˖ ✦ › mdni 𓂃 ★ thirsting over the pitt characters esp jack abbot and screaming into the void. asks are open for requests or anyone who wants to scream with me ♡
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･ ⟢ ⋮ panty stealing dbf!jack abbot
･ ⟢ ⋮ the pitt characters and squirting
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･ ⟢ ⋮ car sex with jack abbot after a long night shift
summary: in the motel room off the interstate, jack abbot shows you his home videos. or; watching porn with jack abbot. masterlist
tags/warnings: mdni!!!, age play if you squint, age gap, naked woman clothed man, porn without plot, spit as lube, spit kink, watching porn, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, use of “kiddo" and “jackie”, perv!jack abbot, can be read as dbf!jack abbot, cunnilingus/pussy eating, fingering, inexperienced reader, aftercare, foreplay, girl i don't know what else to tag
w/c: 2.4k
a/n: want to say a special thank you to sydney and cate (you know who you are) for supporting me and giving me ideas i love love you guys so so so much <3
the evening light seeped between the cracks of the blackout curtains, spilling onto the floor. the room was painted in the familiar shades of lilac and oranges; the entire space was cast in a heavenly glow.
room 707 had become your and jack's regular hideout.
neither of you two came in together; you always entered separately. jack would drive off the interstate, taking the less-travelled route to the seedy motel room, always paid in full in cash, never by credit. after he was settled in, you’d wander in after approximately 20 minutes, discarding the overnight bag somewhere between the empty minibar and the queen bed.
and jack was always there on time.
sat on the bed with a glass of something amber and cold in a plastic cup. you would always be greeted with a familiar sight – blinds closed tight over the window, the only light threatening to come in being the flickering neon light advertising the strip club across the way – a place that killed hopes before they killed dreams.
he’d pat the bed in a silent invitation, and you would climb into his arms, the world folding on itself for a few blissful nights. the room a constant witness to stolen kisses and fantasies.
but today was different.
today, you’re pinned flush to jack’s front; the solid weight of his chest pressing into your back with every breath he takes.
the room flickers with the glow of the television – static noise filling the room as a filthy loop plays in front of you. jack had brought a duffel bag full of vhs tapes – the reels marked in illegible permanent marker scrawl. last time both of you were there, he noticed the vcr hooked up to the television, which was when he brought up the idea of him showing you ‘home videos’ he watched religiously as a teenager.
and there he was, chest heaving beneath you as the sounds of moans and grunts filled the motel room. the woman on the screen sinks to her knees, baring her throat to the masked intruder in front of her. a smile twitches at the corner of jack's mouth, as he buries his face in your hair when you squirm beneath him.
“you know,” jack starts, clearing his throat slightly against your neck. “i used to touch myself to these when i was your age. whenever i felt so lonely.”
“you used to–”
“yep.” jack rasps. his hand creeps up from your shin to your inner thigh as he shifts beneath you, the denim of his pants brushing your bare ass. “you want jackie to do that to you? you want jackie to touch you, kiddo?”
you could only whine at the question in response, your head falling back to meet his shoulder, eyes transfixed on the video playing in front of you.
when you don’t relent to meet his gaze, he hooks two fingers underneath your chin, calloused knuckles skimming your jaw. “tell jackie what you want,” he murmurs. you tear your stare away at the sound of his voice, breath quickening as he slides his other hand between your thighs.
“i…” you swallow hard, the bitter taste of fear staining your tongue. you couldn’t meet his eyes. there was something unusual about saying what you wanted. as if wanting was a selfish act you couldn’t bring yourself to do.
your mouth feels dry, the sudden feeling of bile creeping up the back of your throat. heat creeping up from the column of your neck as you try to meet his stare – the stuffy motel air sucking out any defiance you had building inside of you.
“you what?” jack coaxes, hand stroking your chin – slow, reverent. his thumb swipes across your lower lip, then dips inside your mouth. “use your big girl words.”
you look up at him – eyes flushed, lips parted around his thumb; jack’s stare focused on your mouth.
“so tight for me…” he mutters, the pad of his thumb skimming the front of your teeth. jack lets out a big exhale from his mouth when you bite down slightly, feeling your tongue swirling around the ridges on his finger. “answer me.”
your eyes flicker down to his lips momentarily before going back to his face. “i …” you muffle around his thumb, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. “i want you to do that to me.”
