summary: reed never thought that by leaving you he'd miss on the chance of being a father.
warnings: infidelity, mention of reed and sue getting a divorce, unplanned pregnancy, angst, not proofread sorry
word count: 2.8k
A/N: im sorry this is probably ass, i haven't written in forever
“We can’t do this anymore.”
Reed’s voice rang through your ears, pulling you right out of the soft afterglow of your usual encounter.
You lifted your head from his chest, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”
You noticed something was off about him when he walked through your door that night. He had that look in his eyes he always had after a bad day at work or after a fight with the woman he called his wife. You tried to get him to talk about it, your relationship wasn't just sex after all. Well–technically it was since you couldn't call a married man your boyfriend. But it wasn't like all you ever did was fuck, with time he had started to open up about his struggles and you did the same. There were more than a few times when he came over and all you did was cuddle while telling each other about your day.
The wounded expression in your eyes was more than enough to want to make him take his words back, but he knew he couldn't.
“Sue and I are gonna start trying for a baby.”
You propped yourself on one elbow, using your other hand to hold the sheets to your chest. You searched his face for any sign that would tell you he was just playing a sick joke on you. Nothing.
“You said you didn't–” You swallowed. “You said you two had given up on–”
“We had.” He cut in. “It’s just– I got home one afternoon and she was drunk and she started crying saying how I've been distant, that she misses when we used to talk about a family together. I thought she'd forget about it the next day but she didn't and she said that maybe, if we started trying to have a family again it would bring us closer. She looked so vulnerable the night before that I– that I just caved in.”
You didn't notice the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes until they started falling. Time seemed to stand still. When you started this thing you had with Reed months ago you had told yourself again and again you wouldn't get attached, but that proved to be an impossible task.
“And you didn't think to tell me this before we fucked? You knew you'd have to tell me and you acted like you just didn't want to talk about what was going on so you could get into my bed.”
Reed reached for you. He wanted to grab you and pull you into his arms like he'd done countless times before, but he stopped when he noticed the way your body went taut with tension. You pulled the sheets tighter against your chest, like trying to shield yourself.
“I just wanted to feel you one last time.” He muttered, hating how selfish it sounded when he said it outloud.
You let out a humorless laugh. “One last time, huh?”
“I gotta do things right by that baby.” He sighed. “I know he's not here yet but I know I gotta be a good dad if I don't want him to turn out too much like me. I can't do that if you're in the picture.”
Tears kept falling down your face. You felt dirty, used even.
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing would come out. You knew there was nothing you could say that would change things. Reed wanted to be a dad, you were aware of it so there was no way he would ever pick you over the chance of getting that family he always dreamed of, even if it was with the woman he claimed he didn't love anymore.
Reed’s face twisted with pain, watching you cry like this might have been one of the hardest things he ever had to witness. He wished you would scream, slap him or anything that wasn't just crying because it only made him feel worse.
“I'm sorry, baby.”
You shook your head, bringing your hands up to wipe your face. “Please don't… Just leave.”
“I don't wanna leave you like this.”
“Please…” your voice cracked. “Just get out.”
Reed looked at you for a few seconds, a tear falling down his own face. God, he wished he could've met you first instead of Sue. He would've given you everything. The house, the ring, everything would've been yours. Maybe now it would be you and him happily trying for a baby instead of him and Sue.
Slowly, he gathered his clothes and dressed himself.
When he was done you were laying on your side, turning your back on him. He hesitated before leaning down and kissing your hair tenderly. “Goodbye.”
The first few weeks after things ended with Reed were hell.
You tried to keep yourself busy with work, friends and trying different hobbies but the whole time it felt like you were on autopilot. You were so focused on doing whatever you could to not think about him that you didn't even notice your period was late until it had already been a month.
You tried to convince yourself it was just stress. Your period had never been the most regular and having your period late due to stress was no stranger to you. Besides you and Reed were always careful so it couldn't be.
Well–you were careful most of the time.
There had been more than a few times where you were out of condoms at your place and he'd forgotten to pick some up on his way over. And instead of being responsible you both just acted on impulse and your desire for each other.
Your head was spinning with doubts and insecurities as you drove to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test. You knew that at some point in your life you would like to be a mom, but the idea of doing it on your own terrified you and you couldn't just call Reed and expect him to be there for you.
You had tried to reach out the day you realised your period was late, but your messages never got anywhere because he had blocked you.
Those five minutes you spent in your bathroom waiting for the result may have been the longest of your life. You were sure that when you saw those two pink, clear as day lines you cried for a solid twenty minutes non-stop.
All throughout the pregnancy your friends and your parents helped you as much as they could. They organised a baby shower, your gender reveal party and they always made sure at least one person went with you to the pre-natal appointments. They all had questions surrounding who the father was but they ultimately accepted your answer when you told them it was just some guy who didn't want to be involved.
The first year of your baby boy was the hardest on you. He was an absolute dream, a cute baby with round cheeks full, the softest brown curls and round chocolate eyes, all things he had got from her father. But he sure kept you up with late night feedings and changes of diapers. As much help as you got from everyone around you, it wasn't the same as having a partner who would take turns with you for the feedings or who would just hold you when your body ached from the post-partum.
When your son turned three, you thought he’d look for you. Around the time it had been all over the news that Reed Richards and Sue Storm had got a divorce. It felt bad to say you were happy about it, but you were, maybe now he’d look for you again. You imagined him contacting you, how he’d react when you told him about your son only to get heartbroken all over again.
Today you were at the park.
Your son had recently turned five and things got a bit easier the more he grew. It was sad to see him grow up so fast but you loved seeing him develop his personality and being able to have somewhat of a conversation with him instead of having him respond with just babbles.
You wished you could say you didn't love or think about Reed anymore, but it was difficult to forget him when you were raising a mini version of him.
You found out pretty early on your boy had not only got his father's looks but his brains too. More often than not he asked questions that would leave you speechless. In those moments you always imagined the type of answers Reed could give him, what conversations they would have if he knew about him.
You were sitting on a nearby bench while your son played on the monkey bars. You were so focused on watching him as he went back and forth, always a bit scared that he was going to fall off, that you didn't notice the man that was staring at you across the playground.
Reed had just been out for a walk. He needed some fresh air after spending the last few days locked away in his lab. He was walking through the park, passing by the playground in the middle of it when he spotted you sitting on a bench.
You looked just as he remembered. Same smile that used to drive him crazy, same hair he used to love touching and those same eyes that had plagued his dreams the past few years.
He followed your line of sight and his stomach dropped as he took in the little boy’s appearance. It was like looking at a tiny version of him, only that with your same smile.
The little boy couldn't be older than five. He hadn't seen you in six years, counting the nine months of pregnancy it made sense. But it couldn't be, right? You sure would've told him if you had been carrying his baby. Maybe you just had another man with similar features to him.
Except that didn't make sense. He knew the whole time you had the affair you didn't date anyone else, even if you didn't say it out loud he could tell how in love with him you were. He'd seen it in how you'd wait for him, always going out of your way to make yourself available for him. Besides in the times you didn't wear a condom you reassured him telling him you were clean and that you weren't sleeping with anyone else.
He took a few deep breaths to collect himself and walked up to you without a second thought.
You noticed him before he called your name. You saw a figure approaching you and immediately switched your attention from your son.
Your jaw slacked when your eyes landed on him. Your first instinct was to flee, hand reaching for your bag and opening your mouth to call out for your kid.
He held out his hand, making you pause. “Wait. Don't leave.”
You released your bag from your grip and Reed sat down next to you. “What are you doing here?” You asked, moving away to create some distance between you.
“I needed fresh air.”
At the same time you both turned towards your son. Reed spoke again. “Is he your…”
You nodded. “Ian.”
You were interrupted by him. “Mommy, do you know Mr. Fantastic?”
Without waiting for your answer, Ian turned towards him. “Hi.” He stretched his hand towards Reed. “I'm Ian.”
Reed paused for a second. Up close the similarities were even more undeniable. “Hi, Ian.” He shook the little boy's hand softly. “I'm Reed. I'm an old friend of your mom's.”
“Ian, why don't you go back to playing? Me and Reed need to catch up on some grown up stuff.”
“But I wanna talk to Mr. Fantastic too.” Ian complained, pouting.
Naturally Reed stepped in. “Listen to your mom, buddy. We can talk later.”
Ian sighed but ran towards the slide, leaving you and Reed in a silence so thick it could be cut with a knife.
“He’s mine, isn’t he?.”
You knew you couldn’t deny it. Reed was the smartest man in the world and the similarities between them could be seen by anyone with two eyes. “Yes.”
Reed let out a shaky breath and ran a hand over his face. He left you to try for a baby with a woman he didn’t love as much as he loved you and not only did he not have a baby with her but he had also missed his son’s entire life.
He thought of all the milestones and developmental changes he missed from seeing him for the first time in the ultrasound to when he started kindergarten. Kids grew and changed so fast and he had missed all of it.
Tears welled up in his waterline. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You blocked me everywhere.” you huffed. “What was I supposed to do? Show up at your door? Send a carrier pigeon? Believe me, I tried so many times to call you.”
Reed cursed under his breath, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head. “It 's okay. I was angry at you for a long time, but I got over it with time.”
Reed gave you a sad smile before looking towards Ian again. “What’s he like?”
“He’s a lot like you. He asks questions that I don’t even know how to start answering.” You chuckled. “He’s a really good kid. His teachers and the coach at his little soccer league love him.”
“He plays soccer?”
“Yeah. My dad had him watching the world cup and he asked me if he could try it. He loves it and he made a lot of friends there.”
“I’m glad to know he’s more social than I am.”
“He still likes his alone time. I used to feel bad when I saw him playing with his legos all alone but he likes it. The few times I tried to help him he got pretty frustrated. He loves those spaceship ones and everything that’s related to space.”
Reed’s eyes never left him. He was running around with some kid close to his age, his laugh echoed through his ears. “He sounds amazing.”
“I was scared he was gonna have some weird ability but so far nothing.”
Reed let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Before his whole marriage crumbled and he and Sue were still trying for a baby that had been his main concern, having a kid that was too much like him. “That 's good. We should still keep an eye on it though.”
“We?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.
“I’m sorry.” He swallowed and his eyes finally met yours. “I know I was awful to you and I know I don’t have the right to just walk into your life and be his dad, but now that I know I have a kid I can’t just act like he doesn’t exist. I won’t.”
Despite some of the resentment you still held towards Reed, you knew you couldn’t keep Ian from having a relationship with his dad because of it. You always told him that his dad was busy and that’s why he couldn’t be with you, but that wouldn’t keep him happy for much longer. “If you wanna know him you’re gonna do it my way and as slow as I want you to. We’re gonna tell him you’re just an old friend and when he’s ready we’ll tell him. Together.”
Reed nodded quickly. “Whatever you say.”
“I mean it.” you pointed a finger at his chest. “If you hurt him I’m never letting you see him until he’s old enough to decide if he wants anything to do with you.”
His heart picked up at your stern words and the feel of your finger on his chest, even if the contact was brief it brought up something in him. “I promise I’ll try my hardest to be there for him… and for you. I won’t do anything you don’t want to.”
“Good.” You moved back, letting your hand fall back into your lap. “He has a game on Saturday morning. You can come if you want to.”
Reed's eyes lit up at the opportunity. “Of course I do.”
