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summary: While you're on a break from the club, waiting for your hand to heal, you debate whether or not to reach out to Jack Abbot. Unable to wait, Jack decides to seek you out on his own terms.
pairing: jack abbot x stripper!reader
warnings: jack being a bit of a creep (in a hot way lol), smut (MDNI), weed/edibles mention (brief), not proofread baby i write these in a FRENZY
A/N: holy shit you guys showed the first part sm love!! thank you to everyone who reads, it really means alot to me!
It had only been a week since your last shift at the club, but it was starting to feel like an eternity. Adam, the angel he was, had gotten the asshole who groped you barred, telling him to go ahead and sue, because "Baby, I know the law!". He assured you that he doubted the guy would seek legal action against you, since the ordeal had been caught on camera, the tape clearly showing him grabbing you without your consent. The other girls at the club promised to not talk about the incident, since punching a customer was bad for business, regardless of the situation.
A week since you had gotten hurt, a week since you had discovered the true identity of the mystery man you had been thirsting for. A week full of Stasi blowing up your phone, insisting that you need to seek out a relationship with this Dr. Jack Abbot. She had gotten particularly insistent after you told her he implied paying you bills.
"A surgical-silver-fox-sugar daddy. Do you know how lucky you are?"
You had felt lucky to have him as your mystery regular. The idea of having him in your life forever made you downright dizzy, a fairytale you tried convincing yourself was out of reach. You kept the scrap of paper with his number on it on your bedside, constantly picking it up and staring at it, but never calling him. Yesterday you had gone in for a checkup and asked about Dr. Abbot, but you were informed that he only worked night shifts.
The man who was checking on your wound, whose nametag read "Dr. Robinavitch", noticed the way your smile fell when he told you Jack wasn't there. "He's a close friend of mine, I could pass a message on if you'd like?"
"Oh, no, that's okay. I have his number." You gave him a brief smile, nervously looking elsewhere. Thankfully, he didn't question you any further, instead finishing the exam in silence.
Stasi had just dropped off some food for you, reminding you once again to "call dr. sugar daddy!". The food was good, but thanks to Stasi's parting words, your head was elsewhere.
-five months ago-
"Fuck!"
You had already cum on his mouth, but Jack was showing no signs of relenting as he greedily buried his tongue into your cunt. His nose bumped against your clit, the action causing your hands to shoot out and grab his hair. You pulled, a little harder than you were used to, but that only spurred Jack on. He pulled back, admiring your cunt for a moment before licking a long stripe against it, causing a squeal to escape from your throat.
His warm hands gripped at the back of you, cradling your ass so he can be as buried inside you as his tongue could reach. This was the third time the two of you had seen each other, each time miraculously better than then rest. Whenever the door closed, and the two of you were left alone in that private room, you felt like you were entering a dream. This time, he had been giving your cunt extra attention, seemingly not even concerned with his own orgasm. After you came on his mouth again, he gave you only a second of relief before he was greedily diving back into you.
You frowned a little, tugging his hair back hard enough that he stopped. He looked up at you from in between your thighs with a concerned look on his face, worried he had hurt you. That made you smile softly, because no patron had ever been that sweet to you. Then again, you had already accepted that this guy wasn't like any other patron you had met before.
You bumped the side of his head gently with your knee, teasingly asking, "What about you, baby? You haven't let me touch you yet."
He admired you for a few moments, then shrugged. "It's not about me tonight."
His tone made you clench, but you still pressed, "Are you sure? This is supposed to be about what you want-"
He rose up from in between your legs, his hand clamping over you mouth. Your eyes go wide, but you still feel so safe with him. "What I want..." his free hand trailed down between your legs, his fingers ghosting against your pussy, "is to make you feel good. So as long as you feel good, I'm getting my money's worth." He dipped two of his fingers into you, causing you to moan against his hand. He keeps his eyes on you, holding you in place with his hand as the other one fucks you. Your eyes roll back as you gave in to the pleasure he was making you feel.
-present day-
The knock at the door brought you back to the present, though the wetness in your underwear kept the memory at the back of your mind. You made your way to the door, squinting as you tried to make out who was on the other side of the peephole.
Speak of the Devil.
You unlocked the door and swung it open. "What are you doing here?"
Jack smiled, holding up a small plastic bag he was holding. "Thought you'd want some pain meds."
He walked past you, entering your apartment silently. You stood there dumbly, staring at his as you held the door open, which made him smirk. "Close it," he quietly instructed.
You did so, the look he was giving you making you weak in the knees. Still, you tried to maintain your composure, "How did you find out where I live?"
Jack hummed at the question, setting the bag in his hands down on your kitchen table. He started unpacking it, the nonchalant way he moved making your heart race. He shrugged, "It was in your patient file."
You crossed your arms, trying to look intimidating, "Isn't that a HIPAA violation?"
"You're my patient."
You relented, making your way over to the table and inspecting the items he had brought. "You stole meds?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I wrote you a prescription for them."
"Oh great, extra hospital charges I didn't ask for."
Jack opened the pill bottle, taking your hand and shaking two pills into it. "Take it."
You maintained his eye contact as you slowly brought the pills to your lips, swallowing them one at a time. You tried to hide your smile as his eyes flickered down to your lips.
You broke eye contact, looking down to see what else he had brought. Sodas, waters, snacks... you picked up a suspicious looking bag. You giggled as you read the label, waving it in his face. "Did you have to write a prescription for this?"
Jack rolled his eyes, taking the bag of edibles out of your hand and putting them back on the table. "Sometimes when my leg hurts I'll take some, thought you might like to try it."
"Didn't take you for a stoner."
"I'm not, just a man in pain."
You frowned, feeling slightly deflated. You looked down, your fingers gently touching the objects. "Thank you for all this..."
He took your injured hand, gently inspecting the wound. "Hmm... looks like it's healing really good. How's the pain been?"
You shrugged. "Not bad, really. Starts to ache if I'm typing for too long, but that's manageable, obviously." You waited a beat, then added, "Not much to help with, I guess."
Jack hummed, his eyes still on your hand. The way his fingers were grazing your hand made your knees weak.
"Maybe I just wanted to see you."
You turned your head, trying to hide your smile. "That's not very professional of you."
