Cw: 18+, implied age gap, no use of Y/n, young-gf!reader, older-bf!Jack, annoyance, jealousy, slight arguing, pet names, slight touching/talking denial, lap riding (dih humping?), kissing, fingering, Jack Abbot begging a little (please it’s cannon), big dick, P in V, unprotected sex, breeding kink (if you squint?), creampie,
Summary: you’re mad that Jack thinks he can act like you’re just some little kid, so you remind him just how lucky he is to have someone ‘young’ like you…
a/n | Posting my first Abbot one shot… I hope you guys like it. Enjoy. ;)
~Someone Needs A Reminder~
Jack Abbot wasn’t just a little bit older than you.
In fact, he was double your age.
And he liked to remind you of it every single day.
Whether he meant to or not— it didn’t really matter. He’d made it his mission to remind you who was older.
And you’ve had more than enough of his antics, your patience running thinner the longer you let him act the way he has.
So now it was your turn to remind him just how lucky he was to have you.
Something younger. Pretty. Always getting attention or flirted on by men your actual age.
That specifically had always gotten on jack’s nerves, bubbling low in the pit of his stomach.
So what better way than to use it against him to prove your point?
Jack’s shift had ended nearly thirty minutes ago, so you knew he’d be walking in the door any minute.
Usually you were still asleep at this point of the early morning.
Instead, you were perched on the side of the bed—bare legs dangling off the edge, body swallowed in one of jack’s shirts—waiting.
The second you heard the front door open, a surge of confidence ran through your body.
Jack probably thought you were asleep—curled up into his pillow like you always had been every night before.
what a surprise this was going to be.
Your bedroom door creaked open, Jack’s familiar frame coming into view, work bag slung casually across one shoulder.
He looked devastatingly good.
You had to hold yourself back from pouncing on him.
That could wait just a little longer.
“Oh, hey sweetheart. Didn’t think you’d be up.” He called out softly, letting the door fall shut behind him.
You blinked, lips pulled into a flat line.
He cocked his head but didn’t question your unusual behaviour, bag slipping from his shoulder and hitting the ground with a thud as he walked over toward you on the bed.
He leaned down, ready to press a loving kiss to your lips when you put a hand to his chest, pushing enough to stop him in his tracks.
“Baby, what’s—“ Jack’s voice cut off when you pushed up onto your feet, hand still pressed firmly into his chest.
You kept his gaze as you slowly dragged your hand down his chest until it dropped back down by your side.
Reaching for the hem of Jack’s shirt on your body, you pulled it up and over your head, throwing it to the ground somewhere behind him.
Jack’s gaze quickly turned hungry as he eyed your now naked body— perfect tits on full display, that soft skin on the column of your stomach, the inside of your thick thighs that lead right to your sweet spot…
“Fuck— sweetheart, what’s this about?” He rasped out, holding himself back from planting his hands on your hips.
Instead of answering, you pushed him to turn until his back was facing the bed, letting him fall onto it before climbing on top, your knees on either sides of the outside of his thighs.
Your hands pressed firm into his chest to hold yourself up as you looked down at him, the slickness from your core gathering on the front of his jeans as you sat flush against him.
The feel of something finally pressing against your aching cunt made you rock your hips down into his with a small gasp, his cock growing hard in his jean’s confines.
“Do you know how lucky you are to have me?” You tilted your head to the side, lips parted as you continued to grind down into him.
“What? Of course I do baby, I—“ you clamped your hand over his mouth with a moan, shaking your head as your clit brushed against the zipper on his jeans.
“I’m not done talking.” You ground out, hard nipples grazing his chest as you moved your hand back away from his mouth, circling your hips along his hard cock.
“Always calling me young,” his hips pressed up into yours, and you slapped his hands away when he tried to touch your body. “like I’m incapable of being an adult.”
“You’re not incapable, baby—“ you growled low in the back of your throat, hips lifting up off of him. “Jack, I swear to god if you cut me off one more time.”
His lips clamped shut at that, frazzled hazel eyes searching your face.
“You treat me like a kid— call me a brat when I disagree with you.” Jack’s jaw clenched at your words, hands curling deep into the bedsheets, knuckles turning white.
You pressed your pussy flush against him again—a groan vibrating off his chest—and you revelled in the way he reacted to your body on his.
You leaned down near his ear, lips brushing the skin just below, his stubble prickling your cheek. “Well maybe if I’m such a young brat, I should go and fuck someone my age, huh?”
The moment the words left your mouth, a deep growl left Jack’s lips as his hold on the bed sheets loosened, pushing himself up into a sitting position, his hands reaching out to palm the flesh of your ass, pulling you right into him.
You decided to let him keep his hands there.
“No.” He seethed, his nose brushing against yours as you pulled back just enough to look at him.
“No?” You countered, biting down on your bottom lip as you wiggled your hips in his hold.
There was something about him being so… possessive over you that had always made it hard for you to think clearly around him.
Like now— with the tips of his fingers digging into the skin of your ass, so close to your heat it was almost dizzying.
“Don’t put that idea in my head.” Jack narrowed his eyes as his breath fanned across your lips, thumbs digging into the curve of your hips.
“What idea?” You played dumb, hands curling into the fabric of his t-shirt.
“Someone else fucking you,” he shot out, fingers inching closer to your aching cunt. “When you know I hate thinkin’ bout it.”
You squirmed in his hold again, realizing a little too late that you were slowly losing control of the situation.
