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him gaining a bit of happy relationship weight and doesn't notice until he goes for his physical and steps on the scale and its higher than it was last time. he goes home to jack trying to hide how dejected he was about it, but jack notices. he always notices. he tries to pry it out of him but he can't get robby to budge. he knows what it is but he needs robby to say it.
and it finally comes out of him when they're in bed and jack tries to angle him to face the mirror. and robby fights him hard, pushing at his hands, trying to get away from the reflection of himself.
do with this what you will, I dont know if its anything
“Jack,” Robby protests, when Jack moves him to face the mirror. “I don’t—“
“No, I want you to see what I see, which is the most handsome man in the world,” Jack says, running his hands over Robby’s front. “Just look at yourself, baby. You’re telling me that all of this is mine?”
He whistles, cuddling up to Robby’s back. “This fat cock is mine, too? I get to have it whenever I want?” He cups it and starts stroking it. Robby chokes on air, blushing g looking away.
“I’m so lucky,” Jack repeats, kissing his cheek.
“You’re crazy,” Robby laughs, but lets Jack keep touching and fondling and stroking him, squeezing and loving on him exactly the way he wants.
jack and robby are playing orgasm chicken. they're sitting in front of each other jerking off and edging until they melt into goo but they refuse to cum until the other does. maybe one of them plays dirty , or maybe one's orgasm sneaks up on them, whatever you want to do hehehe...
- 📀
“Bet you won’t come first,” Jack says, even though he’s biting his lip and struggling to keep from moaning as he works a hand over himself.
“Shut up,” Robby groans, head leaned back, naked like Jack is, trying to hold on and not come. They’ve been reading and edging and trying to resist forever now, but they can’t hold on forever. But they both refuse to give in first.
“What did we say the bet was?” Robby pants. “For the loser?”
At this point, Jack is delirious with pleasure and will do or say anything to just come, but he makes himself answer Robby. “Don’t remember.”
“Fuck, Jack, the way your abs are clenching…”
“You like looking at me, do you?” Jack asks with a grin, arching his back a little. He can’t take his eyes off Robby and the way he’s fondling his cock.
“Yeah,” Robby manages, backing off. They’re not done teasing yet.
first titus post !! (i still need to watch RON2 so sorry if this is wrong but it’s just a random thought that popped into my head) but anyways…
i feel like titus & reader would be SO feral for each other. almost like a morticia & gomez type relationship. titus absolutely worships the ground reader walks on.
he probably meets them during a hunt, one of the last people standing. but when he finally gets to them they aren’t scared, but there’s rather desire in their eyes—intention. strong & almost feral as they stare titus down. so he doesn’t kill them, instead he proposes.
from then on they’re practically inseparable; connected at the hip and absolutely distraught when they aren’t together. reader hanging off of titus’ arm during meetings, dinners, parties, whatever it is. he adores it.
much to everyone’s dismay; they aren’t shy about affection either. titus would have reader up against the wall or in his lap, mid make-out session; titus teasing reader—making them almost beg to be kissed.
titus would be open mouthed, hovering over reader’s neck; breath fanning over their skin as he dips his head down before trailing back up towards their face—eyes guiding him before he really knows where he’s going.
reader would pull him closer, till he’s almost touching their forehead with his. eyes full of lust as they speak; “kiss me. it’s torture titus.”
titus would smirk softly, still hovering; “the only real torture would be living without you, my love.”
then he finally gives in, reconnecting his lips with theirs; hands in his hair as they bite at each other’s lips. not even caring if they’re drawing blood, if anything it just adds to their eternal desire for each other.
and what if i said this is dad!robby at his daughter’s graduation ceremony knowing her graduation present is going to be her finally getting his cock that night….who said that???
18+ cw: incest, p in v, falling into subspace, robby and his daughter being disgustingly in love
wc: 1.7k
robby couldn't be prouder: his precious girl is graduating summa cum laude from the university of pittsburgh with her bachelors in nursing.
after high school, she'd had her pick of the litter for colleges. but when she got that acceptance email from uPenn-- her dream school-- she took one look at robby and declined the offer, instead choosing to live at home with her father and attend university in town.
and robby had never loved her more than he did in that moment. until her graduation day came.
he'd been handshaking with her friends' parents before the ceremony, sharing congratulations amongst each other, when one of the mothers asked him what kind of celebration he had planned for afterwards.
"ah, it's a secret," robby chuckled. "i'm taking her to dinner, and then i've got a present waiting at home that she's wanted for a long time."
one of the other fathers pats him on the back. "new ride?" he suggests.
robby fights a grin. "something like that."
he tunes out most of the ceremony, but takes hundreds of pictures of her crossing the stage.
as the students file out of the stadium after the ceremony, her friends go off to find their boyfriends. when his girl sees him standing there waiting for her, she takes off, running so fast that her delicate stilettos fly right off her feet, ultimately flinging herself into his arms, barefooted and shrieking with joy.
"you did it, pumpkin!" robby kisses her forehead. "oh, i'm so proud of you!"
"daddy," she whines, "i just graduated. give me a real one."
"all your friends are here, honey," robby reminds her. "i didn't wanna embarrass you."
"you could never embarrass me," his daughter murmurs, pulling him down into a kiss right there on the lawn, in front of god and everybody.
she wraps her arms around his neck, working his mouth open with her own, and letting one of her bare feet pop up behind her as she practically hangs off his tall shoulders. it's a proper hollywood movie kiss that attracts more than a few stares.
this was nothing new.
robby had let them mess around and kiss as much as her little heart desired for a few years now, but he had always stopped her short of touching his cock. she'd seen it plenty of times while changing or bathing together, but he'd never let her go below the belt. he'd eat her out as much as she wanted, let her fuck his fingers, but no getting his cock involved.
once upon a time, robby had a hangup: messing around with your daughter is just messing around, but letting her touch his cock would mean capital "I" Incest. that doesn't matter to him anymore-- his baby girl is his soulmate, no ifs ands or buts about it.
robby pulls back from the kiss just before she can slip her tongue down his throat.
"i wasn't done," she grumbles, pulling him back in.
"slow down, cowgirl," robby chuckles, putting a hand over her mouth. "i wanna get us on the road so i can give you your present."
"fine," she relents, giving him one last peck before taking his hand and walking to the parking lot.
robby takes her to the nicest, swankiest restaurant downtown. they chat over fancy dishes he can't pronounce while his daughter drapes herself over him, practically sitting on his lap were it not for the chair arms obstructing the way.
"you wanna try to guess what your present is, sweetheart?" robby asks between feeding her bites of his crème brûlée.
"mmm," she hums, "a pony?"
robby makes a gameshow buzzer sound. "try again."
"a honeymoon bungalow in bora bora?" she accepts another bite from his spoon.
"wrong, but a good idea. i'll file that away for another time."
she looks up at him through her lashes. "special pajamas?" she says coquettishly.
robby nips at her ear. "we're in public, naughty girl," he rumbles.
"you're no fun," his daughter huffs, tugging at his lapels. "i give up. i wanna go get my present."
"alright, brat. i'll get the check."
robby drives home with a hand on her thigh, giving her a squeeze every now and then. he likes watching her squirm, knowing how wound up she is after teasing him all day long-- especially considering what was coming for her once they cleared the front door.
his daughter bounds out of the car as soon as it's parked, coming to a halt at the door.
"slow down," robby calls after her, "i'm coming."
when they get inside, she whirls around to face him in excitement. "okay, where's the present?" she grins.
robby takes both her hands in his. "well, pumpkin, what's dad's one and only rule for us when we have special time?"
