Summary: It comes to light that Max has been cheating on his wife with Kelly Piquet when an Instagram pregnancy announcement goes viral, shocking Max who’d expected his affair to remain secret. Baby Blues follows the couple through finding out about Max’s infidelity to new romance blooming.
Timeline of Events (non-compulsory read, may not be correct as of new posts, updates every few posts!)
❤️🔥 smut
💔 hurt/angst
📸 smau
𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟙
ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1] - Max knows that his relationship is coming to an end and just wants one final night to be with the love of his life before coming clean.
ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2] - Max doesn’t want to give you another reason to hate him and doesn’t think he’s to blame.
ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3] - One final night of passion before Max’s world stops turning. ❤️🔥
ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4] - The truth about Max’s infidelity finally comes to light, resulting in confrontation.
ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5] - Painful memories resurface when an envelope with Max’s handwriting appears. 💔
𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟚
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6] - A week in Japan is enough to recharge, some kind words from a mother help to bring things into perspective.
ᴛᴜʀʙᴜʟᴇɴᴄᴇ [ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ] - A run in on the plane with some fans who have a lot to say about Max and Kelly.
ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 7] - A fresh start and a friendsmas Christmas party offers new romance to the story.
ᴀ ɢʟɪᴍᴘꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 8] - The beginning of recovery after Max’s betrayal, documented in photos and glimpses. 📸
ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴅ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 9] - An unexpected discussion comes about while holidaying with Lando and some other friends.
ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 10] - The full story of what happened with Daniel at the Friendsmas party comes to light after the confession to Lando. ❤️🔥
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 11] - Telling Daniel the news turns into a heart to heart about what was lost.
ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 12] - Max sees Daniel with his ex when he’s in the car with Penelope and Kelly and can’t help but wonder what could be going on.
𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟛
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 13] - Max finds out about the pregnancy sooner than he’s meant to (and so does Kelly).
ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 14] - Max confronts Y/N about the baby after Kelly breaks the news to him about the pregnancy. 💔
ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 15] - It’s finally time for the fans to see a long awaited glimpse of what’s going on in the world of the ex Mrs Verstappen. 📸
ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏɪɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 16] - Max and Daniel find out who the baby’s father is, it would’ve been easier without any unexpected company.
ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ [ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ] - A ghost of a little girl appears with questions and a gentle touch.
ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴡ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 17] - A bomb is dropped when a Hello Monaco article is posted interviewing Kelly Piquet about her new romance with Max Verstappen.
𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟜
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 18] - Lando is there to pull away from the noise and the mess of Monaco after Kelly’s magazine interview.
ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 19] - Lando suggests sending a gift of congratulations for the new baby Verstappen’s birth. ❤️🔥
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏꜱꜱ [ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ] - Max receives a phone call after Lily’s birth, filled with hard truths he wasn’t expecting.
ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 20] - It’s pandemonium online when YN goes on a podcast to reveal the truth about the love triangle she was a part of, the internet is rocked. 📸
ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 21] - A soft moment that takes place pre-birth where Lando decides he’d like to be there for Sonny’s birth.
𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟝
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 22] - Lando finally boils over when considering Max’s reaction to Sonny’s birth.
ᴀ ꜰʟᴏʀᴀʟ ᴡᴀʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 23 - ɪ] - The world seems to come crashing down with the realisation that something just isn’t right, though nobody could predict what.
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʀɴ ʙʟᴜᴇ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 23 - ɪɪ] - A trip to the hospital leads to a conversation that nobody was expecting as Max steps in to fill Lando’s shoes in his absence.
ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 23 - ɪɪɪ] - After storm prevents Lando from getting to Monaco as soon as he’d like which leads to unexpected insecurity.
ꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 23 - ɪᴠ] - Sonny is finally released from hospital but not everyone feels the joy of the occasion.
ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴇʟᴇᴘʜᴀɴᴛ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 24] - A visit to the Norris household to meet the ‘grandparents’(?) is well overdue for baby Sonny.
ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 25] - Lando is hesitant to go back to work, knowing he’ll miss both you and Sonny more than he has before.
ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ [ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ] - Lando wins the Drivers’ World Championship, 2025.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 26] - Time passes between the birth of the baby and the season coming to an end, not without some sort of drama. 📸
𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟞
ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴇɴɢᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 27] - It’s summer break in the 2026 season and Lando is looking forward to a well earned summer break with his favourite people.
