I’m on fire - Bruce Springsteen
Female reader x off duty Jack abbot
Synopsis: After a work meeting, you go out in Pittsburgh for the night, you might as well. The clubs were shitty, and so you go looking for something better, and find more than you were looking for. Jack abbot. He takes you on a tour of the city until you get coaxed into going to his favourite spot. One thing leads to another and let’s just say you end up wanting to spend another night in Pittsburgh, more specifically, Jack’s bed.
Content: swearing, flirting, sex in multiple forms, and cute romcom moments. 🤗 also mentions of alcohol from the get-go. Not proofread.
Authors note: this is smutty, like to a degree that isnt like anything I’ve written before. So it’s sort of a trial run for this type of writing. Enjoy.
After four shots with these girls, you knew it was time to detach yourself. They’d reached the point of drunkenness where they began to bitch about each other, and then their shitty boyfriends, and then each other again. It was too early in the night for that, far too early.
“I’m just going to the bathroom, okay?” You yelled at the group of girls you’d met that night. They were alright, you supposed. You were passing through the city, only here for a work meeting you’d had earlier that day. Pittsburgh was nice enough. Good bars, you’d heard, but the clubs were a little worse for wear. If you looked past the influencers adorned with the best of whatever fast fashion had in, and the tacky cocktails named after ‘White boys of the month’, you could see that this really wasn’t what it was trying to be. A failed homage to what once was.
You slipped through the crowd, the multi-coloured lights illuminating a path for you to go through. Music pounded through you, beating as though you had grown a second heart. This scene wasn’t really you anymore, though you couldn’t pin down what was. A drifter maybe, someone who floats through life barely present. Even money couldn’t make you excited anymore. Not to mention you haven't been laid well enough to feel anything in months. You needed a spark, some kindling to re-ignite whatever you used to be.
The cold air gripped you as you stepped out into the night. You pulled your phone out, scrolling through google maps. There were a lot of bars in Pittsburgh, a lot. You lacked the energy to pick one, reluctantly slipping it back into your handbag with a shivery sigh. You began the trek. It was only half ten, still lots of time to enjoy three or four whiskeys and head back to your hotel room to fall asleep to reruns of Seinfeld. This whole night was shaping up to be shitty, maybe it was time to just call it.
One more street, you told yourself, one more street and the next bar you saw, you were going in. As you turned the corner, a small building tucked in-between a laundrette and a tapas restaurant, had a luminous neon sign sticking out. “The full tap”, it read in neon blue letters. Wrapping your hand around the handle, you pushed the door open and walked inside. The smell of whiskey and peanuts welcomed you in like an old friend, warming you up as you went to perch on a barstool. Resting your handbag on your lap, you looked around you. A glowing legion of orange-hued lamps hung from the ceiling, illuminating the dark-walled room. It was cozy and old, you could tell it had been passed through generations. Quiet too, only a couple in the far corner and one other man sat a few seats away from you.
He caught your glance for a second before it was pulled away and towards the bartender. An older woman with a tired, but warm expression on her face. She smiled at you, resting her hands on the wooden bartop.
“What can I get you sweetheart?"
You looked behind her at the list of drinks on a chalkboard. Thank god these drinks were normal.
You folded your hands neatly over your handbag, absently fixing your gaze on a mini-fridge near where the bartender was standing. The guy at the other end of the bar kept looking back to you, you could see his head swiveling in your peripheral vision. After two more of his glances, you turned and faced him. He wasn’t bad looking, not by a long shot. His face was splashed with freckles, as though someone had knocked a paintbrush and he’d been in range. Part of you couldn’t help to wonder how far those freckles tracked down his chest, or whether they snaked a pattern around his legs.
“I haven’t seen you around.” He says, his arms supporting his leaning weight on the counter.
The bartender passes your drink over the counter, turning back to the sink.
“I’m just passing through.”
He smiles, taking a swig of his drink. “How long are you here for?”
You shrug. “Just tonight.” Smiling back, you take a sip of your own. The alcohol hits the back of your throat with a sting, making you wince. That would be your last one.
