It's a Date. || Jack Abbot
Summary: You desperately needed a date to your friends wedding. After begging Dr. Jack Abbot to go with you, he finally gives in and agrees. It was supposed to be a simple night. But when stolen glances and slow dancing feel all too real. You kiss him... now youvhave to face the feelings you were trying to hide. Smut below, MDNI.
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Female!NurseReader Word count: 5.1k Warnings: Smut, Age gap. A little angsty.
The look you gave Jack was borderline criminal: wide eyes, bottom lip out, hands clasped at your chest.
“Please, Jack,” you said, drawing his name out shamelessly. “You know I would not be begging like this if it wasn’t important.” You watched him look around the ER. You could tell he was trying to focus on anything other than you. It was slower than usual, which meant he had nowhere to escape to.
“Y/N–”
“I’ll get on my knees right here,” you threatened quietly. “In front of everyone… Please, Jack.” You gave him your best puppy eyes and stepped closer. Jack pinched his nose and looked away, jaw tight—your eyes were working on him.
“You’ve asked me five times already.” He says his voice is steady.
“And this is the sixth. My lucky number!” You said sweetly.
“Why,” he said carefully, “is it so important that I go?” You hadn’t expected him to ask you that. You faltered for half a second. You didn’t know what to say to not scare him away. Truth was, before your shift, you were in the break room talking to one of your coworkers about your friend's wedding, and that you were looking for a date when Jack walked into the break room. Which gave you the idea to ask your close friend, Jack.
He looked down at you again and ran a hand through his hair. He was waiting for your response, but instead he let out a deep sigh. “Fine.” He said, giving in. Your mouth hung slightly open, and you looked at him with surprise.
“Fine,” he repeated, more firmly. “I’ll go.”
A huge grin broke across your face. He watched as you actually bounced once on your heels.
“Yes! Thank you, thank you–”
“I agreed so you’d stop harassing me at work,” he said dryly, though you could see his smirk.
“Nope, you just couldn’t bear to see me sad if you said no.” You teased, leaning back closer. His mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes playfully.
“Get back to work, L/N.” His voice is strict.
“Yes, Dr.Abbot,” you said, snapping into a mock professionalism before spinning away. He watched you until he couldn't see you. He knew then, and there he was in trouble.
After your shift ended, you took the bus home. On the ride, a message lit up your phone.
Jack-‘What’s the dress code?’
You smiled softly at the messages and quickly replied.
You-‘Formal. Guessing you haven’t been asked out on a date in years, huh, Abbot?’
You watched as the three dots appeared, then disappeared.
Jack-‘Very funny. Usually, people accept my first decline. 5 attempts, L/N? Desperate?’
You bit your lip, holding back a smile.
You-‘Yes ;)’
That was the last message that was sent.
When you woke up that afternoon, you made coffee strong enough to shock your system back to life and sent Jack the invitation. By the time night shift rolled around, the entire ER somehow knew he was going to accompany you to the wedding courtesy of a coworker who swore she “Wasn’t gossiping,” just sharing. Of course, you and Jack immediately shut it down. Told everyone it was platonic. You both repeated it so often to your coworkers that it was starting to sound rehearsed. Still, it was impossible not to feel everyone's stares whenever you stood too close to Jack.
When the wedding day finally came, you told yourself you weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary. That you would’ve taken an everything shower for any other guy. You would’ve shaved, exfoliated, deep-conditioned, and moisturized every inch of your body. You totally would’ve gotten your nails done even if you worked at a place where you’re constantly wearing gloves. And you definitely would spend two hours perfecting your hair and makeup. It had nothing to do with the fact that your date would be Jack Abbot. You hadn’t even slipped into your dress yet when your phone buzzed with a text letting you know he was parked outside your apartment building. You couldn’t help but feel nervous, you pushed it down when you sent him the entry code and told him the door was unlocked, then you sat back down at your vanity, spraying some perfume along your neck and wrists. He’s been to your place before when you’ve had people over. A few seconds later, you heard the soft click of your front door opening and closing. Followed by the steady sound of his footsteps moving down the hall and towards your room.