You exchanged numbers that afternoon. Reed ended up staying at the park with you until it was time to go home. He even talked to Ian for a while while he pushed him on the swings. You didn't want it to have an effect on you, but seeing them together stirred up some old feelings in you too.
Thank you so much for reading. Please consider commenting, reblogging or sending an ask if you liked this. I wanna write more Reed.
I'm sorry for any mistakes. My beta reader is not the sharpest tool in the shed and she's lazy but she's cute so I keep her around. All grammar mistakes are on HER
Description: You meet Andrew at the bar, and are looking for a quick fuck. Andrew seems to have read things wrong and wants more from that night.
Warning: andrew cody x reader, delusional!andrew, mention of b*z and sm*rf, one night stand (not really), cursing, dirty talk, p in v sex, dick slapping, use of condom, NSFW MDNI 18+
Word Count: 2.7k
You met at Deran’s bar, you had seen him sitting broodingly from across the room clenching the same beer he had been nursing since he’d arrived. Although his energy wasn’t necessarily inviting, there was something pulling you into him.
Maybe it was the fact that you could see the bulge of his muscle from under his black t-shirt, his freckled skin, or maybe the fact that it had been almost a year since you had sex.
Ever since you had broken up, you had gotten zero play from anyone. Initially you needed that time to recuperate since the breakup was rough and messy, but now it felt as if you were going to burst if you didn’t get some immediately.
You and your friends sat within the booth, despite the growing conversation around you, you couldn’t help but fade out and focus only on the stoic man across the room. Your friend beside you noticed your gaze had wandered and your participation in the conversation had left. “Hey babe”, her eyes followed yours and found what was on the end of it. “Ohhhh…girl, I know it’s been a while you better hop on that!”
You rolled your eyes and gave a sheepish smile, “I don’t know…I mean he’s cute but…should I?”, You turned and looked at her.
“It’s been too long, you better go after it. It doesn’t mean you have to date him or anything, you have a hookup.”
You nod in agreement, quelling any inch of you trying to deny yourself a simple pleasure that could come.
“Okay I’m gonna do it”, You shimmy your way out of the booth and make your way over to him. You stand next to him and call the bartender over to order another drink, his eyes glance down at you before returning back to his lap.
“Hi, can I get a vodka cran please, thank you.” As the bartender walks away, you turn your focus towards the man.
“Soooo, what brings you here?”
He raises his head, turns to look behind him before looking at you with a puzzled look, “Are you talking to me?”
You giggle lightly, “Yes I’m talking to you. What brings you here?”
“It’s my brother’s bar…Deran. Just here for a beer.”
“Oh really? Wait which one? Are you Baz, Craig, or Pope?”
“I’m…Pope, but you can call me Andrew.”
“Okay Andrew, well is it alright that I stand here with you?”, You inch your body a tad closer to his, making your arms brush.
He looks down at the brief connection before responding, “It’s okay.”
If Andrew was being honest he was confused why you were standing with him. He saw you sitting with a group of your friends earlier so it made no sense for you to saddle up beside him.
He’s not gonna deny the fact that he noticed you when you walked in, it was hard for him to not notice a girl like you. You were very attractive and you had an outfit that accentuated all of the best parts of you. So it made him curious why on earth someone like you was standing near someone like him.
You both chatted for longer, the drinks flowing through your body providing you with the confidence to flirt with Andrew.
“So, do you have a girlfriend?”
Andrew gives a snort at your question, “No, do you have a boyfriend?”
“No, no boyfriend for me”, you say with a smirk.
The air settles but you both maintain eye contact. In most cases, your eyes would quickly dart away, but it was something about his warm hazel eyes that drew you in.
The rumble of his voice interrupts the comfortable silence, “Why are you over here?”. He gave no pleasantries to bring up the elephant in the room. You laugh at his brusque attitude, “Right to it huh?”
“I wasn’t trying to be rude.”
You grab his forearm and give a gentle squeeze, “I know! But if I’m honest I came over here because I think you’re cute and I was hoping to get to know you a little bit tonight.” You left out the part that you were hoping to get to know him in the bedroom too.
“You think I’m…cute?”
Why on earth did you find him cute, he thought to himself.
“Extremely cute. If I’m being honest probably the most attractive guy I’ve seen in a long time.”
Andrew honestly couldn’t believe his ears. If he was being honest he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. There’s no way that a girl like you thought that he was attractive.
You could sense Andrew was in his head about the new revelation, the admission and the music booming from the speakers nearby wouldn’t allow his brain to process how he felt.
Maybe a change in scenery will help, you thought. You gingerly grabbed his hand and pulled him in the direction of the door, “Would you come outside with me?” He nodded and allowed you to pull him along like a puppy on a leash.
You both walked outside, finding a spot near the fire pit. Andrew sat first and you sat beside him, choosing to rest your legs laid across his lap, your hands naturally gravitated to grab his hands and hold them in your lap.
“So, like I said earlier. I think you’re a very attractive guy and…if you are okay with it, I’d love to give you a kiss.”
Andrew’s hesitation was barely visible to the naked eye, but you could see it momentarily flash before he nodded profusely, wanting to taste your lips dearly.
You lean in and plant a fat kiss to kiss lips. Initially, he is frozen but after the feel of your soft lips pushing onto his, he melts into your kiss. He allows the kiss to remain chaste but it’s you who pushes for more. You slide your tongue on the seam of his lips, hoping he’ll allow you access to explore his mouth.
He opens his mouth timidly, giving you access to lick into his mouth. Your tongue tastes exactly as he thought, the slight punch of vodka, the twang of cranberry, and a hint of minty flavor from your toothpaste. You moaned at the flavor of his mouth, savoring the bready flavor of beer that seeped from him.
His hands slid from resting in your lap to now kneading the fat on your hips. If it wasn’t for the people who were the people who had come outside, your kiss would have led you to fuck him there in front of the fire pit.
You pulled away much to both of your chagrin and panted, “Would you want to come back to my place?” Your heart was pounding within your chest, not only because the kiss from this gentle giant was passionate but a part of you was anxious for his reply.
“Yes,” he growled. As you looked into his eyes now, they were no longer the warm amber color but now a deep dark brown with lust.
You both had made your way to his car, him making the short drive to your home, trying to maintain your composure and not kiss and lick his neck as you gave him directions.
Once inside, the kiss continued, only now he gained the confidence to pick you up and settle your core on his hardening cock, instinctively you wrap your thick legs around his waist.
You quickly pull away to tell him where your bedroom was, “down the hallway, second door on the left.”, then quickly pressed steamy kisses to his neck.
It takes everything in Andrew to not fuck you against the wall, but he knew he wanted to be a gentleman and treat you right. No lady such as yourself should have the first time with a man outside of the bedroom, truthfully if he had more time he wished he could have made it more special maybe some candles or something to make it more romantic.
In Andrew’s eyes, this wasn’t a one-night stand situation, he planned to make you his. It’s not that he wasn’t privy to a quick fuck, lord knows Smurf dropped plenty of women in his lap so he could release tension for a night, but with you he could sense that you needed a man like him as soon as you waltzed right up to him.
Andrew had found your bedroom with ease, making his way into the room and shutting the door with his foot. He threw you down on your bed, eagerly stripping himself down to his boxers, then climbed over your body. He started to peel your clothes off stopping after each item was removed to pepper soft passionate kisses where he could. You moaned at how gentle the man above you was being.
Andrew reveled in your beauty once all of your clothes were removed, the curve of your breast, your soft supple waist. His eyes finally landed on your core, your legs were crossed, hiding your wet entrance from him. He feels like most people feel on Christmas, unwrapping their present with so much eagerness, so excited to set their eyes on what lies inside. He gently pulls your legs apart and finally he's able to set his sights on just how wet you were, practically cooing at how gorgeous your pussy was.
He finally looks up to see your face, your features highlighted by the moon shining through the window and your mouth agape in pleasure.
"Can I taste you?" he asked in a desperate tone.
As much as you loved the idea of having a hot muscular man between your thighs making you cum with only his tongue, something about getting head felt a little too romantic, something about getting head from someone who yearned to taste you was too much and didn't give the impression of a one-night stand.
You shook your head lightly telling him, "I need you in me". You grabbed the fat of his ass and pulled his hips to press against your wet slit, He pouted at the denial, but let out a groan at the contact. Soon the idea of him between your legs was forgotten but, for Andrew it was saved for later. He made work of pulling off his boxers as you searched your bedside drawer for a condom. You tore it open pulling the condom out, Andrew moaned at the feel of your hands gliding down his cock.
The moment the condom is on, Andrew pushes you back onto your back, grabs your thighs, and rests them on his hips. He grips his cock and slides his pink tip up and down your slick entrance. He looks up to you, confirming that you want to continue, you nod eagerly, wanting him to keep going. He slowly pushes inside of you, you both release a moan at the pleasure.
His dick was exactly as you imagined, thick, veiny, and filling you perfectly. With him a little over halfway in, it felt as if you couldn't breathe. When he finally pushed in fully to the hilt, you breathed out a deep sigh and ran your fingers up and down his muscular chest, Andrew paused, letting you adjust to his size.
"You can go Andrew" you whisper, looking deeply into his eyes.
He starts with a slow pace, treasuring the sweet whines you made on each thrust. Your pretty face screwed up in pleasure was feeding an insatiable piece inside of him, something told him that he would do anything to keep seeing this side of you.
Although the stretch of his dick felt heavenly, you were greedy for more, you made grabby hands pull at his neck and bring him down for a heated kiss. You trail your kisses down his neck, mumbling into it, "Please fuck me harder Andrew, I need you".
How could he deny you when you were so needy and asking him so sweetly?
"Yea you need me? You need me to fuck you harder sweet girl?" he said in a mocking tone.
You nod dumbly with a pout. "Please Andy, need you.”
He groans at hearing how badly you needed him. Without breaking eye contact, he grips your hips and pushes into you with a strong powerful pace, the sound of your moans and his grunts quickly being drowned by the loud slapping sound of his hips snapping into yours.
"Fuck angel, you're so fuckin' tight–shit–god this pussy's so good." he babbles. He brings his head towards your chest and sucks your nipple intently before switching to the next.
"Mmh, god Andy it's so good!" you moan out. You scratch up and down his back.
The sex is even better than either of you imagined, the undeniable chemistry between you has been bubbling all night, and the passion he gave was mouthwatering. Tonight was exactly what you needed Andrew was giving you his all and was eager to please you.
Just thinking about it was making you wetter by the second. So wet that Andrew could hear the wetness with each thrust.
"On is your pretty pussy talking to me? Y’like that baby?" he whispers to your core. He pulls out and taps his cock on your clit a few times before pushing back inside, now giving even stronger thrusts than before.
The more he thrust, the closer you got to your release. You reached down to frantically rub at your clit, but were swatted away by Andrew's meaty hand. He tsked, "Only I get to rub your clit angel." his fingers rubbed diligently while thrusting deeply inside of you, your orgasm is quickly approaching and Andrew can feel the grip of your pussy tightening around him.
"Whose pussy is this? Huh, whose fuckin' pussy is this?" he grunts above you.
In your head, you recognized this as odd but you were far too cock drunk to give it much thought. So you naturally gave him exactly what he wanted.
"Fuuuuck–it's yours...this pussy's all yours Andy." Unknowingly, you just helped Andrew stake his claim in you. For him, this solidified the beginning of your relationship. He melted into you and pressed a searing kiss to your lips.