Unavoidable - Dr. Brendon “The Shark” Park x Reader
Chapter Five: Safe
Series Summary: The moment you meet Dr. Brendon Park, your entire world changes. He's your mate. The person you're destined to be with. But, god, does he have to be such an asshole all the time? Really, does he?
Chapter Summary: An emergency code in the hospital finally pushes you and Brendon into each other's arms for good.
Tags/Notes: omegaverse, alpha!park, omega!reader, fated mates, heat/rut, kinda hurt/comfort, panic, possessive/protective park, brendon threatens robby bc....im me
Content: umm so a "code silver" is a feral alpha on the loose in the hospital, so i guess there's a level of implied threat? it's just kinda high tension/panic
A/N: i like stealing ideas from myself bc i have good ideas!! anyway just wanted to get this out since i have to focus on mrs. danforth for the next 48 hours. expect happy slutty emotional mating fest sometime in the next week!!
Word Count: 2.1k
You know you’re going to be pushing it the moment you start getting ready for the day. You feel a little warm but not quite feverish, a little aroused but not quite dripping with it, a little emotional but not quite overwhelmed. But it’s just one shift; you’ve made it through a day feeling like this before without issue. You load up with a scent-suppressing lotion for the sake of your coworkers, take a deep breath, and resolve to make it work for a few more hours before you can super casually find a way to ask Brendon to spend your heat with you even though you just had your first kiss two days ago.
You even go the extra mile and ask Robby to put you on lighter duty and stick you with omega patients if possible to keep yourself and everyone else calm. It’s a thankfully easy day in the ED where you get to text Brendon and hang around with your friends pretty regularly in between sutures and meds and intubations. Your heat’s definitely threatening, but it’s under control with regular breaks, a steady water schedule, and plenty of support from the rest of the staff when you need help.
And then things get derailed.
You’re in the middle of tapping away at Frankie’s chart after his latest rehab appointment when a robotic voice crackles through all the hospital’s speakers.
“This is a Code Silver. All omegas report to their nearest shelter. If you cannot access a shelter, press the silver button on any patient remote for additional security instructions. Repeat: This is a Code Silver. All omegas report to their nearest shelter. If you cannot…”
Panic bubbles up in your throat as your instincts flare, all senses fading out so that you can focus on getting to safety during your heat. Code Silver. Feral alpha on the loose in the hospital. Usually they’re in the ED after being picked up for an assault or reckless accident.
You can’t remember where the nearest shelter is up here; you’re not on the ED floor and you’ve never thought to check up here. From behind the glass wall, you see nurses and doctors milling around, none of them alarmed the way you are as they head to the pockets of the hospital designed to protect them.
Inside of you, everything is burning. Your stomach tightens up and your hands start to sweat. The lights are too bright. The sounds are too loud. You catch yourself whimpering under your breath as your feet start to feel like hundred pound weights holding you to the floor.
You have to get out of here. There could be danger anywhere. You have to move. But the idea of the omega shelter is terrifying to you right now. Too many smells, too many bodies.
So you just give in to your instincts and run.
Brendon hears the code in the middle of surgery. Forty-five minutes deep in an ACL reconstruction, his mind goes blank. His ears start ringing and, for the first time in his career, the surgical field in front of him is complete gibberish. Usually he can read the bones and tendons much more easily than any text. They make sense to him when nothing and nobody else does.
But, right now, all he can see on a loop over and over is your distress.
He knows you’re going into heat and a major stress is the last thing you need. He knows you’re sensitive and sweet and in the exact right headspace to be scared.
And you’re alone.
Wherever you are in the hospital, no matter how many people may be around or what you were doing when the code was called, you don’t have your mate there. For an omega in heat, away from their nest with nothing else for comfort, there’s nothing more frightening.
After a few deep breaths to try to stop himself from losing it, Brendon withdraws from his position and quietly orders, “Garcia, I need you to take over for me.”
“What? Why? We’re right in the middle of-”
He barks, “Take over. Now.”
With Brendon giving her no choice as he withdraws the arthroscope and sets his tools aside, Garcia shifts over and starts mentally going over the steps she needs to take. She rapidly gets herself up to speed and demands, “What the fuck is going on, Park?”
