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Summary: The rest of the ED find out about their sunshine nurse and gruff attending in the most surprising of ways.
AN: Another short and sweet fic. I hope you guys like it! I'm hoping to get some more out but really I just write when the inspiration hits lol. Not proofread.
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Everyone knew that you and Dr. Abbot were exceptionally close, more so than anyone else. Still, the two of you conducted yourselves in a professional manner and the residents chalked it up to doctors having their favourite/preferred nurse to work with; ie. Robby and Dana.
Whenever there was a case that Jack worked on, everyone knew that you'd be the first person he'd ask for. Whenever out with the team for a post-shift beer or rare bar night, Jack could always be found chatting with you or Robby, but with you always somewhere close behind. During short lulls in the shift, on the occasion that Jack would actually eat, he'd make his way into the staff room and plop himself down beside you, no words needed, just your company and the simple task of sharing a meal together.
So as far as relationships go, the residents and med students never even thought of pitting the two of you with one another. Regardless of how much time you spend with the doctor, your personalities were entirely different. You were the sunshine of the ED. Whenever someone was down, you were always the first person to try and comfort them, lending an ear or shoulder to cry on. When a difficult patient came in, you somehow always managed to calm them down, explaining the situation and never letting them feel blindsided by the steps and procedures needed to be done. To the rest of the staff, you were the epitome of rainbows and butterflies so they expected that if you were dating someone, they'd be just like you.
Jack on the other hand could not be more different. Just the fact that he was more senior in position and age to most of the people in the ED intimidated them already. Also, in their eyes, anyone who could spend years being Robby's best friend must already have something wrong going on with them, the SWAT shifts did not help to dissuade this assumption. Jack wasn't mean or rude, but he was definitely assertive. Jack knew how to run a trauma and didn't let anyone's mistakes get in the way of saving a patient. He could be gruff and sometimes appear cold but only because he didn't feel like oversharing about his life like the rest of the team. Jack knew what he liked and didn't like and was honest almost to a fault, the reason why some people felt scared to approach him.
Thus, all things considered, you and Jack were nowhere near the resident's radar, with only Dana and Robby knowing the truth about your relationship, that is, until the two of you stopped caring whether or not the rest of them knew.
It was one of those rare quiet times in the ED when no one needed immediate care and attention. Everyone was gathered around the nurses' station and computers. The residents were all catching on their charting while Robby and Jack sat close by reviewing patient labs and getting orders for medication ready. You of course were sat beside Jack catching up on your own work.
Trinity felt as though her head was gonna explode, closing her eyes for a brief second to try and will the ringing in her ears to go away. Dennis sat beside her and yawned for what felt like the hundredth time in ten minutes. Across from them, Victoria looked as though she was two seconds away from falling asleep while Mel's face scrunched up trying to focus on her screen. On either side of the desks, McKay was mindlessly scrolling through her chart, trying to look as if she was actually absorbing any information while Samira sat on the other end, the most put together of the bunch with her headphones in. The day seemed to drag on with no end in sight, the comfortable beeping of machines and low murmurs of patients acting as background noise.
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"
Everyone's immediate attention was ripped away from whatever they were doing in order to turn in your direction which seemed to be entirely focused on Jack.
All of the residents looked at each other with incredulous eyes, even Samira took off her earphones once seeing how everyone reacted. Though, you seemed not to care at all that the rest of the ED seemed to be watching you as you continued to stare at Jack; even Dana looked up from where she was reading a chart to let out a small huff of laughter at your antics.
When Jack didn't immediately respond, you poked him lightly on the bicep trying to get his attention.
"Jaaaack" you draw out his name, "would you still love me if I was a worm?"
Without even looking up from his work, Jack silently grabbed your hand that you were holding out before bringing it up to his mouth to plant a brief kiss onto your hand, "yes darling, of course I would."
Satisfied with his answer, you gave a giddy nod of your head before turning back to your work, keeping your hand in Jack's as though this was the most normal thing in the world.
Less than five feet away, the residents felt as though they were witnessing a medical miracle. Victoria was left with her mouth hanging open while Mel sat completely still, blinking in fast intervals as though trying to understand what just happened. Dennis kept looking back and forth between the two of you before turning over to look at Trinity, knowing that if anyone was going to speak up, it'd be her.
"So, are we just pretending that didn't happen?" Trinity asked bewildered.
"Pretending what didn't happen?" Robby said, looking up from the chart in his hand.
"That, right there" McKay gestured widely at you and Jack still holding hands.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Robby smiled, before looking back down at his work.
The residents continued to share wide eyes with each other, even going as far as to look over at Dana for explanation but the charge nurse wouldn't even glance their way, choosing to stare at the tablet in front of her, but not without them seeing the obvious smirk on her face.
While the rest of the ED tried to make sense of what the hell just went on, you and Jack shared a loving look with one another before you leaned over and planted a small kiss on his cheek, the moment only lasting so long before you heard who you were sure was Trinity exclaim "oh what the fuck, now they're just messing with us!"
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x toddler!daughter x diabetic!wife!reader
Warnings: angst, hypoglycemia, panicked toddler, ambulance ride, crying, happy ending.
Summary: A routine grocery shopping trip ends up with you and Maya in the ER. And Jack thinks he's hallucinating when he hears the familiar voice of a toddler girl crying and calls for her dad in trauma 2.
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and written solely for entertainment purposes.
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more diabetic!reader ; dad!abbot
Today had been relentless. Maya had skipped her afternoon nap, Jack had been called in early for a massive trauma shift, and you had thought a quick run to grab dinner ingredients would be manageable.
You were wrong.
"Mommy! Want the blue ones!"
Three years old Maya was standing up in the shopping cart, her small face flushed red as she reached wildly for a box of sugary cereal on a shelf way out of reach.
"Maya, baby, sit down please," you said, your voice sounding strange to your own ears. It felt thick. "We have cereal at home. Sit down before you fall."
"No! Want!" She began to kick her legs, her lower lip trembling into a full blown meltdown.
You rubbed your forehead. A cold prickle of sweat broke out along the back of your neck. You felt hot, then suddenly freezing. Your brain felt sluggish.
I need to check my phone, you thought vaguely. The sensor...
Maya let out a piercing shriek, tears bursting from her eyes as she tried to climb out of the cart entirely.
Panic spiked in your chest.
"Okay, okay, calm down, come here," you breathed, stepping forward to lift her out.
The moment you bent down and scooped Maya into your arms, the world tilted sideways.
Your knees gave out instantly. The physical exertion of lifting her hit your body, draining whatever trace of glucose was left in your bloodstream.
Oh god, you thought, terror seizing you. Not now. Not with her.
You collapsed in slow motion, sliding down the side of the metal shelf and hitting the floor, pulling Maya tightly against your chest so she wouldn't hit the ground.
Maya tumbled onto your lap, unharmed but terrified by the sudden drop. Her tiny fingers clutched your shirt as she began to sob hysterically. "Mommy? Mommy, up! Up!"
You couldn't move. Your body was betraying you at a terrifying speed. Heavy, leaden weakness pinned you to the floor. Your heart was hammering an irregular rhythm against your ribs, and a violent tremor took over your hands.
"M-Maya..." you rasped. Your tongue felt twice its normal size.
You fumbled blindly for the phone in your pocket, your hands shaking so badly you nearly dropped it twice. With blurred vision, you tapped the screen. The glucose sensor app opened, flashing a bright red warning with a single word:
LOW
No number.
Just LOW.
It meant you were under 40 mg/dL and dropping fast.
You knew you were crashing, hard.
The cold metal of the lowest shelf bit into your back, but it was the only thing keeping you upright. You were sat slumped against it, legs stretched uselessly out on the floor. The heavy weight of severe hypoglycemia was pulling you under.
But you were still conscious. Still clinging to the edges of awareness by a thread.
Maya wasn't throwing a tantrum anymore, she was scared. Her tiny world had completely shattered in the span of three seconds.
Mama was the person who fixed scraped knees, who rocked her to sleep, who always made things okay. Seeing you sitting limply on the floor, trembling, broke something inside her.
"Mama! Mommy!"
Maya was on her knees in front of you, her small hands tugging frantically at your sleeves. Her face was soaked in tears, her little body shaking with terror.
"Help! Help my mommy!" she shrieked, turning her eyes toward the strangers gathering at the end of the aisle. "She sick!"
"Sweetheart, don't pull on her, okay? It's okay," a woman knelt down beside you. "Can you hear me? Can you stand?"
"N-no..." The word fought its way past your heavy tongue. You managed a tiny shake of your head, your eyes were glassy with panic. "Can't... Low."
With hands shaking violently you could barely coordinate your fingers but you held up your phone. The screen flickered, displaying the blood sugar monitor app with the bold LOW reading.
"Oh you're diabetic!" the woman gasped, reading the screen. She looked up and yelled down the aisle to an employee, "Call an ambulance! Her blood sugar is crashing!"
"Mommy, up!" Maya sobbed, patting your arm. She was hiccuping hysterically. "Mama, please... want Daddy... help my Mommy!"
"It's okay, baby... I'm... I'm here..." you slurred, every single word costing an immense amount of energy. You squeezed her as tight as your failing muscles allowed. "Mama's... here..."
A shopper ran up, breathlessly dropping a bottle of orange juice beside you. "Here! This could work, is she conscious?"
"Yes, but barely," the woman said frantically. She twisted the cap off the juice, her hands trembling as she brought it to your lips. "I need you to take a sip, okay? Can you swallow?"
"M-yeah..." you breathed as the woman carefully tipped the juice into your mouth.
The sirens cut through the supermarket parking lot. By the time the two paramedics rushed in, the orange juice had started to trickling a tiny fraction of glucose back into you. The pitch fog was beginning to lift, though your body still felt like lead.
"Give us some room, please," the lead paramedic called out as he dropped to his knees beside you.
You were still sitting slumped against the shelf, but your eyes were clearer now, no longer completely unfocused. You held Maya tightly against your lap her sobbing had quieted into hiccups, she refused to let go of you.
"Hey there, I'm Marcus," the paramedic said gently. "Store manager said you're diabetic?"
"Yes, Type 1," you murmured, your voice raspy and weak, but coherent. "My sensor read LOW."
"Okay. We're going to check you out," the second paramedic, Sarah, said as she pulled out a glucometer and a blood pressure cuff. "You managed to get some juice down?"
"A few sips... maybe half the bottle," you whispered, resting your head against the metal shelf behind you.
Sarah prepped a finger stick test to confirm the numbers while the other paramedic wrapped the cuff around your arm. "Alright, let's see where we're at... Okay, 57. It's coming up. Blood pressure is pretty low, 90 over 60, and your heart rate is running fast."
Maya fixed her eyes on the paramedics with fresh panic. "Don't hurt my Mommy" she whimpered.
"It's okay, baby... they're helping..." you soothed weakly.
Marcus eye leveled with Maya, offering her a smile. "Hey little one, we're not going to hurt her, I promise. We're just making sure she's safe."
He looked back up at you, his tone shifting to professional concern. "Because your sugar dropped so fast, along with your pressure, we can't just leave you here. With a drop that severe, your body is depleted. You could easily rebound crash in another twenty minutes once that juice wears off."
"I... I can just go home," you tried to plead softly, feeling an anxious lump form in your throat. "I just need to..."
"I hear you, but medical protocol for a severe symptomatic hypo like this requires a full evaluation," Marcus explained firmly but kindly. "We need to get you to the hospital for a full check-up to monitor you."
That ment take you to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.
Your stomach flipped. Jack was on duty right now, probably in the middle of a chaotic shift, completely unaware that his wife had collapsed in a grocery store with their baby girl screaming beside her.
"Okay," you breathed. "Just... please don't separate me from my daughter."
"Not a chance," Sarah smiled warmly, reaching out to help lift you carefully onto the gurney while Marcus gently guided Maya.
On the back of the ambulance, you were propped up on the stretcher with an IV line taped securely to the back of your hand.
Beside you, sitting safely, Maya was still holding onto you.
"How are we feeling?" Sarah asked from across the cabin, adjusting the monitor that tapped out your steadying heart rate.
"Better," you breathed, giving her a smile. "A lot better."
"Good. Blood sugar is up to 70 now, but we'll let the hospital team get you fully stabilized." Sarah turned her attention to Maya, the toddler'a little chest was occasionally catching on a residual hiccup. "And how about you, little lady? You were pretty brave back there."
Maya blinked at the woman. "Mommy... my mommy 's okay?"
"Mama is doing great, sweetie. We just need to do a little check up," Sarah reached into a cabinet and pulled out a latex glove, blowing it up like a balloon and tying off the end. With a marker, she quickly drew a smiley face on it. "Here. A glove pal to guard Mama."
Maya stared at the puffy rubber hand. She slowly reached out her hands to take it. "Silly hand," she whispered.
"Silly hand is on duty," Sarah smiled warmly. "He's going to help us drive to the hospital."
"My Daddy work at hospital," Maya offered suddenly, hugging the glove face to her chest. "Daddy fix people."
Sarah chuckled softly, assuming it was just toddler imagination. "Is that right? Well, today the doctors are going to fix up your mommy."
Minutes later, the ambulance entered the hospital. it's was late afternoon so day shift were swapping charts with night shift staff. The paramedics pushed your stretcher through the automatic doors, Marcus holding your IV bag high while Sarah guided Maya, who was tightly clutching her blown up glove.
"Trauma 2 is open! Bring her there," Dana called out, waving the paramedics down without looking at them.
They wheeled you into Trauma 2, rapidly transferring you to the hospital bed while Sarah began her handoff to the day shift residents, waiting for an attending. "Female, mid-thirties, severe symptomatic hypoglycemia, Type 1 diabetic..."
Just across the hall, Trauma 1 was emptying out after treating a heart attack.
Jack let out a sigh, removed his surgical gloves, and threw them into the container. He rubbed his tired eyes with his palms for a moment. It had taken about half an hour to stabilize the victim, but they had managed to save his life. The shift change was in twenty minutes, and all he wanted was to clock in, and go home to Maya and you before heading back for his night shift.
That was when he heard it.
A piercing sound echoed down the ER.
"DADDY!"
Jack blinked, shaking his head slightly.
I'm hallucinating, he thought. I'm just exhausted.
"MOMMY! WANT DADDY!"
That voice was unmistakable for him. It was the distinct, desperate, pitch voice of his daughter.
Jack spun around and, directly across from him, the doors to Trauma 2 were wide open. A primary care nurse and a paramedic were standing near the foot of a gurney, while a second nurse was trying gently to comfort a hysterical toddler who was kicking her tiny sneakers against the floor.
"Maya?!" Jackâs voice cracked.
