I’m about this 👌🏻 close to actually calling people out for their internalized racism when they talk about the off campus boys because wdym Tucker just ceases to exist on all of their fucking posts.
summary: After running away from home ten years prior, you return for your sister's wedding. Stressed about having to be in the place you promised yourself you'd never come back to, you head to the local bar, where you run into an old family friend, and discover some feelings you never thought you could have. (dbf! jack + female reader)
barista's note: So I recently discovered the dad's best friend trope, and I'm obsessed. Shoutout to @fandoms-are-my-h0me for introducing me to my new favorite thing and sending me some delicious dbf!Jack fics that inspired me to write this.
ingredients: 18+, dbf! Jack!! so you better scroll if this trope makes you uncomfy, age gap relationship between two consenting adults over 18, p in v, face sitting, getting freaky in a car, and getting freaky in your parents' bed LMAO, again this is a dbf fic so it’s quite freaky.
drink size: 3.8k words
At the next light, make a left.
The monotone voice of your GPS jolted you out of your dissociation, forcing you to confront your reality. You were back in your hometown, the place you had left 10 years ago, vowing never to return. Yet here you were, your love for your little sister being greater than your hatred for your parents. Six months ago, you received a wedding invitation from her, accompanied by a tearful phone call begging you to let bygones be bygones and trek out to Pittsburgh to be her bridesmaid. How could you possibly say no? Which is how you ended up here, turning onto your street and pulling up to your family home, still as stately and beautiful as you had remembered it, if only your memories inside were equally as beautiful.Â
You parked in the large driveway, taking a quick peek at the decorations that were already being set up for the backyard wedding as you dragged your suitcase up the steps. You were greeted first by the bride-to-be, who almost crushed you in the intensity of her embrace, followed by your two younger brothers, and then your parents, giving you the final and most awkward welcome of all.Â
“It’s great to see you, sweetheart!” your father said with what seemed like genuine joy, but you weren’t convinced.Â
The next few hours were grueling as you were forced to play happy family, your parents reminiscing about fabricated happy memories of your childhood, while your sister insisted you model your bridesmaid dress as if she hadn’t already seen it on FaceTime, and asked you questions about your “glamorous” life in NYC. After a few hours, your social battery had drained, and you needed to get out of the house.Â
“I’m just gonna drive around. See what’s still here.” You exclaimed with a fake smile when you were questioned as to where you were going. You got in your car, driving straight until you reached the main road.
You were able to recognize a few staples, like the church your family dragged you to every Sunday, the hospital you and all your siblings were born in, a few restaurants, and the local dive bar. You laughed to yourself as you remembered trying (and failing) to sneak into the bar as a 16 year old, never having actually been inside since you left home later that year. For old time’s sake, you parked and headed inside.Â
It was exactly like every other dive bar you had been in - dingy and dark, the smell of stale beer permeating the air. Yet there was something so cozy and homey about it. You parked yourself at the mostly empty bar and ordered a gin and tonic, scanning the bar patrons as you waited for your drink.Â
It was your typical crowd for a place like this, old white men who would probably call you “toots” and middle aged women who probably reeked of Marlboros, nothing too out of the ordinary, until you noticed the older man a few empty barstools away from you. He had aged for sure, but you could still recognize his friendly eyes and soft curls.Â
Jack Abbot - your dad’s old military buddy and best friend. Your family was always close to his growing up. Your mind was flooded with memories of when he’d pick you guys up from school if your parents couldn’t, or when he’d let you climb the tree in front of his house until one of you inevitably fell and hurt yourselves, his experience as an army medic coming in handy. He was one of the people you had missed the most after fleeing Pittsburgh, and while you knew he’d definitely be at the wedding, it was still comforting to run into him here.Â
“Uncle Jack!” you called across the stools. When he turned to face you, confusion was etched on his face, but only for a brief second as it dawned on him. He said your name, his hazel eyes lighting up.Â
“No fucking way! Dave said you were coming, but I wouldn’t have expected to see you until Saturday! Come here, you!” His hug felt warm and cozy, much unlike the one you shared with your parents, and you felt your body melt into his. He smelled musky and a touch woodsy, a welcome smell compared to the stale beer odor of the bar, and it sent a vibration through your body you couldn’t quite explain.Â
“Jesus Christ, you’re a grown woman now! How long has it been, ten years? What are you drinking?” he directed his attention to the bartender, who had appeared in front of you with your drink. “Put that on my tab. Whatever she wants, I’ll pay for it.”
–
Conversation came naturally between you and Jack, who had insisted you drop the Uncle now that you weren’t a kid anymore. You told him about what you had been up to since you were last in Pittsburgh, while he told you about working in the ER at the hospital you had passed on your way here. Four rounds of drinks and a shared order of nachos later, the conversation had shifted. You were devastated to learn his wife had passed away in the time you had been gone, and annoyed that your father never told you.Â
“He wanted to, honey, but you weren’t exactly on speaking terms.”
Which raised the question you had dreaded being asked. “What happened between you two, anyway?”
You almost didn’t answer, knowing Jack would be biased. But the increasing amount of alcohol in your blood spoke for you, recounting the eldest child syndrome you faced at home - the constant pressure to be an example, to be a parent to your younger siblings, to never once step out of line, lest you feel your father’s wrath. You told Jack that the suffocation became too much, and you took the first chance you could to leave.Â
When tears began to well up in your eyes, Jack reached his hand across the bar, holding yours. Similar to when Jack hugged you, your body once again vibrated. He looked you directly in your eyes, and you couldn’t help but get lost in his.Â
“Look, honey, I’m not gonna pretend I understand the father-daughter dynamic between you. I’m sorry that happened to you, and I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t talk to anyone about it, but trust me when I say that your dad loves you more than anything. And he’s incredibly happy you’re here. I am too.”
You missed his hand the second he let yours go, and you were quick to say yes when he asked if you needed another drink, eager to push away the strange feeling that was developing in your bones. Jack felt like home, or at least the way home should have felt. Every worry you had coming into this weekend faded away as you talked. But buried amongst the comforting feeling he provided you was another feeling. You couldn’t explain what it was, but it left you feeling hot, like an electrical current was running through your veins.Â
The feeling finally began to make sense when the conversation shifted once again, Jack asking when it would be your turn to walk down the aisle. When you mentioned your recent bad luck with men, his response caused another vibration in your body, this one occurring right between your thighs.Â
“Well, if a woman as beautiful as you can’t find a date, there’s no hope for any of us!”