“I have to find her,” he rumbles back, already pushing out of the suite. “Atterman’s on call if you need more support.”
Garcia understands right away. She shakes her head and sighs to the rest of the team, “Remind me of this moment if I ever think about bonding with an omega at the hospital.”
The nearest nurse laughs and then it’s back to business.
Brendon rips off his surgical gown and cap, tosses out all his PPE, and sprints away from the surgical wing at a full clip. He shoves into the nearest stairwell – the elevators stop functioning during most of the emergency codes – and launches down them until he’s at the bottom floor. The ED is going on business as usual, its few omega doctors safely in their nearby shelter while Robby and Abbot lead the charge in keeping the machine running smoothly without them. It’s chaotic to say the least, but Park still catches the lightest trace of your scent among all the others. It doesn’t go toward the Pitt’s shelter or any of the exits. You’re not here.
Brendon practically barrels into Robby, catching him off-guard. As Robby stumbles back when Park’s hand goes into his chest, Brendon pushes, “Robinavitch. Where is she?”
Robby can smell the rut bleeding off Park’s skin. He can see it in Park’s overly dilated eyes, the sweat on his brow, the way his breaths are more like pants. It puts him on edge immediately. With a gentle voice, he tries, “Park, you’re supposed to stay in your department during-”
“Don’t. Don’t start with me right now.” His voice is pure danger. It’s a match hovering above gasoline. Lethal. “Where’s my fucking omega?”
“I think your rut’s breaking through, Shark,” Robby says with a heavy, serious tone. A warning. Alpha to alpha. “You need to go home or at least get back to your office before-”
“No,” Park growls back. A real growl, not the kind you hear in any old alpha argument. It makes Robby’s scent go sour as he shrinks beneath Park’s presence. Everyone within ten feet notices and shivers from the intensity. Park’s fingers bruise into Robby’s shoulder as he insists, “I need to know where she is. Right now. Or I’m going to put your head through the desk and ask the next dumbass doctor I see instead.”
Robby’s frozen in submission and can’t do anything but rush out the truth, “She was supposed to be with a patient up in physio a half hour ago. The- the teen whose leg you worked on together. She probably went into their shelter, but I don’t know for sure. Start there.”
Park lets go of Robby with a push and turns around. He burns through to the nearest stairwell, leaping upward three steps at a time. Right now, if that feral alpha came across him, Park would rip him limb from limb with his bare hands if it meant getting one single step closer to you.
At the physical therapy department, on the same floor as ortho, Park shuts his eyes and breathes deeply to try to catch your scent. The alphas and betas work quietly, on edge as they wait for either the all-clear or a follow-up code that they have to shelter in place, too. But Park just pushes past all of them, his eyes half-lidded as he chases down the faintest trace of you, getting stronger with his every step. There’s a pool of you by the orthopedic surgery rehab suite, tracking back and forth, mixed up with lots of others. Your appointment with the kid and his family. He passes by the suite, toward the omega shelter, and immediately loses your scent. With his brows furrowed, Park backtracks a few paces to the next-closest intersection of halls. He tracks your scent toward the wing of offices, where it gets stronger and stronger. His pace picks up when he realizes where you’ve gone, heart pounding against his ribcage.
Brendon pushes his office door open, following his nose, and finds the blinds in his glass office drawn, something he rarely does, with all the lights off. Frustration rises in his gut when he can’t see you right away, relaxing on the couch opposite his desk or something. But your smell is so vibrant and it definitely dead-ends here. So he locks the door behind himself and tentatively asks into the quiet, “Are you alright?”
Your tiny voice slides out from behind his desk. He can hear you shivering and it makes him snarl at the idea that anything has hurt you or frightened you. “Is it safe now, Bren?”
“They haven’t called the code yet, but the lock on my door is as good as the shelters,” he tells you quietly, carefully crossing his office toward your voice. He flicks on the dim lamp on the bookshelf behind his desk and finds you when the light fills the room’s corners. You’re curled up around yourself beneath his desk, your whole body shaking slightly. Low and protective, he asks, “What are you doing in here? You should’ve gone to the shelter, baby.”
