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Sub!Spencer Reid X Sub!Reader

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Summary: Reader and Spencer have to share a room due to a Noah Kahan Concert leaving the hotel without spare rooms and they're forced to confront their urges

Relationship: Sub!Spencer Reid x Sub!Reader | Sub4Sub

Genre: 18+ MDNI | PWP? yearning and whoring yourself out to your coworker.

Word Count: 8.9K

Other: Lets pretend this didn’t take me two weeks but thats what happens when you are anti AI (bring back real writing from a hoe whose main language isn't English that also keeps getting into mad predicaments This isn’t beta read and I’m not used to writing in second person yet so if you see a “herself” allow it .

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You weren’t even supposed to be on this mission, your field assessment came through 120 seconds before takeoff.

You were eager; practically vibrating to get into the field, you had a bag packed stored under your desk from days ago; due to your wish that you’d catch the chance to assist sooner rather than later.

Due to you being unplanned for you weren’t accounted for when it came to a prepaid hotel room; This wasn’t the first mix-up of the night however; the FBI neglected to notice that the weekend they had landed in Boston, singer Noah Kahan was kicking off his new tour

The hotel said they were booked out for the night; that both they and their sister hotel were full due to the concert playing down the block; so this was your night… one queen-sized bed with a colleague you had a crush on…

Hotch had decided to pair you up with the agent in the largest room which just so happened to be Spencer’s room, which you were nervous about since you didn’t know him particularly well; he was so quiet you wondered how anyone on the team really knew him at all.

So here you were, standing outside room 103 with your bag on your shoulder and key card in hand; hyping yourself up to enter.

Spencer was perched at the end of the firm mattress of the brown and white hotel bed in his red plaid pyjamas reading “The Phenomenology of Spirit” by George Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel when the electrical whirring sound of the door unlocking sounded throughout the room

“Pzzt!”

You unlocked the door with your keycard; pushing it open with your hip as you struggled to put the card back into your pocket whilst; and at the same time attempting to put your go-bag back onto your left shoulder, after it had slipped off, as nonchalantly as possible. Attempting is the operative word, it didn’t go very well

Spencer glanced up from his book, and his brown eyes dilated slightly as he adjusted to the light turning on with the motion-activated lights, catching your less than elegant entrance. “Do you need any help?” He said as he noticed your arrival, flitting his eyes in your direction from your bag and back to your struggling face but you just shook your head, stubbornly, not wanting to seem incapable.

His eyes just as quickly returned to his page, his eyes still scanning the text rapidly; but seemingly slower than usual taking your speech as face value and leaving you to it. "I took the side closer to the door but would you prefer me to take the window?" He spoke matter-of-factly, already calculating their sleeping arrangements with very few inflexions in his voice

“No thank you; the window is good” you muttered shyly, he knew of your hyper vigilance in new places, you were just talking with the team about it last week at game night, you chastised yourself as you felt your heart go fuzzy. as it seemed like he planned it on purpose for you; but you shook it off, he probably just preferred the door side, mostly everyone had a sleeping preference.

"The lighting in this room is optimal for reading. Though I find the curtains slightly too thin for complete darkness." Spencer noted, standing up smoothly to let you pass. He adjusted his glasses slightly before rambling about the amenities of the room and his favourite and least favourites.

“That’s ok” you replied to his list; particularly the one about the curtains not being completely blacked out, pulling your bag on top of your side of the bed; with a light grunt from the weight, “I feel like I could sleep through a tornado” you continued as you smiled grabbing a towel from the compartment in the shared hotel wardrobe.

You smiled lightly, as you walked over to the bed closer to the window, tucking your bag into the bottom of the bed, locking your gun away in a portable gun safe and placing it in the bedside table

He moved methodically, pulling out his bag and placing it on his bed to set up his routine bedtime rituals. He quirked an eyebrow at your hyperbole, momentarily pausing his routine to observe "Interesting. I've never been able to sleep through natural disasters. My brain catalogues every potential danger during such events." he rambled as he resumed unpacking his toothbrush and dental hygiene kit with meticulous care.

“No it’s- It's like hyperbole” You giggled slightly, shaking your head, not making fun of him, but just enjoying how literal it was; in a world of similes, metaphors and sarcasm; it was a breath of fresh air.

You turned over your left shoulder to look at him; hanging up your coat on the way past the wardrobe, you smiled lightly, sort of lovingly at him which even the feeling itself confused you.

You then excused yourself “I’m going to shower, I think it's unlimited hot water so you should be good to come in after me if you wanted to” You blushed lightly, aware of how it sounded “-when I’m done, I mean” You fumbled out as you quickened your pace into the bathroom

Spencer nodded distractedly, already lost in his thoughts wondering about water conservation statistics in various countries to distract himself as he settled back onto the bed, reopening his book

You nod; pulling out your travel sized products and your travel razor and headed into the bathroom; your hand reaching for the shower faucet; starting the shower, and waiting for it to warm up as you stood in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare, completely unaware that you had accidentally left the door cracked a touch, chances are Spencer could see exactly in from where he was sat; but you were none the wiser

His eyes flicked briefly to the door, then back to his book a heat rising in both the room and his lap. He adjusted his glasses, trying to maintain focus on the complex verbiage in his book and less on the growing in his lap below it.

Despite his attempts, his enhanced senses caught the sound of running water and steam escaping from the partially open door in his view, though steamy in all aspects of the word, visible enough.

Whilst Spencer was having a moral crisis in the bedroom you were standing by the mirror brushing your teeth; starting your shower playlist, starting to strip as you were singing a little and shaking your hips to the song and (badly) dancing; starting a little performance in front of the mirror whilst waiting for the water to warm up.

He deliberately turned a page louder than usual, creating background noise to distract himself. The music, your singing, his thoughts and the smell of the shower products sent his head into a bit of a tizzy.

As you got into the shower, you noticed it didn't have a shower curtain, but a glass divider, naturally although for no reason, as no one, to your knowledge, could see you; you got a touch more self conscious as you started to bathe.

Spencer swallowed hard, forcing himself to recite the entire periodic table backwards in his mind. His eyes remained fixed on the book, though his peripheral vision was betraying him. His mind was going through hoops trying to distract himself, nothing was helping. Not lists, not rereading books in his head, not going through various things in detail; the only thing that helped was what happened next

The water droplets running down the glass partition caught the bathroom light, creating tiny rainbows that refracted into the room.

He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, finally closing his book and reaching for his glasses case. He needed a tactical retreat:

You got out of the shower; droplets turning the floor into a small puddle as you were wrapping your towel around yourself, ruffling your hair in it just so it was dry enough to grab your clothes and retreat back into the bathroom

Spencer's head snapped up at the sound of you exiting the bathroom, his counting faltering. He quickly averted his gaze to his book again, though his neck was flushed red.