Again, the alcohol spoke for you. “Me? What about you? You’re seriously gonna tell me another woman hasn’t already tied down this silverfox?”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were flirting with me, honey!” Jack said with a laugh.Â
The conversation shifted once again, but you had stopped paying attention. You studied Jack, focusing on his hands first, imagining them wrapped around your throat as his lips met yours, squeezing ever so slightly to elicit a moan out of you. You then thought about those hands squeezing your thighs as he held them open. The same imagery played in your mind as you shifted your focus to his lips, imagining them kissing your spread thighs before moving to your clit.Â
“You know, we should really get you home. Dave’s not gonna be too happy about you coming home so late.” Jack’s words interrupted your dirty thoughts, your arousal fading at the mention of your dad. You reached for your car keys, but Jack’s hand reached for yours to stop you.Â
“What kind of man would I be if I let you drive home after all the drinks you had?” His hand remained on yours, the familiar vibration returning once more.Â
“But I’m not even that drunk. And what about my car?”
“We’ll get it in the morning. Better safe than sorry, right? Jack said with a wink.Â
—
The softness of Jack’s passenger seat, combined with your exhaustion from the 6-hour drive, made you want to fall asleep, but you fought the urge, eager to enjoy these last few minutes together. You made yourself comfortable, removing your jacket and leaning back in the seat, the action causing your skirt to ride up slightly on your thighs. You smiled to yourself as you caught Jack glancing over more than once.Â
Jack cleared his throat. “So, you ready for Saturday?”
“Yup! Got my dress ready to go. Butter yellow. Not a color I’d normally wear…but I still look hot in it.” You looked over, eager to see if Jack would take the bait.Â
“Oh, I bet you do.” He replied instantly, meeting your eyes for a brief second.Â
You wondered how likely a car accident would be if you were to just lean over and suck Jack’s dick while he drove, when he turned down your street, pulling up in front of your house.
“Well, it was really great catching up with you, honey. You've grown into a beautiful, successful young woman, and I couldn’t be more proud of you.”
You thanked him for a lovely evening and leaned in for a hug. As you pulled away from his embrace, you turned your head and quickly kissed him. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like time had stood still. You had barely pulled your lips from his before they were together again, Jack having pulled you in by your cheeks. As Jack deepened the kiss, you climbed into the center console to get closer to him, not at all fazed by the cup holder shaped bruises you knew you’d have on your knees in the morning. Â
Without breaking the kiss, Jack leaned the driver’s seat as far back as it could go, allowing you to climb into his lap fully. With the new position, Jack wasted no time slipping his hand up your skirt and into your panties, rubbing hard, fast circles on your clit. The rough pads of his fingers were ecstasy, and you shamelessly moaned into Jack's mouth as his fingers moved down, easily sliding into you.
It felt so wrong. Your dad’s best friend kissing you, touching you, feet away from your front door. But it felt so right. All night, Jack had made you feel better than any other man your age had, and you needed more. You reached between your bodies to unbuckle his belt, but the action seemingly snapped Jack out of his trance as he spoke your name.Â
“What are we doing?” He continued to kiss you, but stopped between each kiss. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” “Fuck, honey, we can’t.” He gave you one final kiss before creating space between you, holding you in place at your hips.Â
“What’s wrong, Jack?” you asked breathlessly.
“You know exactly what’s wrong. We can’t do this. You’re my best friend’s daughter.”
“I’m not a child, Jack. It’s been years since you’ve seen me.”
“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that you’re an adult. It doesn’t matter how badly we both want this. It doesn’t change who you are to me. What would your father think if he knew?”
“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks.”
“Well I do. I’m sorry, honey. I really am. I want you more than anything right now, but i just ca-”
You didn’t let him finish your sentence before you opened the driver’s side door and climbed out of the car. Jack called your name, but you ignored him, marching up to your front door, tears welling up in your eyes as Jack watched you leave.Â
–
You tried your hardest not to think about Jack the next day as your family did their final prepartions for the wedding, but to no avail.Â
His lips, the feeling of his fingers inside of you, the way he eased your mind and made you feel cared for. You had always cared about Jack, but this was something stronger, something you had never felt before. Jack occupied every inch of your brain, even more so when your sister dropped you off at your car the next morning, exactly where you left it before you walked into that damn bar and sealed your fate.
Jack was equally as tormented by you, having driven past the bar earlier in the day to see if you had gotten your car yet. He strongly considered picking you up so you could come get it. It was the least he could do after making you abandon it in exchange for your safety. But Jack couldn’t face you. Not when he couldn’t stop thinking about how wet you were on his fingers, or how pretty your moans sounded. He feared that the moment you got in his car again, he’d lose all self control with you. He couldn't believe the hold you had on him. You of all people. His best friend's daughter. He watched you grow up and, of course, never once thought about you this way. There was something about this older version of you that woke something up within him.
Neither one of you knew how you were going to survive this wedding.Â
—
By the time you were lined up in procession order the following afternoon, arm linked with your paired groomsman, you had successfully gotten Jack out of your mind. It helped that your groomsman was very attractive, chatting you up while you waited, and you started considering some car fun with him instead after the reception.Â
But your body betrayed you the moment you stepped onto the aisle, your eyes immediately finding Jack’s and smiling at him. He smiled back, and you were right back to that night at the bar. You were still hurt over how the other night went, but you couldn’t ignore the way he made you feel, and you needed him to know.Â
As the officiant rambled on about love, Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off you, beautiful as could be in that butter yellow dress. He was reminded of the only other time he was this floored by a woman’s beauty - his own wedding day. You reminded him of his late wife. The same ambition, the same spunky attitude, with a softness reserved for him. He loved it in you, and even with the voice in his head screaming at him to stay away from you, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He needed to get you alone and tell you how he felt.
—
Getting you alone proved difficult. After the ceremony, the wedding guests were herded into the house for cocktail hour, while you were held hostage outside for wedding photos. Though Jack initially thought it was a blessing having you at the same table as him, especially when you opted to sit next to him, giving him a chance to lean over and whisper in your ear that he needed to talk to you.Â
The good luck was quickly snuffed out as your dad took the seat immediately next to Jack. From then on, you never got a moment alone, between your dad rarely leaving Jack’s side, and your family members constantly coming up to you, gushing about how much you’ve grown since they last saw you. Your interactions became strictly limited to under the table, as you brushed your leg against his throughout the night, while Jack periodically reached down and squeezed your inner thigh. Each squeeze leaving you more and more desperate for him.
After dinner, once the dance floor had finally opened up and people seemed to be leaving you both alone, Jack motioned for you to follow him up to the bar. You approached the bar first, ordering your drink as Jack approached behind you.
You waited for the bartender to turn his back towards you and quickly glanced behind you to make sure no one was around before you whispered to Jack. “Meet me inside, two minutes, top of the stairs.” He nodded, and you left without another word as the bartender placed your drink in front of you.Â
You had no idea what you were even going to say to Jack, but it didn’t seem like it mattered as Jack grabbed you when he ascended the stairs, pulling you in for a rough and desperate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, you led him towards the first bedroom you could find, locking the door behind you. You finally broke the kiss, as Jack’s hands found your dress zipper, pulling it down.Â
“So, no talking then, just straight to it?” You said with a laugh as you turned back to him, loosening his tie and working his shirt buttons open.