Your eyes are so wide and frightened he can hardly bear to look at you without surging forward to hold you. But he doesn’t want to move too fast. Scaring you even further right now would be a fate worse than death for him. After a second, you squeak out, “I- I saw all the security guards drawing their weapons and everyone rushing around and I just- I got scared. I didn’t want to be trapped in there with everyone.”
He nods slowly. Really slowly. Like the gears that control the motion need grease. “You were scared. So you came to my office.”
You nod gently, too. Tentatively. Your tongue is heavy and your brain is moving so slowly, but his presence is a guiding star. His scent is finally helping your heart rate slow down. With chattering teeth, you whimper, “Smells safe here.”
He drops down onto the floor to get a better look at you and sees that you’ve wrapped yourself in his hoodie, which had been hanging on the wall, wearing it backwards with the hood high up on your neck, the perfect spot for burying your nose. You’ve also dragged the throw pillows from the couch under his desk and rummaged around for his spare scrubs and the clothes in his gym bag.
You’re nesting.
This isn’t just an omega being freaked out by a Code Silver. He’s seen that before. You’re definitely in heat early, triggered by the stress. It’s radiating off of you in waves. And now you’re seeking out the comfort of your mate to calm your fear because it’s ten times as visceral as it would be at any other time in your cycle. This is pure instinct.
Something deep inside of Park stirs as he looks at you. Puzzle pieces snapping into place. His voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it as he presents his hands. “Can I help you come out, angel? I promise I’ll keep you safe.”
After a minute of studying him for any signs of deception, you gingerly crawl out from under the desk, but you don’t stand up. Instead, you fold into his arms. He cradles the back of your head and shifts you fully into his lap. While he breathes deeply, encouraging you to match his slower pace, you press your nose to his neck, softly whimpering and shaking against his chest.
He kisses your temple and soothes into your skin, “You don’t have to be scared anymore. You’re safe with me. Nothing will ever hurt you while I’m here, pup.”
Pleasure shivers up your spine when he calls you that. You’re lost in a sea of his scent and his strength. You barely even hear it when the code is called off, buried inside of Brendon’s safety. You don’t even realize how your fingers are gripping into him hard enough to bruise. He doesn’t care. All he cares about is protecting you. He wants to envelope you in his arms so tightly that you can live there forever, never having to touch the cruel earth that could dirty your feet.
After a minute of quiet, Brendon murmurs, “I’m gonna get you home and take care of you now, angel. Don’t worry about a thing.”
With your fists clutching his scrubs and your tears staining them dark, you nod and manage to whisper, “Alpha.”
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Series Summary: Jack Abbot takes you, your baby, and your dog in when you finally leave your abusive boyfriend.
Chapter Summary: You make it perfectly clear to Jack that the feelings are mutual.
Tags/Notes: Established friendship, friends to lovers, first time together, love confessions, lots of making out, fingering (f), piv (unprotected, discussed), cumming inside, breeding/impregnation kink if you squint
Content: breastfeeding kink/lactation during sex, clogged milk duct and resolution, postpartum reader
A/N: half of this is the very first thing i wrote for this story and the other half like violently flowed out of me in a six hour sprint today
Word Count: 3.6k
The moment you have Jack inside the house, you’re on him. He doesn’t even have time to kick off his shoes or put his keys down before you’re pressing him up against the door with an enthusiasm that has him rock hard within seconds. For the first time, the two of you are giving in, and Jack can barely handle it. His hands grab at your tiny velvet dress, bunching it up so that he can feel your bare thighs. His hand roves up and over to your ass and he groans, low and primal, when he feels how bare your skin is. “Are panties this small even legal?”
You gasp as he snaps it against your thigh, making you giggle, “In some jurisdictions.”
“God bless Pennsylvania,” he chuckles darkly. He mouths down your neck, tongue dragging along the off-the-shoulder velvet strap across your collarbone. “And god bless this stupidly small dress.”
At the sudden flood of hormones, a stab of pain goes through your chest and you wince.
Jack notices immediately, his expression turning to concern. Heart pounding underneath your hand on his chest, Jack catches his breath and asks, “What is it, sweetheart?”
You’re reluctant to tell him that your chest is agonized on one side from a clogged duct that’s been bothering you since yesterday when you forgot to pump on Riley’s usual feeding schedule. So you just sigh and say, “Just, um, we need to put a pin in this for, like, half an hour, okay?”