"The... the bathroom is free now?" he asked stiffly, trying to keep his voice neutral although sounding monotone and strained, similar to how one might if they were angry, causing you to get a little defensive

“Yeah, its free, sorry it took so long, I tend to have what I call a princess shower” You giggled reaching into your bag for your pjs, your towel slipping a touch, your breast peeking out a little more than intended

His eyes widened behind his glasses, catching the glimpse despite his best efforts. He immediately focused on a particularly interesting spot on the wall.

"No apology necessary. I was... analysing some chemical formulas." His voice cracked slightly on the last word whilst brushing past you to try to run into the bathroom.

“Are you ok reid? Are you acting a little? I don't know, are you sick?” you asked standing there for longer in your predicament, unknowingly, as he cleared his throat repeatedly, still refusing to look directly at you. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt

"I'm perfectly fine. Just experiencing an... unusual physical response to... environmental factors." He meant the steam, but it sounded like he was implying something else entirely.

“What?” You asked confused as you looked around slightly, eyebrows furrowed before looking down and realising… You were still only in a towel “OH! Of course! of course; I'm so SO sorry, let me get changed” you said blushing like a tomato; so unbelievably embarrassed muttering apologies over and over again as you retreated back into the bathroom

He made a strangled sound of relief as you moved to change, his shoulders relaxing slightly. The towel situation had been a sensory overload but now stood in the middle of the room, unable to retreat to the bathroom anymore

"Thank you. The temperature here is approximately 78.2 degrees Fahrenheit. It is perhaps too warm for optimal comfort either way but it helps with you being more- well not that you were- I’m gonna shut up now” He was rambling now, a classic nervous habit. Everyone always told him to shut up when he did; everyone but you.

You got dressed into a silk night gown, stepping back out, no bra on, shown by gravity taking hold, you looked gorgeous, like a Greek statue.

It was even unknown to Spencer if you even had any underwear on; but he did notice the lack of support; he knew you had sensory issues though and so excused the lack of the thick fabric of a bra as just that.

His adam’s apple bobbed as he finally dared to glance at your outfit. The silk caught the light, and his brain helpfully provided an imaginary overlay of human female anatomy over your nightgown.

"That's... a very efficient choice for sleeping," he managed weakly, clutching his toothbrush like a shield as if it would protect him from the feelings he was feeling right now.

“Thank you! I got it last week on sale” You span around in it giggling at the texture “It's just the perfect texture” You said stimming slightly as you spoke “You can have your shower now, I’m sorry I took so long”

He stood quickly, nearly knocking over his bag in his haste. The movement caused him to stumble slightly. "Right. Yes. Shower. Now.” Spencer practically fled to the bathroom, closing the door with slightly more force than necessary. The sound of the water started immediately.

You laid in bed, listening to the water trickle against the floor of the shower; trying not to imagine your coworker naked, unbeknownst to you that Spencer was just having the same problem just inches away when you were showering; you felt a flutter between your legs and whimpered to yourself as the feeling surprised you “Jesus.”

In the shower, Spencer was having an internal crisis. The steam was clearing his mind slightly, but the image of your spinning remained vivid. He pressed his forehead against the cold tile wall. His hand drifting down to his navel

"This is highly inappropriate," he muttered to himself, his body betraying him with physical reactions he tried (and failed) to ignore; his cock already rock hard from the events in the bedroom as he stared at his, biting his lip and clenching his left fist; much like Mr Darcy as he tried to hold himself back.

He failed at this; his reprieve came in the form of his slender veiny hand wrapping around himself

Meanwhile, you were laid down in bed; arms by your side, eyes flickering between being closed and staring at the ceiling as you were rubbing your thighs together, panting slightly, wondering if you had time to “take care of it” before Spencer returned

Spencer finished his shower in record time, deliberately taking the coldest setting. His skin was slightly pink from the temperature difference as he emerged from the bathroom in fresh clothes, you could've sworn you didn’t see him take in, but maybe you were too distracted from thinking of him naked to pay attention.

He caught your movement and breathing pattern as he froze in place at the doorway, water still dripping from his hair; tapping on the floor like a knock.

Your legs immediately dropped straight down and together as soon as you saw Spencer, your eyes wide, as if it wasn’t obvious what was happening “Good shower?” You asked (not even a little)casually; your voice was a touch higher than usual and slightly shaky.

His face turned an even deeper shade of red at your tone. He adjusted his glasses nervously with his right hand, his other hand still gripping the wet towel like it was his lifeline. "Yes. Very... refreshing. The water pressure was adequate."

He stayed by the door, maintaining distance, though Spencer’s eyes kept darting to your legs then away, you saw his eyes darting and scuttled under the blankets “g-good, I'm glad” Your whole body was covered and you led on your side

He cautiously approached the bed, maintaining his usual side, discarding the towel in the distance; taking a deep breath in relief as the blankets created a barrier between you, which he was both grateful for and disappointed about.

"You should sleep. We have a long day tomorrow with the case." His voice was rougher than usual, obviously still affected by the tension which felt like it was suffocating you both.

“Y-yes, probably” you nodded lightly, turning over so your back was facing him; your pussy still pulsing, making it impossible for you to sleep, you just lay there your legs tangled into each other

You lay there, both trying not to pay attention and yearning for the pressure of your thighs against your clit and feeling of the cloth pressing against the tip of his cock felt better at the same time

He lay down stiffly, facing away from you. His fingers tapped anxiously on the mattress; the room was silent minus the small short “dum dum dum dum” of his drumming, the melody stopping as he interrupted himself "I can... I can read until you fall asleep, if that helps," he offered awkwardly, reaching for a book from his bag.

“Hmm?” You turned around wondering how he knew you were struggling to sleep, your eyes wide in the darkness

Spencer kept his back to you, but his ears turned pink. "Your breathing pattern indicates you're restless. You often need a distraction to sleep when we travel." He opened the book, though he wasn't actually reading it, just holding it as a prop

“I-it's not that, it's fine” You shook your head “I'll pass out eventually”

He hesitated, then whispered: "Is there something bothering you? You're usually more... put together, though it would make sense if this was always how you were in the evenings; we’ve never slept together before- LIKE TO SLEEP! Well, that too but also this and someone kill me, I think it’s the only way I will stop." He said punctuating his ramble with a joke, leaving you to giggle his concern for your wellbeing overrode his discomfort, as it always did.

“I-I” you shakes your head “im just…” you shake your head once more, embarrassed at the predicament you are now experiencing “im ok”, you either tell him and make this incredibly awkward and never be able to look him in the eyes, also risking an HR appointment or… what is the point of thinking of the other one when you aren’t going to pick it

He finally turned his head slightly, the lamp switching on, just enough to see your profile in the dim light. "You're a terrible liar," he said softly. "Like god-awful for someone trained to notice patterns in behaviour."

