “I love you, I’ll be back as soon as I get off” he knows you’ll be sleeping by the time he gets home, but that small taste of your cunt is enough to keep him going for a lifetime.
You whine as he pulls away, sleep already prominent in your voice and he chuckles, adjusting his pants one more time before leaving the house and locking the door.
summary: everyone always saw him as the weird cody brother, the guy who stared a few seconds too long at people nearby. but what happens when he meets a woman that is just as much of a looker as himself, maybe even more so? does he like the taste of his own medicine, or will he do everything in his power to avoid the one woman that actually makes him feel something other than lonely?
chapter contents: porn with plot!, spicy shower tension, pope gets hard drying you off, reader has a BUSH (WHAT UP BUSH NATION), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, missionary position, protected p in v sex (safe sex slays), little bit of cowgirl, you are both very vocal in bed :p
chapter word count: 2.9k
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the busted up station wagon squeaks as it rolls into the driveway of smurf's home. everyone, save for j and pope, got out of the car. you pause before shutting the car door, looking at pope with confusion. "where are you going?" your tone was filled with concern, as well as a bit of disappointment. "have to get j a new car." he asserted, climbing into the passenger seat. you let out a huff of disbelief, reluctantly stepping back as they leave the driveway once again. you glance over at craig and deran, who were already scooping up the bags of money and hauling them inside. you follow them, watching as they dumped all the contents out onto the dining room table. they high five each other in excitement before carefully counting out each of the stacks. deran stopped for a moment, glancing up at you. "thanks for saving our asses. these dickheads didn't believe me but i knew you'd be a good addition." he regarded you appreciatively. "don't talk as if i'm ever letting you rope me into this bullshit again." you scoff, though your tone was playful. you head off toward pope's room, hearing deran's laughter behind you.
you walk into pope's room, his familiar scent clinging to every corner of the room. exhaustion was starting to seep into your bones, but you knew you'd have to shower and freshen up before pope skinned you alive for getting anything in his room dirty. ignoring the consequences you'd face later on, you dug through his drawers and found an old pair of his sweatpants, along with a worn out t-shirt. you step into his bathroom, shutting the door behind you and starting the shower. you step in, letting the warm water cascade over your skin. you get to washing your hair, enjoying the feeling of your fingertips rubbing at your scalp. you let yourself zone out and relax a bit while the suds are flooded from your hair. you startle at the sound of a thump coming from pope's bedroom. the bathroom door flies open, pope's furious tone rings out, "what the fuck-" but he's cut short when he sees your bare body in his shower. "uhh... sorry- i didn't think you'd mind." you felt awkward, arms crossing to at least cover your chest.
pope couldn't be bothered to look away, his frustration rising again as the fog on the glass obscured your lower half from his view. "don't move." he ordered you, stepping back into the bedroom. you stand there, feeling hot for another reason besides the water. he returns with his own fresh clothes and towel, sitting all of it next to yours on the sink counter. you don't protest when he opens the shower door and steps in beside you. in any other situation, pope would have blown a gasket at the thought of someone else getting his shower all filthy. he would have had to scrub every nook and cranny inside and out. but with you, it's lke those worries never existed in the first place. his gaze greedily drops to your lower half, leaving you frozen like a deer in headlights. "andrew..." his name fell from your lips like a prayer. which was funny, considering that he ought to be the one praising you for saving his life earlier. you were like his angel in human form, sent from above. now, he wanted to prove that to you.
hardly ever would pope make the first move in a situation like this, but seeing you standing there, so obviously wanting the same thing. you were bare and vulnerable, yet ready, just like he was. "you can touch me." you encourage him, voice echoing off the glass walls of the shower. he didn't waste a second after you granted him permission, hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer. your noses are pressed against the other's, both already short of breath despite the lack of physical contact up until this moment. his eyes don't leave yours, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist as if you'd disappear the moment his grip loosened. he leans in, breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. the goosebumps erupt over your skin, heat pooling in your lower belly. his lips drag across the side of your neck before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your jawline. the sound of his labored breathing in your ear was enough to have your knees feeling weak. one hand came up to rest on his shoulder, the other tangling in his wet curls.
his breath hitched as your fingers curled into his hair. he continues to kiss along your jawline, eventually moving down the column of your throat. befor you two could make it any further, the water in the shower suddenly turns ice cold. which meant, likely, it wouldn't be back for a couple hours. you shriek at the temperature change, wrapping your arms tightly around him in a desperate search for warmth. pope actually chuuckles at you, making your heart melt even though you were shivering in his hold. he holds you close to him, helping you out of the shower. he grabs your towel first, helping you dry off. "you know i can take care of that-" "don't care, 'm already doing it." he cuts you off. you couldn't help but worry about the complaints that were looming at the lack of hot water in the house, but pope really couldn't care less.
a sudden idea popped in your head, snatching pope's towel before he could get to it. "that means i get to help you." you smirk, reaching up and gently ruffling his hair with the fluffy towel. however, that doesn't stop him from continuing to dry you off. he starts with your arms, moving to your back, then over your stomach. what you weren't expecting was for him to sink to his knees in front of you. your cheeks heat as he lifts your foot onto his knee and starts to dry off your leg. his eyes shamelessly travel up your bare body from this new angle. his firm but gentle touch doesn't waver as he works to dry off every little drop from your body. you stood there, his towel hanging loosely from your hand, eyes trained on him. before he sets your leg down, he presses a soft kiss to your knee, then moves onto the other. he repeats the same process on your other leg, including the kiss. but when he's done drying you, he doesn't stand up right away.
he grabs his own towel from your hand, leaving you to finish drying yourself up with your own. "you can handle the rest." the disappointment at his words was difficult to ignore. you watch him stare at the small tuft of hair between your legs for a little too long. "i don't think i can reach it all." the corny words had you cringing interally, but they landed just where they needed to within pope. the towel dangling from his hand did little to hide the raging hard-on he was sporting. tearing his eyes away from your center, he looks back up at your face. "okay." was all he could get out, throwing the towel over his shoulder. he takes your towel back, moving closer and cupping the back of your knee in his hand, gently lifting your leg. "hold onto the counter." he spoke softly before dropping back down to your knees and draping your leg over his towel-covered shoulder. he begins to gently dab the towel at every crevice between your legs, making sure to not leave a single drop of water behind.
a quiet sigh involuntarily escaped your lips as you felt his gentle touch on your most sensitive places. eyes flared wide, he stops mid-dry and decides to toss your towel back on the sink. without warning, he buries his face in between your legs. his nose rests comfortably in the soft curls between your thighs while his tongue licks curious stripes through your folds. the taste of you was enough to make him blow his load right then and there. your moans were music to his ears, and he did not take the encouragement lightly. he sucks on your clit, surprising himself at how well he seemed to be doing. "oh fuck- andrew, please… don't fucking stop." you whined, free hand threading through his wet curls. he whines against your sopping cunt, tongue lapping incessantly at your slick. he works at you for another minute before abruptly standing, catching you before you could lose your balance.
he lifts you into his arms with ease, carrying you back into the bedroom. on his way over, he kicks the bedroom door shut. he gently lays you down on the bed, spreading your legs once again and getting comfortable between them. he hooks his arms around your thighs before delving right back into your glistening folds. he can feel you writhing beneath him in pleasure, thighs fighting to clench around his head. his tongue probes your entrance, enthused by your moan of surprise. your back arches, hand flying back into his hair when he starts to thrust the muscle in and out of your aching hole. noting that you were getting close to the edge, he pulled away, earning himself a frustrated whine from you. "sit up." he ordered, hand cupping the back of your neck as you moved.
your eyes are glassy, the desire clouding every thought from your mind. in this moment, he never realized how badly he'd needed someone, specifically you. the way you looked at him made his cock twitch in anticipation. he's taken aback when your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you start to stroke him. your wrist is grabbed away. a firm 'no' was all he gave you, leaving no room for argument. "why not-" "because, i need to apologize to you properly for that stupid shit i said earlier." your eyes soften when you realize that he was still affected by that, the guilt was evident in his eyes. "andrew, i told you already. i forgave you because i knew what you said was out of fear." he couldn't deny the truth in your words, but it wasn't enough for him. unless he made it up to you the way he wanted to, he'd never get over it. "i can't- say the right words. just- just lay down, please." he pleaded with you. he guides you to lie down flat on the bed again, climbing on top of you. "we don't have to do this if you don't want to." you remind him, cupping his cheek in your hand. "i want you." was all he said before he leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss.
before long, you're gasping into each other's mouths again. while one of his hands moved behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair, the other slid down your body and right between your legs. two thick fingers slide inside of you. he swallows the moan that follows, gently guiding his fingers in and out of you, letting you get used to the stretch. "i can't wait anymore. i need you right fucking now." you pant impatiently against his lips. he pulls back momentarily, feeling around for the foil packaging in his nightstand drawer. "you keep those stocked?" you chuckle. "you get more play than i thought." your teasing tone did little to faze him. "i bought them last week." his brows are furrowed in concentration as he rips open the packaging and rolls the condom onto himself. "last week… did you buy them for us?" he doesn't answer your question, instead choosing to shove his tip inside you. before the loud moan can escape, you slap a hand over your mouth.