"no touching below dad's belt," she mutters. then, the realization hits her, and her eyes grow as big as saucers. "daddy- do you mean... is that my present? i can touch it tonight?"
"not just tonight," he taps her chin. "from now on, you can have my cock whenever you want, however you want."
her jaw practically hits the ground. "really?!" she squeaks in amazement.
"yes, really," robby chuckles.
in an instant, his daughter is on him like a feral cat in heat, mouthing at his lower abdomen as she tries to undo the fly of his suit pants.
"ah- hold on. bedroom," robby orders. "doing it standing up is hard on your old man's bad back."
she practically hauls him to the master bedroom -- their bedroom, it has been for a while now-- and nearly rips her dress peeling it off her body in record time.
robby sits on the mattress, placing tender kisses along her chest. "you worked so hard for that diploma, baby girl. i'm so proud of you."
she whines in appreciation, pulling his face up to kiss her as she climbs into his lap. she unzips his fly, rooting around in his pants to grasp his shaft and bring it out.
when her hand touches his cock, she almost gasps. "dad, it feels so big," she mumbles into his mouth. "it looks big, but it feels bigger."
"you scared, sweetiepie?" robby asks. "we don't need to do this tonight, if you're not ready--"
"no!" she growls. "no way. i can do it. besides, i've been wet since dinner."
"i know, pumpkin, but it's more than being wet," robby gently explains. "your hole needs to be soft and ready to take me. it's gonna hurt a little the first time."
"i don't care, i want my dad inside me. please, please dad, please, please..." she's reduced to begging, mouthing at the fabric shoulder of robby's button-up.
robby slips a hand between her legs and gives her clit a quick swipe to test the water. his hypothesis is confirmed: she's practically dripping.
"babydoll, i know you're raring to go, but i'm gonna put you on my fingers first," he explains.
"i don't need it," she sobs into his neck. "please daddy. i've waited so long to do this with you. wanna feel it all, even the hurt."
as blissed out on hormones as she is, it's quite a touching sentiment to robby. "my angel," he kisses her forehead. "promise you'll tell me to stop if it's too much?"
she nods, clearly desperate to do anything for it.
robby lays her down on the mattress, lining up to her entrance. "alright baby, take a deep breath in with me right here-" he instructs, inhaling with her, "-and breath out," he gently sinks the tip of his cock inside her.
it's clear on her face when the head breeches her hole. her mouth goes slack, eyes going a little hazy and unfocused. but she's still relaxed around him, which is a good sign.
"how's that feel?" robby asks.
all she can manage is a plea for "more."
robby obliges, letting her slowly, agonizingly sink down the full length of his cock. to his surprise, she was right-- she took his whole length like a champ.
she's left half-catatonic, drooling profusely with tears leaking from her eyes. "dada... dada... ah.... s'full dada," she mumbles out.
damn, she hasn't called me dada since she was in diapers, robby thinks. her brain must be resetting, her father's dick having pressed some button inside her that reduced her back to some base instinct.
"yeah?" he coos. "is dada filling you up, baby girl? is your sweet hole all stuffed?"
she merely stares blankly in response, her bottom lip trembling pathetically. she's completely whited out with pleasure. her cunt flutters involuntarily around him, causing robby to groan.
"gonna go out, then back in, okay?" he says, not bothering to wait for her answer seeing as her brain can't compute at the moment.
when he begins to move inside her, she seems to become slightly lucid again. "hi, sweet girl," robby coos, gently moving in and out of her. "are you back with daddy?"
"dada," she cries, "dada."
robby grinds to a halt. "are you hurting? does your kitty hurt, honey?"
he quickly realizes stopping was the wrong call-- she begins wailing when she realizes he's halfway out of her. "dada, want dada," she sobs.
"okay, sweetpea, i'm sorry," robby soothes her as he begins moving again and he tears subside. "there we go. daddy's cock, back where it belongs, huh?"
robby notices her mouth moving, apparently on subconscious instinct. he slips his thumb past her lips, which she accepts and happily nurses on. "oh there we go, all better," robby kisses her forehead. "poor baby. all cockdrunk on just a little taste of daddy."
his daughter's gleaming eyes gaze up at him with adoration bordering on worship, and that's enough to tip him over the edge of his orgasm, coming inside her for the first time.
she keeps nursing on his thumb as he settles them agains the headboard, gathering her into his arms.
"oh sweet girl," robby murmurs. "you got your daddy wrapped around that little finger of yours."
a little smile peeks out from the lips wrapped around robby's thumb, and robby knows he's sunk.
he takes out his phone, looking up the soonest flights to bora bora.
Noah wyle could come out and say “i love my cast, i support my cast, past and present.” And people would still shit on him bc everyone lost fucking common sense and choose to be stupid
Some things need to be learned anew after great hardships, but it's always easier to go through everything with someone by your side.
... Even if that someone happens to be a mentally unstable and probably overworked resident called Robby.
But hey, no matter how complicated or cloudy things may seem, there's always a sunrise worth fighting for.
I wish I had the skill to write fanfics... I would be unstoppable! Sadly, I am, in fact, stoppable, so for now, telling my little headcanon stories will have to happen through pictures.
Description- What happens when Jack's wife returns from the bar bathroom and finds another woman with her hands on her husband
CW- reader is jealous as all hell, another character attempts infidelity, Jack has a damn good time, casual and not literal mention of violence, takes place in a bar, implied alcohol consumption
AN- This spawned into existence while I was waiting to pick up my gal from the dentist. It's by far the shortest thing I've ever written, but I usually struggle with length anyway (that's what she said)
You’d be an idiot if you thought it would never happen. That no one would ever see Jack Abbot, the handsome, muscular man with beautiful steady eyes and a heart you couldn’t help but trust the first time he smiled, and wish that they had him for themselves.
You knew it happened, that people gave him a second glance when they passed him on the street, subtly looking him over head to toe and admiring the nice shape of him, the way he moved with quiet confidence, not taking up more space than he needed to make a show of himself like some did. He was handsome, he was attractive, he was beautiful and sexy and cute all rolled into one. You knew these things, and you knew others would too. How could they not?
That didn’t make it any easier to see as you returned from the bar bathroom.
The woman was standing between your stool and Jack’s at the bartop, a hand resting lightly on his shoulder as she tossed her head back in a laugh. Her chocolate curls fell down to her shoulders, catching the dim bar lighting and shining like a rich sleek metal as it moved.
Something in your stomach twisted, something dark and ugly that you didn’t care to think about, filling you with an undeserved surge of anger. You wanted to smack her hand away from him, to yell in her face to back off.
The black metal band on his finger was clear as day. You could see it from nearly across the room, glinting in the hanging lights where his weathered hand wrapped around his lowball tumbler. She must have been able to see it with how intently she gazed at him, drinking him in as if she’d never seen a man before.
That made it all the worse. Accidents happened, a stumble turning into brushed shoulders that could be laughed off, but this, this, was purposeful. It was a choice she was making, to cozy up to Jack, to not look at his wedding band as if it would merely poof out of existence.
Fuck that.
You were storming over before you realized it.
Jack’s face lit up as he spotted you, still a few feet away.
“There’s my girl,” he greeted warmly. His arm was outstretched, welcoming you against his side, the spot by your stool still occupied by the pretty brunette woman who’d had her hands all over him.
