jack x awkward shy reader! || this is part of my new series: meet cutes with jack x reader!! feel free to send in requests.. also open for pope and sammy xx
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the hot and prickly june sun beamed down onto the pickleball courts turning them into shimmering patches of green and blue.
she tugged nervously at the hem of her bubblegum pink tennis skirt for what had to be the hundredth time.
"you’d tell me if you can see my ass, right?”
her best friend rolled her eyes playfully. she asked that question about four times since they got out of the car.
“yes, babe!” she dragged. “you look hot. stop pulling it down."
"yeah you look sexy as hell," the other giggled, smoothing out her matching pink visor.
"we kinda look like a girl band." she laughed out as they walked in sync.
"a pickleball girl band." her friend sang.
"exactly."
the three of them checked in at the front desk before making their way toward the courts.
"wait." she frowned. "we only have three. is that.. like, okay?" she blinked.
"yeah! but we can see if someone will join just to even us out" her friend chirped.
the three girls looked around the busy courts. there were couples, families, groups of friends. but then they spotted man on the court beside them. he caught a ball one handed before casually serving it back.
he had big broad and brooding shoulders, grey athletic shorts that revealed his prosthetic and and a faded navy t-shirt that clung to him in all the dangerously right places.
she looked away almost immediately.
"oh my god, he's cute," one of her friends whispered.
the other was already waving.
"hey! excuse me!"
her eyes widened.
"w— what are you doing?" she panicked, thinking that they’d bother him for even asking. they’d never played the game before and he looked.. experienced.
the man turned around, paddle tucked under one muscled and tan arm.
"yeah?"
“my friends and i only have three people. would you wanna play with us?" her friend said, resting her hand on her hip as she looked up at him.
she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. she mentally cursed as she kicked at her tennis shoe expecting him to politely decline.
“he’s gonna say no.” she said under her breath.
her friend ignored her completely.
"it's just for fun! we haven’t played before and you look like you know what your doing.” she told him honestly.
"i can do that." the beautiful stranger said happily.
he walked over, flashing an easy smile.
“i’m jack."
the girls all introduced themselves one by one and when it finally came to her, she smiled politely and shook his outstretched hand.
"hi."
jack waited, his brow cocked. a curious smile plastered across his lips as he peered down at her.
she said her name as she shielded her eyes with her paddle from the sun as she looked up at him, craning her neck.
"nice to meet you." he smiled.
she nodded once. “you too.” she let out as her ponytail swayed behind her.
and that was that.
her two friends glanced at one another, giving each other the knowing look. smiles itched into their features as they watched her and jack interact.
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it became painfully obvious she had never played pickleball before. for some reason she wasn’t as good as her friends were as first timers, but she took it in stride.
she completely missed the ball, she swung too early or swung too late and when they first started, she accidentally hit the ball straight into the fence.
she told herself it was mainly because her friends pushed her onto his side of the court. how could they did this to her? she’d never know.
"oh my gosh," she groaned, covering her face. "i’m so sorry."
jack couldn't help but smiling.
"hey, you’re good.”
"no, i’m literally the reason we're losing."
"we're losing because apparently we’re playing against your two shark friends."
"yeah,” she chuckled. “they’re kinda competitive."
one of them yelled from across the net, waving her paddle violently, “aye! i heard that!”
jack let out a deep laugh making her smile without meaning to.
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when she finally managed to return on of the serves the ball barely floated over the net. it really wasn't impressive but it landed and her eyes went wide as she felt how smooth the ball flew.
"ha!! i did it!” she yelled, jumping up and down.
she caught him looking at her with a smirk causing her to immediately clap both hands over her mouth, embarrassed she'd gotten so excited.
"nah, be excited. you absolutely did." he tutted.
she looked down, trying to hide her smile. "it was kind of a lucky shot."
"a point's a point." he pressed.
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after another game, everyone agreed to take a water beak and she wandered over to the benches, unscrewing her water bottle.
"you don't have to keep apologizing." jack suddenly said, taking a swing from his water bottle.
she looked up as she watched him sit beside her, his legs subconsciously spreading out making her throat go dry. he was so big.
"...i know."
"yeah?” he chucked, “you've been apologized to me.. what,” he pretended to count on his fingers.
"like seven times?"
"it was at least seven." he blushed.
"i just—“ she shrugged, "obviously i'm not very good."
"you've never played before." he bumped his shoulder into hers.
"i— i know."
"so why are you expecting yourself to be good?" he wanted to know.
"i guess i never thought about it like that." she blinked.
he smiled, "well you smiled every time you hit the ball."
"even when it went out?"
"especially when it went out." he laughed making her join him.
he leaned back on the bench.
"I liked watching you smile." he said suddenly making her heart do a tiny flip.
"...oh." she said, her eyes diverting to the non existent camera to see if anyone caught that.
across the court, both of her friends exchanged identical looks.
"he's flirting." she smiled, smacking her friends shoulder.
"she's oblivious." the other swooned.
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when they finished playing nearly two hours later, everyone was sweaty, sun-kissed, and laughing after the grueling last match.
she bent down to zip her tennis bag as jack huffed out around them, "well,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “i had fun."
she smiled as she stood back up.
"me too."
one of her friends cleared her throat dramatically from a few feet away.
“so..”
but neither of them looked over.
"so..." jack repeated, “if you ever need a fourth player again.."
she nodded.
"okay." she cut him off making her friends look at her in surprise. both biting the inside of their cheeks to keep from giggling at how cute they were.
"you should probably exchange numbers," one of her friends blurted out loudly so they could hear her.
she nearly dropped her water bottle as jack hummed
"i was actually gonna ask." he said.
she looked anywhere but at him.
"oh.. um— yeah.. yeah okay." she blabbed as she reached for her phone with shaky hands.
"great." he smiled as she handed him her phone.
he typed his number in before handing it back.
"there." he said lowly, rubbing his hand over his scruff as she looked down at the new contact.
Jack :)
a smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it.
"thank you."
he slung his bag over his shoulder. “i'll be waiting for my rematch." he pointed.
she tilted her head, her pretty eyes locking onto his as she spoke, "you think you'll win next time? against these two?”
"i think you'll stop apologizing next time."
she laughed, ducking her head. "no promises."
jack watched her walk away toward her friends. her pink skirt swaying with every step as it hugged her curves in every way that made him want to bite his finger to stop from groaning.
one of the girls immediately grabbed her arm, whispering something that made her hide her face in her hands.
he smiled to himself because he'd only known her for two hours but somehow the shy girl in the pink tennis skirt had already made a mark on him after a random summer afternoon.
Description: After joining your local gym, you notice a handsome man arrive in scrubs. You give your all into flirting with him, but it seems he never catches on. He finally figures out your feelings after a confession of his own.
Inspired by this post!
Warnings: clueless!Jack, fem!reader, no use of y/n, cursing, mention of smut, MDNI 18+
Word Count: 2.3k
Ever since the new year you had been trying to go to the gym regularly (regular being 4 times a week). Yeah, it can be seen as corny to have going to the gym as your New Years Resolution, but you wanted to move your body more and liked the effects you were starting to see at 5 months in.
You typically went in the mornings before work at around 7:15. You felt like it energized you for the day and cleared your mind for the day. Working an office job unfortunately kept you on your ass for a better part of the day so it felt important to come each morning.
By your 2nd month attending, you noticed the same silver haired man walk into the facility in a pair of black scrubs, slip into the locker room, and walk out on to the gym floor in a new outfit.
Typically, you didn’t notice any of the guys that walked in as you were too focused on straining through each rep or because you were too caught up in hyping yourself up with your music blaring through your headphones.
However, this man was way too attractive to not notice.
