[melomani3]

OUR HONEYMOON (SAY YOU WANT ME TOO)!

✉️ this is just me missing Italy & dreaming abt being married to Mel so, y'know, ur usual monday night

SOMMAIRE! hcs about honeymooning with Mel in Italy demure! drinking, mentions of flying, married Mel & reader, drunk sex (questionable consent), mentions of fingering, oral (r!receiving), public sex/some exhibitionism, strap usage (r!receiving), like one mention of a baby wc 3.1k 18+ MEN & MDNI

-   I think originally, both of you would agree to hire a travel agent to do the majority of the planning for the trip (since there would be the obvious juggling of wedding planning & keeping up with long shifts), but then there would be one night when you’re lying in bed & Mel points out the lack of the beach day you wanted so badly & then you wordlessly agree that: we need to do this ourselves. Mel often only feels comfortable making such big commitments when she’s doing the organizing herself, & her first time traveling out of the country, not to mention your honeymoon, is a bigger than big deal. So another planning journal joins the many others you’d been collecting as wedding prep began to become more & more central in your daily lives. & you tell Mel that you can take care of the heavy load of the honeymoon, but she’s still asking Langdon about the trip he took when he was in college & scrolling through Google & keeping a list of every tiny thing you mention you saw online &, yes, she even forces herself to watch the “aesthetic” vlogs on YouTube. But you still show her what you’ve managed to pull together– Only for her to point out that: “You have to book some of the trains ahead of time” & “That AirBnB lists that it has a working stove, but not an oven” & “It’s not practical to go to Capri, honey, that’s in the south– Everywhere else you wanna go is in the North”– So you gave honeymoon-logistics over to her. Which seemed to make her feel much better, & it gave you more time to focus on your outfits, you supposed.

-   Mel struggles with flying, which is the only hurdle you have to face for the trip after she’s catalogued everything to a T & had Langdon check it over (because apparently he was very well-traveled). You fly business class, which helps–since she doesn’t have to sit by any strangers & instead is only with you. & you leave two days after the actual wedding, so you’re both still somehow exhausted (not somehow, the logistics of post-celebration were something you didn’t expect to be so tedious). Mel refuses to take any sleep aid. No melatonin, no Benadryl–nothing. She just curls into your side & holds tight during take-off. Once you reach cruising altitude, you notice how she does seem to relax some, but the few times the seatbelt sign comes back on, she’s clinging to you just a little harder again. & you try to get her to watch a movie or two with you, but Mel keeps her eyes on the flight map for 80% of the ten hours.

-   With it being both of your first times in Europe, you decided on visiting the classics: Rome, Florence, Como, a day in Cinque Terre, & Milan. Mel didn’t get the appeal of Milan, but you had begged for it since it was such a fashion staple. & you do end up only staying in hotels because Mel honestly has a thing against Airbnb’s, I think. But they’re all beautiful choices. Like– most of them have a pool, Mel found one right across from the Vatican when you were staying in Rome that had the prettiest windows, you stay at this adorable bed and breakfast during your day in Cinque Terre… Because when Mel does research, she does research, & it had to be perfect for you & your honeymoon.

-   Speaking of honeymoon… Mel only refers to you as “her wife” or “my wife”. Like, ordering at dinner, she’s all: “Me & my wife would like *insert fancy wine title*” & checking in for reservations it’s: “yeah under ‘King’–two people, yup, my wife & I.” It’s like she still hasn’t wrapped her head around it yet that you’re bound in more ways than one now. You’d always been connected, always had known that this was it for either of you, but it still is like a dream to her being able to call you her wife while you’re in Italy. Watching you walking through the cobbled streets while you point out how pretty all the old European architecture is, glinting ring on your finger with your other hand in hers, & just thinking two things: How are you real? & Wow, I’m married to that. It’s also funny because she keeps thinking about how Becca pointed out that you’re both Dr. King now, making Mel very grateful that she goes by her first name at work so there’ll be less confusion when you return. Even if she hates the thought of returning because she loves Italy so much more than she thought she would.

-   Every night of the trip you guys go out to eat. It’s always a spontaneous choice (kind of. Mel has three options for each night & you get to pick which one to go to) & Mel thought that she’d had enough of spaghetti & pizza from Friday night traditions with her sister, but you manage to strike a deal with her to try it in each place at least on the first night, & every time she changes her mind. Somehow, every pasta dish she tries is just different enough to have her practically melting in her chair at how delicious it is, & Mel can’t get over how the food doesn’t make her feel uncomfortably full. How it doesn’t make her stomach hurt, & there were multiple conversations during walks back to your hotels or dessert places about how “wow, people were right about American carbs.” & Mel may not like coffee, but she ends up loving tiramisu. Something about the lightness of the cream with the spongy, espresso-soaked cake was enough to get her past the coffee flavor. & while the gelato & cannolis you get throughout the trip are equally delectable, Mel’s always asking for tiramisu at the end of the night. You guys went to a Michelin star restaurant one night in Milan & you got Limoncello cake to share because Mel thought she would like the fresh lemon flavor, only for it to taste like dish soap & not even be remotely close to a cake texture. More like tough rubber. You had to go to a place swarming with locals at a little before midnight because Mel was almost in tears at how bad the dessert had been & she just “needed tiramisu to erase that from my memory.”

-   & with every dinner… bottle of wine that you guys finish way too fast. So you’re walking through the streets a little drink & because Mel can’t help herself, she tries to start a make-out session on three seperate occasions: while searching for an ice cream place your first night there, while you’re trying to squeeze into one of those vintage photobooths in Florence, & right in front of the Vatican while you’re trying to make the last stretch of your walk to the hotel (“Mel, you know the Pope lives there” / “Just one more kiss, please”). You stop her, because you have public decency, but back in your rooms… drunk sex! all sloppy & just feeling each other. hot & sticky in a way that usually starts with Mel eating you out & grinding against the corner of the bed & ends with her panting against your mouth while her clit humps against yours. The dizzy sensation has both of you whining & pleading to each other, fingers gripping at any skin you can reach with the only words you can think of (“love you”) escaping the backs of your throats. Probably verryyyy pathetic like 2 subby girls who just get carried away in each other cause y’all just love each other so much :( Mel’s fingers are twisting at your engagement ring & wedding band the entireeee time you’re fucking cause she’s not thinking clearly & she just wants to make sure you’re there & real & she’s not dreaming

-   First night in Rome, before dinner, you guys go to see the Tiber river & find to-go aperol spritz while you walk along the bridges. A random guy is busking on one of the sidewalks as people mill about in the golden hour lighting, sun just on the verge of being ready to set so the sky’s a very pale blue, & it would be the perfect temperature (because you guys definietly got married in spring even if Mel has minor pollen allergies) & you would be in the prettiest butter yellow sundress. You both just sit on the edge of the sidewalk (you wanted to sit on the thick, stone railing of the bridge like the other couples, but Mel refused–didn’t want any opportunity where you might fall), arms looped around each other as you finish your drinks & listen to the thrums of the guitar. A lady starts singing at one point, she’s barefoot & she does sit on the railing, but the way her accent sounds with the English words of some song Mel doesn’t recognize will remain imprinted in her brain forever. After you finish your drinks, you try to do some shopping along the edge of the Tiber, but almost all of the stores are closed because it’s just a bit past 7:30 PM. So, you sit by the river & just chat while the Sun finishes setting. Then, because you’re already tired from walking, you rent Lime bikes & ride along the Tiber back to the steps. The early summer breeze had been just between warm & cool & your hair had looked so beautiful & the sound of your laugh was prettier than anything the woman had sung earlier & when you get back to the steps, you kiss Mel senseless.

-   In Florence, you go to a little convenience store right next to your hotel & convince Mel that it’s a good idea to try boxed wine. But she already has an Uber booked to take you both up to Piazzale Michelangelo because she’s seen pictures of the view & how it overlooks all of Florence & has the prettiest gardens next to it & she refuses to take too long to see it. She promised Becca pictures. So, with the wine you purchase disposable cups & after the drive up to the sightseeing, you see the way Mel’s eyes light up at how pretty the view is against the setting sun. She takes her pictures (forcing you to be in many of them), then you find a spot on the steps & drink warm red wine out of plastic cups as the city lights up against the hills. The wine is gross, but you finish the entire thing anyway. You’re giggling & circling each other as you stumble down the steps back into Florence, but you’re so happy & in love that you don’t even care if you might get a few weird looks. Well, Mel kind of does. But then she sees you smile. You walk all the way to a restaurant one of the nurses had recommended, & it has warm lighting & red & white gingham tablecloths, like the cliche Italian places in Pittsburgh, & the best tiramisu Mel has all trip. You find a jazz bar after that, packed with people, so Mel instantly hates it. But, you both hide away in the women’s restroom where you can still hear the music & drunkenly spin around each other.

-   When you’re in Como, you decide that you must somehow get on the lake. Mel wants to see where they filmed for Star Wars II: Attack of the Clones, & you just want to be on a boat in Lake Como. So Mel rents a boat before the trip for you both. She’s quick to figure out how to drive it (when she’s not looking at you in the tiny bikini you’re wearing), & she gets to see Villa de Balbianello & take many, many pictures for Becca. She’s on you the entire time about putting on sunscreen, & you do (poorly) only for her to take it upon herself to re-apply it for you once you’ve found a quiet little cover to drop the anchor into the unbelievably blue water. Her hands are warm over your shoulders & under your bikini top as she massages sunscreen into your skin. Neither of you gets in the water. Mel reminds you about all of the protists & other unknown things swimming in the water before her fingers undo the skimpy little laces of your bottoms. She lays you back against the leather seating & eats you out then & there. You have to keep your eyes shut the entire time her tongue traces through your folds, working quickly to keep you from dripping onto the material beneath your bodies, because the sun is too bright. Mel has you cumming against her mouth twice before she pulls away with another gentle kiss to your throbbing, sensitive bud–mumbling something about how you would tan more evenly naked & how: “that bikini didn’t even cover anything.”

-   Because you’d begged to go shopping in Milan, Mel makes a list of vintage stores for you to visit. They’re all organized to be set in a schedule where they’re near each other–easy, quick walks so you’re not tiring yourself out by darting around the streets of the city for the two days you stay there. It’s sweet, hunting through pieces of clothing & interesting jewelry & leather purses with her. You convince her to buy a few things, but she insists that this part of the honeymoon is for you. So maybe you do go a little crazy with the shopping, but Mel certainly doesn’t complain when you find a few pretty slip dresses to wear to bed. Not when she gets to touch you in them later (after they’ve been washed).