You mumble into his lips, "I'm gonna cum Andy!” he responds by pounding into you harder grunting loudly in your ear, "Angel, I'm gonna cum too. Wanna cum with you–shit Let's cum together.”
You nod and within a few more thrusts and rubs of your clit, you're on the edge. "m'gonna cum Andy" you moan, running your fingers over his sweat-sheened chest. Suddenly his thrusts start to falter, signaling he's at his reach too.
You both moan out, your pussy clenching around him and him releasing into the condom. You both are panting into each other's mouths, exhausted from coming down from your shared high.
Andrew peeled off the condom, walked to your bathroom, and tossed it in the trash. You heard him rummaging through the linen closet, pulling out a towel before returning back to bed. He quickly wiped you down, trying his best to wipe away your slick.
You wrapped yourself in the blanket ready to fall asleep, before Andrew delicately placed his shirt over your head.
You were too tired to usher him out and chose to let him lie beside you. He grabbed your hips and pulled your ass back into his crotch and nuzzled his nose into your neck, then drifted off to sleep.
"Goodnight my angel”, he whispered.
When you woke up Andrew was gone. Internally you were grateful as last night you felt like Andrew was assuming that your one-night stand was something more.
You got up and walked into your kitchen to find a full spread of eggs, bacon, pancakes along with a bouquet of flowers and a note.
You walked closer and examined the note which said, “Morning beautiful. I had to leave but I'll be back later @ 6 to pick you up for our date. Last night was amazing. ~Andrew”
You knew then you were fucked. Apparently you should have made it clear that this was only for one night.
a/n: ugh the idea of pope being a quick fuck and him being like um no you’re my wife now has been rotting my brain for the longest, so i had to bring it to life! i really hope you enjoy, feel free to comment, like or reblog if you did! if you have a prompt feel free to inbox me or send me an ask :) 🐛💗
❤︎ Summary : Your boyfriend and Chief Attending, Michael Robinavitch, loves tearing you into pieces just to patch you back up.
❤︎ Content Warning : HEAVY THEMES!! MDNI!! dead dove : do not eat! Michael Robinovitch x MS4 fem! afab! reader. Implied age gap. Robby is cannon age and reader is late twenties. medical inaccuracies. Robby is very emotional manipulative and emotionally abusive. brief mention of sex. brief mention of stalking. power imbalance. lmk if i forgot anything. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
❤︎ Word Count : 2.1k
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“I love you.” Simple, yet a three word sentence that carries a lot of weight. You don't throw the word “love” around lightly, you are supposed to say it once you know, and you thought you knew what it was. You thought you loved Michael Robinavitch, but he proved you wrong.
You're a fourth year med student at PTMC. You were very smart, about to graduate at the top of your class, and you had a very bright future ahead of you. You got the news that you got accepted into a very prestigious pediatric program in New York and it was like all of your hard work finally paid off. Once you told your “boyfriend”, your chief attending Michael Robinavitch, he wasn't very happy.
When you started your ED rotations, you fit right in. Everyone seemed to like you and you made friends very quickly. You thrived in chaos and you had ED experience from your father, who was also an ED chief attending. Once Robby saw the new, young and very beautiful med student, he knew he needed to have you.
Robby took it upon himself to be your mentor, he taught you everything you know, according to him. When you started med school, you were already fairly knowledgeable about being a doctor because of your father. So, med school was like a cakewalk for you. You passed every practical exam, midterm, and any other assessment with flying colors. All thanks to you, not Robby.
Robby had a weird attraction to you. Maybe it was because you were very bright, but it was because you were very naive. Yes you were very knowledgeable in the hospital and medical aspect, but you were very innocent in others. With your dad being a doctor and your mom being a psychologist, they were very strict with you and pushed you to be the best. In high school, you spent the majority of your time in either your room studying, reading medical journals your dad gave you, or volunteering at the hospital your parents worked at. You never had a boyfriend and definitely never went to parties and got black out drunk like your friends did. You thought moving to Pittsburgh for college would change that, but it didn't. You were in a brand new city thousands of miles away from home, and you still did the same exact thing, but just in your dorm.
You felt comfortable with Robby. He offered to drive you home one night after pretty much stalking you for six months, but you didn’t need to know that. From then on out, he drove you home every night after shift change and asked you to be his girlfriend after only two weeks of whatever you guys had going on. He treated you nicely, sometimes, and he cared about you, also sometimes. His favorite thing to do was tear you down until you were nothing and piece you back together. But, because he was your first boyfriend, that’s what you thought love was.
Sex was a big thing in your budding relationship. It was almost every day you guys had sex. At first, you didn’t really want to have sex—you were a virgin and he knew that. But, Robby made you feel so comfortable and promised to take it slow with you. To which he immediately broke his promise, like always, and practically bruised your pelvic bone from slamming his cock into you over and over and over again.
“You hurt me, Robby,” you whimper as you curl into his chest after your first time.
“I know, baby, I know” Robby coos. He gets off on watching you cry. He gets off on watching you in pain.
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It’s almost time for shift change and you’re exhausted. Everything that went wrong went wrong and Robby was being the same old Robby. Being nice and bringing you coffee before your shift. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was pulling you into the hallway to berate you for not catching something quick enough. He caught it way after you did, but you couldn’t know that.
“I thought everyone was wrong saying you were just another dumb med student, but I’m starting to think they are right” Robby snaps. One of your patients was going into cardiac arrest, and you caught it before anything horrible could happen. The patient lived and you were praised by everyone else involved. But, Robby was pissed.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Robby” you mumble with tears falling from your eyes.
“Oh my God. Are you seriously crying? You’re fucking pathetic.” Robby laughs. “Get back to work.”
With all the crying and whimpering coming from you, he hoped you didn’t notice the growing bulge in his pants. He loved this.
“Yes, sir.” you say with your head hung low so he couldn’t see anymore of your tears.
“Hey” he moved your chin to look up at him. “I’m only doing this to help you, sweetheart,” wiping the tears from your eyes and kissing your forehead. Talking in that sweet tone he always did after he screamed at you.
You give him a dopey smile in return. “I know, Dr. Robby. I love you.”
“I know you do, honey”
Finally you go to your locker to gather your belongings and go meet Robby in the parking lot. He drives you back to his place every night where you pretty much now live. You're checking your phone for a text from Robby because he wasn’t outside yet and you feel a presence behind you. You turn around and are startled by him just standing there. He looks pissed.
“What do you think you're doing?” He questions.
“Umm. I was waiting for you. Did you not want me to?” You say with your brows knitted and a frown on your face.
“I knew you were stupid but not this stupid. I looked over your charts and they look like a child did them.” He is inches away from your face at this point. “So, I want you to go in there and fix your mistakes or I’m just going to leave you here. I don’t bring home moronic girls like you.”
“Yes, Robby. I will fix my mistakes. Thank you for giving me another chance” you mumble.
“Whatever. You have 10 minutes. Hurry up.”
You sprint back into the hospital and find the nearest open computer. You look over all your charts and they look great. Everything was in order, no errors to be seen and you hadn’t even changed anything yet. But, Robby knows best so there must be something you aren’t seeing, right?
“Hey, Dr. Abbot” you ask
“Hey, sunshine. Why are you still here? I just saw Robby go outside to get you” Jack says making his way over to where you were sitting. “I heard about the pediatric residency. The whole Pitt is very proud of you. Robby is very proud of you.”
“Thank you Dr. Abbot. Can you look over my charts real quick?” You plead as you notice that six minutes have already gone by. You didn’t even have the time to process that Robby was proud of you about the residency he was just dogging on the night before.
“Yeah, kiddo” Jack scans over your charts with an impressed look on his face. “Everything looks good to me. These are probably the best charts I’ve ever seen. Great job.” He pats you on your back and walks to where he was called by Dr. Shen. The praise from him makes your heart flutter, but you notice your ten minutes is almost up so you book it back out of the hospital doors.
“Took you long enough” Robby scoffs.
“I’m sorry. I looked over my charts to make sure everything was in order.”
“You should’ve done that the first time”
“I double checked everything and I even had Dr. Abbot look over them. He said they looked great.” You mumble the last part.
“I honestly shouldn’t have even told you. I should have let your charts look like shit so you could learn that you can't just skate by because I’m dating you” Robby says as he grabs your arm to go towards the car.
Robby didn’t even look at your charts. He needed your hospital ID to do so and you had it on you the entire time. This is exactly what he wanted ; you mindlessly listening to him.
The ride home was silent. Robby kept his eyes on the road while you bit your nails, it was a nervous habit you’ve done since you were a kid.
“I'm very proud of you. I hope you know that” Robby says, still maintaining his gaze on the road ahead.
You honestly don’t even want to talk to him right now. He made you look like you didn’t know what you were doing when you and him both knew you did. You caught something that not even he did, and he couldn’t give you props just this one time. He always has to undermine your accomplishments.
“Thank you, Robby,” you mumble
“I’m serious,sweetheart. So so proud.” He breaks his focus for a split second to find your hand and put it in his.
“It doesn’t seem like it sometimes” you murmur. “You were very harsh to me earlier and didn't appreciate it. You hurt my feelings.”
“I know, honey. We’ll talk about that when we get home, yeah?”
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You finally strip out of your scrubs and take a much needed shower. Not only to rinse off the sweat that built up after twelve hours of running around, you also washed off all of the harsh words Robby said to you. This was an everyday ritual for you : you get home, sit in silence for a while, take a shower, and eat dinner with Robby like none of his berating ever happened.
You finish your shower and meet Robby in the kitchen. “Hi, baby. How was your shower?” He questions as he unpacks the takeout he ordered.
“It was good. I needed it” you laugh.
“Go sit on the couch and I’ll meet you there.”
You make your way to the couch and just sit there with your thoughts. You not only wanted to talk about today, but you also wanted to talk about your residency program again.
Robby was the first person you told about it, and he did not seem happy for you.
“Prestigeous? Really? Everyone gets into that program, you aren’t special.” Is what he told you when you came to him to tell him the great news with a huge smile on your face. After hearing that, you cried for hours. Not because he wasn’t happy for you, but because he made you feel like you weren’t enough.
“I got you your favorite Italian place. Take it as a thank you for today.” He says as he sets your plate in front of you on the coffee table.
“Thanks” you mumble.
“I know I hurt your feelings, honey. And I’m sorry. But, you’ve got to understand I can’t treat you better because I'm your boyfriend.”
“I never expect you to treat me any differently than any other med students or residents. I just wish you didn’t-“ Robby cuts you off almost immediately.
“I’m not going to argue with you. I’m telling you sorry so take it.”
You feel defeated. Nothing you tell him will ever amount to anything. So maybe he is right, you should just shut up and take it.
“Ok” you sigh.
“I think you’re forgetting something” he patronizes. You know what he wants.
“I love you” you whisper.
“There we go,” Robby responds with a smile.
Robby thinks in his sick, twisted mind that this is love. That breaking your heart into pieces is showing you he cares. He thinks that insulting you shows you he loves you. Because if he didn’t love you, why would he take the time to do all of this to you?
“Do you love me?” You question. You always tell him “I love you” and he never says it back. It’s always “I know, honey” or he changes the subject entirely.
“I do love you, sweetheart” He croons, cupping your cheek and wiping the tears you had no idea were even forming.
“Then why don’t you tell me you do?” you choke out.
“You haven’t deserved it.”