How could you not notice his sweaty peppered curls sticking to the back of his thick neck, his veiny biceps bulging with each curl of the dumbbells, and his meaty thighs at work when he did a deep squat.
It had been a while since you had dated or been with anyone and he was just your type so you thought fuck it and tried to give him signals that you were interested.
You started out with flirty fleeting glances from across the gym floor. You did this for about 2 weeks hoping that he would see this and approach you, but often he was too focused on his set to notice the attention you were giving him.
You managed to even make eye contact with him sending a flirty smile his way. Like the polite man he is, he sent one back. It was clear he was oblivious to your attraction because his smile held no weight. He simply sent a closed-lip smile before returning back to his deadlifts.
So, you adopted a new strategy.
Any time, he walked near the dumbbells you would quickly approach and reach for a weight near his letting your soft hand brush against his heavy one.
But still no flirting back. He just murmured out a quick “Oops I’m so sorry” and then quickly grabbed his weights before walking away quickly.
Is this dude on another planet or is he just not interested? Like I can’t be more obvious!, you thought to yourself in frustration.
Since the smiling, eye-fucking, and touching didn't work you thought you'd amp it up even more, and you saw your in. You approached the bench press he was near and began loading your weights. Before beginning, you sauntered your way over to him once he was in between sets.
“Hi sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if you could spot me” you questioned with false innocence, “I’m trying for a new PR and I don’t wanna drop it on me.”
“Yea absolutely” he replied.
As you both walked to the bench, you finally pried some information about him out of his soft pink lips. "Thanks for helping me out...uh sorry, I don’t know your name" you say with a nervous smile.
"Jack...my name is Jack. And it’s no problem at all!" he offers with a smile.
You give Jack your name as well as you spit and prepare yourself to lift the bar. As you begin to lift, it took everything in you not to stare at Jack’s bulge that was above your sweating face.
The current position you’re in would be more preferable if it was taking place in your bedroom rather than the gym. Especially with Jack encouraging you from up above.
“C’mon you can do it.” “You’re almost there” “Atta girl” “Finish it fr’me…yeaaaa that’s it”
Your body began to heat up and your focus began to wane as you finished your last rep.
Before you realized the bar was slowly starting to fall closer and closer to your chest. But before the bar could fall and crush you, Jack lifted it for you, “I gotcha…you’re okay”
“Oh my god! Thanks for spotting me! I thought I had it but I don’t know my form felt off. Do you mind showing me how you do it?”
Ugh your mind! Getting him to teach you? There’s no way he wouldn’t pick up what you were putting down!
“Yea sure.” Jack laid down on his back on the bench and began to explain his form, all you could hear was blah blah blah as you honed in on his pecs protruding, his veins pulsing, and his groaning and grunting.
God you needed to get laid quick.
Even with letting him teach you and correct your form, Jack still didn't seem to acknowledge your advances. He simply checked if you needed him for any other tips and then returned to his chest day routine.
This routine went on for months of you asking him to spot you, correct your form, or model the best way to get the best results.
Eventually you both had become accustomed to stopping to chat with each other during your workouts, building a small friendship.
“Hey Jack, how was your shift today?" you asked with a smile.
"Oh the same as usual. Except we did have a frat bro try to jump off his balcony to prove he should be chosen to pledge. His "fraternity brothers" didn't want to foot the bill and just left him."
"That’s cruel! Well, he's lucky that he got you for a doctor. I mean you’re always so helpful and kind." you say with a shy demeanor.
"Oh thank you but. I'm sure he could care less about me. He was too busy trying to flirt with the nurses." he laughs out.
No matter how much you tried and tried it seemed like you were the only one harboring feelings.
So, you just stopped.
Well, you weren’t super dramatic and stopped talking to Jack entirely, but you stopped asking for help, you stopped the ogling, and you definitely stopped flirting. You did genuinely like Jack’s company and figured if he wasn’t interested then you shouldn’t make him uncomfortable with any unwanted advances.
Despite his lack of flirting with you, Jack had become enamored with you. He enjoyed coming to the gym to let off steam from his nights at PTMC, but mostly because he'd see you. It had become part of his gym routine to spend the better half of his hour workout chatting with you about anything and everything under the sun.
He didn't just enjoy the conversations you shared, he loved the way your face flushed during a particularly hard part of your routine and the way your eyes seemed to brighten when you finally managed to correct your form just the way he told you to.
He especially loved the way your body looked during your workouts. He could always see the curves of your hips and perky ass through your leggings. And if he was lucky and you wore and this sports bra he could see the pebbling of your nipples due to the gym’s cold AC. He kept that part quiet to himself, not letting him explore those ideas until he was somewhere more private, like at home in bed after he left the gym.
Jack had always wanted to flirt with you or ask you out but was always worried that he'd face ridicule from the other gym-goers or more importantly make you feel uneasy.
The last thing Jack needed was to seen flirting on video and be announced to the entire world via social media that he was one of those creeps who use the gym as a place to pick up women.
Old Pervert Caught Hitting on Ladies at Gym in Pittsburgh!
Jack shuddered at the idea of being seen as a man like that.
But ever since you had pulled away and started speaking to him less, he felt obligated to share his true feelings for you. He figured either he tell you and you'd both go out somewhere there was no smell of perspiration or sounds of grunting from bulky men straining to lift weights. Or he'd never hear from you again and would only make awkward glimpses towards you from across the gym floor.
The next day after Jack walked in that morning, Jack had made up his mind. He marched over to you where you were jogging on the treadmill.
He called your name softly, repeating it as you were captivated in keeping your pace.
You paused your music and turned off the treadmill to turn your body and face towards Jack.
"Hey Jack," you say out of breath, “What’s going on? You got another crazy story from your shift?" you smile toothily.
"Ah...not today " he smiled towards the floor "I-uh actually wanted to ask you something."
You tilted your head in confusion before uttering, "Oh o-okay go ahead. What's your question?"
Your heart began to pound at the what was yet to come. You racked your mind at the idea of what he would say. Even though you stopped flirting with him, it still could be a possibility that he would complain. Or maybe he would tell you that he was going to come at a different time, you knew that his friend had gone on sabbatical and that he'd be helping the day shift more. Your brain hoped and prayed for the latter. Even if that meant seeing him less.You knew if he complained you'd have to switch gyms and you'd come to love the proximity of the gym to your job.
The sound of Jack's husky voice brought you out of your thoughts.
"Well I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime. I know we haven't been talking as much as we used to but I've had a crush on you for a long time." Jack caught a glimpse of the deadpan look upon your face before trying to diffuse the situation by quickly explaining, "I promise I don't mean to be a creep! If you’re not interested you can say no and I won't bother you no more."
"Jack…are you for real right now," His eyes widen and his breath becomes shaky as his worst fear is coming true. "I've been flirting with you for months now."
Jack stood still and blinked at you in confusion. "When?" he asks with a twitch of his brow.
God, how could a man so smart be so clueless?, you thought to yourself.
"Every day for like the past 3 months"
"I thought you just wanted help with your routine?"
"No," you laughed out in astonishment. " I just wanted to have a reason to talk and look at you without seeming like creep."
"So then why'd you stop talking to me?"
"Well…I thought you weren't interested since you never made a move. I figured I'd let you be." you say with your gaze now at your feet.
Jack calls your name softly to bring your eyes to his, "I was always interested. I didn't want to come off weird or creepy to you."
Jack then gives his knowing smug smile, "Is that why I'd see you looking at me from across the building?”
You blushed and tried to hide your face in your hands. Jack reached with his and pulled your hands away as he ducked to find your eyes. "Stop hiding from me,” Jack grinned. “So...are you gonna let me make up for being an idiot these past few months and let me take you to dinner?"