Jack's other hand took ahold of your chin, softly forcing you to look at him. "I'm off the clock," he reminded you, "plus, technically, as of this morning, you're Robby's patient, not mine." You opened your mouth to question him, but he continued, "Robby relieved me this morning, and after I wrote the script for your meds I handed your file over to him. So I could do this-" He pulled you close to him, your body now pressed against his, "-without feeling guilty."
He dropped your hand, his own sliding down your back and settling at your waist. You leaned in a little, expecting him to start kissing you, but instead he pulled back, tsking you quietly. Before you could say anything his hands went from your waist to your ass, lifting you up. You squealed but wrapped your legs around him, giggling as he carried you back to your bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed, his lips finally connecting to yours as your head hits the pillow.
God, how you had missed him.
He kisses you slow and deep, physically telling you that he missed you too. You moaned into his mouth, gasping when he pulled away. He disconnected for only a second, diving down to suckle at your neck. Your hips bucked up against him, delighted to feel his growing erection. His hands wandered up your body, one of them groping your breast while the other snaked its way into your hair, holding you in place. His mouth sloppily made its way across your neck, stopping to turn your head and lick a stripe up your neck, causing you to squeal.
"Jack-"
He moaned against your skin, licking you again before whispering in your ear, "Say my name again."
Your moan is strangled as he encouragingly nips at your ear, but still you manage to whisper his name.
Jack chuckles against your skin, shaking his head. "Louder."
You look him in his eyes, tilting your head slightly so you're looking at him through your lashes. "I want you to fuck me, Jack."
His eyes closing as he savors this sound of your voice, groaning when his name leaves your lips. His hands go to the hem of your shirt, helping you take it off. You bit your lip as he cupped your boobs, throwing your head back when his mouth latched onto your nipple. His mouth moved across your body in a frenzy, like he was a starved man. His left a trail of sloppy kisses down your stomach, looking up at you expectantly when he reached the hem of your shorts. You nodded, lifting your hips up as he removed your shorts and underwear. His hand moved to cradle your hips, pressing gentle kisses to your lower tummy.
"Jack..."
He moaned in response against your skin.
"I need you inside me."
Jack chuckled, breaking away from your skin, causing you to whine. "Has anyone ever told you that you're terribly impatient?" You pouted, bucking your hips up against him, but his large hands went to grip your hips, forcing you to stay in place. "You'll need to act right if you want me inside you." he teased.
You huffed, but yielded, relaxing your body. You bit your lip as he dipped down to your pussy, his tongue just barely poking out to graze your skin. His intense gaze had you in a trance, unable to look away as he began to suckle at your cunt. His tongue swirled deep into you, his grip on you tightening as you thrashed into you. You felt like a whore at how fast he was bringing you to your orgasm, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't right where you wanted to be. When you choked out a warning about you being close, he pulled back, a grin on his face as you pouted.
You were quick to help him remove his clothes, his mouth back on yours after he's fully naked. His hands roam your body, gripping at your skin with a desperation no-one had ever shown for you before. His hand snakes down to your cunt, softly stroking it, but you whine into his mouth, pulling back and pleading. "Please, fuck me Jack."
Jack groans, his face burying into your neck as he sheaths himself inside you. You try to moan, but all the air is knocked out of you once he's inside. You had fucked him before, but something about being in the privacy of your apartment, the safety of your bed made it so different.
This was intimate.
He held you close, rocking into you slowly as he let you reaccustom yourself to his size. You clawed at his back, moaning his name which made him start to pick up his pace. He cut off the sound of your moans with his mouth his kisses taking the breath out of you. It was like he was a fire, swallowing all the oxygen in your body, and it was driving you crazy.
"Jack-"
He's interrupting again, swallowing his own name as he dives back into your mouth. Instead of speaking, you resort to clenching down on him, warning him that you were once again close to your orgasm. He finally relents, pulling away as the two of you greedily gasp in each other's air, something that you swore resembled a whine escaping his throat. You looked at him, silently begging to cum, and he answered out loud, "Please."
You knuckles were white as you gripped his shoulder, clenching down around him as your orgasm washed over you. He didn't slow down, his pace fucking you through your orgasm so hard you felt like your pussy was going numb.
"Jack-" you gasped against his mouth, but he just gripped you tighter. For a split second, you toyed with the idea of begging him to cum inside you, but before you could speak he was pulling out of you, releasing onto your lower stomach. It was close, but he got out just in time.
His head hung down, his breath warm on your neck. You released your grip on his shoulders, your fingers gingerly tracing where you had been holding him. You shivered as you felt your own fingernail indents, the thought of having marked him making you clench.
"How was that?"
You let out a breathless laugh. "Amazing," you replied weakly. He looked up at you, his eyes curious, so you cleared your throat, trying again. "It was amazing. Is that better?"
"Only if it's the truth."
You smiled softly at him, cradling his face with one of your hands. You melted a little when he nuzzled into your hand, his facial hair tickling you lightly. "I wouldn't lie to you," you softly promised.
The phrase surprised the both of you.
Jack smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips, causing you to giggle. He rolled off you, resting his back against the headboard. You rolled onto your tummy, looking up at him. "Are you going to stay?"
"I can if you'd like."
You hummed, looking down shyly. He reached down and cradled your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. "Yeah, I'd really like that."
Jack sunk down, laying in a way so you could tuck yourself into his side. Your exhaustion was getting hard to ignore, a yawn escaping from your lips. You look up at Jack apologetically, but he just smiled, shaking his head at you.
"I'll be here when you wake up."
You grinned, closing your eyes and surrendering to your body's sleepiness.
Heyo! My name is abraham walsh, but everyone calls me abe :) I moved to Pittsburgh a few months ago and just started as a medical intern at the PTMC. I haven't quite figured out my specialty, but I'm excited to be working in the Emergency Department!