“Everything alright?”
“Everything is really, really good,” you correct seriously, leaning forward to nip him with another kiss. “I want you so bad, Jack, I swear.”
“But?”
“But I- I need to pump.” You roll your eyes and then your shoulders, wincing a bit at the discomfort in your chest. “Riley’s not here and it’s getting uncomfortable and if you’re going to be touching my boobs and don’t want me leaking all over you then-”
“It, um, it wouldn’t bother me if- if you did end up-” Jack stares directly at his shoes, definitely not prepared to reveal that he would kill to have you leaking all over him and has fantasized about exactly that more than once, and quickly rephrases: “I mean, I’m not going to judge you for any, ah, anything like that.”
“Thank you, Jack, you’re so sweet, but I have this fucking clogged duct right now that I’ve tried everything for already and my lactation consultant texted me that I should try to keep pumping and give it time even though it blows and-
“I, ah, I could help with that, actually.”
As your lips fall open in surprise, you realize that you’ve never seen Jack’s face so red. “Are you- are you offering to-”
“If you’ve already tried out the more, um, traditional remedies, having another person suck out the blockage is incredibly effective. Doctors recommend it all the time.”
“Most of the time they recommend husbands do it, though.”
He rolls his eyes and laughs, “I can guarantee the relationship between sucker and suckee doesn’t change the effectiveness or strength of mouth suction.”
You screw your face up in skepticism. “What if it turns me on?”
He snickers, blush fading at your relatively equal level of embarrassment. “What if it does? I was trying to turn you on a second ago anyway.”
“Well, succeeding, yeah, but-”
“It’s not like I’d be able to tell,” he points out. “I’m the one with the visible equipment here.”
You tease, “Then what if it turns you on?”
“It probably will, but that doesn’t have to mean anything. Basic biological reaction to stimulus.” He cups your face in his hands and searches your eyes. “Look, sweetheart, we’ll go as fast or as slow as you want physically, alright? There’s no rush on my end. We can go on dates and we can talk and none of it’s ever going to feel wrong for me because it’s you.” He kisses you softly and insists, “Just let me help with this today; I know I can, and I hate the idea of you hurting when I can do something so simple to fix it.”
It’s impossible not to believe him. Not with such honesty in his beautiful eyes. “Okay. I’ll try anything at this point.”
“Good girl,” he replies easily, like that’s not the hottest thing he could’ve possibly said. While you’re reeling from it, he offers, “How about I put some towels down on my bed and we figure this thing out together?”
You nod slowly and follow Jack to his bedroom, where he strips his shirt off nonchalantly, tucks into the closet briefly, and reemerges in a pair of athletic shorts. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen him without a shirt – in fact, you see him half-naked or fully naked more days than not – but all of a sudden it feels very different. He’d look awfully pretty with bite marks all over his pecs.
Jack’s clearly entered doctor mode, which is as comforting as it is even goddamn hotter than before. There’s something so sexy about the way his eyes change when he goes from wanting to clinical, especially wearing nothing but shorts and beckoning you to join him on his bed. He takes out a few of his dark blue towels from the bathroom and lays them over the covers. Then he sits back against the headboard on top of one, legs crossed (have his calf and thighs always been this muscular?), and waves you over. “C’mere, bird, let’s get this thing handled so we can go back to making out.”
With a chuckle and a deep breath, you shimmy out of your dress and sit on the bed in front of him in only your bra and panties. Jack’s eye contact is full of restraint and tenderness even though he absolutely could be eye-fucking you right now.
His shaky fingers hover above the front clasp of your strapless black bra. “Alright if I take this off ?” When you nod hastily instead of giving him verbal consent, he reminds you, “If you’re uncomfortable, all you have to do is tell me to stop. I’ve got you.”
“I know, Jackie,” you breathe. “I trust you. You can skip the whole ‘don’t forget I’m a doctor’ speech.”
He smiles a little and undoes your bra, guiding it off and placing it on the bed next to you so you can easily grab it after. And he doesn’t say anything about your blotchy pink skin, raggedly turned on and embarrassed at the same time. You’re trying to remind yourself that there’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about here, but it’s not easy.
Your breath hitches as soon as Jack’s hands touch your chest. His fingers are nothing but professional as he gently massages over your breast to locate the offending duct, but there’s an inherent affection that comes just based on the fact that it’s you and him, not patient and doctor.