“Okay then, let's talk. I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re the first woman I’ve shared a genuine connection with since my wife died. I know I said I cared, but fuck it. I want you, and I don’t care what your dad or anyone else out there thinks.” Jack’s voice was frantic as he slid his pants down, stepping out of them.
“I want you too, Jack. I haven’t felt this way for someone in a long time.” You finished undressing, discarding your bra and panties on the bedroom floor.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” Jack took in your naked body for a moment before moving away from you to sit on the edge of the bed, removing his prosthetic leg and setting it aside. You watched as he did so, your mind flooding with childhood memories of Jack telling you ridiculous stories of how he had lost his leg. Your favorite was when he told you your dad had gotten into a fight with Bigfoot, and Jack had to jump in and defend him. The memory made you feel warm inside, mixing well with the arousal that had already been coursing through you, further solidifying how much you needed Jack.
 “Hope I didn’t just kill the mood.” Jack said with a laugh as he noticed you watching him.
“Never.” You climbed into his lap and kissed him, the moment reminiscent of that night in his car. You once again slid your hand between your two bodies, finally able to do what you wanted as your hands wrapped around his leaking cock. You repositioned yourself, ready to lower yourself onto him when he stopped you.Â
“Wanna taste you first.” he mumbled against your lips. “Sit on my face.”
You moved back, allowing Jack to reposition himself on the bed before you straddled him, moving your way up so that you were hovering above his face, hesitating for a moment.Â
“Don’t be shy, baby. Wanna taste every inch of this perfect pussy.” Jack’s words and breath against your skin gave you the confidence you needed to fully lower yourself onto his mouth, your body immediately set ablaze. Jack wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he licked and sucked you. You held the headboard with one hand while your other hand covered your mouth in an attempt to muffle the moans pouring out of you as you grinded against his mouth. Jack’s own moans against your pussy made your whole body vibrate, and it only took a few minutes before you orgasmed on his face.Â
Your thighs were shaking as you lifted from Jack’s face, repositioning yourself so that you could kiss his glistening wet lips.Â
“God baby, you’re incredible! Now, show me how bad you want me.”
You repositioned yourself once again, finally sliding down on his cock. The stretch felt incredible, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped you.Â
“Gotta quiet down, baby. What if someone comes inside, don’t want them to hear us, do you?”
“Nuh uh.” you sighed as you began to rock your hips desperately, knowing a second orgasm would hit you in no time.
“Especially your dad. Fuck baby, what would your dad say if he knew how much of a naughty girl you were being, riding his best friend’s cock, in his bed, no less.”
You hadn’t really paid much mind to the room you had stumbled into; you just needed the first room you could find, but as you glanced around the room, taking in your surroundings, you realized he was right. You had picked the worst possible place to be caught.Â
“I already knew you were a naughty girl when you wanted to fuck me in my car in front of your house, but I didn’t know you were this naughty, baby.” Jack’s hands had gripped your hips now, guiding your movements as they got sloppier. “And now you’re all mine, right, baby? You’re my naughty girl?”
“Mhmm”
“Use your words, baby.”
“I’m your naughty girl, Jack! I'm yours...all yours…FUCK!” You cried out as another orgasm washed over you, this one more powerful than the last. Jack pulled you flush to his chest, letting you ride out your orgasm as he began to thrust upward into you, his own orgasm hitting him moments later as he spilled into you with a groan of your name. Your lips found his, and stayed connected while you both came down from your orgasms.Â
–
You got yourselves dressed, making a valiant, though failed, effort to restore your hair and makeup to how it looked before you found Jack. You prayed that the wedding guests were too drunk at this point to notice your disheveled, post sex state and exited the room.
Agreeing that you would stagger your exits from the house to not draw suspicion, you approached the backyard door, Jack stopping you before doing so.Â
“Could I buy you breakfast before you head back home tomorrow? Take you on a proper date?” Jack asked shyly, as if he hadn’t just given you the best sex of your life. You nodded, stealing one last kiss before returning to the party.
You spent the remainder of the night on cloud nine, drinking, dancing, and already planning out your next trip to Pittsburgh.
summary: what could possibly go wrong when your best friend and secret crush asks you to pretend to be his new girlfriend at a wedding his friends and ex-wife will be at? (female reader)
barista's note: I swear I have more Jack content coming! (i have two WIPs for him!) but I've been so obsessed with the malpractice king I needed to get these out of my system.
ingredients: 18+, f!oral, p in v, divorced Langdon, who doesn't love a fake dating trope.
drink size: 1852 words
You looked yourself over in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at you. It was rare for you to get dressed up like this - a silk, dark blue spaghetti-strapped dress that hugged your body just right, topped off with hair and makeup that you spent the past hour perfecting.Â
Two months ago, Frank had shown up at your apartment in a panic. You were worried he had relapsed, but breathed a sigh of relief when he went on to explain that an old college friend of his had invited him to his wedding. But the relief was short-lived as he went on to say that Abby was expected to be at this wedding too, with a new man on her arm.Â
Then came the question.Â
Not just a simple “Will you be my plus one?” But instead, “Will you be my plus one AND pretend to be my girlfriend?”Â
You were uncertain at first, not one to enjoy making others jealous. But jealousy wasn’t Frank’s goal; distraction was. He didn’t feel great about having to sit at the same table as his ex-wife, feet away from her new boyfriend, when the wounds of his divorce still ached. He didn’t need you to make out with him in front of everyone; he just needed you there for moral support and to make him seem less like a single loser. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no. Not when he looked at you like that, beautiful blue eyes desperate and pleading as they locked with yours.
“Fine, but you owe me, Langdon!”
“Anything you want!”
As the date got closer, you began to wonder how you were going to pull this off. Frank was your best friend, nothing more. Sure, there were moments, moments where Frank made your heart race, moments where he crossed your mind as you rubbed your clit, moments where you wondered what would happen if you leaned in and kissed him while you watched TV on your couch. But you had learned to ignore those moments, convincing yourself that your relationship was strictly friendly.Â
And now, here you were, standing in front of your mirror, waiting for the chime of your doorbell to signify Frank's arrival to pick you up. The sound came a moment later.Â
“Wow, you look great!” were the first words out of Frank’s mouth when you opened the door.Â
He looked great too, in a black suit with a dark blue tie and shirt that matched your dress, a design choice you had agreed on to support your fake relationship further.