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my name is mika, i'm 23 and have been roleplaying for about 5-ish years. I usually rp on twt (might make an acc there too) so i'm new to tumblr rp, so all i ask for is patience! i work a full time job so i won't always be able to reply, i will try and check in with this accout daily though. please message me if you're interested in starting a storyline together, i'm also going to be working on a story based around this OC on my writing account @santossbaby.
kiiiinda tempted to write a series about a new intern at the PTMC who happens to look an awful lot like Robby, and maybe he shares the last name of an old flame from Robby’s medschool days… would anyone be interested in reading that? 😭 idk if there would be any ships just a story idea really but lmk!
also wanted to create this as an rp character but i havent done rp in like a year anywhooo
summary: While you're on a break from the club, waiting for your hand to heal, you debate whether or not to reach out to Jack Abbot. Unable to wait, Jack decides to seek you out on his own terms.
pairing: jack abbot x stripper!reader
warnings: jack being a bit of a creep (in a hot way lol), smut (MDNI), weed/edibles mention (brief), not proofread baby i write these in a FRENZY
A/N: holy shit you guys showed the first part sm love!! thank you to everyone who reads, it really means alot to me!
It had only been a week since your last shift at the club, but it was starting to feel like an eternity. Adam, the angel he was, had gotten the asshole who groped you barred, telling him to go ahead and sue, because "Baby, I know the law!". He assured you that he doubted the guy would seek legal action against you, since the ordeal had been caught on camera, the tape clearly showing him grabbing you without your consent. The other girls at the club promised to not talk about the incident, since punching a customer was bad for business, regardless of the situation.
A week since you had gotten hurt, a week since you had discovered the true identity of the mystery man you had been thirsting for. A week full of Stasi blowing up your phone, insisting that you need to seek out a relationship with this Dr. Jack Abbot. She had gotten particularly insistent after you told her he implied paying you bills.
"A surgical-silver-fox-sugar daddy. Do you know how lucky you are?"
You had felt lucky to have him as your mystery regular. The idea of having him in your life forever made you downright dizzy, a fairytale you tried convincing yourself was out of reach. You kept the scrap of paper with his number on it on your bedside, constantly picking it up and staring at it, but never calling him. Yesterday you had gone in for a checkup and asked about Dr. Abbot, but you were informed that he only worked night shifts.
The man who was checking on your wound, whose nametag read "Dr. Robinavitch", noticed the way your smile fell when he told you Jack wasn't there. "He's a close friend of mine, I could pass a message on if you'd like?"
"Oh, no, that's okay. I have his number." You gave him a brief smile, nervously looking elsewhere. Thankfully, he didn't question you any further, instead finishing the exam in silence.
Stasi had just dropped off some food for you, reminding you once again to "call dr. sugar daddy!". The food was good, but thanks to Stasi's parting words, your head was elsewhere.
-five months ago-
"Fuck!"
You had already cum on his mouth, but Jack was showing no signs of relenting as he greedily buried his tongue into your cunt. His nose bumped against your clit, the action causing your hands to shoot out and grab his hair. You pulled, a little harder than you were used to, but that only spurred Jack on. He pulled back, admiring your cunt for a moment before licking a long stripe against it, causing a squeal to escape from your throat.
His warm hands gripped at the back of you, cradling your ass so he can be as buried inside you as his tongue could reach. This was the third time the two of you had seen each other, each time miraculously better than then rest. Whenever the door closed, and the two of you were left alone in that private room, you felt like you were entering a dream. This time, he had been giving your cunt extra attention, seemingly not even concerned with his own orgasm. After you came on his mouth again, he gave you only a second of relief before he was greedily diving back into you.
You frowned a little, tugging his hair back hard enough that he stopped. He looked up at you from in between your thighs with a concerned look on his face, worried he had hurt you. That made you smile softly, because no patron had ever been that sweet to you. Then again, you had already accepted that this guy wasn't like any other patron you had met before.
You bumped the side of his head gently with your knee, teasingly asking, "What about you, baby? You haven't let me touch you yet."
He admired you for a few moments, then shrugged. "It's not about me tonight."
His tone made you clench, but you still pressed, "Are you sure? This is supposed to be about what you want-"
He rose up from in between your legs, his hand clamping over you mouth. Your eyes go wide, but you still feel so safe with him. "What I want..." his free hand trailed down between your legs, his fingers ghosting against your pussy, "is to make you feel good. So as long as you feel good, I'm getting my money's worth." He dipped two of his fingers into you, causing you to moan against his hand. He keeps his eyes on you, holding you in place with his hand as the other one fucks you. Your eyes roll back as you gave in to the pleasure he was making you feel.
-present day-
The knock at the door brought you back to the present, though the wetness in your underwear kept the memory at the back of your mind. You made your way to the door, squinting as you tried to make out who was on the other side of the peephole.
Speak of the Devil.
You unlocked the door and swung it open. "What are you doing here?"
Jack smiled, holding up a small plastic bag he was holding. "Thought you'd want some pain meds."
He walked past you, entering your apartment silently. You stood there dumbly, staring at his as you held the door open, which made him smirk. "Close it," he quietly instructed.
You did so, the look he was giving you making you weak in the knees. Still, you tried to maintain your composure, "How did you find out where I live?"
Jack hummed at the question, setting the bag in his hands down on your kitchen table. He started unpacking it, the nonchalant way he moved making your heart race. He shrugged, "It was in your patient file."
You crossed your arms, trying to look intimidating, "Isn't that a HIPAA violation?"
"You're my patient."
You relented, making your way over to the table and inspecting the items he had brought. "You stole meds?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I wrote you a prescription for them."
"Oh great, extra hospital charges I didn't ask for."
Jack opened the pill bottle, taking your hand and shaking two pills into it. "Take it."
You maintained his eye contact as you slowly brought the pills to your lips, swallowing them one at a time. You tried to hide your smile as his eyes flickered down to your lips.
You broke eye contact, looking down to see what else he had brought. Sodas, waters, snacks... you picked up a suspicious looking bag. You giggled as you read the label, waving it in his face. "Did you have to write a prescription for this?"
Jack rolled his eyes, taking the bag of edibles out of your hand and putting them back on the table. "Sometimes when my leg hurts I'll take some, thought you might like to try it."
"Didn't take you for a stoner."
"I'm not, just a man in pain."
You frowned, feeling slightly deflated. You looked down, your fingers gently touching the objects. "Thank you for all this..."
He took your injured hand, gently inspecting the wound. "Hmm... looks like it's healing really good. How's the pain been?"