“Hi, baby,” you said sweetly, stepping into his embrace and leaning even closer, one hand cupping his cheek to steady him as you kissed him deeply. He made a small sound of surprise in the back of his throat, but kissed you back without hesitation, his arm wrapping further around you to hold you close. His eyes were dark when you parted, a faint questioning look passing behind them as you grinned at him coyly, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
“Making friends?” you asked lightly, settling yourself sideways on his lap, making sure to favor his good leg before you pressed one more kiss to his temple, your fingers combing through the thick curls at the back of his head. When you turned to face the woman, smiling overly sweetly at her, you felt a sick twinge of satisfaction to see the way her lips pursed together tightly.
“Sweetheart, this is Jessie,” Jack introduced, gesturing to the woman. His words lilted with faint humor, like he was watching his favorite reality show and the drama had just gotten good. “She was just complimenting my shirt.”
You laughed weakly. Of course she was. Just the thick flannel, surely it had nothing to do with the way he filled it out with his broad shoulders and thick, bulging biceps.
“It looks like really good quality,” Jessie said, desperately trying to sound neutral. “What is it, cotton?”
Jack hummed, looking to you with a faint smirk. “I wouldn’t know,” he admitted. “This one bought it for me.” His arm tightened around you for a moment, giving you a slight squeeze.
You frowned, your hand running up and down his chest to feel the fabric as you thought. She wasn’t wrong, it really was a good shirt. You’d always loved the soft feel of it under your hands when you ran your hands over his shoulders, sometimes bunching the fabric in your fists when he caught you off guard with an especially deep kiss.
“I don’t remember.” You chuckled, giving her an easy smile. “Guess I’ll have to check later when he takes it off.”
Jessie nodded once in silent understanding, swallowing thickly before she picked up her drink from the counter. It was so close to the one you’d left Jack to look over for you that it had left a ring of condensation on the edge of the napkin you used as a coaster.
“Right, well, I guess I’ll leave you to it,” she said, doing her best to paste on a cheerful smile to match her overly chipper tone. Her words sounded hollow, her finger tracing the rim of her glass as her eyes moved between you and Jack.
You only nodded, giving her an almost sympathetic smile to watch her go from your perch on Jack’s lap, fingers still twirling through his curls in a way you knew from countless hours curled up together that he loved. You picked up your own glass to sip, and Jack had to duck his head into the crook of your neck to muffle the sudden laugh he let slip at the way her eyes widened when she saw your wedding ring.
A flicker of pride went through him, glad that even after so long together, he had made the right choice that day. Hours of designing had gone into your set of rings, months spent deliberating every curve of the band and cut of the stone before he finally showed you, wanting to make every detail perfect for you, to give you something as beautiful as you were that you would never want to take off. And you never did.
“Have a good night, Jessie!” you called as she retreated.
Jack gave you a warm look when she was out of earshot, dark hazel eyes trailing over your face like he wanted to catch every detail of it.
“You handled that mildly,” he drawled, amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. His eyes glimmered, the corners creasing the way they always did, bearing the weight of his hidden smile for him.
You laughed, adjusting your position on his lap to wrap both arms behind his neck.
“Careful, Jack,” you teased. “I might think you liked seeing me all possessive.”
He only hummed, the deep vibration carrying through his chest and into your side pressed against it, lifting one shoulder before letting it down into a small shrug.
“You expect me to be upset to have you all over me, playing with my hair?” He gave you a cocky smirk, gaze lowering for just a moment to your lips before flicking back up. Your breath caught, and he noticed, head tilting slightly as he looked up at you through his lashes that had no business being so thick.
“Thought for a moment you might smash a bottle over her head,” he continued, though his voice had dropped. His hand gripped your thigh, pulling you higher up his lap as he adjusted how he sat on the barstool. It couldn’t have been comfortable for him, but he was far from complaining. “That what you want, honey? Me having to stitch her up?”
The thought of his hands on her made you angry enough to bite your tongue.
“That’s exactly why I didn’t,” you pointed out smugly, nestling even closer until the tip of your nose brushed the bridge of his. “I’d much rather keep you as my private doctor, Jack.”
He laughed through his nose, his unblinking gaze meeting yours without dropping. “I’ll be your anything, baby, but I don’t think I should be your doctor.”
You rolled your eyes, giving his scruffy cheek a kiss before fully melting against him, nuzzling into the side of his neck.
“Have it your way then. I’ll just make Robby my emergency contact.”
organising the bachelorette ✓ calming the bride ✓ not fucking the best man ✓
wc: 6.7k
tags: texting, gentleman jack abbot, maid of honour!reader, slowish burn, eventual smut, dating, unprotected p in v, fingering, blowjobs, no age gap mentioned
The wedding had come around far quicker than you expected.
Your best friend had been dreaming about this day since she was fifteen, long before there’d ever been a ring on her finger. She’d planned the dress, decided on the venue and even had opinions on the hors d’oeuvres that would be passed around on silver platters during the reception. By the time her fiancé proposed, she already had a guest list tucked away somewhere and at least three pinterest boards dedicated to centrepieces alone.
So, really, you shouldn’t have been surprised when she ran the wedding like a military operation.
As her maid of honour, you’d been promoted to second-in-command. There were group chats for every task, weekly coffee dates spent debating whether the invitations should be cream or ecru, despite the fact they looked exactly the same, and enough colour-coded spreadsheets to make a project manager weep with pride. She may as well have handed you a headset and started calling you Monica Gellar.
Not that you minded.
You happily accompanied her to cake tastings and offered diplomatic advice when seating plans threatened to reignite decade-old family feuds. Being maid of honour wasn’t just a title to you. It was a responsibility, and you intended to do it properly.
Still, even you had to admit she’d gone a little overboard when your phone buzzed with a notification announcing you’d been added to your seventh WhatsApp group.
bridesmaids x groomsmen 🤍
Apparently this one existed solely to pair everyone up before the wedding.
You frowned at the screen.
It wasn’t exactly as though you needed weeks of preparation to walk down an aisle beside someone. Surely introducing yourselves five minutes before the ceremony would suffice. Clearly not.
Five minutes later a lengthy message from Katy appeared...
hey all! we're only a week away from the big day, so you know what that means… time for matchmakers! 💍
i've dropped a list below of all you lovely bridesmaids and your corresponding groomsmen. i'm pretty sure most of you know each other already, but if not, pleeease make sure you have a chat before next weekend. i don’t want any awkwardness down the aisle!!!
love you all! xoxo katy 💋
A laugh escaped you. Trust Katy to treat introductions like another item on the wedding itinerary.
You didn't have to look far for your name, sat in bold at the very top with MOH next to it. Cute.
Your gaze drifted across the page to the name beside yours.
jack - BM
You frowned again. Katy had said everyone already knew each other.
You didn’t know a Jack.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you tapped on the name to open his contact.
Nothing. No profile picture. No status. Just a phone number and one solitary word.
Jack.
Helpful. You tilted your head at the screen.
“Who… are you?” you murmured to yourself.
For someone important enough to be the best man, he was remarkably mysterious.
You tried to think back to any mention of a Jack. High school? University? Work? Somewhere in passing over the years? But Katy and Matt collected friends wherever they went, the sort of couple who could strike up a conversation in a queue and leave with an invitation to dinner. Jack could’ve been anyone.
Eventually, you decided it wasn’t really your problem.
You’d introduce yourself before the ceremony, exchange the obligatory pleasantries, walk down the aisle together and that would be that.
Your phone buzzed before you’d even set it back down.
An unsaved number. Curiosity won.
Hi. Katy’s orders. Apparently we’re supposed to become friends before next Saturday?
I’m Jack
A smile tugged at your lips.
wow… you’re real
The reply came almost instantly.
Jack:
Last time I checked
Although Katy’s got enough spreadsheets to convince me we’re all just NPCs in this wedding
A laugh escaped you.