“I’m in here!” you called out, slipping one earring in as you heard his footsteps get closer, then the door finally opened. You were too focused to look up.
“You really shouldn’t keep your door unlocked,” Jack said casually, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He took in the sight of you getting ready. You were still in an oversized t-shirt and soft cotton shorts, bare legs crossed at the knee as you put in the final earring.
“I know, I just forget–” you turn your head to finally look at him, and you instantly forget how to speak.
He was wearing a black suit. The jacket fit him perfectly. The white button-down underneath stretched slightly across his chest with his arms folded like that, in a way that made your imagination wander about wanting him to rip it off. Your eyes trailed lower before you could stop them. His tailored pants, polished black shoes, and the way he just stood there so effortlessly put together. He looked really fucking good. You felt heat creep up your neck and flood your cheeks. You looked away, pretending to reorganize some makeup on your vanity.
“I’ll make sure to keep it locked,” was all you could manage to say. Then realized what you were wearing and stood up. “Now get out, I have to change!” you snapped, pointing at the hallway. He didn’t move.
“You’re telling me that’s not what you’re wearing?” he asked, looking up and down in an exaggerated way. “I thought we matched perfectly.”
You rolled your eyes, pushing at his arm until he stepped back. “Go wait in the living room.” He let himself be steered out, still smirking softly as you shut the door. You pressed your back against it and exhaled the first real breath you’d taken since he walked in looking like that. You moved to your closet and pulled out the dress. A black A-line spaghetti strap dress, simple but elegant, with heels, was perfectly long. You slipped it on, adjusting the straps before stepping in front of the mirror.
For a second, you just stared.
You looked beautiful. Everything looked the way you wanted it to. A small, confident smile curved your lips. You turned and grabbed your purse, then headed out of your bedroom, heels clicking softly against the floor.
Jack was sitting on the couch, one hand lazily petting your cat, who had made herself very comfortable beside him. When he looked up and saw you, his hand stilled. His eyes met yours and stayed there.
You couldn’t quite read the expression on his face. It wasn’t his usual playful one. It was something a lot softer, slower. Like he was taking his time.
You smiled softly. “Is she trying to steal my date?” you asked, stepping closer.
Jack glanced down at your cat, thumb brushing over her ears one last time. “She doesn’t need to try.”
You scoffed softly, but you felt butterflies in your stomach. He stood, adjusting his jacket, and for a second, it was just the two of you, standing close enough to feel the shift in the air.
The walk to his car was quiet. Once you got inside, the silence followed, and it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It just felt...intimate. Different. Like something had changed that neither of you was ready to address.
The wedding venue was thirty minutes away. The radio played soft music through the speaker, background noise to the thoughts running through your head.
You told yourself not to stare. You failed each time. You kept sneaking glances at him when he wasn't looking, or at least that's what you thought. But the way his hand flexed on the steering wheel. The clean line of his jaw. The way his suit fits him.
Who the fuck looks that good just to attend a wedding as a “platonic” date?
You really needed to stop staring.
“You listen to the radio?” you asked suddenly, mostly to clear your head. To focus on something else besides the way his sleeve pulled tight around his forearm as he drove.
He kept one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting casually on the center console. “No,” he said simply, then he popped open the center console.
Inside were stacks of CDs. Your eyes widened immediately. “Oh my gosh! You have CD’s in your car?” The excitement in your voice was impossible to hide as you grabbed the one sitting on top, flipping it over to read the track list.
He glanced away from the road for half a second to look at you. He smiled softly, watching your eyes brighten.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No! It’s not!” You rushed out. “It’s cute!” You froze. Cute? You cleared your throat quickly. “I mean..you know, not everyone still has CDs in their car. People just use streaming platforms.” You picked up another one to distract yourself.
“You have so many...” you murmured, genuinely impressed. A lot of them were classics. Some older bands you recognized from your parents.