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i genuinely have no idea what this is. i’ve been reading a lot of angst recently and thought i would write one. this took me like five days to write because i hated all of the versions i first wrote. just to preface, i do not condone anything that happens in this story. but, i hope you guys enjoyed. much love! ❤️🩹
I wanna have an extremely controversial relationship with Robby and Abbot. I want everyone in the ER to know about it. I want Dana to constantly give them the stink eye, and say that they’re “dirty old men who should be ashamed of themselves.” I want Santos to ask pervy questions, only to say that’s disgusting when I answer them. I want Whitaker to be so embarrassed about knowing, that he won’t even look me in the eye. And I also want Frank to make sly jokes about it, only for Robby or Abbot to glare at him. Idk I just really would like that drama.
che me preocupa en serio el nivel de perversidad de los gringos con kiki ramos. todos los argentinos diciendo "ay qué bueno, ojalá le vaya re bien, buenísimo porque necesitamos más jugadores en esa posición" y los otros en los comentarios "es obvio que lo odian, seguramente piensan tal cosa, le van a decir [insertar insulto]". es un pibe que vivió toda su vida acá, juega acá, logró llegar a la sub 17 acá. no entiendo por qué tienen esta obsesión con ver a gente ser mala contra un chico de 17 años!! parece que quieren que sea discriminado así tienen su "gotcha" moment.
summary: reed never thought that by leaving you he'd miss on the chance of being a father.
warnings: infidelity, mention of reed and sue getting a divorce, unplanned pregnancy, angst, not proofread sorry
word count: 2.8k
A/N: im sorry this is probably ass, i haven't written in forever
“We can’t do this anymore.”
Reed’s voice rang through your ears, pulling you right out of the soft afterglow of your usual encounter.
You lifted your head from his chest, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”
You noticed something was off about him when he walked through your door that night. He had that look in his eyes he always had after a bad day at work or after a fight with the woman he called his wife. You tried to get him to talk about it, your relationship wasn't just sex after all. Well–technically it was since you couldn't call a married man your boyfriend. But it wasn't like all you ever did was fuck, with time he had started to open up about his struggles and you did the same. There were more than a few times when he came over and all you did was cuddle while telling each other about your day.
The wounded expression in your eyes was more than enough to want to make him take his words back, but he knew he couldn't.
“Sue and I are gonna start trying for a baby.”
You propped yourself on one elbow, using your other hand to hold the sheets to your chest. You searched his face for any sign that would tell you he was just playing a sick joke on you. Nothing.
“You said you didn't–” You swallowed. “You said you two had given up on–”
“We had.” He cut in. “It’s just– I got home one afternoon and she was drunk and she started crying saying how I've been distant, that she misses when we used to talk about a family together. I thought she'd forget about it the next day but she didn't and she said that maybe, if we started trying to have a family again it would bring us closer. She looked so vulnerable the night before that I– that I just caved in.”
You didn't notice the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes until they started falling. Time seemed to stand still. When you started this thing you had with Reed months ago you had told yourself again and again you wouldn't get attached, but that proved to be an impossible task.
“And you didn't think to tell me this before we fucked? You knew you'd have to tell me and you acted like you just didn't want to talk about what was going on so you could get into my bed.”
Reed reached for you. He wanted to grab you and pull you into his arms like he'd done countless times before, but he stopped when he noticed the way your body went taut with tension. You pulled the sheets tighter against your chest, like trying to shield yourself.
“I just wanted to feel you one last time.” He muttered, hating how selfish it sounded when he said it outloud.
You let out a humorless laugh. “One last time, huh?”
“I gotta do things right by that baby.” He sighed. “I know he's not here yet but I know I gotta be a good dad if I don't want him to turn out too much like me. I can't do that if you're in the picture.”
Tears kept falling down your face. You felt dirty, used even.
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing would come out. You knew there was nothing you could say that would change things. Reed wanted to be a dad, you were aware of it so there was no way he would ever pick you over the chance of getting that family he always dreamed of, even if it was with the woman he claimed he didn't love anymore.
Reed’s face twisted with pain, watching you cry like this might have been one of the hardest things he ever had to witness. He wished you would scream, slap him or anything that wasn't just crying because it only made him feel worse.
“I'm sorry, baby.”
You shook your head, bringing your hands up to wipe your face. “Please don't… Just leave.”
“I don't wanna leave you like this.”
“Please…” your voice cracked. “Just get out.”
Reed looked at you for a few seconds, a tear falling down his own face. God, he wished he could've met you first instead of Sue. He would've given you everything. The house, the ring, everything would've been yours. Maybe now it would be you and him happily trying for a baby instead of him and Sue.
Slowly, he gathered his clothes and dressed himself.
When he was done you were laying on your side, turning your back on him. He hesitated before leaning down and kissing your hair tenderly. “Goodbye.”
The first few weeks after things ended with Reed were hell.
You tried to keep yourself busy with work, friends and trying different hobbies but the whole time it felt like you were on autopilot. You were so focused on doing whatever you could to not think about him that you didn't even notice your period was late until it had already been a month.
You tried to convince yourself it was just stress. Your period had never been the most regular and having your period late due to stress was no stranger to you. Besides you and Reed were always careful so it couldn't be.
Well–you were careful most of the time.
There had been more than a few times where you were out of condoms at your place and he'd forgotten to pick some up on his way over. And instead of being responsible you both just acted on impulse and your desire for each other.
Your head was spinning with doubts and insecurities as you drove to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test. You knew that at some point in your life you would like to be a mom, but the idea of doing it on your own terrified you and you couldn't just call Reed and expect him to be there for you.
You had tried to reach out the day you realised your period was late, but your messages never got anywhere because he had blocked you.
Those five minutes you spent in your bathroom waiting for the result may have been the longest of your life. You were sure that when you saw those two pink, clear as day lines you cried for a solid twenty minutes non-stop.
All throughout the pregnancy your friends and your parents helped you as much as they could. They organised a baby shower, your gender reveal party and they always made sure at least one person went with you to the pre-natal appointments. They all had questions surrounding who the father was but they ultimately accepted your answer when you told them it was just some guy who didn't want to be involved.
The first year of your baby boy was the hardest on you. He was an absolute dream, a cute baby with round cheeks full, the softest brown curls and round chocolate eyes, all things he had got from her father. But he sure kept you up with late night feedings and changes of diapers. As much help as you got from everyone around you, it wasn't the same as having a partner who would take turns with you for the feedings or who would just hold you when your body ached from the post-partum.
When your son turned three, you thought he’d look for you. Around the time it had been all over the news that Reed Richards and Sue Storm had got a divorce. It felt bad to say you were happy about it, but you were, maybe now he’d look for you again. You imagined him contacting you, how he’d react when you told him about your son only to get heartbroken all over again.
Today you were at the park.
Your son had recently turned five and things got a bit easier the more he grew. It was sad to see him grow up so fast but you loved seeing him develop his personality and being able to have somewhat of a conversation with him instead of having him respond with just babbles.
You wished you could say you didn't love or think about Reed anymore, but it was difficult to forget him when you were raising a mini version of him.
You found out pretty early on your boy had not only got his father's looks but his brains too. More often than not he asked questions that would leave you speechless. In those moments you always imagined the type of answers Reed could give him, what conversations they would have if he knew about him.
You were sitting on a nearby bench while your son played on the monkey bars. You were so focused on watching him as he went back and forth, always a bit scared that he was going to fall off, that you didn't notice the man that was staring at you across the playground.
Reed had just been out for a walk. He needed some fresh air after spending the last few days locked away in his lab. He was walking through the park, passing by the playground in the middle of it when he spotted you sitting on a bench.
You looked just as he remembered. Same smile that used to drive him crazy, same hair he used to love touching and those same eyes that had plagued his dreams the past few years.
He followed your line of sight and his stomach dropped as he took in the little boy’s appearance. It was like looking at a tiny version of him, only that with your same smile.
The little boy couldn't be older than five. He hadn't seen you in six years, counting the nine months of pregnancy it made sense. But it couldn't be, right? You sure would've told him if you had been carrying his baby. Maybe you just had another man with similar features to him.
Except that didn't make sense. He knew the whole time you had the affair you didn't date anyone else, even if you didn't say it out loud he could tell how in love with him you were. He'd seen it in how you'd wait for him, always going out of your way to make yourself available for him. Besides in the times you didn't wear a condom you reassured him telling him you were clean and that you weren't sleeping with anyone else.
He took a few deep breaths to collect himself and walked up to you without a second thought.
You noticed him before he called your name. You saw a figure approaching you and immediately switched your attention from your son.
Your jaw slacked when your eyes landed on him. Your first instinct was to flee, hand reaching for your bag and opening your mouth to call out for your kid.
He held out his hand, making you pause. “Wait. Don't leave.”
You released your bag from your grip and Reed sat down next to you. “What are you doing here?” You asked, moving away to create some distance between you.
“I needed fresh air.”
At the same time you both turned towards your son. Reed spoke again. “Is he your…”
You nodded. “Ian.”
You were interrupted by him. “Mommy, do you know Mr. Fantastic?”
Without waiting for your answer, Ian turned towards him. “Hi.” He stretched his hand towards Reed. “I'm Ian.”
Reed paused for a second. Up close the similarities were even more undeniable. “Hi, Ian.” He shook the little boy's hand softly. “I'm Reed. I'm an old friend of your mom's.”
“Ian, why don't you go back to playing? Me and Reed need to catch up on some grown up stuff.”
“But I wanna talk to Mr. Fantastic too.” Ian complained, pouting.
Naturally Reed stepped in. “Listen to your mom, buddy. We can talk later.”
Ian sighed but ran towards the slide, leaving you and Reed in a silence so thick it could be cut with a knife.
“He’s mine, isn’t he?.”
You knew you couldn’t deny it. Reed was the smartest man in the world and the similarities between them could be seen by anyone with two eyes. “Yes.”
Reed let out a shaky breath and ran a hand over his face. He left you to try for a baby with a woman he didn’t love as much as he loved you and not only did he not have a baby with her but he had also missed his son’s entire life.
He thought of all the milestones and developmental changes he missed from seeing him for the first time in the ultrasound to when he started kindergarten. Kids grew and changed so fast and he had missed all of it.
Tears welled up in his waterline. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You blocked me everywhere.” you huffed. “What was I supposed to do? Show up at your door? Send a carrier pigeon? Believe me, I tried so many times to call you.”
Reed cursed under his breath, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head. “It 's okay. I was angry at you for a long time, but I got over it with time.”
Reed gave you a sad smile before looking towards Ian again. “What’s he like?”
“He’s a lot like you. He asks questions that I don’t even know how to start answering.” You chuckled. “He’s a really good kid. His teachers and the coach at his little soccer league love him.”
“He plays soccer?”
“Yeah. My dad had him watching the world cup and he asked me if he could try it. He loves it and he made a lot of friends there.”
“I’m glad to know he’s more social than I am.”
“He still likes his alone time. I used to feel bad when I saw him playing with his legos all alone but he likes it. The few times I tried to help him he got pretty frustrated. He loves those spaceship ones and everything that’s related to space.”
Reed’s eyes never left him. He was running around with some kid close to his age, his laugh echoed through his ears. “He sounds amazing.”
“I was scared he was gonna have some weird ability but so far nothing.”
Reed let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Before his whole marriage crumbled and he and Sue were still trying for a baby that had been his main concern, having a kid that was too much like him. “That 's good. We should still keep an eye on it though.”