You shrugged. "Not bad, really. Starts to ache if I'm typing for too long, but that's manageable, obviously." You waited a beat, then added, "Not much to help with, I guess."
Jack hummed, his eyes still on your hand. The way his fingers were grazing your hand made your knees weak.
"Maybe I just wanted to see you."
You turned your head, trying to hide your smile. "That's not very professional of you."
Jack's other hand took ahold of your chin, softly forcing you to look at him. "I'm off the clock," he reminded you, "plus, technically, as of this morning, you're Robby's patient, not mine." You opened your mouth to question him, but he continued, "Robby relieved me this morning, and after I wrote the script for your meds I handed your file over to him. So I could do this-" He pulled you close to him, your body now pressed against his, "-without feeling guilty."
He dropped your hand, his own sliding down your back and settling at your waist. You leaned in a little, expecting him to start kissing you, but instead he pulled back, tsking you quietly. Before you could say anything his hands went from your waist to your ass, lifting you up. You squealed but wrapped your legs around him, giggling as he carried you back to your bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed, his lips finally connecting to yours as your head hits the pillow.
God, how you had missed him.
He kisses you slow and deep, physically telling you that he missed you too. You moaned into his mouth, gasping when he pulled away. He disconnected for only a second, diving down to suckle at your neck. Your hips bucked up against him, delighted to feel his growing erection. His hands wandered up your body, one of them groping your breast while the other snaked its way into your hair, holding you in place. His mouth sloppily made its way across your neck, stopping to turn your head and lick a stripe up your neck, causing you to squeal.
"Jack-"
He moaned against your skin, licking you again before whispering in your ear, "Say my name again."
Your moan is strangled as he encouragingly nips at your ear, but still you manage to whisper his name.
Jack chuckles against your skin, shaking his head. "Louder."
You look him in his eyes, tilting your head slightly so you're looking at him through your lashes. "I want you to fuck me, Jack."
His eyes closing as he savors this sound of your voice, groaning when his name leaves your lips. His hands go to the hem of your shirt, helping you take it off. You bit your lip as he cupped your boobs, throwing your head back when his mouth latched onto your nipple. His mouth moved across your body in a frenzy, like he was a starved man. His left a trail of sloppy kisses down your stomach, looking up at you expectantly when he reached the hem of your shorts. You nodded, lifting your hips up as he removed your shorts and underwear. His hand moved to cradle your hips, pressing gentle kisses to your lower tummy.
"Jack..."
He moaned in response against your skin.
"I need you inside me."
Jack chuckled, breaking away from your skin, causing you to whine. "Has anyone ever told you that you're terribly impatient?" You pouted, bucking your hips up against him, but his large hands went to grip your hips, forcing you to stay in place. "You'll need to act right if you want me inside you." he teased.
You huffed, but yielded, relaxing your body. You bit your lip as he dipped down to your pussy, his tongue just barely poking out to graze your skin. His intense gaze had you in a trance, unable to look away as he began to suckle at your cunt. His tongue swirled deep into you, his grip on you tightening as you thrashed into you. You felt like a whore at how fast he was bringing you to your orgasm, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't right where you wanted to be. When you choked out a warning about you being close, he pulled back, a grin on his face as you pouted.
You were quick to help him remove his clothes, his mouth back on yours after he's fully naked. His hands roam your body, gripping at your skin with a desperation no-one had ever shown for you before. His hand snakes down to your cunt, softly stroking it, but you whine into his mouth, pulling back and pleading. "Please, fuck me Jack."
Jack groans, his face burying into your neck as he sheaths himself inside you. You try to moan, but all the air is knocked out of you once he's inside. You had fucked him before, but something about being in the privacy of your apartment, the safety of your bed made it so different.
This was intimate.
He held you close, rocking into you slowly as he let you reaccustom yourself to his size. You clawed at his back, moaning his name which made him start to pick up his pace. He cut off the sound of your moans with his mouth his kisses taking the breath out of you. It was like he was a fire, swallowing all the oxygen in your body, and it was driving you crazy.
"Jack-"
He's interrupting again, swallowing his own name as he dives back into your mouth. Instead of speaking, you resort to clenching down on him, warning him that you were once again close to your orgasm. He finally relents, pulling away as the two of you greedily gasp in each other's air, something that you swore resembled a whine escaping his throat. You looked at him, silently begging to cum, and he answered out loud, "Please."
You knuckles were white as you gripped his shoulder, clenching down around him as your orgasm washed over you. He didn't slow down, his pace fucking you through your orgasm so hard you felt like your pussy was going numb.
"Jack-" you gasped against his mouth, but he just gripped you tighter. For a split second, you toyed with the idea of begging him to cum inside you, but before you could speak he was pulling out of you, releasing onto your lower stomach. It was close, but he got out just in time.
His head hung down, his breath warm on your neck. You released your grip on his shoulders, your fingers gingerly tracing where you had been holding him. You shivered as you felt your own fingernail indents, the thought of having marked him making you clench.
"How was that?"
You let out a breathless laugh. "Amazing," you replied weakly. He looked up at you, his eyes curious, so you cleared your throat, trying again. "It was amazing. Is that better?"
"Only if it's the truth."
You smiled softly at him, cradling his face with one of your hands. You melted a little when he nuzzled into your hand, his facial hair tickling you lightly. "I wouldn't lie to you," you softly promised.
The phrase surprised the both of you.
Jack smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips, causing you to giggle. He rolled off you, resting his back against the headboard. You rolled onto your tummy, looking up at him. "Are you going to stay?"
"I can if you'd like."
You hummed, looking down shyly. He reached down and cradled your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. "Yeah, I'd really like that."
Jack sunk down, laying in a way so you could tuck yourself into his side. Your exhaustion was getting hard to ignore, a yawn escaping from your lips. You look up at Jack apologetically, but he just smiled, shaking his head at you.
"I'll be here when you wake up."
You grinned, closing your eyes and surrendering to your body's sleepiness.