“Is your husband with you?” He asks, “I always see couples sightseeing.”
Chuckling softly, you shake your head and hold up your ringless hand.
“I’m surprised.” He scoffs, taking another sip. “You’re far too beautiful to be unmarried.”
“And you’re too charming to be married.”
He laughs softly, but bites at his lip a little bit. “I used to be, but she passed a while ago.”
Your eyebrows raise and your hand reaches out instinctively across the bartop. “I’m so sorry. It was a stupid joke.”
“No, no, it was a good joke.” He scoffed, staring at your outstretched hand. “I liked it.”
You nurse your head in your hands, shaking it. “I’m sorry, I’m already a little drunk.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” He laughs again, taking the final swig of his drink.
“No, I flirt when I’m drunk.”
“Again, nothing wrong with that.”
You gaze at him. Maybe it’s just the bourbon talking, but you really didn’t want to leave this bar without him.
“I’m done here. You wanna go for a walk?” he asks. “I can show you the sights.”
You chug the last few drops of your drink and slide a ten dollar bill towards the bartender.
“Thanks.” you say to her and turn back to the man. “Yes I’d like that very much.”
He walks the road side of the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets. You just rested yours in the pockets of your bomber jacket, your handbag slung over your shoulder.
“I’m Jack, by the way.” He stated. “Though we probably should have told each other our names before we left the bar.”
“I feel like it's just a thing people do” He chuckles, shrugging. “You know, not walking out with random strangers.”
“Well I’m not people.” You teased, “And anyway, I’m selective with the strangers I walk out of bars with.”
“I’m glad I made the cut then.”
“Should be.” You smarted, walking a little ahead of him and turning back to face him, walking backwards. You told him your name.
“What sight should I see first?” You ask excitedly, tilting your head at him.
He hummed, and walked a little faster so that you returned to his side.
“It’s not exactly a classic sightseeing spot..” He ventures. “But I think you’ll like it.”
The two of you walked along the sidewalk, hands barely missing each-other. The sky had somehow darkened even more, and the air had turned threatening. Rain was imminent, and you were dressed for anything but rain. A small black dress and a long brown trenchcoat wasn’t going to hold up well. The first few drops fell, and you shivered a little. He turned to you and gave you a small grimace, bracing against the growing winds.
The rain drops got heavier and heavier, and started slowly turning into tiny balls of hail.
Without thinking, you grabbed Jack’s hand and pulled him as you ran under the nearest shelter you saw.
“Quick!” You yelled, sprinting across the road as the hail crashed down onto you both.
You ran to a drugstore on the other side of the road that had scaffolding sheltering the door, pulling Jack flush against you as you backed against the wall. His hands pressed against the brick either side of you, chest rising hard and fast. For a few seconds you just gazed at each-other, small smiles crawling onto both of your faces.
Your hand gingerly graced the side of his face, wrapping around his cheek before you pulled him gently in towards you. He leaned forwards and planted a soft kiss on your lips, and then withdrew to gauge your reaction. He didn’t actually have that much time to examine your expression, as you pulled him straight back, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“You know” He whispered in between pecks, “I really saw this happening at the spot I had planned.”
You grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sure we can still figure something out.”
You’d hailed a cab, and he’d told the driver an address. The rain was still pounding down outside, pattering at the windows. Silence sat between you in the car, though not a bad kind. Holding your desire close to your chest has often worked well for you, using it as leverage with lovers. You’d found the less you gave, the more they’d want - but you didn’t want to do that for Jack. You wanted to give him everything. It sounded stupid, but when you’ve been so deprived of that warm, burning pit inside of you, any spark gives you hope.
His hand was wrapped around your eyes as he guided you inside a building, his other settled at the small of your back.
“Almost there.” He whispered, easing you up some stairs.
“This is the start of almost every slasher film ever, Jack.” You grumble, “You do know that right?”
He presses a kiss into your neck. “You’re going to love it. I promise.”