You nodded shyly as you bit your lip.
"Yea? Okay well why don't we finish our workouts and we exchange numbers so we can talk and find a day that works for us. I don't wanna make you late for work." Jack said with a coy smile.
"That sounds good to me" you agree with a nod.
As both of you return to your workout, you don't hesitate to let your eyes drift to the freckled man. In fact, sometimes when you looked up, you'd find his hazel eyes peering right back into yours. You both would blush before giving a shy wave. It felt nice to know that your feelings for Jack was mutual even if it took three months for him to catch on.
After finishing your workout, freshening up, and changing into your work clothes, you scanned the gym to find Jack. When you spotted him, you walked over with a paper with your number written on it in tow folded neatly inside the center of your palm.
Jack lifted his one of his headphones and turned in your direction as you neared.
"I'm leaving for work now, but I wanted to make sure I gave this to you," you passed the paper delicately to Jack. Almost as if you approached to strongly it would somehow disrupt your reality. You couldn't believe after months of effort you finally managed to unearth his feelings towards you.
“I wanted to make sure I got this to you before I left. Y’know just in case you thought I wasn't interested." you teased with a wink.
Jack huffed out a laugh as you turned and walked off.
He couldn't believe that within this time of not wanting to look like a creep he instead looked like a big idiot to the woman he liked. He wishes he could have smacked himself upside the head for not noticing all the little signs that look like billboards as he replays moments inside his head.
Even though Jack did look like an idiot, he was glad he was able to bring back the sparkle in your eye and your sweet laugh while you both talked. Even if it was at his expense.
a/n: i had so much fun writing this! thank you to @drhobby for the inspo and asking me to write this! i hope it lives up to your wishes 🥹🫶🏽! pls let me know if you like it!! if you have an idea you’d like me to write send me an ask or you can inbox me! 😽
sammy bryant, who takes his gf to a pool party and gets lots of jeers along the lines of "do you know what to do with all that?" from his coworkers as she lays out in a lounge chair in a cute little bikini.
yes anon. YES! such a lovely idea i hope i brought it to life properly <3
thinking about how sammy bryant and everyone else thinks you’re way out of his league.
it started with the obvious, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on. sammy was all nervous and tongue tied around you from the moment you came into the department as an important witness for one of his cases. it took about three months of coming around for questioning and also just stopping by to ‘stay updated’ before you had to be embarrassingly direct. “sammy? are you ever gonna ask me out or should i stop with the muffin and coffee visits?” he had been absolutely baffled that you wanted to date him.
and so was everyone else at the station. you started coming around more often, no longer a witness but as his girlfriend. you charmed everyone instantly with your sweet personality, bubbly conversations, and of course… you’re hot at shit. all the detectives can’t keep their eyes off you when you prance into the department in a tiny skirt and lunch that you made for sammy.
and they especially can’t look away right now. in the backyard of one of the detectives houses as you sit in the cutest little bikini with bows on it. you’re stretched out on one of the lounge chairs giggling and getting to know to the other girlfriends and wives of sammy’s coworkers. sammy is at the grill with all the other guys, uncomfortably flipping burgers while they all jeer at him.
they start off strong with their taunts. “you payin’ her sammy?” and “how much prison time did ya threaten her with if she didn’t date you?”. sammy is beet red at this point. he’s about to snap and pull up the sex tape the two of you made last night where you were sobbing from how good he made you feel, when the new rookie chimes in. “yeah bryant. do you even know what to do with all that?”
“of course i do!” his angry yell rings out through the backyard. everyone turns their head at the noise. sammy looks around sheepishly at the wide eyes he gets. he finds yours that are filled with concern “everything okay sammy?”. he nods once, then turns back to the grill as the other detectives double over in laughter.
little do they know, on the other side of the pool you’re telling the other women that sammy bryant knows exactly what to do with ‘all that’.
"you've seriously gotten a noise complaint!?" one of the wives asks you. you giggle through your response, probs too tipsy and oversharing. "we've gotten so many i stopped keeping track! what can i say? he always makes me scream." all jaws drop to the floor, mascara'd eyes blowing wide at your words. "really?" a blonde asks you in disbelief. you scoff and shrug casually as if what you're about to say is the bare minimum. “big time. it’s because he makes sure i come at least twice before he even tries to have sex. never settles ladies." all female eyes curiously trail across the yard to your boyfriend with a newfound respect for the man that apparently keeps you more than satisfied.
you're feeling wayyy too comfortable at this point, so you're a little glad when you hear sammy's voice cut through your next admission. "oh and! he does this thing with his tongue that makes me literally black out right when he-" "baby?" your head snaps to your boyfriend who is now only a few feet away. he has a plate of food put together for you of everything you like without you even having to ask. all the women clock it, then glare at their partners who are already eating at the outdoor table. sammy looks very flushed as he hands it to you, most definitely from hearing your words.
actually, all of the detectives hear your words. but not from you. nope, sammys coworkers got an earful about your amazing sex life later that night at home from their spouses. the next day at the station, they all stare at sammy as if they've never seen him before.
sammy's instantly flustered and heavily confused at the almost astonished looks he's receiving. it isn't until the same rookie who had questioned his abilities the previous night comes up to him and says, "hey man... if you're ever um- givin' out any tips for... y'know- i would uh, appreciate it." that he understands that everyone now knows exactly how he gets a girl like you to date him.
hi!! your protector fic is so good, i really enjoyed it! though did you mean deran instead of dean? i didn't know if you hadn't noticed the typo or if dean is an oc or not but either way it's such a great story <333
yay im glad you liked my fic! thank you for your support 😚
lol yes i definitely meant deran! i tried to proofread and of course i still missed a typo
Description: Andrew finds out why you’ve been dreading work so much for the past month and decides he’s gonna handle it his way.
Warnings: sexual assault/harrasment, harassment in the workplace, violence, stalking (if you squint), some angst, slight possessive behavior, cursing, fem!reader, smut, breeding kink (very light), light fluff, pre-established relationship, no use of y/n, MDNI 18+
WC: 3.1k
Andrew had been sleeping (more like staying overnight) at your house for a few months now. During that time you had started your new job as a bank teller (Andrew had made sure to tell Craig and Deran that your place was off-limits to pull a job) it wasn't your favorite but you mildly enjoyed how mindless it was. You also had some decent coworkers, some you actually didn't mind talking to during your lunch breaks. The only person you couldn't find a positive about was Steven.
Steven happened to be your 38 year old coworker who genuinely believed he was God himself. His arrogance about his brains and his beauty practically overcrowded the entire office space. From the ill-timed comments about how if you're in debt you must be an idiot in front of a customer to the times he gave unnecessary and false advice on how to use the banking system SEVERAL times. Truthfully, he mostly made your life harder.
You thought Steven couldn't be more of a nuisance until he found some part of you likable. He now took advantage of any moment to talk to you, usually in an annoying falsely sweet voice. "Hey honey, you think you can help me process this check?”
Thankfully, he mostly kept his hands to himself aside from the occasional slide of his fingertips on your waist.
You had told Andrew about Steven and how he had tried to flirt with you, which infuriated Andrew more than you've seen before.
"He knows you have a boyfriend and he's still trying that shit?" Andrew says gritting his teeth. It took a whole three days to talk Andrew down from storming into your job and tearing his ugly little head off.
You didn't mention the touching knowing he'd either pass out from an aneurysm or strangle Steven in his cubicle, instead you opted to handle it yourself.
You quietly shuffled into Steven’s cubicle announcing yourself with an awkward clearing of your throat, "Steven, I wanted to talk with you. I know that you are just trying to be nice, but I wanted to ask if you could stop with the flirting, pet names, and touching. Both my boyfriend and I are uncomf- "
"I'll stop you right there sweetie. I'm not interested in someone like you so both you and your boyfriend can relax." he says with a scoff.