"don't fucking do that." he grunted, tearing your hand away and pinning it above your head. he gives you a couple seconds to adjust to the size of him before starting to move. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, humping into you with every ounce of restraint he had. once you eased up a bit more, his breath was coming out in short pants and moans when he picked up the pace. all of your limbs were wrapped around him tightly, nails creating red streaks across his shoulders, heels digging into his lower back. each of your moans are accentuated by every thrust, both of you far too gone to care about who could hear. "a-andrew…" your breath stutters as his hand reaches down to rub infuriatingly slow circles into your clit. you grab his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eye, causing his thrusts to falter for a moment. "look at me while you come." you instruct him, and he'd never deny you. a single tear slips from his eye as he feels himself growing closer to the edge. you lean forward, kissing away the tear while you start to buck your hips to meet his thrusts.
a frustrated groan comes from you when pope ceases all of his movements. he ignores it now that there was only one thought plaguing his mind. he needed you to be on top of him. he wordlessly slips out of you, flipping onto his back. you sit up immediately, glaring down at him. "are you trying to piss me off? because it's working." you practically bark at him. "get over here, then." he mumbles, grabbing your hips and helping you straddle him. he watches as you sink down on his cock, face still scrunced in frustration from being edged so unexpectedly. his hands anchor to your hips as you start to slam them down on him, feeling vengeful in your movements. his moans and whimpers were sending a rush of heat right down to your core, causing the obscene sounds of your bodies colliding to only get wetter. you lean down, slamming your lips against his, tongue invading his mouth. he laid there so willingly, letting you take all the control. "come with me, andrew, please." you gasp into his mouth. his hand is right back between your bodies, working at your clit once again. within seconds, a ragged groan tore from him as he spills helplessly inside the rubber. you were clenching around him tightly, riding out your orgasm with your face buried in his shoulder. he held you close to him the entire time, giving you encouraging kisses on the neck.
"hot water probably came back." he hesitated, not letting go of you, cock still buried inside you. that startles a laugh out of you as you kiss his cheek, "yeah, just need a second." a thought occurred to him as you slowly relaxed above him. "smurf has a bathtub." he offers, hand rubbing gently into your lower back. "not sure i can make it that far." you huff against his chest before finally sitting up. he gets out of bed, walking toward the bathroom, coming back seconds later with your towel in his hand. "put this on." he holds it up for you to wrap around your body. while you do that, he grabs fresh towels and the clothes. when you try to stand up, you wobble, ultimately falling back onto the bed. when you try again, pope just crouches down, hoisting you over his shoulder and heading out into the hallway. "you can't be serious." you grumble, smacking at his ass as he walks you to smurf's bathroom.
the others were too busy celebrating in the backyard to notice the two of you. "at least i was covered." you sigh when he sets you down in the bathroom. you watch him with amusement, eyes glued to his rear when he bends over to open the cabinet beneath the sink to get bubbles for the bath. "pick which one you want." you could hardly pay attention to his words, mesmerized by the amount of times he was bending over in front of you. that birthmark on full display as he starts the bath. he looks utterly confused when he turns around and catches you staring. "must have worked hard for that, huh?" you tease, giving him a light tap on the butt. if you were anyone else, you'd lose that hand. but instead, all he could do was stand there and blush like an idiot.
"i think this vanilla will be good." you hand the bottle to him, so he takes it over and dumps it into the running water. you walk over to the edge of the tub, sitting on it and letting the towel fall to the floor. you sit there, absentmindedly caressing his bare thigh while you wait for the tub to fill. "you bathe everyone you sleep with?" you glance up at him, enjoying the way his cheeks would only get redder. he just shakes his head in response. "you'll be the first and the last." he replies, leaning into your touch. once the tub is full, he turns off the faucet. you stand up, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek. he rests his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent. "i wasn't talking about the bath." he mutters against your skin. "i know you weren't." you smile, grabbing his jaw and kissing him softly.
alex's thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎: FINALLY THE SMUT HAS ARRIVED!!!!!
synopsis: two months, you've kept this situationship with jack under wraps. no one knows, and neither of you plan on telling anyone any time soon. but somehow, robby finds out. and he's pissed. just like any father would be when they find out their daughter is dating their best friend. but that's not what scares you. now that the secret's out, how is jack gonna react? 4.5k wc
warnings: dad's bsf so obvi age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is mid 20s), reader is robby's goddaughter but she calls him dad, robby calls reader bug, a couple uses of y/n sorry :/, cursing, smoking/vaping, allusions to past smut and masturbation so mdni, robby's a dick what's new, jack is so sweet with the reader, there's some daddy issues her duh, slight angst but there's a happy ending i promise !!!
here's the long awaited part two !! read part one here !
the next morning, jack buys you breakfast from a donut shop down the street. almost having your exact coffee order down to a t. the two of you spend hours talking about anything that came to mind. well, you did most of the talking while he just listened. kind of like last night. and when you inevitably have to leave so you can go home and clean up before your shift, he walks you to your car. even kissing you goodbye.
but after that night together, you had just assumed that jack would forget it ever happened. not that he seemed like the type of guy to do a one and done. but you'd rather assume the worst than hope for the best. however, he acted as if nothing had changed. if anything, it was like it changed for the better. he texts you whenever you come into his mind. which is almost all the time. it starts off as little things. like a simple 'good morning' or a quick check in here and there.
jack starts to hate working nights. not because of his crew. god, no. he knows he probably has the best one. but because it means whenever he has down time in between patients, he can't ask you how your day went, knowing his text will go unanswered since you're fast asleep. sometimes you'll respond on the nights that your insomnia is really bad. but then he'll start feeling guilty for keeping you awake. so he'll instead just text you a soft command about going to bed so you don't feel sick in the morning. he knows that you get really bad migraines the day after you don't sleep. something you mentioned in passing, by the way.
but the best part about working nights? it means robby's at work when jack's not. he'll catch a few hours of sleep before driving over to your place and taking you out for lunch. maybe a quickie in his truck if you're feeling up to it. and then he'll drive you to work, walking you inside. much to the amusement of your coworkers. he'll kiss you on the cheek, knowing how much you hate physical displays of affection, before wishing you a quiet goodbye before leaving. the first time he dropped you off, all of the girls turned to you and started giggling, asking who the mystery man was.
"he's just a friend," you replied, walking away to restock one of the cd shelves. one of the girls, shelby, rolled her eyes. "oh, yeah, sure. because a hot, older guy driving you to work and kissing you on the cheek is 'just a friend'."
but now, about two months later, it's normal for them to see jack around. because in said two months, you and him only grew closer. over time, the lines between whatever you had going on with him began to blur. it felt less like hookups and more like an actual relationship. not that you're really complaining. he's treated you better in these past few months than your ex ever did in those five years.
the only issue is having to hide it. like right now. football season had recently started, meaning every weekend possible, robby was over at jack's place. much to robby's surprise, you had requested if you could come along. when asked why, said that you just wanted to spend some time with your dad. not a total lie, but not the full truth. you definitely didn't want to tag along because his hot best friend was also your fuck buddy. no, definitely not.
robby sits on one side of the couch, with you sitting on the other. meanwhile, jack is lounging on his recliner. the same recliner he fucked you in about a week ago. you shake your head, attempting to forget that memory as you try and focus on the script in your lap. there was an audition coming for a side character in a thriller tv show. you highly doubt that you'll get the role, let alone a callback, but you're not ready to give up on your dreams just yet. both men let out a loud cheer when the team they're rooting for, the steelers, score another touchdown. a whistle blows, signaling that halftime has just begun.