His thumb drags over the mildly painful, hard bump just above your nipple. It’s really, really difficult for him not to say anything about how fucking pretty your tits are. Doctor mode. Not ‘I wanna fuck you so back’ mode. He confirms, “Right here?”
You nod and cringe. “That’s the bastard.”
“You haven’t felt feverish at all, have you? Chills, sweating?”
“Nope, mostly just annoyed.”
“Good. It’s not red or swollen, so I think we’re good to take care of this here.” Then Jack takes a deep breath, places one hand on the curve of your waist, and says tentatively, “I think this would be easier if you got into my lap.”
You don’t wait for him to give you the ‘if that’s okay with you’ segment because your letdown reflex is starting, tingling and building, after him massaging your breasts, and you need to get moving before it becomes overwhelming. You scoot forward and straddle him as he straightens out his legs to get you into a better position. Both of you pretend not to notice the intense heat radiating from between your legs, undoubtedly creating a blotch on his thigh.
Jack closes his eyes as he suckles, slow and short, getting a feel for it, tasting the first sweet drops as your body adjusts to him. It takes a few tentative sucks for the clog to move forward.
You groan, “Just like that.”
Of course, that particular order goes straight to Jack’s cock. He savors the next pull from your breast, knowing it might be his last, until the small clot falls on his tongue. He grabs a nearby burp cloth and spits it out, folding it away. Immediately, he stops letting himself look at your chest, focusing on your flushed face instead. “Feel better?”
“Jesus, so much better.” Then you take a deep breath and admit, sounding whinier and needier than intended, “You have to finish the job, though, Jackie. I’ll be uncomfortable if I can’t get everything out and it’s already started now. If you’re uncomfortable with that, I can go and get my haakaa thing set up, but-”
“I’ll take care of it, sweetheart,” Jack interrupts. His voice is closer to a growl than you’ve ever heard it, restraint slipping away by the second. "I'll always take care of you.
Sighing in relief, you murmur, “Thank you.”
He nods like a soldier, the way he does sometimes when he’s giving himself reassurance. He readjusts slightly beneath you and you can tell it’s not because he’s uncomfortable. In fact, you can feel his cock growing to full attention beneath you.
This time, when he wraps his lips around your nipple, it feels entirely different. Combining a storm of oxytocin with your raw desire for Jack has created the perfect cocktail of arousal. A moan leaves your throat when he presses his hand to your lower back to hold you closer, long draws of his tongue emptying your fullness.
At your outburst, Jack pulls back right away, milk dribbling over his lip. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, it’s- ah-” You offer a shaky smile and tell him, “What was that thing you said? Basic biological reaction to stimulus?”
He stares up at you with big hazel eyes that absolutely burn through your resolve. There’s a moment – agonizingly long – where you’re both saying so much without saying a word. You wonder if he can see your heart beating under your ribs. You feel his cock twitch even between both your layers of clothing.
Jack reminds you gently, “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“We both know it means something.”
“I don’t want it to feel like I’m taking advantage of the moment.”
“The thing is, though, Jack,” you breathe, voice low and soft and careful, “I’m so in love with you I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Jack’s heart grows so big so fast it bursts into light that shocks through his veins. “You love me?”
You laugh and kiss him, holding his face between your hands, pressing your foreheads together and making searing eye contact. “How could I do anything else?”
“Then I guess I should finish what I started here, huh?”
Rolling your hips against him, you beg, “Please.”
Without dropping the eye contact, Jack drops his mouth to your other breast and sucks. No hesitation, no pretense. And his right hand goes to the other side to roll your nipple again and you shiver as happy chemicals flood your brain. You’re embarrassed by the mess cascading out of you but it’s really, really fucking hot the way he wants you, the way he’s literally devouring you, the way his hand is- Oh, god, fuck, his hand is going between your legs.
Your thoughts turn off completely. Every insecurity, every fear, every anxiety goes out the window when Jack’s big hand cups your pussy through your thin cotton underwear, so wet they've become translucent. His thumb toys with the waistband and he comes up for air to kiss you. You taste your own sweetness on his tongue as his hand goes beneath your panties, millimeters from your clit. Against your lips, he breathes, “You sure?”