God, I just remembered that Baran turned up to work early with bagels for everyone. Imagine how nervous she must have been about making a good first impression despite only being there for three months. Everyone please start being nicer to her right now.
michael robinavich x frank langdon x dennis whittaker x fem!reader. foursome, size kink, praise, degradation, penetrative sex, protected sex, dirty talk, light d/s dynamics, extremely unprofessional conduct.
word count: 1k
a/n: there is no backstory, no lead-in, no justification for why or how this is happening… i have no excuse i just wanna fuck 3 hot doctors okay. frank’s single/divorced in this probably idfk.
“Get on your hands and knees for me.” You’re quick to follow Robby’s instruction. You move onto the bed so your head is towards Frank and your ass is raised for the man behind you. You feel Robby’s large hands grope your cheeks. He smooths one rough palm over your skin to the small of your back, using a steady pressure to urge you into a deeper arch. Dennis watches on, his eyes trained on your exposed body with rapt attention.
You gasp when you suddenly feel the head of Robby’s cock rub through your folds once before he positions himself at your entrance. When he starts to slowly sink into you, you suck in a sharp breath. It feels so good. That familiar stretch. Until it’s not so familiar anymore, because Robby’s still going, groaning as his length pushes deeper than anything you’ve felt before. You’re choking on air by the time he reaches the hilt, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving.
Frank sits on the bed in front you. He’s holding you against his body, one hand cupping the side of your neck while the other roams up and down your side. A smirk forms on his face as he watches the events unfold.
“That feel good, baby?” He patronizes. “Dr. Robby’s big dick makin’ your pussy feel brand new?”
You can’t help the moan you let out in response to the filth. Beside you, Whitaker chokes on his surprise.
“Jesus Christ, man,” he mutters. He sounds dismayed, but his lust-blown pupils and the bulge in his pants give away his own arousal. Frank only chuckles. Then Robby shifts inside you, and Frank’s hand moves from your neck to pet over your hair while pathetic whimpers slip past your lips.
“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.” Robby breathes out. “Taking me so fuckin’ good.” He starts to retract, pulling his hips back in a languid stroke only to sink back in just as slowly. The pace ensures that he hits deep every time, sending your body lurching backwards into Frank’s and forcing sweet little “-uh”s past your lips with every thrust. The sounds go right to the three men’s cocks.
You see Dennis’s form grow closer in your periphery, then a new pair of hands are on you. One explores your back while the other slides down to gently knead your breast. You let out a pleased hum at all the attention, giving him the confidence to roll your nipple between two fingers. The pleasure shoots right to your core and makes you tighten around Robby like a vice.
“Fuck-” he chokes out, his fingers tightening around your hips.
“Do that again, Whitaker.” Frank orders, grinning loftily. “She liked that.” His head dips down to your level so he can catch your gaze with wide blue eyes. “Didn’t you, pretty girl?”
You nod desperately. Dennis’s hands stay on your chest, rolling your nipples with gentle fingers and sending shocks of pleasure up your spine to match the ones from Robby’s cock. You rock your hips back in time with his thrusts, forcing each one deeper.
“That’s right, honey.” Robby praises from behind you. “Push back on that cock. Just like that.”
“Fuckin’ desperate for it.” Frank taunts. He reaches down to envelope your left tit in a big hand. The rough groping is a stark contrast to Dennis’s soft attention on the other.
“Now what do you say when someone makes you feel so good?” Frank leans closer, delivering the hushed words to your ear. “Hm?”
You’re forced forward from your hands and onto your forearms with a particularly hard thrust. Your head drops, neck limp. “Thank you, Dr. Robby!” You cry out.
“That’s a good girl,” Robby growls. He amps up to a brutalizing pace, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every snap of his hips. The dull throbs of pain mingle deliciously with the white-hot pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” you gasp “holy shit.”
“See? He likes a girl with manners.” Frank gives your cheeks a couple of condescending pats. His chuckle and self-congratulatory grin tell you just how much he’s enjoying orchestrating things.
As Robby continues to thrust into you, a slew of curses and “thank yous” spill past your lips between whimpers and moans. You’re nearly incoherent.
“Is she gonna cum?” Dennis asks beside you. “Is she coming?”
Frank lets out a short laugh at that. “Not quite. Why don’t you help her out?”
Dennis’s dominant hand disappears from your breast. Not a second later you’re nearly screaming as deft fingers make contact with your clit. Dennis rubs with firm, rhythmic circles while Robby fucks into you.
“Oh my god, fuck, pleasepleaseplease” You’re near delirious with bliss.
“Theeere it is,” Frank drawls. “Go on, baby. Cum on that nice big dick.”
You couldn’t disobey if you tried. Your orgasm hits you like a truck on Robby’s next thrust, knocking the air from your lungs. You choke on a moan. Behind you, his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass. He stays buried deep, rocking slightly to work you through your release. Just as you start to catch your breath, he lets out a low moan and snaps his hips forward a final time, spilling into his condom.
Robby pants behind you, recovering from his intense orgasm. Frank glances up at a slack-mouthed Dennis.
“You’re up, champ.”
“Me?” Dennis looks at the man incredulously.
“Oh, yeah.” Frank leans down and plants a kiss to your temple before rising up off the bed. He claps the young man on the shoulder. “I’ll take last. She’s fun like that, all fucked-out and messy.”
Dennis swallows thickly. Behind you, Robby huffs as he slowly eases his length out of you, leaving you feeling staggeringly empty.
“Fuckin’ sadist.” The man grumbles. Your pussy clenches around nothing, mourning the loss of him. He rubs comforting circles on your back as you whimper.
Frank rolls his eyes, grinning as he shoots back, “hardly sadistic if she loves every second.”
jack abbot is such a munch it's a little crazy. like "pussy-sore-because-he's-sucking-you-dry type head. he makes your pussy so sensitive before he even puts his cock in that you almost beg him not to, but once he enters you any protests are gone from your mind. he loves thick thighs, loves face-sitting, lost his mind the first time you did 69 with him.
summary: (Continuation of Part One) Now having promised to stay in town, Jack lets you crash at his place. The two of you reminisce on the past while making a plan to better Robby's future. (this one doesn't have much robby its mostly jack x reader/platonic)
warnings: dark themes (mentions of suicide, depression), reader is a bit older (went to school with Robby and abbot), slowburn/multipart, sassy bff jack abbot alert, shitty descriptions of going to med school (i am not a dr lol), not proofread lmao
pairing: michael "robby" robinavitch x fem!reader
A/N: thank you for all the love on part one! i hope y'all enjoy!