-   You also get your beach day in Cinque Terre, but it doesn’t last for very long. Much more overstimulating than you would’ve guessed–for both of you. For starters, the rocky texture of the beach you’d selected was more aggravating than Mel had originally thought it would be. & it was very crowded. & Mel didn’t like how the Sun beat down on you both so heavily. So, you pack up your beach bag, & opt to explore along the streets of the pretty city. She’s a little quiet, still probably overwhelmed, until you find a shop that sells solely lavender products. It’s cool, smells like heaven, & is out of the way, so there aren’t many people around. It seems to do the trick to calm Mel down. She even gets herself & Becca tiny souvenirs of goat milk soap & fancy bottled lotion.

-   The only thing that Mel scheduled to be early in the morning was a cooking class with a Florence local. The woman’s name is Maria & she’s the cutest human you think you’ve ever met (apart from Mel, but they’re two very different forms of thinking something’s cute). She takes you both to a local farmer’s market–showing off all of the different products being sold, even if she got the ingredients for the spaghetti, bruschetta, & tiramisu you were making already. & there’s so much. An outside portion, with flowers & fresh fruits & vegetables & honey & all kinds of cooking supplies. & then the inside is insane. So many different stalls all assigned to different wares. Well, maybe not stalls, but portions of the market. One for cheese & one for seafood & one for jams & one for bread & one for pre-produced coffees & biscuits & one for meats & you could’ve spent your entire morning there. But Maria has to drive you up to her home in Tuscany. It’s the most beautiful place you’ve seen in your life–the sun warm, the amount of greenery making you feel like you’ve slipped away to a secret little heaven in the countryside, the distant sound of cowbells (because the neighbors apparently let the animals wander). The house is beautiful, & you learn that Maria had renovated homes before she retired. Her husband was in southern Italy, you learn as she teaches you & Mel to make homemade pasta & tiramisu, whipping up the bruschetta while the noodles & sauce cooked. Mel is inseparable from your side the entire time, but she engages in conversation with the older woman in a way that’s rare for her. & you know Mel agrees when you would say that Maria is one of the most interesting people you’ve met. The food is amazing. You’re jealous of her home. & Maria tells you that you’re the sweetest couple she’s ever met–that you & Mel remind her of her husband. She even informs you that she used to do art as well, showing you a few pieces that should’ve honestly been hanging in some kind of gallery. & you get to see her husband’s collection of records–hearing about how he would retrieve old vinyls & preserve them. He had roughly 40,000. That was her guess. & while Maria gets her keys to drive you & Mel back to near your hotel, Mel wraps her arms around your middle as she takes in the countryside. “I want to grow old with you like that,” she whispers softly to you before pressing a kiss to your temple & pointing out the lemon tree growing by the front porch.

-   & honeymoon sex. Lots of it. Every night. You honestly hadn’t thought that Mel would have it in herself to manage to get between your legs every night, but she manages to beat your sex drive, which is… difficult. Maybe it’s the excitement of being somewhere completely new, the happiness that seems to cling to her bloodstream, or the fact that you’re married, but you’re sobbing into the sheets every night. You get noise complaints in every place you stay. From the headboard bumping against the wall, how loud & whiny you get as her fingers or tongue or whatever she’s feeling works you– how Mel gets too when you get between her legs as well. &, yes, the strap came with. From how hard & often Mel had fucked you with it, you genuinely thought she was trying to make a baby with you at one point. Even though that’s biologically impossible. You get to wear all sorts of cute lingerie for her, she gets to sleep in after wearing you both out–it’s a win-win all around. She would’ve loved to have some shower sex, except she got scared of accidentally pulling the emergency alert system in the heat of the moment. However, she does get to finger you against a set of windows at one point, so that makes up for it–the idea of someone seeing her makes her wife feel good. Mel reminds you of it every morning & night & any waking chance she gets–that you’re on your honeymoon. So naturally, good honeymoon sex is required. Even if you have to beg her for at least one day off to give your sore pussy a break.

Other thoughts: Mel finds out she hates sparkling water, you guys think about trying to have a quickie on one of the train rides but then Mel remembers much too many germs, Mel brings so many different kinds of cameras with her (phone, disposable, digital) & takes so many photos of you (& of Italy since Becca had demanded it), & yes you do the classic sightseeing but it’s too boring for me to write about lollll

[melomani3]

MUNCH!MEL TRUTHERS RISE...

✉️ wrote this in 10 min… sorry if it’s bad

demure! oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, praise kink if you squint, mel eats it over the panties :P word count 1k 18+ MEN & MINORS DNI

“Please just let me. I’ll be quick, I know how to make it quick.” 

You can barely see Mel thanks to the dim, almost dark, lighting of the supply closet you’ve found yourself in, but you’ve known her long enough to picture the expression on her face. Furrowed brows to the point where two little lines appeared between them, lips parted just slightly, cheeks barely flushed. No one else would be able to pin-prick the little tells, but you could. You always could. But for the first time, you didn’t know why she was so desperate for whatever it is she wanted. Especially during a shift.

Shuffling back slightly, your back meets the smooth surface of the door, a sliver of light peeking in from the crack where it meets the floor, and beyond the polymer, you can hear the familiar chaos that belongs to the ER. You can hardly focus on it though with the way Mel’s fumbling with the drawstrings of your scrub bottoms. 

“Whoa– Whoa, Mel, what’re you doing?” The words are a struggle to get out because you can feel her shift against you, warm puffs of air hitting your mid-drift and, oh, she’s already on her knees. 

The faintest trace of her tongue along the waistband of your panties has your knees trembling. “You’re wearing my clothes.” Her voice is muffled as her teeth scrape at the thin lace that borders the hem of your underwear, but she doesn’t move to pull them down any further. Instead, she tugs a little at your scrubs again and… Right. Waking up early in a rush to get to your shift would result in you scrambling for clothes in a drawer that wasn’t your designated one in Mel’s dresser. 

You don’t have anything to hold onto as one of her hands comes to grip your thigh, holding your legs apart just enough for her to slot her thumb at the apex, pressing at your clit with just enough pressure to have your hips jerk forward. “You like it too. Your heart rate’s increased. You’re swollen here–” And fuck her word choice for how it has your free hand covering your mouth in an attempt to stay quiet.

“You said you were gonna make it fast, so make it fast,” you manage, voice hushed against the palm of your hand. Mentally, you scold yourself for giving in so quickly, but her eagerness did it every time. 

She doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t say anything else. Mel just removes her thumb from your pulsing bundle of nerves and replaces it with her mouth.

The feeling of her tongue swirling over your clit has your teeth sinking into the skin of your hand, breathing labored and cheeks heated as you grind against her face a little. Instinctive. A habit. Mel obviously knew your body like the back of her hand, for multiple reasons, but when she got her mouth on you like this, you knew that the information tended to fade away, leaving her with the sole thought of just tasting you. 

The fabric of your panties was already soaked with her spit, the seat getting bunched between your folds as her tongue remained practically glued to your nerves–swirling and suckling, trying to coax them out so she could get more juices spilling from your already clenching hole. “Mel–” you gasp softly, other hand pressed against the surface of the door to try and hold yourself up. That, and you didn’t want to pull any of her hair from her neat braid. As if the state you were in wasn't going to give away what the two of you’d been doing.

“Please, tell me it feels good,” she whines against you, one of her fingers fumbling to hook the soaked fabric to the side just so she can drag her tongue between your folds, getting as much of your taste on her tongue as she can before forcing it up inside of you.

You almost let out a surprised shriek. You probably do, but your thoughts are drowned out by the lewd sounds of her fucking your pussy with her tongue. 

“Yeah, Mel– Shit. Of course it feels good… You always make me feel good,” your tone is labored with the effort of trying to stay as quiet as you can.

Mel groans in approval, the vibrations spreading through your cunt and making your walls spasm around her invading muscle. She withdraws from your pussy with one final lick, and you open your mouth to ask her why she stopped only to have to physically bite your tongue to keep from sobbing when her lips seal around your clit. Your thighs tremble around her head, fighting the way your knees threaten to give out, one of the edges of her glasses digging into your skin. 

The sudden suction, the thought of someone hearing her make you feel good, the sounds, just– her, has your stomach tightening with the promise of release. “I know you’re close. Please–” The words leave her, punctuated by a soft flick to your clit that has you shattering into ecstasy. Small whimpers leave you as you give into the temptation to hold her hair between your legs, rutting against her mouth as you ride out your orgasm (much to Mel’s delight). She moans into your sex, tongue lapping up the gush of fluid that flooded her mouth as you came undone.

Finally, as the last wave of pleasure ebbed, Mel reluctantly parts from your cunt with one last, gentle kiss to your clit that has your muscles twitching. Her fingers gently guide your panties back into place (even if they’re too soaked to be comfortable), and pull your scrubs back up before knotting the strings back into a bow. You’re breathless, barely able to keep your thoughts straight as you feel her lips find yours for a small, gentle kiss that is clearly trying to convey one message: I love you.

When she parts from you, you still can’t see her in the dark, but you have half the mind to gently wipe your juices from the lower half of her face with the back of your hand. “Wanna tell me what that was for?”

“You’re wearing my clothes,” she repeats in that sweet, stating-the-obvious voice she sometimes gives you. “It’s distracting.” She’s silent for a moment, probably thinking. “But also very attractive. You should do it more often.”

“Well,” you sigh, finally feeling the last tingles of pleasure in your nerves ease. “If I get a reaction like that every time, I might have to.”

[lovaeir]

With how held back Mel is generally, you’re definitely surprised when the first time she eats you out she’s roughly pushing your thighs up to your chest and practically growling into your pussy, her face is completely hidden between your thighs, licking and sucking and spitting anywhere she can get her mouth.

“Jes-Jesus Mel!” Your backs arching off the bed, bucking your hips up into her mouth. You can feel her pretty teeth against you as she smiles into your cunt. “Yeah? Does that feel good?” She spits roughly onto your clit before rubbing it with her middle finger while you’re nodding, your hands pushing hair out of her face as she kisses back up your stomach. “Good” she’s grunting into your mouth, “been wanting to get my mouth on you.” She’s whispering while her fingers still work your slick folds.