“I'm just a little… uh. I-“You avoid eye contact, your hips shifting as it tries to fix the issue between your legs watching as his eyes narrowed slightly, analysing your movements with clinical precision. His genius mind made connections rapidly. "A little... what?" he asked carefully, though he was starting to suspect. Not wanting to make that move if it wasn't confirmed

“I don’t know! It's fine, don't worry” Your blush spread to your head, your full face flushed, trying to hide it slightly with the blanket before jumping as Spencer closed his book with a snap, setting it aside. His analytical nature wouldn't let him drop it.

"You're fidgeting. And your pupils are dilated. These are classic signs of physical arousal.” He snapped slightly and immediately regretted being so blunt.

“Jesus Christ,” you whispered in surprise, fiddling with your hands and blushing “yeah, I'm uh.. frustrated” you half whispered-half whimpered your nipples permeating through the fabric.

His breath caught audibly. He hadn't expected you to confirm it. He adjusted his position, still maintaining distance. "Oh! Oh. I see." He stared at the ceiling, processing this information as his own body responded involuntarily to your admission.

His eyes flicked down following your legs falling involuntarily, then back up. He swallowed hard, his hands gripping the blanket. "That's... understandable. We're in an intimate sleeping arrangement."

His voice wavered slightly on 'intimate.'

“It's a natural biological response." He was trying to be professional, but his brain was providing detailed thoughts of you naked again.

“Why? Are you- Do you? You- I-“ you shook your head stuttering trying to pull yourself together, cursing yourself under your breath “I feel like I never see you act like you are right now either” You bring up; looking towards him shyly, like one fast move will spook him

His eyes widened at your observation. He rarely showed his own needs, always hiding behind facts and logic. He didn't answer entirely aloud at first just nodding his head mumbling out a small “yeah… me too” He immediately wished he hadn't said that last part. “B-but I doubt it's the same; I'm not... practised… in physical intimacy."

His honesty was both his strength and weakness.

“Do-“ you paused before trying again “did you want to be?” You bit your lip being bold for the first time *intentionally* since landing this afternoon

His heart raced dangerously fast. He turned his head to look at you fully now, searching your face. “Like… do that with... you?" he whispered, voice barely audible.

“Imeanonlyifyouwanto” you rushed the words ‘I mean only if you want to’ your eyes locking with him shaking your head as you go to roll back over whilst saying “If not just forget I said anything”

His breathing became shallow as he firmly grabbed your arm. He was torn between his extensive knowledge of sexual mechanics and his embarrassment of his inexperience. "I've never... with a partner," he confessed not wanting to let you down.

“I’ve wanted to though… with you…” His confession hung in the air, heavy with implications of the talk that will have to come after of their new relationship is or whatever this will be

“You have?!” You asked louder than intended “I didn't know” you stuttered, seeming a little brash; before immediately sitting up and holding his forearm “No, I mean- I have too! Its requited but I didn't think you liked me like that” Their eyes locked in place; their pupils dilating and constricting in a fluttering manner

He stared at you in shock. His brain firing off dopamine, oxytocin and adrenaline as he looked at you as his mind also processed your words rapidly. "You've thought about me... that way?" His voice was filled with disbelief and hope. His hand unconsciously moved closer to your side of the bed.

“I-yeah,” you scoffed playfully before whispering to him “not even 25 minutes ago when you were in the shower” you squeaked “I think about you that way… a lot” your voice full of shyness and stuttering and blushing, your legs halfmindedly opening more

Spencer’s eyes darkened at your confession. His hand stopped moving, gripping the mattress instead. "Twenty-five minutes ago," he repeated hoarsely. "I tried to think of anything else when you were in there too." He chuckled dryly as he glanced down at your legs, then back to your face, his glasses catching the light.

"What specifically did you think about?" Spencer leaned in slightly his hand reaching out, causing you to shiver under his touch, he pushed your hair behind your ear

“I thought about… you… touching yourself in the shower, moaning all pretty and whimpering” you whined, your eyebrows raising and knitting together, your pussy making you so needy and pathetic, you feel like you’d say anything for him to touch you right about now

A strangled sound escaped his throat causing a smile to creep onto your lips, licking them lightly as his own arousal became impossible to ignore now.

"I don't... whimper," he protested weakly, a bold faced lie, something you’d find out later, though his hips shifted involuntarily at the mental image you painted. "But I did think of you hearing me, I couldn't… You know… get off though I was scared of being too loud”

“Fuck, Spencer” you whined pupils blown; looking up at him submissivly our lip as you pulled him closer to face you “thats so hot” his eyes also garnered a submissive look at he looked back at you

you continued teasing him, hands still on his arms, fingers flexing, yearning to touch more of him, “i- oh fuck” you whispered towards him “that must me frustrating, not being able to… finish”

"It was excruciating," he admitted. "I've never been that hard before." His breathing became heavier as he spoke. His control was slipping further with each word.

The room enveloped in the lack of words; the sounds of panting and mouths parting ever so often being the only sounds in the room for what feels like forever before Spencer breaks said silence with

"I wanted to call your name."

“A-are you still… are you…?” you glanced down at his crotch unable to see through the sheets “You can moan my name, whenever you want” you squeaked like a little mouse; shy and sweet

He followed your gaze, then quickly looked back at your face, cheeks burning. "I am. And I might." He nodded back as his voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"Would you like that? Hearing me say your name when I...?"

You can't even catch up with everything he's saying in time; your mind is running a mile a minute; which causes each of your next sentences to come out one after the other with a short, if any, pause “You are?! Can i…. Can- may i see… please” you whined looking into his eyes, the tension thick “i would” you nods fast “that would turn me the fuck on”

His chest rose rapidly. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled the sheet down slightly, revealing the obvious bulge in his pyjama pants. "You can look," he consented, voice trembling. "But I've never... shown to anyone."

You didn't look until the verbal consent but when you did you visually salivated subconsciously inside your mouth as your eyes drew down to his clothed cock “Oh god” you squeaked, “it's so big even in… even covered” you looked intently

Your fingers flexed against your thigh wanting to wrap your small hand around it; you looked up at him with pupils blown, arousal bubbling under the surface

“Spencer” you said meekly “I-“ you shied away from the question, you had pushed enough in your mind, you should be happy with what you have, you should want for nothing; you have a beautiful man with a beautiful (though clothed) cock in front of you and all you’re thinking about is wanting more “n-never mind”

He caught your hesitation, his curiosity piqued. He reached out tentatively, touching your arm, not wanting to scare you but not wanting to make you feel unheard "No, tell me. What were you going to say?"