"i'm gonna go get another beer. need anything, brother?" jack asks robby, slowly standing from the chair. he stretches his arm, making his shirt ride up just a bit. the waistband of his boxers peaks out, which definitely catches your eye. he's doing it on purpose, you realize. because the second your eyes land on the small strip of skin, he's already looking at you with a small smirk. you quickly avert your gaze back down towards your script. "nah, i'm all good. thanks though," robby replies, completely focused on the tv.
jack nods, walking behind the couch and to the kitchen. but as he passes, he lightly tugs on a couple strands of your hair. a silent tell to meet him in the kitchen. you wait a few minutes before saying, "i'm, uh, gonna get more soda." not as smooth as jack, but robby barely even glances at you before absentmindedly nodding.
when you enter the kitchen, jack's back is turned to you, washing some stray dishes at the sink. slowly, you creep up on him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. "hey, sweetheart," he coos, turning to face you. careful to dry his hands on his pants before touching you. "hi," you greet back. meeting you halfway, he captures your lips in a quick kiss. nothing but a wall separates you and him from your dad sitting in the living room. so unfortunately contact has to be kept to a minimum. "i've missed you," he whispers once pulling back. "you saw me last week," you reply.
"yeah, a week too long. been lonely without you. how you doing, huh?"
"i'm alright. been missing you too. the store recently got stock of that springsteen album you mentioned. i bought it and have it waiting in the apartment."
jack's face softens. "you shouldn't have done that. let me pay you back," he insists, but you shake your head. "you buy so much for me. the least i can do is buy you a record."
"you're amazing, you know that?"
you shrug, feigning humbleness. "so i've been told." he lightly pinches your side, making you squeal softly. "shh, baby, gotta be quiet, remember? you still coming in while i'm at work tomorrow?" he questions, a bit of hopefulness present in his tone.
"of course, jackie," you confirm. ever since moving in with robby, you've made a point to visit the pitt every monday. gifting the day shift with whatever baked goods you made over the weekend. and jack has started coming in earlier on said mondays. making up some excuse about wanting to make sure everything is prepared for the week ahead. definitely not because he wants to have a few minutes with you while locked in the supply closet.
"good. because they all miss you and your sweet treats."
"do they, huh? or do you?" you tease.
"can't it be both?" jack leans in to kiss you again, but then robby calls you both. halftime is over. an annoyed sigh escapes him as he leans forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder. you chuckle softly at all his incoherent grumbling. then pressing a kiss to his temple. all he wants is more time with you. but life keeps getting in the way. "tomorrow, okay? i will actually kiss you tomorrow," he promises. he instructs you to leave first, making sure to slip a soda in your hand to keep up the act. right before you leave, however, he lands a soft slap on your ass, causing you to glare at him playfully.
the next day, you show up at the pitt, just like you promised. it's eight o'clock, nearing the end of robby's shift. you can't find him when you enter through the ambulance bay, but langdon greets you warmly as he reaches out for some dessert. "what do you have for us today, lil robby?" ever since you've started stopping by both, he and a few of the other crew people on day shift have begun calling you 'lil robby' after your dad. it's not the cutest nickname, but it's the thought that counts. "uh, double fudge brownies," you reply.
"sounds amazing. hold on, these aren't laced are they? one time this lady brought in brownies to thank us, conveniently leaving out that they had weed in them."
"oh, yeah, jack told me about that the other night."
langdon looks at you suspiciously. even you know how it sounds. to the outside eye, you and jack are practically strangers. why would he tell you about a funny situation at work? thankfully, langdon isn't gonna push for an explanation. "if you're looking for your dad, he's with a patient. want me to go get him?"
"no, that's alright, i'll just drop them off with dana."
"alright, sounds good. thanks, again," he says, grabbing a brownie, maybe two, before going on his way.
you find dana where you expected her to be. right at the nurse's station. that bitchy nurse, monica, isn't around. she hasn't been since you first met her. thank god. instead, there's a new charge nurse in training, emma. a sweet girl. she says 'hi' to you as she passes by.
"hey there, honey. it's good to see you," dana says, pulling you into a hug. "your dad is busy right now."
"i know, langdon already told me. he'll be home soon, so i don't mind. i'm just gonna drop these off here, yeah? that way everyone can find them."
"that's alright with me," she replies. just then, jack comes in. eyes lighting up when he sees who's standing with dana. "hey, sweetheart," he greets, sliding up to stand beside you. your mutter a soft 'hi' in response. his hand rests on the small of your back just barely. enough for you to feel him, but not enough for anyone else to notice. except dana. because dana notices everything somehow. he nods at dana once before leaving to go to his locker.
as soon as he's gone, dana looks at you with that knowing look in her eyes. "what's going on between you and abbot, huh?"
"what do you mean?" oh, god. how did she figure it out? whatever... this is between you and jack had been contained for two and a half months. and you had done a pretty good job of keeping it hidden since then. but you're anxious look is answer enough for her. "i knew it."
damn her and how smart she is. "what? how did you know?"
"he's been happier than normal. brighter and less tense. besides, he has that look in his eyes whenever someone mentions your name. i haven't seen him with that look since..." her voice trails off, sentence unfinished. but she doesn't need to for you to know who she's talking about.
jack's wife. she passed just over a decade ago. he's told you things about her here and there. how beautiful she was. how kind hearted she was. how she was the one who kept him from quitting his job when things got a little too hard one night. from what he's told you, she sounds like she was a wonderful lady. so to have dana somewhat put you on the same pedestal as her... it's intimidating.
"well, we're not dating, though. we just hook up every once in a while," you try and explain. "then maybe you should tell jack that, honey," dana replies. someone calls her name, pulling her away from you shortly after. you look for your dad, who you still can't find. before looking for jack, who you now can't find.
ultimately, you decide to just head home and catch some sleep before work tomorrow. but even as you crawl under the covers and lay your head on the pillow, dana's words still stick with you. "maybe you should tell him that." you wonder what she meant by that.
you never get the chance to find out, though. because his line of work never sleeps. jack gets called in early almost every single day this past week. every single time it happens, he texts you with one of those sad faces you taught him how to do. this one :(. he hates it. not being able to see you. but he'll take all the quick phone calls he can get while on the way to work. you haven't told him about what dana said. you figured that that kind of conversation was better to have in person and face to face.
the time you end up seeing him isn't until a week later.
you come into the pitt, this time with cupcakes, and place them down at the nurse's station. unfortunately, you're not greeted with the familiar smile of dana. nor are you greeted with emma's warm smile. no, you're greeted my monica. and barely at that. she glances up at you, rolling her eyes. she does a piss poor attempt at trying to hide it, but you catch her anyway. "bringing cupcakes into an emergency department? are you serious?" she sneers.
"it's just for the workers in case they get hungry," you explain. you even try to give her a cupcake as a peace offering, but she's having no part of it. "i didn't say i wanted one, did i?" she snaps at you. saved by the bell, or the man, jack comes from around the corner to your rescue. "hey, sweetheart, it's good to see you. how about you come with me?" he says hurriedly, not even sparing a second glance to monica.
gently, he grabs your wrist and tugs you over to the storage closet down the hall. "thank you, jackie," you whisper once inside the small space. his response is pulling you into a breath stealing kiss. one hand on your waist, the other tangled in your hair. your hands reach up to rest on the front of his chest. fingers curling into the black fabric of his shirt. you needed this. both of you did. he taps you on your side twice, a silent command to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. which you do without a second thought.
jack's hands come down to cup the bottom of your ass, before holding you up against the wall. he breaks the kiss to start kissing down your neck. he gently bites on your pulse point, making you whimper. he shushes you softly, reaching up one of his hands to slip his thumb into your mouth. something small for you to suck on and keep you quiet. "you're so warm, baby. i missed this. missed you," he says against your neck. "been thinking about you all week, you know that? about you and your body. how pretty you looked on top of me those two weeks ago riding my cock. fuck, couldn't stop touching myself to you."
the memory sends a shiver down your spine. you hadn't forgotten about that shared night, either. it was the most recent, sexual encounter with jack, so it was the one you thought about when touching yourself late at night. but your fingers never felt as good as jack's. not as good as they feel dipping into the waistband of your jeans. his thumb slips free from your mouth, giving you the chance to speak. "jackie, aren't you needed out there?" you worry softly. "no, i got a few minutes, baby. you can come fast, can't ya?" he teases, and you nod rapidly. "yeah, good girl, i know you can."
but it doesn't go much farther than some over the clothes stuff. in the heat of the moment, jack forgot to make sure that the door was locked. with him being older, he doesn't hear it at first. but you do. the clicking of the door being opened makes you perk up and push his hands away. you do your best to smooth down your clothes and hair in the two seconds you have. it doesn't help that you end up face to face with your dad. "brother? i was looking for you and monica said-" robby begins to say, but his voice trails off.