“You can put one in,” he said, pressing the eject button. A disc slid out smoothly. You took it carefully, and he handed you the case without looking, trusting you to handle it. You put it in the case and closed it.
You shuffled through the small collection before pulling out The Beatles CD.
“Of course,” you muttered under your breath with a small smile. You inserted it, and a moment later, the first track began to play through the speakers.
Jack adjusted the volume, and this time, when you glanced at him, he glanced back at you.
By the time you and Jack arrived, the reception was already in full swing. The ballroom buzzed with conversation and people dancing. Jack stayed close behind you as you made your rounds, greeting old classmates and friends you hadn’t seen in ages. He was quiet but attentive, offering polite nods and firm handshakes whenever you introduced him, which he seemed to enjoy.
You had just sat down when a high-pitched gasp cut through the crowd.
“Oh, goodness, I haven’t seen you in ages!”
Becca appeared out of the crowd, already glowing from happiness and a few glasses of champagne. You barely stood up when she wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace. When she pulled back, her smile was wide and her cheeks flushed from alcohol.
“And you brought a date!” she yelled, turning her attention to Jack, who immediately extended his hand. Becca accepted the handshake dramatically.
“Yeah–Becca, this is Jack. Jack, this is Becca. We were sorority sisters,” you explained.
“Jack! I’m so glad you could make it! Thank you for taking Y/N out! She was so quiet in college! Always had her head in a book–” Becca rambled, words tumbling.
“She hasn’t really changed much,” Jack said with light tease. “Congratulations on the wedding,” he said more sincerely.
Becca's eyes brighten remembering a memory. “Oh my gosh, I have to tell you about the time Y/N–”
Your eyes widen in pure panic.
Luckily, her husband swooped in at the right time. Apologizing with an easy smile as he gently guided her away.
You exhaled.
“I can see why you’re her friend,” Jack said softly. You both sat back down, and you picked up your champagne glass, taking a sip.
“She’s always been super sweet. I’m really happy for her.”
“So..what was she going to tell me?” Jack asked, trying to hide a smile.
You set the glass down and cleared your throat. “Nothing.” You smiled innocently.
“It can’t be that bad,” he held your gaze. “Please,” his voice calm, so soft, it did something to you.
You looked away first, sighing because it was working on you. “It was just a stupid thing I did in college,” you admitted quietly. You met his gaze again, and his expression made it clear he expected more.
Before he could ask for more information, you stood up and held your hand out toward him. “Would you like to dance?” you asked.
Part of you hoped it would make him drop the subject. Another part of you really, really hoped he’d say yes. He didn’t hesitate. He took your outstretched hand and stood with you, fingers warm and steady around yours.
When you both made it to the dance floor, a slow song drifted through the room. He placed his hand carefully at your waist respectfully. Yours rested on his shoulder. Your other hands stayed linked between you. Your heart was pounding so hard you were convinced he could feel it. You focused on the rhythm of the music and the slow sway of your bodies. On anything other than how close he was. But it was hard to ignore the way he was looking down at you, like he hadn’t forgotten the story your friend was about to tell him. Like he wanted to learn all of you.
When the song ended, neither of you moved. Your eyes never left him. The noise of the room faded into something distant and dull. His hazel green eyes held yours in a way that felt steady and intense all at once, like he was certain of something.
You were the first to look away, clearing your throat as another slow song began. Neither of you stepped off the floor. Your bodies found the rhythm naturally. Swaying closer this time.
You met his gaze again, this time with a small, teasing smile. “I know I haven’t said this yet, but you look really nice. Who knew Dr. Abbot could clean up well?”
He smirked faintly at that, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“You look beautiful, Y/N.” His tone wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t playful. It was certain.
The truth in his eyes made your chest tighten. Heat rushed to your face, but you didn’t look away this time. Your heart was pounding so hard. Your thoughts blurred together. The music. The lights. The warmth of his body is so close to yours. And the way he was looking down at you like this wasn’t platonic. None of this was platonic. Before you could overthink it, before you could stop yourself.