[midnightgardentales]

I love your stories I was wondering if you could do a Jack abbot x oc where she is about to get her period so she is a bit more quiet and moody and he’s worried cuz he doesn’t know why

💞Tags/Warnings💞: age gap relationship, attentive!Jack Abbot, fluff, period comfort, pouty!Reader

💞Plot💞: When a bad thunderstorm hits Pittsburg, Y/N asks Jack to spend the weekend with her because it’s walking distance from the hospital. What she didn’t expect though, was for her ‘aunt flow’ to show up too…

💞Characters💞: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader

💞Title💞: What Are Boyfriends For..

💞A/N💞: I hope you like it!!!

((Requests are ALWAYS open))

Masterlist

When you’d offered up your apartment for Jack to sleep at for this weekend, you did so without thinking too much on the time frame he’d be popping in on.

Long story short, you felt like crap.

And you knew you looked worse.

This weekend was supposed to be bad weather for Pittsburg and your lovely boyfriend, who had been labeled that for only one month mind you, was complaining over dinner a few nights ago that he’d have to sleep at the hospital the entire weekend because of their ‘on-call’ rules when it came to emergency weather like this.

You had spoken without much thought.

Told him that he could just crash at your apartment for the weekend since you lived walking distance from the hospital. And now, it was the day, and you couldn’t be further from ready.

You felt like a Barbie doll, all twisted and broken as you crawled out of bed to try and make yourself look somewhat presentable.

Jack would be here soon, and you didn’t want to scare him off, but your brain felt cloudy and the weight against your chest and on your shoulders made you wanna crawl into a ball and cry.

God, you hated this time of month…

You felt exhausted and restless at the same damn time. Even fixing your hair and putting on a cute ‘oh me? I’m just lounging around’ outfit was too much to ask of your weakened form.

You were all over the place because this was only day one. Not to sound so dramatic, but… You were basically bleeding out while standing on your own two feet.

The knock on your front door is like curtain call for you. You straighten your shoulders and brace your mental state. You head to the door and open it. Jack smiles over at you, tired from his night shift.

“Hey, beautiful.” He says, voice rough with fatigue. It makes you wanna cry right then and there. You hold it in. You hum a soft greeting and he’s already eyeing you.

“All good there, six?” He asks softly and you straighten your shoulders, nodding slowly.

“Real good.” You mumble, trying to sound convincing, but even you can’t ignore the way your voice cracks at the end. “Tired.” You mumble and Jack fixes the strap of his duffle bag.

“Let’s get you back in bed. I gotta hop in the shower.” He says as he steps fully inside, shutting the door behind him.

You feel stupid in this split second. Your first weekend together. It should be big and romantic. Hell, you should’ve at least made some breakfast to surprise him with. Instead, you feel sluggish and heavy and the fabric of your bra against your sensitive chest feels like hell.

You can’t fight against him gently grabbing your upper arms to lead you straight to the bedroom. You do however feel a headache coming on. One that makes you bite back a whimper. Getting led to your bed, you open your mouth to offer up some food or even some coffee, but Jack is already setting you back on the bed.

“I’ll be right out. Then, I’m gonna hold you like there’s no tomorrow..” He jokes. “And sleep like a log.” He adds, showing his tiredness. You force a smile.

“Kinky…” You try and joke, and Jack instantly looks concerned, but drops it thankfully. He heads to the connected bathroom to shower and you take that moment to actually crumble back into bed.

This was gonna be a long weekend…

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It’s around 11am when Jack wakes up and finds you on the couch. You couldn’t get comfy in bed mostly due to your cramps and him trying to hold you in his sleep. You loved Jack’s arms, sure, but he ran hot, and you already wished you could crawl out of your own skin. You couldn’t handle his tight grip at that moment.

“Hey. When did you get up?” Jack asks as he ruffles his own hair somewhat, smiling softly. You shrug and ignore the pain you feel.

“You sleep good?” Jack asks softly after a moment of silence. You hum quietly. Jack slowly crosses his arms. “You… Ate?” He asks and your nose scrunches before you can stop it.

“Y/N, are… Is everything okay?” He asks after a moment of silence. “You’ve got me thinking I did something wrong…” He says gently as if trying to joke with you to lighten the mood.

His tone isn’t mad.

It’s worried.

You feel bad in this moment. He isn’t annoyed or angry at you for being quiet, he’s worried and concerned, and he’s a great guy. And, oh no, the tears are here again.

Your eyes well up and you try to hold them back as you look up at him, but they become too heavy, slipping down your cheeks as he quickly moves to sit beside you on the couch. “I have my…” You feel an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. You couldn’t even pretend to be strong for a day. “I have my…” You motion towards your lower half, and Jack instantly gets it.

“Oh. Oh, Y/N, why didn’t you say anything?” He asks in confusion. Your bottom lip trembles a bit as you shrug, looking anywhere else but him.

“I didn’t wanna gross you out!” You try as you hold yourself.

“Gross me ou… What am I? A kid?” He asks with humor in his eyes. You don’t speak and he sighs. “How do I help?” He whispers. “Hm? What hurts, baby?” He asks quietly, genuinely, as he reaches over to gently stroke your hair out of your face.

You can barely talk at this point.

The tears come down on their own free will as you vaguely motion to your entire body. He instantly pulls you on to his lap, his warm hand going to your lower abdomen to try and put some pressure and alleviate the cramps. You had to admit, it did feel slightly good.

“I’ve got you, six..” He assures quietly as he holds you in a way that puts some pressure to your lower abdomen and lower back with his other arm. It helps to soothe the muscle tension, his high body heat coming in handy at the moment. You don’t feel 100%, but you definitely feel the edge come off just enough to actually drift off into a nap.

It’s one that doesn’t last long though.

You wake up maybe 15 to 20 minutes later to an empty apartment. It’s the thunder that wakes you. You sit up on the couch with a wince, that dull throb in your pelvis back and more present than ever. “Jack?” You call, already feeling the need to cry again.

Where the hell was your human heating pad?!

You try getting off the couch, feeling more sore than before and starving this time around. You knew that would just snowball right back into nausea, so you actually debate if you should even bother eating or not. You limp your way to the kitchen so you can find some water at the very least. That’s when the front door opens. You jump a bit, not expecting it.

You turn and poke your head out of the kitchen, freezing as you see Jack step inside. He’s soaked. He slips off his jacket to hang back up and takes his shoes off as well, but you can see he wore those things in vain because his socks are wet and so is the rest of him. You stare in awe as he walks over to you, carrying a few bags with him. The smell of Chinese takeout makes your stomach growl.

Just add that to the list of embarrassing things to happen this weekend…

“You went outside?! In this storm?!” You ask.

“You were out of products.” He defends simply before tenderly kissing your forehead as a greeting. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. You were. You had no medicine or snacks. You hadn’t planned ahead on getting this.

“Come on. Let’s get you better.” He says after setting the bags down on the counter. You eye the bags curiously. But he then moves to scoop you up bridal style.

“Jack!” You try as he carries you straight to your bathroom. He sets you on the sink counter and then moves to start a shower for you. You watch in slight amusement as he works silently and professionally, like you’re one of his patients.

He heads out of the bathroom and then comes back in, opening a small box and pulling out a purple looking puck. He sets it at the shower’s edge and you soon smell the heavy scent of lavender. A shower steamer. He’d put in a shower steamer for you to relax with.

“Get in. Let the warm water do its thing. I’ll lay out clothes for you.” He assures softly, and you decide to not fight him on this, nodding gratefully.

This is just the kind of man he is at the end of the day. One that’ll take charge if it means fixing whatever the hell has made your day so crappy. You watch him leave, respectfully shutting the door behind him, and you sigh heavily as you brace yourself for your next task at hand.

Stand in the shower…

When you’re done with that, you wrap a towel around yourself and step out into your bedroom, smiling a bit as you eye the clothes laid out for you. A grey t-shirt that was his, and a pair of his boxers for you to wear as shorts.

He’d also laid out a pair of underwear for you, along with the pack of pads he’d obviously gotten at the store. You get dressed and head out of your bedroom, coming face to face with his surprise.

Fuck, here comes the tears again…

In front of you, set up flawlessly, was a pillow fort. It looked like a cozy tent, honestly. Blankets working as a comfy nest inside of it. Jack had changed into clean and dry clothes and was now finishing up his spread on the coffee table. A buffet of Chinese takeout and other random snacks all organized randomly for you to feast on. Along with a small bottle of ibuprofen and a heating pad waiting for you to put on.

“What else did you get?” You try to joke sheepishly. This man had thought of literally everything.

“Candles. In case the power goes out tonight. Can’t leave you in the dark…” He jokes. “Come on. I got a movie cued up for us..” He says tenderly. You walk over slowly and grab his face gratefully.

“Thank you.” You sigh. “This weekend… I feel like I ruined it.” You admit quietly. “I.. I was supposed to the one trying to be all… Romantic.” You mumble and Jack quietly laughs.

“Y/N. I get to spend this weekend with a goddamn beauty, trust when I say.. I ain’t complainin.” He says simply as he eyes you, making you blush.

“You’re just saying that..” You mutter shyly, still feeling that slight slothfulness from this morning.

“Oh, I’m only sayin the truth…” Jack corrects with his whole chest. “And you don’t feel it today? That’s fine, because I’m still gonna say it again tomorrow.” He says simply before kissing your forehead.

You smile a bit and slowly move into the fort, instantly grabbing the heating pad to use. He gets in with you and happily starts to show off the food spread. Things from takeout to chips to chocolate.

“Ice cream’s in the freezer..” He assures as he grabs the remote to start the movie. “Get something in your stomach so you can have your medicine.” He says gently as you watch him in slight awe.

“What?” He chuckles a bit.

“Just… You went out in a storm for me.” You point out, still not over that. He chuckles.

“Six. I’d do a lot of things for you. This is the bare minimum…” He states simply, and you want to laugh out right. If this was the bare minimum, a part of you couldn’t wait to see what he thought being full blown romantic was. You sheepishly lean in and kiss his cheek before grabbing your food to dig in, the grease calling to you like a siren..

This weekend wasn’t long enough..

!!The End!!

[richeeduvie]

You have a habit of loving up on the proof that Jack's so much older than you, much to the doctor's dismay...

tldr: you massage Jack's matured neck // fic directory // wc: 867 // just fluff n' jokes n' not much else // i love our flirty jack abbot insecure as fuck // period sex blurb

She is young. I am not. She is soft. I'm wearing out.

You are in love with the parts of Jack he wishes you wouldn’t notice. His neck is usually your priority. 

Your old, old doctor’s sitting down, too tired and achy to stop you, loosened by the way you’ve climbed into his lap without asking. It’s whatever. You belong here, kiddo, and your fingers on his neck feel too damn good.