The little girl turned at the sound of his voice. Her red teared face lit up, and she instantly broke away from the nurse's gentle grip, sprinting clumsily across the floor with her arms stretched out.
"DADDY!" she sobbed, throwing her entire body against him. "Daddy! Help Mama! Mama sick!"
He lifted his head, his gaze shooting into Trauma 2. There, with an IV line running into the back of your hand, was you.
His heart hammered against his ribs as he scooped Maya up into his arms, pulling her tightly against his neck as he strode straight into Trauma 2, his eyes never leaving your face.
You looked completely exhausted, your lips still slightly pale, but your eyes locked onto his.
"Jack..." you whispered softly, giving him a small smile.
"Dr. Abbot?" the nurse in Trauma 2 blinked in total confusion, holding your chart. "Oh, says Mrs Abbot, wait... is this your family?"
"Yes," Jack said. "Yes, sheâs my wife."
He didn't wait for the nurse's shocked reaction. Jack pulled Maya deeper into his chest, her small frame still trembling violently with sobs.
"I've got you, bug. Daddy's here," Jack murmured into her hair. His free hand reached out, his thumb sweeping gently over your cheek. "Jesus. What happened, baby?"
"Dropped... fast, again," you breathed, leaning your head weakly into his touch. "We were at the store... I couldn't stop it in time."
Before Jack could ask anything else, Robby arrived alongside Dr. Santos. Robby took one look at Jack holding a crying toddler, looked at you on the gurney, and pieced it together in half a second.
"Oh, well, look who we got here." Robby said smoothly. "You know the rules, brother. You're family on this one. Let us work."
"Robby, she has been-" Jack started.
"Jack. I know. Step aside," Robby interrupted firmly, placing a gentle hand on Jack's shoulder, steering him a step back from the bed. "We got her. Santos, let's do a complete analysis: full blood count, complete metabolic profile, blood glucose, the whole basic protocol for hyperglycemia. Let's make sure she doesn't suffer a rebound effect or develop DKA, just fluids for a moment untilyou check her glucose."
"On it," Dr. Santos quickly agreed, pulling out a new glucometer and prepping a kit while Robby grabbed a stethoscope to listen to your lungs and heart.
"Stop scaring Abbot with this episodes, it's like the third hypo this week, isn't it?"
"You know I can't fully control them, Robinavitch."
"Last name, okay, seems like you're breathing good."
"Shut up." you said to him, you had this hate-love friend relationship with your husband's friend.
Maya saw Santos reaching for your arm with a needle and let out a whisper. "NO! Don't hurt Mama! Daddy, stop them!"
Jack held her tighter, soothing her.
"Shh, bug, it's okay," Jack pleaded softly, he wiped a tear from her flushed cheek with his thumb. "They're helping Mommy, okay? Remember Dr. Robby? He's Daddy's friend. He's just making sure her blood sugar goes back to where it belongs."
"Is Mom sick?" Maya hiccuped, her fingers digging into the collar of his scrubs.
"Mama's sugar just got super low, bug," Jack whispered, kissing the top of her head while keeping his eyes glued to the monitor over your head as Santos drew your blood. "She's going to be okay."
You watched them, feeling the sting of the lab draw on your arm, but the sight of Jack cradling Maya brought a reassuring warmth and calm into your chest.
--
The soft lighting of the private exam room was a welcome relief from the bright lights of the trauma bay.
By the time Dr. Robby signed off on your discharge papers, your blood sugar and pressure had safely stabilized. The weakness in your body had dissolved into fatigue, and the color had fully returned to your face.
"All right, sweetheart, labs look great, balanced, and you are officially cleared to go home," Robby said, flashing a warm smile as he handed the discharge summary to Jack. He clapped Jack on the shoulder. "Take her home, brother. I will cover you tonight."
"Thanks, man. I owe you one," Jack said.
Minutes later, after a nurse came to take off your IV, the door creaked open, and in marched Maya, carrying a paper bag from the hospital cafeteria with both hands held high.
"Mama! Look! Look what I got!" she squealed, her previous terror completely forgotten.
Jack followed close behind her, holding a cup of coffee with a smile playing on his lips. "Someone got an award in the cafeteria for helping Mom today," he murmured, coming closer to the bed, sitting Maya on the bed and putting his arm around your waist, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. "Are you okay, beautiful?"
"I'm feeling better," you smiled, leaning into his touch before turning to your daughter. "What do you have there, my love?"
Maya carefully reached into the bag and pulled out a wrapped bakery item. "A cookie!" she announced proudly, showing off a giant chocolate chip cookie.
Then, she reached back into the bag and pulled out a second wrapped oat pastry. She shoved it toward your hands. "And this one for you! Daddy said no... no sugar cookie for Mama's sugar!"
You blinked, looking up at Jack, who rubbed your hip with care.
"She refused to leave the cafeteria until she picked one out specifically for you," Jack explained softly. "She told the cashier, 'Mama's sugar crashed, and now she has sugar on her, so she needs the special one.'"
Your heart melted right there. "Oh, baby... thank you."
Maya giggled, happily. "Mama better!"
"Yeah, baby, Mama is good now," Jack whispered, leaning down to scoop Maya into his lap and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. "Alright," Jack said. "Let's go, my little monster. Mama needs to go home and get some sleep, and I'm taking the night off."
Jack lifted Maya in his arms and sat her on his hip. He put the discharge papers in his backpack pocket as you stood up.
Mayaâs eyes went wide, her hands instantly clapping together. "Daddy staying home?! No hospital?"
"No hospital," Jack confirmed, smiling. "I'm all yours."
Maya leaned against him and then she turned on the full force of her irresistible puppy dog eyes. "Can we have hamburgers, Daddy? Please? Big hamburgers?"
Jack groaned rolling his eyes playfully. "Hamburgers? Well... I suppose after the afternoon you've had, we can manage hamburgers."
You shook your head, a laugh bubbling up from your chest as you took his free hand and leaned against his shoulder, walking slowly toward the exit.
"She has you totally wrapped around her finger, Abbot," you murmured. "You're lucky I'm too exhausted to fight you on it."
Jack looked at you, gently stroking your knuckles with his thumb. "I'm lucky," he whispered, pulling you a little closer to his side to kiss the top of your head. "In every important way."
this was a late night thought as i tossed and turned in bed and then it actually happened to me (partially)
MDNI 18+
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crinkled sheets, restless thoughts, a single strand of hair on your back that you've suddenly become acutely aware of. all of the these things have historically robbed you of a peaceful night of sleep. tonight breeds a new issueâ the cracking, popping of your knee. it was hard not to fixate on the sensation or the sound when you were aloe but now, in bed, with your slumbering boyfriend, the issue seemed to prevail. you attempted to ignore the intrusive thoughts that begged you to fixate on your knee popping, even more so on the why. why it popped so loudly with every bend and why was it bothering you so much now. it was likely crepitus but that knowledge was of no use to you at this moment. trying to stop the freight train of urge that insisted you pop your knee in bed, right now, was pointless. caving, trying to leave jack undisturbed as you swung your leg out from under the comfort, extending it up in the air and bringing it down to bendâ
crack
"ooh, getting rusty on me now, honey?" jack asked. the room was dimly lit by the moonlight spilling in from the window, you could just make out his face enough to see his eyes were shut. he was clearly awake, for how long he had been was up for debate as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
"i know you're not talking, old man," you retorted, sighing with relief as you extended your leg out once more. knee bent againâ pop
"oh, but i am, old lady," jack scoffed as you began to tuck yourself back beneath the comforter. old lady? so the old man thinks he's funny now.
rolling over, to lay closer beside him as he brought his arm around your waist, tugging you in. a grin on your face as you closed your eyes, one he would've known to be more weary of if his eye had been open.
"hmm? that so? how about you trying getting out of bed without groaning on the way up or just rolling over? or try not let your hip pop either when you straighten out?"
silence fell over the room.
"alright... you win. geez, baby, why you gotta swing that low?" he murmurs as he tucks his face into your neck, planting apology kisses on your cheek and jaw. "you hurting your old man's feelings now."
an amused hum emits from, turning your face to give him a kiss as you bring a soothing hand up to his chest. you swing your over his thigh, pressing into him, a small groan escapes jack when your hand rubs at his tummy beneath his shirt.
"m'sorry, honey, how can i make it up to you?" you whine with a faux pout. it's his turn to let out an amused hum in response.
"i can think of a few ways that involves that pretty little mouth of yours... but save it for the morning, get some sleep, honey."
more perv!pope cody because u freaks seem to enjoy it (˶ᔠᔠá”˶) 18+
pope cody who would invite you to go to the gym with him because in his words 'there's freak who are going to stare at you. wouldn't want anything to happen to you.'' the only freak really being him who was obsessed with how you looked when you were sweating and tired. his teeth would clench so hard at the sight of you in your tight work out clothes, a pretty matching pink set that hugged you so well. he couldn't help but glance over at the sight of you in the passenger seat as you rode to the gym together. he swears he could see the outline of your cunt in the tight spandex. you did that on purpose.
his workout was going horrible, yours seemed to be going great though. he would catch himself staring at you as he lifted, watching the way your tits would bounce as you ran on the treadmill. god all he wanted to do was lick the sweat off of you. he had to go back to pretending to lift as you stopped your run, making your way over to him. "andrew, can you help me lift?" you would ask, slightly out of breath as you smiled down at him to where he sat on the bench. he couldn't say anything, just nodded quickly moving to let you replace his spot on the bench.
it was the perfect angle. you laying flat on your back with the bar just above your chest. your tits looked like they were about to suffocate you. he could hold them out of the way if you asked nicely enough. pope stood up by your head, staring down at you. perfect angle to fuck your throat and cum all over your chest. he watched as your shaky arms began to press, his own hands hovering lightly to make sure he was there to catch the bar if it dropped. he knew he was hard, he knew you could tell, and he didn't have a care in the world. his dick was so close to your head that if you sat up you were sure to get hit in the face.
it wasn't till you had asked him to stand behind you as you squatted that he felt like he could cum then and there. you were definitely doing this on purpose. if you wanted him to fuck, why wouldn't you just ask? he stood only inches behind you, hands hovering over your hips and eyes staring straight at your ass. everything was too much for him. the way you had a sheen of sweat covering your body, the smell of you filling his nose, and the way your ass was centimeters from brushing his dick. he'd take you right here if the gym wasn't full. not that he cared, he just didn't want anyone to see you like that. you had finally given up, racking the bar back up. you hadn't even realized he was still right behind you, stumbling back into him a little bit. that was the tip of the ice berg for him, a small groan leaving his lips as your ass pressed right to his crotch, his hands flying to grip your hips tightly.
you waited a moment, knowing exactly what had just happened. you turned slowly to look down at his now unhard dick before back up to his face. "did you just cum?" you mumbled, an eyebrow raised at him. all he could do was clear his throat, cheeks slightly red as he scratched at the back of his neck. "how pathetic," you snickered, turning to walk towards where your water bottle sat, leaving him there. you definitely only accepted his invitation to the gym to humiliate him.
18+ ⫶ MR. FAUX SYMPATHY â requested
jack abbot who fakes sympathy while cooing you through overstimulation .
you donât know which one is worse. the way jackâs hips are angled with the cruelest precision, the head of his dick charging sweet into that soft, spongy wall inside of you â bullying that poor spot until your toes are curling over by overwhelming pleasure.
or the way each word falling from his lips feeds you nothing but sweet praises laced in such a condescending manner, feigning compassion while milking every ounce of pleasure from your overstimulated cunt.
either way, your answer wouldnât matter. not when abbotâs screwing every fathomable thought loose outside of your head, turning you into a blubbering mess underneath him.
âmmghâ pl-please, jâ!â you slurred stammering, swallowing the saliva pooled at the back of your throat from your never ending moaning. the soft pads of your hands push against his sculpted chest, attempting to flee from the merciless thrusts of his hips as you push from underneath him.
âawn- câmon, sweetheart.â his eyes dragged over you body, taking in the very few millimeters of space that you created between you two before pulling you back down onto cock making you gasp for air.
your fingers folding inwards, clawing into the flesh of jackâs chest as he buries himself further inside your pussy making your insides choke around his length, involuntarily twitching and squeezing as your spine arches forward â pressing yourself against him.
jack feigns a frown, biting back an uncontrollable smile because he just thinks that you look so fucking adorable beneath him right now.
eyes glossed over with lashes clumping together from those thick tears fall down your cheeks, and the little sniffles you take every other second to not snot yourself as you cry from an indescribable amount of pleasure. you canât even moan jackâs name without it turning into an incoherent mess. âjâj .. ja-nnghn.â
âthatâs it, my sweet girl.â jack coos, a gentle rasps scratching at his throat as he brings one of the hands locked behind you knees to your face. gently cradling the side of your head as his thumb brushes away any stray tears. âso damn sensitive, all for me.â he watches you nuzzle into his palm, and it makes his cock twitch as he lets out a gravelly groan before grinding his hips deeper into you â a direct target against the spot that makes your bladder feel instantly full.
âi canât, i canât, mmffâ you c-canât!â you yelp, pleading as you shake your head feeling the throb of your clit want to burst. âshh.. yes you can, darlinâ.â he shushes, ducking down to press his forehead against yours.
his eyes on yours, convincing you that itâs possible as his thrusts never stop bullying into that sweet spot. he has no intention of stopping, even with your begging. âplease, jaâmphck!â a moan rips through your throat as jack delivers the cruelest, toe curling stroke that makes you go completely mute as your eyes roll back to your skull.
your body quivers under his, mouth open with no words coming out as you take each and every thrust he feeds your abused pussy.
âlook at you, babyâ youâre doinâ it right now.â he hums satisfyingly, watching you choke to find inaudible words as his groan lingers. âi know, sweetheart i knowâ jj knows itâs a lot for you, yeah.â he whispers, lips grazing against yours, âitâll all be over soon, okay baby?â he assures, as his hips tell the complete opposite. âjust keep singinâ my name wouldâyaâ.â
Summary: Your last group of the day happen to be doctors from a local hospital. When one gets too handsy, another stands up for you, wooing you in the process.
Contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, unprotected p in v sex, semi-public (secluded) sex, reader faces sexual harrassment (ass slapping, crude comments, etc), lmk if i missed any!
A/N: divider from @thecutestgrotto ! im not even gonna lie i loved this idea but i kind of hate the way i executed it so if this sucks im sorry
The sun is hot, beating down on Jack's scalp, even through his golf cap. Sweat brews underneath, tickling his curls in a way that tells him he's going to have a rough day.
Dread bubbles in his stomach as he reluctantly shuts the door to his truck, taking in the greens before him. They're large, many acres over a large country club, one he's unsure he could pronounce the name of, let alone fit in at.