So, he was funny.
You saved his contact, half expecting a profile picture to magically appear. But nothing. No photo. No status. Just Jack.
The mystery lived on.
honestly, maid of honour duties are keeping me up at night
Jack:
Can’t say Matt’s got me working quite as hard. Guess I lucked out?
if u fancy swapping the suit for a bridesmaid’s dress, i'm sure we could come to some sort of arrangement...
Jack:
I’m in.
You smiled to yourself.
As first conversations went, this one was surprisingly easy. There was none of the awkward small talk Katy had clearly been trying to avoid. Instead, every message seemed to slot another tiny piece into the image you’d started building in your head.
Funny. Quick-witted. Entirely faceless.
so… how do you know matt anyway?
bit surprised i've never heard of you before today, considering you’re the best man
A typing bubble appeared and disappeared.
Then came his reply.
Jack:
Ouch. That stings a little
You grinned.
Jack:
Kidding. Honestly, I was surprised too. Thought his brother would’ve got the gig
Another pause.
Jack:
I’ve only known him a couple of years. Helped him out after he had that accident a while back
You frowned at the screen.
That accident.
That was one way of putting it.
It's been a horrific three-car pile up. Matt had been trapped behind the steering wheel while emergency services fought to free him. He’d spent weeks in hospital recovering, and afterwards Katy never stopped talking about the guy who’d pulled him from the wreckage, kept him alive until the ambulance arrived and refused to leave his side.
She’d called him a miracle more than once.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.
wait
you're that guy
There was a brief pause before his reply arrived.
Jack:
That guy?
the guy who literally stopped matt from dying
Jack:
Guilty as charged
You stared at the screen for a moment.
Well that certainly explained the best man title.
From everything Katy had told you, Matt had made a point of staying in touch after he recovered. What had started as gratitude had slowly turned into an unlikely friendship, one that had clearly become important enough for Jack to be standing beside him on his wedding day.
jesus didn't realise i was texting a real-life hero
His reply appeared almost immediately.
Jack:
Not a hero. Just a doctor :)
It should’ve sounded unbearably cheesy but instead, it was somehow the most impressive thing you’d heard all week.
Another piece of the Jack-shaped puzzle quietly clicked into place.
You woke early the next morning, rolling over to savour the last few peaceful minutes before your alarm dragged you into the day.
More out of habit than expectation, you reached for your phone.
No new messages.
You weren’t sure why that disappointed you.
Last night’s conversation with Jack had been… nice. Surprisingly easy. The kind of conversation that left you smiling at your screen without really noticing.
You slipped your phone back onto the bedside table and got on with your morning, went to work and about your business.
By 10:30, you’d almost forgotten about it.
Then your phone buzzed.
Jack:
Morning
A second message followed almost immediately.
Jack:
Just remembered we’re supposed to spend an entire day together on Saturday
A smile found its way onto your face before you’d even started typing.
bit late to back out now…
His reply came within seconds.
Jack:
Shame. I was hoping you’d be unbearable so I’d have an excuse
You huffed a laugh.
give me time x
The tiny blue haha reaction popped up above your message.
Well. At least he appreciated your sense of humour.
Jack:
I was going to say… we’re spending a whole day together and I don’t actually know much about you
You have my story
hardly!
Jack:
Well the important bits
You rolled your eyes.
what, that you’re a doctor who saves lives? very impressive but limited I'm afraid
i'm going to need more than that
Jack:
Alright then. What do you want to know?
You didn’t even have to think about it.
first celebrity crush. fave drink. best holiday you’ve ever been on. go
The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
Jack:
Sounds less like getting to know each other and more like you’re preparing for one hell of a date...
Heat crept into your cheeks despite yourself.
answer the questions!!!
Jack:
Sarah Connor
Saw Terminator at the cinema when I was about ten and thought she was the coolest person on Earth
You blinked. That wasn’t the answer you’d expected.
Jack:
Bourbon. I know, I’m painfully predictable
And Italy
Most beautiful place I’ve ever been
You smiled as you read each message, the puzzle coming together piece by piece.
Jack:
Your turn.
afraid i have a meeting now
you'll have to wait 🤗
Jack:
You're a cruel woman
By the time your meeting finally wrapped up, you’d forgotten all about your unfinished interrogation.
It wasn’t until you collapsed onto your sofa that evening, kicking your shoes off with a sigh, that your phone lit up once again.
Jack:
Right
I’ve waited long enough
Pay up
You frowned at the screen for a second before remembering.
Oh. The little Q&A you had going on before you had to slip off to work.
A grin spread across your face as you unlocked your phone.
demanding, aren’t we?
Jack:
I’ve been told patience is a virtue
Unfortunately I work in an emergency department, so mine’s been worn dangerously thin
You laughed.
fine 😤
celeb crush… orlando bloom but specifically POTC orlando bloom
His reply arrived before you could even start thinking about the next answer.
Jack:
The fuck is POTC? Did he have an illness?
You snorted.
pirates of the caribbean you idiot
😭😭😭
Jack:
Jesus I'm old
Anyway, next
...... wow
fave drink spicy marg, a classic?
then best vacation probably greece
went to a tiny island, all white buildings and clear ocean it was unbelievable
A minute passed before another message appeared.
Jack:
You strike me as someone who plans a vacation down to the minute....
You frowned.
excuse me?
Jack:
Colour coded itineries, packing half your closet, arriving to the airport four hours before your flight?
You stared at your phone in mild offence.
who have you been talking to?
Jack:
No one...
Lucky guess?
You were almost annoyed he had you figured out already.
three hours early
and the itinerary is only to get the most out of the vacation
everyone is grateful for it ok
A blue haha appeared over the middle text.
Jack:
Knew it
alright then, mr knows absolutely everything
tell me something about yourself i couldn’t POSSIBLY guess
The typing bubble must have stopped and appeared ten times before finally-
Jack:
I’ve never seen Titanic
Woah too far. Is this a red flag?
get out
Jack:
Never seen Star Wars either
i don't care about that one but titanic ???
where have you been
your name is literally jack did people not taunt you in the 90s
Jack:
They did and that's exactly why I haven't seen it
Fuck that movie, I've heard there was more than enough room on that door
The conversation drifted on from there. You told each other all the important stuff: Jack's first concert was Pearl Jam, the story where you totalled your first car at seventeen, how Jack is a military man but has a deadly hatred of fish.
You'd laughed hard at that. He got you back when you confessed once peed your pants at a Dairy Queen over the age of twenty. He asked for more details and you obviously declined.
Before long, another hour has passed. It felt strange, the idea that you were getting on so well with this man after a mere two days of texting.
You’d never met him.
You still had no idea what colour his eyes were, whether he was tall or short, whether he gestured when he talked or smiled with dimples or laugh lines.
And yet, somehow, the faceless contact labelled Jack was becoming the person you found yourself looking for whenever your phone buzzed.
T-minus four days until the wedding of the century.
When you’d first started texting Jack, it had been because Katy insisted the bridal party got acquainted before Saturday but now, neither of you had mentioned the wedding once.
Your phone buzzed just after seven.
Jack:
Morning
Hope your coffee’s better than mine...
A photo followed. The paper cup balanced on the nurses’ station looked as miserable as the coffee inside it probably tasted.
You laughed to yourself before replying with a picture of your own mug. Unlike his, yours was pink with little blue flowers painted around the rim.