You know how to stop him from punishing you, for the most part. 

Your hands press into the thick muscle first, and he sighs at the pressure as you begin to knead slowly. It’s a massage to him, but to you…you just want to feel everything you possibly can.

You take in the dense knots of muscle, the heat of Jackie. The roughness of his pale skin that’s roughened in the first place due to time and work. Maybe a bad sleeping schedule.

Oh, Dr. Abbot.

Your hands shift lower, where his skin is a little less firm than it used to be, but you can only guess, because you’ve only been able to love the Dr. Abbot that’s lived-in. One day, you’ll make up for that by loving him in every possible way you can. 

You knead there with a slightly more pressured palm. Jack goes still. 

“What?” 

You only keep touching him, smiling small as your thumbs drag under the lines of his neck. 

He catches your wrists when you pinch lightly. 

“Don’t start.” 

You smile wider.

You couldn’t care how pathetic it is that you revel in Jack’s flash of boyish yet gruff insecurity, because it’s all too flattering for this broad, competent man who can stare down disaster (and you) without blinking, to be softened by your fingertips settled on the inches of skin he hates being reminded of. 

Why, Jack? You’re so beautiful.

You press your thumb to the place that made him bristle when he lets you go. 

“You’re a little saggy here, Dr. Abbot.” 

That turns his throat over to give you a low sound, which might be a warning. You can only giggle. 

With anyone else, sleepy, he’d swat them away, make them wish they didn’t have hands. With you, he absorbs the damage yours inflict on him. Awful thing. He can survive ridicule and pain, but being loved by kiddo with her full knowledge of how much of an old fuck he is? Well. That’s harder, to say the least. 

Your fingers move from his neck to his jaw, then lower, rubbing at the more…textured patches of skin there. Like…old leather. 

You shift your cunt heavier on him. What a perfect comparison. What’s better than that? Jack, only. 

“You’re so old.”

Jack closes his eyes, rubbing his forehead. He might die. He shouldn’t, he can just be your old guy for forever. 

“Why are you sadistic? Were you this sadistic when I met you?”

It’s not that you want to humiliate him. You just want him to understand that you can feel all of him without cringing. You notice the aged bits of him, and you keep loving up on him anyway. Even more because of it, actually.

“Where's your manners, kid–?”

You continue to find every tight ache of Jack’s as he groans, massaging in a way to loosen him and maybe also making him feel ancient for having them in the first place.

Your fingers drag once more over the loosened skin at his throat. 

“I like this part.”

He scoffs, eyes going small. You don’t fail to notice the crinkles around them hardening. You wouldn’t do yourself a disservice like that.

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

It’s hard trying not to squeak like a mouse when Jack slaps your ass. He pats it softly after.

“You’re lying.”

You don’t know how you realize that he needs you to be telling the truth here, that this can’t be wise-cracking, flirtatious banter to sit between the two of you, but you instantly shake your head, much more serious in how you look into his eyes. 

“I do, silly. I like your neck. I like your skin. I like how old you are, but you already know that. You’re not as smart as I think you are if you haven’t been able to notice since, like, when I first met you.” 

Jack swallows. Your brows raise when he’s the one to look away first, the rhythmic patting of your ass turning into squeezes. 

Oh. He’s losing. That’s how you know he’s losing. 

You go to massage the back of his neck in slow circles, fingers kneading deep where his knots need you, but you’re just losing your breath when Jack moves forward into you. 

He thrusts you into a tight, engulfing hug. You feel his nose, mouth, and chin nuzzling into your shoulder with his arms locking you in by your back. And ass. 

“There’s something wrong with you, kid. Better figure out what it is before you waste the rest of your life with me.”

His words—his lies are muffled. But you just return the hug by wrapping your arms around him, your hands finding his grey, slight curls. 

You’ll just have to prove your old man wrong later, in filthy ways he won’t mind at all.

[superhoeva]

having the most nonchalant conversation about work or errands or fucking whatever with jack abbot while dry humping on your living room couch.

he’s listening, he swears. looking up at you, neck strained but who cares, with a pointed stare that tries to peel you apart by sight alone. his hands knead your hips to glide you back in forth across the bulge under his sweats as he absorbs your words. moving you through deliberate, sluggish grinds until your center in nudging him in a way that hitches your breath while you speak.

“you promise you had a good day?” jack asks the question without looking away from you, your lips. tugging you again and again. “nobody i need to beat up or anything?”

a huff laugh from you lifts the corners of his lips. with arm around his neck, you shake your head.

“s’okay. i’ll take ‘em to the ed right after. get ‘em all fixed up. maybe,” he shrugs, dragging his hand to press into your ass. with his prosthetic off since he’d arrived at your house, jack uses his left leg to buck upwards while pushing you down. hard enough for you to really feel him knock into your slit.

“oh, can—mmm—your off for a few days, right?”

“yep. all yours.” jack rasps the promise, nosing at your neck and inhaling before licking across the skin.

“can you run to the store for me? m’ a little low on some stuff… toothpaste, toilet paper, shit like that.”

jack keeps lapping at you, breaths turning loud and rough at the fact that you need him for something.

“yeah, baby. just send me the list. i’ll pay for it.”

[buckygasm]

Thinking about older dom!Jack Abbot whose brain kinda short circuits the first time you call him daddy in the bedroom.

He's been spending time getting to know you outside of work. Learning what you like and dont like, your tells, the way your breath hitches when he keeps his hand right beneath your breast when he kisses you or the way you openly sob when you cum cos he just makes you feel so safe and happy.

His heart swells at the knowing that you trust him. That your relationship, your bond, has strengthened and that you trust him to take the reigns of the time you share together.

He's spent a good while getting you comfortable. He's your first Dom and he wants you to understand that control you have and where you stand in scenes, wants you to know its about you feeling safe and content more than anything else.

And you've been struggling with trying to be more vulnerable about it all. Struggling to fully relax, give him an honorific that just feels right to you.

Jack's trying to get you not to rush into any of it either. Doesn't want it feeling too fast for you, too scripted, too scary. Tells you he doesn't care what you call him as long as you feel safe and it feels right.

And so when it finally happens, its the first time you're intimate with one another, your body splayed out against his silk sheets, hair laid against the baby blue cotton, tickling the back of your neck when he pulls you down to the edge of the bed.

The fat head of his cock presses up against your wet folds and he slips it up and down a line all the way up to your clit and down to your opening, pressing in just a bit each time teasingly.

"Please," you sob through a wet breath, "m'being good."

"I know you are," Jack says, looking down at the freckled head of his cock, pressing it past your folds just a bit further, "take a deep breath, fr'me."

You do. Shakily and through chartered teeth as he sinks into you.

A moan rips itself up your throat, warm and wanton, your legs wrapping around his hips.

Jack hisses through his teeth, hands slipping beneath your hips to squeeze at the plush of your ass, "thaaaats it. Just like that."

You can hardly speak — breath caught in your throat and tears spilling over your cheeks, hearty girth of his cock pulsing against your soft walls.

Jack moves to take hold of your jaw, keeping you steady as he rounds his hips into yours with a heavy groan.

He looks down his nose at you with lidded eyes, lips wet and parted when he slips his thumb past your lips.

You garble a strangled moan around his digit, grabbing hold of his wrist.

He pulls his thumb from your mouth, keeping hold of your chin in his palm, hips rolling into yours.

He presses to the hilt, balls pressed up against your folds in a way that makes you squeal, back arching up from the bed, silk sheets sticking to your clammy skin.

"More, more, please!" You sob, tucking your legs tight around him, pushing him deeper into you.

Jack holds your gaze, "I know, baby, I know."

"Please, daddy," you sob wetly, tears brimming you bottom lashes, "please."

Jack nearly slips out of you by the way his hips stall halfway through a thrust, faltering some as he sinks back into you, shaking his head with a chuckle "Haven't heard that one in a while."

Neither of you last long after. Jack slips his thumb past your lips again, saying soft and low under his breath, "yeah– yeah thats it. Juuust like that. Be a good girl fr'daddy– there we go."

[groovyangelkisses]

jack is so “back scratcher” husband :(

like he knows it soothes you before bed & gets you extra comfy, so he does it every night(or whenever you’re having anxiety) without a second thought!

and he doesn’t just scratch the same place over & over until it’s raw— no, that’s lazy, and jack abbot is never half-assed when it comes to you.

lightly scratching your back, your arms & thighs, giving you little kisses while he cuddles you closer under his left arm as you lay on your tummy. whispering “you’re gonna be so cozy, gonna sleep so good tonight baby. mmm, is that nice? you all snuggly?”

[youleftmenochoicebut]

JEALOUS GIRL.

jack abbot x fem!resident!reader

summary. — you’re not jealous. you’re not. right?

warnings. — implied age gap, Jack is reader’s attending, nothing else tbh

a/n. — i just wanna crawl into that man’s skin. that’s it.

you never really understood jealously as a feeling in itself. when you were younger, you’ve heard stories of girls being jealous over their friends having other friends, or family members being jealous over each other, and obviously girls and boys being jealous about their partners. you weren’t jealous. neither have you had time, nor reason, to be. firstly, you see jealousy as a weakness, as lack of trust and respect toward your partner. secondly, Jack has never given you a reason to be jealous.

despite your relationship being… a secret? sort of, Jack has always made sure to be as unapproachable as he can be to other women. he never flirts back, he’s a professional through and through, and your trust never wavered. you never looked twice when he talked to someone else, never questioned or asked. you were confident in your relationship and in him.

but something is different today. maybe it’s the fact you’re on your period, covering a day shift (when you strictly work nights unless forced to otherwise) which actually makes for a double shift and you’ve had maybe two hours of sleep in between, on fucking Independence Day. could it get any worse?

turns out that yeah, it definitely can. you’ve been running around the ER since like 10am, taking over as many Santos’ patients as you can so that she could catch up on her charting, meanwhile getting called into basically every trauma that’s rolled in since your shift started. truth be told, you’re already barely holding up, and you still have at least six hours left before you can go home.

despite taking ibuprofen and paracetamol (both in fucking megadose), you swear your your lower abdomen’s about to burst. you get cramps every few minutes, your head’s pounding like an alarm clock is going off inside of it, and your pace is slower than usually.

you’ve been walking with Robby, a chart in your hand as you spit out every single thing there should be done on your patient from Room 4, and after a green light from the attending, you loose him in the crowd. you let out a sigh, shaking your head as you move forward, almost missing something out the corner of your eye. someone.

you stop abruptly, quickly turning around and sticking your head into the room, only to see your man, shirtless, with Samira fucking Mohan right behind him. okay, listen, it’s not that you don’t like Samira. you’re sure she’s a perfectly nice girl outside, during her private time, and that she must be a delight as a friend. but here? here, she’s your rival. that sounds dramatic, but it’s kind of true. the two of you started your residency at PTMC at the same time, both in the ER, both under Robby. no matter how hard you tried, how long you stayed after hours, how many patients you saved and how many of her mistakes you fixed, she was still Robby’s golden child. so the moment you had the opportunity to, you switched to the dark side (that’s what Shen called the night shift).

that’s how you met Jack.

and now here they are, making small talk while she’s doing something on his back, which probably still has the scratches you left last week. that makes you feel a little bit better. just a little.