You kissed him.
It wasn’t planned, or perfect, or cinematic. It was impulsive, honest, and years of feelings you pushed down were pushing back up.
And he kissed you back.
When you both pulled away to breathe, something shifted. Something that had been sitting between you for weeks, months, years, finally burned through the surface.
Then reality hit.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, panic creeping in. You stepped back, pulling out of his hold before you could see his expression. You turned and walked off the dance floor, weaving through the guest excusing yourself until you found a quiet, empty hallway away from the music and away from him.
Of course, he followed; you knew he would. You turned around before he could say your name, and there he was, standing a few feet away, jaw tight, eyes locked on you.
“I’m so sorry–I–I couldn’t control myself–” The words mixed together, "You couldn’t look at him anymore. Your breath becomes uneven. “Shouldn’t have–”
“Y/N!” his voice was calm, trying to ground you.
You shook your head quickly. “Don’t. Please don’t.” You didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to hear rejection come out of his voice.
“Listen to me, Y/N.” His tone was firmer now. But you weren’t listening. You were too focused on your thoughts. He stepped forward and gently took hold of your shoulders, stilling you. The contact made you look up at him. He was close again. Too close for both of you to pretend this was nothing. There was something in his expression now that you could see clearly; it was frustration, but not the rejection kind. It was want. He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but whatever he planned to say seemed to disappear the more he looked at you. The way you looked in your dress, the way your eyes looked up at him, the way you were bracing yourself for him to push you away.
So instead, he kissed you.
This time it wasn’t soft. I wasn't hesitant. It was hungry. Starving for the one thing he tried keeping away. His hands moved from your shoulders to cradle your face, fingers warm against your skin. He stepped forward, and your body knew to move back. You followed his steps until your spine met the wall behind you.
Your hands fisted into the fabric of his jacket as your lips moved with his, matching the urgency. At that moment, you knew for sure there was nothing unsure about this, nothing accidental. This wasn’t a mistake. It was everything.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Foreheads nearly touching, and your hands still gripping his white buttoned shirt, you were surely wrinkling.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered.
There was no confusion about what that meant. The tension between you wasn’t stubble anymore; it was alive, pulsing.
“Okay,” you answered, still trying to steady your breathing. Your lips felt swollen, sensitive. He laced his fingers through yours and didn’t let go.
Walking out of the venue felt surreal. You were hyperaware of everything. The cool night air against your skin, the distant sound of the music, and the solid warmth of his hand wrapped tightly around yours. This was real. And he wanted this…he wanted you.
In his car, he kept his hand connected with yours, resting over the center console. His thumb traced slow circles against your skin, almost like a promise, while he drove to his apartment–which was closer than yours, quicker. Neither of you said much.
The second the door to his apartment shut behind you, your mouths were on each other again. This kiss was deeper. Hungrier, with weeks of restraint.
He broke the kiss, pulling away, just long enough to shrug off his jacket, tossing it somewhere careless without looking. You watched his every movement in awe, the way his shoulders shifted under the white shirt, the controlled impatience when he reached for you again.
He lifted you up without warning, one steady arm behind your back and the other under your knees. You let out a soft gasp as you wrapped your arms around his neck, as he carried you down the hallway.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, voice low and rough in a way you’ve never heard before. He nudged his bedroom door open with his foot and lay you gently on the bed. He leaned over you immediately, capturing your lips again. One hand braced beside your head while the other slid down, his fingers tracing along your thigh before spreading your legs just enough to step between them. His kisses trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then slowly down the curve of your neck. You gasped as he sucked the sensitive part of your skin, your hands tangling in his hair without thinking. He pulled back again, and you held a frustrated whine. He looked at you... Really looked at you. He watched the way your chest was rising and falling, your dress slightly rumpled, your lips parted, and the want in your eyes mirrored back at him.
“Can I–” he started, voice barely a whisper, grounding himself before he crossed another line.