“We?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.
“I’m sorry.” He swallowed and his eyes finally met yours. “I know I was awful to you and I know I don’t have the right to just walk into your life and be his dad, but now that I know I have a kid I can’t just act like he doesn’t exist. I won’t.”
Despite some of the resentment you still held towards Reed, you knew you couldn’t keep Ian from having a relationship with his dad because of it. You always told him that his dad was busy and that’s why he couldn’t be with you, but that wouldn’t keep him happy for much longer. “If you wanna know him you’re gonna do it my way and as slow as I want you to. We’re gonna tell him you’re just an old friend and when he’s ready we’ll tell him. Together.”
Reed nodded quickly. “Whatever you say.”
“I mean it.” you pointed a finger at his chest. “If you hurt him I’m never letting you see him until he’s old enough to decide if he wants anything to do with you.”
His heart picked up at your stern words and the feel of your finger on his chest, even if the contact was brief it brought up something in him. “I promise I’ll try my hardest to be there for him… and for you. I won’t do anything you don’t want to.”
“Good.” You moved back, letting your hand fall back into your lap. “He has a game on Saturday morning. You can come if you want to.”
Reed's eyes lit up at the opportunity. “Of course I do.”
You exchanged numbers that afternoon. Reed ended up staying at the park with you until it was time to go home. He even talked to Ian for a while while he pushed him on the swings. You didn't want it to have an effect on you, but seeing them together stirred up some old feelings in you too.
Thank you so much for reading. Please consider commenting, reblogging or sending an ask if you liked this. I wanna write more Reed.
I'm sorry for any mistakes. My beta reader is not the sharpest tool in the shed and she's lazy but she's cute so I keep her around. All grammar mistakes are on HER
SUMMARY ⋮ ⌗ ┆When your grumpy skate coach has a bone to pick with your every move, it’s only natural he helps his golden girl get back on track. . .right?
PAIRING ⋮ ⌗ ┆coach!jack abbot x figure skater!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS ⋮ ⌗ ┆18+ SMUT AHEAD. MDNI. age gap (r! is in her 20s, jack is in his 40s). established backstory. power imbalance. lots of banter. mean!jack ゛ ˎˊ˗ dom!jack. sub!reader. afab!reader. unprotected piv sex. use of pet names in and out of smut (sweetheart, honey, sugar, baby, and doll were all used). fingering (r!receiving). squirting. nipple play. breast sucking (r!receiving). condescending praise. degrading. a little medplay. jack steals your panties. jack also calls himself an old man one too many times. . .hair pulling. creampie. breeding kink if you squint. overstimulation. one use of sir. choking. size kink. multiple orgasms.
WORD COUNT ⋮ ⌗ ┆6.3k
LYNNIE'S TEA ⋮ ⌗ ┆☕︎ based on this request! this concept had me in a chokehold since i got it and i’m so glad to have been entrusted with this idea! i need that old man so, so bad. . .anyway, i hope you enjoyyy! ♡
ּ֯ . ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ MY OLD MAN IS .ᐟ ꒱
A TOUGH MAN, BUT. . .
“YOU’RE LATE,” said Jack before you’d even put your bag down. For fuck’s sake, you’d barely set foot into the damn rink.
“I’m sorry. There was—“
“Let me guess. Traffic?” Jack finished for you.
You sighed and put your bag down on the bleachers, pulling your skates from it with a deserved attitude. You’d only been late by a few minutes, and Jack had no business being so brash about it.
“I’m here now,” you said. “And ready to skate.”
“Hardly,” Jack scoffed. “You’re not even in skates yet. I don’t mind this from my newcomers, but I expect better from my best skater.”
“Coach Abbot,” you huffed. “I’m sorry. Okay? Can’t you cut a girl a little slack?”
“I have been. For weeks, actually,” Jack said. He crossed his arms. “But it’s opening night this weekend, and unless you want to make a fool of yourself, then I suggest you start acting like you really want this.”
You bit your tongue, because whatever words that could’ve possibly tumbled out of your mouth in response would have been wildly impulsive, and probably inappropriate.
You were one of five skaters your coach, Jack Abbot managed, but you were his best. His golden girl. Or so he said. The way he spoke to you at times made you feel like the term’s polar opposite.
You’d been working with Jack for the last three years. In that time, he’d made an absolute star out of you. You’d assisted in a few shows on ice and competed in sporadic competitions before becoming so adored by the public that people wanted to see you perform at your own shows. That upcoming tour was the very thing that had your coach’s panties in a twist.
Jack had always been a little gruff, but he’d been different lately. You couldn’t really blame him. The stress of the tour had you behaving a little out of character, and your die hard figure skating coach was likely interpreting it as indifference. In reality, you were just nervous, and you wanted to exceed the expectations of everyone who was coming to opening night.
While you understood his perspective, would it kill him to sugarcoat anything? You honestly think you’d prefer he lie to you than be so blatantly rude. At least you had somewhere good to put the reassurance, even if it was fabricated. The petty comments only made you feel worse.
“I do want this,” you grumbled, pulling your skates on. “I’m here now, right? So, come on, let’s go.”
Jack looked like he wanted to protest, but he gave in and sighed. “Fine. Let’s.”
He held the door to the chilly ice rink open for you. You stepped out onto the ice and breathed the frosty air in, hoping it’d ease your nerves. With your luck, however, it instantly had the opposite effect.
“Two laps around the rink. I’ll wait here.”
“Okay,” you said. You’d failed to mention the part where you hadn’t stretched before this like usual, and hoped he wasn’t soon to figure that out.
You felt Jack’s eyes boring into you as you made your first lap around the rink. It felt like he’d been scrutinizing your every move lately, even when you were off the ice, and it was futile for your confidence.
“Pointers?” you shed through clenched teeth after your first lap. Jack only grumbled in return.
“No. One more. Backwards.”
You sighed and did as told, turning around to perform the backwards lap. Aside from a slight trip, you remained on your feet until you circled all the way back to him.
“Two foot slalows. Around the rink.”
You nodded and got right to work, moving your body from side to side as you made your way around again. You were starting to feel a little warm despite having not stretched, so you at least had that going for you.
Jack had you do a few more familiar warm ups before you were off the hook. He eyed you with that same look of scrutiny when you returned, putting his hands together. “Good. Let’s see you practice some jumps.”
You nodded and got to work. Tried to, anyway. The first three jumps went by like a breeze, but the fourth had you taking a slight stumble on the ice. Jack was skating near you now and helped you up, less because he wanted to and more because he felt obligated.
“Up. Try again,” Jack said.
He skated with you while you prepared for a fifth jump, this one landing with ease. You breathed a sigh of relief at the small victory, but this practice was still far from over.
“Better,” said Jack plainly. Why were his insults always more decorated than his compliments?
“Thanks,” you returned just as flatly. “S’that enough?”
“For now. You feeling warm?” he asked. You nodded.
“Good. Let’s see your choreo.”
“Just like that? But we haven’t—“
Jack held up a hand. “I want to see what you remember. Surely you should know the routine you’ll have to execute in less than a week before, I don’t know, thousands of people? Right, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. The nickname was typically sugary, but coming from Jack’s lips, it was more bitter than ever. In the time that you’d known him, he hardly uttered it with affection.
“Right, Coach,” you bit annoyedly. “I should.”
“Then, show me.”
“Can I play the music for it?”
“If that’ll improve your performance, sure.”
With an eye roll you hoped Jack didn’t catch, you made your way off the rink and to the soundbooth outside it, using your phone to queue up the music that’d play as you skated on opening night. The choreography required you start off the ice to make an entrance, so the second you started the playlist, you flew out on your skates.
The routine started well. You did two dramatic laps around the rink, swaying your arms and settling back into the rhythm you’d been trying to return to for weeks. You did a few twists here and there to show off, letting the music sweep you into an elegant dance on the ice.
It was elegant, at least, until your first complicated move, a double axel jump into a smooth landing, followed by a traveling camel spin—seriously, what the fuck was Jack thinking?—snuck up on you at the height of the song’s chorus. You braced yourself for the move and took a deep breath before attempting it, silently praying to whatever god there was that you did this right.
Unfortunately for you, if there was one, they were not on your side as you flew into the air and promptly landed on your ass.
“Fuck,” you muttered as Jack skated over to you. He helped you to your feet, but he didn’t look happy to do so.
“Again.”
You went back to the soundbooth to restart the playlist, emerging onto the ice with your same dramatic flare from earlier. Whatever they said about faking it until you made it really needed to prove true for you right now.
You conquered the same move you’d just failed like the universe was purposely playing tricks on you. At least the small win eased your nerves the slightest bit.
It was mostly short lived, however, as you prepared for the following one.
You steeled yourself to go into a toe-loop jump, one of the many moves that’d had people enamored with you from day one. Two large glides and some mental motivation had you pulling the move off with flawlessness.
You could see Jack’s slight nod from the corner of your eye. While it wasn’t much, it was more than he’d given you all morning, and you had to hold onto that.
Subsequently, after another dramatic lap, you had another complicated jump in the finality of the song. The Salchow jump was no easy feat for any skater, but if you wanted eyes on you, it was definitely the way to go.
As the bridge of the song began to play, you readied yourself for the final complicated move of this part of the show. You felt Jack’s eyes burning into you from somewhere in the room, ready to witness your coordination. You sure hoped you could muster that in time for the final move.
You glided once, twice, willing your feet to act like they were attached to a halfway decent skater, and leaped into the air to make your final move. You executed it with confidence, completing it with a decent landing, but you lost your footing towards the end of it, ultimately throwing the elegance of the move off.
“Christ,” Jack said to you when you skated back over to him, the first song having now ended. “I’ve seen far better from you. And I expect it in the next song.”
“Yes, Coach,” you said with a sigh. You were starting to think that the reason Jack’s exasperation irritated you to pieces was because it was mostly justified.
You skated off the rink once again and queued up your second song, this one a little more upbeat than the last. You took your place on the ice to start the routine, but this time, Jack skated over, positioning himself behind you.
You turned to cock an eyebrow at him, your eyes twisted into what was practically a glare.
Jack waved his hand. “Pretend I’m not even here.”
“Easier said than done,” you muttered under your breath.
You started skating again, keeping a quickened pace that matched the faster tempo of the song. The beginning had a few simpler moves than the first, which gave you enough time to hopefully. . . .hopefully. . .find your groove again.
Except you were utterly grooveless as you lost your footing for the umpteenth time, far before your first complicated move. Hell, before the song had really started.
You didn’t even notice that Jack had skated off the rink until the song stopped abruptly, making you pause in your tracks. You skated over to the soundbooth, stepping inside the bleachers area.
“Alright, I can’t watch this anymore,” Jack huffed. “Skates off.”
“What? But, Coach, I—“
“Off. I don’t want to hear it.”
You furrowed your eyebrows but obliged—you owed him that after what was arguably your worst performance of all time—and sat down on the bleachers to take your skates off. You slipped your regular shoes back on and spent far longer than necessary lacing them to avoid Jack’s piercing glare.
“You trying to make a fool of yourself or me?” Jack barked.
“What?” you said.
“If your heart’s not in it, sweetheart, and clearly, it’s elsewhere right now, now’s the time to tell me. My career doesn’t need to go down with yours.”
You scoffed, standing up. “You didn’t even help me out there. Your criticism only made it worse,” you snapped.