And you honestly want to cry because he’s asking. You kiss him hard and knot your fingers in his curls and tell him, true and real, “This is the first time in my life I’ve been completely sure I want to have sex with someone.”
“Oh, my love,” he murmurs. He kisses along your cheekbones soft as butterfly wings. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
You whimper his name again and kiss him hard. Then, in response, you slide off him and onto your back, guiding him to come with you, and reach down to take off your underwear.
Jack props himself up on his side and strokes his fingers down from your neck, between your breasts, over your stomach without any judgment, and then into your pubic hair. “I need you to tell me if anything hurts; I know you haven’t done this since you had the baby, so I don’t want to assume-”
“I’ll tell you, I promise. Stop worrying.” You place your hand over his and guide him lower, pushing your hips upward slightly so that he can feel your gathering wetness. Your voice is breathy and needy. “I trust you.”
Jack kisses your temple as he parts your lips, dipping into you, dragging the pads of his middle two fingers back up to your clit. “Say that again.”
“I trust you, Jack,” you repeat, tilting your head to the side so that you can kiss him again. Your tongues trace each other. Your hand traces the line of his jaw and you go on, “I trust you and I love you. I’m yours. You’re stuck with me now, babe.”
He smiles into the kiss. “No place I’d rather be.”
Then Jack adds pressure to his fingers and it’s exactly what you need. It’s been so long that you’ve been touched like this – you haven’t even masturbated since Riley was born – that you’re worked up ridiculously fast. Your back arches upward and it takes everything in you not to clamp your thighs shut and grind against his hand to get yourself off in a matter of seconds.
Jack catches on quickly and chuckles at your desperation, “You really need this, don’t you?”
“So bad,” you mewl pathetically, chasing him until he kisses you again. “I’ve needed you for so long. Longer than I realized. Keep- Fuck, fuck. Keep doing- Jack.”
“There you go,” Jack murmurs, low and sweet. High-pitched moans, more like squeaks, trail from your mouth over and over, unstoppable because of his insistent touch. His lips stay with yours for a while, firm and seeking, as he keeps the pace around your clit consistent. But when he speeds up, eager to get you to make more of those delicious sounds, his mouth goes down your neck. His kisses turn from adoring to desiring. No, to claiming.
Jack stops just long enough to strip his shorts off and readjust so he’s pinning your thigh down between his knees. He plunges two fingers inside of you and you gasp out in a way that makes him want to check in, but you follow the sound with a needy string of ‘yes, yes, yes’ that turns it to a laugh instead. And you can’t get your eyes off his cock. Of course Jack Abbot has a perfect dick, curved just right, thick but not intimidating, absolutely leaking for you.
At your fuck-drunk expression and constant squealing moans, Jack chuckles, “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?”
You giggle and cover your face with your forehead, unable to stand the adoration in his unwavering gaze in combination with his fingers working you open. “I don’t think I’ve been called cute in a decade, actually.”
“That ends today,” he coos, dropping his other hand down so his thumb can work your clit as he finger fucks you, curling back toward himself deep and hard, “because you are the goddamn cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You’re thrashing beneath him now, thighs twitching and hips squirming and noises getting so pathetically cute Jack can hardly stand it anymore.
“Yeah, you definitely need more compliments if that’s how you’re gonna react, makin’ those pretty sounds for me.” His eyes go from your face to between your legs, total attention trained on the way your walls are gripping him over and over, reacting to his every pulse and stroke. “God, look at this cute little pussy taking it so well. Those cute fuckin’ tits bouncing. You’re perfect.”
Then his voice goes gravelly and wanting as you drop into silence, legs tightening and breaths racing. “Fuck, you gonna cum for me already, sweetheart? I can feel you clenching down on me. All I’ve ever wanted is to make you feel good, to have you spread out in my bed like this. Let go for me, gorgeous, please.”
And how could you possibly deny it when he’s asking so damn nicely? You couldn’t hold back if you tried. Your pleasure boils over and your pussy practically eats Jack’s hand alive with the force of your orgasm. It’s been so long that it’s like months of orgasms are ripping through you at once. When you look up at Jack’s downright gleeful expression, you swear he’s got an angelic glow around his silver and auburn curls because he’s making you feel so damn good.