both you and jack realize just how bad this looks. there's no way of lying out of this one. why would a good-looking guy and a pretty woman be hidden away in a closet together if not doing nefarious activities? it doesn't help that jack is sporting a huge hard on right now. which he does his best to cover with his hands. "are you fucking serious?!" robby exclaims, his voice booming. "dad, please, i can explain," you try and say, but he wants to hear no part of it. "i don't wanna hear anything from you, do you understand?" he snaps, silencing you immediately. robby got annoyed at you, sure, but never angry before. not like this. "both of you outside. now."
he turns his back to you both, assuming that you'll just follow. which the two of you do. walking through the emergency department, you notice how nearly everyone is silent and looking at the three of you. some are looking at you with pity, while others don't even attempt to look due to awkwardness. but there's one that sticks out. monica. she's looking at you with nothing but smug on her face. you feel ashamed like a kid who just got caught with their hand stuck in the cookie jar. but even now, jack pulls you closer and forces your head to rest in his neck. if you can't see them, they can't see you. and if anyone even dares to say anything, he'll say something back.
once you're outside, robby turns back around to look at you two. "you get your hands off her right now," he commands, and jack listens. but he doesn't allow you to go far. instead, he moves his body to stand in front of you, blocking you from robby's piercing gaze. "listen, before you start, don't go and get mad at her. this was all my idea, okay? she didn't do anything," jack says, arguing in your favor. which you appreciate, but he's making himself sound like some weirdo. "jack, what are you doing?" you whisper to him, tugging at the back of his shirt. "helping you out," he replies.
"no," you say, moving to step between the two men.
"no?" they ask in unison.
"yeah, no. i wanted this too, just as much as jack did. he didn't force or coerce me into anything. i chose this. so if you should be mad at anyone, be mad at me."
robby just stares at you. for a second you think that this whole thing has just been finished on under five minutes. but then he says, "i just can't believe you. i thought you were smarter than this. you're just so young and he's..."
"he's younger than you," you retort. "but he's still almost twenty years your senior!" he argues back. those words act as the catalyst. the two of you start going at it, yelling about anything and everything that comes to mind.
jack can barely make out what you say, because your voices are so loud and heavy they start to overlap each other. but what he does notice is how similar you two are. he can tell that robby was the man who practically raised you. shit, he wouldn't even be surprised if robby turned out to actually be your father. the two of you have that same line between your eyebrows when angry. the same stance of your hand on your hips or your arms crossed over your chest.
"uh, robinavitch?" dana asks, stepping outside.
"what?" both you and robby ask in unison. if it weren't for the tense situation, jack would probably make a joke about how the two of you look like twins at the moment. "not you, honey," she says sweetly at you. but her expression hardens when she looks over at robby. "you. get inside, now." robby sighs, rolling his eyes and rubbing harshly at his forehead. "we're not done, understand?" he says before following after dana.
the second he's gone, you feel as if you can breathe again. a shaky sigh escapes you, as well as a tear. and then another. then another. before you know it, you're completely breaking down in the middle of the ambulance bay. jack is there to comfort you. pulling you into the tightest hug imaginable while rubbing circles on your back. "just breathe, baby, breathe. you're okay," he coos. "how about you head over to my place for the night, okay? unless you wanna go to yours?"
you shake your head. "no, i-i wanna stay at your place."
"okay, baby. still got your key?" he asks, which you nod.
"alright, head there and get some sleep. i'm calling you out of work tomorrow. you need it." jack kisses your head, then your cheek, before pressing a quick one on your lips. "i love you, baby," he murmurs. a look of panic washes over him at his choice of words. no fucking way. his first 'i love you' and it's right after getting into a verbal tussle with your dad. it's a fucking dick move. but then all his worry goes away when you whisper, "i love you too, jackie." that makes him smile. "keep my bed warm for me tonight, alright?" he commands gently, before sending you away with a soft love tap on your ass.
the shift is long and grueling and completely awkward. dana forces robby to go home shortly after the whole debacle, and jack watches as his friend glares at him the whole way out. he can't blame him for being upset. if the roles were reversed and robby was secretly banging jack's daughter, he'd be pretty pissed off too. but jack loves you. god, he loves you so much. he's not in it for just the sex like most older guys would be. sure, the sex is amazing, but he loves your smile.
he loves that little snort laugh you have whenever you watch your little youtube videos. he loves watching you perform all your lines in front of him while he sits on the couch. and he loves the look you get in your eyes when you watch him while lying in bed. you look at him like he hung the moon and stars himself.
once he's home, jack shrugs off his jacket and backpack onto the hanging rack before slipping off his shoes by the door. he heads towards his room, ready to crawl into bed with you, but you're not there. he checks the bathroom, you're not there either. you weren't downstairs in the living room or by the pool. now he's worried. but then he notices that the balcony door is cracked open. he makes his way out there, which is where he finds you.
you're wrapped up in one of his hoodies and a pair of your shorts, legs pulled up tight to your chest. a cigarette hangs between your pointer and middle finger. you probably haven't noticed him yet, and he doesn't wanna scare you. so he slowly sits down beside you on the empty chair. you glance at him then, but don't say anything. you don't wanna talk, that's okay. he's not gonna force you to. instead, he just sits. and waits.
the moment feels so reminiscent to the night you first met. but yet, it feels like the beginning of the end. you don't know what jack is gonna say. is he gonna break up with you? technically, you're not even together, so can he even do that? either way, you don't want him to. you just wanna keep him forever, but you feel like forever is slowly slipping away from you. the thoughts become too much, and you need answers now, so you blurt out, "are you breaking up with me?"
"huh?" jack asks, eyes bugged out wide.
"are you breaking up with me? which, i don't think is possible because we're not dating. but i just-" you take a hit of the cigarette to calm down, "i just need to know, jack. are you breaking up with me?" you repeat.
that... wasn't what he was expecting from you. like, at all. "i'm not breaking up with you, baby, why would you think that? besides, i thought we were dating...?" he questions, a bit confused.
now it's your turn to be confused. "really? since when?"
"since the night we slept together," he replies, as if it was so obvious. "are you serious?" and he nods in response. "well, how come you never told me?" you ask. jack shrugs. "i thought you knew. i made it pretty clear." he's always been a gentleman. he was raised by his mother to be respectful and kind to any and all women he comes in contact with. that's how he was with his wife. that's how he is with you. if he had known that he had to tell you outright, he would've done it.
"oh..." you murmur. "i'm sorry, i didn't know." he shakes his head, kissing your temple.
"don't apologize, baby. that's on me. but i'm not breaking up with you, okay? what happened with robby is not gonna scare me away. it takes a lot to do that, baby," he promises.
"i just, i feel like i've messed everything up, jackie. dad's not gonna want to talk to me."
"that's not true. you didn't mess anything up, sweetheart. he'll come around, he always does. robby's just a stubborn asshole, kind of like someone i know," he teases, bumping your shoulder with his.
you playfully roll your eyes and shove him lightly. he catches your hand in his, pressing a kiss on each knuckle. "how 'bout we head to bed, yeah?" he offers. "i took tomorrow off, so we can sleep in as late as you want." you nod, letting him pull you up to stand. you put out the cigarette on the little ash tray that jack bought for you to keep outside.
you sit on the bed while he excuses himself to change and get off his prosthetic. when he comes back, you're nearly passed out. slowly, he crawls under the covers with you, tugging you into his side. your head rests right under his chin, on top of his chest.
you're not sure when robby will talk to you. maybe tomorrow, maybe a week from now. you hope that he does, because at the end of the day, he's still your dad. blood related or not. but you're not alone anymore. you have jack, and for now, that's all you need.
ugh you’re so right, he’s so classic husband in terms of nicknames <3
he’d be making pancakes reaaaalllyy early on a saturday morning, still in his boxers and sleep tee. padding around the kitchen and clapping his hands together to get rid of the excess flour on him. going back to flip the pancakes, flipping the chocolate chip ones that he made for you. calling out over his shoulder, just loud enough to break you out of your sleepy daze upstairs, “babydoll, come down, pancakes are done!”
or calling you after a patrol that genuinely feels like a nightmare, whispering into his phone the second he gets a moment away. his chin tucked to his chest as he paces, one thick hand shoved in his dress-pant pocket when he finds something in it.
one of your hair ties, probably from the last time he came home & plucked it out of your hair to see your locks cascade & hear the relieved sigh you let out. twirling it in between his fingers, he sighs into the phone at the sound of your sweet voicemail; it is late.