„what’s goin’ on here, huh?” you step into the room, your voice sounding perhaps a tad too sharp under the quiet composure of your face, as you shut the door behind you. you glance towards the plastic bag on the floor, quickly putting two and two together (you remember there was a diabetic patient here not long ago), before your gaze sets on Jack.

if he’s startled, he doesn’t show it. his eyes scan over your figure, taking your disheveled appearance and slightly bended stance, meanwhile Samira remains silent, finishing off putting the ointment on the graze on his back, not even looking up at you.

„Dr. Mohan’s giving me hand. i couldn’t reach all the way behind myself.” he says after a moment, and as you slowly nod your head, he realizes he’s probably in deep shit.

„i can see that. well, i can take over.” your steps are heavy against the ground as you approach the bed, taking the applicator from Samira’s hand just a bit too forcefully, and give her a tight smile as she steps back. „i think i saw your diabetic near the ambulance entrance a few minutes ago. if you run, maybe you’ll still catch him.”

„thanks.” Samira mutters, and you don’t miss the side-eye she shoots your way before grabbing the plastic back and leaving the room. you sigh, your eyes analyzing the graze on his shoulder blade, some sort of strange, tensed silence falling between the two of you.

„feel better now?” Jack’s the one to break it, as always, the words leaving his mouth in that low murmur you love to hear when you’re on top or under him. well, you don’t love it now.

„i don’t know what you mean.” you shrug, which he obviously can’t see, and you’re quick to add. „what the hell happened?”

„the bullet slipped a bit past my vest. i’m fine.” he lets out a huff as you finish off tending to his injury, and soon enough you step back too, arms crossed over your chest.

his hands find your hips, pulling you in closer as you stare him down with that infuriating pout to your lips. the one that absolutely drives him crazy anytime he sees it. you only raise your eyebrows, not changing your stubborn posture, which makes him smile. a slight lift of the corner of his mouth, but it’s there.

„oh, c’mon, sweet girl. jealousy doesn’t suit you.” he teases softly, thumbs brushing over your hipbones, a soothing motion that almost every time makes you melt into him. it doesn’t now. but it starts wearing you down. „y’know i only have my eyes on you. i’m not interested in anyone else. you’re the sexiest, most beautiful and most intelligent woman i’ve ever met.”

the compliments are definitely working the way Jack assumed they would. you can’t help the smile growing on your face with each word he says, and finally you roll your eyes at him.

„don’t push it. you think i don’t know you tryna butter me up?” you chuckle, one hand coming up to rest against his broad, very naked chest, the other one finding its place on his neck. before you even think it through, your mouth’s already opening. „i don’t want her near you unless it’s in trauma or patient related. she’s doing puppy eyes at you all the fucking time.”

you wince, literally wince, once your brain processes what you just said, and you’re quick to recoil. but Jack beats you to it, and you can see the cocky written all over his face. his hands travel down, resting on the globes of your ass, and he squeezes it playfully.

„yes, ma’am. you’re the boss.” he nods, and despite the boyish smirk to his lips along with his attitude, you know he’s serious. he means what he says. he always does. „one hell of a sexy boss.”

„well, technically, you’re the boss. but whatever.” you lean in to steal the quickest of tiniest pecks from him, patting his shoulder before taking a step back, his hands falling to his sides. „now, get dressed, Dr. Abbot. you’re already here, so you wouldn’t mind helping us all out, would you, honey? it’s a shitshow here today.”

[user62827361819963]

just discovered mel king from the pitt and wow im having a physical reaction

[melcacia]

i’m up and thinking about overly desperate mel… 😝😝 i’m a mel freak believer btw .

she’s got you on your back, slowly thrusting her hips so that you feel every inch of her light purple strap. her head is buried in the crook of your neck and she’s muttering to you over and over: “let me hear you, please, let me hear you,” because to her, your sounds are everything. she loves hearing your breathy whines and moans, knowing she’s the one making you feel this good.

mel is definitely a giver more than a receiver, she quite literally gets off by giving you pleasure. she loves trying to figure out what has you breathless and what to avoid. mel has your body memorized and knows exactly what to do to have you needy and shaking in seconds.

i also believe she’s a rambler during sex . always asking if it feels good or if you’re doing okay.. she just wants to hear you n make sure she’s making you feel good :))

[returnofeternity]

THE WAY U WRITE IS SO GOOD AND FREAKY I LOVE ITTT !!! Anyways, mel king w an ejaculating strap?😇

first thing that popped into my mind was jerking off her strap while wearing gloves @___@ examination type shit because Yeah. asking a flustered mel how it feels while you drag a finger up her veiny cock, asking her if she feels any pain when you squeeze the strap's balls, which makes a tiny bit of fake cum leak out. GOD. when you tease her and say, "guess it does feel good, huh?" all mel can do is let out whiny moans and stumble over her words while apologizing for being such a mess.

jerking her strap and making her cum all over her stomach, licking it off afterward and then kissing her, making her taste herself. or collecting the fake cum with your fingers and using it to lube up your hole while you hover over her, getting yourself nice and wet before sinking down on her cock. she groans like she can actually feel how tight you are around it. it's the hottest thing ever.

mel wearing an ejaculating strap and making a huge mess in her scrubs </3 it was all your fault of course. you wanted to fuck with her. you squeezed the shaft and watched her make a wet spot in her scrub pants from cumming so hard. a glob of lube traveled down her thigh when you pulled them off to see the mess she made, and when you leaned in to lick it up, you felt her thigh quake.

breeding crazed mel king.....can't stop filling up the strap with more and more lube just to push it into your hole, can't stop slamming her hips into yours while she moans about knocking you up. she loves watching her cum seep out of your hole, gets so turned on at how messy your groin looks because her cum is all over it.

stroking her strap and slapping the tip on your tongue 😇🪽 if it were a real dick, she would've cum ALL over your face in that moment. speaking of, squeezing her shaft and making her finish on your face.....even better if you've got glasses because mel would think it's the hottest thing ever. but i can see mel asking if you're really sure you want her to cum on your face because it'll be a pain to clean 😭

the thought of mel wearing her strap but still being fucked by you.....holding her legs by her head while you thrust into her pussy, mel jerking herself off because you told her to do it :)) the strap being big enough to where she can lean up and wrap her mouth around it,,,oh god. mel finishing on her own face or in her mouth @_______@

[melkingpilled]

The part where Mel shoves reader's panties in her pockets made me think. Would Mel be a panty stealer??? Imagine you get upset about losing your underwear just to find out it was Mel stealing them. Or would she give them back after she was done?

i feel like mel would try to hide her freak bc she's so used to pushing down her desires to focus on her goals that she feels guilty when she tunes into them. at first, you wouldn't even notice that you're missing a few pairs bc she's so diligent about hiding her habit but you’d catch on eventually

taking what's not yours!

summary: Mel is anxious about her deposition, and there are certain things that help take her mind off the lawsuit. 18+ mdni. wc 0.79k tags: mel king x f!reader, mel is pretty anxious, brief smut but mostly suggestive, oral (reader recieving), perv!mel

Mel is used to keeping up appearances. She’s struggled a lot after losing her parents, especially since she had to become the breadwinner for both her and her sister. But because of this responsibility, she knows that she can’t falter for even a second - that she has to be strong so people don’t doubt her abilities as a caregiver or a doctor.

Which is why, often times, she avoids distractions. Mel has had her goals lined up for years - attend med school and do her residency all so she can have a stable job that supports her and Becca for good. 

On occasion, though, she’ll let herself be indulgent.

Mel never expected to be named in a medical malpractice lawsuit for a case she took on her very first day at the PTMC. The lawsuit has been eating her up for weeks. She knows she did the right thing, Dr. Ellis has assured her that many times. But as the deposition approaches, Mel can’t stop worrying that she might lose her job - the one thing in her life that absolutely needs to stay constant. 

You’ve been so much help with easing Mel through her anxiety. Encouraging her to talk with the attending doctors about their own lawsuits, doing research on the next steps after the deposition. Some days, the statistics and timeline you wrote down on a post it note hanging off Mel’s fridge is enough. Other days, she can’t stop her mind from spiraling down the hundreds of possibilities that the lawsuit could bring, and she needs more than words to distract herself. 

So Mel will be indulgent. 

You notice when she’s humming with nervous energy, you always do, and you’ll invite her over to your apartment after work. You make her a cup of tea, put on some TV, and sit by her side to let her know that you’re there. Your comforting hand on her shoulder will run down her side and dip into her bottoms as you kiss her forehead or drag your teeth across her neck. 

And Mel, ever the sweetest, will try to flip the focus back on you by brushing her fingers over your clit. You pin her wrists down with your hand and make sure she cums first, that she comes undone before she even tries to worry about you. 

You end up on your back afterwards anyways, because Mel always prefers giving than receiving, but you can tell her mind has gone to bliss with the way she’s dragging her tongue over your cunt and rutting her hips against the couch. 

Later in the night, when you send Mel home after one last kiss, you tidy up the living room, placing the pillows back on top of the cushions and picking up your discarded clothes. You can’t seem to find your underwear, even after looking behind the couch and under the rug, but the thought slips your mind after you get a sweet text from Mel thanking you for your help.

You only remember what you lost when your cotton panties reappear, neatly folded, in your drawer the next time Mel stays over. 

“Huh, I’ve been looking for these.” you mention to Mel as you two get dressed for work.

“Oh, yeah, I guess they got mixed up with my stuff from the other night.” she replies, eyes darting to you for a brief second as she finishes braiding her hair. 

You think it over before you nod and continue to get ready. “Makes sense.”

Mel lets out a sigh of relief when you turn your back to her. Guilt twists in her stomach at her lie but she doesn’t elaborate further. She’s not sure how to say that she slipped your panties in her back pocket as she left your apartment that day, the thin fabric a reminder that you’re still here and you will be all throughout the lawsuit. 

