Jack Abbot comes home from work after a rough shift and sees you in the living room and has his way with you (it's all consented)
combining these :3 cw daddy usage, somno, little to no prep, established free use, Jack is rough and but loving n doting
Jack would sigh heavy, eyes shut as he gently closes the door behind himself. he strips off his jacket and bag, letting it hit the tile hard enough to make your couch table shake. he’s ready to slug on to your shared room, take you in his arms and collapse. but the daydream stops when he does in his tread, eyes shutting hard as he recalls the harrowing night he’s had.
he loves his job, he loves being busy. but god. sometimes, when it’s the happy hour rush of the night and patients are flying in faster than they can stand, he’s ready to face plant the cold pittsburg concrete.
Jacks eye is caught when they open, caught by you. it wasn’t surprising that you slept on the couch, you probably tried staying up to see him or talk to him throughout the night, or, you got caught up watching your shows. and with the sight of your phone loosely in your hand, and the “are you still watching?” on the tv, it’s clear you couldn’t decide.
his shoulder slump forward as he forced himself to relax, decompress, a little. he takes you in; you lie there with your face in the pillow, his green SWAT shirt rests over your body and rides up your back slightly, giving him a little look at your cotton white panties.
your one leg hangs out the throw blanket that’s too small fully cover you, you’ve got your fuzzy socks on, the ones he always teases you over because your feet get freezing cold at night and you always just have to plant them flat on his warm bare back.
Jack lets his arms sway as he looks at you, holding his breath so the room is quiet enough to try and hear yours. he gets a huge wave of cuteness aggression when he finds you like this, so unbothered, peaceful.
so peacefully, and fully his girl. his lady sleeping in his (probably dirty) uniform and her fluffy socks, not a care in the world. his wife resting on his couch, who fell asleep with the thought of bothering him throughout his shift on her mind. because you love him.
you love him in all his glory, all his flaws, all his faults, his anger, his depressive tendencies. you even love him after he defiles you, when he yanks the dirty scrub bottoms off and spits in his hand, other hand shoving his boxers down and lathering it on his hardening dick. like he was doing now.
the sun creeps in as he stand over you, hunched and kicking away his clothes as he pulls away the cover over your legs. he pulls his lips in to silence any noise from him, his calloused hand grabbing at the back of your thigh. you move like dough under him, you’re soft, warm, unconscious. malleable.
he moves your leg that hangs off the couch further, spreading your legs open and pulling you panties to hang off them. he could stay like this, jerking off over your ass, squeezing and grabbing at the soft flesh and getting little peaks of your cunt. but he knows he’ll give in. he needs you, honeybun. Jack had a long shift, you’ll let him play with you a bit, yeah?
“love your little pussy, baby.” he uses his thumbs to spread your ass, seeing your wet entrance stretch a little. “daddy’s gonna be a little rough baby, m’sorry.” he mumbled low into the room as he climbs overtop of you. “but daddy also had a rough night. you understand..”
he holds your ass apart as he rubs his tip along your cunt, wasting no time and shoving himself inside you halfway. the intrusion of his girthy cock forcing into your sleepy, unstretched cunt wakes you immediately, getting a shrieky oh!! out of you, your head turning as you squirm under him.
“m’sorry honey..” Jack mumbles, though holding your back down to stop you from lifting up. “j-Jack..? Jack??” you gasp, grasping at the cushions under you when he thrusts the rest of himself in you, a raspy groan exiting him. he fucks you harder when you clenched down, eager to push him out but he’s just so fucking big.
your hand reaches back to try and overpower him, push him off, something, “stop baby, stop,” Jack pushes you back down, ignoring your little mewls and moans and grabbing at your chin from the side. “s’just me, ok? look, open your eyes-yeah, see? just me,” he nods along to his words, looking into your sleepy, frightened eyes as you sport a pout, whimpering under him.
you let out a breath, relaxing in his grip while he continues to fuck you open, “Jaaack, m’sleepy, can’t do this when you’re so big..” you whine, wrapping your arms around your pillow and arching your ass up to him. “i know babygirl, daddys sorry. had a rough night..just lemme use my girl a second, kay?”
his meaty hands holds your hips down to the couch, and he throws his head back in a groan, mouth agape and brows reaching his hairline. “fuuuck baby that’s it, that’s fuckin’ it. she’s bein’ soo good…soo warm n wet for me.” “m’always good for you, jackie..” your little voice makes his head perk up, seeing you look up at him so sweet, sucking on your bottom lip as the sun creeps onto your face.