Walking you further into the building, you feel him slowly press your shoulders down and move his hand down to your hip.
He removed his hand, and before you stood a massive window, one of the biggest you’d seen in an apartment. It practically replaced the wall. The stars of a thousand cities shone back at you, all blinking independently. A hundred thousand lives all living right before you. An overwhelming sense of sonder overcame you. Each light was turned on by someone, would be turned off again, it counted for something. You could see whole lives, right here.
“It’s so simple, but you can really see the whole city from here.” He muses. “It sounds stupid, I know, but you never quite feel lonely when you can see all this light.”
You stood up, walking over to the glass and resting your palms on it. Mouth gaping open slightly, you looked down.
“Not stupid, definitely not stupid.” You whisper.
He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Leaning into his touch, you swivelled around to face him.
“It’s beautiful, thank you.”
“I figured you should see the best view.”
Standing on your tip toes, you kissed him, delving into his lips with yours so deeply, you could have sworn you were drowning. He gripped your back, pulling you flush against him.
You groaned into his mouth, arching your back a little as his cock hardened against you.
“Fuck.” He moaned into your neck, pecking at your skin softly.
You tenderly pushed him backwards, driving him onto the couch. Straddling him, you began to unbutton his shirt, kissing down his chest as you went. He did the same to you, prising the dress straps from your shoulders. His cock was bulging against his trousers, straining to be set free. As your hands wrapped around his belt buckle. You began salivating, biting down on the inside of your mouth. It sprang free, leaking pre-cum on the inners of your bare thighs.
“You want to fuck me?” You whispered into his ear, hovering your sopping cunt over his crotch. “Do you?”
He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you down, easing you onto his tip. You grinded down slowly, riding his cock.
“You have no fuckin’ idea, baby.” He groaned, raising his hips to meet yours as you bobbed up and down. “Are you sure you’re only staying for one night?”
“Stop talking” you moaned, increasing the speed at which he was thrusting into you.
“You should stay longe-” He began, but was cut short as you slapped your hand over his mouth. “Oh fuck!” He muffled into your palm. “I’m gonna-”
You dragged your movements, truly riding him over, and over, and over again. You could tell he was close, you could feel him shaking inside of you.
“Fuck!” He groaned, releasing himself into you.
You rolled off of him, slackening on the couch, chest heaving up and down. Feeling a little thumping sensation between your legs, you slipped your fingers down onto your clit. You rubbed your thumb around in small circles, squeezing your legs over your wrist.
Jack sat up, staring at you.
“What are you doing?” He puffed, still trying to regain his breath.
“What does it look like?”
“No-” He grunts, standing up and moving to the floor. “I meant, I was going to do that.”
You were confused, so confused. “Touch yourself?”
“No,” He laughs, closing his eyes. “I was going to touch you, you didn’t come.”
“It’s only fair.” He smirks, kneeling before you and gently easing your hand away from yourself and replacing it with his own. Setting his thumb on your clit, he began rubbing vertically, whilst simultaneously slipping his ring finger in and out of you. You writhed away from him instinctually in pleasure, wrapping your legs around his upper back.
“How the-” You groaned gutturally, raising your arms above your head and gripping onto the back of the couch. “Fuck!”
He ran his fingers down your soaking folds and brought the wetness back up the clit as lubrication. “Is this good?” He whispered unassumingly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, and yet he still had the nerve to pretend like you weren’t about to fall off of the earth at any given moment.
“Give it to me” You gasp, running one of your hands through his hair. “Fucking give it.”
“It’s coming, don’t you worry.”
His fingers gained speed, and you felt the electrifying build up, one that you hadn’t felt in years. “I’m-” your walls contracted in on themselves, squeezing so tightly and releasing with such unparalleled tension.
“Jesus Christ." You huffed, resting your hands on his shoulders for stability. “Maybe I will stay for another night.”
“I can show you the proper sights tomorrow?” He asked, standing up and grabbing a blanket to give you.
“Let’s see if I can walk by tomorrow, and we’ll go from there?” You laugh, still trying to catch your breath.
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