His touch was gentle but firm, his touch-starved body craving contact.

“I just wanted to ask…” You paused blushing brightly and turning the lamp on “I-if I could, maybe, touch it” you interrupted speaking fast “just once! Over the pants! I just… curiosity”

His breath hitched audibly, and his hips jerked involuntarily at your request. The brightness of the lamp revealed his flushed face and dilated pupils.

"O-oh," he stuttered, completely unprepared for such a direct request. "You want to... feel it? Over my pants?” He swallowed hard, torn between shock and arousal. His fingers tightened on your arm.

“ONLY IF THAT'S OK” you covered your face blushing, wishing you hadn't said anything, mentally seeing yourself digging your own grave “It's totally fine, I- I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked”

He quickly shook his head, his hand moving to gently pull yours away from your face. "No, no, it's... " It's okay," he assured you, though his voice was strained. "I just wasn't expecting you to be so... forward."

He shifted again, his cock straining against the fabric as he considered your offer. "I want you to touch me," he confessed quietly. "But I need you to be sure. This is new territory for me."

“I'll only do it once I p-promise” you nodded fast both submissive agents looking at one another's eyes before yours trickled back down to his cock, straining against his pants

He nodded back, his breathing becoming ragged. He released your arm and slowly moved his hand to the waistband of his pants.

"Just once," he stated some rules, his fingers trembling slightly as he began to push them down. "And if I say stop, you stop immediately." The fabric slid down, revealing more of his V-line and the dark trail of hair leading to his pubic area.

You nodded immediately, not speaking your eyes still entranced as the waistband was inches away from the base of his cock, you leaned in closer, admiring it through the pants before looking back up, not leaning back, so your face was still beside his clothed cock

His pyjama bottoms were pushed down giving way to his boxers

He groaned at your proximity, feeling your warm breath through the thin cotton. His cock throbbed under your gaze, precum beading at the tip and soaking into the fabric. His hands gripped the sheets tightly to keep himself from thrusting against your face.

"Are you... going to touch it?" His voice was hoarse with restraint and desire.

Your eyes snapped back down seeing it jump in his pants at them locking eyes, you blushed lightly “j-just once” you reminded yourself aloud before reaching forward

He watched you reach for him, his heart pounding so hard he was sure you could hear it. His breath hitched as your hand neared his covered cock, and he bit back a moan at the sight of your blushing face. When your hand finally made contact, his hips jerked involuntarily and he let out a strangled gasp.

You let out a stifled whimper at his gasp as it paired with a thrust, your hand finally making contact as you traced the shape with your fingertips imagining what it looks like before pausing to make eye contact with him again.

His gasp turned into a low groan as you began to explore his cock through his pants. Your gentle touch was almost unbearably pleasurable, and he had to use every ounce of self-control to keep himself from cumming right then and there. His hips bucked again, pressing his cock more firmly against your hand, and he looked down at you with dark, needy eyes.

"Holy shit..."

You licked your lips, staring at his outline like a hungry wolf before hesitantly pulling your hand away; letting out a sound similar to that of a wounded dog at having to stop touching Spencer’s pretty cock

"That was amazing," Spencer half whimpered- half whispered. "But you didn't have to stop there." He pouts softly, his eyes resembling a begging puppy

His eyes flicked down to your covered chest, then back to your eyes, silently asking if you wanted to continue. His hand hovered near your waist, wanting to pull you close but unsure if he should.

“Y-you said I could only touch once, a-and only above the pants” you stuttered blushing pulling yourself closer to him, almost sat on his lap “Did you… change your mind”

He remembered his own words and nodded slowly, though his body was screaming at him to say no. His mind was torn between his strict adherence to rules and his intense desire for your touch

"I did," he admitted. "But seeing you like that... I'm having trouble remembering why I said that." His hand finally pulled you up and settled on your waist, resting there lightly.

"You're making it very hard to think straight."

“W-we could do just one more touch each” you nodded, bending the rules “and then that's it” you suggested as you looked into his eyes nibbling your lip, hips circling lightly “Just one more touch” you whimpered, “y-you could touch me and I could touch you”

Spencer’s eyes darkened with lust at your suggestion. Hissing at your movement he LIFTED your full body weight and set you back on the bed

The idea of reciprocation made his cock twitch again, a drop of precum forming at the tip and seeping through the fabric.

"One more touch," he agreed, his voice rough. "And I can touch you too. But where?" His hand on your waist tightened slightly, his thumb stroking your skin through the nightgown.

You shivered slightly looking into his submissive eyes with equal submission “W-wherever you want; anything you want to do to me” you whined, almost completely ignoring any glimpse of holding back, “I-i can put some underwear on if you’d prefer” You braced yourself for having to stand up and break the tension, possibly forever

He shook his head quickly, not wanting any barriers between them. His fingers drummed against your waist, contemplating his options. "No, no underwear," he said firmly, thinking you meant a bra. "I want to feel you."

He paused, then added quietly, "And I’ve decided. For certain. I want you to feel me again. Down here." He glanced down at his crotch, then back at your face, gauging your reaction.

“B-but…. I-“ you blushed bright red “I just want to let you know” you squeaked basically panting at this point “I'm not wearing any panties”

His breath caught in his throat at your confession, and his eyes widened. The thought of your bare pussy under that nightgown made his cock throb violently. He followed your gaze, then looked back at you with intense desire.

You averted your eyes hornily when he said he wanted you to touch him again “Touch you O-over? Or…” you blushed looking down at his leaky cock

"Over," he said hoarsely. "For now. But I want to see you." He tugged gently at the nightgown, wanting to lift it but waiting for your permission. "Please."

You waited for him to pull off your nightgown and as he did Spencer admired you; letting out a breath of air “Holy Shit” Spencer swears, panting himself, licking his lips

You smirked as you leaned into his pants, seeing his strain and his wet patch from leaking, your last touch, you had to make it count “… so “ you asked “am I only allowed to use my hands?” you asked shyly

He watched your lean in, his breathing becoming heavier. He swallowed hard at your question, contemplating the answer. "J-Just your hands," he said after a moment. "No mouth. And no going under the pants."

You nodded militarily as you heard the rules you rubbed his whole length up and down; your whole body quivering "Spencer~! you're so big” you squealed teasing him and moaning lightly under your breath still moving your hands around, feeling him

He groaned deeply as you rubbed him, his hips bucking up into your touch. His hands fisted the sheets again, trying to maintain control.