“yes you are baby, f’course you are,” he sports a little smile through his parted lips, “always so good for me, even when you’re sleep. always open up for me, welcome me with this wet pussy,” he slaps your ass, grabbing it and jiggling you in his grasp. “you still tired baby? can go to sleep if you want, ok? don’t worry bout me, i’ll be done soon.”
you hear the soft clap of his pelvis hitting your ass when he starts driving his cock in you, one hand flat on your back as the other pets at your head, laying you back against the pillow sweetly. “mhm, fuck-yeah, daddy’ll be done soon. so fucking good honey.” hes so sweetums ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა
soft launching my size kink by telling him “I’m soo much stronger than you” uggh it makes my brain dizzy.. and they fall for it everyy time sending those slutty bicep pictures in a heartbeat
and this will be the death of me cause I went on a date with this guy once and all I could babble out when we met was “omg you’re soo tall.. what the fuck..” which I reiterated multiple times after he hugged me
soft launching my size kink by telling him “I’m soo much stronger than you” uggh it makes my brain dizzy.. and they fall for it everyy time sending those slutty bicep pictures in a heartbeat
cw: 18+ mdni, smut, d/ș dynamics, humpíng :p, p in v
He’s been making those corny jokes your entire shift, randomly poking your sides as he sees you rounding the nurses station trying to find spare rooms, bumping shoulders when you’re observing a patient.
“What’s up with you tonight Dr. Abbot?”
His eyes flicker from you, who’s typing away at the computer, then to Lena who’s more than intrigued. You can see the the end of his lip curve upward just for a slight second, sucking in a breath before putting on that charming smile, “I can’t check on my favorite nurses? Aren’t I supposed to be a good attending?”
You and Lena share a look, both laughing and continuing your tasks, you point at him, finally giving the older man the time of day to see that beautiful face in all your glory, pursing your lips, “First, get away from my station with your shit,” you lick your lips, trying to hide your smile, “and Trauma 2 needs you.”
Abbot let’s put an exaggerated sigh , feet already heading in that direction before you call out, “And try to keep your hands to yourself this time around!”
You’d take those words back if you knew the old man would have you like this, pussy gushing while you clawed at the pillows of your bed, whining and shaking your hips for more movement. Jacks heavy cock slowly rutting through your glistening folds. His cockhead leaking pre everytime he rolls the tip around your puffy clit that makes you groan out.
You reach for his hip again, letting him smack you hand away for the nth time this morning, “You said no touchin honey,” he tilts his head to the side rolling his hips fast this time, watching you wither and gasp at the feel. “M only following your orders.”
“That was only- anngh- only at work!” You whine, glaring at Jack.
“Don’t make that face baby,” he chides with a smirk, leaning back on his hands on the bed, grinding his hips into yours hard, “You run the show here [+], remember?” He grunts, your so fucking warm even if his dick is just feeling the syrup on your pussy lips, “Oooonly doin’ what you tell me to. Mmh- tell me what you want from me sweetheart.”
You mewl, hiccuping, “W-Want you t’ touch me.”
“Been touchin you this whole time though, huh,” Jack, gently pulls you closer by your plush thighs, letting his throbbing tip, ‘plap, plap, plap’ against your fluttering hole. Putting the tip in before pulling out juuust enough then smearing himself on your cunt, “Feel how good we fit together pretty?”
You let out a frustrated cry, tears starting to brim your eyes as you bottom lip trembles. You feel Jacks hand run down your thighs, his voice softer, richer, “Don’t start that baby, told you to use your words.”
“My words.” You repeat, incoherent to Jack but he nods, encouraging you. You let out a breath, “Need you inside me Jack, hck- aangh- please?”
And it’s just enough, Jack sinking his dick inside your hole inch for inch. Stretching you out so good all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut, clawing at his biceps till he’s folding you in half. His lips finding your plump ones as he rolls his hips into yours, velvety walls holding onto him so snug around him as he picks up his pace.
“Goood job baby.”
a/n: I KNOW I don’t go here, it’s obvious, let me have fun too!!! I was converted!!