“want what? i can’t know what you want if you don’t tell me, baby girl.”
the sound of the ipad blares between your legs – feminine cries mixing with the sound of leather hitting flesh hard and rough; the buzz of cicadas outside interweaving with the sounds of pleasure emitting from the device, drowning the room with monotonous racket.
you hesitate for a moment, eyes searching his. faintly under your breath, you respond.
“i want jackie to play with me.”
“play with what?”
you whine, head falling into the crook of his neck to hide.
“no, no look at me,” jack chuckles, tilting your face upward. “what do you want jackie to play with?”
“want you to play with my princess parts,” you whisper, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.
“attagirl,” he rumbles, letting go of your chin. he pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a wet pop before smearing the spit across your cheek.
jack cups your jaw, tilting your face slightly upward. “see? was it that hard?”
he smiles at your insistent nod, eyes crinkling at the corners as he shuffles you so that you are lying back properly against his chest.
your eyes go back to the tv, still playing the video, and the scene changes. this time, the woman is lying on the bed – mirroring the exact position you are in – playing with herself whilst the man sits in a corner, watching her.
“do you think she’s beautiful?” his chin falls to the top of your head. “kinda looks like you in a way, doesn’t she? my beautiful, pretty girl.”
jack kisses your temple, lips lingering. “she’s got your tits, you know?” his hand makes a slow descent from your abdomen. “maybe we can make a video like that someday. just you and me.”
“a video?” you gulp.
“just for jackie. you trust me, don’t you?”
groaning, his hand settle on top of your pussy, fingers ghosting your folds – a sharp gasp leaving his lips when he realises just how wet you are.
“this all for me, baby? did jackie do this to you?”
you whimper, hands reaching blindly for his as you writhe underneath his grip. his free hand shoots for your wrist, pinning it down to the mattress beside you. he tsks softly before languidly moving his finger up and down, his breath hot on your ear.
“it’s okay, kiddo,” he coos, biting the lobe of your ear. “jackie’s here.”
jack pulls out his body from under you, setting your body aside with a pat of your thigh. you whimper at the loss of contact – eyes tracking as he makes his way to the foot of the bed.
“what are you doing?” you frown, sitting up on your elbows, head straining upwards to meet him. you watch with a bated breath as he looks down on you, a small smirk forming on his lips as you stare up at him, brows furrowed in confusion.
jack ignores your sounds of protest and pushes down on your shoulder, laying you flat against the mattress, arms straining under the weight of dragging you down to the edge of the bed by your thighs.
chaste kisses are planted on your ankle, forcing a giggle out of you. jack smiles softly at the sound, lips trailing their way from the inside all the way up to your inner thigh – mouth memorising the taste of salt sweat on your skin and the smell of something strawberry mixed with a flower too far back in his mind to name.
he exhales, hot air on your warm cunt.
“is this okay, sweetheart?” he asks, his hand parting your thighs a fraction.
“jac–”
he tsks, cutting you off softly. he nudges your chin, forcing your eyes back on the woman on the screen. “you trust me, don’t you, kiddo?”
“yeah,” you whisper, words scratching your throat as you look back to the screen. “i trust you, jackie.”
on the screen, the intruder approaches the woman – the man slicing her zip-tied bound hands free. your breath hitches for a moment. a moment passes when she takes the mask off to reveal that the man who hunted her down – stalked her like prey in a sea of targets – was the man she trusted and loved.
just how jack picked you.
he feels you arch your back slightly at the revelation. he instantly pins a forearm over your lower abdomen, pinning you in place. leaning his head back slightly, he gathers saliva in his mouth before flooding your pussy with the wet slick. you jolt, hips bucking towards his face.
“you said you trusted me, didn’t you?”
you nod.
“then let me do my job, okay?” he pats your thigh with a smile, exhaling when your eyes return to the television in the corner.
you gasp as he drags the flat of his tongue from your entrance to your clit in one soft, sweep motion – hands flying to card your fingers through jack’s curls.
he groans as you tug on the grey ends, his nails digging crescent shapes into your inner thigh. “baby,” jack warns, his voice muffled in between your legs.
you hum in response, breath shaking as you bite back a moan. your eyes are squeezed shut – the porn on the television is fading into background noise.
“let me hear those moans for me,” he groans into your thigh, his tongue poking at your entrance.
“tell jackie just how much you love it. want to hear all of those beautiful sounds you make, kiddo.”