"Fuck..." he whimpered. "Your hands feel so good." His head is tossed back as he feels the warmth of your hands mixed with the feeling of his precum on the head of his cock leaking

You giggled as Spencer bucked up, you smiled feeling his leaky wet tip through his pants, humming licking your lips, hoping that one day you will get to taste him

As you were lost in thought of having Spencer’s cock in your mind one day he hissed at your giggle, embarrassed but turned on by your amusement. His tip was indeed very wet, and he could feel the fabric sticking to him.

"Stop giggling," he said breathlessly. "You're driving me crazy."

“Awww poor baby” You touched the wetness, teasing him as you moved your hand to your mouth after; tasting him

His eyes widened as he watched you taste him, a strangled sound escaping his throat. His cock jumped at the sight of your lips on your fingers. "Jesus Christ, angel..."

He noticed you shiver as he traced a finger on your thigh and a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. He paused his finger. "What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head. "Do you not like it when I touch you there?"

You panicked that he'd remove it and shook your head fast “n-no! NO! I do! Spencer I do, it’s ok!” Before letting out a pathetic whimper “Please don't stop”

The only way you could describe Spencer’s look at that moment was “gooey” as he resumed his movement, more confidently now. His touch was light and careful, almost reverent. "Good," he said genuinely. "Because I really like touching you."

He then stood up slowly, pulling you up with him, his cock bobbing in his underwear with the movement and him towering over you slightly.

You looked up at him, towering over you, a whole foot taller than you “H-Hi” you whined shyly, almost feeling like prey as you blushed looking into his eyes

He looked down at you with a warm smile, his height difference making him feel protective. He cupped your cheek with one hand. "Hi," he said back, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.

He noticed the whimpering and you rubbing your thighs together and his eyes darkened again, noticing your reaction to his size. He moved his hand from your cheek to your chin, tilting your face up. "You like that I'm tall, don't you?" Before kneeling in front of you “how about this? Do you like this too?”

You watched as this strong, smart FBI agent got onto his god damn KNEES in front of you, hard and eyes like a puppy and you wonder what you did to deserve this but you thank whichever God made it happen

"Remember, no touching," he reminded you, though he wasn't sure if he was saying it for you or himself.

You nodded fast repeating the rule “no touching” You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation perching back on the bed as he stood back up; taking some steps towards you, causing you to gulp

Spencer also swallowed hard, you repeating his rule making him even more aware of his own arousal. He hooked his fingers into the boxers as well, ready to remove them. His hands were shaking slightly.

He pulled the boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his fully erect cock. It stood proudly against his stomach, as he blushed.

The second his cock came out of his boxers your jaw dropped and you drooled slightly from both ends, you had half a mind to drop to your knees but you couldn't; remembering his rule “no touching” you whined, pouting lightly as you repeatedly whispered it.

He watched your drool, his face turning redder. He placed a hand over his face, embarrassed by your reaction. "God, angel..." he groaned. "You're killing me."

You needed to touch yourself but you couldn’t, and you couldn't touch him, you gulped and nodded tearing your eyes away “T-thank you… t-time for bed… i don't think I'll be able to control myself otherwise” you whispered the last but pulling your nightgown back on and lying down

He quickly pulled his boxers back up and his pants, grateful for the distraction of getting dressed. He watched you lie down, still flustered.

"Yeah, bed sounds good," he agreed, though he was clearly still very turned on. He turned off the lamp and got into bed beside you, keeping a safe distance. "Goodnight."

“Night, Spence, sleep well” you whispered your hands cupping your drooling pussy begging it internally to stop

He heard your whisper and closed his eyes, trying to get his body to calm down. He could hear your movements and bit his lip, knowing he was in for a long night. “Good night” he whimpered back

You rolled uncomfortably for an hour before giving up on sleep unknowing that Spencer was laid there, listening to your roll. His eyes opened again, peeking at you in the dark. He was still awake too, his own discomfort growing.

“Spencer” you whispered curiously “are you still awake”

He turned his head to face you, his voice hoarse. "Yeah. I can't sleep either."

“Is it because of…” You blushed “our situation”

He nodded slightly, even though you couldn't see it well. "Probably. You're driving me crazy, angel."

“Maybe we could… touch ourselves… we wouldn't be touching each other and-and then we can sleep…”

His breath hitched at your suggestion. He hesitated, knowing it was risky. "That... that could work," he said slowly. "But just to sleep."

You nodded “just to sleep” You repeated once more your hand sinking under the bedsheets gasping as you found what you were looking for, your clit “Same time?”

Spencer watched your hand disappear, his own hand twitching at his side. He nodded again, his voice thick. "Same time. On three."

“O-one, you whimpered stroking your inner thigh, biting your lip as you feel your pussy drooling like a waterfall “t-two”

He counted with you, his heart racing.

"Three,"

Spencer took a breath out, finally allowing himself to touch himself through his pants at the same time as you also sighed with relief as you started to rub your clit, gasping and moaning lightly

He let out a quiet groan as he palmed himself, trying to keep quiet. He listened to your gasps and moans, his mind racing with thoughts of you touching yourself because of him.

You reached your hand over; "that's not going to make you cum Spencer, don't be shy, we have the same problem” You grabbed his hand pushing it down his waistband; not touching anything but his hand, before moving your hand back to your clit

He gasped as you grabbed his hand, his eyes widening. He hesitated for a moment before complying, wrapping his hand around his cock and starting to stroke slowly. "Angel..." he whimpered, your nickname coming out as a plea.

“Good boy, Spencer,” you whimpered as you touched yourself, feeling empty; frustratingly whimpering trying everything before you start to finger yourself, the room full of obscene noises now, the “plap plap” of Spencer fucking his fist and of you fucking your fingers and moaning like a desperate little slut

He couldn't hold back anymore, his hips bucking into his fist. The sounds of your fingers and your moans were making him lose control, his breathing ragged. "Fuck, I can't believe we're doing this," he panted, his hand moving faster.

“Feel good” you moaned looking at him as you got yourself off “feel good touching your cock next to me spence?” you dirty talked him

Spencer looked back at you, his eyes dark with lust. He nodded frantically, biting his lip to keep from moaning louder. "So good," he admitted. "Wish it was your hand instead."

You nodded fast joining him in moaning “me too, wish it was my pussy, you'd feel so good, I’d feel so full” You whimpered as you fingered yourself faster; moaning his name

He groaned loudly at your words, his cock throbbing in his hand as he imagined it was your pussy, thinking about how tight and warm you would be around him.

"You'd be so tight," he whined as you both lost yourselves in the fantasy; doing everything except crossing that very particular line. "I'd fill you up so good." he whimpered reaching over and grabbing your non dominant hand as you both whimper to yourselves

You moan louder, losing interest in the concept of restraint “please oh fuck “ you beg to no one in particular; the universe probably, “I wish I could touch you”

Spencer was panting heavily, imagining pumping you full of his cum. He squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming too soon.