He spots the pro shop, so large and intimidating he feels like a cartoon character, cowering under an evil giant. An evil giant in white linens and golf gloves.
So to speak, this is not his crowd. All the same, he grabs his golf clubs, and begins his journey into this hellacious day.
As he approaches, he spots the reason he's hereâ some hospital higher up he's been sent to impress in order to garner some more PTO for his staff.
They're lucky he loves them.
"Dr. Abbot!" The big-wig croons, a plain man aptly named Dr. Alex Smith. Jack's face stretches in a tight smile as he extends his hand for a shake. "How are you? So happy you could join us."
"I'm alright," he replies, a nonchalant air in his tone. "It's a gorgeous day."
He's not typically one for niceties and small talk, but today? It's a bit of a different story.
As Dana so lovingly puts it, he's shit at hiding his feelings, and he needs to fix his fuckin' face. He's going to need all the luck he can get.
"Absolutely beautiful!" He booms, clapping him on the back.
The man's hand is large and aggressive, and Jack assumes the two adjectives will describe today quite well.
Soon, a golf cart rolls down the gravel. a blessing that spares him from more small talk. His relief is momentary, though, because what he sees behind the wheel nearly gives him a heart attack.
You're sitting there, the prettiest thing he's seen in years. Pink manicured nails perch atop the black leather as you slow down, shifting the gear.
His eyes drift from your sweet face, down to the white tennis dress clinging to your curves. It's enough to make him dizzy, and he wills himself to look at something, anything else.
He regrets this, because of course he does, as he takes in the rest of your cart. It's bigger than your average golf cart, and, in his defense, what you've done with it makes it seem a lot bigger.
Jack takes it in, a bright pink explosion assaulting his vision. A pink disco ball swings from the rearview mirror, reflecting off your pretty face in shiny glass shards.
A baby pink tarp protects you from the sun, and the protective urge in him yearns to put a cap on your head. He's seen enough scalp damage in the ED to last him a lifetime.
Jutting out of the side is a little cabinet, filled to the brim with snacks. The counter below has little handles on the side, and he can only imagine the different types of alcohol in there.
In the haze of you, he thinks he hears a low whistle coming from his left, coincidentally where Dr. Smith posts up beside him. Anger burns through him, and he extends his neck, twisting his head from side to side, desperate to shake it off.
You pop up, breaking his bubble with a sweet, 'hi!', and a wiggle of your fingers. Your manicure flashes in the sun at your greeting, and he wills himself to think of dead puppies, his grandma, anything to rid his brain of your beauty.
Smith is first to approach, holding out a hand for you to shake. Ever so polite, you accept, greeting each member of their group with the same level of enthusiasm.
"Last, but not least!" You chirp, holding your hand out to Jack.
He freezes, forgetting he's actually there, and not an invisible passerby. Eyes darting to your hand, it feels robotic, the way he extends his own, letting you lead the shake.
God, what kind of man is he?
Looking past you, Smith has already planted himself in the front seat of the cart, and nothing about that sits right with Jack. The rest of the group is relegated to another, normal golf cart, trailing behind yours to the first hole.
His eyes can't help but burn into the back of you, keeping an eye on Smith, as well. Jack doesn't know much, but he knows damn well that if he touched you, he'd simply see red.
This passion, this fire, scares him. He just learned your name all of five minutes ago, didn't even know you existed when he opened his eyes this morning.
Yet, you've captivated him. Your kind smile, your bubbly personality, it's enough to make a man go weak in the knees.
Though, he supposes that's why you were hired. He can't be the only man who's felt this way in your presence, in fact, he's probably far from it.
The thought makes his stomach twist, and he pushes it down as the cart comes to a stop. He averts his gaze as you swing out of your own vehicle, though you make it difficult, you're so pretty.
With a snap of your sweet fingers, you gather the attention of the men in record time. It's impressive, the way the group flocks to you, and Jack's no exception.
Guilt roils through him as you meet his gaze, a smile spreading your lips in a way that makes his heart pound. You deserve better than his leering, though the way your eyes linger for a moment gives him a sliver of hope.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he snaps his head away from you. Your voice floods his ears, soft enough to lull him to sleep if he really tried hard enough.
"Okay," you start, clapping your hands together. "So, here is how my cart works- any time you're hungry, or thirsty, let me know, and I'll get you taken care of."
I'll get you taken care of. Fuck, Jack, you pervert.
"All of your orders will be put on the tab of anâŠ" rummaging for a small receipt tucked in one of the cabinets. "Alex Smith?"
Jack's heart lurches, stomach turning at his name.
"Doctor, sweetheart," he clarifies, and Jack can't help his eye roll. "Dr. Alex Smith."
Fix your fuckin' face, Abbot, Dana's voice plays in his head.
He sees you tense at the nickname, and his fingers clench in a fist. Desperate to ease your discomfort, he butts in.
"Thank you," he huffs, and your gaze snaps to his. "For- y'know-" he clears his throat, regretting opening his mouth. "Being there for us today."
His breath hitches at the eye contact, the first time he's been brave enough to give your face a proper look. You're so stunning, his heart hurts. You give him a small smile, and somehow his chest puffs on its own.
"Of course! Are you a doctor too?" Your smile widens with your question, and Jack nearly trips just standing there.
"Uh-yeah, yeah, I am," he coughs into a closed fist, holding out his free one for you to shake. "Dr. Abbot."
The regret is instant, once your hand touches his. It's electric, sending shockwaves through his veins. Smooth fingers wrapping around his calloused ones, your firm shake a pleasant surprise.
He can feel his hand clamming up, a small voice in the back of his head chanting, wrong, wrong, this is wrong. Clearing his throat, he brings his hand back like he's been shocked. In a way, he has.
Your smile falters, and he's unsure if he's seeing properly as you return your attention back to the rest of the group.
"Our drink options range from water, to soda, to some beers and hard seltzers. We don't sell hard liquor, just to be clear," you hold up a stern finger, a coy smile on your pretty face.
Your instructions were met with nods and grumbles of approval, and Jack is entranced by how easily you've captivated this group of grown men.
"Okay!" You chirp, clapping your hands together. "Let me know if you guys need anything, have so much fun!"
His heart patters at your squeal, and he tampers it down as best he can. He'll never see you again after today, and it has to stay that way.
The doctors within his group saddle up to the first hole, Jack hanging towards the back. Jack has golfed before, but it's definitely not his preferred activity, especially after losing his leg.
Peeking out of his peripheral, you make it all the more enticing, much to his everlasting dismay. Perched on the bench of your cart, you give a peppy clap, maybe a 'woo-hoo!', if they swing really well.
It makes Jack's stomach hurt, knowing he won't get that from you. Walking up to the hole, his first hit is instantly out of bounds.
"Woah! Bad morning, Abbot?" Smith asks, dripping with condescension.
His heart rate spikes, flitting his gaze over to the man, but he's not looking at him. He's got a thumb pointed toward Jack, wagging it as if to say, 'get a load of this guy.'
This would irritate Jack on any normal day, but with Smith's gaze on you, the way it lingers, like it's a joke he's not in on, it's enough to make him disintegrate.
The rest of the morning, his swing is just as terrible. Silly distractions flit through his mind, the wind rustling through your skirt, the tap of your pretty nails on the beer bottles you keep popping for Smith.
Smith. Jack has half a mind to report him to the board after today. The way he leers at you, flirts with you the drunker he gets, it's enough to make him vomit all over the pristine greens.
You take it all with a smile, friendly enough to keep him at bay, but not too overindulgent, as if to suggest reciprocated interest. The amount of times you've probably had to deal with this is something Jack would rather not think about.
"Woah! You see that, pretty girl?" Smith croons, pointing toward the birdie he just hit. "Not the only stroke I'm good at."
Jack's head snaps up, white hot rage simmering deep in his belly. His mouth moves before his brain can catch up.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say to her?" He asks, and the entire group snaps their heads in is direction.
His ears turn pink, but he refuses to back down.
Smith rears his head back, as if he's never been called out for his predatory behavior. He probably hasn't.
"Uhm-" he chuckles, scrambling for words. "Why do you care so much, Abbot? You wanna find out?"
Jack rolls his eyes, teeing up to his own ball.
"Just want to make sure you're keepin' it professional, Smith," he says, hitting the ball without making eye contact. "This is a work function, you know."
"Yeah, well if you care that much about being a professional, maybe you'd swing better," he condescends, clapping a hand on Jack's shoulder.
He flinches at the contact, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Boys, boys!" Your sweet voice flutters. "Please keep it kosher, or I'm going to have to end our game early."
You approach Jack as you speak, and his heart thumps louder in his chest.
"Thank you, Dr. Abbot," you coo, and his cheeks burn. "But I can take care of myself, I'm a big girl."
He rolls his eyes, desperate to tamper down his desire at the name you've bestowed upon yourself.
"Sorry, 'f course you are," he shakes his head, looking down. "'s just not right. He shouldn't speak to you that way."
Then, you do the unexpected. A delicate hand perches on his forearm, forcing his gaze back to you.
"You're sweet," you whisper, so quiet he can barely even hear it. "I'm okay, promise," you squeeze his muscle, and he expects you to walk away, for that to be the end of it.
But you don't. You stay, saddling up next to him to watch the rest of the group take their turn. The lingering smell of your sweet perfume fills his nose, and he nearly passes out.
He nods, not really wanting to believe you. The instinct to protect you looms large over his head, a solar eclipse of possession that threatens to choke him.
He shifts on his leg, a dull ache starting to settle in where the bone meets prosthetic. He leans on his golf club like it's a caneâ the juxtaposition of you next to him, hands on your hips, left one jutting out, clutches his heart.
He's desperate to be as subtle as possible, not wanting to put any more attention on himself, but you notice. Of course you do, your pretty head flitting towards his stance.
"Oh! Do you need to sit? I'm so sorry, where are my manners!" You chastise, and he attempts a self-deprecating wave.
"No, no, gosh, I'm okay, you've been perfectly pleasant," he replies, training his eyes on the ground beneath him.
"Well, let me continue to do so and offer you a seat," you hold an arm out, and he accepts, grateful through the fog of his embarrassment.
Escorting him to your cart, he takes a seat, a long groan escaping his lips at the relief. Maneuvering his bad knee, his pant leg rides up, exposing the carbon fiber of his prosthetic.
A small gasp escapes your lips at the sight, and his heart sinks. The last thing he needed was your pity.
"I'm fine, please, don't," he waves a hand around, avoiding eye contact as embarrassment creeps up his spine.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't-" you shake your head, and he instantly feels guilty for opening his mouth in the first place. "I just= I should've mentioned this at first, but we have chairs for accessibility! Here-"
He watches as you reach towards the top of the cart, a pull out drawer nestled above the snack cabinet. Your waist stretches as you reach, and he nearly has to palm himself to keep his cool. In it, you reach and pull out a folding lawn chair, wiggling it in the air in offering.
He can't help but smile, despite the guilt relentless in his veins. He nods, the apples of his cheeks pink and pert.
"This will be much more comfortable, Dr. Abbot," you coo, placing your hands on his shoulders as he settles in.
A long sigh leaves him as he sits, his breath hitching at the contact. He's near a blissful state, the bubble of your attention closing in around him.
That is, until, he remembers who he's with.
"Hey!" Smith yells from across the greens. "If I knew losing my leg would get me special treatment, I would've gone with ya to Afghanistan, buddy!"
He cackles, high fiving the men surrounding him. Jack's stomach burns with shame, embarrassment, rage.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Smith," you call, and his heart stops. "That's incredibly inappropriate. It's not special treatment, I'm just making sure he's as comfortable as you guys are, please refrain from making comments like that again."
His heart sings, a symphony conducted by your sweet words. He looks down, tears pricking the back of his eyes. He can't remember the last time someone spoke up for him like that, and God, did he ache.
"Ohhh, c'mon, baby," Smith croons, his unsteady gait bringing him closer to you. "I'm just bein' funny. What? You don't like funny guys?"
Your face pinches as he comes closer, standing proud and strong nonetheless. God, he admires you so much.
"I like it when guys make jokes that don't poke fun at someone's trauma," the pep in your voice is gone, and a chill runs down Jack's spine.
"Pssh, please," Smith rolls his eyes, saddling up beside you. "You can't pretend you haven't been giving me eyes all morning."
Jack watches the scene unfold, tensing up as he wraps his arm around your waist.
"Smith-" Jack warns, but it's too late.
His hand goes lower, until it's reached your backside, a pinch followed by a swat. You jump, your hands instinctively reaching back to protect you. Jack sees red.
He's up, the ache in his leg now next to nothing, nothing compared to the rage he feels on your behalf. Rearing his fist back, he socks Smith in the face before he can think otherwise.
"Oh my God!" You squeal, and he darts his gaze over to you.
Your eyes are wide, scared and glossy. His heart hurts.
"What the fuck Abbot!" Smith seethes, gritting through his teeth and writhing on the ground.
"Smith I-" Jack starts, but he bites his apology back. He's not fucking sorry, so why should he try to save face now?
"You can kiss your position fucking goodbye," he spits up at him
"Uhm- I have to=let me call my manager," you croak, shaky fingers fumbling for your cell phone.
You lift the device to your ear as you run behind the cart. Jack's heart clutches, he swears he can see you wipe away a tear before you fully disappeared.
Jack's heart pounds in his chest the longer he can't see you, adrenaline pumping through his veins as his hands start to shake.
He itches to chase you, to follow you and wipe your tears and ask if you're okay. His heart drops, though, knowing that it's not possible, that he's absolutely fucked it.
You're soon replaced by a man, approaching the group with his own golf cart. You don't take off until he's there, but when you do, you nearly kick up dust with your speed.
Guilt is acid in his stomach, bubbling and popping like witch's stew. His adrenaline is relentless, moving his feet for him as he runs to the spare golf cart.
He thanks whatever powers that be that the keys rest in the ignition. Wasting no time, he turns it, moving the gear into drive and pressing his foot on the pedal.
He finds you in the main hall, nursing a fruity drink at the bar. His heart sinks looking at you, slumped over, head down, quiet shakes rocking your shoulders.
It's only now that the adrenaline eventually subsides, deep breaths heaving his chest. Regret swoops over him, that live long guilt he's wrestled with all day rearing its ugly head.
He doesn't back down, though. He's just slower, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants as he nears your bar stool.
"Hey," he says.
It's slow, careful. His heart hurts when you look up, your glossy eyes meeting his. He watches you snap back into your professionalism, wiping your tears and offering him a watery smile.
"Hi, Dr. Abbot," you croak. "I'm so sorry I took off on you guys, I just- that's never happened to me before."
"No," he waves a gentle hand. "No apologies, if anything, it's me who should be apologizing. I feel like I made it worse. You told me you could handle yourself, and I should have listened."