“yo–fuck–” you let out a broken moan, legs closing in on his head as he continues his relentless licks. “fuck, jackie, you are! you’re making me feel too good.”
jack forcefully separates your thighs without looking up – mouth licking lazily over your clit; hand disappearing briefly to his pants before grazing the back of your knees.
“she tastes so good, sweetheart,” he mumbles against you, planting a wet kiss on your clit.
grinding your hips unconsciously against his face, jack lets out a low moan at the desperate attempt for friction, his nails digging in deeper into the side of your thighs.
tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “‘s too much ja–”
“no, it’s not,” jack purrs against your pussy, the vibration causing your toes to curl inwards. “you’re my big girl, remember?”
“i’m your big girl,” you sniffle.
“‘m going to have to keep her all to myself,” he rasps, his tongue dragging lazily over you. “scare away all the boys for her. would you like that, baby? me having this pussy all by myself?”
you whimper and writhe weakly at his words, hands straining to card through his hair, as he moves his head deeper, his tongue relentlessly lapping your juices at your entrance. then, jack pulls back, a whine escaping your throat at the sudden loss of stimulation – the coil in your stomach that was steadily building dissipating in seconds.
you look down, a grunt escaping your lips as you shift for a better look at him. in the glow of the bedside lamp, you can make out his heaving; the light highlighting the sheen on his stubble, biting his slowing lips as his eyes rake over yours.
he runs two fingers slowly through your juices. smiling into your thigh as he feels you shudder under his touch.
“kiddo,” jack starts, his voice hoarse. “two fingers, okay, that’s it.” he kisses the inner of your thigh before clearing his throat. “you remember the safe word?”
jack smiles at your frantic nod, pressing another kiss to your thigh. “knew you’d be a good girl for me.”
he gently slips the fingers into your entrance, wet enough to accept it without any resistance. his eyes flicker over your face for any hints of discomfort.
you let out a moan as jack’s mouth latches to your clit again, his finger curling to find the sweet spot.
“right there, baby?” jack muffles against you, moaning with reckless abandon.
“yes! fuck jack-” you wail, hands scrambling to find purchase on the stained sheets beneath you. “yeah, jesus, right there.”
your legs shake, quivering violently as jack continues his rhythmic thrusts – hips grinding against his face as jack’s tongue keeps flicking over your clit. “that’s it, kiddo. cum for jackie.”
shattering, chest heaving, your hips buck against jack’s face; his fingers ruthlessly maintaining the pace as he keeps eating you straight through – forcing your body to ride every single wave of release.
leaving you on the bed, still high on adrenaline, jack taps your knee before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts; the ticking of the clock matches the beat of the sound of the blood rushing to your ears.
heavy breaths from the television pulls you out of your reverie.
without looking, your hands glide over the mattress, hands wandering blind in the dark as you try to find the remote. when they stumble onto something hard and rough, shaking fingers plunge the room into darkness and silence.
your eyes flutter shut as you hear the tap turning on. smiling into the pillow as you hear jack string a curse, the water drowning out the rest of his voice.
jack returns a few moments later, a soaked towel in his hands. your eyes open to a tender smile playing on his lips as he sits his body right next to you, lying down – the bed creaking softly under his familiar weight. he passes the towel slowly, reverently, over your sweat-slicked thighs before leaning down to press featherlight kisses to the fat of your stomach.
“go to sleep, kiddo,” he whispers in the dark. “i got you.”
you curl against his body as he strokes the length of your spine – your ear pressed to his chest, your own heartbeat matching the rhythm of his.
in room 707 of the motel that sat off the interstate, shades of blue and white scattered light throughout the room – jack's frame enveloping yours as the night pulled you both under a dreamless sleep.
robby, who dotes on his much, much younger, toxic deadbeat girlfriend. who doesn’t care if she’s only using him for money. who loves the humiliation of how she treats him throughout their relationship, along with being cucked by his own best friend, jack abbot.
thinking about roommate!dennis whitaker and the embarrassing moment of getting a toy stuck. the options are either going to the emergency room or calling in your roommate, and while you fear losing your dignity with both, you’d rather not have to explain the situation to the poor nurse on duty. though after this, you may never be able to look your roommate in the face again.
sucking dbf!jack abbot’s cock sloppy style while he’s wearing a cock ring. trailing your tongue along that vein as it pulses. slowly stroking him until his precum is pooling and he’s whimpering, begging to cum, begging for your mouth. oh what sweet sweet sounds dr abbot makes when he’s being teased relentlessly.