“Yes, anything,” you breathed, nodding impatiently, cutting him off because the anticipation was driving you insane.
He shifted, lower, kneeling at the edge of the bed, his hands moved to your ankles, fingers brushing your skin gently as he slipped your heels off one at a time, setting them carefully on the floor. You hear him taking off his shoes. You felt his knees dip into the bed. You took a deep breath as you felt his hands back onto your legs. You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling that sent shivers down your spine. He started pressing soft kisses in the inner of your thighs, your back arched off the bed. One of his hands rubbed over your panties, feeling how wet you were for him already.
“So fucking wet already,” he murmurs, voice low and soft. Your legs trembled at his words and the way his hand felt touching you. You were fighting the urge to buck your hips against his hand. Jack watches you hold back. He licks his lips and bunches your dress to your waist. He dips his head, then starts pressing wet kisses on the waistband of your panties. A whimper escapes your lips.
“Fuck–please, Jack.” Jack stops kissing you and raises his head to look up at you. The soft, urgent plea made his hard cock twitch.
“Please, Jack..” You beg softly.
He hooks his fingers in your panties and pulls them down immediately, his eyes glued onto your dripping pussy ready to be tasted. He kisses your inner thighs once more, then his head drops as he finally tastes you, his tongue licking a line up your pussy. He lets out a groan at how sweet you tasted.
A moan escaped your lips as his tongue flicked over your clit. You couldn’t control yourself anymore, your hips buckled into his face, his hands held your thighs to stop you so he could eat you like he hadn't had food in weeks.
“J-Jack..feels–mm–so good–” Your fingers tug on his hair as he sucked harder on your clit. His tongue worked sloppily against your wet pussy, lapping over your clit and sucking. Your legs began to shake, your thighs fighting to press against his head.
“J-Jack–” You squeal, your moans growing louder and louder as his mouth works perfectly on your pussy. You didn’t want to come yet–not–
“Fuck–” Jack groans as you came on his tongue. Your back was arched off the bed, your thighs pressed against his head.
“I–” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you were trying to catch your breath. He licked your sensitive pussy until it was clean. When he lifted his head, he looked down at you, his lips swollen. He moved above you with his arms on each side of your head, and he kissed you, making you taste yourself against his lips.
Jack knew he wanted to take his time with you. Your hands moved to his chest, feeling him under the shirt. You started unbuttoning his shirt, and he pulled away, taking it off completely, tossing it next to the bed on the ground. Your eyes drift to his bare chest, you could see some scars from when he was in the military, and his pecks were so soft. You touched his chest softly. He was warm and soft.
“Can I?” he asked, making your eyes break away from his chest to look up at him. You nod your head, he carefully moves to unzip your dress, you help him tug into down, leaving you in your laced bra. Jack lets out a soft breath at the sight of you. You take off your bra, and he watches your every movement.
Your hands move to his belt, unbuckling it. His heart pounds faster as you finally get to the button of his pants, then the zipper, pushing them down. He hisses softly. He tugs the rest of the pants off and kicks them aside. You stared at his bulge through his cotton boxers. You felt your mouth water.
“You can take them off, darling.” He whispered, like he knew you needed his cock in your mouth. You hook your thumb into the waistband of his boxers, and he helps you again, leaving them in the pile of clothes on the floor. Your breath catches as he straightens his body, fully bare. You stare in awe. He was fully bare with his eyes trailing all over his body to his head to his legs. You took in the sight of his prosthetic leg, a reminder that a strong man like Jack wanted you. Your attention went back to his aching cock.
“Jesus, Jack,” you whisper, staring at his cock, thick and heavy. You didn’t know how you were going to take him all. You sat up.