Your heart skipped a beat as you watched Frank’s eyes scan every inch of your body twice before he held his arm out. “Shall we?”Â
–
On the ride to the venue, you went over your story once again - you were the sister of a friend Frank made in rehab, you had been dating for 5 months, and were madly in love. You even agreed on your own signal if things became too much for Frank: a hard squeeze of your hand.
The ceremony went by quickly and easily enough, but you knew the hard part would be the reception. Once you had found your table and claimed your seats, you began to sell yourselves as a couple, Frank proudly introducing you to all his old friends, your hand in his. As he rambled on, catching up with his buddies, you couldn’t help but revel in how nice his hand felt in yours, how natural it felt, like you had been a couple for years. Your brain was so caught up in daydreams of being Frank’s for real that you didn’t notice he had stopped talking, but you did notice when he squeezed your hand. Hard.Â
There she was. You had only seen pictures of her, and she was beautiful in those, but her in-person beauty left you feeling small and unworthy of Frank, even as a fake girlfriend. Frank and Abby exchanged some pleasantries, Abby sharing that the kids were at her mother’s and she had checked on them recently, before introducing Greg, her new boyfriend. Frank introduced you back, with significantly less confidence than he had when introducing you to his friends. It pained you to watch Frank’s confidence deteriorate so quickly, and after another moment of small talk, you acted.
“You know honey, I think I just saw them put out some fresh shrimp cocktail at the apps table, we should go grab some. Nice meeting you, Abby!” You dragged Frank away, waiting until you were well out of earshot to speak again.
“Hey, you kind of fumbled out there. You okay?”
Frank couldn’t meet your eyes. “Yeah. Just sucks. I was kinda hoping it wasn’t true. But she looks so much happier without me. It’s not even that I still want her, I just…she moved on so fast, feels like I meant nothing.” he choked on his last words as if he were holding back tears.Â
“Let’s go home, Frank. They’re married already, you did your due diligence as their friend. Let’s just leave.” You suggested.
Frank shook his head, finally bringing his eyes to yours with a smile, as if he hadn’t been ready to sob a moment ago. “It’s okay. It looks worse if we leave. I can do this.”Â
“You sure can, boyfriend!” You returned a smile as you led Frank back to your table.Â
—
Dinner went fairly well, the distance between your chairs and Abby’s providing enough relief that Frank was slowly returning to his normal, confident self. You talked, laughed, and took pictures, all with Frank’s hand either holding yours or resting on your back. There were even several moments throughout the night where Frank’s hand found your thigh under the table, completely out of view of anyone, leaving you wondering who it was supposed to be for. You missed his hand the second he pulled away every time, looking forward to the next time it happened again.Â
Frank even managed to drag you onto the dancefloor. You weren’t a great dancer, but all fears of embarrassing yourself faded the second Frank placed his hands on your hips to lead you in a slow dance. Without even thinking about it, your arms came to wrap around his neck as you danced.Â
You both suddenly found yourselves lost in each other’s eyes, momentarily forgetting where you were, and desperately fighting the urge to close the gap between your lips. Frank seemingly broke before you did, leaning in slightly just as the song came to a close, snapping you both back to reality. You pulled away from each other, sharing a laugh before Frank led you back to your table.Â
--
The good time came to an abrupt end when the MC announced the dreaded bouquet toss. Normally, you wouldn’t have participated, but jumped to your feet when you saw Abby get up. You didn’t care about having the bouquet for yourself; you just didn’t want her to have it and make a scene that could ruin Frank’s improving mood. You underestimated your athleticism, however, and Abby was able to easily catch the stupid thing, joyously running back to the table to plant a huge kiss on Greg’s lips as the upbeat music faded into a slower love song.Â
Frank’s expression was neutral as he watched them, but you knew he was breaking inside. You’d had enough of seeing him hurt today and decided it was time for a grand finale of your fake relationship plan. You walked back to your table, hand outstretched to Frank. He shook his head, but you kept your hand out, silently demanding he take it. He did so, and you led him back to the dancefloor, resuming the same position you had earlier - his hands on your hips, yours wrapped around his neck.Â
“This was stupid. I shouldn’t have come. I knew I wasn’t ready for this. I knew-”
But Frank’s ramblings were cut off as you did what you wished you had done the last time you were this close to each other.Â
You kept your lips on his for several seconds before pulling away. Even with the dim light of the dancefloor, you could see blush forming on his cheeks.Â
“I told you you didn’t have to do that.” Frank said with a chuckle before looking over your shoulder. “Besides, they weren’t even looking.”
“I didn’t do it for them.” You said as you brought your lips back to his. Frank deepened the kiss, bringing his hands up from your hips to your cheeks.Â
–Â
You left abruptly after cake, Frank’s hand glued to your inner thigh as he drove you home, a little too fast for your liking. Once you were safely back at your apartment, you practically broke the door off its hinges, clamoring to get in. Frank wasted no time, hands flying to the back of your dress to unzip it as he kissed you hard. Once you were fully bare, he walked you towards your bedroom, not breaking the kiss until you were lying on it, knees dangling off the bed. Frank sank to his knees in front of you, slowly kissing up your spread thighs and singing praises in between each hot kiss.Â
“You’re so beautiful!” “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” “Do you have any idea how much I’ve fantasized about this?” “God, I want you so fucking bad.”
You saw stars the moment his lips finally wrapped around your clit, each suck eliciting a loud moan out of you, and inching you closer to an orgasm. It wasn’t long until you were falling off the edge, your body having been so in need of this, of him. When you had finished riding out the wave of your orgasm on his tongue, Frank stood up and straddled you, crudely spitting in his hand and stroking his already leaking cock twice before slowly pressing into you.
Frank fucked you slow and deep, desperate to savor every inch of the body he had longed for. He kept his eyes glued to your pretty face the entire time, encouraging you to keep your eyes on his whenever you closed them. The intimacy between you was enough to spark a second orgasm in you, making Frank pick up his pace as he hurdled towards his own. With a final groan of your name, Frank spilled into you, and you wrapped your legs around him to keep him close as he throbbed within you.Â
–
You sat back on the couch with your glass of water, snuggling into Frank’s side as he wrapped his arm around you.Â
“Thank you again for today. Seriously. You were my rock.” Frank said as he planted a kiss on the top of your head. “Is there any chance you’d be willing to do me one more favor, though?”
You perked up, willing to do anything he wanted at this point. “What’s up?”
“I was gonna go out tomorrow night. Will you be my plus one and actually be my girlfriend?”Â
You laughed. “Fine, but you owe me, Langdon!”
He leaned in, kissing you deeply. “Anything you want.”
summary: Just some HCs of Frank missing you while he spends the weekend with the kids, and showing you just how much he missed you when the weekend is over. (female reader)
ingredients: 18+, mentions of f!oral receiving and p in v
drink size: 544 words
Frank misses you deeply when he's on daddy duty for the weekend.Â
He has a strict no texting policy when he's with his kids. They're his number one priority, and he’s committed to giving them his full, undivided attention. You understand completely and love how much he cares for them.