You stop everything and let out a frustrated whimper rolling over to face him, your eyes pleading “Just one lick please oh god please I'm dying; you can say no and it's fine! But- but if you say no can I have a kiss?”

He looked at your pleading eyes, his resolve crumbling more and more by the second; he glanced down at your body, then back up at your face before zoning in on your lips”

"Just one," he whispered. "But you have to stay still."

You nod frantically, poking your tongue all the way out as he shuffles closer, his cock still in his hand. He brought his tip to your tongue, barely touching it.

"Just a taste," he warned, his voice strained.

You whimpered, with it being so close “Spencer ~” you moaned before licking it moaning swirling your tongue around his cock; his resolve crumbled, he turned into a pathetic and whiny mess under you

He gasped at the feeling of your tongue, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. He grabbed your hair gently, trying to maintain control.

"Angel, you're making this hard to stop," he whined, his previous command of 'no touching' forgotten in the pleasure; not realising that him holding your hair is just holding you on his cock

“‘S ok” you whimper mouth full of cock, drooling, the two subs lost in the pleasure “jus’ one more lick? ‘S that ok,” you whimper, listening to his whines and pathetic moans

He nodded desperately, his whimpers turning into soft whines of submission. "Please, angel, please give me another lick," he begged so prettily. "I need it so bad."

He shudders violently, as he feels the flat of your tongue drag itself up the underside of the base of his cock his body trembling at the new sensation. His cock twitches against your tongue, leaking pre-cum like a faucet

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he chants, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "Your tongue feels amazing."

“I-“ you look up at him, trembling just leaking so bad “just one suck” you whispered whimpering too “jus one, one is okay right” He looks down at you with desperate eyes, his poor virgin mind clouded with lust; unsure what he had gotten himself into.

He just whimpers and nods, his hips thrusting. You excitedly looked at him as you started opening your mouth lingering for a while before enveloping his whole cock in your mouth, gagging a little around it, trying to make it all fit

He lets out a strangled cry as you take him in your mouth, his head falling back. His thighs shake and his eyes roll back into his head. He can't believe he's getting his first blowjob from a coworker; this whole premise is against everything he stands for.

"angel, fuck, you're so good at this," he moans, his voice high and needy as you suck, bobbing your head once before pulling off, you both whimpering pathetically, lost in the pleasure

He whimpers louder at the loss though, his cock bobbing pathetically in the air. His hips buckle slightly at the lack of contact as he looks at you with glazed eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" Spencer whines, his voice strained and high sounding like a needy puppy whimpering "I was close."

“Y-you said just one” you stuttered, pupils blown and cheeks flushed embarrassingly as you started subconsciously wrapping your legs around his

He nods his head hesitantly, remembering his own words; regretting saying them. He pouts, lightly, his chest rising and falling fast as he stands, frustrated and horny.

"I know” he whimpered high pitched, struggling to keep his hands off of you. “I-I know but I need more now," he whines again. "I need to feel your mouth again… please” his voice cracks at the end, full of need and urgency

“Wan’ more of me?” You whined “Can I- wanna kiss you” You ask and Spencer’s eyes widened at the suggestion, his pout turning into a hopeful expression. He leans forward slightly.

"Please," he begs politely, his hands on your hair again. "I want to kiss you so bad."

You straddle him, your bare pussy stroking against the length of Spencer’s hard cock as you lean in for a kiss

He gasps as you straddle him, his hands flying to your hips to hold you in place. The friction against his cock makes him moan into the kiss, his hips bucking up instinctively.

You moan into his mouth as you both start to dry hump; his cock sliding between your folds the tip hitting your clit with every thrust

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he rutted against you. He was completely lost in the sensation, his body overwhelmed by the brand new experience.

"Jesus, you're so wet," Spencer mumbled against your lips. “Did I do this?”

“Mhmm turned me on so bad” you whimpered back, panting into each other's mouths pathetically “such a good boy”

He blushed at the praise, his ego being stroked… as well as other things, his confidence growing. "You're a good girl," he agreed, his hands roaming your body. "Only mine." He started kneading your breast as he made out with you

You break the kiss to start to nibble on his neck. Spencer tilts his head to give you better access, his breath hitching. He grips your hips tighter, helping you move against him.

"Fuck, I want to be inside you," he confesses, his voice trembling with need.

“Needy boy” you tease while also asking if he is sure you smile into his neck biting slightly as he shivers, his face flushing darker. He nods eagerly, his innocence showing. "Yes, please," he whimpers. "I want to give it to you. I want to lose it to you."

You bite lightly “wanna be on top or want me to be?” You smiled into his neck, leaning back up to kiss his mouth “What do you think will feel better?”

He thinks for a moment, his mind clouded with lust and inexperience. He's never thought about positions before. "I want to be on top" he decides shyly. "I want to see you. I want to watch you take me."

You nodded, kissing the submissive man hungrily “ok-ok” He moans kissing back with equal hunger, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. He rolls them over, switching their positions.

"Tell me if I do it wrong," he says nervously, looking down at you with wide eyes.

You nod so fast spreading your lips before looking at him whining “so excited”

He positions himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing. He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Me too," he whispers, and pushes in slowly, gasping at the tightness.

You let out a loud slightly desperate moan as he pushes into you; the stretch, the feeling of the head pushing in; it made the wait worth it, made your years of celibacy worth it, the feeling of Spencer whimpering as he pushed his cock against your aspot was enough to turn someone religious “fuck! Spencer!”

His eyes widen at your loud moan, his own moan matching yours. He freezes for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside someone for the first time.

"You feel amazing," he pants. "I can't believe I'm actually fucking you." His eyes gleamed a boyish charm mixed with joyous disbelief leaving trails of hickeys on your neck his pressure going from unsure and light nibbles to bites as he saw the first proper hickey he had left

“Me either, fuck, so full, feel so full, youre so fucking huge” you pants your eyes fluttering as he marked you up “my good puppy” the squeak of the bed frame and the slapping of skin was unmistakable; if you could think right now you would be worried about people hearing you; however, you couldn’t think, Spencer had fucked your brain out of you

He whimpers at the praise, his ego swelling again. He leans down to kiss your jaw, his thrusts becoming more desperate.

"Your good puppy is all yours," he pants between kisses. "And you're mine, right? My pretty kitty?" you both nodded fast, foreheads pressed against each other both panting pathetically “ahahahah~,” Spencer listened to your pants and moaned completely lost in the rut, his poor inexperienced mind in a haze of pleasure and complete submission.

You nodded pathetically fast “‘m all yours, Spence,” you said rutting against him both of you panting pathetically “ahahahah,” He laughs breathlessly with you, both of you rutting and panting. He's completely lost in the rut, his virgin mind in a haze of pleasure and submission.