“At least it was constructive. Why should I have to hold your hand through this? You know far better than to put on a show like that.”
“I wouldn’t be putting on a show like that if my coach acted like he gave a shit!”
Jack crossed his arms. “I do give a shit. Too many, apparently. You want the big leagues, honey? Those coaches would have ended your contract like that for even half the performance I just saw.”
You crossed your own arms to mirror him, huffing.
Jack took a step closer to you. His face went the slightest bit softer despite his earlier fury. “Look. I’m not saying this to be a hardass. And I’m sorry if it’s coming off that way. Skating’s your passion, and I know you want this,” he said. “But if you can’t act like you want to be here, then I can’t help you. Nod if you understand me.”
Your head seemed to nod of its own accord.
“Great. Now, you going to tell me what’s the matter?”
You looked up at the taller man, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. “I don’t know, Coach. I’m stressed, I guess. Stressed I’m going to royally destroy the opening show this weekend. And I suppose I. . .I’m also scared to disappoint you.”
“You might do both things if you can’t get your head in the game,” Jack deadpanned.
“Coach,” you whined.
“It’s true,” he said. His tone went quieter then as he looked you in the eye. “But you probably won’t do either if you put your heart in it, too.”
You held eye contact for a minute without speaking or moving. As much as you hated to admit it, Jack did have a point. As a matter of fact, you’d hardly known him to ever be wrong since the day you’d fucking met him.
Jack broke the silence. “So, what do you need? More practice? Pointers? Need to stretch again?”
“Well. . .” you said. “About that.”
“What?”
“I didn’t actually stretch before this? Was already late, and—“
“Hold on. You got on the rink without stretching?”
“Yes? No? Which answer will take the look you’ve got on your face right now away?”
“Jesus Christ,” Jack said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You want to get hurt now, too? Fuck, what am I going to do with you?”
“I’m sorry! Again,” you said. “Let’s stretch.”
“You need more than dynamics. Let’s take a walk.”
You cocked an eyebrow as Jack started to split down the hallway that led outside the arena. “More than dynamics?”
“Yeah. I need you back on your A-game, and we need to release any tension in your muscles before you start again,” Jack said. “You coming or what?”
“Yes, Coach,” you said, ever the dutiful skater, following behind him.
You trailed beside him until you reached a room you’d never been in outside the rink. It was mostly empty save for one of those doctoral beds in the corner, as well as a counter with a few random items atop it.
“Never been back here before,” you said. “What is this?”
“There used to be masseuses here for the figure skaters and hockey players that come through. Few other rooms just like this one down the way,” Jack said.
“So you get to play masseuse now. Exciting.”
“Hilarious. Come on, honey. Vest off.”
You took off the puffy vest you’d had on and set it on a chair in the room. You also took your shoes off at Jack’s command.
“Did you want, um. . .should I keep my shirt on? I have a tank top under. And shorts,” you said awkwardly.
“It’d make it easier,” Jack said plainly.
You then made quick work of your longsleeve, revealing a thin tank top underneath, followed by your thermal leggings. The exposure made your cheeks heat up slightly, but Jack thankfully didn’t seem phased.
“Lay down. You can start on your back.”
You got onto the bed with Jack’s help—and tried not to think too hard about his hand lingering on your waist—and laid down flat. Jack’s warm hands met the flesh of your leg, and you turned away timidly as he started to lift it.
“Let’s loosen those hamstrings, yeah?” Jack said. He lightly thumbed your skin while your leg was positioned above you, working into the knots you hadn’t even known accumulated there. The feeling might have been foreign, but that didn’t mean it felt bad.
“No wonder you can’t skate. You’re tense.”
“Would it kill you to say anything nicely?”
Jack chuckled. “Maybe it would.”
He put your left leg down and moved onto your right, repeating the same routine.
“Just breathe. Relax. You’ll feel better.”
You tried your best to internalize that, but you couldn’t relax with the feel of Jack’s hands on you if you tried.
He lowered your leg and pushed your knees into your chest, holding them there. You completely averted eye contact with him, letting the silence speak for you. Jack hummed like he was amused.
“What?” you said.
“All that fire on the rink but you can’t even look me in the eye in here. It’s funny.”
“Shut up. It’s just awkward.”
“Still funny,” Jack said. “Both legs up. Hold it.”
You lifted both your legs. The stretch did at least feel good in your glutes, and the ones prior had you feeling good in general, so you had to give him credit for that.
“Legs down. Put your foot over your other leg, then switch.”
“You’d make a good doctor,” you teased as you used both arms to hold your leg over the other.
Jack rolled his eyes. “All this shit is Google-able. So as I said earlier, it’s like you want to get hurt.”
“Jesus. Old man can’t take a joke now?”
“Sure I can. Switch legs.”
You followed his instruction, but you weren’t done pushing him yet. “I’m just saying. Doctor Jack Abbot. . .mhm, could totally see it.”
“You’d probably give me a hard time as a patient, too,” Jack said.
“I don’t give you a hard time now,” you hummed. “You just take everything so personally.”
“You trying to piss me off?”
“See? My point is proven.”
“Turn over. On your stomach.”
You did as told and laid on your front now, feeling even more vulnerable like this. Jack rubbed your inner thighs with the pads of his fingertips. You let out a shaky sigh in return.
“Feel good?”
“Mhm. It’s. . .nice.”
“Good,” he said. He lifted your leg again, pushing it towards you until you felt a stretch in your quad. “Hold it.”
After doing the same to your other leg, putting you in child’s pose, and lastly, into a cobra position, Jack finally let up. You sat up and faced him, your legs hanging off the edge of the bed.
“How was that?” Jack asked.
“Way better than dynamics. I feel great.”
“Of course you do. The longer you neglect your muscles, the better it feels when you finally release the tension in them.”
You rolled your eyes. “And here I was, about to tell you how good of a masseuse you are.”
“You’re full of jokes today, aren’t you?” Jack said with a small chuckle. But he tried, no surprise to you, to hide his amusement beneath his usual stoicism. “I’m still not too happy with you.”
You let out an exaggerated groan. “Come on, Coach. I already said I was sorry! What else do you want from me?”
“What do I want?” Jack said, taking a step closer to you. You parted your legs without thinking so he could stand between them, all before you could really process what you were doing. What he was doing.
“I want my golden girl back.”
You swallowed nervously as you looked up at him. Apart from celebratory hugs and pats on the back, you didn’t think you’d ever stood so close to him; close enough to make out every gorgeous feature on the older man’s face, every gray in his stubble. Every rise and fall of breath, the freckles that started at his neck and slowly descended beneath his shirt. . .
Your breath hitched at the proximity, leaving you stupidly tongue tied, until you managed a small, “I can be her. I promise.”
Jack rested a hand beside you on the bed. “Yeah, honey? You promise?”
“Yes, Coach.”
Like two magnets with an impenetrable force, you both found yourselves leaning into what was more than a kiss, but a whole new side of your relationship you hadn’t known existed until now. You weren’t exactly sure who sealed the deal, only that Jack cupped your cheek with a tenderness contrasted deeply by his previous gruffness, and started to work his lips against yours similarly.
The kiss was soft and sweet, tentative, like Jack was trying to figure out what you liked. Luckily for him, you had no problem disclosing just that. You pushed your tongue past his lips and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Jack grunted against your mouth, possibly the hottest sound you’d ever heard, and slipped his fingers into your hair. His hold wasn’t to control you but more to possess, and the thought had you soaked.
You weren’t the only one worked up, however, because there was a bulge in Jack’s pants that was already hard and insistent against you.
The kiss became frantic as the sounds of both your noises filled the room. You desperately guided his hand down to your shorts, right above your clothed core. Jack chuckled against your mouth.
“My God, honey. You’re so fucking needy,” he said, but he didn’t pull his hand away. He laid his palm flat over your center, and though fabric prevented him from fully doing so, you still rutted your hips against his hand.
“You expected me to stay sane after I had your hands all over me, Coach?” you rasped.
Jack shook his head. He looked you in the eyes while he kept his palm against your core, letting you take your pleasure. “Skip the formalities, sweetheart. You can call me Jack.”
“Okay,” you said with a swallow.
“Say it to me.”
“Jack.”
“Again.”
“Jack.”
“That’s it. Get used to it. S’exactly what you’re gonna say when I fuck you stupid on my cock,” Jack said with so much nonchalance, you could barely register the implication. “Hips up. I want your shorts off.”
“So bossy,” you teased, but you did as told. You lifted your hips so Jack could slide your shorts off your body, revealing your pitifully soaked underwear.
“Should have expected that from you of all people,” you said.
Jack helped you take them off, discarding them on the chair you’d put your vest on. “Girls like you need it. Always acting up until someone puts you in your place,” he tutted.
Jack audibly groaned at the prominent wet spot on your panties. He rubbed his thumb over your clit through the cloth, finding the spot easily, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips.
“Fuck, look at you. S’this why you were fucking up out there, honey? Too wet to think straight?” he cooed.
Unable to argue with that, you bit your lip. “Can you b- blame me? You can be really hot when you’re mad.”
“Which, according to you, I’m always mad.”
“Then you’re always hot.”
“Have you always thought that, honey?” Jack said, his pace against your clit quickening.
“It’s kind of hard not to notice,” you admitted unabashedly. “Especially when you—fuck—talk to me like that. Makes me think all kinds of dirty things about you.”
“Oh, yeah? And just what kind of things d’you want this dirty old man doing to you, doll?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you teased. You pulled him in by his curls, twisting them in your fingers and pulling him in for a heated kiss. “Let’s start with your fingers inside me.”
“Demanding girl, aren’t you?” Jack scoffed, but he still obliged. He instructed you to lift your hips and slipped your panties off your legs, shamelessly putting them in his pocket.
“Perv.”
“You like it,” Jack said. He wasn’t wrong.
Jack slipped two fingers between your folds to find you wet and pliant for him, your hole practically crying to be filled. He used his free hand to drag you to the edge of the bed, keeping his arm around your waist and his eyes on yours while he teased your slit. Your breath picked up speed at the teasing gesture while your body begged for more.
“Come on, Jack,” you breathed, tasting his name on your lips. You found its flavor as sultry as the scene before you. “Don’t make me beg.”
“I don’t know, honey. After your little tantrum today? I think you deserve it.”
“Jack.”
“What?” Jack said nonchalantly, still teasing you between your folds. You thought you might implode if he didn’t fuck you already. “I told you what I want. So come on, doll. Ask me nicely.”
“Please, Jack. Please, fuck me.”
“Good girl,” Jack said, and with that, he slipped two fingers inside you, thrusting them in deep. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Fuck, n- no,” you squeaked as he began to thrust in and out of your tight walls, your own wetness the only thing allowing him to breach it at all. “Jesus, Jack,” you whined, scratching your nails into his bicep.
“Fuck, love when you say my name, baby,” Jack grunted. He pulled you impossibly closer, gripping your waist with a possessiveness that was making you feel dizzy. “Can you take a third?”
“Already? Shit, you’re insatiable.”
“Guilty,” Jack smirked.
“For you, I can.”
“Aren’t you a sweetheart,” Jack cooed to make it sound sugary, but you knew it was anything but. He slipped a third finger inside you, groaning as you clenched around the digits. He began to pump them in and out of you with vigor, eyes never leaving yours.
“Mmm, so good,” you whimpered. Fuck, if you were this stupid on his fingers, you had no idea how you’d handle his cock.