He hovers by the neighboring stool, not wanting to push your boundaries unless offered.
"No, no, it's okay," you say, sitting up a bit straighter. "You can sit, I won't break."
Your smile lights him up from the inside out, and he slides onto the brown leather. His heart picks up in speed as he settles into the new proximity, his thigh brushing against yours.
"Hey! Josh!" You call to the bartender, a young man who immediately responds. "Can I get aâŠ" you trail off, eyeing Jack up and down before deciding, "a jack and coke. Thanks!"
"My name's actually Jack. How'd you know?" He asks, and your mouth drops in sweet surprise.
"What! No way!" You swat his bicep, and the brief contact gives him enough energy to run to the moon. "Dr. Jack Abbot. I like it!"
He flushes a deep red, one that spreads from his cheeks all the way down his neck. Bringing a hand to his nape, he scruffs once, twice, three times to quell his rapid heart rate.
It's then that Josh brings his drink, and he gratefully accepts. Taking a big swig, he feels your eyes burning into him.
"Hey, Jack?" You ask, your voice tender and sweet. "Wanna go for a drive?"
Your question intrigues him, and he winds up in your passenger's seat, down the back roads of a country club you intimately know.
"This is where my dad would take me when I was little," you tell him, pulling into a cove of willow trees along the path.
"Yeah? You've been coming here for a while?" He asks as you park, the wind rustling the beautiful view in front of you two.
"My dad is now president of the board," you admit with an eye roll. "This job was just to keep me out of his hair."
"Wow," he blinks. "So that's why you didn't care about running off in the middle of your group?"
It's a risky tease, he knows that, but it's so worth it when he sees you smile. He flushes, can't help himself when he says,
"You're so pretty."
Your breath hitches at the compliment, and he'd regret it if your eyes hadn't sparkled. It's so easy for him to get lost in your eyes, to almost forget how you got to this point, but then he does, and his face falls.
"Listen, I'm sorry, I don't want to put myself on you, especially if you don't want it. Not after today," he shakes his head, eyes trained in his lap. "But I think you're incredibly beautiful, and way out of my league. I'm thankful you even looked at me today, let alone-"
He's cut off by your lips on his, a gentle, soft hand scraping his cheek. It pushes a light 'oomph!' from his lips, though he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back.
There's a string of spit connecting you when you pull away, and Jack breathes out a long, heavy sigh.
"I actually couldn't stop looking at you, Jack," you confess, and his heart swells. "Even when you missed every single hole."
He throws his head back in a sweet laugh, grasping your arm as you lean into your own giggles.
"I only missed because I couldn't stop thinking about the prettiest girl in the world only feet away," he confesses, rubbing the fabric of your dress between his fingertips.
"You're too nice to me," you mutter, resting your hands on his shoulders. "I want you, Jack. Is that okay?"
He shoots his gaze up, his mouth slightly parted.
"You do?" He asks, not quite believing his own ears.
His belly burns as you nod your head, leaning your face closer to his.
"And I don't want this to be just sex, how do you feel about that?" You whisper, your lips against his, taunting him.
He nods, his hand finding your waist.
"Yeah, I feel good about that," he chokes out, a Cheshire smile spreading your lips.
"Good," you quip, swinging your legs over his hips. "But we're gonna start with sex. That okay?"
He nods, eager like a school boy, but he doesn't have time to be embarrassed when your mouth meets his.
It's intense this time, deep and passionate, your tongue running over his bottom lip. His hands settle on your waist, a light squeeze encouraging you to put your full weight on him.
It's electrifying, the way you connect. your weight coating him with desire. He feels himself twitch in his pants, a muffled groan escaping him as you roll your hips.
"Feel good, Doctor?" You ask, eliciting a gasp from the deepest parts of his chest.
"So good, you're a dream," he mumbles, grazing his nose against yours.
You kiss him again, rolling your tongue over his at your newfound access. Rolling your hips once more, he plants his feet on the ground, thrusting up into your clothed center.
"Ah!" You whine, throwing your head back. He peppers kisses along your neck, surprised when you press down on his hips with yours, wiggling a little. "You're not doing any of the work, handsome," a coy smile spreads your lips. "Let me, your poor leg's been through enough."
He swears he could cum right then and there. Fully hard now, you continue your motions, now slipping your arms through your sleeves.
The top of your dress falls, exposing your pretty tits to the late afternoon sun. His head darts around, looking for any stragglers. There's no one, and a wave of relief floods through him.
"You're sweet," you coo, fingertips returning his gaze to you. "But nobody comes back here, trust me."
"Oh, so you take all your golf guys here, huh?" He asks. It's playful, but the possibility of your answer makes him seethe.
"Only the important ones, the ones I really need," you mutter, nipping his lobe before sitting up on your knees.
You wiggle the rest of your dress off, sliding it down your knees and flinging it off your ankles. His eyes widen as you mount him again, now in nothing but your panties.
His finger traces the waistband, and your breath hitches in his ear.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Jesus Christ," he whispers, smashing his lips against yours once more.
You fiddle with his belt buckle, moving to his zipper, pulling him out with an eagerness that strokes his ego. He's heavy, his cock flopping against his polo shirt.
Your eyes go wide, and his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can't believe you, sweet, beautiful, stunning you, is interested in him. He feels like a million bucks.
"God, how's this gonna fit in me, Jackie?" You ask, giving him a few strokes.
A shiver unzips his spine, and he throws his head back against the seat. Chest heaving, his stomach burns with desire for you. The curve of your waist under his fingers, the delicate touch on his cock, it's enough to make him insane. You make him insane.
Swinging your legs off of him, you kneel along the bench, ass up in the air. He pouts at the loss of your warmth, and you smile. You pinch his cheek, placing a chaste kiss there after.
"You're cute," you dote, and he blushes. "I'm gonna put your cock in my mouth now, 'kay?"
He nods, still in disbelief this is even happening. Your lips wrap around him, and his vision goes white. Jaw going slack, he lets a strangled groan pass through him.
"Wow, wow, oh God, sweetheart, that's so good," he whispers, hand in your hair as you take more and more of him. "Holy shit."
You wiggle your ass at the compliment, hollowing your cheeks as you reach his base. Your nose tickles the curls that pepper his skin, and he has to hold himself back from bucking up into you.
"Fuck!" He shouts, squeezing his eyes shut as he free hand finds your ass.
It slips into your panties, palming your bare ass in his big hand. You shake into him again, and he nearly blows his load then.
He feels the front of your panties move, then, and he looks to find your hand slipping in them.
"Ah, ah!" He swats your hand away, taking over. "Let me, gorgeous."
Your folds are so slick, his stomach burns. They're silky, smooth with your desire, and if all he does for the rest of his life is make you cum. he'd be happy with that.
He finds your clit, reveling in your little jump, little squeal around his dick. The vibrations rattle through him, and his stomach burns with hot desire.
Pulling off of him with a gasp, you rest your head on his thigh, stroking his cock as he continues to touch you.
"I'm gonna cum, Jackie, feels too good," you squeeze your eyes shut, pressing a sweet kiss to the thick skin.
"Yeah, go ahead, baby, that's such a good idea, hm?" He asks, picking up his pace a little. "Gonna get you nice and relaxed so you can take this cock, 'kay sweetie?"
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut, a few loose moans escaping your lips. It's like a dream, the pleasure etching itself across your face. Fire blooms in his veins, his desire for you almost palpable.
"Oh, Jackie!" You squeal, body tensing as you soak his fingers.
"Thaaat's it," he coos, rubbing you through your release. "That's my girl, good job, good job."
You gasp, clinging to his forearm as you come down.
"Oh my gosh, that was incredible, thank you Jackie," you smile up at him, slowly sitting up.
His hands stabilize you, settling your shaking body back over his. Your tits dangle in his face, and he can't help but pepper kisses along the plush skin.
"You ready, angel?" He looks up at you, and your eager nod is his final cue before he pushes your hips down.
You swallow his tip, your walls tight and slick, his eyes rolling back into his head. It's dizzying, how tight you are around him.
"Oh! Jackie it's already so big, how am I gonna take all of you?" You ask, and his heart pounds.
"God, you can't say that to me, gonna blow my load before you can even do that," he breathes out a laugh, finding your eyes.
Your eyes glaze over as you sink further down onto him, his stomach burning. He grips your hips, pushing you further down onto him.
Once you're seated, he nearly blacks out. He gives you a swift slap to your ass, encouraging you to find your rhythm.
You listen, the good girl you are, bouncing up and down, up and down. It's slow at first, intoxicating and tantalizing as you drag his length through your walls.
"Fuck," he breaths, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Good?" You ask, lips pressed to his temple.
The warm air of your words absorb in his skin, if he could eat them, he would.
"So good, fuckin' perfect," he whispers, hands gripping your ass as you speed up.
Blood roars in his ears, his eyes blazing as they follow your breasts, bouncing with each thrust.
It's overwhelming, almost, the jiggle of your plush skin against his.
"Oh Jackie, 'm gonna cum again," you whimper, planting your hands on his shoulders and speeding up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he breathes. "Me too, gonna cum. Cum with me?"
You nod, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Embarrassingly enough, this is what does it for him. The intimacy pushes him over the edge, fire pooling low in his abdomen with his release.
He dissolves into the pleasure, helping you rock against him. Your sweet cries echo through the empty space, mixing with his grunts and groans.
"Jackie, fuck, that's so good, fuck, fuck," you whine, and he presses a quick slap to your ass as he twitches, coming down from his high.
You settle on him with a shiver, relaxing into his chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
Breathing together, he rubs his hand up and down your back, adding a light scratch and invoking goosebumps.
You press kisses all along his shoulder, on each freckle, his tummy burning with something sweeter, brighter than before.
"Hey," you whisper, biting the shell of his ear. "I know this is totally backwards, but hear me out."
Before you get any further, he lifts up your head, boring his eyes into yours.
"What, sweet girl?" He asks, pressing a quick kiss to your smile.
"I say," you start, "we get cleaned up, and you come join me in the Great Hall for dinner. I memorized Smith's tab, we can put it on there," you finish with a wink.
He throws his head back with a laugh, bringing you in for another kiss.
"That sounds amazing," he coos, cradling the nape of your neck in his hand.
"And theennnn," you drawl, slipping off him and reaching for your dress. "We can go back to mine, and I can show you something that no other customer has seen," you wiggle your eyebrows, and his heart skips.
10,500 Follower Celebration: Both Ways: Brendon Park x Reader
Summary: Brendon and Jesse discuss a surprisingly intense experiance with you.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMCâs fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks arenât the only explosive thing happening at Jesseâs Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hotâŠ
This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a âstickyâ situation.
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Tell. Me. To. Stop (NSFW)Â -Â Jealousy is not an emotion Brendon Park is accustomed to.
Surrender (NSFW) - Brendon Park isn't a sub... at least not until you coax him into a pair of leather cuffs after a bad day.
SET BEFORE:
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
Confetti (NSFW) - Brendon Park doesn't do night clubs...
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies⊠theyâre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW)Â -Â Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW)Â -Â Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
Authentic - You and Jesse discuss your situationship with Brendon after you see him with another woman.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without youâŠ
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendonâs day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to Davidâs calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - Davidâs attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret heâs been keeping for almost a decade.
His Fatherâs Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendonâs greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendonâs focus on wedding planning is disrupted when heâs called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon youâre in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendonâs world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything thatâs happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
Roses - Brendon is forced to deal with a vindictive POS when a dozen red roses are delivered to your door.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesnât expect.
The Best the Ravens Have Ever Looked (NSFW) - Brendon has a real problem with your shorts.
Home - Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.
The Change Up - When you struggle to reacclimate at home Brendon realises you need a change up.
The Body Pillow - Brendon and you settle in for your first night at the new house.
Rae Days - You're forced to navigate your new limitations when Brendon returns to work full time.
The Liberator - Brandon asks Abbot's for advice with a very particular problem.
Grounded - Brendon gets a surprise when his brother turns up on his doorstep unexpectedly.
Watermelon Sugar (NSFW) - Brendon uses your favourite song against you when the sex cushion comes out to play.
Suck (NSFW) - Brendon's dommy side finally comes out to play for the first time since the accident.
Bad Girl (NSFW) - You tempt Brendon into having sex for the first time since the accident.
Brendon canât stop thinking about your tongue, about him lying on his stomach, ass in the air, moaning like a whore into his pillow while you swirled it around his rim, thrusting it into him as your palms held his cheeks apart.
Heâs been fingered before, while being jerked off or getting blown, but heâs never experienced something like that, something so intense that he blew his load completely untouched all over his sheets.
âWhatâs going on with you?â Jesse asks as he sits across from Brendon in a trendy restaurant one of his friends owns, swirling a fry through his ketchup. They try to catch up once a month over dinner, always visiting somewhere new because Jesse wants so explore everything Pittsburgh has to offer in terms of culinary delights. âYou keep zoning out.â
Brendon sighs, propping his chin up on his palm as he watches the other man pick up another fry. He wants to talk about what happened last night but at the same time that would mean admitting Jesse was right, that he is starting to develop feelings for you and heâs not entirely sure heâs ready to address that considering you were his arch nemesis up until six months ago.
âRae blew my mind last night.â He concedes instead.
âIsnât that normal for the two of you?â Jesse responds, gesturing wildly with his fry. âI mean I have to guess the sex is crazy because she comes in with a smile on her face and you havenât torn the heads off any residents lately.â
âYeah, it is.â Brendon admits because the two of you have done some pretty filthy shit since hooking up at Jesseâs Fourth of July party, and it only gets naughtier the longer it goes on. âBut this was different, this wasâŠvery intense and something Iâve never done before-â
âOhhh you just discovered that anal works both ways.â Jesseâs summarises, pushing his plate away from him as his elbows come to rest on the table so he can lower his voice as he leans in closer. âIâm always thought she had a secret strap-on.â
âRimming.â Brendon clarifies, his ears heating as he says the word out loud. âI just didnât think it would be so fucking good. Itâs got me thinking about other things.â
âLike⊠strap-ons.â Jesse persists, his palm smoothing over his goatee.
âLike strap-ons.â Brendon agrees, holding up two of them to indicate what heâs been a recipient of in the past. Â âIâve done fingers before. And I enjoyed that but Iâm wondering now how much better it could be if we tried something else...â
Itâs a question without being an actual question, because Brendon, he still struggles with any shred of his own vulnerability. Jesse takes pity on him, settling back into his seat, fingers laced together on the surface of the table as he searches for the right words.