“hey babydoll. just wanted to call and check in, today was… it’s just been so shitty. and i miss you, and i love you. i can’t wait to come home and see you. i found your lil hair tie so-so i am feeling better cause now i have a piece of you with me. my little friend through the rest of my paperwork, i guess. anyways, i’ll be home soon. alright, bye.. love you.”
everyone needs to hear about the situation in india right now. the youth of this nation are going through hell and back to protect the foundations that our country was built on in the first place, while the adults who are supposed to actually be in charge try to silence our voices.
NEET, which is an exam taken by millions of students per year and is the ONLY gateway for medical admissions across the country, had its papers leaked. so many took their lives because this exam meant everything for their future. and NTA, the agency who conducts this exam, was not held accountable.
there was national backlash. cockroach janta party (initially a satirical political party formed by abhijeet dipke in retaliation to the remarks of the chief justice of india calling the youth "cockroaches" and "parasites of society") started protests at jantar mantar, demanding the resignation of the union education minister, dharmendra pradhan. the movement also asked for ten million inr (~100,000 usd) in compensation for the families of students who died by suicide and wanted NTA be held accountable.
sonam wangchuk, a climate activist and education reformer, also went on a hunger strike at jantar mantar to protest against this corruption in india's higher education system. his fast began on june 28, demanding the resignation of the union education minister. his fast lasted for 20 days until delhi police FORCIBLY removed him and admitted him to safdarjung hospital on july 18.
because of this, cockroach janta party announced "chalo sansad," a march to the parliament beginning on june 20th, 9:00 am ist. but the police seems to be responding with water cannons, mobile jammers, and baton charge. all of this, because of a peaceful protest led by people no older than 30.
and yet there has been absolutely no indian media coverage about a movement that spans the entirety of this nation. so, please, if you see this, keep talking about us. we will not let those old bastards stoop any lower than they've already had. we will not let them ruin our country any further. we will not be silenced
as i said previously, NEET is the only entry point for medical courses across the country and is also required for admissions abroad. an average aspirant dedicates 1500-2500 hours annually for 2 years to this exam because it dictates the course of their careers. now, the question papers didn't leak themselves. they were illicitly bought by coaching institutes for hundreds of thousands of rupees. imagine already being mentally crushed due to the rigorous preparation you have to do, but then you realise all that was for nothing because people will just buy their way up and achieve higher ranks than you could with hours of preparation. that would destroy 𝘢𝘯𝘺 individual, and these are high schoolers we're talking about.
summary: you find yourself stuck for a way home after a night out you weren’t meant to go to in the first place. you couldn’t call your father, and your drunk illogical next option was your dad’s best friend you had had a crush on since you were a kid.
content warning: 18+, MDNI. reader is robby’s daughter, age gap (reader is in college, but no age is specified), dad bf!jack, alcohol mentioned, porn with plot, reader is intoxicated at the beginning but sobers up, reader teases jack in a diner, petnames (kid, sweetheart), eventual smut - oral (f. receiving), on the counter, robby is sleeping in the other room
a/n: this idea actually originated from something i saw on tiktok!! title from ‘we’ll never have sex’ by leith ross, pictures used above are for aesthetic purposes only and are not meant to represent the reader! this is not at all proofread, so pls lmk about any mistakes you see!!! reblogs and comments are always very valued and appreciated <3 love u all
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the only thing keeping you from shivering on the side of the cold street was the warmth of alcohol running through your veins.
your friends had all decided to go to another club while you were in the bathroom. you didn’t know if they had left you on purpose or if they had been too drunk to notice their numbers were down.
you prayed it was the latter.
unfortunately for you, you had spent the last of your money on some overpriced dramatic cocktail and you were left with nothing to get you home or back to a friends house.
you sat on the curb, eyes squinting to look at the contacts you were currently scrolling through on your phone.
there was one name you kept going back to. you only hesitated because you didn’t know if he was working a night shift, and you hated to interrupt him while he worked.
the very same name belonged to the one man you had a crush on since you were a child. he was in your house almost as often as your own father. they were a pair that were rarely apart.
after awhile of deliberation and mental back and forth, you decided you had no other choice. jack would help you with zero hesitation, and the lecture would come after the whole situation was over.
you dialled his number and brought your phone up to your ear with a sigh. this wasn’t the ending to the night you’d envisioned.
you straightened up when the dial tone ended and a familiar exhausted voice sounded on the other end.
“hello?” jack groaned, his voice gruff and confused. “it’s two AM, who is this?”
you bit your lip and fidgeted with your skirt. “hi, jack. it’s me. i’m sorry for calling.” you mumbled, trying your hardest to keep the slur out of your voice. “i’m kinda, uh.. i couldn’t call my dad. i need to be picked up.”
the sound of shuffling instantly rang through from jack. “are you okay? what’s wrong?” he immediately questioned, already getting out of bed and reaching for his prosthetic that sat beside his bed frame.
“i was drinking with some friends and they left. i don’t have a way home. and i couldn’t call my dad because he didn’t want me to go in the first place.” you rambled, eyes squeezing shut as your words fell out faster than you could process.
jack groaned as he pulled on the clothes closest to him that he could find, frowning as he realised you were drunk.
“how much have you drank? you’re slurring.” he commented, trying to gauge how far gone you were.
you clicked your tongue in your cheek and hummed in thought. “a bit. i drank a bit.” you decided.
jack didn’t buy that for a single second, but decided not to push over the phone. “just send me your location and i’ll come pick you up, okay? please stay put and stay safe. don’t talk to anyone.” he said firmly, already walking out his front door with his keys in his hands.
the twenty minutes it took for jack to find you felt like forever when you were drunk.
you barely even noticed when jack pulled up in his truck in front of you. he sighed and got out of the car when he realised you were distracted.
“you need to be more aware of your surroundings.”
his voice made you snap your head up, blinking slowly as you took him in. he was wearing black sweatpants and a grey t shirt and his hair looked messy and unkempt.
you smiled up at him, eyes wide and glassy as he came to your side. “hi, jack!” you chirped happily.
“hey, sweetheart. come on, let’s get you up.” jack hummed, bending down with a grunt to pull you up from your armpits. you swayed as you stood up, hands reaching to steady yourself with jack’s arms.
he helped you into his passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt and nodding as you talked mindlessly.
by the time jack had made his way back to the drivers seat, you were fidgeting with the heating. “how do i make it hotter?” you frowned when you realised he was watching you.
he silently reached over and turned it up for you.
“am i bringing you home?” jack asked as he turned the car back on. his head whipped up the second you started panicking.
“no, i cannot go home! my dad will kill me!” you practically shouted. jack chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought of where he could bring you.
“have you eaten? are you hungry?” you thought for a second at his question.
“yeah, i could eat.” you decided, watching him with a look in your eye he had never seen before.
“alright. let’s go get some food.” jack nodded, setting off for a diner he knew was nearby.
the 24 hour diner was cold and bright, making you wince as you stepped inside with jack in front of you. you followed him to a table in the corner, clumsily climbing into the booth as jack sat opposite you.
you reached for the menu as jack watched you, trying to take in the fact he was currently sitting across from his best friend’s drunk daughter in the middle of the night. why had you called him?
he was glad you called him. he was glad you had enough sense to ask someone you trust to pick you up rather than someone random at the club.
but on the other hand, the situation was really testing his conscience.
jack had never seen you more than anything but robby’s daughter. he had loved you in a way that was protective. but when you had come home from college one summer after not seeing you for months, jack realised the new you was nothing like the awkward girl he had known.
you were more confident in yourself and now challenged him in ways that surprised him.
he knew robby would kill him if he knew how he now thought of you.
and it would be even worse if he found out that jack was pretty sure you had felt the same way.
“i think i want a milkshake.” you blurted out, grinning widely as you stared back at jack.
jack sat up and cleared his throat. “you can get a milkshake. but you need to eat, too. choose some food or i will for you.” he said slowly.
you sighed before going back to reading the menu. “fine. i’ll get a burger.” you shrugged.
he nodded in approval, taking the menu for you so that the waitress could take it up easily. jack ordered for you, getting only a coke for himself.
“why aren’t you eating anything?” you questioned when the waitress left with the orders. you kicked your feet beneath the table.