CHAPTER TWO
After the cardoor closed with Robby safely inside, you knew you had about five minutes before you started to lose it. Your chest was so tight already, your fists balled at your side.
"Hey."
You couldn't bring yourself to look at Jack, but you did feel his arm slide around your shoulder. He gave you a small squeeze, whispering into your ear, "He'll be okay."
You just sniffled and nodded, unable to find the words. Truth was, you didn't know if he would be okay. You thought you had seen him at his lowest, but there was barely anything about Robby that you recognized. Sure, that looked like the same man, albeit aged since the last time you saw each other, but there used to be so much life in his eyes. Now, they just hung dull and empty in their sockets, the light in his soul dimmed.
Jack led you upstairs back to Dr. Jefferson's office, where both doctors explained to you the concerning behavior Robby had been displaying that day. When Dr. Jefferson said he had overheard Robby make a bitter comment about a patient's suicide attempt, you couldn't hold it together anymore. Jack held you to his side as you sobbed, scared that the man you once knew was completely gone. Dr. Jefferson was gentle and understanding, the two of you eventually working out a deal where Robby would only be in an inpatient for two days, then he could be released under supervision. Usually, it would be considered a conflict of interest, but the three of you agreed that these were desperate times. You made a call to your office, telling them you would be extending your vacation for a week. Thankfully, your coworkers were understanding, but it did little to settle your nerves.
It was the night shift, so you knew Jack was supposed to be working. Still, he took the time to sit with you in the cafeteria as you waited for the Uber he had graciously paid for. "You staying at your sister's place?"
"Uh, no, I have a hotel room. I... wasn't planning on staying that long."
"Right, right..." Jack scratched at his chin awkwardly. "Look, if you want, you can stay at my place. I have an extra key you can borrow; I just don't want you to have to be alone tonight." He poses it as an offer, but you can tell by how he takes out his key and slides it across the table that you don't really have a choice.
"What about the Uber-"
"It's already going to take you to my house." You gave him a pointed look, but he just shrugged. "What? You know I’m psychic; i can see into the future."
That made you laugh, but laughing made you feel guilty. This was no time for laughter.
Jack reached across the table, taking your hand in his. Maybe he was psychic, because he had always been keen to when you were getting lost in your thoughts, especially your negative ones. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. It’s gonna be okay.”
His words brought you some comfort, but not enough to settle your nerves. He walked you out to the Uber, the hug the two of you share bringing you some more of that comfort you craved. The Uber driver was someone's chatty mom, who thankfully kept you busy during the ride. You were nervous to be alone with your thoughts, though you knew it was bound to happen at some point tonight.
It had been a few years since you had visited Jack's place, and you snorted when you entered and saw that it hadn't changed one bit. You slid your shoes off, tucking them neatly under the entryway table. You made a beeline for the spare room, flopping down on the bed. You pulled out your phone to quickly cancel the rest of your hotel reservation, tossing it to the side once you're done. As tired as your body is, you know you need a shower, so you force yourself off the bed and into the spare bathroom. You spent almost an hour in the shower, the temperature and pressure a thousand times better than whatever had been waiting for you at the hotel.
When you hopped out of the shower, you changed into your pajamas then made your way to the kitchen. You opened the fridge and audibly laughed, because Jack Abbot ate like a college student.
Beer. Takeout containers. A freezer full of ready-to-eat meals. Ramen. The smile left your face when you remembered it wasn't always this way. When he was married, he had been fed wonderfully, and had been taught to cook by his wife. He would send you photos of her cooking, and you had been lucky enough to try it yourself a few times before her passing. Now, you opened his cabinets, and his dishware sat collecting dust. You shook your head, closing the fridge and admitting defeat. You mentally noted you'd give Jack a lecture in the morning and make him buy you breakfast.
You were exhausted, yet you tried staying up and watching tv, because falling asleep would mean confronting your thoughts. After about an hour, you could barely keep your eyes open, so you turn the tv off and curl up into yourself under the sheets.
It doesn't take you long to fall asleep. Your dreams are a muddle of memories, all of them with Robby. You should've known there would be no escape from the thought of him, but how could you, when he was one of the most important people in your life?
You wake up with a start, confused for a moment when you aren't in a hotel. You rubbed your face, the sound of Jack's heavy footprints echoing throughout the house.
He opened the door to the spare room, wincing a little when he saw he had woken you up. He offered an apologetic smile, whispering, "Sorry," before ducking back out of the room. You rolled your eyes but got out of bed anyways.
You found him in his bedroom, changing out of his work clothes. "Has anyone ever told you that you walk like a giant?"
Jack let out a short laugh. "Do I now?"
You hummed, sitting on the bed. Jack went into the bathroom, leaving the door open enough so that you could hear him as he spoke. "What did you have for dinner?"
"Nada... you don't have anything."
He popped his head out of the bathroom, feigning hurt. "I take serious offense to that, y/n."
"There's that fragile ego I missed."
"Oh, and there's that sarcasm, I missed. So good to see you, thanks again for telling me you were in town-"
"It was supposed to be a surprise, I swear. You ruined it, that's all."
Jack rolls his eyes, ducking back into the bathroom. You pulled your legs up onto the bed, crossing them. You tried to distract yourself, your finger tracing patterns into the bedspread. "How was work?"
"Oh, so-so." You could hear him brushing his teeth, the lapse in conversation making your mind drift. You began to look around the room, your eyes settling on a picture on the dresser.
It was the end of your first semester of Med School. Your roommate at the time had taken the photo, Jack and Robby on all fours as you kneeled on their backs, a pathetic attempt at a cheerleader's pyramid. You smiled at the memory, though seeing Robby's younger self tugged at your heartstrings a bit. You had almost forgotten what he looked like when he was truly happy, not just faking it for himself and others.
"Hey," Jack, thankfully, brought you out of your thoughts. "Do you want to grab breakfast? I know I don't have much to eat."
"Yeah, I saw that," you teased him. "Aren't you exhausted? You just got back from your shift-"
Jack cut you off with a wave of his hand. "Eh, It usually takes me at least two hours after a shift before I wind down; I gotta wear myself out completely. C'mon, go get changed... unless that's what you want to wear?"