The topic doesn’t come up again until one date night when you wear a brand new lacy pair that peeks out from under your bottoms. You noticed the pattern of your panties going missing whenever Mel came over, and decided to test your suspicions. Much to your delight, Mel can’t keep her eyes from drifting to your hips. She can’t keep her hands off of you, not until you both sit down for dinner and you excuse yourself for a minute.

When you return from the bathroom and slide across the booth to sit by her side, you grab her hand and press your lips to her ear.

“Thought you might want these.” 

Mel looks down, confused, and opens her palm to find a bundle of lace. She turns a bright shade of pink and nearly chokes on her food. 

[melkingpilled]

surprise!

summary: In the slow hours of another night shift, you find it hard to stay quiet as Mel takes care of you in the bathroom. 18+ mdni wc. 1.9k

tags: mel king x f!resident!reader, smut, perv!mel, slight overstimulation(reader receiving), use of a vibrator, semi-public sex, brief mentions of mel getting cut while cooking

You know you shouldn’t admit it, but it’s been a relatively slow night. Your charts are finished, your patients are asleep, and the other residents are currently taking naps in the vacant rooms before the morning rush.

It’s been a quiet night and yet you still feel restless. You push around the deck of cards strewn across the break room table. Ellis abandoned your game of speed to take a lap and check on patients, so you’re sitting alone and glancing at the door every few minutes as you wait for Mel to finish her round.

Your leg bounces against the tiled floor and you sigh, grabbing your phone to scroll through your camera roll until your girlfriend shows up.

As you’re deleting all your unnecessary screenshots, you come across a candid picture you took of Mel. Your face heats up as you remember that night.

You were both exhausted after a 10 hour shift, but Mel had insisted on preparing dinner for you and Becca. You offered to pay for takeout but Mel had rolled her sleeves up and chopped up some vegetables, saying her usual spiel about daily nutrients and getting enough fiber. You had smiled and came up behind her to press a kiss to her cheek, but you accidentally startled her and the knife slipped.

You helped her clean up the cut and finish dinner, but when you two went to bed later that night, and Mel’s hand started snaking down your sleep shorts, she suddenly stilled.

Mel had to pass on using her bandaged fingers to make you cum, so she went down on you instead. She mouthed over your cunt so eagerly her glasses fogged up. Her tongue dragged over your slit again and again until you whined and tugged on her braid, and she relented - using her other hand to spread your folds open while she pressed a kiss inside.

You squirm at the memory, suddenly sweating. A familiar heat pools in your stomach and you feel a faint dampness collecting in your panties.

The door to the break room swings open and you flinch, scrambling to make yourself busy. You hastily gather the playing cards into a stack and fumble with fitting them back in the box.

“I guess you haven’t been busy?” Mel asks as she settles down in the seat across from you.

“No, not really.” You answer, avoiding her gaze as you try to blink away the thoughts of her mouth on yours.

You bite your lip in frustration as the cards slip out of your grasp and spill all over the table. Mel holds out her hand, unbothered. You place the empty box in her palm and help her stack the cards in one pile. She eases them into the box and closes the top, giving you a smile. You can tell she’s tired by the way she massages her neck, so you keep to yourself and give her the time to take a breather.

Mel hesitates for a few seconds, watching you as you fidget absentmindedly with the stethoscope around your neck.

“ I, um, have a surprise for you. Do you want to see it? I don’t think we’re getting any more patients any time soon.”

You look up at her. Mel’s cheeks are a rosy pink. She stares at you sheepishly and you grin.

“Sure.”

You follow Mel across the emergency department to the lockers. Your footsteps echo through the hallway and you can hear the steady beeps and gentle snoring coming from each room.

Mel punches in the code for your locker and swings the door open before unlocking her own. You set the deck of cards in your backpack as she rummages through her belongings and shoves something in her pocket.

Once she’s ready, she shuts her locker and leads you to the bathroom. Mel stops just outside the door and glances around the hallway.

“Ellis is doing her rounds. I’m sure it’ll be fine if we step off for a few minutes.” you reassure her.

Mel blinks. “Oh. Yeah. Sounds good.” Her gaze flits across the department again before she pushes the bathroom door open.

You trail after her. “What do you want to eat after we get out? I’m thinking we could stop by Eatn’ Park. My treat.” You offer as Mel starts washing her hands at the sink. You stare at her long fingers and swallow.

“You sure? I mean, I’m okay with that. You just seem pretty tired.” Mel says. She dries her hands off with a paper towel and tosses it into the trash can.

“ Oh no, I’m fine. I’m surprisingly not tired. Must be that tea you made for me before we clocked in.”

“Yeah?” Mel responds, pushing a stall door open.

You nod and lean against the wall, ready to wait for her while she uses the restroom.

Mel meets your gaze and tilts her head towards the stall. “C’mere.”

You furrow your eyebrows but listen, joining her inside the small space. Your back presses against the door as she locks it shut. Mel’s knees awkwardly insert in between yours.

“So… the surprise..?” you ask as you wrap your arms around Mel’s waist.

Mel doesn’t say anything. Instead, she shuffles closer and kisses you.

You immediately reciprocate, your hands automatically tightening around her hips as you pull her towards you. Mel tugs your bottom lip in between her teeth and you sigh in response. She pushes her tongue into your mouth right as she nudges your legs open to settle her thigh in between yours.

You stifle a moan as you begin to grind on her leg. The sound of fabric brushing fabric echoes throughout the empty bathroom. Your heart beats in your ears.

Mel pulls away to brush some hair out of her face and your lips chase after hers. You dip your head down to suck at that sweet spot on her neck and she groans. Your cotton panties are slick, the arousal easing the friction between your cunt and Mel’s scrubs.

Mel starts to untie your scrub bottoms and reality hits you. You nip at her neck in retaliation.

“We can’t. Need to get back to work.” you breathe into her ear. Despite the ache in your stomach and the way Mel’s quiet whines make your hips jolt across her thigh, you know that you both have a responsibility to your patients.

“I’ll make it quick, promise.” Mel begs desperately. She pulls away to look in your eyes and you immediately give in.

You know better than to let Mel make you orgasm even once because of how insatiable she is. Some nights she’ll bring you to a high over and over until you’re seeing stars and the bedsheets are wet with devotion. But you don’t doubt Mel. You trust her and know very well how she can make you cum in an embarrassing amount of time.

“Okay. Just one.” you nod.

Mel grins and kisses you again in gratitude. She must really be exhausted. She only gets like this when she wants to relax, and nothing makes her feel better than seeing you go dumb on pleasure because of her.

You hear Mel take her hand out of her pocket, another layer of fabric rustling spinning through your ears.

Mel dips her fingers down your stomach and your head falls onto her shoulder. Your breaths hit her collarbone, quick and shallow as her rough fingertips gently prod at your clit over your panties. Mel bites her lip when she feels how wet you are.

She starts drawing circles over your clit and you slowly let go of your haste to indulge in pleasure. Just as your mind starts to go fuzzy, Mel removes her fingers and replaces them with something else. You faintly register that Mel is holding something in her palm when you feel a firm pressure against your cunt and hear a barely audible click.

You feel the buzzing before you hear the soft hum of the vibrator Mel presses against your pussy. You let out a choked groan at the unexpected sensation and keen into Mel’s shoulder. She shushes you gently and runs a hand down your side as she returns to making circles around your clit.

You tremble against Mel, already feeling that knot form in your belly. Mel angles the vibe until it’s adjusted enough and the shaft hovers over your slit. Mel uses her knee to open your thighs wider and spread open your folds. She presses the shaft into your cunt, your panties a thin layer preventing it from dipping inside any further.

You whine and dig your nails into Mel’s hips. She moans in response, rambling under her breath about how pretty you look right now.

You’re so wet the vibe starts to glide across your cunt. Your hips grind automatically against the toy.

Mel leans down to press a kiss to your head and you break - climaxing so hard your knees almost give out. As you recover, Mel bumps the vibrations up by another level and you squeal.

“Just one more - please - just one-“ Mel pleads, pushing the shaft deeper until your cunt sucks it in and it touches your g-spot.

You moan so loudly Mel presses you against the stall door and covers your mouth. She watches your fucked out expression with furrowed eyebrows and her chest heaves.

You don’t last long until your orgasm approaches a second time and you’re arching into Mel’s chest, gripping onto any part of her you can reach. Mel turns down the vibration level and pulls the part away from your clit. She thrusts the shaft in and out of your cunt until you finish riding out your high and the sound of your slick-soaked panties echoes through the bathroom.

Mel pulls the vibe out of your bottoms and you can see it clearly for the first time. It’s a light pink. You think you painted your nails the same shade a few weeks ago.

“Hell of a surprise.” you weakly laugh as you glance up at Mel’s face. She looks wrecked, her cheeks and ears blushing pink.

She brings the vibe to her mouth and sucks your arousal off the silicone, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

You press your thighs together as you watch. The wet gusset of your panties digs into your clit and you swallow.

“I wanted to try something new. Did you like it?” Mel asks earnestly after popping the vibe out of her mouth. She stares at you like she’s asking you about breakfast and not how she just made you cum twice in a few minutes.

“God, yes. That was insane.” you groan.

You bend over to grab some toilet paper and start cleaning yourself up.

“Oh, here -“ Mel reaches in her pocket again and pulls out a pair of your cotton underwear.

You blink at her before shaking your head with a smile. “Thank you.”

Mel helps you step out of your bottoms to change. She takes your old panties and shoves them in her pocket without a word. You raise an eyebrow at the action but don’t say anything either.

You two step out of the stall to fix yourselves up. Mel washes the vibe with cold water and wraps it up in a paper towel before putting it back in her pocket. She washes her hands as you retie your hair back into a ponytail.

Your knees still feel weak as you follow Mel to the lockers. You nervously glance around the hallway as she puts your underwear and the vibe into her bag with an unbothered expression.

She closes her locker shut and turns to you with a smile. “How would you feel about trying a strap next time?”

[melkingpilled]

confident

summary: Mel is worried that she won't be able to get you off properly her first time using a strap, but her worries disappear when she actually tries it out. 18+ mdni wc. 2.4k tags: mel king x f!reader, smut/pwp, first time use of a strap for both reader + mel, you shop for a strap together, brief fingering (reader receiving), mel has a praise kink, multiple orgasms, coming untouched (mel), based on this request!, references to this fic!

Mel was in a good mood. Great, even.