Even with the no contact rule, Frank is still thinking of you, always bringing you a souvenir from his outings with the kids.Â
Museum day? He brings you something from the gift shop.
He takes them out for dessert? He brings you cookies.
A day at the park? This man brings you a flower or even a leaf he thought looked nice. Anything to show you were on his mind.Â
As soon as he drops the kids off at Abby’s and says goodbye, he immediately calls to let you know he’s heading to your place, and asks what you want for dinner.Â
You tell him you’re happy to cook, insisting that he must be exhausted (he is) and that you’re more than willing to take care of him. But Frank always shoots down your offer.
“I was gone all weekend. I should be the one treating you to dinner. Not the other way around. Want me to stop by the Italian spot you love?”
Frank attacks you the second he walks through the door, lips and hands all over you, breathy sighs of “I missed you” in between each kiss.Â
Your dinner is left abandoned on the kitchen counter as Frank walks you to the couch, sinking between your legs when you sit down. As Frank works your pants down, you tell him the food is going to get cold, but he insists this is more important.Â
“I prefer dessert first anyway.” He says with a smug smile before wrapping his lips around your clit.Â
You don’t sit down to dinner until you’ve cum on his face at least twice. Sometimes you have to beg him to stop, pulling him by the hair as he desperately tries to coax a third orgasm out of you.Â
The affection continues after dinner. His arm wraps around you as you snuggle up on the couch, talking about the weekend apart. Soon enough, his lips are back on yours, his kisses sloppy and starved, like it's been weeks since he last kissed you, rather than just a few days.Â
But before Frank can slip his hand between your legs once again, you stop him.
“Not so fast! I think daddy deserves some love too.”
You strip down and climb into Frank’s lap, riding his cock until he cums so hard he can’t form a sentence.Â
It’s getting late by the time you finish, so you both start winding down for the night, cleaning up before taking a shower, separately.Â
Frank tries to join you, but you remind him that you both have work in the morning and need to quit the funny business now unless he wants to be up all night. The offer is tempting, but Frank’s exhaustion ultimately wins.Â
Frank plants a soft kiss on your cheek, one last breathy sigh of “I missed you.” whispered in your ear before you fall asleep, wrapped in his arms.
summary: A sweet picnic date with Frank Langdon turns spicy when Frank notices what you're wearing, and what you're not wearing. (female reader)
barista's note: Taking a small break from Jack to give our malpractice king some love đź’• (Don't worry, I have plenty of Jack still in my WIPs that absolutely will be posted). This blurb was inspired by a tiktok I saw about it almost being sundress no panties season, and I know Frank would LOVE this season!
ingredients: 18+, PUBLIC p in v, exhibitionism, indecent exposure, PUBLIC fingering, reader going commando, Frank being a bit of a soft dom and talking dirty.
drink size: 1150 words
“Frank! You shouldn’t have! This is amazing!” You exclaim as you admire the scene in front of you.
A red gingham-patterned blanket positioned under a tree on some lush green grass. On the blanket, plates holding a spread of meats, cheeses, and fruits, mini cupcakes, and a large hero sandwich chopped into multiple pieces. A picnic date was the last thing you expected when Frank told you to meet him at the park on a random Monday afternoon, but you were already swooning.Â
You had been dating for less than six months, but already Frank was treating you better than any previous boyfriend had. You weren’t sure if it was a divorced dad thing or just something uniquely Frank Langdon. Either way, you couldn’t get enough.Â
“You’re amazing! God, look at you.” Your eyes had been glued to the display, but his eyes were glued to your body.Â
You were in a short red floral sundress that barely made it to the halfway point of your thighs, with a neckline that complemented your perfect tits so well. Frank almost wanted to skip this entire date and bend you over his kitchen counter, but he fought off the temptation. You were the first woman he made happy in a while, his dating life post-divorce having been a failure before you, so making you happy was his top priority.Â
When you had finished your food, you were sitting in between Frank’s legs, your back against his chest while his back rested against the tree.Â
While you were fixated on how incredible this date was, Frank was still fixated on your sundress, your sitting position providing him a better view of your tits. It would have been so easy for Frank to just reach down and pull your dress up so he could see what cute panties you were wearing before slipping his fingers in them. What panties were you wearing, he wondered. Were they red like your dress? Or were they something black and lacy, like the pair you wore the first time he fucked you, the ones he pulled off with his teeth.Â
Frank was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t even realize you were trying to get his attention.Â
“Helloooo? Earth to Frank Langdon!” You were now on your knees in between his legs, waving a hand in his face.Â
“Shit, sorry! Spaced out there for a second.”
“Yeah no kidding. What’s on your mind?”
He decided to be honest, sort of. While you both were pretty open about sex, he didn’t want to outright admit he was thinking about pulling your panties down with his teeth while on this romantic date. “Uh..you. You in this dress.” Frank placed his hands on your hips. “You look so beautiful in it.” He leaned in and kissed you, hoping that the sweet compliment and kiss would satiate your curiosity enough.Â
“Oh, speaking of this dress…” You started when you pulled away from his lips. “I actually have a little surprise for you. Hope it’s not too much.”
You moved quick, so quick Frank didn’t even have time to fully process your words and respond to them before you revealed your surprise. You had lifted and lowered your dress in a single second, but it was clear what you were trying to show him.Â
Nothing.Â
Frank had been so consumed with the thought of the panties under your dress, and you weren’t even wearing any at all. He struggled to speak, almost as if he had forgotten how to altogether.
“You’re not…you don’t have…you’re not wearing…fuck!”Â
You laughed, wrapping your arms around Frank’s neck. “You okay there, babe? Sounds like your brain is short-circuiting.”
“Shut up.” Frank shot back playfully as he pulled your mouth to his in a desperate kiss. His hands slid up your dress, squeezing your thighs and ass before coming to rest on your hips, confirming that you were indeed commando under your sundress.Â
“Fuuuuck!” Frank moaned in your mouth. You returned the moan when Frank flipped you, returning you to the original position you had been before and sliding his hand between your thighs.Â
“Frank…this is such…a bad idea we’re in public!” Your mind and body were working oppositely, as your hips kept thrusting to meet the movement of Frank's fingers as you spoke.Â
“Yeah, yeah you’re right. Let’s go!.” You scrambled to pack up your remaining picnic supplies, haphazardly throwing everything back into the picnic basket and dashing to Frank’s car in the parking lot.Â
Frank tried to keep it together through the walk to the parking lot, but sight of your dress riding up as you bent down to drop the basket in Frank’s trunk sent him over the edge, and as soon as you slammed the trunk shut, you were bent over it, dress already slid up and the tip of Frank’s cock already pressed against your entrance. He gave a quick glance around the parking lot, grateful that he had made the unconscious decision to park in the less populated area, and slid in.Â
Frank’s pace was rough, half due to how desperate he was to fuck you and half due to how public this was, even with the fair amount of distance between cars. You had no choice but to clasp your hand against your mouth to mask the uncontrollable moans that we’re escaping you.Â
“Aw baby, I hate that you have to hide those pretty sounds. You know I love hearing how badly you want me. Don’t worry angel, just gonna fill this pussy up nice and then we’re getting out of here, okay?”