âItâs a different type of pleasure.â Jesse informs him, his nose ring glinting in the warm glow from the Edison bulbs overhead. âIâve had earth shattering, full body orgasms through anal sex that you just canât get through hands, mouth and pussy. I mean like transcendent, you canât move afterwards because it feels like heaven just collided with the earth kind of sensations. Part of that is because of the nerves and the prostate thing, but itâs also the emotional aspect, the shift in power.â He shrugs his shoulders as he tries to explain it but comes up short. âSometimes it just feels really fucking good to be the one taken care of for a change, especially in our line of work.â
âIâm starting to see that.â The edges of Brendonâs mouth tug up into a smile as he thinks about the night he let you tie him up for the first time. Youâd cracked open his world, given him something he didnât know he craved and now⊠he wants more. âRae⊠she has this way about her that just allows me to let go. I donât feel like I have to be someone else when I fuckâŠâ
He stares down at his hands, trying to sift through what itâs like when heâs in your company. Thereâs no Park the Shark, thereâs just Brendon but saying that out loud to Jesse seems stupid. âI donât know how to explain it.â
âYouâre not the fuckboi with her.â Jesse says knowingly because before Robby he was a bit of a fuckboi too. âYou donât have a reputation to maintain, itâs not a conquest or a way of letting off steam after a bad day, itâs real. You trust her because she trusts you, and now itâs taking you out of your comfort zone and you kind of like it. Physically⊠emotionallyâŠâ
âYeah, I guess thatâs the heart of it.â Brendon says, picking up the paper napkin and toying with it between his fingers. âThings are heading in a direction I certainly didnât expect.â
âAnd to think she started off as your nemesis.â Jesse muses, sipping from his beer with a shit eating grin. âNow youâre talking about giving her your virginity.â
Brendon snaps the napkin at him and Jesse sniggers as he takes another pull from his beer. âIâm telling you, Raeâs got a secret strap-on, my friend. All you need to do is ask her to dust it off.â
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cw: fem!reader, 18+, phone sex (a little dubcon-y but girlie is into it), daddy kink
Youâre a little hazy when you wake up. Your lashes stick together, and your lids feel so heavy. The sunlight has only just begun to filter through your curtains, and you canât quite piece together why youâre awake at this hour.Â
Until you register your phone ringing.
Now, the list of people able to call you through your sleep focus is very short. Jack is right at the top.Â
You reach for your phone immediately, but your movements are still rather sluggish. Just before the call is about to go to voicemail, you manage to answer.
âJackie?â you murmur drowsily, âWhatâs wrong?â
You hear a faint shifting at the other end of the line and a sigh of relief.Â
âGod, itâs good to hear your voice, baby.âÂ
Jack sounds a little breathless and more tired than you.Â
You sit up and brush the fine hairs from your forehead, your brows pulled together in worry.
âYou okay, Jackie? Bad day?â you ask.
âSomething like that, bun. Just finished my shift. Iâm in the parking lot right now,â he answers. âDid I wake you? You sound sleepy, Iâm sorry.â
âNo, no, itâs okay,â you insist.
Heâs quiet for a second, and you hear another rustling sound.
âTell me something, bunny,â Jack requests. âAnything. What did you dream about?â
With your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you hum as you try to remember.Â
âI donât know, Jackie,â you admit, âI think you were there. You usually are. In my dreams, I mean. I think we were at the beach⊠or at a lake?â
You pull the blanket up to your arms. Itâs still much too early to think about so much, but if Jack asks, you deliver.
âSounds nice,â he mumbles. His voice is hoarse, almost rough like sandpaper. âKeep going.â
Something about the way he speaks makes your tummy flutter.Â
âWell,â you go on, âThere were birds. Green ones.â
âMhmâŠâ
âThey kept circling over us. I donât think I know any green birds.â
âMe neither.â
You hear him shift again, and this time there is another sound. Like⊠like fabric moving.Â
Youâre about to question this when Jack suddenly groans.Â
âKeep talkinâ, sweet girl,â he croaked.
âJackieâŠ?âÂ
âPlease. Just talk. Thatâs all Iâm askinâ.â
His words are followed by a wet, filthy sound.Â
You immediately feel the pull in your lower tummy as you begin to realise.Â
âThere- we went swimming,â you go on, a little shakily now, âand saw fish. A bunch of âem. Little ones, which wereâ â
Jack moans softly, which makes you press your thighs together.Â
âUmâŠâ As you grow more flustered, it gets harder to speak. âThey were like rainbows, their scales. The sun made them change colours.â
âUh huh,â Jack mutters, his voice thin and strangled. âKeep goinâ, baby. Just a little longer."
You canât really focus as you hear the way his hand begins to move faster, slick sounds coming out of the speaker of your phone.Â
âI⊠uh, we⊠we⊠I donât remember, Jackie.â
âCâmon, bunny,â he encourages, âYou can. Use that pretty little head of yours for me. For Daddy, hm?â
Liquid heat collects at the base of your spine, and you sneak a hand down between your thighs, only applying pressure for now. Youâre not allowed to touch without him there.Â
âDaddy, I donât remember,â you whine.Â
âYeah, you do,â he retorts. âBaby, you do. Câmon, talk to me. Help out your Daddy.â
âWe- we sat at the shore,â you continue. You werenât even sure if it was true or just desperation making you invent things now. âAnd we saw dragonflies. And you held my hand and told me about your day at work. It was⊠it was a good day, I think.â
âMhm.â He inhaled sharply, and you heard fabric rustling again. âSo close, bunny. Just a little longer. Daddyâs almost done. Oh, fuck.âÂ
You clench around nothing as he curses, all breathy and needy.
âYou.. we just kept sitting and talking. You, um, you kissed my cheek. And then you held me.â
The last word has barely left your mouth when a godless noise spills from his mouth.Â
âFuck, bunny, yes. Yes, keep talking with that sweet voice of yours. Please, baby.â
âDaddy,â you whimper, your cunt pulsing now. âI donât remember anything else. Just you and me at the water and the fishies and the dragonflies andââ
Youâre interrupted by the deep, throaty moan that claws itself up from his chest only to fall from his lips like a tidal wave.
âOh, fuck,â Jack gasps. âYes. Thatâs my bunny.â
Itâs quiet for a moment, only his heavy breathing and your needy little gasps as you rock into your hand, your hips moving almost involuntarily.Â
It always takes Jack a few seconds to catch his breath when he cums like that.
âBunny?â he murmurs then.Â
âYeah?â you whisper.Â
âGet that hand off your cunt right now. Sheâs mine. And Iâm coming over right now to take good care of her.â
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reader torturing jack in the ed by giving dick sucking gestures ⥠maybe even notes about how she wants fingers inside of her if they go to the breakroom for just a few minutes ⥠jack feeling rock fucking hard and giving in cuz who is he if he canât treat his babygirl?
18+ MDNI
jack's just been soooo busy lately. you're not the type of girl to straight up ask him to fuck you, still a little too shy, so you just bide your time. he can't go forever without it, right?
it's been a week since the last time you fucked, and you're going a little insane. it's not like you're even consciously thinking about it, but every mundane thing just seems to turn sexual for you. and jack notices.
he knows you two haven't been intimate in a while, but he hasn't been wanting to overwhelm you, to avoid the risk of coming off like some perverted older guy who can't keep his hands off of you. he's a seasoned attending physician, damn it, he can restrain himself! but he eventually realises what it's doing to you, his poor baby girl, and he feels a little guilty.
he sees the way you absentmindedly bob your head a little while you're sucking on the straw of your iced coffee. he watches your cheeks hollow slightly. and he knows your tongue's curling around it like it does the underside of his dick :(
he even catches you stroking your waterbottle up and down while you chat to a colleague by the nurse's station. it would look innocent enough to anyone else, but jack recognises the subtle way you flick your wrist on the upstroke, and it has him stiffening in his scrubs.
he's starving you of cock, and you're too sweet to tell him :( it gets to the point where even the sight of jack's biceps bulging under his scrubs has you soaking your panties, and you know you just can't take it anymore. you grab a pen and some scrap paper â ripping off a piece of a fudged ECG destined for the recycling anyways â and scribble down a note on the back. you muster up the courage to shove it into the pocket of jack's scrub top when he passes you in the hallway.
he watches you scurry off before he can say anything, an amused smile curling at the corners of his lips. he pulls out the scrap of paper, and reads:
feeling needy :( sorry :( need you so bad, jack, come and meet me in the breakroom when you can? sorry again :(
jack coos internally, then heads straight there. the minute the two of you are alone, he's all over you, trying to make up for lost time.
"no need to apologise, sweetheart," he mumbles as his stubble scratches against your cheek.
he has you soaking his fingers, your juices running down the tanned, freckled length of his arm as your thighs writhe around it. "you're fucking back on it, princess, look at you. can you hear how wet you are? must've been needy, huh?"
"y-yes, been needy a while, needed you so so bad..."
"oh, baby... i could tell you've been needy, just wanted to hear it from you." he curls his fingers right up against your sweet spot, pecks your soft lips as you whimper, then continues, "next time you need daddy, you just come and ask, alright? you're a big girl, need to use your words."
synopsis: intern reader being anxious and nervous because dr jack abbot is the only one with a problem with her. she wonders did she do something wrong but no, jack just wants to fuck her!
cw: perv abbot! (with a conscience) dubious consent! (very tame compared to the rest of my fics) inappropriate age gap (20 & 50), kissing and fingering in the workplace!
a/n: yall im sorry it took so long for me to post a new fic. iâm employed now đ„łđ„ł so yeah i no longer have all the hours in the world. and iâm getting straight for college so enjoy this! might not get one for a another few weeks lol
itâs your first fucking day, at pittsburgh trauma medical centerâ the pitt is what everyone calls it, but whatever. all you are thinking about is how your nerves are already tightâ youâre trying to find the right person to speak to, but whoâd known you had already caught someoneâs eye from afar.
as you wondered around aimlessly for two minutes you finally found dana, the day shift charge nurse. you were basically a mentee to her so you tried your hardest to follow her instructions and listen to her rules as she shows you around the hospital. you can hear the strictness in her voice as she discusses the guidelines and violations of the hospital, almost like sheâs lived through what happens when people decide to ignore the rules. so, you listen carefully and thoughtfully until she finishes. after sheâs done with the rulesâ she begins to talk about introductions, and thatâs what makes you panic a little. dana sees you physically stiff up when she mentions the word and it makes her chuckle a little. so, she reassures you.
âlisten, sweetieâ donât be nervous, almost everyone on the day shift is nice.â you raise a brow at that. âhuh? almost everyone?â you ask curiously. dana chuckles. âyeah sometimes robbyâs an asshole and sometimes heâs an angel.. so you just gotta bother him on the right day.â she speaks like you already know who they are, so you just make a mental note about that in your head.
â-and dr. abbot will be here sometimes, heâs apart of the night shift. he might be a bit standoffish since youâre new, but, heâll warm up to you baby, donât worry.â that makes you feel a bit worried. but itâs then when she guides you the right up the two men as she spoke about them, after greeting yourself to everyone else.
as she introduced you to the two attendingsâ dr. michael robinavitch and dr. jack abbot, they both looked simultaneously at you. you immediately shrank down a bit, feeling nervous and intimidated all over again.
which was weird, because you didnât have a problem with anyone else! you really liked javadi considering you two were the same age, so you lowkey wanted to get her number after work. you liked mel, she was sweet, just in a really awkward way. but you donât mind it. and you definitely loved mckay, considering she gave you the sweetest advice and wishing you a good look on your nursing journeyâ and sheâs knows how brutal the healthcare industry can be, so she tells you to always speak up for yourself, no matter what. you take that advice seriously.
so back to abbot and robby, it was more like you and dana interrupted their secret conversation and when you both walk up to the two men. dana speaks for you first.
âthese are the two idiots i warned you about.â dana teasingly jokes. their eyes then move away from you to her. their faces showing shock and faux offense at her comment. they all jump into a very calm dynamic as they joke with each other. you feel awkward.
but as they introduce themselves to you, you notice something.
he's looking at you. as dr. robby gives dana a smart reply back to her statement, abbot is staring at you. heâs staring at you a lot. â like not a lot but hard enough to know that a man as old as him shouldn't be staring at someone so hard he just met today? let alone a cute little girl like you? fuck, no, sorry.. a strong, independent woman like you. especially since youâre a brand new nurse intern, and youâll be alternating shiftsâ so you might be with him one night! you even mentioned that to him and this is how he repliesâ
âyeah, excited to see you.â his face is deadpan straight as he continues to look your way, mouth quirking up in slight annoyance. your small smile quickly descended. even dr. robinavitch, (you found out thatâs who ârobbyâ was) was nicer to you. with a short introduction of his name and handshake before dismissing himself to finish his duties.
âhey. be easy on her.â dana quips. you're sure you and abbot are both ready with this interaction to be over, so you and dana both quickly dismiss yourselves, wanting to start your basic training effective immediately. you look back and see dr. abbot taking his blue latex gloves offâ not before giving a glance back at you. you obviously swivel your head back to the front so quick, embarrassed that you were caught. you're more than sure that you've made a horrible first impression of yourself. you can't imagine what dr. abbot is thinking of you right now.
but as heâs leaving his shift, heâs walking a bit quicker, hopefully hiding the fact that his dick is slowly getting hard.
as the next few days pass, you see abbot here and there, but every time you do itâs an intense death-stare showdown. what did you do?? did you miss someones vitals? did a patient say something about you?? you are truly and utterly confused on why he is giving you these weird looks. and you know you have a twelve hour night shift with him coming up.
but what you didnât know is abbot was trying his hardest to not cross any lines with you, the (cute) new curious intern. he canât tell heâs being completely standoffish with you, because everytime he lays his eyes on you, he imagines the most vile things to do to you. like slamming you again a wall and forcing his tounge down your mouth, pushing your hands up aboveâ thinking about how you wouldnât resist up under him, pushing his hard middle up against your clothed cunt. god, he imagines youâre so soft and wet and tight down there too.. he thinks every part of your body is probably soft and perfect, young little thing like you. perfect for him, perfect for his coâ
âhey! doctor abbot!, we need you!â he quickly snapped out his thoughts once heard thatâ jumping easily back into work mode. but when he looks around and doesnât see you, his brows frown down grumpily. ugh, heâs not even supposed to be here.. itâs his day off.
when you see him again, itâs the beginning of your night shift.
you really wanted a moment to talk with him, just to know what you did wrong so you can correct yourself! you hate feeling like you messed up, especially to an attending like doctor abbot. you got along with everyone else besides himâ you have some weird desire to prove yourself to him, secretly wanting his validation. so, youâll prove yourself to him tonight, during your shift.
your original plan was to just make sure youâre on your best behavior around him, hoping he will appreciate your hard work. but when you see him approaching the hospital, right as youâre about to enter too, you can't help but to walk up to him.
when you stop yourself awkwardly right in front of him, his eyebrows raise in surprise. you freeze for a second before speakingâ youâre a little shocked that you did this before thinking. you can tell abbot is waiting for you to say something, so you begin talking.