“Such a good- ah boy” you moaned starting to pant “harder” you squealed; voice higher than your usual tone, sounds escaping your throat you didn't even know you could make “That's it good boyyyy” you bit his lip lightly as you leant down to kiss him

He growls softly at your encouragement, his thrusts becoming harder but slower, rather than shallower but faster He's determined to please you, to be a good boy.

To be your good boy

Spencer grips the bed sheets tightly as he groans your name; his volume increased as he whined; getting closer to the edge his hand digging into your flesh; like he was in disbelief that this was happening, that it was really you

"I'm close," Spencer’s voice tightens as he warns, his pace becoming frantic. "Jesus; gotta pull out” he basically growled as his voice cracked with desperation “So close to cumming inside you" Spencer warned as he whimpered trying to psych himself up to give up and lose this unbelievable feeling; he had a couple more seconds before he had to pull out anyway. “So good angel”

“Please do please! Im cumming please” You begged; voice raw with need, as you cut off his thoughts, he threw out every possible piece of good sense that he had

He lets out a guttural moan as he feels you tighten around him squeezing him in intervals as your orgasm washes over you; the feeling pushing him over the edge. He thrusts shallow but fast chasing his orgasm.

"Fuck!” Spencer whimpers, his face visibly holding back, pouting lightly as he moaned “fuck” followed by an urgent “I'm cumming!" Your legs wrap around his waist nodding and whimpering; his body trembling with the intensity of his first orgasm with someone else’s help.

He thrusts deep one last time and releases inside you, filling you up as promised.

You squealed as you felt the veins in his cock jutt the body releases built up energy and excitement, as you feel the short rush of warmth inside of you; it’s different to any feeling you had ever felt, you’d never let guys fuck you raw before never mind cum inside; you were pulling Spencer down to you; capturing his lips betwixt your own, his hip stuttering forward, almost attempting to get deeper even though you were up to his hilt.

He collapses on top of you, one arm gripping the mattress; still very much inside of you; Spencer buries his face in your neck, after almost quite literally falling off of your lips; lazily kissing your neck as he still twitches with aftershocks.

"That was... incredible," Spencer pants breathily; his voice cracking slightly as he spoke, his voice hoarse and low. "You're incredible." He strokes your hair gently reaching over his side of the bed to grab a bundle of tissues, cleaning you up a little as he cradles your head; rolling onto his side and in turn, pulling you onto his chest; he attempted some words of affirmation and some water but in honesty, by the time your head touched his chest you passed out

puppykinkbloguwu

Bunny girl who keeps “accidentally” going into wolf territory. They always catch the small runt. To teach her to stay out, the wolves pound her pussy raw. Every wolf gets a turn to do whatever they want to the small thing. Sometimes multiple wolves at once, stretching her every hole. They make her choke on their cock as they use her ears as to shove her mouth further down to make sure she swallows every drop. Finally after everyone gets a turn (or multiple) they force her back to her territory covered with wolf cum. The wolves think this time she’ll get the lesson, but the dumb thing always wanders back.

1ittlet0yy

i really really need to be held down and used like a fleshlight

velvetground-6

Could I please request OF Clark and the way he likes to play with himself?

explicit 18+ naughty camboy clark is a dear friend to me

OF clark is a fucking tease. a cocky, smiley, horny little tease that flexes his biceps extra hard for the camera, likes doing push ups naked, and more often than not just tortures himself for all of his viewers too.

he’ll edge himself for days, weeks, up to a whole month to really get a good flood of cum and make sure he films it all the way through at the best up close angles. he slaps his heavy cock against the granite of the table and ends up leaking everywhere making a sticky disgusting mess. when he jerks off he’ll first put up a huge water bottle next to his dick just to give his subscribers the same size references he always loves to give. he’ll wear sweatpants low on his hips without any underwear so his bush hangs out, wiggling his hips ever so slightly until his dick is just dangling out and he shrugs to pretend it’s an accident before smiling and stroking his cock slow and tight.

cassierins

"You're a bad idea, but a real good time."

dbf!Jack Abbot x robinavitch!reader

synopsis: For the past six years, your family never missed their mandatory two-week summer vacation to the lake house. But after Pittsfest, your brother and your dad leave on their own trip to work through the tensions it left behind—leaving you alone for two weeks with your dad's best friend.

word count: 6.2k

content tags: mdni, older man/younger reader, age gap, dbf!jack abbot, robinavitch!reader, gn!reader, dry humping, european author who doesn't know shit about us geography, unfunny author tries to be funny, maybe ooc jack?

a/n: so this is something new for me, I have never written smut or anything explicit before. I also never searched for synonyms as much as I did to write this haha. It might be clumsy and awkward, but I hope you enjoy this!

I used this great guide to write the most explicit scenes.

dividers credit: uzmacciato, saradika-graphics

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When you were eighteen years old, your dad had decided to create a new family tradition: a two-week-long vacation at the family lake house up in Kelley island, Ohio.

It sat near Lake Erie, tucked away from everything. It was nowhere near as loud and crowded as Pittsburgh—it was the opposite actually. The drive there took nearly four hours, but even that felt like a part of the vacation: windows rolled down, sunglasses on, radio on bursting out old songs from the 70s, your dad smiling widely and singing out loud. He always looked lighter than he did at home.

The new rule had been sudden, but it was also a well-needed change. As you grew up, your relationship with your father had started to strained. You got along well enough, yet it often felt like the both of you weren't truly close.

The thing was, Michael Robinavitch was a great doctor and an excellent mentor (though even that had become questionable lately), but when it came to his personal life, he struggled a little more than he'd like to admit. Being your dad was his greatest pride, his biggest achievement, but there were times when he struggled to stay out of the ED and actually be there for you. Fatherhood didn't come naturally to him. He had always been one to avoid commitment and being a father was a lifelong commitment that wasn't going to go away simply because he had too much on his plate.

Which was why he had put the mandatory two-week-long vacation in place.

Kelleys Island brought a peace you couldn't find in Pittsburgh. It was small, slow and almost too peaceful. The lake stretched endlessly, and the house was old, something that carried history and a beauty modern houses couldn't match. It was a place where you could allow yourself to sit in silence, work through your thoughts and relax.

For the first trip, it had been just you and your dad. It was a little chaotic, with your dad struggling to adjust to having nothing to do. He grew stir-crazy, but the two of you ended up doing a lot together: kayaking, hiking, and anything else you could find.

It had been refreshing.

Despite the fact that your father earned a pretty great salary, you had never really gone on trips. Or at least, nothing longer than a weekend getaway. As far as you remembered, your dad had always been a workaholic and had a hard time stepping out of the ER. The time away helped you grow closer, learn more about each other and begin to reconcile.