As if you have been experiencing an alternate reality where he peeked down your blouse when he stood above you and made flirty sickeningly sweet comments that made your skin crawl.
"I'd rather not talk about this again so you can go back to your desk now" he pushes out with a dismissive grunt.
For a moment you just stand in disbelief, at least until Steven spins to give you a cold look over his shoulder. Then you make the awkward uncomfortable trek back to your desk.
Since then your time at work had become unbearable, Steven making it well known to both you and coworkers of his disdain for you.
While perched at your desk, you could hear him not so quietly whisper, "if I'm being honest I don't know why she was hired. Half the time she has no idea what she's doing. The other half she tumbles s around like an idiot. God I wish Chris would just fire her." It didn't take a genius to figure out he was referring to you.
Andrew had noticed how miserable you were each time you woke up in the morning and remembered you had work or someone mentioned your job. At first, he assumed it was the typical irritation that most had towards working. He tried his best to encourage you, but wasn't quite sure how since he'd never worked a normal job a day in his life.
"Um...at least you don't work with an idiot like Craig. " He offered with an unsure look.
"Hey!" Craig said with confusion to which you gave a snort and a "thanks Andy".
One day he'd finally prodded the reason out of you very reluctantly, "Steven has been giving me shit and talking about me to the other coworkers. It started a few months ago after I told him to stop flirting with me." you lifted your eyes from your feet up to meet his eyes grimace at your words.
You tried to fill in his silence with more of an explanation, "Look, it sounds worse than it really is. I just don't want him saying anything to my friends and then my boss having to get involved."
You knew Andrew was ready to kill, which was exactly why you hadn't told him earlier.
"How long." he says with a grunt.
"The flirting started like a month in. Then the touching and pet names started soon after." you say quietly.
Andrew's eyes snap towards yours, “What do you mean touching? This motherfucker's been touching you?"
You sigh softly, not in annoyance but in defeat of containing his anger, "Yes, I wanted to handle it by myself." You approach Andrew gently like you would approach a wounded fawn. "I need this job. I still have to pay my rent, utilities, and my student loans. Chris is too buddy-buddy with him to fire him. I can handle the shit-talking until he gets bored of it."
The entire time you spoke Andrew's thoughts and expressions were unwavering, he stood with clenched teeth, an incredulous stare and a look of determination.
"You are not going back there. I have enough money for the both of us."
You knew this was true, but struggled with the idea of taking his money. However, with his commanding tone, you knew you didn't have a choice. "Give me Chris' number I’ll call him and tell him you're quitting while you shower" he adds.
You offer him your phone before turning to walk to your bathroom. Before you make it inside the threshold you turn around to him again, “Thank you for handling this all so well," you weren't oblivious to the reputation all of the Codys but especially Andrew. "I know you’re upset and probably have a million thoughts running through your brain, but we don't have to worry about it anymore and can let it go." you said this more for him to hopefully discourage him from hunting down Steven and strangling him.
Andrew gave a stiff nod and let you retreat into the bathroom. While you started the water, Andrew quickly made the call to Chris, "She's never coming back. Start firing the perv who works there before more people quit."
With you still in the shower Andrew knew he had time to find Steven's number.
He was smart enough to not hunt him down today or even this week. He didn't want the police to suspect you and most importantly he didn't want you to be upset that he didn't let it go after all.
Months later after getting all the information he could from J, Andrew began to spend a portion of his down time watching every move Steven made.
"Hey, I'm heading out. Craig has some job lined up and set up a meeting." he says. He walks over to where you were sat on the couch entranced in the newest show you were binging. He leaned down towards you to slide his fingers in your hair, tilt your head up to face him and give you a couple of soft sweet kisses on your lips.
"Okay hon, just don't be out too late! Wanna spend some time with you before bed." you say with a flirtatious smile and a wiggle of your brow.
The tips of Andrew's ears blush as he replies sheepishly, "I'll try my best to get home at a good time bunny." Pleased with his response, you pull Andrew back down towards yourself to press a deep heavy kiss on his pink lips.
"Now go before I keep you here all for myself" you groan.
Andrew pulls away with a content smile and makes way out the door to his black truck. As he started his car and quietly peeled off, he did in fact make his way to the Cody house, but not for a meeting like he had previously told you.
No, he went to pick up Dean, Craig, and J to finally implement the plan he had for months. He had never moved on from the day you told him everything Steven had said or did.
"He would back me into the corner of the break room and try to grab at my waist and kiss me Andy. I kept telling him no and stop but he wouldn't" you sniffled quietly with your head in your hands. You were inconsolable that day in fear Andrew would blame you and leave you.
That entire day, Andrew dreamed and plotted what he would do to Steven.
His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly turning his knuckles white.
When he picked up the guys, he gave them a run down of his plan. Wait out for him to leave the bar a drunken mess, J would ask him if he needs a ride home and lure him to his car where the others would be waiting, and beat the shit out of him.
When Steven stumbled out of the bar, he stopped briefly to throw up on the side of the flashy building. Andrew grimaced at the sight of him, sickened by how this man touched his sweet girl.
J played his part well, acting as a concerned and helpful bystander, easily leading him back to the truck. Craig, Deran, and Andrew lied in wait behind a wall near the truck, waiting for the right moment to spring into action.
Once Steven was close enough,the guys sprung out and began their assault. Andrew moved quickly to the right side threw a heavy right hook to Steven's face knock him off balance. Craig had shifted to the left of him and began throwing several powerful body shots. Deran stood behind him placing him in a chokehold to silence any noise and to keep him from running off.
Steven instantly began begging and pleading for the guys to stop but received no reprieve. Eventually when Deran loosened the tight hold Steven fell with a heavy thud and started speaking with a hoarse voice, “Why are you doing this? You can take my money, my car, everything! Just please stop!"
Andrew chuckled in fury and disbelief, "Stop!? You want me to stop!? Did you stop touching her when she told you to stop?" he delivered another blow to Steven's face causing a sharp crack to ring out and his nose beginning dripping blood.
"Wh-who are you talking about?!"
"What you do this to other women too?!" Andrew kicked him hard in his ribs. "you were touching my girl. You were flirting with my girl you were talking shit to your coworkers, making my girl miserable. You're lucky I don't kill you" Andrew spits out venomously.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry"
Andrew doesn't hear the half-hearted apology, he orders Deran to pick him up and continue the assault. He begins striking Steven repetitively with blows to wherever Andrew can reach. Andrew completely loses control and is throwing punches on autopilot - something he hasn't felt since his old fighting days. He only comes to when Craig has to pull him off of Steven.
"Pope, c'mon man you're gonna kill'em!"
Andrew pulls his body out of Craig's grip before giving one last blow to Steven's face and whispering to him," you better never even look in her direction again, do you hear me?!"
Andrew walked back to the car with Craig, Deran, and J following behind.
After dropping off the guys. Andrew sat with his head on the steering wheel thinking of you. His precious girl who always saw the best in others, who always gave people a second chance, who struggled sticking up for herself. He shed a few angry tears that he wasn't there to stop this from ever happening.
He vowed that moving forward he'd protect you more fiercely and nothing would ever harm you.
When Andrew got home he quietly slipped in the house in case you were asleep in bed. Before going to lay down, he snuck into the bathroom and cleaned his hands and applied bandages to his split knuckles.
As he walked in the room, he found you peacefully sleeping under the pale moon shining in from the window. Your figure was curled under your comforter holding on to Andrew's pillow like you would hold onto him. All he could think was
God, I love you so much. How can you be this fuckin' cute sweetness?