“because you’re drunk and have been up for hours and i was sleeping less than an hour ago.” jack told you. you had forgotten you woke him up.
you slouched down on the table in front of you, head resting in your elbow. “i’m sorry i woke you.” you apologised quietly. “i kinda just wanted to see you.” you admitted.
jack blinked in surprise at the admission. “you wanted to see me? you couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?”
you rolled your eyes, sitting up and resting your chin on the palm of your hand. “i didn’t want my dad to be there. i want to see you, not him.”
the wide room suddenly felt very small. you were looking at him in a way that told him you trusted him. that you trusted him way too much than you should.
he shook his head and looked away. “don’t say that.” he mumbled. you were about to pipe up and ask why but your food and drinks arrived.
the milkshake was colourful and bright. you weren’t sure you had ever seen anything more appetising in your life.
you took a large gulp and immediately hummed in approval. “that is the sweetest thing i have ever tasted.” you claimed, pushing it towards jack with urgency.
jack raised an eyebrow as you gave it to him. he didn’t particularly want something so sweet so late but he decided he would do it purely just to humour you.
the taste surprised him. you were right, it was quite sweet. and he was absolutely sure you would have a sugar crash if you drank the whole thing.
before he could stop himself, his mind slipped down a more perverted path. he began to think about how sweet you would taste. he’d be sure you would be the best thing he’d ever taste and feel on his tongue in his whole life.
he was shook out of, or rather dragged further, into his thoughts when he felt something at his shin. he met your eyes to see you looking at him in anticipation. “can i have my drink back?” you asked, rubbing his leg with your foot.
“stop that.” he said firmly as he slid your glass back over. but you didn’t stop. if anything, you lifted your foot higher.
you gave him an innocent look that he knew was an act. “stop what? i’m not doing anything.” you protested.
jack grunted as his hips jerked forward when the heel of your boot nudged his crotch. he didn’t even know you could reach that far with your foot. “hey.” he warned, his eyes steady.
you made a show of pulling the straw into your mouth, sucking on it harder than you needed. you pressed against his crotch again, watching as he stifled a groan.
jack mentally cursed himself as he felt the bulge growing between his legs. he didn’t know if you could feel it or not.
“you need to stop it. i’m way older than you and i’m your father’s best friend. and most importantly, you’re drunk.” jack spoke slow and serious. the way he was looking at you made you feel extremely nervous.
“you know i’m not a kid anymore. i turned eighteen years ago. i haven’t been a kid for awhile.” you countered, firm in your own words and choices. yes, maybe you were still a little intoxicated, but you were definitely sober enough to know what you were thinking and doing.
the tension was thick across the table. the murmurs from the few other people in the place and the tv playing quietly were the only things keeping you *both* from doing something they couldn’t take back.
jack pushed your foot from his crotch (very gently), then shifted to ensure no one could see how hard he was right now.
“finish your food so we can go. you need to sober up before i bring you home so you can sneak inside before robby realises i stole his daughter.” you huffed at his demand, reaching for the burger and taking a reluctant bite. the burger definitely was not the thing you wished you were eating right now, but you can’t win them all.
you waited by jack’s side as he paid for the food and chatted to the cashier, his casual charm working on everyone just like it had you. you rocked back and forth on the balls of you feet as you watched him.
you didn’t know when he went from ‘dads best friend’ to ‘hot older man’ in your eyes. his hair had turned from the auburn curls you grew with to the greying hair you now wish you could run your hands through.
his clothes had somehow turned from boring old man clothes to t shirts that enunciated his muscles and hugged his biceps at the cuffs.
he was now your wet dream instead of the man who had paid more attention to your childhood than your actual father. well, that second part was still true. you would pay money that robby didn’t even know what college you were attending, while jack could tell someone exactly what course you were doing.
you were snapped out of your thoughts by jack clicking his fingers in front of your face. “you okay? you look distracted.” he asked in suspicion. “everything’s paid for, let’s go.”
you followed him like a puppy, moving your legs faster to keep up with his bigger strides despite the fact he technically only had one leg. you managed to get yourself into the car this time, head resting against the cool window as jack started the car.
you had felt stupid for what you done in the diner. you felt stupid for assuming he felt the same. he probably just thought of you as a naive little girl, you concluded.
jack glanced to you and it was almost like he read your mind. it often felt like he could make sense of your mind more than you could yourself. he always knew how to comfort you no matter what you were feeling.
“kid, don’t worry about what happened in there.” he mumbled, his hand reaching to squeeze your thigh.
the heat seemed to creep from the spot his hand was holding you all the way up to your chest and then your face. the sensation was unfamiliar but definitely not unwelcome.
you didn’t respond. you wanted to see where he would take it.
“you’re robby’s daughter. you know i can’t act on anything. it’s just.. not something i can do with a clean conscience.” jack confessed, making your breath catch.
you turned to look at him. his face was hard to make out in the darkness, but you could see how much it was taking him to hold back. you wet your lips before speaking again. “but you want to?” you whispered, covering the hand on your thigh with your own.
he took in a deep breath, keeping his eyes firmly on the road ahead of him as he started approaching the same street he had watched you grow up on.
“sweetheart, please.” his posture was straight and his hand was gripping the steering wheel tightly. he pulled the one on your thigh from under your much smaller hand. “i have too much to lose.”
you tensed at his words. it was almost like you had been expecting them. “am i not enough to gain?” the words left your mouth so quietly he barely heard it.
he didn’t reply, but you knew he had heard you.
the car clock read ‘3:14 AM’ by the time you had gotten home. jack didn’t move to look at you, he just waited for you to get out of the car.
when you didn’t move, he turned to look at you from the warm light coming in from the streetlights outside. “why aren’t you getting out?” he almost growled.
you didn’t respond verbally. you bit your lip and thought about what you were about to do, but you couldn’t find a reason to stop yourself.
before jack could react, you leaned over to cradle his face in your hands, crashing your lips onto his. he didn’t pull away for a few long seconds, if anything he kissed you back harder, but he suddenly pulled away, causing you to fall back into the passenger seat.
“jack, what the fuck?”
“get out. now.”
“but-“
“get out!”
you winced at the sharp snap. you looked at him silently to see if he was serious, and when he didn’t take it back, you hurried to get out of the car.
you quickly walked around the car with tears brimming in your eyes, your grip tight on your purse as you willed yourself not to cry until you were back in your bedroom.
jack rolled down the window to call out to you, but you didn’t hear what he said. you never wanted anyone to see you ever again.
the next few weeks had been some of the worst of your life. you hadn’t realise how involved jack was in your life and routine, and his absence in your home since that night had been noticeable between both you and your dad.
robby updated you every time jack cancelled plans, and you had quickly realised the only plans he seemed to cancel were the ones where he would have to see you.
you lay awake at night wondering if he even thought about the kiss. you wondered if the feeling of your lips was melted onto his the same way his were to yours.
he probably shoved it out of his mind and pretended it didn’t happen. it meant absolutely nothing and now he wanted nothing to do with you, even if it was how things were before.
you spent showers crying, totally convinced you’d ruined one of the only stable things in your life. you were too selfish and childish to even consider the consequences, so why would you have deserved the relationship?
the dinner where your father told you jack was coming to stay the night tomorrow made you immediately freeze. he was coming over to see robby and would no doubt steer clear of you the whole time, but the thought of him being back in your space sent a warmth running through your system.
you had spent the whole next day getting ready. you made sure to wear something nice that wouldn’t tick robby off but that jack would definitely take notice of.
when you heard the achingly familiar voice downstairs, your heart flipped in your chest. you rushed down the stairs, stopping halfway down when you saw jack standing in the doorway speaking to your dad.
“hi, jack.” you piped up cautiously, not knowing how he’d react.
both of the men’s heads moved to look at you, but only one set of eyes looked like their heart had stopped.
“oh, hey.” jack cleared his throat. “robby told me you were going out with friends.” he said sharply, definitely sharper than he intended.
your shoulders dropped at the fact he decided to come over the one night he thought you weren’t going to be here. you shook your head and made the rest of the way down the stairs.
“nope. home all day!” you said cheerfully with a smile so wide even robby could tell it was fake, but neither of the men said anything out loud.
“well, me and your dad are going to be outside. you probably have a lot of college work to catch up on.” jack said matter of factly. you knew that was your cue to leave, and you weren’t stupid enough to ignore it. you knew that whatever jack had thought about that night, it was causing him to lash out now.
the next and only time you re-emerged that night was after robby had long gone to bed while jack stayed downstairs in the guest bedroom.
you made sure to put on your shortest shorts and tank top before entering the kitchen in hopes that jack would be there, finally alone.
and luckily for you, he was.