Jack:
Much better
Jealous already
You didn’t know it, but Jack found himself smiling at his phone before he’d even looked at the mug. Instead, his eyes had landed on your hand wrapped around it, the neat manicure and silver rings on your fingers, the tiny glimpse into the life of someone he’d somehow become accustomed to talking to.
Wednesday slipped by in the same easy rhythm the last couple of days had settled into.
You learnt that Jack worked nights, meaning his first message usually arrived just as he was finishing his shift. Every morning you’d remind him that drinking coffee immediately before bed was a terrible idea.
Every morning he’d ignore you.
When you sent him a photo of the sandwich you’d picked up from the deli opposite your office, he told you it was his favourite lunch spot whenever he found himself nearby.
Later that evening, he sent a picture of his dinner.
The logo in the corner of the takeaway bag made you laugh.
no way. that's my favourite thai place!
Jack:
Good taste
i'd say the same to you
It was strange how often your lives seemed to overlap. Favourite cafés and the same takeaways. The same terrible habit of skipping lunch when work got busy.
None of it was particularly significant on its own, but each little coincidence felt like another thread quietly weaving the two of you together.
By the time evening rolled around and Jack was on shift, his messages became less frequent.
You understood that and yet you caught yourself glancing at your phone more often than you cared to admit, almost expecting it to light up.
By Thursday morning, reaching for your phone before you’d even opened the curtains had become second nature.
Usually, Jack beat you to it.
Today, he didn’t.
You decided to take advantage of the rare opportunity.
had the most boring evening last night because SOMEONE decided not to text me
You hit send before you could overthink it. Thirty minutes passed before your phone buzzed.
He was probably drifting in and out of sleep after another night shift.
Jack:
I can only apologise
Think half of Pittsburgh decided to walk into the ED last night
Your smile softened. It was easy to forget sometimes.
Over the past few days, Jack had become the man who complained about hospital coffee, debated which movies were actually classics and spammed your messages with a whole lot of Hahas.
Then he’d casually remind you that his day (or night) job involved keeping people alive.
It was… admittedly rather attractive.
suppose i'll forgive you
The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.
Think it means I owe you a drink?
You grinned.
at the free bar on saturday?
don't spend all your doctor money on me sir
Jack:
I wasn’t actually thinking about the wedding...
Your thumb hovered over the screen as you read the message again.
And then one more arrived.
That’s assuming you don’t hate me in person
If you don’t… I’d quite like to take you out properly
You stared at the words for a moment longer than you’d care to admit.
A week ago, Jack had been nothing more than a name in a WhatsApp group and now, somehow, the thought of meeting him had you smiling at your phone like an idiot.
Then you realised you hadn't replied.
The truth was, you didn’t know how.
One minute you were debating favourite vacations and celebrity crushes, the next Jack was talking about taking you on a date. It wasn’t exactly the direction you’d expected the conversation to take with a man you’d only known for four days and only through a phone screen.
Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. You typed then deleted it. Tried again and deleted that too.
Eventually, you settled on the approach that seemed to define the two of you best.
Light-hearted sarcasm.
bold of you to assume I’m even going to like you in person?
Jack:
I’m choosing to ignore that
A smile tugged at your lips.
you should x
Jack:
Good
Because I’d already started thinking about where I’d take you
You let out a quiet breath, suddenly very aware of the warmth spreading across your cheeks.
Before you could dwell on it too much, you steered the conversation back onto safer ground.
you're terrible at this flirting thing you know
Jack:
Who said I was flirting?
oh pleeeease
Jack:
Fine
Maybe a little
You spoke again that evening.
Jack was already back at work when another photo dropped into the chat. This one from the ambulance bay.
Darkness had settled over the hospital, the glow from the automatic doors spilling across the wet tarmac outside. He wasn’t in the picture, not really, but when you looked closer you caught the faintest reflection in the glass.
Just enough to make out the outline of his figure standing with one hand in his pocket.
A flash of metal hung around his neck, catching the fluorescent light. His stethoscope, you assumed.
looks exciting!
Jack:
Don’t jinx me
sorry
hope your evening is full of stubbed toes and minor headaches
A blue Haha reaction appeared before his reply.
Jack:
That’s oddly specific
i'm just trying to manifest an easy shift for you
Jack:
Much appreciated
The conversation drifted on long after that, jumping from one meaningless topic to the next any time he managed to sneak a break with his phone.
The last thing you sent him that night was a rambling commentary on the sitcom he’d admitted to watching whenever his head was too fried after work to concentrate on anything else.
You’d finally given it a go and apparently it did the trick.
Between the salon appointment, packing an overnight bag for the wedding hotel and making sure everything at work had been handed over before the weekend, there was plenty to do.
For the first time all week, you let yourself sleep in.
It was nearly nine thirty when you finally reached for your phone to see two unread voice notes from Jack. Both sent at 7:16 a.m.
A smile found you before you’d even pressed play.
Voice message (0:12)
“Just driving home from the hospital. Figured this was easier than texting…”
“You can thank me later for recommending that sleep-inducing TV show.”
You could hear the quiet hum of the engine beneath his voice, punctuated every now and then by the steady click of his turn signal.
For a moment, it felt strangely intimate. Like you were sitting in the passenger seat beside him.
The second voice note was even shorter.
Voice message (0:15)
“One more thing…”
There was a pause, as though he’d almost forgotten.
“Hope you’re wearing comfortable shoes tomorrow.”
You heard him laugh quietly to himself.
“Matt sent me the wedding playlist. I'm definitely stealing you for a dance.”
You replayed that one. Then, before you could stop yourself… you played it four more times.
You texted him back to tell him your heels were six inches high, but you’d endure the pain for him.
There was no reply.
Jack was almost certainly asleep by then, finally home after another night shift, so you slipped your phone into your bag and got on with your day.
There was plenty to keep you occupied.
You packed your overnight bag, headed to the salon for your hair appointment and fielded what felt like a hundred phone calls from Katy, each one another last minute check to make sure everything was exactly as she’d imagined.
Not that there was even much left to organise.
By that evening, you’d checked into the hotel where the bridal party would be staying. Tonight was reserved for celebratory drinks; tomorrow morning would begin before sunrise with hair, makeup and enough champagne to calm eight nervous women before the biggest day of Katy’s life.
Jack, meanwhile, slept through most of the afternoon and thankfully had the night off.
The last thing you wanted was for the best man to arrive straight from the ED looking as though he’d survived the apocalypse.
Matt had organised beers with the groomsmen instead, the plan being for them all to arrive fresh or fresh enough on Saturday morning.
Tomorrow.
The thought made your stomach flutter and now because of the wedding. Tomorrow, you’d finally see him. The anticipation was equal parts exciting and terrifying.
Your phone lit up later that evening.
Jack:
Think I’ve had enough sleep to last me a lifetime today
Consider my wedding prep complete
From your hotel room, you snapped a quick picture of your fresh manicure wrapped around the handle of your overnight bag.
mine too!
A moment later a little pink heart appeared on the picture and you paused. He’d never reacted to one of your pictures before.
Jack:
Is it crazy to say I’m really excited to see you tomorrow?
Your heart gave an inconvenient little flip even though you wanted to play this cool.
i have that effect on people
A few seconds passed before you sent another message.
but seriously… i'm excited to see you too
i's say we’ve followed katy's orders pretty well. hopefully we know each other well enough to survive walking down the aisle together
Somewhere along the way, you’d both forgotten this conversation had started because someone else told you to.
An hour later, you found yourself surrounded by six bridesmaids and one very emotional bride.
The hotel bar buzzed with conversation as spicy margs appeared one after another, glasses clinking together in toast after toast.
To Katy. To Matt. To the years that led them here.