âhi, dr abbot, sir. is sir okay? just making sure youâre comfortable. not that iâm making you uncomfortable, iâm just saying. oh godâ am i? if i am, iâm so sorry, i justââ
âkid, calm down. youâre not making anyone uncomfortable but yourself.â god, he wants to kiss your worries away. he wonders how quickly would it take for you to relax under his touch. youâre pretty, but definitely a tense little thing. when he puts his large hand on your shoulder. he instantly regrets it. fuck, youâre so warm.
âwell i-i just wanted to make sure that you and i were on the same page and on good terms. but i-i just wanted to know, did i do something? did a paitent say something? i- just wanted to know so i can apologââ
he then rests his other hand on your other shoulder, trying to stabilize you. or your nerves really.
but the touch doesnât go past you. you feel yourself tingle with more than just embarrassment when he holds your shoulders. you know itâs been a while since someone so.. warm and masculine touched you.
âwhoa, kiddo, whereâd you get the idea that we werenât on good terms?â his face is taut with annoyance and irritation, and you think you see a little confustion too. so, you explain yourself quickly, trying to ignore the fact you feel overwhelmingly hot over the petname.
âwell, cause sir, i-i see you giving me weird looks. i canât exactly quite pinpoint what it is, but iâve gone with disapproval. so, i just want to know what iâve done.â
awe.. youâre such a cute little intern. jack doesnât hate you. he hates himself for the fact whenever he looks at you, he thinks about doing filthy things to you. itâs not like how he is with anyone elseâ normal. calm. when he thinks about you, all he can think about is pleasuring you to no end, giving you extreme bliss. like now, youâre wringing your little hands out of nervousness because of him, and all he imagines is eating your warm pussy. he wonders how you taste. how youâd leak for him, all of over his tounge as you moan and whine for him, tugging on his silver curls. fuck, look at him getting caught up again. he has to end this silly conversation and get away from you now before he starts getting hard again.
âlisten. iâm not givin you any looks, and even if i didâ they certainly weren't in disapproval. youâre a good nurse, youâve done nothing wrong. donât let silly things like that get you distracted. now, if you excuse me, we both have work to do.â
you open your mouth and close it again before nodding. you donât say anything else after that. knowing that was his silent way of ending this awkward encounter.
the next time you see him again, it's the same night actually. youâre on your one hour break, so you decided to spend it in the on call room, fighting a tiny bit of exhaustion. youâre used to sleeping at night, not being awake.
as youâre about to close your eyes and enter a light slumber, you hear the door open. you open your eyes immediately and see the one person who you wish wasn't on your mindâ dr. abbot.
you sit up immediately, not wanting your superior to see you like this. you know you've done nothing wrong but you canât help but to feel highly inappropriate. but youâre not gonna blame it on the fact youâre a little damp between your thighs. when he speaks, you honestly consider if youâre dreaming for a second.
âoh! dr abbot, sir! d-did you um, need someth-â
âjack.â your brows turn up in confusion.
âcall me jack.â huh? you know you shouldnât call him by his first name out of respect, but who are you to talk back to your superior?
âo-okay, jack.. did you need something?â
he grabs your face softly, thumb brushing across your cheek and just below your lip. his hand is so hot across your cheekbone as he tilts your face up to look right up at him. you are trying so hard so ignore your wet center, but itâs becoming harder and harder.
âjust wanted to make sure you were alright. saw you looking a bit tense as you came in here..â it sounded like he had more to say but kept himself silent anyway.
he knows he shouldnât be in here. bothering youâ touching you. but when he saw you walk in here itâs just his like leg (& prosthetic) had a mind of itâs own. so, as he stands above you as you look at him expectantly, he wants nothing more than to take you. right here. right now in the middle of this on call room. but he doesnât do that. he just continues brushing his thumb against your lips.. softly kneading your face, trying to see how you react. you donât push him off, and thatâs all that matters.
âs-sirââ jack grumbles. âj-jack i mean⊠whyâre you doing this?â youâre trying so hard to not take his thumb in your mouth, knowing it would be so wrong.
âcanât help myself.. you just look so fucking cute walking around here.. looking all nervous hoping youâre doing the right thing.â jacks growing hard by the second. he shouldâve known he couldnât come in here and be normal with you. you look so pliant and needy, as he rubs your bottom lip, soothing it gently.
jack sees your internal conflict, so, he just pushes his heavy thumb past your plush lips, loving the warmth that engulfs his digit immediately. your eyes widen immediately at the intrusion and he feels his cock thicken. god, he can only imagine how your hole feels wrapped around him. he expects you to reject him, to maybe jerk away, or bite himâ so when you accept his digit into your mouth so easily and then moan around it, jack feels like heâs in heaven for a second.
as you lick and suck on his big thumb, you feel yourself slowly become light headed and dizzy. you need to tell him to stop, to go away, but it never comes out of your mouth, instead you continue to drool around his digit, feeling so content in the way your mouth is warm and full. but jack wants to know how your plush lips taste.
ânod if you want me to kiss you, baby.â when you move your head so fast around his digit, he gives you a teasing chuckle.
when he finally kisses you, itâs slow. sensualâ he feels twenty years younger again. your face is so soft against his, and he knows his is probably a bit harsh on yours because of his stubbleâ heâs internally sorry for that. as he leans over your frame, you reciprocate to his to kiss, pushing up into his mouth, arching your body against his. with the tiny little whimpers coming from you and the harsh rough groans that come from jack, and the the sound of your mouths and tounges clashing together. it sounds so filthyâ and if anyone were to come in right now, jack would lose his job, and youâd probably lose your internship. he needs to stop this now, to get off of you, and go back to his workâ he knows people are looking for him too. but he canât bring himself to go, so instead he says thisâ
âgod, you taste so sweet. just like how i imagined.â when your eyes widen comically at himâ he wants to dive back into your sweet lips. âyou've thought a-about us like this before?â hell, you donât even know the half off it. âall the fucking time, bunny.â
when he sits himself next to you on the thin bed, you dive back into his rough lips. as he grabs you by the hips and places you on his good leg, youâre licking into his mouth, eager to feel his hot tongue on yours again.
jack needs you so bad, he canât believe youâre sitting on his lap, needy and falling apart over his touch. just like heâs dreamed of constantly. he doesnât care that youâre so much younger than him, (though, a dark part of his mind loves it) youâre just such a pretty little thing prancing around here helping everyone who needs it. now, jack wants to help youâ to reward you.
âtell me, please tell me that you donât want me. tell me you donât want my cock inside you, stuffing your cunt to the brim.â
but you do, you want it so bad, you donât even feel like waiting for his cockâ you fumble and grab for his free hand and you press it against your hot needy cunt through your pants. jack moans at how hot you are down thereâ he canât help but tease your little clit through the fabric, feeling the little bud throb under his fingertips. you feel your hole gushing even more slick. when you squeal against his lips from the friction, he finally gives you what you want. he quickly goes past your scrub pants and underwear before pressing two thick fingers into your sopping hole, filling you completely. your eyes roll to the back of your head when he does thatâ jack chuckles at the sight.
âyeah, you like that? you like how my fingers feel inside you? hey. hey. none of that, kid. eyes on me.â
when you contrast and gush another fresh coat of hot slick around his fingers, he takes that a yes. he smirks against your lips.
as he creates a steady rhythm of his fingers in and out of your pussy. your hole is squelching and throbbing uncontrollably around him. jack loves it. if youâre falling apart like this on his fingers, just imagine how youâll feel when heâs pressing his cock inside of you for the first time.
just as youâre about to tell him youâre gonna come all of his fingers, your orgasm washes over you, body arching in his hold as you climax. jack angles his fingers and thrusts them in and out of your squirting hole. he kisses you deep and long so your moans arenât too loud. fuck, he wants nothing more than to be inside of you right now.
âoh yeahh, thatâs it. you like this old man touching you so much donât you?â you canât even reply to him, riding out your orgasmâ but your sensitive whimpers to his touch make the answer so desperately obvious.
when he pulls his soggy fingers out of you, he doesnât hesitate to lap up your extra slick with his tongue. your eyes widen comically again, honestly shocked that all of this is happening.
âafter this shift is over, youâre coming home with me. i'm gonna fuck you, play with your body for a little bitâ then maybe we can have some coffee after. you okay with that baby?â you nod expectantly. jack didnât think youâd say no anyway.
âbut be quiet, canât have anyone knowing about this. donât want anyone runnin their mouths to HR, do you?â you shake your head no so eagerly it makes him laugh. god, heâs gonna have so much fun playing with you. âgood, girl.â he gives you one last sloppy kiss before stepping out of on-call room, knowing he shouldnât be gone away from everyone else too much longer. but all youâre thinking about is what just happenedâ
youâre very much excited for the end of your shift.
a/n: i hope yall liked it! feedback is ALWAYS appreciated! <3
Summary: Jack Abbot loves his days off work...because he gets to spend it all day with you. SMUT. SMUTTTTT. MDNI.
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Female!Reader. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Smut.
Jack Abbot loved his days off. Not because he was able to sleep as long as he wanted, or because he could have a proper homemade meal. Those were nice perks, yes, but they weren't the reason he looked forward to them. He loved his days off because he got to fuck you every chance he wanted.
8:00 am:
He fucks you first thing in the morning. Youâd wake up lying on your side while heâs spooning you. One arm wrapped around your waist. When you feel his hard cock press up against your ass. His hips thrust against your ass, pushing his hard cock against you. You bite your lip to silence a moan. But he hears you anyway; he doesnât waste time as he hooks his thumb on the waistband of your cotton shorts, pulling them down. His middle and ring finger spread your wet folds open. He inserts both his middle and ring finger. Testing how wet and ready you were for his heavy, thick cock. He tugs his boxers halfway down, pulls you closer so your back hits his chest completely. The head of his cock between your ass, as he adjusts himself and enters you slowly, he groans into your ear. His head is in the crook of your neck, taking in the way you smell to keep him grounded. He loses control of his pace, picking up. The room gets filled with sounds of his thighs hitting your ass. He doesn't care that heâs always waking up the neighbors downstairs.
10:00 am:
He fucks you while youâre preparing breakfast. He watches as you cook in nothing but his shirt. He leans against the counter as he watches his shirt fall off one of your shoulders. You're humming a song while flipping pancakes, unaware of his predatory gaze. He moves off the counter and walks behind you. He turns you over to face him, hugging you softly. His lips touch your neck immediately, hands traveling from your waist to your ass, cupping them. He picks you up without warning, setting you on the counter in front of him. He kneels in front of you in an instant, pulling your shirt up and bringing you to sit closer to the edge. His hands move to your thighs, and he adjusts your legs so theyâre on his shoulders. He dips his head down and straight to your pussy. His tongue licks your pussy in a line first, just to taste you. He moves closer against your pussy as he starts sucking your clit. He holds your trembling thighs. His tongue sets a gurgling rhythm. He feels your hand tug his hair; you feel the vibration of his groan against your clit. He doesnât care that the pancake is now burnt.
3:00 pm:
He fucks because you make the best tomato soup with grilled cheese for lunch. He watches as you make him a plate and set it down in front of him. He looked at you with so much awe that blood ran straight through his cock. Because youâre perfect. Because he loves you. He pats his lap, and you gladly sit down. He kisses your lips softly at first, but the moment you grind on his hard cock, the kiss becomes sloppy and wet. He didnât need to break the kiss to pull your panties to the side and free his cock. He entered you slowly, trying to remember the way your tight pussy feels. His head falls back as you ride him. He doesn't care that his lunch is now cold.
5:00 pm:
He fucks you while a movie plays. He couldnât help it; his head was lying on your lap while you ran your hand through his hair. He didnât even notice his cock getting hard from how good and relaxed you were making him feel. He moans softly, his warm breath hitting your bare thighs. He closes his eyes softly, feeling your free hand move down his chest. He whimpers quietly as your hand reaches the waistband of his boxers. His hips buck as you grab his cock, stroking him. Your thumb runs over his tip. He becomes needy and impatient; he guides you down on the couch. He doesnât care that he's missing the plot twist in the movie.
7:00 pm:
He fucks you before youâre about to cook dinner. He sees you bending over to grab something out of the bottom cabinet. He moves behind you, sets his hands on your thighs, bringing you closer to your ass hitting his thighs. He whispers into your ear, his voice rough and low. His big arms hug you tightly. He kisses your neck, taking a step forward so the front of your thighs hit the cold cabinets and your waist pressed against the counter. Your hands on the counter, and you gasp as you feel his hard cock enter you without warning. He doesn't care that now he has to order takeout.
10:00 pm:
He fucks before you go to sleep. Your head pushed up against the mattress. He slaps your ass, making your back arch even more. Your chest on the mattress, ass in the air while he fucks you. The sound of skin slapping against each other. His pace is hard and rough as he pounds into your pussy. He loves seeing your face pushed against the mattress, hair all over your face, while you scream his name. He doesnât care that the bed is loud, squeaking, and scraping against the floor.
2:00 am:
He wakes up in the middle of the night cock hard pressed up against you. He whispers into your ear, pleading and whiny. You couldnât help it; you needed to help him. He watches your sleepy body move on top of him. He watches you in the dark; the only light is coming through the small gap in the curtains. The moonlight hits your body. His gaze fixed on you as you took off your shirt-his shirt. He helped you remove your panties. He could see the determination to please him. He admired every movement as you positioned yourself on him. Once your wet slick pussy took in his cock, you began moving. It was a slow grinding movement. His hands on your hips helped you keep the pace. He pushed his head back on the pillow, eyes closed and focused on the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. Taking in the feeling of you riding him. He groans softly, feeling your cold hands grab onto his chest. You quicken the pace. He could only focus on the way you felt, the way you sounded, the way you looked. You were all that consumed his mind. When he came, he moaned so loudly. He doesnât care that itâs the middle of the night.
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Yeah, he loves his days off workâŠyour neighbors not so much
Summary: Jack Abbot loves his days off work...because he gets to spend it all day with you. SMUT. SMUTTTTT. MDNI.
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Female!Reader. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Smut.
Jack Abbot loved his days off. Not because he was able to sleep as long as he wanted, or because he could have a proper homemade meal. Those were nice perks, yes, but they weren't the reason he looked forward to them. He loved his days off because he got to fuck you every chance he wanted.