“what are you doing?” he asked immediately as he saw you, his hand gripping the counter. you raised an eyebrow and paused. “this is my house?”
he didn’t respond, only grunted under his breath.
“you know jack,” you began. “it’s been like radio silence from you the last few weeks. why is that?” you were trying to provoke a reaction from him, whether it was angry or apologetic. either was better than ignorance.
“why do you think?” you shrugged at his rhetorical question. you were trying your hardest not to stare at his bulging biceps.
“i’m not too sure.” you drawled. “since i remember you indirectly telling me that this, *i*, was something that you wanted to do. you just aren’t man enough to do it.”
jack’s jaw tightened as he took in a large exhale. “what is this? what are you trying to do? get your dad to kill us both?” he hissed as you got closer to him.
“no. i see how you look- well, used to look at me before that night. i know that you want the same thing i do.” you said softly, hands reaching to press on his chest.
you saw how he tried to cover the erection he was getting, but you saw it instantly. your hands moved to his arms before pressing your whole body against him.
jack’s eyes were shut tightly, his body tense and fighting internally with its desires and its own personal restrictions.
you leaned up on your toes to reach his ear. “i want you.” you whispered, nipping at his ear playfully. “i know you want me too.”
you all but yelped as he swiftly grabbed your waist and lifted you onto the counter beside you both.
your heart was racing and your panties were soaked as he settled between your thighs. “you think i want you?” he grumbled as he held you close. “i need you. it’s been killing me.”
the counter was cold against your ass, but the heat of his hands on your thighs made you shiver in a way that was desperate. your hands tangled their way into jack’s hair as he knelt down in front of you, helping you shuffle your shorts and panties off.
you covered your own mouth with your free hand as jack wasted no time in licking at your clit. you whined as he lapped at the arousal leaking from your pussy with his tongue flat, hands squeezing your thighs as a way to ground himself.
your hips jerked towards his face as he parted your folds, his nose nudging against your already throbbing clit. you has been so cocky and confident only moments ago, and now jack was about to make you cum with just his tongue in minutes.
“fuck!” you gasped as your thighs clenched around his head, tugging at his hair as you rutted against his face. jack groaned into your pussy, his tongue working effortlessly under you.
jack could instantly tell you were about to cum when you started to whine above him as your thighs began to shake. it only urged him further, briefly pulling himself out of your cunt to suck on your clit.
that was all you needed to cum. you tried your best to muffle it, hips jerking against his face weakly as you rode out your orgasm.
by the time you had come down, jack was now standing in between your thighs again, his chin and mouth soaked with your slick.
he dipped down to kiss you messily, whining against his lips as you tasted yourself. you were already moving to palm his cock, but he shook his head and pulled away. “no sweetheart, not tonight. another time.” he mumbled as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
“why? you’re so.. hard.” you said with a frown.
“because, that was me showing you what i wanted to do that night you kissed me. i wanted to taste you, all of you, not ignore you. but i- i didn’t think you actually wanted it or me.”
his words made your face soften. “no, i want you. i want all of you, jack, i promise. and i don’t care what my dad says.”
summary: your boyfriend proves that loving you is as easy as breathing.
pairing: jack abbot x girlfriend!reader
tags: afab reader, pre-established relationship, an age gap mentioned but not specified, reader described as having longer hair, domesticity, fluff, acts of service jack abbot, talks of failed last relationships (reader), just some cutie stuff
word count: 1.5k
notes: gentle jack abbot my love
“I’ll handle it, honey.”
A common statement inside of your household, however it never seems to fall from your lips. Instead, your boyfriend seems to be holding it hostage, consistently ready to fix whatever problem you may have. Even when you complained about a problem and already told him about the solution you’d planned in your head, he had handled it before you could even get home from work.
Once you were within the four main walls of your shared apartment, you didn’t have to worry about a single thing. Jack worked nights and yet still managed to get everything done during the day while you were gone, leaving your clean laundry folded on the bed and an empty sink. When you complained about the fact that you felt like you weren’t helping at all, he simply kissed you on the forehead with a hand on your bicep and told you that you helped by just sitting down and looking pretty.
This morning, as a test, you had written out a to-do list for yourself and kept it private. It was filled with things you hadn’t yet brought to the attention of your acts-of-service boyfriend, such as unclogging the shower drain or finally putting away the stack of books that had just been accumulating in the corner of your bedroom as you purchased more and more. Things he wouldn’t even be able to think of without you mentioning it.
Work is gruesome, as it usually is. Jack’s outside of your apartment when you get home, t-shirt pulling taut around his shoulders as he leans down to grab the numerous packages sitting on your doorstep. His face lights up when he sees you, sitting up straight so that he can loop his index finger into your beltloop and bring you closer for a welcome home kiss. “Hey, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your mouth. “How was your day?”
You reach to grab one of the packages, trying to help him from having to hold them all, but he skillfully manuvers away from your reaching hands and opens the front door for you instead. When you stop to give him a stern look, he just nudges the back of your ankle with his foot, gesturing with his head for you to step inside.
Surrendering on this fact, you sigh, stepping into the apartment. You’re quick to shed your bag and hang it up, kicking off your shoes and abandoning them next to the door. Seeing Jack eye them out of the corner of your eye, you lean down to grab them, setting them down on the shoe rack. “Exhausting,” you admit.
He places the packages on the kitchen counter, stacking them neatly. A palm flattens against the granite as he turns to look at you, the muscle of his bicep just begging to be let out the confines of his shirt. “Want me to run you a bath?” He asks.
You laugh at the pure incredulousity of the moment. Months ago, you had been dating guys your age, worshipping the small things like opening doors or paying for your drinks. You had been fighting about feeling insignificant, about having to pull them away from video games long enough to have an at-home dinner with you, about feeling ignored when you hung out with their friends.
And now there’s Jack Abbot. Older than you, sure, but he was everything you had been asking for on every birthday wish. He spoke about you when you weren’t there, had you plastered upon everything that everyone would see (his home and lockscreen, your initials engraved on the inside of his watch) and chose to hang out with you over everyone else. His phone was abandoned on the kitchen counter from when you got home until the both of you went to bed, the ringer on so he didn’t have to check it just in case anything from the hospital came in.
Everyone who had been with you throughout the trials and tribulations that was dating in the modern age had told you the same thing – the perfect one will come by when you least expect it. Of course, you didn't believe them. It was hard to have hope in the later days when every person you became slightly interested in treated you so horribly, like you were just another person rather than you.
But then Jack came about. A charming smile, a calmness about him, an empathetic soul that you thought only existed in books and movies written by women. He had courted you kindly, although carefully, not wanting to come off as some older creep who wanted you just for your youth. Your first date had been filled with flowers and butterfly feelings, showing off everything Jack Abbot was rather than a facade of everything you wanted him to be.
You smile as you step closer, leaning up to kiss him again. A “thank you” to something he did without knowing he did it. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll probably just quickly shower before dinner.” And then you kiss him once more, just because you want to.
“Alright,” he concedes. He places a final kiss on your forehead, hand playfully swatting your ass as he steps away. “I’ll get dinner started so you don’t have to cook while you’re hungry.
Shaking your head, you laugh as you step into your shared bedroom. You don’t close the door when you strip off your work clothes, a girlish giggle leaving your lips when Jack playfully whistles from the kitchen. After fixing him with a matching glare, you finally disappear into the bathroom, closing the door behind you to keep the steam from seeping out.
Once you’re in the shower, you look down at the shower drain, remembering your list from this morning. A task for tomorrow morning, you decide, a good way to spend your day off when Jack is at work. For now, you’d have to deal with a little bit of water pooling around your feet while you washed off the grime of the day.
Except the water never catches. Instead, it flows down the drain easily, never staying in the tub for longer than a moment. Shock flows down your body the same way the shower spray does, your jaw dropping.
You finish up quickly before hopping out, drying off and wrapping yourself in the fluffy robe Jack had bought you the moment you had complained about not wanting to get dressed as soon as you got out of the shower. After ensuring you won’t drip water all over the apartment, you bombard your way into the kitchen, where your boyfriend is happily cooking while humming some old rock tune to himself.
“Did you unclog the shower drain?” You ask, letting your tone be as accusatory as it wanted to be.
Jack glances over his shoulder at you, the wrinkles around his eyes softening at the look of you all bundled up. He remembers your question and looks up at your face, shrugging. “Yeah. I noticed it wasn’t draining as well, only took about two minutes to do.” His horrible habit of brushing off everything he did comes roaring to a head, his focus turning back to the stove.