“Can I make you feel good?” You asked so innocently, so pure. Jack helped you switch positions so he was under you. You move down between his thighs. You grab his cock with one hand. Jack had his elbows propped on the bed so he could watch you. You leaned down and licked the tip of his pink-tipped cock. He curses under his breath, closing his eyes. You continue licking off the precum, which only makes you want to taste him more. You sucked the tip and felt him buck his hips; his hand grabbed your hair to help you. You then finally took him in your mouth. Your hand moved to the rest of his cock, which you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
“You feel so good–” he breathes, the sound low and guttural. You set a rhythm, bobbing your head as your hand strokes the rest of him. His moans grow louder, and his hips buck in you. You flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock, knowing he is close. You suck harder, challenging yourself to take more of him in. “Pretty–m’mouth.”
Jack groans, loud and rough, as he comes, his hips bucking fully. His fist, which was holding your hair, turned white from how hard he was clenching it. You feel his warm cum fill your mouth, his cock twitching. You swallowed every ounce of him, then eased off him. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Jack watches you in awe as he sits up fully, pulling you into his lap. Your mouth meets each other again. He moves you so that you’re lying on the bed again.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Positive.”
He nods his head before positioning himself at your entrance. The head of his cock touches your entrance. Your hands move to his shoulders, where your nails dig into his skin. He pushes his tip slowly into you. The head of his cock stretched your walls. Jack’s cock was thick in a way that felt overwhelming with pleasure. He sinks in another inch inside of you, he groans.
“You’re doing so well,” he said softly, watching the way you were struggling to take him. He pushes himself fully into you, making you gasp for air. You felt so deliciously full.
“Fuck,” he breathes, like he couldn’t catch his breath.
You both stayed there for a moment, just taking in how good either of you felt. Your bodies are locked together. Jack's forehead touches yours. You look into each other's eyes, and you wish you could stay like this forever. You didn’t even notice when his thumb touched your cheek softly. He gives you one soft kiss on your lips before he speaks.
“I’m going to move, okay?” he says, voice so soft it makes your stomach fill with butterflies.
“Okay.” You managed to say a little breathlessly.
He started with a thrust; it was a slow, deep thrust. That's when you fully process how he filled you up completely. You catch your breath, adjusting to him.
“You feel so good, Y/N.” His gaze remains on you, locked into your expression. You looked so beautiful under him. He leans down to kiss you, your mouths move in a rhythm only either of you knew. He decided to move again, this time to a slow, steady rhythm. You moan into the kiss, feeling him everywhere.
His kisses start to become messy and needy, while his pace quickens. He moves faster and harder now. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulders, while your vision blurs with pleasure.
“You look so pretty like this,” he whispers, breaking the kiss to control his breathing. You moan louder as the coil in your belly gets tighter, your walls squeezing around him. He curses under his breath, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His body is tense, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you.
“Fuck are you–”
“Yes–”
His mouth parts slightly as he comes inside of you, releasing inside of you. The sound of him groaning brought you to your own orgasm, your pussy clenched around his sensitive cock. He whimpers softly. You both cling onto each other, catching your breath. Both of your skin is slick with a layer of sweat, and you swear you could feel his heart pounding. Too high from the orgasm to say anything. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. It was softer and slower than everything that had happened only moments before. Slower. When he pulled back, he didn’t move far. His face hovered just above yours, his eyes searching your expression like he was trying to read every thought passing through your head. And that’s when it hit you. Looking into his hazel green eyes, warm and steady, you realized how deeply you fell.
Because you could already feel it, the certainty in your chest. This was the start of something big.
“Are you free tomorrow?” he asked after a moment, his voice softer now, almost careful.
“Yes.” You nodded immediately.
His thumb brushed gently along your cheek before he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for a second longer than necessary.
“Good,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “That means I can take you out on a proper date…if you’re ready for that.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and a smile spread on your face.
“I would love that.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. You were both just lying there, looking at each other like something had shifted between you, something that had probably been building for years. Then Jack exhaled quietly and leaned back on one elbow.
“I’m really not looking forward to the paperwork we’re going to have to fill out,” he muttered.
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it, bright and genuine, soon after Jack joined.
This was my first time writing smut for Jack...heh it was fun.