You gave Jack a playful shove before leaving the room, shaking your head at the sound of his laughter in the other room. It doesn't take long for the two of you to get ready, as a matter of fact it takes longer for the two of you to agree on a place to eat. Once there, the two of you take a moment to catch up, before you finally decide to bite the bullet.
"So... what's going on with Mikey?" You kept your eyes down on your plate, using your fork to push the food around.
Jack took a deep breath, exhaling through his nose. "He's been in a downward spiral since Adamson died, maybe before, but certainly worse after that. I came in today and multiple people came to me with concerns, then I saw it for myself." He lowered his voice, sounding a bit shaken. "He had plans to go on a three month break, but then I found out he was bragging about riding to some cliff with no helmet just to feel something-"
You reached across the table and took his hand, causing him to stop his rambling. "It's going to be okay, Jack, I promise."
That made Jack smile a bit. "You know, you're one of the only people who have never broken a promise to me."
"Yeah, well, I don't intend on breaking that streak now." You pulled your hand back, taking a sip of your coffee. You cleared your throat, adding quietly, "I made him a promise too."
"Oh, yeah?"
You hummed and nodded, your eyes drifting down. Unlike with Jack, you had broken promises with Robby. Then again, he had broken so many promises with you, but you had never held it against him, no matter how badly it had hurt you. Truth was, you had admitted the fact that you couldn't live without him a long time ago. Sure, it had been years since you had last seen him, but that's because you had figured he didn't want to see you. You shook your head, not allowing yourself to get lost in your bad memories. "Do you know how long he's going to be on his hold?"
"Initially, Jefferson wanted to go for a full week. I managed to talk him down to 2 days, as long as Robby isn't left alone for his sabbatical and he attends therapy." Jack took a sip of his coffee, frowning when he noticed the glare now on your face. "What?"
"Who exactly did you have in mind to babysit him for the rest of his sabbatical?"
Jack gave you a pointed look, which made you groan. "Jack-"
"I just figured three months was plenty of time for you and him to work out whatever is going on between the two of you-"
"Jack!"
He shrugged. "Two birds with one stone." he paused, then grinned, adding, "Technically, three. Damn, I'm good."
You rolled your eyes, stabbing at your food with your fork. "What you are is an asshole."
summary: after you get into a scuffle at the club you work at, your coworker rushes you to the ER. There you're treated by Dr. Jack Abbot, who you had previously known as one of your anonymous regulars.
pairing: dr jack abbot x stripper!reader
warnings: use of y/n and y/l/n, talks of being a stripper, smut, MDNI, not proofread lol
You knew the moment your fist collided with the mouth of the drunken patron that had just groped you that you probably wouldn't have a job tomorrow. "Fuck it", you thought as you watched his head whip back, "It's worth it if he learns his lesson." What you didn't anticipate was for your fist to hurt as badly as i did afterwards. With the man now on the floor, you inspected your fist, seeing that one of his teeth was deeply imbedded in your knuckle.
Your coworker, Stasi, grabbed you by your shoulders and started to steer you away from the commotion. "Good hit, girl! But we gotta go, now."
The two of you were almost to the dressing room when one of your managers, Adam, stops you in your tracks. He looks pissed, but softens a little once he notices how serious you and Stasi look. He wasn't like other club owners, his girls always came before his money. Still, hurting a patron was bad for anyone's business.
"Let me see the damage."
You hold up your fist for him, your wrist weak at this point. Adam gags at the sight of the tooth in your fist, shaking his head as he looks away. "Okay, go get that taken care of. Here's some money for the ER bill-" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bundle of 100s, shoving it at Stasi. He pointed a finger at you, muttering, "I will talk to you in the morning, slugger," before rushing towards the mess you had left on the floor of the club. Stasi giggled before leading you into the dressing room, sitting you down on one of the chairs. She zipped around the room, helping pack up your things. She even helps you gingerly get back into your day-clothes, beaming at you once your shirt is pulled over your head.
"That guy was being an asshole all night, he was bound to get checked by someone. It just so happened to be you!" Stasi remarked cheerily.
Thanks to Stasi's erratic driving, you arrived at the PTMC in less than 10 minutes. Although the drive had been hectic, you were thankful for the quickness because the pain in your hand was really starting to annoy you. It was the middle of night, so the ER wasn't as busy as it usually was. It only took 30 minutes for the two of you to be led from the waiting room to the back where you were seated behind a curtain.
Stasi was good company, the sound of her cheery chatting at your side drowning out the otherwise loud ER. All the sounds would usually be overwhelming, but you were focused on your friend. And the pain, but there was really no ignoring that.
Stasi peeked from behind the curtain, scanning into the ER. She brought her head back with a grin, whispering excitedly, "There are some real hot doctors here."
You rolled your eyes with a grin as she giddily described some of the doctors out there. Suddenly, the curtain was opened fully, the interruption making the both of you jump slightly.
"Hello Ms. L/N, my name is Dr. Abbot. What brings you to the ER tonight-"
The doctor, who had entered the room looking down at your chart, froze when he saw you. You didn't know his name, but you never forgot a face. And you could tell by the blush that was now creeping up his neck that he certainly remembered you.
-7 months ago-
He was the first and last man you had let fully fuck you at the club. There were plenty of other girls who liked sex with customers, but you weren't one of them. There was something so different about this mystery man, though, the way you kept catching him looking at you from across the room making you aroused instead of disgusted. He approached you while you were stopped at the bar, his voice low as he asked how he could get you into a private room.
He was unlike any other customer you had ever met. The moment you closed the door to the private room behind you, you expected to be pushed against the wall and touched, which you were more than willing to do for this man. However, he sat down on the velvet couch, softly instructing you how he wanted you to dance for him. When you straddled his lap, grinding against him, he looked downright nervous, causing you to grin.
"How do you want me, baby?" you whispered in his ear.
He turned his head, his breath heavy against your skin. His eyes bore into you, his arms snaking around your waist as he spun you around, laying you down on your back. He dipped his head to your collarbone, his tongue tracing your skin. The action made you shiver, your back arching up into him.