She was at the top of her game today - leading traumas without hesitation, treating patients at the bedside with a smile, and typing up her charts before Robby could even think of reminding her. 

It wasn’t unusual for Mel to be this energetic. She was an R3 after all. She always moved with confidence, her experience in the VA giving her a self-assurance that the younger residents hadn’t quite achieved just yet.

But the last time the PTMC saw Mel this eager, running around like she was gliding through air, was when you two were on a shift together.

You were also an R3, but you were mainly scheduled with the night shift. Abbot knew Robby already had a lot on his plate so he took you and Joy under his wing, leaving interactions with the day shift brief and sporadic.

Regardless of team assignments right now, you did spend your first few days at the PTMC with the morning shift. 

It was impressive how well you and Mel worked together despite not knowing each other. You and Mel would swap places wordlessly during the a patient’s primary exam, swapping tools and information until you knew what they needed to get patched up.

It only took a few more shifts together before you asked Mel for her number and you guys started dating. It was a shame you transferred to the night shift team, though Mel did admit it was distracting to work with you. 

“Mel’s in a great mood today.” McKay commented as she glanced over Javadi’s shoulder at the charts on her computer. 

“Yeah, I think she got some good news earlier. I saw her checking her phone a lot. Maybe it’s about her deposition!” Javadi smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she watched McKay’s eyes drifting down the screen. 

There was good news. Just, not about the deposition.

Earlier, Mel’s phone buzzed when she was making her tea in the break room. She was surprised to see it was a text from you.

You weren’t usually up this early, claiming you hated waking before the sun even rose. Mel wasn’t sure that was true - her 5:30 alarm always woke you both up (despite how hard she tried to set the volume low enough that it was only noticeable to her) and you never failed to smile into her shoulder and brush off her apologies. Sometimes, with your different schedules, mornings were the only times you two could be together. No matter how exhausted you were, you always made an effort to remind Mel of your love for her. That love usually manifested as your arms around her waist, whispering “stay with me for five more minutes” in her ear, or your fingers in her cunt, slowly coaxing her to a climax for some stress relief before another hard shift. 

Mel dipped the tea bag in her thermos a few times before throwing it out into the trash bin. She took a seat at the table and eagerly unlocked her phone, expecting something devastatingly domestic like a good morning text or a picture of your breakfast.

Instead, it was a picture of a package on your doorstep, and a short text that read: Guess what finally arrived! 

Mel choked on her tea. She was expecting the order to come next week, not today!

The conversation came up a few months ago after Mel’s impromptu introduction of a vibrator into your sex life. At first, Mel wanted to take things slow, mainly because she hadn’t had much time during med school to gain more hands-on experience with sex. Sure, before your relationship, she had masterbated and watched her fair share of porn, but she never really had a partner to try some of the things she was very interested in.

Like a strap.

Mel quickly learned that it was hard to hold back how much she wanted you - and how often. When she was apart from you, all she could think of was your lips on hers or the taste of your arousal on her tongue. Her mind drifted frequently. She started wondering how else she could make you cum, what would happen if she angled her fingers a different way, gave you some faster stimulation, or pushed into your cunt with something bigger than her fingers.

It was admittedly very easy getting over the guilt she had for fantasizing over you, especially since you reciprocated Mel’s desire with even more fervor, unashamed and eager. Sex always felt like such a taboo for her, but you made Mel feel comfortable with indulging in her fantasies. 

Mel was still worried she was moving too fast. She didn’t ask you how you would feel about using a vibrator, and though you did love it (she had to charge the batteries often because it was used so frequently) Mel regretted asking if you wanted to try out a strap so soon. Maybe you would say no or be hesitant. She never wanted to push you towards something you didn’t want.

Thankfully, you were quick to bring up the topic of a strap again, and Mel’s worries dissipated like steam. 

Mel was eating popcorn and pulling up a movie for you two to watch when you settled on the couch beside her with your computer on your lap.

“So, what color did you want?” you asked, your fingers brushing Mel’s as you grabbed some popcorn.

“For what?” Mel racked her brain to try and figure out what you were talking about. You mentioned buying new shoes for work earlier, maybe that was it. 

“For the strap.” You angled the computer so she could see better.

Mel’s eyes widened. She looked back and forth between the bright blue dildo on the screen and your smiling face. 

“Oh.”

You bit your lip, retracting slightly when you saw her expression. “Or not. You mentioned you wanted us to try a strap right? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to anymore-“

“No, I do-! I really want to.” Mel nodded quickly and set the popcorn bowl down on the table. “Just um, not blue. Anything but blue.”

You grinned. “Alright.”

Mel’s face heated up as you scrolled down the rows and rows of options on the website. She didn’t think you remembered her suggestion from last week. Though she was happy you did.

Mel scratched her neck as you continued scrolling past the different types of strap-ons. You giggled a little at a glow in the dark one. Mel, on the other hand, felt nervous. She could understand the appeal of all the colors and adaptations but she wanted to get things right and figure out how to properly get you off with a strap before trying out the more detailed toys. 

“Wait, that one.” Mel pointed to the screen and shifted closer to you, your thighs touching.

“Pink? Aw, yeah that’s cute. It’ll match the vibrator.” You clicked on the picture and added the item to the cart.

You pulled up the harness section. Mel swallowed. There were so many kinds, with little features that separated them all - a pocket that could fit a bullet vibe, and another one with straps around the thighs.

You kept scrolling until your mouse landed on a pair of boxers. Mel leaned closer to read the reviews. She liked how simple the design was compared to the other harnesses.

“Could wear it under your scrubs…” you mumbled, your nails scraping against the mousepad as you scrolled down the page. 

Mel looked at you, surprised. She was so focused on the pros and cons of each harness she forgot to consider your reaction and what made you squirm.

“Yeah, I could.” She reached over your arm and added the harness to the cart. “Alright, just need some lube and then I’ll pay for it.”

After you two purchased the order, Mel was so worked up she pushed you down against the couch cushions and ate you out. She curled her fingers in your cunt, storing away your moans now so she could compare what you’d sound like once she reached deeper with the strap.

“I paid for express shipping.” you murmured, stroking your thumb over the hem of Mel’s boxers as she straddled over you.

“That makes sense. I was wondering why it came so early.” Mel tried to fit the base of the strap-on into the harness but her fingers trembled. She was so nervous she felt like her blood was on fire. 

“Didn’t feel like waiting that long.” you grinned, taking the dildo from Mel’s hands and pushing it into place.

You stretched over the mattress to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand table. You squirted some in your palm and slathered it up and down the dildo.

Mel flexed her hands, unsure of how to help. Her chest rose and fell quickly, heat between her thighs as she watched you take control. Your hair was all tangled and sweaty from the previous rounds, and you had never looked more beautiful.

“There we go.” you whispered, voice a little rough from how you were just crying out in pleasure.

Mel cleared her throat, wiping her sweaty palms down her thighs. “Are you ready?”

You nodded and smiled up at her. 

Mel exhaled and lined up the tip with your cunt, then slowly pushed in. You were still pretty sensitive from the last few rounds and your thighs shook and subtly closed together.

Mel could see you stretching around the tip and her mouth fell open. She pushed your thighs apart with her soft palms and circled your clit with her thumb.

You moaned as Mel nudged further, your hips getting closer like magnets drifting together.

Mel looked up from your cunt to see your face. Your eyes were scrunched shut and you bit your lip.

“Does it hurt?” She asked, worried.

“No, no - feels good, keep going-“ you shook your head, hand reaching out to pull her closer by the waist of the boxers.

When Mel finally pushed the whole strap on into your cunt, you pulled her into a kiss as you grinded your clit against the base. 

You wrapped your hands around her neck and dragged your tongue against hers, smiling when you heard her quiet whimpers.

Mel braced her hand against the pillow and pulled her hips back. The strap-on was such a sight, glistening with your slick, a shudder ran down her spine.

She started thrusting shallowly, so eager to hear your moans. The strap-on dragged in and out of your walls, reaching farther and farther in your pussy every time.

You noticed Mel’s eyebrows furrowed together. You could tell she was still nervous about making you feel good. You smoothed the crease between her brows with a brush of your thumb.

“Doing so good, Mel.” you reassured her.

Mel flushed, soft hair falling over her eyes as she nodded. Her thrusts became more erratic as she tried angling her hips upwards.

You started panting, hips grinding against hers desperately, until Mel’s tip squished against your g-spot and you whined. 

Mel’s eyes lit up and her demeanor changed. In an instant, it was like all her confidence returned as she started driving the strap right into your g-spot. 

You squirmed under her, back arching off the mattress. Mel was sweating, her eyes locked onto your pelvises connected together. Each time the dildo squelched out of your cunt, she could see the pink silicone, the same color as her flushed body. She moaned and mumbled praises for your sweet pussy taking her so well and how pretty you sounded. 

Mel didn’t even realize she was rambling until you grabbed her hand and placed it onto the base of your stomach. Her eyes flickered to yours as she pushed her palm down. You gasped, a depraved cry coming out from your chest as Mel drove into your g-spot until you came.

Mel slowed her hips, thrusting deep and full while you rode out the aftershocks.

When your breathing evened, you looked up at her with a smile and she grinned back at you. You reached out for her, ready to bring Mel to her own orgasm, but she wrapped her hands around your waist and flipped you over. 

Your stomach pressed against the mattress and your cheek was smushed on the pillow. Mel ran her hands down the curve of your spine, panting like an animal.

“Mel, wait, don’t you want to get off too?” you asked, worried that she wasn’t getting pleasured too.

Mel pressed a wet kiss against the base of your neck. She spread your lips open and pushed the strap in again, the new angle making your eyes roll into your skull.

“I already did.” she groaned into your ear. 

Normally, Mel would feel embarrassed about coming untouched, but she was so addicted to the sight of your cunt taking her strap that all it took was hearing your praises and moans for her to orgasm.

Her boxers were wet, the fabric sticking to her folds, but she ignored the feeling and kept thrusting into your pussy.

Mel pushed one of your legs up to get a better angle. Your clit pressed flat against the mattress and dragged across the bedsheets each time Mel rolled her hips.

Her nipples brushed your bare chest. She couldn’t help the wrecked moans she let out once she looked down and saw the ring of cream forming around the base of the strap.

“Oh- god-“ Mel whined, pushing herself off you to drag a finger through the slick. Her mouth curved into a grin as she rubbed her fingers together, feeling your arousal.

Mel drove into you with more eagerness, sweat dripping down her chest as she pushed her glasses back up on her face to see you better.