You affirmed with a muffled “mhmm”, which earned you a smack on your asscheek.Â
“Use your words, angel!”
“Yes! Fuck yes baby please!” Was all you could manage as your brain was the one short-circuiting now. But it was all Frank needed to send him over the edge as he spilled into you with a groan.Â
Your body ached at how quickly Frank pulled out of you, but you knew it was in your best interest to leave as soon as possible before anyone saw you, having lucked out so far. Frank pulled you in for a quick kiss before speaking.Â
“God, you’re fucking perfect. Wanna head to my place? I could make us some coffee, chill on the couch, maybe go for a much more private round two if you’re up to it?” He smiled and winked.Â
His smile made you want to bend over the trunk again and lift your dress up yourself, but you shut that thought out of your head. Nodding and confirming you’d see him in a few before turning to leave, immediately feeling Frank’s baby blues on you as you walked off. Â
You were thoroughly pleased with your choice in outfit today, especially as you felt Frank’s cum start to trail down your thigh as you approached your car.
summary: After waking up from a bad dream, Jack turns to you for support. Even when half asleep, you're happy to provide the support he needs. (female reader)
barista's note: I'm just a girl who loves a good somno blurb!
ingredients: 18+, p in v, somnophilia, dub-con, fingering, workplace relationship
drink size: 776 words
A glowing red 3:45 AM was all Jack could make out in the darkness as he sat up, heart racing and forehead dripping with sweat.
Sleep hadn’t been Jack’s friend for a while now; it was part of why he worked the night shift to begin with. Although his nightmares had become less frequent since he started sharing a bed with you, they hadn’t vanished for good. Tonight, Jack was reliving the night he lost half his leg, still as painfully vivid as it was when it actually happened. As his eyes finally adjusted, he looked over to your sleeping form before lying back down and facing you.Â
Jack reached for you, pulling you in so that your back was flush against his chest, and nuzzled into your neck, inhaling the faint scent of your shampoo. Holding you in his arms was the quickest way to calm himself down after a nightmare, your slow rhythmic breathing having a hypnotic effect on him. Sure enough, his heart rate slowed and his breathing returned to normal. Jack planted a soft kiss on your neck as a silent way of saying thank you, and began to caress your stomach, desperate just to feel your skin under his fingertips. Jack’s hands moved haphazardly, and you stirred when his finger brushed the waistband of your underwear.Â
“Jack?” you whispered sleepily, so sleepily that Jack could tell you hadn’t even opened your eyes yet.Â
He felt guilty for waking you. While he was used to the night owl lifestyle, you weren’t quite there yet, having only just switched shifts recently to see him more. So, you deeply valued your days off where you could sleep normal human hours with Jack by your side. Â
Jack stilled his hand, resting it on your ribcage. “Sorry baby, bad dream, just needed to feel you.” He whispered against your ear. He genuinely just wanted to hold you and feel your calming presence. There wasn’t a sexual thought running through his mind until you spoke again.Â
“S’okay baby…you can touch me.”
Jack suddenly felt his body temperature rise. “What was that, baby?”
“Use me…whatever you want…mm right here…gonna sleep…s’okay.” You reached for Jack's hand, placing it in the spot just above your waistband before softly sighing.Â
Your slurred whisper made Jack’s cock twitch against your ass. “Okay baby.” He planted another soft kiss on your neck as his fingers slipped under. “Just go back to sleep.”Â
Jack began to rub soft, gentle circles into your clit. He was pleasantly surprised that you were allowing him to do this, to have you like this. Jack was the most important person in your life. You had told him countless times that you’d always be there when things got dark, and even now, in your unconscious state, you were more than willing to be his stress relief.
A small whimper from your lips made him pick up his pace, pressing into you harder and faster. “That’s it baby, cum for me.” he whispered against your ear. You came with a choked moan that sounded so beautiful to Jack, and he let you ride out your orgasm on his fingers as he peppered more kisses on your neck.Â
“Think you could handle a little more baby?” Jack asked as his fingers found your waistband again.
You hummed, and Jack slid your underwear off and lifted your leg so he could access you fully. Finally pressing himself into you felt like heaven. Jack struggled to maintain a gentle pace, still trying to be considerate of your unconsciousness, until a breathy moan of his name left your lips. The sound was so sultry and syrupy it sent Jack hurtling towards his climax, and his pace finally picked up.Â
“Fuck baby…like when I fuck you like this? Feels good?”
“Mhmm” you mumbled, a bit more conscious than before, the heat between you finally starting to wake your body up. Your sounds were more reactive now as you softly moaned at each hard thrust, with a second moan of his name finally sending Jack over the edge.Â
His movements stilled, cock still throbbing inside of you as he nuzzled back into your neck. You reached behind you, your fingers finding his hair. Once Jack pulled out of you, you turned to face him and brought your lips to his.Â
“Feel better?”
“Much better.” Jack smiled against your lips, kissing you before continuing to speak. “You’re always so good at bringing me back down from a bad dream.”Â
With one final kiss, you flipped back around so Jack could hold you again as you both drifted back to sleep, not another nightmare to be had.
summary: Just some nsfw ABC headcanons for our favorite doctor! (female reader)
barista's note: I haven't come across one of these for Jack yet, and I've always wanted to write one of these, so I thought I'd take a stab at it! Of course, these are my own personal HCs for him, but I'd love to hear what you guys think if you have other ideas!
ingredients: 18+, implied age gap, workplace relationship w/ power dynamic, mentions of choking, f! and m! oral receiving, p in v, self pleasure, it's nsfw headcanons, so proceed with caution LOL
drink size: 2353 words
A = Aftercare
It’s no surprise that Jack is an aftercare king. He’s made his life’s calling caring for others, and obviously, that extends to his lady. Jack is quick to make sure you’re okay, praising how well you did for him, and asking if there’s anything you need.
By default, he’s always running off to get you both some water and to start up the shower. He insists you shower first, and that he’ll hop in when you’re done, but he almost always ends up joining you, making great use of his shower chair for a round two.Â
B = Body part
On himself: His chest and biceps. Jack loves the way you run your hands up and down his stomach and plant kisses down to his naval and happy trail. He also loves it when you kiss and lightly bite on his biceps. Though he was extremely confused the one time you asked if you could eat a piece of sushi off his flexed muscle for a TikTok video.Â
“Trust me! It’ll look hot!”