Jack works you through it slow and steady, memorizing every single second of your rapture until you’re a sweaty mess who can barely breathe.
Your glassy, horny eyes rove up to meet his, happy to find his pupils blown dark, overtaking the hazel. You wrap your legs around his hips and tug him close to your body, close enough that you can rub your drenched sex along his hips and his perfectly hard cock. Every glorious muscle in his stomach and chest clenches at the sudden erotic contact. He throws his head back a second and feels you. Then you bring him back to earth by asking, “Do you wanna fuck me?”
“Honey, I definitely want to fuck you.” Jack grabs your thighs and frots up against your clit, letting his head bump into your pleasure center for a few seconds just to hear your overstimulated panting. He stills his own motions but doesn’t stop yours as he goes on, “And I’m not necessarily saying no here, but I don’t have any condoms and I don’t wanna assume anything. Not exactly been getting a lot of action for the past, ah, while.”
“I’m not ovulating,” you rasp, grinding your slick folds unapologetically along his shaft. “I finished my period, like, a couple days ago. Need you inside me, Jack.”
“There’s always some level of risk,” he groans, struggling to stay clearheaded at the intoxicating thought of having you exactly as he wants right the fuck now. “Is- is that- Do you-”
You still your hips, look him dead in the eyes, and say, “If by ‘risk’ you mean Riley getting a ginger little sister, then I’m telling you, clear and sober and in my right mind, that I want you to fuck me.”
Jack’s heart pounds in his chest as he looks down at you. That’s definitely not just your cunt talking; you want him. All of him. Always. He holds onto your hips and thrusts into you at a pace that makes your toes curl. Your name falls off his lips and plays in harmony with your moans. He practically collapses forward with the need to be kissing you again. You’re safe between his arms, holding his surprisingly toned ass beneath your fingernails to encourage him to drill into you as deep as he needs.
Fucking Jack is so different than fucking anyone else you’ve been with. You can taste the love in his every kiss, can feel it in every thrust, can smell it in the sex scenting the whole bedroom. Tears bite at your eyes when you feel his body flush against yours, as much of you touching as possible. You wrap your fingers in his hair, pull him close, and whimper against his ear, “I love you.”
“Thank you,” he whispers into your cheek, pressing his forehead to yours. He’s kissing your face everywhere he can as his balls start to tighten up. “Thank you so much. I love you.”
Before he can ask, you meet his eyes and breathe, “Inside, Jackie. It’s okay, I promise. Cum inside of me.”
It shudders out of him. Years of his love, so quiet and so loud, always in the background and bursting to the forefront, all consuming, spill into your body. A tear does manage to break through your shared ecstasy, streaming down your cheek before you can stop it. Jack doesn’t say anything about it; he understands. He’s overwhelmed with it too. He kisses the tear’s track as he softens inside of you and shakes his head and laughs with pure delight.
There’s nothing to say.
Nothing more has to be said.
Jack holds you so long that you start to drift to sleep. You get the sense that he’ll never be the person to break the hug first. Then he cleans you off with a warm cloth and throws the towels in the wash. As you play with his hair and kiss along the top of his back, he doffs his prosthetic and can’t stop smiling. You tug on one of his shirts and nothing else. He curls up behind you in only his boxers.
“How’s the project coming along?” You asked as you laid your head in Peter’s lap. You were in his room, like you always were, a month after you officially started dating.
“Just about done.” He answered you. “I made the periods bigger so we’d hit the maximum page length.”
“Ooo.” You snickered. “What a bad boy.”
“I’m really not.” He chuckled and began to play with your hair. “This is the most incriminating thing I’ve done all year.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you were.” You shrugged. “I like bad boys.”
Warnings: There is a lot of drinking and drug use in this chapter. If that is triggering to you, please don’t read! Angst!
Part 1 Part 2
When you woke up the next morning, you walked into the kitchen and made eye contact with Loki, he sent a small smile your way. So unnoticeable to others, if you hadn’t been watching him so intently, you would have missed it.
series summary: bucky barnes finds solace in a girl and her flower shop and she finds love when she thought she never would again…
wc: 3.2k
warning(s): swearing
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a/n: i’m going to try to get a part of this series out weekly but that is not guaranteed. anyways hope you enjoy and lemme know what you think! (comments, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated!)