“You’re cute when you can’t think,” Jack said. He flicked his thumb against your clit, implementing the same circular motion he had previously. “No bratting, no back-talk. S’like my version of heaven.”
“You’re so. . .mean. . .”
“Oh, but you like it, huh? Look how hard you’re clenching around me,” Jack tutted. “Now I know the trick. Give this pussy a bit of attention and you’re a stupid little slut for me.”
“Fuckfuckfuck,” you whined as he spoke. “Don’t stop, Jack, please, m’gonna cum.”
“Don’t stop what? This?” Jack said with a particularly sharp thrust into your cunt. “Or did you mean treating you like a whore, honey? Yeah, that’s it. You need a filthy old man putting you in your place.”
“God, y- yes,” you nodded your agreement. “Need you to fuck me so dumb, Jack.”
“Gonna give you everything you want, sugar. Just need to be good f’me. . .you are capable of that, aren’t you?” Jack cooed, taking your face in his free hand. He pinched your cheeks between his fingers, making you look at him.
“Yes, sir. So, so good.”
“There’s my precious slut. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over your old man’s hand.”
That did you in. A wave of pleasure crashed over you as you came with a shudder, holding onto Jack’s arm while he fucked you through your release. His fingers didn’t leave until you were basking in the aftershocks, and only then did he pull them out, sucking his fingers clean.
You pulled Jack in for another kiss, moaning when your tongue met his. He kept a hand on your waist, the other on your neck, gently squeezing down. You moaned into the rough touch in approval.
Jack pulled away to help you get your shirt off, then unclasped your bra with scary ease. He groaned at the sight of your hardened peaks, taking both breasts into his hands.
“Shit. Your tits are perfect,” Jack said as he squeezed them both, circling your nipples with his thumbs.
“Fuck,” you whined. You watched him trail kisses from your neck to your collarbone until his tongue swiped over your chest. He sucked one of your breasts into his mouth, swirling the length of it over your nipple, while one of his hands continued to knead your other tit.
“Beautiful girl,” Jack hummed more to himself than to you, all while his mouth continued working. His filthy words and flick of his tongue against your chest, paired with the incessant hard-on pressing against you from below, was about to make you fucking explode.
“This is some. . .stress relief,” you whined, still trying to joke despite your vulnerable position. “You really would be a good doctor.”
“Back to that, are we?” Jack hummed against your nipple. “What are you trying to say?
You laced your fingers through Jack’s hair again, playing with it as you spoke. “Just. . .saying. This feels like a check-up, that’s all.”
“What’s that make you, then?” Jack hummed. “My pretty little patient?”
Caught off guard by his words, you let out an involuntary whimper. “I suppose it does.”
“Well, don’t worry, doll,” Jack said. He squeezed your nipple even harder, pinching it between his fingers. “Doctor Abbot’s gonna get you all fixed up.”
With that, he latched his mouth onto your nipple again, swirling the bud with his tongue. It was evident what kind of man he was as he took a liking to your pretty tits, hardly coming up for air and grunting like he was the one being pleasured.
“That feel good, baby?” Jack hummed after switching to your other nipple, giving it as much attention as the other.
“So good. Doctor,” you teased without thinking. “But I want more.”
“Oh, s’that right? You’re gonna have to use your words, sugar.”
“I want your cock, doctor. Think that’d really fix me.”
Jack chuckled and stood upright. You didn’t have to tell him twice. “Lay back.”
You did as told and laid down on the bed he’d been stretching you on previously. Well, you supposed this still counted as. . .stretching. . .right?
As Jack started to remove his pants, you realized you’d been completely naked while he was fully clothed. He almost stopped at his bottoms and climbed atop you, until you shook your head.
“Shirt, too, Doctor.”
“Bossy,” Jack said, but he didn’t deprive you. He removed his shirt and discarded it on the growing pile of clothes across the room. The sight of his bare chest had you impossibly wetter, even more so as he settled between your legs on the bed.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” you said as he hovered over you.
“Look at that. You do know how to be nice,” he returned.
“You should be the last person talking.”
“I’m as nice as they come,” Jack hummed like he actually believed it. He started to free his cock from his boxers, and the girth of him surprised you. You sat up on your elbows to get a better look, swallowing at the size.
Jack’s face went a little softer. “You okay, baby? Sure you can take it?”
You nodded quickly. In fact, you might have been a little too excited to take him, not so much the converse. “S’this gonna help me, Doctor? Relieve my stress?”
Jack smirked at you. “Sure is, doll.”
“Then, yeah, I can take it.”
“That’s a good girl. See? You can be smart,” he said.
“Oh, fuck you,” you retorted.
“Gladly,” Jack said. He slotted his already leaking tip between your folds, putting a hand beside your head to keep himself steady. “Ready?”
You nodded.
“Words, sugar.”
“Yes, Coach.”
Caught off guard by your words, Jack sunk into you shakily, the name in a moment like this working him right up. “Fuck. You’re trouble.”
You gasped at the utter stretch of him inside you, and felt even more shocked when you looked down and realized that was only half of him. Jesus. You were already sweating and he hadn’t even fully breached your hole yet.
“Oh, s’that too much, love?” Jack cooed at your little whimpers. He pressed a kiss to your lips to silence you, humming as his mouth swallowed your noises. “Shhh, shhh, you can take it. Big stretch, sweetheart.”
With that, he pushed even further into you, watching your face for your reaction. His equally cocky and attentive demeanor was making your head spin with complete and utter lust.
When he was all the way inside, he started to thrust into your pussy, picking up speed the faster your moans got. Your body was gradually accommodating his size, but the longer he fucked you, the better it felt.
“Jack, f- fuck, you’re so big,” you moaned as he rocked his hips against you. Jack was so deep that his heavy balls were slapping against you with every thrust, adding to the erotic nature of the moment.
“You like that, sugar? How much I fill you?”
“So, so much. Please, don’t stop,” you whined.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Jack grunted into your ear, his thrusts already getting sloppier. For how uptight he was on the ice, it was jarring in all the right ways to see him lose a bit of control.
“My good girl. My golden girl. Taking her coach’s cock so well,” Jack cooed.
“Wanna be your good girl, Coach. Only yours.”
“That’s what I like to hear, sugar,” Jack grunted.
He picked up the pace and fucked you into the bed quicker now. Your back arched off the surface, the man so deep it was like you could feel him in your throat, as you took every punishing thrust of his hips into your gummy walls.
Jack withdrew momentarily, the loss pulling a whimper from your lips. “Lift your legs, doll.”
You didn’t question him and raised your legs the same way you’d been earlier when you were stretching. Jack took them over his shoulders and lined his head up with your hole again, before thrusting back into you.
“You’re so pretty when you listen to me,” Jack hummed as he started rutting into you again.
You let out a breathy laugh, though it proved hard with the feeling of being so full. “I’m not all brat, as you’d put it.”
“I like when you behave. Should try it more often.”
“I’ll think about it,” you said, thought you both knew full well you wouldn’t.
Not if it ended in sex like this.
Jack pulled out of you, and for a second, you thought he was going to make you beg for his cock again. That is, until he was slamming back into you, getting lost in the feel of your pussy wrapped around his dick.
“Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
“Jack,” you whimpered in return, your body ready to give into another orgasm. “I’m close again.”
“Yeah? Want me to—“
“No,” you said instantly. Paired with him subtly shifting his hips back, you knew where this was going. And, quite frankly, the thought of him pulling out wasn’t a good one. “Cum inside me. Please? I want you to.”
Jack chuckled, thrusting back into you. “Jesus, sugar. Who knew you were such a dirty girl?” he said. He pushed in impossibly deeper, the tip of his dick hitting that sweet spot inside you. “You want this old man filling your pretty little pussy, huh? Fuck the consequences?”
“Fuck the consequences,” you repeated. “I want it.”
Jack didn’t deny you. He fucked into you like an animal, gripping your legs tightly as he slammed into your cunt. A familiar pleasure started to build in your lower belly, and you knew it wouldn’t be long now.
“Jack, fuck, faster!” you moaned. “Gonna cum for you, gonna cum, holyshit.”
“I’m right there with you, baby. I gotcha,” Jack groaned. You clenched around him hard at the reassurance, and before you knew it, you couldn’t hold back.
You came with a loud cry after a particularly harsh thrust into your pussy, soaking Jack’s dick with your juices. He wasn’t far behind you, cumming deep inside you only seconds later with what could only be described as a feral grunt.
“There’s my girl,” he cooed as he fucked you through it. “Take it like a good little slut.”
When you finally caught your breath—or enough to get a few words out, anyway—you looked up at Jack with a fucked-out expression. Sweat was sticking his gray curls to his forehead, and he looked just as dizzy as you.
“That was—“ you started, but you didn’t get to finish before Jack was suddenly flipping you over, pulling a surprised “Oh!” from your mouth. Without further warning, he bent you over with your ass up, running his hands over the flesh of your bottom.
“Jesus, Coach,” you said at the sudden action. “This another one of your stretches?”
“Always a fucking minx, aren’t you?” Jack tutted. He pushed your face down into the bed and pressed up behind you, his cock prodding and insistent between your cheeks.
“I’m not a—holyshit,” you moaned. You didn’t finish that sentence either, not before Jack was thrusting back into your oversensitive hole, setting a lethal pace.
Jack chuckled. “Yeah, not loud-mouthing now, are you, sugar?”
“T- Too s- soon!” you managed through a whimper, the overstimulation making you dizzy. You had said you liked him meaner, but you hadn’t expected this.
“Poor baby. Just a little more now, love, almost done,” Jack cooed like his fingers weren’t now gripping your hair, and the room wasn’t filled with the wet squelch made from him pounding into your poor pussy.
“Jack,” you whined, the sound muffled by the pillow he had your face in. “Feels. . .feels like. . .”
“Use your words, doll,” Jack commanded. “Feels like what?”
“L- Like I’m gonna pee,” you admitted embarrassingly.
Jack chuckled and didn’t let up, already knowing where this one was going. “Ain’t anything to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. S’gonna feel so good, promise.”
“What’s. . .what’s gonna. . .mmph!” you said with a final moan before you felt exactly what Jack was being so smug about.
The second Jack withdrew from your pussy, a stream of fluid involuntarily escaped you, promptly soaking the already ruined bed below you as well as Jack himself. He patted your bottom condescendingly as he watched you do it, muttering a satisfied, “There it is, doll. Let it out.”
“You’re so evil,” you muttered when all was said and done. You turned around to find a smiling Jack, who pulled you to rest flush against his front, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.
You tried to ignore the feeling of his still-hard cock behind you as he returned, “Still got my golden girl back, didn’t I?”
You giggled and conceded, nodding in agreement. “Told you I could be her. Or whatever you want me to be,” you said. You laced your fingers through his curls, pulling him in for a sensual kiss.
Jack returned it eagerly, the gesture a sweet contrast to his rough treatment from before. “Yeah? ‘Cause after this sugar, you might have to be mine.”
You smiled at him. “I think I could live with that.”
summary: reed never thought that by leaving you he'd miss on the chance of being a father.
warnings: infidelity, mention of reed and sue getting a divorce, unplanned pregnancy, angst, not proofread sorry
word count: 2.8k
A/N: im sorry this is probably ass, i haven't written in forever
“We can’t do this anymore.”
Reed’s voice rang through your ears, pulling you right out of the soft afterglow of your usual encounter.