“Just trying to remind you what you have.” You whispered, lips teasingly brushing over his.
“I know exactly what I have.” Jack muttered under his breath when his pointer and middle fingers grazed your wet folds, earning a soft moan from your puffy lips.
“Not fair.” You whined, bucking into his touch as he flattened them against you before moving to work against your clit.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” He sighed against your skin, lips dragging along your collar bone. “Please? Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
You shook your head defiantly, closing your eyes at the feel of his lips trailing down lower on your body.
But the moment his middle finger teased at your entrance, sliding into your warm pussy, that shake of your head quickly turned into nodding as you writhed in his hold.
At your acceptance, Jack slipped his finger out from inside you, flipping your bodies so that he was on-top of you, his lips coming down onto yours.
His fingers found your pussy again—both sliding inside this time—stretching your walls to accommodate to their combined size.
It was what he had always done when he was getting you ready for his cock.
You choked out a gasp into the kiss at the reminder, feeling his fingers scissoring to stretch you further, then curling deep inside you.
Jack kept up the tortures moves of his fingers until you were right on the edge, your walls clenching around him, short whines and whimpers leaving your lips against his own.
The moment he stilled his fingers—right on the brink of your orgasm—you clawed at the fabric on his back, detaching your lips from his to let out a whine of frustration.
“Just getting you ready, baby. You know that.” He cooed, removing his fingers and lifting his shirt over his head, his broad—and gorgeously freckled—chest coming into view.
You took the new opportunity to run your hands along his bare chest, smoothing softly over every inch of him, wrapping your legs around his waist once he’d gotten rid of his jeans and boxers— and his prosthetic, too.
His hard cock rubbed against your slick folds, creating a sense of friction that immediately brought you back to the start of that orgasm you once had been so close to.
“Need you, Jack.” You let your head fall to the side against the bed as he grabbed the base of his big cock, running it along your folds a few more times before letting it rest at your entrance.
“Nobody else gets to fuck you, right? Just me?” He asked, letting just his tip protrude inside you, the stretch already enough to make you gasp and arch into him.
“Yes— yes! Only you.” You nodded frantically, hands squeezing against his lower back as you tried to pull him closer.
He hummed thoughtfully at your answer, inching himself in a little more, letting your body adjust to the size of him.
Of course you’d been with Jack many times before, but still—somehow—you’d never gotten used to his size.
“Relax for me, sweetheart. Doing so good.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head, trailing his lips down until they hit the line of your jaw.
You cried out into Jack’s shoulder when he finally bottomed out inside of you, hips stilled and lips still pressing reassuring kisses to your skin.
“Jack, M’so full.” He groaned into the crook of your neck at your slurred words, pulling out slightly, then shoving himself fully back in again.
“You always take me so well, honey. So good for me.” His pace was slow and deep at first, sliding against your gummy walls.
But the noises you were making… God he just couldn’t help himself.
So he lifted one of your legs, angling himself to move even deeper inside of you.
And then the pace changed.
His hips slapped loudly against yours in the otherwise quiet room, the headboard Jack had let you pick out hitting off the wall with each powerful thrust.
You couldn’t even form any words at the feel of him— it was as if he made you go completely dumb on his cock each and every time he fucked you.
You scratched at Jack’s back—definitely leaving marks—incoherent whimpers of pleasure leaving your lips.
“I love you,” he panted out, his hand coming up to your jaw, gripping it softly. “Love everything about you.”
His touch moved again, thumb brushing along your parted lips. “This smart mouth,” then again farther down, squeezing your neck and then your left breast. “This soft body,” trailing lower on your body until his thumb met your clit, rubbing quick circles.“This tight pussy.”
You clenched around him at his words, sputtering out soft cries, eyes squeezing shut.
“It’s all mine?” He whispered in a low grunt against your chest ear, trying to keep his composure for a little longer. “For the rest of our lives?”
You nodded the best you could with a loud whine, still unable to speak— to form a single coherent word that would actually make sense.
“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. Want you to tell me.” Jack didn’t relent on his movements against your clit— nor did he stop pounding into your fluttering cunt.
“I—I…” you raked your brain for something—anything—to say, the orgasm tightening in the pit of your stomach like it had with his fingers deep in you before.
“It’s all yours, Jack.” You cried out, tears pricking at the corners of your shut eyes. “Always.”
A deep satisfied growl left his lips, vibrating off of your skin as your walls began contracting around him, mouth fallen open as your buried your face into the crook of his neck, letting your high take over you.
“Oh fuck— fuck you feel so fucking good cumming around me, baby. So fucking good for me—“ his own words cut off when the tip of his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you, taking him over the edge.
Your pussy milked him dry, every drop of cum spilling out over your warm walls. It made Jack’s mind flash with the idea of your belly round and swollen with his baby inside of you.
That made another soft groan leave his lips against the damp skin of your shoulder.
He stayed in between your legs for a little while longer, letting your bodies relax after your orgasms.
Eventually he pulled himself back, gently laying down your leg, slipping himself out from your warmth, watching his cum dribble out of your pussy.
The sight nearly made him wheeze.
Bringing his fingers to your entrance, he gathered the cum that slipped free, pushing it back inside your still sensitive walls, making a spent cry leave your lips.
“Don’t ever tell me you’re going to go fuck someone else, understand?” He scolded, pumping his fingers inside you once more before slipping them out, letting you rest.
You nodded weakly, eyes still shut, chest heaving.
He leaned up and kissed your cheek, pulling you into a soft embrace against his warm chest.
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