When he crouched down to get into bed he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder and pried his pillow out of your arms. The movement caused you to stir and slowly open your eyes partially.
"Andy?" you ask quietly.
"Yea it's me bunny."
"I thought you weren't gonna stay out super late?" you question with a pout.
I just wanna kiss that pout right off your lips sweetness.
"I'm sorry baby, can I make it up to you?" he asks sincerely.
You give a slow nod.
Andrew slides down your body pressing slow languid kisses at any sight of bare skin. He turns you over onto your back before mouthing wet licks to your panty covered pussy. He groans at the taste of you, "Fuck bunny, you taste so good." before diving in to press more kisses and licks to your clothed mound.
He gently pulls your panties down from your hips then begins to make out with your wet opening. Andrew uses one hand to grab and squeeze at your thick thigh and the other to rub at your sensitive clit.
"Ffffuck Andy...it feels so good" you moan while you reach down to play with his auburn curls.
Andrew picks his head up and stops his licking momentarily to say, "Yea you like that don’t you sweetness? You want my fingers now?" you nod your head as you fail to speak. He returns to your clit giving short kitten licks before sucking your clit into his mouth. He slowly thrust two fingers into your pussy before picking up speed.
Quickly you begin to feel that knowing pressure build in your tummy, "Andy...don’t stop...m'gonna cum" You start to lift your hips to ride his face.
"Cum for me baby. Come on be my good girl and cum" Andrew says before continuing to pound his fingers and sucking your clit.
"Mmmmm fuck Andy, oh my god" you shout as you reach your orgasm.
As you come down from your high, Andrew climbs back up your body pressing kisses to your waist. He slowly pulls up your oversized shirt revealing your bare breasts.
"Is this all for me bunny?" he asks with a sultry smirk. You nod shyly. He leans in and begins licking and sucking at your right nipple while kneading at your left breast.
"You gonna let me fuck you now?" he says while humping your core.
"Yes Andy" you breathe out shakily.
He unbuttons his jeans, pulls down his boxers. His thick red tip slaps the bottom of his firm stomach. He grabs and strokes his dick a few times before tapping it on your entrance.
He glides into your pussy, groaning at the feeling of how tight you felt. As he bottomed out, you gasped and grabbed at his arm because of how full you felt.
Once you both had adjusted to him being deep in you, Andrew began begin thrusting in and out of you at a medium pace. He grabs your legs to rest on his hips bringing him deeper in you and a whole new level of pleasure.
He leans down putting his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in completely.
Andrew typically isn't much of a talker during sex. He mostly gave groans and moans to show his pleasure. Tonight, it was like he flipped a switch. He kept rambling different praises and questions to you as he fucked you.
"bunny you feel so fuckin' good" "mmm I love you and this pussy so much" "gonna fuck a baby in your pretty pussy...yea you wanna make me a daddy baby?'' “no one else can make you feel this way can they sweetness?”
Andrew kept getting deeper and deeper inching closer and closer to your cervix. "Andy... I'm gonna cum again...keep going baby please" you whine.
Hearing you getting closer spurs Andrew to fuck you harder, the sounds that fill the room is your whining, Andrew's babbling, and the wet slaps of his hips slamming into yours.
You grip onto your bedsheets as the white hot feeling of pleasure crashes over your lower half. A guttural scream rips through your body as your pussy squirts onto your thighs Andrew's tummy.
Andrew continues pounding into you chasing his own high still babbling away, "yes...yes... oh fuck bunny you're gripping me so good," he moans out "I'm gonna cum... y’gonna let me cum in you pussy and make you a mommy…huh baby?"
You nod and pull him closer, "yes Andy make me a mommy... please. Want you to cum in me" you run your fingers through his hair pulling a moan from his lips.
He leans in close and presses his face into the crook of your neck. His thrust begin to stutter, when you before he presses his thick dick deep inside you, warmth from his release fills you up. His hips slow to a stop but Andrew keeps his cock inside. You hear sniffling and wet drops on your skin, so you turn to see Andrew crying.
"What's wrong Andy? Did it feel too good?" you ask in a soothing tone.
"No...I mean yes. You just felt so good and I just love you so much sweetness,” he presses a few kisses to your neck and says. “You’re such a good girl fr'me".
"Oh baby. I love you too, I’ll always be your good girl. Let's go to bed baby." you moan as he slides his soft cock out of your pussy then he snuggles into your chest.
You knew you'd regret not cleaning your self up right away , but you knew your Andy was extremely sensitive and needed you right now. So you happily let him sleep peacefully promising yourself to clean up in the morning. For now you just wanted to rest with your gentle giant of a boyfriend.
a/n: it's been a while since i posted (sorry 🥺) i was struggling to find a prompt for Andy. this is my first time writing smut so please be nice 🫣 if there is ever a prompt you have in mind for ANY character feel free to inbox me or you can use my ask :) hopefully you liked it as much as i did!! let me know if you did!
when he kisses your puffy pussy so sweetly and says a little breathlessly “my poor baby” as if he wasn’t the one absolutely pounding you into the next week
You guys are home-birds. You love each others company and most days off are spent around the house just cooking, relaxing and watching stupid tv (and being fucked stupid).
But when you do venture out, he loves nothing more than to watch people stare at you. You’re young, beautiful and turn more heads than you know. So he loves to have his hands on you just so everyone knows who you go home with.
You’ll be in line for coffee and his hand is planted firmly on your waist, he fingers looping underneath the fabric just to be able to touch your bare skin. You giggle at the tickling sensation before he pulls you into a gentle kiss.
Or when you’re eating at a restaurant, he always asks for a booth. He doesn’t want you across from him, he wants to next to him, or ideally on him. His arm wraps around your shoulder, usually pulling your legs over his thighs just so he can trail his fingers on your inner thighs. That way, everyone can see who you’re going home with.
He loves to watch you with his friends, he see’s the way the hospital and SWAT guys look at you. When you’re at a bar with them, wearing low cut tops or short skirts. He knows no one will ever try anything. But god, he loves to watch them stare. The way Robby’s eyes flick between your face and you’re chest when you’re talking. Or the way Garcia watches you walk away, not even making an attempt to avert her gaze. He pulls you into his lap, hands rubbing all over your skin, comforting, as he whispers into your ear “you enjoying all the attention baby? See they can look, but that can’t touch can they?”
So after all that, when your in the front seat of his truck, he can’t even wait to get home. Just watching these people stare and be jealous has him hard on the drive home. So he can’t wait. He pulls to the side of the road, or finds a secluded stop under a bridge, fuck, even the corner of a parking lot will do. Because the seconds he’s stopped he’s dragging you over to his seat, hips bucking into you. His fingers tangled into your hair as you breathlessly kiss him. He fucks you right there, a man desperate to be inside his girl. Because who gives a fuck if someone sees, fuck, he hopes someone will see.
Because it’s him thumbing circles around your pulsing clit. And it’s him fucking you so deep the tears are pricking at your eyes. And it’s him feeling your tight fucking walls clench around him as you squeal and cum all over his cock. It’s him, filling your pussy with ropes of cum as he growls into you ear “fuck- thaats it baby - such a good fuckin girl for daddy- aren’t ya?”.
Description: Jack has been single since his wife's passing. Jack tries online dating but doesn't have much luck, until he finds your profile. The only problem is that he doesn't see your message until too late. He just hopes you see his response so he can ease his loneliness.
Fluff; Jack being down bad for reader; No use of y/n; Jack x younger!reader; Some medical talk, no mention of medical jargon; Small mention of grief
Word Count: 2.5k
During hour five of their twelve hour shift Shen approached Jack with his newest fool proof plan. "Jack come on, come to the bar with me on Friday, I'll be the best wingman! I'll get you all the baddies!", Shen had pleaded as he practically chased Jack down the hallway.