Stories were shared, embarrassing memories dragged back into the light and every so often Katy dabbed at the corners of her eyes before insisting she absolutely wasn’t crying.
You were having a wonderful time.
Even so… your phone remained face up beside your glass.
Every time it lit up with Jack, you found yourself smiling before you’d even read the message.
You spent the evening updating each other from opposite sides of the wedding.
He complained about the groomsmen and you sent him photographs of increasingly chaotic bridesmaids.
He rated the beers. You rated the cocktails.
By the time midnight rolled around, you’d both had enough drinks that the conversation lost some of its usual sarcasm.
A new message appeared.
Jack:
There’s something I should probably tell you before tomorrow
Your smile faded.
Jack:
It’s always the awkward part of meeting someone new… but I’d rather you heard it from me than saw it
A knot tightened in your stomach. Your mind immediately leapt to every worst-case scenario imaginable. Secret girlfriend. Children. Something that would make the last week feel very different.
You swallowed.
okay…?
The typing bubble lingered for a long time.
Jack:
You know I was in the military. Two tours overseas
Well… I was medically discharged after I lost my leg
It’s amputated below the knee
I get around fine, but I limp if I’ve been on my feet too long
I just didn’t want tomorrow to be the first time you noticed
You stared at the screen. For reasons you couldn’t quite explain, your eyes stung. Not because it changed anything but because it didn’t.
You wished, more than anything, that he wasn’t several miles away.
jack :(
if you think that’s going to make me like you any less, you’ve got another thing coming
thank you for telling me. i can’t imagine that’s an easy conversation to have with someone you’ve only just met
if anything… i think you’re even braver than i already thought ❤️
His reply came almost instantly.
Jack:
First of all…
We’re not strangers anymore
You smiled.
Jack:
Secondly…
If I’d known losing a leg was worth a red heart, I’d have mentioned it on Monday
The laugh escaped before you could stop it and a few heads turned around the table.
“Sorry,” you grinned, quickly setting your phone face down. "Carry on.”
Champagne flutes filled, music drifted through the bridal suite and someone was already laughing before hair and makeup had even begun. Katy was first in the chair, as she’d insisted, while you floated between topping up glasses and making sure everyone had actually eaten something.
When she finally stepped into her dress, the room fell quiet.
You’d seen it at every fitting, pinned and clipped and half-finished, but nothing compared to seeing it now.
Pearls scattered delicately across her collarbones, the corseted bodice cinching perfectly at her waist before falling into a lace train that seemed to glide across the floor behind her.
For a moment, all you could do was look at your best friend.
“You are absolutely not crying before I walk down that aisle,” Katy warned, catching your expression in the mirror.
You laughed, blinking quickly.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m… emotional.”
She rolled her eyes affectionately.
“You’re going to ruin your makeup before I ruin mine.”
The bridesmaids slipped into sage green dresses that morning, soft satin catching the light as everyone fussed over zips, earrings and bouquets. Yours skimmed perfectly over your figure, the colour making your eyes appear brighter than usual.
The morning passed in a whirlwind and you barely looked at your phone. There simply wasn’t time.
Somewhere amongst the chaos, Jack arrived with the other groomsmen an hour before the ceremony, but the two of you remained on opposite sides of the hotel.
The calm disappeared as bouquets were handed out and the mother of the bride burst into tears.
As maid of honour, you became the unofficial shepherd, ushering everyone towards the courtyard before anyone had the chance to wander off.
Only when everyone was lined up did you finally stop moving.
You straightened Katy’s veil one last time, adjusted a bouquet and took a steadying breath.
A quiet cough sounded behind you.
“I’m looking for the maid of honour.”
The voice was instantly familiar. Youturned.
Oh. So this was Jack.
Silver threaded through dark hair, a perfectly tailored suit sitting effortlessly across broad shoulders, the sage green pocket square matching your dress exactly. A dusting of stubble framed a smile you’d already decided was dangerous.
He looked every bit as confident as he sounded over text. Maybe more.
His gaze met yours with unmistakable recognition, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flip.
“Heard I’ve got the best seat in the house,” he added. “Walking down the aisle with her.”
You smiled before you even realised you were doing it.
“Ah… my mystery man.”
Stepping towards him, you extended your hand.
“Nice to finally meet you.”
He looked at your hand, then back at you, a grin spreading across his face.
“I think we’ve earned more than a handshake.”
Even so, he took it. His hand was warm.
“Pleasure’s all mine.”
Before either of you could say another word-
“Places!” Katy’s wedding coordinator clapped her hands and everyone hurried into position.
Jack offered his arm without a word and you slipped yours through it instinctively before instrumental version of Bittersweet Symphony floated through the speakers.
You glanced sideways.
“Very Katy.”
He chuckled. “I was thinking exactly the same thing.”
Then the doors opened and you stepped forward together.
Petals lined the aisle, every familiar face turning to watch as you walked towards the ceremony.
Halfway down, Jack leaned in ever so slightly.
“And she thought this was going to be awkward.”
You laughed under your breath.
“Shows what she knows"
The ceremony passed in a blur.
You watched Katy and Matt exchange vows through misty eyes, smiling as Jack stepped forward to hand over the rings.
Every so often, you’d glance across the altar.
Every time, his eyes were already on you.
Then the reception arrived in a flurry of hugs, photographs and champagne.
You barely saw Jack for the next hour.
There were veils to collect, makeup to fix ans guests to direct. Only once everyone had settled into the reception room did you finally escape to the bar.
“Spicy margarita?”
You turned and smiled.
“You remembered. Bourbon?”
His smile widened. “You remembered too.”
The bartender slid both drinks across and for moment, neither of you spoke. You simply looked at each other.
“So?” Jack asked eventually.
“So?”
“Does the mystery man live up to expectations?”
You pretended to think about it.
“The jury’s still out.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Fair.”
“And what about you?”
He took a slow sip of bourbon.
“I think she’s even better than I imagined.”
Heat crept into your cheeks. Thankfully, the music swelled before you had to answer.
Jack set his glass down.
“Come on.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Dance floor.”
“Bossy.”
“So I’ve been told.”
You laughed and followed him anyway.
The song wasn’t anything special, just another upbeat wedding classic, but somehow that didn’t matter.
His hand settled carefully against your waist as yours rested on his shoulder. Your fingers intertwined.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” he admitted.
“What? The questionable DJ?”
His smile softened. “No.” His eyes held yours.“You.”
The word settled somewhere hot in your belly.
“You must’ve had a very quiet week.”
“I didn’t.”
“I know.”
He smiled again.
“I still meant it.”
You looked away, suddenly fascinated by the fairy lights overhead.
“You’re a good dancer.”
“I practised.”
“You practised?”
He shrugged. “Didn’t want to let you down.”
His thumb brushed absentmindedly against your waist and you felt your heart responde immediately.
Everything around you seemed to fade into the background. The music, conversations, clinking glasses.
There was only him.
His eyes drifted to your lips before meeting yours again. You smirked when you caught him.
“You’re even prettier than I pictured.”
Your breath caught.
“I could say exactly the same about you.”
He laughed quietly. “Best compliment I’ve had all month.”
Several songs later, applause interrupted as speeches were announced.
Reluctantly, you left the dance floor as champagne appeared in your hand and guests settled into their seats.
Then, without a word, warm fingers slipped between yours. You looked down. Jack gave your hand the gentlest squeeze before nodding towards the hallway.
Questioning, you followed.
The noise faded with every step until only distant laughter filtered through the closed doors behind you.
He stopped, turning to face you.
“Jack…” you whispered. “What are we doing? Katy’s going to come looking for us.”