8:00 am:
He fucks you first thing in the morning. Youâd wake up lying on your side while heâs spooning you. One arm wrapped around your waist. When you feel his hard cock press up against your ass. His hips thrust against your ass, pushing his hard cock against you. You bite your lip to silence a moan. But he hears you anyway; he doesnât waste time as he hooks his thumb on the waistband of your cotton shorts, pulling them down. His middle and ring finger spread your wet folds open. He inserts both his middle and ring finger. Testing how wet and ready you were for his heavy, thick cock. He tugs his boxers halfway down, pulls you closer so your back hits his chest completely. The head of his cock between your ass, as he adjusts himself and enters you slowly, he groans into your ear. His head is in the crook of your neck, taking in the way you smell to keep him grounded. He loses control of his pace, picking up. The room gets filled with sounds of his thighs hitting your ass. He doesn't care that heâs always waking up the neighbors downstairs.
10:00 am:
He fucks you while youâre preparing breakfast. He watches as you cook in nothing but his shirt. He leans against the counter as he watches his shirt fall off one of your shoulders. You're humming a song while flipping pancakes, unaware of his predatory gaze. He moves off the counter and walks behind you. He turns you over to face him, hugging you softly. His lips touch your neck immediately, hands traveling from your waist to your ass, cupping them. He picks you up without warning, setting you on the counter in front of him. He kneels in front of you in an instant, pulling your shirt up and bringing you to sit closer to the edge. His hands move to your thighs, and he adjusts your legs so theyâre on his shoulders. He dips his head down and straight to your pussy. His tongue licks your pussy in a line first, just to taste you. He moves closer against your pussy as he starts sucking your clit. He holds your trembling thighs. His tongue sets a gurgling rhythm. He feels your hand tug his hair; you feel the vibration of his groan against your clit. He doesnât care that the pancake is now burnt.
3:00 pm:
He fucks because you make the best tomato soup with grilled cheese for lunch. He watches as you make him a plate and set it down in front of him. He looked at you with so much awe that blood ran straight through his cock. Because youâre perfect. Because he loves you. He pats his lap, and you gladly sit down. He kisses your lips softly at first, but the moment you grind on his hard cock, the kiss becomes sloppy and wet. He didnât need to break the kiss to pull your panties to the side and free his cock. He entered you slowly, trying to remember the way your tight pussy feels. His head falls back as you ride him. He doesn't care that his lunch is now cold.
5:00 pm:
He fucks you while a movie plays. He couldnât help it; his head was lying on your lap while you ran your hand through his hair. He didnât even notice his cock getting hard from how good and relaxed you were making him feel. He moans softly, his warm breath hitting your bare thighs. He closes his eyes softly, feeling your free hand move down his chest. He whimpers quietly as your hand reaches the waistband of his boxers. His hips buck as you grab his cock, stroking him. Your thumb runs over his tip. He becomes needy and impatient; he guides you down on the couch. He doesnât care that he's missing the plot twist in the movie.
7:00 pm:
He fucks you before youâre about to cook dinner. He sees you bending over to grab something out of the bottom cabinet. He moves behind you, sets his hands on your thighs, bringing you closer to your ass hitting his thighs. He whispers into your ear, his voice rough and low. His big arms hug you tightly. He kisses your neck, taking a step forward so the front of your thighs hit the cold cabinets and your waist pressed against the counter. Your hands on the counter, and you gasp as you feel his hard cock enter you without warning. He doesn't care that now he has to order takeout.
10:00 pm:
He fucks before you go to sleep. Your head pushed up against the mattress. He slaps your ass, making your back arch even more. Your chest on the mattress, ass in the air while he fucks you. The sound of skin slapping against each other. His pace is hard and rough as he pounds into your pussy. He loves seeing your face pushed against the mattress, hair all over your face, while you scream his name. He doesnât care that the bed is loud, squeaking, and scraping against the floor.
2:00 am:
He wakes up in the middle of the night cock hard pressed up against you. He whispers into your ear, pleading and whiny. You couldnât help it; you needed to help him. He watches your sleepy body move on top of him. He watches you in the dark; the only light is coming through the small gap in the curtains. The moonlight hits your body. His gaze fixed on you as you took off your shirt-his shirt. He helped you remove your panties. He could see the determination to please him. He admired every movement as you positioned yourself on him. Once your wet slick pussy took in his cock, you began moving. It was a slow grinding movement. His hands on your hips helped you keep the pace. He pushed his head back on the pillow, eyes closed and focused on the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. Taking in the feeling of you riding him. He groans softly, feeling your cold hands grab onto his chest. You quicken the pace. He could only focus on the way you felt, the way you sounded, the way you looked. You were all that consumed his mind. When he came, he moaned so loudly. He doesnât care that itâs the middle of the night.
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Yeah, he loves his days off workâŠyour neighbors not so much
You had been a single mom before you met Jack, your daughter was 3 when you met Jack, her dad wasnât in the picture at all and where Jack treated her like she was his own, she never changed her last name not even when you and Jack got married, it never bothered him not because he didnât care just because he wanted her to be comfortable with whatever she felt was right, so she stuck with your last name but did call Jack dad, they were both more then happy with that.
Graduation rolled around, two weeks before she approached Robby, which wasnât odd considering he was like her uncle now, always there when she needed and ear or when Jack or yourself couldnât figure out some homework, she entered the ED, Robbyâs eyes instantly finding her, giving her the mental once over to make sure she wasnât hurt âyou okay kid?â She nodded âI just need to talk to you, before I talk to my momâ he nodded âheâs not here is he?â âOf course he is kid but heâs in a trauma for atleast another twenty minutesâ she nodded as he lead her to the break room âwhatâs going on?â âDo you think he will let me have his last name?â Robby smiled âkid there is nothing more he wants then for you to have his last nameâ she looked down at her hands âwhatâs brought this on?â âI want to be a doctor like you guys, but I want to, but I want all my documents to have Abbott on them because heâs the reason I want to be the doctor in the first placeâ âI can guarantee you, he would give you his last name in a heartbeat kidâ she nodded âI wanted to surprise him at graduationâ Robby smiled âwe can definitely do that, talk to your mom sheâs a master at coming up with plans like thisâ remembering the birthday party they put together for Jack and he was none the wiser, she nodded and hugged her uncle ânow get out of here before he spots you and questions while your here, letâs not give him a heart attackâ she nodded waved by to both Robby and Dana on her way out âwas that my kid?â Dana with quick thinking about the cookies that she had left in the break room âoh yeah she dropped some cookies off, said her and her friends made themâ he nodded âand she didnât stick around to say hiâ he pouted âdonât want to rub it in but I got a hugâ Robby joked
Everyoneâs families filled the room where graduation was taking place, sure it was only high school graduation but you can bet both Jack and Robby werenât missing it for the world, Shen covering for both men while they went to support you âwe have ages til her name is shoutedâ Jack moaned âshe had to keep your last name didnât sheâ she joked, you looking at Robby behind his back who had the camera ready pointing towards Jack âyeah I know, such a long waitâ you seen your daughter looking for you, in the crowd when her eyes did land on you, you gave a wave and a thumbs up, the teacher started talking then the certificates started âGrace Abbottâ the name rolled off the teachers tongue as Grace stood up, looking towards Jack as he took a second to catch up âwait? Did she change it?â The tears in his eyes as you nodded âand she has the sweetest reasonâ Robby spoke patting his friends shoulder âyou knew?â âThatâs why she was at the Pitt couple weeks back she wanted helpâ âI did think those cookies werenât hers, the tasted to goodâ he laughed knowing his kid wasnât the best baker but she tried, the ceremony was over and the first thing Jack did was wrap his arms around his girl, his kid âis it okay?â He heard her whisper âmore then okay kidâ he whispered back kissing the top of her head like he always did âsorry it took so longâ âyou have nothing to be sorry for it was the best surprise everâ as you joined the hug and then Robby not one to be left out of course.
Years and years had passed and you were in The Pitt as a resident, your dad retired a few years ago, but Robby was still there of course he was âYano, we had a Dr Abbott a few years agoâ a resident in her last year said âoh yeahâ Robby looked over to see what you were going to say âyeah, retired not to long agoâ âoh yeah I know, heâs my dadâ Robby smiled at how proudly you said it because if there was one thing he knew about the Abbottâs it was how insane proud of each other they were âthatâs so cool that you are now following in his footstepsâ âas long as she doesnât take up swat aswellâ Robby added in with a laugh patting your shoulder âshit I forgot that probably makes him your uncle, good luckâ the fourth year laughed. ïżŒ
đâïžÂ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in (longer ver.)
Loving YĆ«ji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've known and loved him first before this entire ordeal even happened and blew up â it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
Nearly a decade has passed since everything concluded: GojĆ Sensei is unsealed and alive and has won the fight, Kenjaku is killed, lost a lot of people in the process, YĆ«ji is permanently Sukuna's vessel (not a big deal anymore), and for some twisted reason, YĆ«ji seems to stop aging altogether (the big deal).Â
With Jujutsu Tech slowly being rebuilt to a "better" version, a lot of you have also opted to stay in the dorms for the mere convenience of it. That, and it's basically a coping mechanism for everyone.
And as with everything else, his predicament doesn't truly stop either of you from doing things you love and from being intimate around each other. But where YĆ«ji excels in self-control against what's residing within him, it appears that the majority of that said will, if not everything, is thrown out the window the second you go and beg to be fucked.
And fucked real good. Or badly. Whichever way one wishes to put it.
Maybe that's partly on you, or him, or even both of your asses to blame. But, really? Can you blame yourself when Yƫji looks stupidly hot all the damn time? Stupidly, massively hot and bothered?
Especially when he wears a simple white shirt which accentuates how broad he is everywhere, when he looks like his brain stops functioning and he's looking at you with only the thought of fucking you bone-dry, and his dick decides to run on autopilot and take him to a blissful place right between your thighs.
Yes, can you really blame anyone with how immaculate he is?
"So tight, baby," YĆ«ji says between clenched teeth.
A vein appears in the middle of his forehead, contemplating whether he should start moving and ram his cock all the way in or give you a chance to adjust to his girth first.
"Ah, YĆ«ji," you whine, "just go in. Stop teasing."
"T-Teasing? I'm not teasing, sweetheart." He manages to choke an incredulous and breathy laugh at your whining. "You think this is easy for me, too?"
You playfully slap his muscled arm. "Shut up! You know what I mean!"
"Damn, even after all that," YĆ«ji grits. "Even after all the sex we had every night, you're still tight."
With a shuddering exhale, YĆ«ji grinds forward, pressing himself deeper into your petaled hole until you whine and drag your nails up and down his back and coax him closer.
"Oh, yes, baby. Shit âyes, yes, â yes," he incessantly babbles. "You're sucking me in completely. I could come right here â shhiiit!"
His lips head for yours and capture you in a heartbeat. Your nails move towards the front where you lift the hem of his shirt to feel his toned stomach. A languid moan erupts from your throat, and YĆ«ji relishes swallowing your sounds.
His name echoes past your lips soon after he breaks contact. Each drawl of the consonant you utter is like a song of reverent praise that effectively shuts him up.
"You're taking me so well." He whispers, eyes glazed. "Such a good girl you are for me."
"Baby," you whine again, locking your legs around his waist.
"I know, I know." YĆ«ji moans at the feeling, more so when he feels your teeth tease the crook of his neck.
It's intoxicating; it leaves his fogged-up brain even more fogged, and it's taking him greater lengths to fight through both of your horniness to keep himself at a steady, level pace for you. Otherwise, you'd probably be limping for days, even resort to crawling if you need to get to point B.
Hell . . . that doesn't sound bad at all.
"Oh, baby, please don't do that. You know I'm sensitive there." He lightly scolds you, pulling at your hair in warning.
"But you taste so good, though."
He supposes if he's going to fuck you the way he wants to, how long he intends to, and the way you let him, then he's not going to deny you what you want to do with him, too.
In fact, if he isn't so gung-ho with you and your immaculate pussy that's still sucking him in greedily as he continues to stretch you, and if he didn't let his dick dictate his decisions, then he would most definitely relish the prospect of you dominating him.
Oh, because if you only know, YĆ«ji would definitely submit to you. Maybe right now you'd possibly doubt that he would, given that he always wishes to be inside you or put you in positions you didn't think you could and do this or that for him. But honest to God, if you tell him to be on his hands and knees for you, he will get that shit done pronto. Put a collar on him or whatever â he doesn't care. Everything you could do to him screams sexy and a lot of sex. So, who is he to refuse that?
"Harder," you find yourself begging him, "please. Yes â yes, right there!"
YĆ«ji's arms that are propped on either side of you buckle before quickly rebalancing himself enough to take most of his weight off of you. "Shh, Fushiguro might hear us. You don't want that, noh?"
"Then he should cover his ears!" You rebuke teasingly. "He knows better. Isn't he the smartest of the bunch here? Come on! He should put his brain to work. Chop, chop, Megumi!"
"S-Stop! Don't make me laugh right now." YĆ«ji bites his lips. "I'm really horny, and I don't want to be un-horny because I'm thinking about other stuff that isn't you."
"Sorry, I'm sorry," You apologize, but it turns into a chuckle because you didn't think you'd be thinking about it, too.
"Relax for me," YĆ«ji attempts to bring the mood back, salvaging what's left of it from your silly, little antics. "That's it, baby. Ease into me again."
YĆ«ji's hold around your thighs changes until your legs rest upon his shoulders, and he pounds against you like an animal in heat. From this new position, his cock sinks further. Skin slaps against skin. While your breathing becomes coarse and ragged, YĆ«ji sounds the same except for minuscule groans of pleasure now and then.
Then, he folds you in half, situates himself a little higher, and pistons his cock back in. You haven't realized you're drooling until he licks the sides of your face.
"Open your mouth." He says, and when you do, he spits twice. "Swallow."
There's a trail of saliva connecting you two when he pulls back. His eyes, however, are transfixed heavily upon the bulge that's appeared at the base of your stomach.
"Remind me to buy a mirror next time. I want you looking at yourself like this. It's so hot, I swear." YĆ«ji drools. "You're so good, baby. So, so, good. Oh â fuck!"
Just when he spills inside of you, and you're about to come down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the room and breaks your release easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly the ceiling becomes the bed sheets as you are flipped onto your hands and knees. Your muffled confusion doesn't go unheard, but other pressing matters come first. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases the shell of your ears.
"YĆ« â?"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice rumbles deeply against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever graced you with his presence. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would frequently pop on YĆ«ji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something atrocious to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and broken through YĆ«ji like this before â and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you closer, forcing you to look into his hungry eyes. The way he looks at you . . . as if you owe him the pleasure he has been denied for so long. "My vessel lost control. I want to know why."
Before you could have swung a cursed tool at him, to trap him within your cursed energy, enough to stall and call Megumi for help or anybody else should he decline, Sukuna slams your head against the bed and fucks you senselessly.