“Oh…kay?” He knows better than to question your antics. As long as you’re happy, he’s willing to oblige.
On you: Your thighs. He loves squeezing them, kissing them, biting them, and there’s no better feeling than your thighs wrapped around his head while he eats you out.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Jack loves to cum on your face. It feels so immature at first, and he worries it’s degrading for you. But then you’re on your knees, taking him in your mouth and looking up at him with your eyes full of lust.
You know Jack’s body so well that you know when he’s about to cum, so you pull back and open your mouth wide, tongue out, eyes closed, beckoning him to ruin your face. He can’t help but give you what you’re so clearly asking for.Â
Jack thinks you look so cute trying to lick the excess off your face, and he’s quick to get you a towel to clean you up. Â
D = Dirty secret
Jack relieved himself to you once in the bathroom at work. He couldn’t help it; you handled a difficult procedure so easily and so confidently. It was incredibly sexy. Jack’s only options were to either take care of himself in a bathroom stall or cream directly into his pants only two hours into his shift. He felt pretty ridiculous afterwards, reminding himself that he’s a grown man, not some horny teenager who can’t control his emotions. He made sure it never happened again, and never mentioned it to you, but he did silently reward you that night in bed for bringing that out of him.Â
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Jack definitely knows what he’s doing, although it's been a while since he’s had someone to share his experience with, so he’s gotten a little rusty over the years.
That’s where you come in - keeping Jack on his toes and introducing him to new things he would have never thought of on his own.
You both learn from each other and draw on your individual experiences to create something beautiful together.Â
F = Favorite position
Seated cowgirl on the couch - it’s an easy position for Jack, since it’s one he can do without his prosthetic leg. It also feels incredible, especially after a long day in the ER when Jack is feeling particularly spent.Â
“Just relax, baby. I’ll take care of you.” You say as you seat yourself in his lap and slide down on his cock. He throws his head back at the first roll of your hips and melts into you while you ride him.Â
Reverse cowgirl in bed - same idea as traditional cowgirl, but Jack gets the bonuses of watching your ass bounce and giving your cheeks the occasional light smack.Â
Sideways - another position that’s easy for Jack. It’s also incredibly intimate for you both. Jack will nuzzle into your neck and pull you flush to his chest before lifting your thigh in the air to slide even deeper into you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Jack is more serious than goofy during sex. He wants you both fully immersed in the moment. But as soon as you’re finished, when you’re snuggling and coming down from your highs, he’s doing whatever he can to make you laugh and smile, telling jokes and being silly.Â
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
The carpet definitely matches his salt-and-pepper drapes that you love so much. You also love how he keeps it bushy down there. It adds to his rugged, manly look that made you fall for him in the first place.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Jack wouldn’t necessarily consider himself a hopeless romantic, but he does crank up the romance in bed - kisses, soft caresses of your hair and skin, anything in the moment to showcase how much he adores you.Â
Especially praise - Jack loves to tell you how beautiful you are and how well you’re taking him. He also loves calling you a good girl, knowing full well that the pet name sends you rushing towards an orgasm.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Jack loves partaking in some mutual masturbation with you. The first time you suggested it, Jack was a little hesitant, never having done something like this before. But after a few minutes, Jack was hooked. Watching you gently rub your clit, while your eyes stayed glued to Jack’s cock in his hand, was a gorgeous sight. Now it’s a regular occurrence, especially when you’re both too tired after the workday for more physical activities.Â
K = Kinks
Choking - Jack loves the way your eyes roll back when his hand wraps around your throat. Being a doctor, he knows exactly the amount of time and pressure it would take for it to start getting dangerous, and he makes sure he strays far away from that threshold. Your strained gasps sound like music to his ears, and it's one of the quickest ways to have you throbbing around him.
When you wear his stuff - Whether you’re wearing his shirt to bed, his dog tags, his hoodie when you’re cold, whatever - Jack loves seeing you wear his things. It’s a reminder that you’re his and only his.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Jack is pretty basic when it comes to his favorite locations, usually the couch or the bed, though you have fucked on the kitchen counter before when everything else was just too far away for how desperate you both were.
As previously mentioned, Jack’s shower chair has proven incredibly useful for sex and often becomes the spot for round two, though you try to be mindful not to accidentally break the chair.Â
One time while on vacation, you and Jack discovered that your hotel shower had a seat built into the shower tile. You made some great use of that seat, having zero worries about potentially breaking it, and it made Jack start wondering if he could renovate his shower to have one, but still get his security deposit back.Â
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Domestication - Jack’s life hasn’t been calm or normal in a long time, so any kind of normalcy with you is incredibly exciting. Simple tasks like grocery shopping or cleaning up around the house leave him aching for you, and it takes everything in his power not to drop the vacuum in his hands and bend you over the kitchen counter you just wiped down.
Your success - As mentioned in the dirty secret HC, watching you succeed at something leaves Jack incredibly proud of you, and desperate for you. Could be something as simple as mastering a cooking recipe you’ve been trying to perfect or completing a difficult procedure at work. Jack sees so much potential in you and loves seeing you reach that potential.Â
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Jack would never do anything with you at work. Not even a quickie in a supply closet, not even when you’ve left him with a boner after completing a difficult procedure with precision. It’s not worth the risk of exposing your relationship and you losing your job. He’s more than willing to wait until your shift ends so he can have you without worry.Â
O = Oral
Jack was pretty nervous the first time you sank to your knees in front of him, worried his prosthetic leg would scare you off. Now it’s one of his favorite ways to de-stress.
Jack also loves to return the favor, especially when his body has betrayed him and he can’t keep up with you. He encourages you to sit on his face, and revels in the way he can break you down with just a few swipes of his tongue.Â
P = Pace
Jack enjoys being rough with you, but his preference is going nice and slow. You’ve been a welcome change in his life, a light when his world is dark. Jack can’t picture life without you, and he’s committed to savoring every beautiful second with you, including when he’s deep inside of you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Jack loves squeezing in a quickie before work. It gives him the energy he needs to get through his shift and has him walking into the ER with a pep in his step.Â
If you’re about to head out for a girl’s night, he’ll insist on some quick fun before you go. It’s kind of cute how flustered you get as you fix your hair in the mirror, trying to make sure your friends can’t tell you had your world rocked before coming out tonight.Â
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Jack is more than willing to experiment with anything you suggest, and more than willing to immediately stop anything that isn’t making you feel incredible. He’s extremely committed to your pleasure.