He took one small step closer.
“I’ve wanted to do something for a while.” His eyes dropped briefly to your lips. “I just couldn’t do it in there.”
Your pulse hammered. “Yeah?”
His smile was almost imperceptible.
“Yeah.”
Jack closed the distance between you, soft lips grazing yours in a kiss that felt both so gentle and hot. His thick hands snaked around your waist, pulling your body in and he almost gasped when your fingers found his curls.
He pulled away slightly, forehead resting against yours, lips stained with the pale blush of your gloss and you could've sworn you heard him utter an almost silent fuck under his breath.
"Been thinking about that for too long." He confessed.
"So since Wednesday?" You jibed.
He shook his head, laughing softly.
The main doors burst open, music flooding the hall again.
"We better get back." You didn't want to. You could've stayed here all night with Jack, savouring his taste.
He reluctantly agreed, following you back inside.
The wedding was everything Katy had imagined it to be yet it had been even better for you.
Everyone grew drunk and leery, the music became more danceable and empty shots lay littered across white table cloths.
It was around 1am when Jack walked you to your room. You were tipsy, not drunk, swaying nicely through the hotel lobby with your heels hooked through your fingers.
You stood side by side in the elevator, watching the floors pass in silence, the brush of his arm against yours covered them in goosebumps.
Then you were there, outside your hotel room, fishing for the plastic key strewn into your clutch bag. The door flashed green as you swiped, pushing the handle to open it just a crack.
After everything you'd learnt about Jack, the thing that stood out the most was his chivalry. The true definition of a gentleman. He walked you up here without even a hint at wanting to come inside, no matter how much he hoped you'd ask.
You stood, lip bitten, studying his face with such intent.
Then you kissed him again. This time different to downstairs, hotter and messier, you gripped his shirt until your knuckles paled. Even then, he didn't push you into the room, letting you lead, looking into your eyes for acceptance when you pulled away.
"Need you to come inside." You panted. "Please."
You didn't have to beg, he thought it sweet that you did anyway.
Then you were walking backwards, lips locked, until your calves hit the bed frame and you fell back to sit. Jack towered over you, his hand rising to cradle your face, thumb sweeping from your jaw to bottom lip.
"Beautiful girl."
You sucked his thumb into your mouth, hand lazily draped around his wrist as you pushed it in further. "And a dirty one too." He half laughed before his mouth fell open, watching you work your tongue.
You pulled it out with a pop. He was hard against his trousers, you could see that. Thick outline straining against the material and he jolted into your touch when you started to rub your palm right where his cockhead was.
"Fuuuuck," his head fell back despite your touch being so gentle. You wondered how he'd react when you took him in your mouth.
"Can I?" You whispered, hand tugging at his belt buckle.
He nodded, eyes dark, pupils blown.
You made short work of it, pulling the buckle open to release the buttons and slowly draw down the zip. His shirt was untucked and you could see the light dusting of hair leading south. Suddenly you were aware of the slickness between your own legs.
You freed him from his boxers, a little taken aback by the size of him, swallowing thickly as he stood in front of you. Hard and girthy, tip reddened from your teasing.
With a few slow strokes, you leant into him, tongue darting out to lick the head. His hips jumped, hand in your hair as you took your time. Your tongue trailed down his shaft, swirling the precum away. Saliva fell from your lips and you coated him entirely before taking his cock in your mouth. You held him at the base as you adjusted to his size.
"Jesus Christ baby," your head bobbed slow and deep. "Want me to cum right now? Fuck." He laughed weakly, fist tightening in your hair when he felt the back of your throat tighten around him.
You moaned at the feel, a gargled noise vibrating against skin before you sped up. He tasted so good and filled your mouth completely. You got so carried away, getting your throat fucked he had to pull you off.
"Not gonna cum in your mouth the first time baby," he panted. "Need to feel you properly."
It was the best sex you'd ever had. He undressed you so tenderly, peeled away the sodden panties, not before bringing them to his face, taking all of you in. Fingers danced over your slit, spreading your wetness until your pussy was shaking for something more.
"Jack!" You gasped when strong hands hooked under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.
His tongue found your clit with ease, licking clean circles so tightly you were panting his name and practically humping his face. You came at the first feel of his thick fingers inside you, he'd worked you so good and proper with his tongue that all it took was a deep curl of his middle finger to send you reeling, back arched, heels dug into his back.
He gave you a minute to come round, hands stroking your thighs, wandering over every inch of skin.
"That was so good baby," he cooed. "So fucking good."
"Need you to fuck me," your breaths were still shallow and hard. "Please Jack, need you inside me."
How could he refuse?
"I'm gonna baby, gonna make you feel so good." He kissed your stomach, hands ghosting your sides and making you shiver. "Just a sec okay?"
Jack turned to sit on the edge of the bed. You didn't realise until he removed his pants the rest of the way, letting them pool to the floor and reveal the prosthetic attached at the knee.
He removed it with such ease, setting it aside and rubbing the skin where it had sat.
When he turned to you, his expression was different.
"Does it bother you?"
You wanted to hold him and never let go.
"Not in the slightest." You came up to your knees, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Your lips ghosted the shell of his ear. "Want you so bad..."
Jack fucked you til you were shaking. You took him so well, legs wrapped around his back, cock so deep it felt like he was pounding the inside of your stomach.
His moans made you wetter, the way he'd grunt on every thrust, snap his hips into you and cry out, your name being whispered over and over.
"That's it baby, just like that, so fuckin good oh my-" he stuttered, body tensing as he felt his release building. You were closer, seconds from the hardest orgasm you'd had in years, hips jolting up into him, nails dragging down his chest.
"M gonna cum Jack, you're gonna make me c-cum..."
He held all his weight on one hand beside you, sinking into the mattress. The other found your clit again, circling it frantically and in rhythm with his cock slamming into your cunt.
"Come on baby that's it, cum for me, beautiful girl, come on-"
Your vision blurred, muscles clenched, pussy throbbing around his cock. You came on him with a long drawn out cry, head pressed back into the pillow.
You were a sight for sore eyes, pussy oozing, dripping onto the sheets. Jack felt it, pulling out to fuck his fist until he was spurting hot and white over your stomach with a deep, throaty groan.
You could've cum again just from that. The way he pumped his fist, mouth agape, eyes burning into you.
It took a while to catch your breath. Both of you. Then you were laid, head on his chest, on the hotel bed. Your wedding attire strewn across the room, curtains half shut. He kissed your temple and nursed you to sleep with the soft stroke of his hands against your shoulder.
and what if i said this is dad!robby at his daughter’s graduation ceremony knowing her graduation present is going to be her finally getting his cock that night….who said that???
a late night encounter with best friend’s dad!robby. (1.9k)
you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember, at first you thought it was just one of those stupid teenage crushes but as you entered adulthood it never went away.
you feel so sick about it sometimes. he’s your best friend’s dad after all, an extension of her, he shouldn’t be an object of your affection. but you can’t help it. he’s so tall and handsome and just oh so competent, nothing like guys your own age.
you try to play it cool around him, try not to give yourself away but the innocent little lilt you add to your tone whenever you address him as “mister robinavitch” betrays you. the way you press your thighs together when you’re sat on the couch joining in their family movie night and he’s sat just so close to you.
or how you get heart eyes and your brain just goes so fuzzy when he’s talking about his work, explaining procedures or just talking in general. you have to physically remind yourself to close your mouth and not drool all over the kitchen table.