Is it to your imagination, or did YĆ«ji's cock grow bigger? Because for some reason, when Sukuna thrusts into your hole, it's fuller. He is far more brutal and ornery with his movements, too.
"Take it all like you are meant to do."
This is wrong. This is terribly, insanely wrong. Here you are in the mercy of the sadistic curse, cackling like the bastard that he is that he found something to entice himself with, and yet . . . it's wrong to feel how good you're being fucked.
Sukuna nudges your legs with his knees to spread wider for him. His hands busy themselves by mockingly kneading your ass before slapping each cheek hard.
You yelp and bite the corner of the pillow hard. Unfortunately for you, Sukuna notices. He pulls you by the hair again, and tosses everything that would muffle your voice aside. There is a buzz of mischief you can feel swirling around his energy, but you can't decipher it all too well as he shoves you down to the mattress.
"Y-YĆ«ji â"
"My name, brat â"
"âY-YĆ«ji, Y-YĆ«â"
"â I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
Your back arches unknowingly to the sensation, and before you think twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good, little one." He mutters sadistically, inhaling the scent of pheromones pumping out from you.
His hands are everywhere that he can touch you, and even when he couldn't reach parts of your body, Sukuna merely bends you to his will and lets himself have you any way he pleases. Since the brat's been constantly denying him of you, it's only right that Sukuna gets to have fun with you now.
He fondles your breasts. He pinches your clit. Your thighs are scraped in thin lines of blood that bring him more arousal. Your asshole is gaping at each tense movement he makes out of you. His canines sink to the thin skin of your neck so deeply, he can taste your blood, fueling him into a messy plethora of moans and pleasure like he's drunk on his own aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders.
"W-What?"
"My name. Only."
"Su-ku-na,"
"Louder. I won't tolerate what you refuse to give me. Say my name again, little one."
"Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna!"
"That's it. Keep calling my name as you come."
Your orgasm comes to you like a torrent â harsh and unforgiving. Still, Sukuna doesn't stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you barely manage to make him pull out of you, and you start crawling, he easily drags you back.
"Oh? And where do you think you're going?" He lifts your ass and flicks your clit hard as punishment. "You do not run away from me, unless you want me to kill you."
"But, I need â"
"No."
"Sukuna, please!" You push his body away from you once more, desperately trying to get out of his strong grip. But damn, because of his strength and that it's also YĆ«ji's body, and you know how sturdy he is, Sukuna doesn't budge. Not even a little. "Please, give me a moment."
"And what did I say?" He raises his brow questioningly.
He's fascinated by the way you react to him. When he lazily drawls his fingers around your inner thighs, you shake. When he lets his tongue graze the cup of your ass, you whine. And when he sniffs your cunt, and it smells promiscuously sour and preposterously sweaty, you sound like you're about to come again.
"N-Not there, not yet,"
"What did I say?" He challenges.
"I â" you sound close to weeping.
He pulls your hair. "What. Did. I. Say?"
"No!" You wail, moving restlessly. "You said, no!"
"Good. Ah, you're close. I can tell. I smell it."
And you are â were. When your orgasm hits you like a brick, your mouth could barely keen a sound. Your body caves and molds to Sukuna's shape. You don't need to look behind you to know that the bastard is smirking at how easy it is to make you submit to him. It's sickening since you already know he won't let this one up anytime soon, especially to YĆ«ji.
There's an abrupt change between you and Sukuna once you feel his hold slacken. With him loosening his clutch around your chest, you allow yourself to breathe better and force your eyes to focus on your surroundings. That's when you realize you're flipped on your back, and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No, darling." YĆ«ji breathlessly says. He brushes your hair away from your face. "It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
Reassuringly, you shake your head and smile at him. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" YĆ«ji perks up.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
YĆ«ji presses his forehead against yours. The heat is still visible in his eyes, though it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at before.
"That was hot," YĆ«ji admits. His cock hardens against your thigh. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out. "It really was."
There, beneath YĆ«ji's hollowed eyes, your gaze lingers towards the triumphant gleam squinting at you in reds and blacks. It tells you exactly what is going through Sukuna's mind: that he's heard of that and he's nowhere near finished with you yet.
You swallow dryly.
"Are you tired?" YĆ«ji brushes your cheek tenderly.
You shake your head. "I'll be fine."
"Let me fuck you next, then. Yeah?"
Before you can respond in return, YĆ«ji grabs your hips and enters you. He folds you in half, quickly telling you to wrap your legs around his neck, and then proceeds to pound you as promised. This time, he doesn't hesitate. He thrusts harder and harder, nails scraping against your skin for support.
He spots the mark Sukuna made on your neck, and he dives to your other side with a growl. He laps onto your skin possessively, and you can feel that he's lost all patience with being gentle because the moment he bites down on you, it's not out of consideration anymore. YĆ«ji is claiming you.
"Come for me this time." He sternly orders. His hands lay flat on your stomach, feeling the bulge he caused. "For me. Come for me."
"YĆ«ji â fuckfuckfuck â YĆ«ji!" Something uncontrollable comes out of you, and you realize a second sooner that you've squirted all over him. Your juices drip from his bare chest and down to his untrimmed bush. "I'm sorry, I â"
YĆ«ji stiffens. "What the fuck, Sukuna!"
"Enchain."
"Oh my God, YĆ«ji, come back! Give YĆ«ji back for the love of God!"
"Do that again. Squirt for me, little one." Sukuna growls.
"That was an accident. I â I â I didn't mean for that to happen." You admit, trying to regain proper breathing because, goddamn it, you won't be able to with this fool in the front. "Just give YĆ«ji back!"
"Let me bring it out of you then."
It's obvious to you now that both of them have their preferences in terms of fucking you. While YĆ«ji prefers that both of you are staring at one another and lose each other together in the art of fuckery, Sukuna does anything with you so long as either his dick or mouth is inside of you.
Sukuna lies down and pulls you up until your cunt is angled to his face. You grip the headboard for support, but then you realize that his hold on you is steady and firm. You aren't swaying even when he blows a warm bubble of air directly to your dripping mound.
Then, with his hold tightening, he buckles you down to his mouth and eats you out.
"Ah, Sukuna!" You squawk, gripping his hair. You hear the wet squelches you make from his tongue.
"You're learning." He commends. The deep gravel of his voice vibrates past your pubic hairs and sends you a jolt of pleasure that goes straight to your spine.
And just as when you are once again teetering on the edge of another orgasm, he unexpectedly stops with a loud popping sound and watches your reaction.
You try to move, yet he keeps you at bay.
Of course, King of Curses be damned, when you're this high in being so aroused and utterly fucked by not one but two of them, the consequences of your actions are the least of your concerns. And not even someone who's feared by all is going to stop you.
You swat his hands that are holding you away and rock yourself against his mouth. He teasingly fights for control, but you pin his hands above his head. A spark in his gaze tells you he's enjoying this bit.
Your hair hits his nose and grazes the top of his lips â but you hardly care. If YĆ«ji doesn't care that you're growing your own little forest down there, surely Sukuna wouldn't either. And if he does, then that isn't your problem. He can return your lover to you and fuck off.
You're in a fit of moans and shameless whines, as you ride your pleasure away.
"Open yourself wider for me." He speaks quietly.
Your hands release their hold on him, and you reach down to spread your labia open. He sniffs you obscenely loud, then he seizes your pearl between his teeth, rolls it around torturously, and licks you hard. Instinctively, you buck your hips down on him.
Sukuna pulls a few strands of your pubic hair; it's painful, but it does the trick when you finally squirt all over his face.
Sukuna's control weakens again, and you realize YĆ«ji's coming back. You laugh deliriously, because any person would be wondering what on earth is happening. Never have you thought that both of them would â
"Aw, baby," YĆ«ji coos. "You taste so good."
"YĆ«ji," you call out tiredly.
"Are you tired? We can stop, baby. It's okay."
"No, I want you to fuck me. Please, baby? I want you."
"I've been trying to all night, but someone just keeps â"
"Lift her, brat."
Your eyes widen when you see Sukuna's smile appearing on YĆ«ji's left cheek.
"Shut up!" YĆ«ji slaps himself.
"She will love it. Lift her. Or I will be taking over."
YĆ«ji snarls a curse or two, but obeys nonetheless. He hasn't had his own proper share of fill with you yet, thanks to some bastard.
He hefts you up with your back pressed securely against his chest, his arms cage you so that even if you move, squirm, or wiggle your ass against his throbbing, veiny cock, YĆ«ji promises you within his hold that you will not be dropped.
"Fold her and raise her legs."
"Baby, I just want to ask if that's all right." He grinds himself to your ass.
"Yes! Fuck yes, YĆ«ji! Just do it! Hurry up and fuck me already before he switches with you again!"
YĆ«ji groans. He raises both of your legs until his head is placed between them, and then his dick slides back into your entrance fluidly.
You become a sobbing mess for him.
"Did I ever tell you how glad I am that you're so flexible?" YĆ«ji kisses your collarbone. "You're so hot, being folded like this."
In and out. In and out does the motion go. Regardless of whether you're exhausted or not, YĆ«ji's stamina is unbecoming.
Your eyes roll back, your tongue lolls out, and all you can respond to YĆ«ji or Sukuna or even both at this point â you don't care anymore who is fucking you â are all the jumbled slurs of their names, of you begging, of you wanting more, and more, and so much more.
"Enchain."
"Su â kuna,"
"Submit to me, little one. Submit."
"I submit. I submit! I submit!"
"Let that shadow brat hear you against the walls. I bet he's enjoying hearing you right now, too. My vessel is pretty turned on by what's happening; heâs not even complaining about the switch."
"Ah! Mpmh! Ah!"
"What is the matter? Where are your words?"
"Mmmh,"
"Oh? Are you enticed by the mere idea that somebody else, who is neither me nor your brat, is hearing you being fucked too good?"
"Nng â mphm â I â"
Sukuna pinches your cheeks and angles you enough to look at him.
"Speak."
"Y-Yes! I love this!"
"Well done. Rub yourself. The brat won't stop talking my fucking ear out, so do it for him. I do intend, however, to make you come before he takes control again."
You nod numbly.
"Do not stop until you have come, you have squirted, or you have fainted. I care little what comes first or if all comes together.â Sukuna licks the spot where he's marked you. "If you had been born in the era that I was, I would've taken you as my â"
"I-I'm coming!" You pull hard at his pink hair for support.
"Then come, little one. Come as much as you want."
For the last time tonight, Sukuna's control wavers. But before he returns to his realm, you swear you feel the ghost of his lips caressing the side of your face like a lover he didn't mean to find.
"I got you," YĆ«ji whispers, "I got you. Just keep coming, baby. That's it. You're my good girl. You did so well. So perfect."
YĆ«ji, with his dick still inside of you, slowly lowers you to the bed, tucks a stray strand of loose hair behind your ear, and nuzzles you comfortingly. "How are you feeling?"
"Baby," you try to speak, "too full."
"I'm nearly there. Can you handle one more? For me? Can you, darling?"
"Okay."
"That's my girl." After several pumps and his own release, YĆ«ji finally pulls himself out. "Just rest for now. You're probably too tired."
Without looking at him, you quietly ask, "Sorry, was it . . . too weird for you?"
"I was surprised that it wasn't . . ." He admits, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
Clearing your throat, you reach out for his hand. "Think we can do it again another time?"
"Baby, I thought you'd never ask." YĆ«ji teases lightly. "But maybe we need to set ground rules. Wouldn't wanna complicate things, y'know."
"Hmm, true."
With what's left of your energy, you manage to kiss the tip of his nose before burying yourself into his warm embrace.
You pat the sheets. "Ugh, we need to do laundry tomorrow. Maybe before we go on the mission. Your bed smells."
"Hey! This is all from you, I hope you know." He pauses. "Wait, I like it. Can't I keep it for one more day?"
"Ew. No."
"Didn't hurt to ask . . ."
"Okay," you tap his arm to let you go, "gotta pee before I get an infection."
"Yeah, okay,"
The calm silence between you two doesn't last long when someone bangs against the door angrily, and you hear Megumi's voice calling out to you and YĆ«ji.
And Sukuna. You might as well drag him with you, too.
Megumi also must've summoned his dog because you hear a couple of growls and something scratching the bottom of the door.
"Whatever orgy you all are doing in there, take it elsewhere next time!"
for the premise of this fic, "enchain" is not going to be a one-time used deal between sukuna and modulo!yĆ«ji â i need it to be used multiple times just for the plot đ
Phainon but he just loveeeesssss having you on his lap. Loves lifting you in any form, really. Heâs a little bit of a show off in that way, picking you up with just one arm and parading you about Okhema like it is his proudest accomplishment. Yet, his favorite remains having you sat upon his lap.
So many ways to do it, and so many scenarios which itâs appropriate to do so. (Is there really, Phainon?) There is, of course, the classic and most publicly appropriate in which you settle yourself diagonally across his lap. Itâs not the most comfortable for him, he has to remain a stiff and sturdy seat, but thatâs no worry for the Deliverer of Okhema!
There is also the single thigh, another that he pulls out often. He has to support the whole of your weight in this one, which he much prefers. He also gets a wonderful feel of your plush tummy and thighs without others giving him looks for it. Well, others who donât know him. Well enough, that is.
He occasionally even has you sit between his legs, leaving enough room for your rear to slot right against his crotch. This one⊠isnât pulled out often for numerous reasons. Mostly because it gets him too excited, but also because itâs lacking most of his favorite parts of you being in his lap. Particularly the sitting on him one.
The favorite, though, he cannot do in public for fear of Aglaeaâs wrath. Not that he cares for sharing your visage in intimacy with others in the first place, but it does make him sad he canât have you as he likes all the time.
Nothing is more intimate than having you above him, thighs shaking, as he guides you to sit upon him. A ruler to their throne, he likes to say, there is no seat in Okhema more suitable for you. Those terrible, strong hands of his are deceptively kind as he eases you onto him. Careful not to push too far, supporting your weight until you can take him to the hilt.
Even then, the ride is hardly his favorite part â not that he can say heâs not a fan. Truthfully, what Phainon loves the most about having you on his lap, facing him? He can kiss you as much as he pleases. He could care less about the way you clench around him, or the shake in your legs as you come undone. Any man could do so, any man could pretend to care for a night then disappear, and you know this too.
That is why your kiss, the slotting of your lips against his is more intimate than any position he could have you in. It is a promise of devotion, a reminder that you have chosen him. Through millions of cycles, spanning endless choices, you have always chosen him. Those lips of yours have only chosen to touch his, and they will only ever choose him.
So, yes, Phainon loves having you in his lap for endless reasons. To show off, to proclaim, to pleasure. Yet, in that big heart of his, the only good reason to have you there is to reseal your promise to each other. Again and again and again, until Amphoreus breaks into a new dawn.