You lifted your head from his chest, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”
You noticed something was off about him when he walked through your door that night. He had that look in his eyes he always had after a bad day at work or after a fight with the woman he called his wife. You tried to get him to talk about it, your relationship wasn't just sex after all. Well–technically it was since you couldn't call a married man your boyfriend. But it wasn't like all you ever did was fuck, with time he had started to open up about his struggles and you did the same. There were more than a few times when he came over and all you did was cuddle while telling each other about your day.
The wounded expression in your eyes was more than enough to want to make him take his words back, but he knew he couldn't.
“Sue and I are gonna start trying for a baby.”
You propped yourself on one elbow, using your other hand to hold the sheets to your chest. You searched his face for any sign that would tell you he was just playing a sick joke on you. Nothing.
“You said you didn't–” You swallowed. “You said you two had given up on–”
“We had.” He cut in. “It’s just– I got home one afternoon and she was drunk and she started crying saying how I've been distant, that she misses when we used to talk about a family together. I thought she'd forget about it the next day but she didn't and she said that maybe, if we started trying to have a family again it would bring us closer. She looked so vulnerable the night before that I– that I just caved in.”
You didn't notice the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes until they started falling. Time seemed to stand still. When you started this thing you had with Reed months ago you had told yourself again and again you wouldn't get attached, but that proved to be an impossible task.
“And you didn't think to tell me this before we fucked? You knew you'd have to tell me and you acted like you just didn't want to talk about what was going on so you could get into my bed.”
Reed reached for you. He wanted to grab you and pull you into his arms like he'd done countless times before, but he stopped when he noticed the way your body went taut with tension. You pulled the sheets tighter against your chest, like trying to shield yourself.
“I just wanted to feel you one last time.” He muttered, hating how selfish it sounded when he said it outloud.
You let out a humorless laugh. “One last time, huh?”
“I gotta do things right by that baby.” He sighed. “I know he's not here yet but I know I gotta be a good dad if I don't want him to turn out too much like me. I can't do that if you're in the picture.”
Tears kept falling down your face. You felt dirty, used even.
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing would come out. You knew there was nothing you could say that would change things. Reed wanted to be a dad, you were aware of it so there was no way he would ever pick you over the chance of getting that family he always dreamed of, even if it was with the woman he claimed he didn't love anymore.
Reed’s face twisted with pain, watching you cry like this might have been one of the hardest things he ever had to witness. He wished you would scream, slap him or anything that wasn't just crying because it only made him feel worse.
“I'm sorry, baby.”
You shook your head, bringing your hands up to wipe your face. “Please don't… Just leave.”
“I don't wanna leave you like this.”
“Please…” your voice cracked. “Just get out.”
Reed looked at you for a few seconds, a tear falling down his own face. God, he wished he could've met you first instead of Sue. He would've given you everything. The house, the ring, everything would've been yours. Maybe now it would be you and him happily trying for a baby instead of him and Sue.
Slowly, he gathered his clothes and dressed himself.
When he was done you were laying on your side, turning your back on him. He hesitated before leaning down and kissing your hair tenderly. “Goodbye.”
The first few weeks after things ended with Reed were hell.
You tried to keep yourself busy with work, friends and trying different hobbies but the whole time it felt like you were on autopilot. You were so focused on doing whatever you could to not think about him that you didn't even notice your period was late until it had already been a month.
You tried to convince yourself it was just stress. Your period had never been the most regular and having your period late due to stress was no stranger to you. Besides you and Reed were always careful so it couldn't be.
Well–you were careful most of the time.
There had been more than a few times where you were out of condoms at your place and he'd forgotten to pick some up on his way over. And instead of being responsible you both just acted on impulse and your desire for each other.
Your head was spinning with doubts and insecurities as you drove to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test. You knew that at some point in your life you would like to be a mom, but the idea of doing it on your own terrified you and you couldn't just call Reed and expect him to be there for you.
You had tried to reach out the day you realised your period was late, but your messages never got anywhere because he had blocked you.
Those five minutes you spent in your bathroom waiting for the result may have been the longest of your life. You were sure that when you saw those two pink, clear as day lines you cried for a solid twenty minutes non-stop.
All throughout the pregnancy your friends and your parents helped you as much as they could. They organised a baby shower, your gender reveal party and they always made sure at least one person went with you to the pre-natal appointments. They all had questions surrounding who the father was but they ultimately accepted your answer when you told them it was just some guy who didn't want to be involved.
The first year of your baby boy was the hardest on you. He was an absolute dream, a cute baby with round cheeks full, the softest brown curls and round chocolate eyes, all things he had got from her father. But he sure kept you up with late night feedings and changes of diapers. As much help as you got from everyone around you, it wasn't the same as having a partner who would take turns with you for the feedings or who would just hold you when your body ached from the post-partum.
When your son turned three, you thought he’d look for you. Around the time it had been all over the news that Reed Richards and Sue Storm had got a divorce. It felt bad to say you were happy about it, but you were, maybe now he’d look for you again. You imagined him contacting you, how he’d react when you told him about your son only to get heartbroken all over again.
Today you were at the park.
Your son had recently turned five and things got a bit easier the more he grew. It was sad to see him grow up so fast but you loved seeing him develop his personality and being able to have somewhat of a conversation with him instead of having him respond with just babbles.
You wished you could say you didn't love or think about Reed anymore, but it was difficult to forget him when you were raising a mini version of him.
You found out pretty early on your boy had not only got his father's looks but his brains too. More often than not he asked questions that would leave you speechless. In those moments you always imagined the type of answers Reed could give him, what conversations they would have if he knew about him.
You were sitting on a nearby bench while your son played on the monkey bars. You were so focused on watching him as he went back and forth, always a bit scared that he was going to fall off, that you didn't notice the man that was staring at you across the playground.
Reed had just been out for a walk. He needed some fresh air after spending the last few days locked away in his lab. He was walking through the park, passing by the playground in the middle of it when he spotted you sitting on a bench.
You looked just as he remembered. Same smile that used to drive him crazy, same hair he used to love touching and those same eyes that had plagued his dreams the past few years.
He followed your line of sight and his stomach dropped as he took in the little boy’s appearance. It was like looking at a tiny version of him, only that with your same smile.
The little boy couldn't be older than five. He hadn't seen you in six years, counting the nine months of pregnancy it made sense. But it couldn't be, right? You sure would've told him if you had been carrying his baby. Maybe you just had another man with similar features to him.
Except that didn't make sense. He knew the whole time you had the affair you didn't date anyone else, even if you didn't say it out loud he could tell how in love with him you were. He'd seen it in how you'd wait for him, always going out of your way to make yourself available for him. Besides in the times you didn't wear a condom you reassured him telling him you were clean and that you weren't sleeping with anyone else.
He took a few deep breaths to collect himself and walked up to you without a second thought.
You noticed him before he called your name. You saw a figure approaching you and immediately switched your attention from your son.
Your jaw slacked when your eyes landed on him. Your first instinct was to flee, hand reaching for your bag and opening your mouth to call out for your kid.
He held out his hand, making you pause. “Wait. Don't leave.”
You released your bag from your grip and Reed sat down next to you. “What are you doing here?” You asked, moving away to create some distance between you.
“I needed fresh air.”
At the same time you both turned towards your son. Reed spoke again. “Is he your…”
You nodded. “Ian.”
You were interrupted by him. “Mommy, do you know Mr. Fantastic?”
Without waiting for your answer, Ian turned towards him. “Hi.” He stretched his hand towards Reed. “I'm Ian.”
Reed paused for a second. Up close the similarities were even more undeniable. “Hi, Ian.” He shook the little boy's hand softly. “I'm Reed. I'm an old friend of your mom's.”
“Ian, why don't you go back to playing? Me and Reed need to catch up on some grown up stuff.”
“But I wanna talk to Mr. Fantastic too.” Ian complained, pouting.
Naturally Reed stepped in. “Listen to your mom, buddy. We can talk later.”
Ian sighed but ran towards the slide, leaving you and Reed in a silence so thick it could be cut with a knife.
“He’s mine, isn’t he?.”
You knew you couldn’t deny it. Reed was the smartest man in the world and the similarities between them could be seen by anyone with two eyes. “Yes.”
Reed let out a shaky breath and ran a hand over his face. He left you to try for a baby with a woman he didn’t love as much as he loved you and not only did he not have a baby with her but he had also missed his son’s entire life.
He thought of all the milestones and developmental changes he missed from seeing him for the first time in the ultrasound to when he started kindergarten. Kids grew and changed so fast and he had missed all of it.
Tears welled up in his waterline. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You blocked me everywhere.” you huffed. “What was I supposed to do? Show up at your door? Send a carrier pigeon? Believe me, I tried so many times to call you.”
Reed cursed under his breath, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head. “It 's okay. I was angry at you for a long time, but I got over it with time.”
Reed gave you a sad smile before looking towards Ian again. “What’s he like?”
“He’s a lot like you. He asks questions that I don’t even know how to start answering.” You chuckled. “He’s a really good kid. His teachers and the coach at his little soccer league love him.”
“He plays soccer?”
“Yeah. My dad had him watching the world cup and he asked me if he could try it. He loves it and he made a lot of friends there.”
“I’m glad to know he’s more social than I am.”
“He still likes his alone time. I used to feel bad when I saw him playing with his legos all alone but he likes it. The few times I tried to help him he got pretty frustrated. He loves those spaceship ones and everything that’s related to space.”
Reed’s eyes never left him. He was running around with some kid close to his age, his laugh echoed through his ears. “He sounds amazing.”
“I was scared he was gonna have some weird ability but so far nothing.”
Reed let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Before his whole marriage crumbled and he and Sue were still trying for a baby that had been his main concern, having a kid that was too much like him. “That 's good. We should still keep an eye on it though.”
“We?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.
“I’m sorry.” He swallowed and his eyes finally met yours. “I know I was awful to you and I know I don’t have the right to just walk into your life and be his dad, but now that I know I have a kid I can’t just act like he doesn’t exist. I won’t.”
Despite some of the resentment you still held towards Reed, you knew you couldn’t keep Ian from having a relationship with his dad because of it. You always told him that his dad was busy and that’s why he couldn’t be with you, but that wouldn’t keep him happy for much longer. “If you wanna know him you’re gonna do it my way and as slow as I want you to. We’re gonna tell him you’re just an old friend and when he’s ready we’ll tell him. Together.”
Reed nodded quickly. “Whatever you say.”
“I mean it.” you pointed a finger at his chest. “If you hurt him I’m never letting you see him until he’s old enough to decide if he wants anything to do with you.”
His heart picked up at your stern words and the feel of your finger on his chest, even if the contact was brief it brought up something in him. “I promise I’ll try my hardest to be there for him… and for you. I won’t do anything you don’t want to.”
“Good.” You moved back, letting your hand fall back into your lap. “He has a game on Saturday morning. You can come if you want to.”
Reed's eyes lit up at the opportunity. “Of course I do.”
You exchanged numbers that afternoon. Reed ended up staying at the park with you until it was time to go home. He even talked to Ian for a while while he pushed him on the swings. You didn't want it to have an effect on you, but seeing them together stirred up some old feelings in you too.
Thank you so much for reading. Please consider commenting, reblogging or sending an ask if you liked this. I wanna write more Reed.
I'm sorry for any mistakes. My beta reader is not the sharpest tool in the shed and she's lazy but she's cute so I keep her around. All grammar mistakes are on HER
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