You were usually good at guessing a customer's character, but this man surprised you. His arms were so thick you were sure he could toss you around like a baseball, but he was gentle with you, treating you like porcelain. You felt a little guilty, because how good he was fucking you, you should've been paying him. No-one had ever touched you like he did that night, servicing you more so than you did him. You came twice before he even entered you, his cum spilling across your chest when he finally finished. He was even sweet enough to clean you up, opting to use his mouth instead of the typical rag that the club provided. He paid you double what you told him he owed you, and when you went home you touched yourself as you replayed the night in your head. You had seen him a handful of times after that, and he always treated you the same - like a goddess. It was impossible to get him out of your head, touching yourself to the thought of him not enough to satiate your needs.
-back to present-
Not only did he remember you, there wasn't a waking moment when Jack Abbot wasn't thinking about you. You haunted his dreams, too, so much so that he had to get two sets of spare sheets, waking up too many times to his sheets being ruined.
The only other person who knew about you was Robby, and Jack had only confessed to his friend his thoughts because he was starting to feel like a weirdo. You were just a woman doing her job, he was the one obsessed with you. Surely, you hadn't wasted a second thought on him.
That didn't seem to be the case, however, once he saw how wide your smile was. You definitely recognized him.
"Hiya. Some perv at the club I work at decided to get a little handsy, so I put him in his place. Didn't expect to take a piece of him with me." You held up your hand, which he gently took in his large hand. The warmth from the contact made you shiver, which made you and Jack lock eyes for a brief moment.
Stasi, who had been leaning over Jack's shoulder, watching him work, had caught the look on your face. She bit her lip, trying to hide a grin. "I'm gonna go get something to drink. Is there a cafeteria here?"
Jack kept his eyes on you, but replied, "Down the East hall, take a left. Big sign that says "cafeteria", can't miss it."
"Thank you, Doc!" Stasi winked at you and mouthed the words, "so hot!" before slipping out of the area.
Now alone with the doctor, you felt vulnerable, which was quite ironic considering how much of you he had already seen. Jack waited a few moments after Stasi left then said in a low voice, "What happened?"
"I already told you-"
"A patron did this?"
"Uh-huh"
"Who?"
"I didn't quite catch his name, too busy punching him in the face."
Jack shook his head, pulling up a small rolling table topped with medical equipment. You couldn't stop yourself from biting your lip as he worked on your hand, his touches just as soft and tender now as they were when he fucked you. Your thighs clenched at the memory of those same hands on the most sensitive parts of you, and you prayed he didn't notice the subtle movement.
"This is going to sting a little." He muttered, presenting you with the needle full of a numbing agent.
"I'm a big girl, I can handle it." you whispered back, suddenly feeling bold.
Jack didn't look at you until after he had injected the numbing agent, and when he met your gaze his eyes were the same kind of dark as they had been when the two of you had been in that private room. He held eye contact with you until you finally gave in, looking down at the cart full of medical supplies. He exhaled through his nose before continuing, gently extracting the tooth from your hand. It wasn't nearly as bad as you had imagined, still you kept your eyes elsewhere, your mind wandering back to your shared time in those private room.
"Is this the first time someone has physically attacked you at work?"
The question brought you back to the present, your chest feeling tight as you looked at him. The image of his flushed face pressed into your thighs after he made you cum on his tongue had just been replaying in your head, a little dizzy at the real world contact that was happening between the two of you right now. You shook your head, the answer making Jack's jaw clench.
"Your job sounds dangerous." he said it quietly, any anger he was feeling not present in his voice.
You shrugged. "Yeah, good thing I've got a killer right hook."
Jack gave you a pointed look, and even though you were trying to be nonchalant, it made you soften a bit. Even outside of sex, you were putty in his hands. "You're a funny girl, maybe you should quit your job and do comedy."
You snorted. "Yeah, right. I like where I work now-"
"Even when people are hurting you?"
"Technically, he just grabbed my ass, I'm the one who put the hurt on him."
Jack squeezed your hand lightly in his, the warning action causing you to shiver. The longer you were here with him, the harder it was getting to ignore the growing wetness in your underwear. You silently wished Stasi would hurry back, though a part of you wondered if she had recognized Jack and purposefully left the two of you alone together.
You tried to move the conversation along, starting, "You never said you were a doctor-"
"Are you really happy where you work?"
You frowned, meeting his eyes. He was looking at you so gently, almost intimately, and it made you feel funny. You shrugged. "It pays the bills..." you had intended to defend your job, but the serious look he was giving you made want to come clean. "Not exactly a dream job, I guess."
Jack hummed in understanding, now applying antibiotics to your wound. A few silent moments passed before he continued his questioning. "How much does your rent cost?"
You let out an awkward laugh, eyeing him a little sideways now. "Why, are you going to pay it?" You were joking, but the moment the words left your mouth you knew he wasn't joking.
The nonchalant way he shrugged confirmed for you he wasn't joking, which gave you goosebumps. Thankfully, before he could ask you anything else, Stasi was ripping back the curtain, causing the two of you to jump a little.
"How's it going in here?" She asked in a sing-songy tone.
Jack immediately snapped back into his professional mode, explaining to her what he had done to your hand and the aftercare instructions. He kept his eyes on you the entire time he spoke, only looking away to grab a script pad to write on. He handed it to you, muttering a quick, "excuse me," before swiftly leaving the room.
"I swear to god that guy was pitching a tent!" Stasi whispered excitedly to you as she helped you gather your things to leave. You handed the script to her as you scanned the room for the exit. She gasped and slapped your arm, waving the little piece of paper in your face. "HIS NUMBER IS ON THIS!"
She had intended for it to be a whisper, but you could tell by how many people were now looking at you that she had been too loud. You briefly locked eyes with Jack, who you saw exiting the bathroom. You shoved Stasi into the nearest room, relieved that no-one else was in there.
"He, why did you-"
"I know that guy. I've serviced him at the club."
Stasi face went from confused to delighted. "Oh. My. God. Is that Mr. Private Room?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good for you." You rolled your eyes, which made her playfully slap your arm. "You need to call him!"
"Yeah, right-"
"If you don't lock that dick down I will kick your ass."
You held up your bandaged hand, grinning. "I can fight back."