You buried your face into the pillow as your climax approached quickly. Pressure built steadily in your stomach until you came again, keening against the mattress.

Mel helped you through the afterwaves again, then pulled the strap out of your messy cunt.

Your slick dribbled onto the bedsheets and Mel let out a shaky exhale.

“Hey, you okay?” Mel gave your pussy one last look before she crawled up to you and ran a hand down your back.

“Mhm.” you nodded, gingerly turning onto your side to look at her.

Your eyes met and you both broke into laughter.

“Next time I’ll wear the strap on.” You said, pressing a kiss to Mel’s cheek.

[groovyangelkisses]

a song for jackie — wrapped around your finger by the police

author's note— i've been meaning to start working on some jack fanfic based on the playlist i've created for him; this is the first installment! i'd love to continue this series, so i hope you all like it! xo, your cherry🍒

content warning— nsfw, 1.9k words, fem!reader, age gap (reader is 25+), male masturbation, penetration (f!receiving), slightly jealous!jack, dom!jack but reader has all the control, yearning jack abbot <3

you don't remember exactly how it started; exactly when the friendly glances between coworkers bloomed into something more. it almost feels like you've always been here with him, gazing into the older mans eyes with your legs slowly spreading as his head hangs. like when the universe was made, the divine image of your tucked chin and dark eyes were apart of the natural make up. if you asked jack, he'd say so.

your shift began like many of them did- with a bang and clatter; 3 car pileup, 2 casualties. the "pitt word of the day" as ascribed by shen mid-sip of his caramel latte, was "endurance." and oh, was he right.

jack's been eyeing you down since you walked in, swaying hips and bright eyes ready to work. his hair was still wet from the shower, finally setting into the shape his waxy fingers styled it in 2 hours prior. to put it plainly, jack looked absolutely exquisite. tight black scrub top and military cargos, he was the picture of an aged, all american boy. looking at jack was even better than talking to him, sometimes. his clipped answers and deep swallows often got mistaken for disinterest, but he could never be mistaken for anything other than handsome.

he was handsome, by all definitions. handsome, and desperately infatuated with you.

his ring feels heavier on his hand these days, tighter as if it suddenly reappeared after years of being tucked under blue gloves and pushed to the base of his fingers. jack's eyes grew heavier too; what used to be looks of exhaustion have morphed into... essentially... hunger. green eyes hung low as he studied you, waltzing into the ED with an excitement that used to make him ill. he can remember the first day you walked in; fresh out of school and eager to get started; the model, budding , young ingénue.

how much things have changed.

now, jack finds himself perpetually stuck; caught in between scylla and charybdis; a rock and a hard place. if he acts on his desires, pushes your pretty hair out of your eyes and tells you how good your perfume smells, he's jeopardizing the work climate and his own mental wellbeing.

but if he simmers, and lets you talk to crus for even 15 more seconds, he's not responsible for the vile attitude that will slip out and taint your pretty face.

"crus, you're needed in 2. dislocation." jack tuts, swallowing his tongue and shifting his stance. your eyes find his, crus nodding and walking away with a wink.

"looks like you're with me, kid. buck up, i'm not goin' easy on you," he jokes, grabbing the chart and walking awayv with the intrinsic knowledge that you'll follow. and you do, scurrying behind him and desperately trying to keep up with his long strides.

for a man with phantom pains perpetually creasing his face and neck, he's rather fast.

"we've got a busy night tonight, so i'm gonna need you close, yeah? be snappy, make good decisions and you'll do fine, just like you always do. got it?" "yes, yes okay." "good, alright" he agrees, handing you the chart with a warm touch to your arm. he opens the trauma door for you, always ladies first, and his hand flexes with the hot vibrations of your skin. pinky to thumb, ring to thumb, middle to thumb, pointer to thumb, tight fist, go.

and you move flawlessly throughout the room, it's a grace that only the most empathetic people can conjure. a presence demanding and calming, all at once.

he lets you take the lead, always to your right, always. the smell of your vanilla perfume permeates the air around him, a balm to the antiseptic tinge that always lingers in a hospital room and on his scrubs. jack's tongue peeks out to wet his lips and his throat feels dry when he catches a glimpse of the oil behind your ear, slipping to your pulse point. looking at the soft skin of your neck, he almost squints to try and find a spot that he can pray no one's touched before.

no time to linger or stew, because your voice, muffled by a (now) wailing patient brings him back, "jack, i need you!"

he springs into action, a crescendo of perfect movement and precision. it's a perfect pair, the axel you both move on grinding and weaving with the energy of the room. one in the same, equally balanced by your differences.

your hair is sweaty once you leave the crowded trauma room, chest heaving as you come down from the adrenaline. behind you, jack stares at the pull of scrubs across your shoulders.

"jack, i need you!" over and over and over. a gentle touch to the small of your back as he walks past you, "did so good. proud of you." muttered into the small pocket of air circling between you two.

his hand feels hot on your back, a heavy, guiding presence that you know you'd let take you anywhere, "couldn't have done it without you jack," your eyes flutter as you take him in. a bead of sweat on his hair line and a warm flush on his cheeks, his freckles and sunspots glisten under the fluorescent lighting.

to onlookers, it's nauseatingly adoring; the older man swaying left in instability and your hips immediately cocking in the that direction. always in each other's orbit, somehow. "i wouldn't lead you anywhere you couldn't go, sweetheart."

a sly smile envelopes his face, aged skin dimpling with affection as you mirror him. tongue against your bottom row of teeth, jack looks down his nose at the imperceptible movement of your bottom lip, stretching from the press of the wet muscle.

one more deep breath and he's walking away, gaze lingering on your form for as long as he can before he walks down the hallway. giggling to yourself, you shake your head and head to the charting desks, sitting down with a tired plop.

"he has you wrapped around his finger," ellis smiles, taking out one of her airpods to tease you, "that old man is walking you like a dog" she laughs. a wide smile and faux gasp, you turn to your coworker, "that is not true parker!"

"that's not true parker!" she mocks, all in loving jest before turning back to her own charts. it doesn't take long for shen to saddle up to your side, biting at the orange straw of his nightly coffee and asking, "where's your other half, giggles?" your shoulders drop as you look at the ceiling, finding the cracks of a government-run facility quite interesting as ellis pulls her lips in and tilts her head against her shoulder in suppression.

to your friends, your dearest coworkers, you and jack are peas in a pod, fire and ice, sweet and sour, and all of the other 3rd grade level comparisons they could mention at your last night-shift happy hour. not platonic, not yet romantic, but a secret, third type of yearning that seems divinely placed.

when the breath of life was put into jack abbot, the lingering whispers of "where you go, i go" were solidified. and some 25 years later, when that same ghost of life created you, the echoing response of "when you find me, you'll know" called back.

jack has been practicing "endurance" all night. enduring your friendly smiles and understanding nods. enduring your posture flexing straight when he comes around, eager to please. enduring your teasing and squinting eyes that seem to see right through his paternal facade, and lead him directly to right now.

with your legs spread on his bed, knees slowly moving to show him the center of your love. cotton panties schlacked to your core with wet warmth, clit gently rubbing against the fabric. jack's chest heaves with want, his hands flex again. pinky to thumb, ring to thumb, a slow rub of his middle against the calloused pad of his thumb. his wrist cracks with the twirling grip he has on his cock.

"endurance" that even shen could've hardly predicted.

manicured toes rub up his thigh, his hairy knee pressing into the soft green linen of his bed sheets. the second he got you through the doors, he was on you. you lead him up the stairs, soft hands grabbing at his chubby wrist to make him follow you. his leg ached, his cock throbbed, his brain was slowly turning to mush as he trailed behind you.

"you wanna touch me, jackie?" you coo, back arched as you look through your lashes at the older man. shoulders pressed back in a tight hold, you lean on your hands for support. and jack's only a man, a very desperate, lustful man.

he surges down, squeezing at the base of his pulsing cock, swooping down for a kiss, but you lean back. jack speaks against your mouth, hand working at his cock again, moving knuckles dragging against your core as he jerks himself. tugging raw, raw, raw; the sweet schlick of want leads him right to your pretty clit.

a small, strangled noise escapes you both; jack's louder and more guttural. his thick knuckles press against you and his tummy clenches as you press your nails at it, momentarily stopping him.

"one kiss please, god, one fucking kiss" he begs, speaking against your mouth as his standing leg shakes from his weight. you lick against his lips and he stutters as he looks up at your ceiling. desperate, humiliatingly so, he thinks, but i couldn't care less. she has me wherever she wants me.

raising your manicured finger to his mouth, you press your thumb on his tongue, and jack's good knee trembles with the relief. crowding your space, both knees planted on the mattress between your parted legs, jack can't help the shuddering "yeah, yeah, good" that tumbles out of his mouth.

once again, a vascular hand reaches up to squeeze his tip, a mock pillow for his swollen crown. he sucks at your thumb, swirling his muscle across the salty skin and bucking his hips forward, knuckles once again dragging across your cunt.

you wish they could see it now, your night shift attending and secret lover kissing at your thumb and making himself cum over top of you. slick joints nudging at your fluttery clit as his hand pumps roughly against himself.

"let me touch you," he pants, a growl rising, "gotta have you." "you can't wait any longer jackie?" "can't fucking wait, open up, please. take me in, let me in baby. oh fuuck, oh my god."

and as your back arches, his resounding groan surrounding in the air as he feeds his cock into you, your head hangs back. in the midst of your movement, you see the furrow of jack's brow, jaw hanging open and quick breath moving through him as he presses in, in, in.

a sight for sore eyes, his alabaster skin is warm as he bites at his lip. wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, your fingers press into his flesh as you pull him forward. he stumbles a bit, a small grunt leaving his mouth as you fuck forehead to forehead. he keeps his eyes on you, a wet pop as he finally bottoms out inside of you.

the pace picks up almost immediately, a smacking headboard and unsteady noises surrounding you. sultry, decadent, you ask him "you gonna do whatever i want?" with the same sweet doe eyes you know drive him wild on the clock. "i'll fucking do anything, i'm yours, all yours" he gasped, panting, fingertips pressing into your hips as he ruts against you belly to belly.

he's exactly where you want him, taught muscles and sweaty skin. the look of complete adoration crosses his face as he huffs a gritty, debauched "ah ah ah."

enchanted by you, completely, and totally, fucking infatuated with you. wrapped around your little finger, happily.

[kosmogrl]

I will make a beautiful life for myself no matter how long it takes. I will I will I will