jack abbot is soooo dads best friend and i think we need to explore that.
part one - part two - part three - part four
he left and you didnt see him for a week. you asked your dad why he hadnt been around, he laughed at you, 'what, have you got a crush?' 'shut up dad! you acted like he was just being silly, shrugged it off. but you did have a crush, a big fat crush, and it was taking over your mind.
the next time he came around was for one of your dads summer barbecues. where he would invite friends and family, etc. you hung around, loitering from room to room, talking to relatives awkwardly. you ended up sat on a lawn chair in the corner of your garden, beer in hand, almost empty. you had done enough socialising for the day.
then he showed up. it was around 8pm, he was still wearing his scrubs and jesus christ it was hot. he came through to the garden with a six pack of whatever in his hands. he had a smile on his face, his curls almost perfect. almost, a little messy, but after a long shift whos wouldnt be? but he still looked perfect.
you watched him as he engaged in small talk around the garden, he made it look easy. he would chuckle at unfunny jokes and move on easily. then he finally came over to you. it was smooth, he locked eyes with you and strolled over easily.
'hey. 'hi. he took a can off his pack, opened it and handed it to you. his fingers brushing over yours.
'good shift?' you dont know why you asked, why would a hospital shift, where people die, a lot, be good. 'what are you doing.' he wouldnt even look you in the eyes. 'we should talk, my room in five?' and with that you left, you left before he could, not even waiting for an answer.
you waited in your room, longest five minutes of your life. then you heard a knock and the creak of your door opening and closing. you were sat on the edge of your bed, just like the other morning. jack sat right next to you, head still down, hands in his lap.
‘come here often?’ it was a stupid joke, you were trying to lighten the mood. it didnt work.
‘what are you doing? what is this?’ jack asked, he finally looked you in the eyes. he was like forbidden fruit to you and you couldnt resist it.
once again you leaned in, your lips moving against his. but this time it was as perfect as the first. it was jumbled just like your feelings. you both pulled away at the same time, faces still close, breath fast.
'come on.' he paused. 'im too old for you and you know it.'
now was your time to be honest, 'i know. i like it.'
his response was a jagged exhale, his eyes darting up to the ceiling, almost as if looking for help. you leaned in again hungry for his mouth, hungry for him. he could see how needy you were for him from the look in your eyes and the way you looked up at him. he stopped you, his hands pushing you away a little. it hurt.
'why. what you want a thrill? what if your dad finds out, huh? what then. its wrong. or do you like that, do you want to be caught. is that what you want? a little risk?' there was a snarl in his voice it was so fucking sexy. it was taking you everything in your soul to not get on your knees and beg him to fuck you.
'i just want you jack.' you couldnt think of any other way to say it. it truly was all you had thought about since the day you had laid eyes on him. and that short string of words changed everything.
'fuck.' he muttered. and then everything shifted, atmosphere, quite literally him. he pulled you onto his lap, his hands running up and down your back. his big hands that you have fantasised over dinner about whilst sat next to your dad. his sexy big hands that you have gotten off to the thought of inside you many times before.
his mouth engulfed yours, this time it was perfect, not like the first. different this time. this time there was a hunger in it, the light stubble from a long day of work scraping your chin. and you liked it, for the first time in your life you had liked the feeling of stubble scraping you face, because it was him. he tasted like the beer he was drinking when he came up to you. all these things were stuff.
his hands gripped yours ass, a half gasp half moan slipped from your mouth. jack then moved on from your mouth to your jawline and then to your neck, not caring if he left a mark. you ran your hands across his back, slowly going to pull his shirt off. he laughed at your attempt, pulling back to do it himself. you revelled in what was happening in front of you. the hottest man ever taking his shirt off for you. 'you like that?' he asks, he could see the wonder in your eyes.
'fuck yes.' you said with a smile as you pushed him back onto the bed. you stayed straddled on him, feeling his growing bulge through the fabric. you groped it with his hand, from that you got a deep groan. 'fuckkk that feels good baby.' you carried on, you could probably get off on just making him get off. you loved how he looked under you.
you leaned down to kiss him again as you rocked back and forth, riding his clothed cock. you could tell he loved it just as much as you from the way he groaned into your mouth. strings of saliva following as your mouth separated.
he was getting harder by the second and fuck he was big. just through his pants you could tell and it turned you on even more. your pace quickened with your breathes, your back arched as you felt his hips buck up to meet your grinding. your hands scrambled to take your own shirt off and you swear you heard him moan a little.
you could tell the both of you were coming to climax by how fast the two of you were moving. you were trying to keep quiet but fuck it felt good. you leaned back down and your kiss turned filthy, so much spit it was dirty and so fucking sexy. you had never felt like this with anyone before. his hips bucking up even more. the hungry sounds of groaning motivating you to go even faster.
the two of your hips slowed at the same time, and you collapsed into him. 'that was really.....' 'nice?' he finished your sentence for you. 'yeah.' the two of you were still breathing hard. 'i cant believe you just made me come in my pants, i feel like im 14 again.' you chuckled.
you both laid there together for a while longer, skin on skin, sweat on sweat. 'we should do this again.' you said, scared that he would say he didnt want to. 'yeah, ha, definetly.' his hands traced your back. 'we should get up, before your dad comes looking.' 'mhm.'
the rest of the bbq the two of you stayed apart, eyes meeting every other second, small smiles appearing. and you did do it again. and again. and again.
the rest of the summer you would see him around the house. he would sneak into your room when your dad went to buy more beer. it was he best summer of your life to be honest. you would go to his, fuck anywhere and everywhere in his house. and the car sex? the car sex wow. you guy would fuck in discarded empty car parks or even in your garage if your dad was out. the sex was godly. and when you went back to uni you thought that would be the end. but he would visit you and you would visit him. lets just say he ended up being more than your dads best friend after everything.
a/n - hi i hope u guys liked this. lmk what u think!!! ik im bad at smut sorryyyyy. i try keep my reader any gender i hope this isnt too fem !!
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