Jack was preoccupied on checking the chart of Mrs. Willis in room 8, who had a nasty fall in her driveway. Jack didn't look up as he replied to him in a bored tone, "I've told you about a hundred times Shen, I'm not interested in any of the ‘baddies’ at Paddy's”, Jack then turned towards Shen and added in a quieter voice, "plus I don't know man... I'm just not ready yet".
Jack had been interested in getting back on the market, but was just anxious to do so. He's not oblivious to his wrinkles forming on his face, dead wife, or the quarter of his leg that was missing. All of these things adding up to be a whole lot of baggage that he was sure no woman wanted.
"Look, at least sign yourself up for a dating app. It's low stakes! You only talk to the girls you're into"
"I'll think about it "Jack grumbled faux annoyance.
Shen cheered silently then turned to Jack and said excitedly, “Ooh, please let me help you set up your profile, pleeeaase!". Some of the nurses at the station turned to hear the conversation between the two male attendings.
"I'm walking away now" Jack said in embarrassment.
The duration of the rest of Jack's shift was mildly tame, except of course for the man who decided that he wanted to add a little bit of experimentation to his sex life by sticking different household items up his butt one item being a can of Pam cooking spray. 33 year old Brian Hill swore on everything that he ever loved that is was a complete accident but failed to explain how a can of that size can "accidentally" make its way into ones rectum.
He also had the pair of 4 year old twins Dylan and Derek, whose version of tag included both boys being blindfolded and chasing each other at full speed. Dylan ended up running into the living room wall causing a sharp crack in his button nose. Derek had received a more mild injury by falling down the steps but only spraining his ankle.
When Jack finally got to his not so charming bachelor pad, jack quickly chowed his pesto pasta he meal prepped last Tuesday. The meal only tasted mildly expired since it was now Tuesday morning. As he ate, Jack replayed the conversation he had during his shift. He thought intensely about how lonely he had felt since Amy's passing, but couldn't rationalize meeting someone new. No one could ever replace Amy as she was the love of Jack's life.
But he also knew that if Amy could see how much Jack had isolated himself since her passing, she would be deeply displeased. She would send him her typical sharp knowing look to let him know she disapproved.
Jack begrudgingly opened his phone downloaded the first dating app he found. After he carelessly filled out the information about him, he knew what he needed to complete next, the part he wasn't looking forward to-pictures of himself.
Jack really didn't have many current pictures to choose from. Most of the pictures he had were goofy off guard pictures from when he would hangout with Robby or Shen. He did manage to find a decent picture of when he got his new glasses and he stared broodingly into the camera, one Shen took when they went golfing together, and another when he looked decently dapper for a medical gala that Gloria made him attend rather than Robby.
Jack intentionally avoided any pictures where his leg was in view and didn't mention it in his profile.Jack shorted to himself thinking about how he was supposed to bring it up. "I'm trying to get a leg up in the dating game.”
After finally completing his profile, Jack had scrolled through a few profiles but not finding anyone particularly breathtaking but managed to swipe right on some seemingly interesting ladies. Jack had enough of messing around, so he decided to wind down to get some semblance of rest before his shift later that night.
When he woke up that afternoon, he checked his matches. Most of the women who did message Jack first either had a lame excuse of a pick up line or was only interested in a short term thing. Despite wanting to give up feeling utterly hopeless, he chose to look a few more profiles. Not many profiles stuck out to him-until he saw yours.
Your profile was filled with your bright smile, bubbly personality. A social media manager for a company located in Pittsburgh. "Not bad”, Jack thinks to himself.
The only setback was your age-25 years old.
Jack wasn't lost on the fact that he was 25 years your senior and the amount of baggage he has would swear you off from dating entirely, but Jack was feeling reckless and swiped right.
There was no bright pop-up screen celebrating a match between him and the woman. He took this as a sign to give up on the app for the day and get ready for the day.
Jack's day was mind numbingly awful. Tons of people made their way into the ED and only a few didn't. The whole team worked so hard that night, but still managed to lose a few patients. One being a 5-year old who wanted a sweet treat before bed. Logan snuck into the fridge and ate a few grapes, and started to choke. He tried to get his families attention, but struggled since everyone was asleep. It had been 30 minutes before he was brought in. Logan's pulse was thready and no matter how much effort Jack and the team gave. Nothing was bringing him back.
The last thing that Jack wanted to do was checking his phone to see now many non-exsistant matches he had. Instead Jack to a few bites of a granda bar and a few sips of the stale coffee he picked up on his way home then took a quick shower to wash away today's troubles. After his shower, Jack used his crutches to hobble his way to his bed to at least rest for some time before going in to work a SWAT shift later that afternoon.
Three days had passed and Jack finally had a day off for himself; in fact he had 2 days off. Practically mandated by Robby and Lena when they found out Jack was using the times in between shifts to work SWAT rather than sleep.
Jack had started the morning with a refreshing yoga session ad scheduled a therapy session with Jonnae, his therapist. Now with nothing to do Jack thought to himself, "fuck it " and checked to see it he was able to get lucky and find a date.
When Jack opened the app, he saw that he in fact did have a few messages. One of them being from the beautiful social media manager that he apparently matched with a few days ago.
Hi Jack!
I know that texting isn't my favorite way to connect, especially with a handsome man like yourself but I have a day off on Friday and I wanted to see if we could meet up and connect :)
She replied later after seeing no response.
Sorry this was stupid. Just ignore my message!
Jack looked at his calendar, it was now Saturday. "Fuck" thought Jack, he knew he missed his shot. Of course the only woman he found some desire for had messaged him when he wasn't aware! Why didn't he see her message earlier?!
What Jack didn't notice is when he was setting up his profile without care, he had clicked no to receiving notifications.
Jack quickly typed out an apologetic message in hopes that he could possibly get on her good side.
Hey! I'm sorry for messaging you back so delayed. Would it be wrong to be blame it on my age? I know your offer is slightly expired but I would love to take you out.
That's only if you can forgive me?
Hours passed without hearing a response from you so Jack figured his luck was low. To ease his ego, Jack decided to take Shen's advice from a few days back; he would head down to Paddy’s bar mostly for a drink but also to keep an eye out for any so-called "baddies".
As Jack walked into Paddy’s, Jack tried to find a lonely seat at the bar so he could nurse his beer in peace, or as much peace he could get at 8 pm on a Saturday night.
After sitting minutes and finishing his drink, Jack was feeling like tonight was a total bust. Granted he didn't exactly do a great job of approaching women or making himself approachable, but apparently approachable enough for the owner of a sweet voice who called out to him, "Jack?". He paused and slightly turned to see who this woman was.
When he turned he found you-the 25-year old social media manager who he had the misfortune of unintentionally ignoring.
"Oh my god, hey. What're you doing here?" Jack said in shock and disbelief.
"Oh, nothing just grabbing a drink with a few girlfriends after" you shared, "I'm shocked to see you out though, I thought you'd be too busy like how you were too busy to text me back"you said with a smirk on your face.
"About that... I-I know how it looks"
"It's alright, I get it. You’re just wanting something casual, which not to be rude but you’re getting a little old for that no" you asked teasingly.
Jack cocked his head at your bluntness, "Ouch, that hurts sweetheart! Bringing up my old age ,that's low of you. And actually missy, I did message you. Granted it was late but it has to count for something". Jack was surprised at the amount of confidence you had at this age. Already Jack knew that he liked you, you kept him on his toes and called him out on his bullshit. He liked when a woman could hold her own and he knew for certain that you could.