Jack refuses to budge on his “no fooling around at work” stance, but he’s still willing to be a little risky with you, and has no issue fooling around in the car in an empty parking lot, or letting his hand find your inner thigh under the table when you’re out to dinner with friends.Â
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
The years of stress on Jack’s body plus his age usually leave him tapping out sooner than either of you would like. But you’re more than willing to accommodate him by riding him or switching to oral. You’ve become an expert in finding ways to keep the fun going while keeping Jack’s efforts to a minimum.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Jack is an old-fashioned guy and doesn’t see the need for toys. He’s pretty confident in his abilities to get you off with just his fingers. Though he definitely doesn’t mind when you put on a show for him with your vibrator wand.Â
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Jack is a HUGE tease! He’ll be massaging your clit, your orgasm seconds away from hitting, only to pull away at the last second.Â
“Come on baby, you gotta work for it! Tell me how bad you want me to touch you.”
He won’t touch you again until you’ve begged and pleaded to his satisfaction, all the while caressing your thighs and bringing his fingers close enough where you think he’s giving in to you, only to pull away once again.Â
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Jack is definitely noisy - sighs, grunts, and moans all leave his lips, making you melt.Â
His sounds are always intercut with praises for you. Besides your favorite praise of “good girl”, he lets out plenty of “just like that, baby”s and “atta girl”s.Â
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Jack loves it when you go full bush. Obviously, he supports whatever you choose to do with your body hair, but he finds it incredibly sexy when you let it grow out and loves it when he gets to bury his face in those soft curls. Jack also loves it when he can see the hair on your bikini line poking out from the sides of your panties if you’re walking around the apartment pantsless.Â
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Average length but THICK and girthy, with a thick protruding vein. As mentioned, his hair is a bit unkempt, but you love feeling it brush against your nose as you take him as far back as your throat will allow and then some.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not since his late wife has Jack felt so strongly about someone. Sure, he went on a few dates, had some lovely evenings with lovely women, but nothing has come close to the feeling of when he’s with you. You make him feel young again. Hopeful again. He can’t help but want to ravish you every time he looks at you, even when his body can’t keep up with his desires. All Jack does is yearn for you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Jack usually struggles to fall asleep thanks to the insomnia he developed during his time in the military. And even if he could sleep easily, he refuses to until you have. Your slow breathing as you drift off to sleep regulates his nervous system, allowing him to relax enough that he quickly joins you soon after.Â
Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.
summary: you and Jack get freaky in the forest while on a hiking trip (f! reader)
barista's note: shoutout to my right-hand woman @fandoms-are-my-h0me for helping me research whether or not an amputee would even be able to hike (they can! depends on how accustomed they are to their prosthetics!) and tbh if Jack can run around with the freaking swat team i think he can handle a simple hike as long as he's taking it slow.
ingredients: 18+, PUBLIC p in v, PUBLIC m! oral receiving, exhibitionism, indecent exposure. we're extra freaky today, I blame Quinn for this! mdni
drink size: 875 words
“Hey, give me a sec!”
You stopped walking instantly, like you promised Jack you would. You were on your first hiking trip together as a couple, after discovering you both shared an interest in the activity. You were initially worried a hike might be uncomfortable for Jack, but he assured you he could handle a light trail, just so long as you promised to go slow and stop if he needed a break.Â
“You okay?” You asked, turning to find Jack sitting on a nearby picnic bench in a small clearing surrounded by trees.Â
“Yeah, yeah I’m okay, just need a minute. I told you I’m not as spry as you young folks!” He said with a chuckle, looking up at you. You stood nearby, watching Jack remove his prosthetic leg from his right leg and setting it aside as he massaged his thigh.Â
You smiled to yourself at his growing confidence. At the start of your relationship, Jack had been extremely self-conscious about his disability, worried it would scare you away. You assured him he could never scare you off, and seeing that he believed your words warmed your heart. You approached Jack, first running a hand though his salt and pepper curls before leaning down and planting several kisses on his cheek.Â
“What are you doing?” Jack said with a laugh.Â
“Showing my man some love, obviously!” You replied with a look of adoration that made Jack’s heart race.Â
“Alright, I think I’m okay to keep going.” Jack said after a few minutes as he reached for his prosthetic.Â
You reached a hand out to stop him, sinking to your knees so that you were now looking up at him instead of down, and placed your hands on his thighs.Â
“Are you sure? Cause we can hang out here a little longer if you need.” You locked eyes with Jack as you toyed with the drawstring on his pants for a moment before placing your hand on his bulge and caressing it.
“Baby, are you kidding me?” Jack broke eye contact to look around. “We’re in public, someone could see us.” But Jack knew you were alone. You both had commented on the lack of cars in the parking lot when you arrived. It was fairly early in the afternoon on a random Tuesday, and it wasn’t even sunny out (you preferred hikes on cloudy days for the cooler temperature). He knew your chances of getting caught out here were low, and the thought of having you so openly sent blood rushing straight to his cock, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards into your palm.
“We can stop when we hear someone coming. We’ll just be quiet, okay?” You gave Jack the desperate eyes you knew he couldn’t say no to, and as soon as he nodded, you worked his cock free from his pants and immediately got to work, wrapping your long, slender fingers around him at the base and stroking him as you licked and sucked on his pink tip.Â
“Fuuuuck!” Jack closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the bench, immediately regretting it and opening his eyes to keep watch. But he couldn’t help himself, closing his eyes again as you moved your hand so you could fully take him to the back of your throat. The feeling was far too good to not savor it.
You continued to bob your head up and down on his length, eager to draw out more of his whispered groans that were rapidly creating a pool of arousal in your underwear. Jack’s hand was suddenly in your hair, guiding your movements, a clear tell that he was getting very close.Â
“Wait, wait, baby…get in my lap…wanna fuck you…please?” Jack was breathless. You stood up, ignoring the pain in your knees from having your bare skin on the rocks and dirt. You quickly slid your shorts off, not bothering to remove your sneakers as you straddled Jack. His fingers gripped your hips, guiding you as you swallowed up his cock. You began to roll your hips, all efforts by you both to stay quiet completely disregarded as you moaned into each other’s mouths.
Jack’s grip moved from your hips to your back as he pulled you flush against his chest, allowing him to sloppily thrust up into you. The slight change in position gave you exactly what you needed to reach your peak. You squeezed the edge of the picnic table behind Jack as your orgasm loudly washed over you. Jack followed you off the edge moments later, sending ropes of warm cum into your still throbbing hole.Â
You climbed off of Jack, putting your shorts back on as he re-attached his prosthetic leg, and quickly left. Once you were far enough away and confirmed no one was around, you both burst into laughter.Â
“Holy shit babe, I think I need to sit down again. That was amazing! But stay away from me this time, you little vixen! We can not do that again!” Jack laughed as he sat on a nearby boulder.Â
You playfully rolled your eyes at him and walked a few steps away to take some pictures as Jack relaxed, taking in the gorgeous view in front of him, you included.Â