the annual summer barbecues are the worst. when he’s stood at the grill flipping burgers with a beer in his hand, looking so very dad. you sit by the pool lounging in your bikini, sunglasses concealing the way you can’t help yourself from staring at him as your best friend yaps away to your right. you can’t hear a word she says, too focused on the way the condensation from the glass bottle drips down his knuckles, the light sheen of sweat on his flushed neck. he’s gorgeous.
you always offer to help clean up with him, he makes remarks about how polite you are, what a sweet girl you are, how you’re such a good influence for his daughter, how happy he is that she has you. he has no idea that you’re only so helpful because you want to be around him as much as you can, that you’re obsessed with him, that you need to be in his orbit.
that’s what you think, at least.
robby knows. of course he knows. he’s not stupid. he sees the way you look at him, always has. he should say something, knows he should let you down before you’re in too deep but he loves the attention, loves the way being desired by someone so young and pretty makes him feel. so he stays quiet.
and if he gets up in the middle of the night to grab a drink when you’re staying over and hears you heading down the stairs, who’s going to stop him? it’s his house. and if he forgets to put on a shirt, who’s to say he even knew you were down there?
he smirks at the way you jump when he clears his throat in the doorway and your eyes widen at the sight of him. you look like a little deer in headlights, so innocent and sweet, he can hardly resist getting closer to you, leaning on the counter as you stumble over your words.
“oh, sorry m-mister robinavitch, did i wake you?” you stutter, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his face but failing miserably, allowing yourself a peek at the hair that adorns his broad chest.
“no, no. came to get a glass of water, couldn’t sleep. sorry if i startled you, sweetheart.” he smiles. robby’s not even trying to hide the way he’s looking you up and down, taking in the sight of you in your almost too tight tank top with no bra and your tiny little pajama shorts that show off your thighs so beautifully.
“oh no, it’s fine. just didn’t expect anyone to be up at this time.” you laugh nervously, hands shaking slightly as you bring a glass of water to your lips and take a small sip.
“you having trouble sleeping too?” he asks, reaching behind you to fill up his own glass, his arm brushes yours, he’s so close, closer than he’s ever been.
“i uh- yeah, hard to sleep when it’s so hot…” your eyes fall to where his arm meets yours and you swallow thickly at the feeling of it, the warmth of his skin, the slight tickle of his arm hair against your own skin.
“mm.” robby nods in agreement, finally pulling back and returning to his position against the counter, he’s closer than he was before though. “i was going to watch some tv if you want to join me?” he invites you like it’s the most casual thing in the world, it should be. your heart shouldn’t race when your best friend’s dad asks if you want to hang out with him, your face shouldn’t flush and prick with heat, but you can’t help it.
“uh, yeah. sure..sounds good.” you swallow another nervous gulp and follow him out to the living room, sitting kind of awkwardly at the very edge of the cushion as though this is your first day on earth and have never sat on a couch before. robby sits beside you and laughs at your awkward demeanour.
“you can get comfortable, you know? i won’t bite.” he winks as you shuffle back on the couch, settling into the cushions by his side. you laugh back nervously, god you wish he would.
he flicks on the tv with the remote and it opens on some random channel, you’re not even sure what’s on, you can’t concentrate on anything other than the feeling of his thigh resting against yours, the way you’re so sure he’s leaning into you slightly, how you can feel the warmth of his body up against your side.
a couple of minutes pass in silence before you feel the warmth of his large palm against your exposed thigh, you flinch at the sudden contact and your heart starts racing a mile a minute. he’s touching you. robby is touching you. he’s never done that before. does he know he’s touching you? was it an accident? should you move away? should you say something? what if it was–
“feeling okay, sweetheart?” robby breaks the silence and your spiral.
“i uh- y-yeah.” you nod slowly, not daring to make eye contact with him, scared he’ll remove his hand if he realises it’s there.
“mhm, sure. just your face looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something…am i making you uncomfortable? want me to stop touching you?” he tilts his head slightly when you finally look at him and a devilish smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you slowly shake your head.
“n-no, please don’t stop.” your voice is shaking, so unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. you know you should tell him to stop, you shouldn’t want this so bad. what if your friend wakes up? but you can’t bring yourself to say no. he’s finally touching you, just like you always wanted, you’re not letting this moment get away.
“good, i won’t.” he slides his hand up higher, the tips of his fingers slipping up the opening of your shorts, if he moves just slightly to the left he’ll be touching the exposed, soft mound of your pussy. god, how you’re willing him to do it with your mind.
his hand massages the top of your thigh for a little while, your eyes are glued to where it disappears under your shorts. he’s staring at you, watching the way you’re struggling to keep your breathing calm whenever he squeezes just so, how you bite your lip in anticipation when he inches just that much closer to where you want him the most.
“this okay, sweetheart? feels good?” he leans into you, his face just inches away from your neck, you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin, goosebumps prick up your arms.
“y-yeah, so good.” you nod, swallowing hard and parting your thighs a little bit hoping he’ll get the message.
“mm. good. good.” his deep, gravelly tone rattles in your ear, sending shivers all the way down your spine. “how ‘bout this? this feel good?” he asks as he finally slips his hand between your legs, fingers softly rubbing between your soaked folds. you gasp and grip the back of the couch with your fist as his fingers graze your clit and and a quiet moan slips past your lips.
“i’ll take that as a yes, hmm?” robby’s face is all the way in the crook of your neck now, you can feel his smirk against your skin, the scratch of his beard tickling your shoulder so deliciously. fuck, it’s happening. it’s finally happening.
“mhm, feels s’good, fuck.” you whisper as he continues drawing slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. he presses his lips against your neck, kissing and sucking lightly on your pressure point, your legs open wider for him on instinct, robby takes that as an invitation to slip in one long, thick finger inside of your wet heat.
“fuck, your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart. can barely fit my finger, think you’ll be able to take my cock, hm?” he bites at your neck so gently, only to suppress the deep groan that falls from his lips as you tighten around him at the mention of his cock.
“mhm, i can do it. please, want it so fucking bad, you have no idea, mister robinavitch.” you rest your head against the top of his, melting into the couch as he adds another finger inside of your tight cunt, trying so hard to stop yourself from being too loud but it’s almost impossible he’s too good.
“yeah? gonna be a good girl and take all of my big cock?” he swipes your clit with his thumb as he works you open with his fingers, you nod eagerly in response to his question.
“gonna need you to use your words for me, sweetheart. want me to fuck you? want to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock so bad.” his pace is getting faster now, more frenzied as he thinks about how good you’re gonna feel wrapped around him when he’s splitting you open.
the tight band in your stomach is so close to unraveling, your hips buck up into his hand to meet the thrust of his fingers and you’re about to reply when you hear the click of a light switch just at the top of the stairs. robby pulls his fingers out of you immediately, wiping them on his pajama pants as he quickly returns to sitting upright, hoping to god he got up quick enough before his daughter as able to see what was happening.
“what’s going on?” she asks as she pads down the stairs, you turn to her as she rubs her eyes sleepily. you don’t know what to say, your heart races in your chest as you adjust your shorts.
“nothing, honey. just couldn’t sleep so we put on the tv, you having a little trouble sleeping too?” robby grabs a pillow and places it in his lap to cover the strained outline of his hard cock trying to escape his pajama pants. you don’t say anything, your throat is so dry from the fear of almost being caught.
“yeah, too hot. room for one more?” she asks before flopping down on the couch beside her dad, resting her head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around her.
“of course, the more the merrier.” he smiles and kisses the top of her head, giving you a quick glance that says ‘i’m sorry.’ before turning his attention back to the tv.
well, there’s always tomorrow night.
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