You giggled softly, "Hmm... I guess I could give you a pass" Jack gave you a pleased smile, "but where's the fun in that" you say with a taunting smile. You lean in real close to Jack's ear as you whisper in a sultry sweet voice, "I want you to work for it Jackie". You give Jack a soft kiss on the cheek before walking away outside towards your group of friends who werewatching the entire time through the bar windows.
As you walked off, Jack had no qualms at looking over your womanly figure. God, he must be what Shen called "down bad" because in this moment all he wanted to do was crawl back to you and beg for you to give him a chance. He didn't care about the pain he would feel from his stump, in fact, he'd bare that pain to see you smile.
Jack thought over what he planned to do so he could work for your affection. Maybe a museum date? Or a date at the new restaurant that opened upon the east side. As Jack tried to decide what your first date would be, Jack sent you a text on the app.
Consider this me working for it. I'd like to take you out tomorrow, completely my treat of course.
Here's my number, call or text me if you think I've earned it ;) (412)378-xxxx
Jack closed his tab and began his journey back home. He figured if by chance you did want to see him again he better get some rest. So, Jack came home and trudged his way upstairs. Jack started his nightly routine of unfastening his prosthesis. He used his crutches to make his way to his shower chair. During his much needed shower, Jack spent the time thinking of you.
Did you text him? Did he ruin his chance with you? Would you like the restaurant he chose? All of those questions fluttered through his mind. God what was he, 12-years old? He needed to get a grip. Jack quickly rinsed off all of the shampoo and soap suds before exiting the shower.
Jack slowly made his way to his closet, drying Off with his towel then began to dress himself. Suddenly, he heard the buzzing of his phone ringing.
As quickly as he could without falling over, Jack made his way to his phone on his bedside table.
"Hello" said Jack slightly out of breath.
He heard that sweet soft giggle he had heard earlier at Paddy’s. He couldn't help but smile when he heard your voice. “Why are you out of breath" you questioned with curiosity.
"Well I didn't want to ruin my chances with you by not answering right away. I'm assuming that since you called you're interested in my offer"
"I figured why should I turn down a date from a handsome gentleman like yourself. Plus, I don't know. You managed to charm me at Paddy’s". Jack could practically hear the coy smile you wore through the phone.
"Would tomorrow work for you? I know it's soon but it's my only day off for a couple days"Jack hoped and hoped that you would say yes. He didn't want to be overly cocky, but he had a good feeling about this. About you. He hadn't felt this way since when he met Amy.
He knew it was early on but based on the tightening in his chest while waiting for your response and the amount of time he spent thinking about you in today alone, it meant that there must be something within you both that was worth exploring.
"I'd love it if we could go out" you say timidly, "I'll send you my address".
Jack smiled fondly at now different you sound. At the bar you were confident and in charge. But now he could see your soft and introverted side. "Okay doll, I'll pick you up at 6. I was thinking that we could go to Eliza's on 15th street"
"What do you think I should wear" you say with a smile.
"Anything you wear will look gorgeous, I'll see you at 6. Bye for now sweetheart". As you said goodbye, Jack couldn't help but cheer internally that he actually scored a date with you. He knew that once he told Ellis and Shen they would lose their minds that Jack actually got himself a date. By himself with someone 25-years his junior.
He might have to keep it under wraps until date number two, maybe three. Or at least until he thinks that Shen could handle it without losing his mind and blabbing to the entire night shift.
a/n: hi! i’ve been working on this for a while! sorry if there are any typos or errors. i tried to proofread but i’ve been working on it so long that my brain has gone numb. let me know if you like it and want more! i’d be willing to write a part 2!
Pittsburgh heat was stifling. The air hung heavy and thick, making even the simplest task like breathing feel like a chore. The heat felt even worse when your boyfriend, Jack, refused to turn the AC on at night. He insisted that "the heat was all in your head" and "the nights cooled off significantly." He was, unfortunately, right part of the time, the heat wasn't unbearable when you were in bed alone which was most nights.
Tonight was not one of those nights.
Tonight, Jack was glued to your back, thick arms wrapped around your waist with a leg thrown over your own. You usually loved having Jack home, you loved going to sleep with him instead of missing him as you slid beneath crisp sheets on your own, but god, not tonight. You were miserable, slick with sweat and wishing it would magically become twenty degrees cooler.
You'd been awake for hours, trying to wiggle away from Jack since the second you woke up practically drowning in your own sweat. Each escape attempt was unsuccessful and harder than the last. Each wriggle made Jack tighten his hold, let out a sleepy sigh, and nuzzle closer to you.
You groaned, kicking your legs off the edge of the bed in frustration. You inhaled deeply and threw yourself forward with all your anger-fueled strength. You sat up, a triumphant and shocked laugh escaping you. A feeling of triumph that was too soon quelled when that same heavy hold wrapped itself around your waist and dragged you back down to hell.
"Stop squirming," Jack rasped, his hot breath fanning the back of your neck.
You whined, kicking your legs petulantly, "let go of me."
"Wanna cuddle with you, sweetness," he replied, dragging the tip of his nose up and down the slope of your neck, "we never get to do this."
"Then let's cuddle with the AC on! I'm swimming in my own sweat, you're a human furnace, and I'm suffering. You're making me suffer!" You exclaim while helplessly trying to wriggle away from Jack's embrace.
Jack chuckles, rolling onto his back with a loud yawn, "you're cranky when you're hot."
"Jack! We're living in hell! My rich, hot doctor boyfriend likes to reminisce on his days before central cooling was invented and it's torturous!" You wail dramatically, "what is the point of having these luxuries if we don't even use them!?"
He continues to chuckle, dragging a tired hand down his face, "are you this dramatic when I'm not here?"
You sit up with your eyes ablaze with anger, "I sleep just fine when you're at work. Wanna know why? There's not a huge, hot man laying next to me and wrapping me in sweltering heat! I'm done with this!"
You stand from the bed and angrily begin to slam the windows shut around the room before stomping out to close the rest windows around the house. It doesn't take to long for Jack to hear the familiar sound of the AC kicking on which only makes him smile.
Your glare hasn't softened, in fact, it sharpens as you make your way back to your shared bedroom and lay down with a huff, "I'll send you money for the energy bill since my misery is so entertaining to you."
Jack settles on his half of the bed, missing the feeling of you in his arms, but he knows better than to push you to your limits right now. He fluffs his pillow and turns onto his side to face you, "don't you dare send me money for any bills. I cover household expenses and you know that."
You exhale sharply, closing your eyes and willing the cold air to cool you off even faster. After some time, you feel yourself begin to drift off, feeling fresh and sleepy.
You're just minutes away from a deep sleep when you reach for Jack's hand, tugging softly. He hums sleepily, roused from his sleep at your touch. You curl onto your side and blink slowly at him, "why aren't you cuddling me?"
Jack sighs, tugging you into his chest. His heart skips a beat at the content hum you let out before you both succumb to sleep. He thinks you can be a total pain in the ass, but god, he loves you.
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The belt unbuckling, his belly, the totally unnecessary zooming in of the belt, the moving of the dog, the gentle firm needy kiss into the bed and the dog happily staring completely unaware
Description: Sammy makes an absolute fool of himself presenting for your 2nd grade class. After getting to talk with you one-on-one he realizes he's not the only fool in the room.
Pure fluff! Fem!reader Shy!reader Shy! sammy Mention of Tammy. Occasional cursing.
WC: 1.6K
The humidity of the Los Angeles air immediately hit your skin as you stepped outside. Today was supposed to be the hottest day of the week at a high of 87°F. Your flowy pink dress helped keep you from not completely melting under the sweltering sun.