“Jack,” you whine. You sidle up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist from behind and placing your cheek between his shoulder blades. His hand grabs yours, lifting them up slightly so you weren’t accidentally burned. “You didn’t have to do that. It’s my hair.”
He laughs softly, the sound rumbling beneath your cheek. “I’m insulted that you think my luscious locks wouldn’t help clog the shower drain,” he deflects. “Oh, I also put away those books in the bedroom. I’m not sure if it’s exactly how you organized them, so let me know if you need me to move them.”
That just pulls another groan out of you, turning your head to press your face fully into his skin. “You’re so annoying. I was going to do both of those things tomorrow.” Your voice turns whiny as you trail off, fingertips pressing into his abdomen.
“But I did them today so now you don’t have to. You can enjoy your day off the way you’re supposed to.” Jack steps away from the stove, grabbing your hands so that he can turn around and pull you into his chest. He places a gentle kiss on your hairline, smiling into your hair. “Sittin’ pretty and spending my money.”
Your brow knits as you look up at him, hands sliding down to his waist. “You’re mean.”
“I love you,” he responds easily. Still grinning like a child on Christmas morning, he tucks a strand of your wet hair away from your face before tilting your chin up, placing a lingering kiss on your lips. “Can’t be mad at me for lovin’ you, sweetheart.”
As he intended, you relax into his touch, chasing his lips when he pulls away. Then, you pout, huffing your indignation. “Fine. But only because I love you, too.”
“I know.” Jack laughs at your petulant look, swatting your ass again. “Now get out of the kitchen so I can feed my woman.”
GOD JACK ABBOT ELLIOTT VER. !!!! he Would be literally perfect and so NORMAL about it - this is exactly how i picture him This is so pretty
“Oh, I also put away those books in the bedroom. I’m not sure if it’s exactly how you organized them, so let me know if you need me to move them.” Are you kidding me this is so cute he’s so hot
Hiiii pilates anon!!!! Jack being sooo obsessed with reader about to head to pilates in her cute and sexy pilates outfit and Jack can’t keep his hands to himself :)))
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ANON TY FOR RE-SENDING UR REQUEST I FELT SO BAD WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT WHILE I WAS ON THE TRAIN
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jack was almost finished with his charts. a long day at work soiling into his evening because he decided to catch up on some much needed charting while robby was out on his wild sabbatical.
he types away while hangers are sliding from where she stood in the closet. his one leg was stretched out across the bed while his amputated one was elevated— resting on one of the pillows she decorated their bed with.
"babe?" he questioned.
“yeah?” her voice was much quieter than his.
he checked the time on his laptop screen, “pilates today?" he asked absentmindedly.
"mhm." her voice traveled out sweetly. "so, um.. i'll be gone for about an hour." she called as she slid her alo socks on.
"mkay” he hummed as be clicked through another patient chart.
he glanced up as she walked out of closet, her hips swaying as she tied up her hair— making her way into the en-suite bathroom.
jack pressed his lips together. fingers stopped moving. he watched her walk back out and move past him like she wasn’t strutting around in her pretty little getup.
she stood in the bedroom doorway adjusting the hem of her white zip-up. her beige leggings hugged her shorter legs perfectly while her matching sports bra peeked out.
she was hyper-focused on clipping in her earrings— the new ones he had given her on her birthday last week.
she oblivious of course, to the fact that her boyfriend had closed his laptop and move to sit at the edge of the bed.
"what?" she finally said as she caught him from the corner of her eye.
he didn’t respond.
she moved to look over at him completely and he was still staring.
"w—what?" she demanded.
he blinked at her, with that signature sideways smirk making her blush deeply.
"s—stop. are you..serious?"she said timidly, looking down at herself self consciously.
"what?" he wanted to know.
"jack" she wined as he shoved the closed laptop off of his lap and stood from the bed.
"w— what are you doing?" she laughed as she slowly strode towards her, his chest puffing out making her cover her lips with her freshly manicured fingers.
he moved dangerously slow.. like he was trying hypnotize her. he bit his lip as his eyes racked down her figure, watching her grin widely and move backwards.
"jack."
"hm?"
"w—why are you looking at me like that?" she said as he placed his hands on her hips, squeezing them causing her to yelp.
"dunno." he shrugged.
"wa— yes, you do!” she laughed.
"noo” he dragged as he pulled her into his chest, his hands immediately finding their place to rest on the backs of her thighs.
"i actually don't… don’t know what to do with myself. you’re in this pretty little thing."
she laughed softly, shaking her head as he pawed at her hips.
she struggled to get out of his teasing grip. "c’mon! it’s a workout fit. i wear this all the time.”
"i know." he smiled, letting his head fall so his lips could cling onto the soft of her chest.
he trailed wet kisses around the necklace that was sprawled across her collarbone.
"so.. so why are you acting like— ah..” she gasped as he nibbled, “..like you've never seen leggings before?"
"cuz baby.. f’me these are my least favorite."
she immediately frowned. her heard dropped so far down that she gulped loudly as she placed her hands against his cheek, motioning him to look up at her.
"really?“
"i mean, they make me miss you before you've even leave." he said wiggling his brows.
she couldn't help but scoff. “oh wow, that was smooth."
"it wasn't supposed to be." he winked hands moving from her waist and up to grip her neck softly.
"jack..."
"what?" he hummed, letting the pads of his thumbs press down lightly making her eyes close. he gripped his jaw as he watched her prefect lashes flutter closed.
"i—i have to leave." she whispered.
"I know." he bent slowly, placing his lips against hers causing her to shiver in his arms as she wrapped her arms around him.
his hands falling to the small of her back while she giggled into lips.
"baby, please." she pleaded. "i have class."
"fuck class." he tutted, smacking her bum playfully.
"eep!” she yelped a “m-my instructor is going to yell at me."
"i'll apologize." he said causing her to snort.
"oh, so you'll apologize?"
"mhm." he nodded.
"you don't even know her." she fought.
“baby, i’ll figure it out." he smirked as she tried taking a step toward the door.
but was quick to follow her. his arms still wrapped around her.
"get off!" she yelped.
"i'm not on you.” he said like it was obvious, his eyebrows shooting up in mock offense.
"jack! you know what i mean!"
"i really don't, honey.”
"jack!" she yelled now.
he sighed resting his chin into her shoulders as he smiled against her hair. "i missed you today." he croaked.
"babe you've been home for forty minutes. we literally showered together when you got home." she rolled her eyes, though the smile on her face only grew. “you’re being so clingy."
"it’s fine. you like when i’m clingy." he huffed out, wrapping his arms tighter around her just to annoy her as she tried peeling one of his hands away.
“oh.. my gosh!!” she yelped out in frustration. "i need to go!"
"yeah.. i know." he sighed.
"so let me!" she galled her fists into his shirt as he moved them back towards the bed making her give him that look.
"in a minute." he smiled as the back of her legs hit the mattress.
"i swear to god" she turned in his arms just enough for him to loosen his grip. "if i miss my class because of you, i’m not gonna talk to you for the rest of the night. "
"my girl is feisty today."
she poked his chest. hard.
"they charge me if i’m a no-show."
jack's eyebrows lifted. "they do?"
"yes."
he sighed dramatically. "fine." but instead of letting her go— he leaned down and stole one quick kiss. then another. and one more for good measure.
she giggled into him before pressing a hand against his chest as he finally loosened his grip.
“bye.”
she took exactly two steps toward the bedroom door but before she could escape— his large calloused hand caught onto her arm.
she looked back her eyes in slits as she scowled at him.
jack gave her the most unapologetically sappy smile she'd ever seen.
“one more hug?”
she signed but walked right back into his arms. "you're lucky you're cute."
"oh yeah?" he hummed as she hugged him tightly for another few seconds before patting his back.
“go finish your homework." she teased, as he pulled away, pointing toward the bed.
he nodded obediently.
"and i’ll go strengthen my core." she smiled making him scoff.
she made it all the way to the bedroom door as he scoffed, “i could have done that for you.” he said making her gawk at him.
“oh my god you’re such a child!” she groaned as she made her way down the stairs. “love you!” she called as she reached for the front door.
jack peered up from reopening his laptop. "love you more."
he started out into the hallway for a minute after he typed in his code to get back onto his laptop. he read the same sentence three times before he finally, sighed and took off his glasses.
“to help her strengthen her core,” he scoffed “i’m right fuckin’ here.” he muttered to himself.
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