Being Jack abbots little young girlfriend and he just gives you his phone. Obviously because you know more about it!!!
He’s driving and his phone dings loudly over the speakers, he nods his head towards it to you in the passenger seat. “Can you see who that is for me?”
When you grab it and open it up (because of course you memorized his password) you groan seeing the text. “Robby says he will be thirty minutes late.”
Jack hums. He’s already switching on the blinker and making a turn. “Well in that case let’s go pick out some ice cream for my girl huh?”
Also!!! Whenever you walk anyplace he just hands it to you. Like the responsibility of putting the phone in his pocket is too much so he whispers out an: “hold on to this for me honey.”
Whenever he gets a call you pull it out and he answers. Always mumbling a “thank you baby.” Like you’re keeping him on track.
And not to mention he comes to you on the weekends showing you his email and asking. “I’ve been trying for fifteen minutes. How do I find the receipt for the airbnb we booked.”
“Jack you told me to book it.”
“How do I find the receipt to the air bnb you booked.”
n’Jack is so deathly scared of someone taking his phone and seeing the nudes you send him in little panties, he’s this close to putting all those photos on a USB. Until you show him the little private folder.
Old man with his phone is what I’m trying to get at.
been thinking too much about jack abbot with younger gf who cries at everything because she’s very sensitive: commercials, little dogs, the elderly on the street…. so when jack is balls deep in her and she can’t help but cry, he has to comfort her and he’s fucking dirty about it
crybaby with jack abbot
WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (MDNI) - dacryphilia, penetration sex, jack calls himself daddy yeah i stand by it, fem!reader, established relationship, age gap relationship mentioned, lowkey not as dirty as i would’ve liked it to get but i felt like it was just getting too long
A/N: ohhhh my fucking god YES. you get me. also i’m sorry these requests are coming out so slow. i have so many ideas of new stories or ways to write my requests but sometimes i suck at actually sitting down and writing!! i’ll always get there eventually lmao
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you’re always one to cry. you hate that you are. especially when you started dating jack. he was so much older than you, much more stoic and mature. age plus the army made his maturity seem like something you could only dream of. but he was so patient with you.
so patient when you pathetically welled up at the thought of old people or dogs being put down or the life insurance ads where the family talk about what would happen if one of them died. tears would form in the corners of those pretty eyes of yours and jack would comfort you. you cried over everything. so he really shouldn’t have been surprised when everything included when he was balls deep inside you.
you're panting into his mouth, senses dulled as he continues to fuck you. his mouth crashes against yours, messily tangling his tongue with yours. you don’t know when it happened. all you remember is feeling the way jack's hips snap forward with rough, deep thrusts. his hips are ruthless as his balls smack against your ass, each thrust slapping his thighs against yours. you arch your back, nails searching his shoulders as you try to hold on for support. it’s too much, it’s all so overwhelming. you’re so overstimulated from the feeling of him deep inside you.
you felt wetness starts to gleam in your eyes, eyes shining over and your lower lip started to tremble. before you knew it, you started sobbing. fat, pretty tears streaming down your face, dampening his pillow when you turn your head to the side. you whine and blink up at jack pathetically, sniffling loudly and drool coming out of your mouth. your eyes and nose were red, lips swollen and sticky from where your tears fell down your cheeks and you caught them.
the first time you cried during sex, jack came within seconds. seeing you like that, all pliant and pleading. it got him so fucking hard. like right now. you’re looking at him through wet lashes, and your eyes glistened. his hips rut against your faster when he looks into your eyes, he’s got less control over his movements. he hits deeper inside you, your walls clenching around him.
“oh sweetheart, what’s got you all worked up, hm?” he coos at you. which makes you feel even more pathetic. you feel like a baby.
he moves one of his hands to your face, wiping your tears with his fingers. his fingers glisten and he presses them against your lips. you open up for him without hesitation, tasting the saltiness of your tears on your tongue. he pushes them deeper into your mouth to hear you gag, tears forming in your eyes again. this time because you’re trying not to choke.
“fucking you so good that you can’t speak, huh?” he says, fingers finally coming out of your mouth. it’s all too much for you. his voice, his movements, the feeling of his cock grinding against your deepest parts over and over again. globs of tears stream down your face again, sniffling dramatically as you whine loudly.
“shhh no need to cry sweetheart, daddy’s got you.”