On your drive, you blasted not only the AC but your music as well. While you enjoyed being a teacher, it could also be draining. Your loud banging music on your way to school got you fired up to teach the future of Los Angeles. As you neared your school, you passed a cop car which reminded you of the speakers coming in to your room this afternoon. You sighed silently hoping that your rambunctious students would show their good side for the officers.
As you passed through each subject you finally got to the officers scheduled time. You prepared your students for their arrival and reminded them to be on their best behavior.
Finally, the officers walked into your class. The officers who walked in carrying items for the presentation were Officers Bryant and Sherman as written on their shiny gold badge. You immediately noticed Officer Bryant's curly auburn hair sticking the back of his neck and the slight sheen of sweat building on his thick muscular biceps.
"Would it be inappropriate to lick the sweat off of his freckled muscles?" you thought to yourself.
Was it wrong to thirst after an officer presenting for your 2nd grade class? Maybe. Did you care? Not one fucking bit. How could you when he looks this good, especially in his uniform.
You quickly shook off the flirtatious thoughts that entered your brain. “Hi, I’m Ms. L/n. I'm so happy to have you both presenting for my class" you said while you stuck out your hand for both to shake. Officer Sherman gave a quick shake and a charming smile, "Hi, I’m Officer Sherman and this is Officer Bryant." You slightly turned to face the other officer as he gave a polite smile and firm handshake lasting longer than the handshake with Officer Sherman.
You blushed lightly at the touch but tried to hide it by nervously stating, “Um... y-you guys can set up right here" you gesture towards the front of the room, "and when you're ready just let us know!" you scamper off to hide the embarrassment of your obvious attraction of the auburn haired man.
As you walked away, Ben turned to Sammy with a teasing smile, " looks like someone's got a crush on Mr. Sammy boy." Sammy's cheeks twinged pink, “Knock it off Sherman, I know all you think of is flirting and picking up girls, but that doesn't mean the rest of us are thinking that way too" he said sheepishly. Sammy started to unload the items for the presentation with Sherman's lack of help.
"Hey man, I'm just saying it might be good for you check her out maybe go out on a date. I know you've been stressed with Tammy riding your ass all the time about Nate. Who knows maybe you'll get to be teacher's pet" Sherman teases with a wink. As Sammy is shaking his head at Sherman's dirty minded thoughts, Sherman notices you taking quick glances at a particular officer from across the classroom.
"Listen man, not all of us are worried about banging badge bunnies all the time like you" Sammy says in a low tone. Sammy looks around to make sure you're not near before adding, “Plus she isn't into me dude. All she did was say hi, stop reading into shit".
Sammy walked off to let you know that they were ready to begin presenting. Sherman stayed back as he watched him walk away. Sherman was astounded that Sammy could be that stupid to not notice that you were definitely into him.
As the men presented they seemed to flow through with ease. Or at least Sherman did, it was clear that Officer Bryant wasn't in his element but he proceeded until the end. it wasn't until the questions part of their presentation when Sammy really started to flounder.
"You in the pink shirt, what's your question sweetie?" Sammy asks.
"Have you ever shot someone?" your especially crazy student asks with a devilish smile.
"Um... Yeah I've shot lots of peo-“
"Okay! I think Officer Bryant meant to say that we try to protect people like you from bad guys. Remember kids stay away from strangers! "Sherman quickly interrupts.
You sat at the front of the room trying to hold in your laugh at how ill-equipped Sammy was at answering your students questions. Despite his slightly inappropriate answer, you felt charmed by the hazel eyed officer.
"Okay everyone, why don't we thank the officers for coming in today" as you gestured to the men standing to your left. "And you can go ahead and starting chairs back and get ready for science" you say to your students.
As the students begin to walk away, you turn towards the men, “Thank you again for coming in today. I know next time I might have to do a better job of screening questions' you giggle lightly. Sherman smirks as he turns to look at Sammy. Sammy shakes his head and drags his hands on his face in disbelief that he almost told an 8-year old that he shoots lots of people.
"Yea I'm sorry about that Ms. L/n. That is definitely not one of my finer moments" he admits.
"It's okay, I actually thought it was quite cute how bad you did up there. Maybe I'll have to teach you some presenting skills. And you can call me y/n" you say sheepishly.
Sherman smiles at your advances to his partner and quickly tells Sammy, "Hey, I'm gonna take the stuff back to the car. When you’re finished meet me there".
Sammy turns back to face you after Sherman walks away. "Is that so?" he asks with of dirty tease.
"Yea, I'm mean only if you’re interested" you say nervously. Sammy looks at you in amusement. "I'm sorry Officer Bryant. Clearly I read this wrong. I thought you were cute and decided to shoot my shot but clearly I was totally wrong" you continued to ramble on.
Sammy continued to watch you anxiously over explain your motives as he took in more of your features. Your soft lips blabbing, your soft skin, and your deliciously curvy body being accentuated by your pink dress. Sammy knew he'd regret it if he let you slip through his fingertips.
"Hey" Sammy said with a smirk, "Are you gonna keep talking or are you gonna let me get your number?”
Your mouth instantly closes with shock before slowly opening to stutter out, " oh... um... yeah...let me go write it down and give it to you" you hurriedly race to your desk as Sammy lets out a quiet chuckle at your adorably nervous nature.
As you return, you shyly pass the pink sticky note to him. As he grabs it, his thumb brushes against yours to which you blush and give a shy side smile.
Before he turns to leave, he says quietly for only you to hear, "By the way you can call me Sammy, doll”. He then walks out of your room and back to the patrol car with pride in his chest for not completely screwing the day.
Did Sammy get tons of shit from Ben on their patrol that day? You bet. Did he care? No, because either way he got the pretty teacher’s number. And he already planned on giving that shy girl a text when he got off shift.
After a grueling shift, Ben and Sammy walked out to their cars ready to head home. The heat of the day wore both of them both thin. Apparently not thin enough for Ben because before Sammy could open his door, Ben shouted across the lot, "you're welcome by the way!"
Sammy stopped in his tracks and turned around with a quizzical look, “And what exactly should I be thanking you for Ben?" Sammy asks.
"For pushing you to get that teacher's number. You gonna invite her out tonight? I better get a play by play tomorrow."
Sammy turns around with an amused smile on his face, " You didn't push me to get shit Ben. Goodnight man, I'll see you in the morning"
Before peeling off, Sammy reached into his pocket to grab the now slightly crumpled sticky note and sent her a quick text.
Hey this is Sammy!
You were laying on your couch at home when you got his text. You were pleased that he actually texted you and didn't play the nonchalant act like most guys do by waiting a few days before reaching out.
Hi Sammy!
Sorry again for rambling like an idiot earlier :(
He snickered to himself at how flustered you were earlier and sent his next text.
I thought you were quite cute with how bad you were rambling
I know it's kinda late but would you wanna get some ice cream tonight?
Hmm...
As long as you promise to not make fun of me if I make a fool of myself again
Pinky swear sweetheart
It took everything in you to not scream in delight and kiss him through the phone. Instead, you played it cool (not really) and hearted his message before responding.
You better stop it
I'm already blushing and we've barely talked
But here's my address handsome... I'll see you soon xoxo
Your last and final message to Sammy before quickly getting yourself dolled up was your address.
Sammy felt his chest tighten as he thought of the sweet girl he knew they both would look a fool at some point tonight. For some reason though he didn't mind looking silly when the girl in front of him was the same.
Sammy then started his car to make the 13 minute drive to your house. As each minute passed he kept picturing her shy bright smile and kept wondering to himself what he could say or do to hear your airy giggle grace his ears again.
a/n: hi! I hope you like this! I actually had a lot of fun writing this one! I tried to proofread this one but there may still be some errors or typos. Let me know if you like it! Thanks lovelies!!