The first night at the lake house, the two of you sat on the dock in silence, watching the water ripple as it reflected the stars. There was no light pollution here: the sky stretched endlessly, no clouds in sight, and constellations were brighter than you had ever seen them before.

Your dad had started talking about his Bubbe: memories from when he was a kid, things she had taught him, and stories about times he'd been caught doing something he definitely shouldn't have. You could hear the smile in his voice, but there was something underneath, too. Nostalgia, but also the quiet kind of homesickness that never really went away after a loved one passed away.

Then, the conversation had shifted to you, your first year at nursing school and how it was going. If you liked it, if it was going well, if you were having a hard time and if you had made friends.

You left from the lake house lighter than you'd ever been.

For the second trip to the lake house, Jake joined you.He was ten years old when he joined in the second trip, and despite the nine years age gap, you had a fantastic time. You had always gotten along.

You had lost your mother very young, so she and your father couldn't have given you siblings. But then, Janey and Jake entered your life. After your dad and Janey broke up, they both stayed in your life and you couldn't be more grateful for that. The separation was mutual, and they remained great friends. The four of you had a monthly family dinner, either at yours or at Janey's. You still picked up Jake from school time to time to grab ice cream or to go do some fun activities—lately your thing was going to VR games rooms.

Needless to say, when the three of you travelled up to the lake house, you had a fantastic time. Despite the age gap between you and Jake, you still teamed up to drive your dad crazy. At one point, Michael had actually sent both of you to a corner when you pushed him too far, which only made Jake and you laugh harder.

The new and last addition to the third trip was Jake Abbot. Your father's best friend and the night-shift attending at PTMC. You didn't know him all that well, as you were grown and didn't spend as much time at home as you used to. You had only had short encounters that hadn't been enough to have an opinion about someone.

Even if Jake and you weren't familiar with him, the vacation turned out great. You hadn't doubted it a second, but Jack was an incredible addition to the annual holiday.

Even though you were staying at a lake house, he took the three of you camping. From that point on, every trip included a small camping excursion.

Now in your late twenties, you had moved out of your father's house a long time ago. You still spent plenty of time at your childhood home, but you also needed the privacy and the space that came with having a place of your own.

Your house sat a few streets away from your dad's, still in a nice neighbourhood of Pittsburgh. It wasn't big, but it was perfect for you. There was a guest bedroom that had gradually become more Jake's room than anything else. He had decorated it to his liking with posters on the walls, with some of his clothes in the closet and dresser and small trinkets around your house.

The house came with a yard, which you used constantly. Breakfast outside, brunch with friends, a drink after a long shift. It had quickly become your favourite place to decompress. You spent even more time there now that the days were growing longer. Summer approached quickly, the sun setting later than it did during winter. The sky melted into a mix of orange and pink, birds chirping as they flew around.

It was silent, peaceful even.

Until your phone rang, shattering your bubble.

"Who the fuck…dares to call me…when I'm so busy?" You murmured dramatically, reaching for your phone resting on the small garden table next to your wine glass.

The screen read: "dad".

You picked up, bringing the phone to your ear. "Yes, Father dearest? What service dost thou require of me?"

"What?" your father's confused voice sounded out. Despite having raised you for more than two decades, he still sounded perpetually out of depth with half the things you uttered. "You know what, I'll ignore that. I just needed to talk to you about something."

You examined the chips in your nail polish. "Well, I'm listening."

"Listen, I know I was the one to install the mandatory vacation at the lake house, but Jake and I won't be making it this year."

"What?" You frowned, immediately sitting straighter. "Why not?"

There was a long pause. You could hear the exhaustion in his voice when he finally answered. "Well, Jake has been blaming me for Leah's death."

"Oh, dad…"

Your chest tightened.

His voice was shaky, and you knew he still blamed himself, even though he had done everything he could. He had done more than he should have honestly, especially during the Pittfest MCI. You had seen him cry over it more than once, and those moments never got easier. He was still grieving Adamson, and now he struggled to recover from Pittfest.

"I thought that taking a trip just the two of us would help us make up, sort everything out," he added quietly.

"That's a good idea, Dad," you hummed softly. "I'm sure it'll do you two good."

"I knew you'd understand, sweetheart." His voice was soft. "I'm sorry that we can't come, but you'll still have Jack."

"Oh." You blinked a few times. "I assumed the trip would be cancelled."

"If you're not comfortable being alone with Jack , you don't have to go, honey." he said gently. "Jack will be making the trip either way, so you're free to join if you'd like to."

You stayed silent for a moment.

You hadn't been alone with Jack before.

For a few hours here and there, maybe. But days? Two full weeks?

Two weeks alone with Jack, who was unfairly attractive.

Jack, who rolled up his sleeves absentmindedly, exposing his strong and veiny forearms, or wore those skin-tight compression shirts that wrapped perfectly around his biceps.

Jack, who had a habit of walking around shirtless like clothing was optional. Your dad had scolded him multiple times about being too comfortable, to which he'd only wink at him and acted as if he hadn't heard his complaint.

Jack, who did yoga in little to no clothes outside in the backyard directly in front of the living room bay window. It wasn't the reason you liked to read your books in the living room—not at all.

Jack, who had the infuriating habit of saying things that sounded incredibly dirty with a casual and innocent air and had the audacity to give you an odd look when you'd short circuit.

He already drove you insane when the four of you were together.

Alone? You might actually lose your mind.

Or worse.

But still, you loved the lake house, and you couldn't imagine skipping a year just because Jake and Michael weren't there.

"I don't mind going with Jack," you finally said quietly.

"Good. I'll let the two of you settle the details. You have his number, right?" Your dad asked. You heard some shuffling through the line, probably him reaching for his little contact book. He still wrote down numbers and addresses like it was the 70s. You'd teased him relentlessly about it.

"I do. We don't talk much outside of the trip, but we do send texts on holidays and birthdays."

"Right," your dad said slowly, probably quirking an eyebrow. "Well, I'm sure you guys will have a good time but not too much, okay? No funny business."

Your eyes widened, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline. "What? Dad, it's Jack."

"Exactly. It's Jack," he repeated. "I know how attractive he is, and I've seen the way you look at him, darling."

"Daaaaad!" You buried your face in your free hand, cheeks burning. You hadn't realised he'd noticed. Though, in hindsight, you probably hadn't been subtle while shamelessly admiring Jack's abs.

"Come on, darling, I wasn't born yesterday." Michael chuckled at your embarrassment. "It's alright. We've all had an embarrassing and inappropriate crush at some point. But no funny business, young lady."

"Sir, yes, sir." you answered, your hand still covering your face in embarrassment despite being completely alone.

'I'm so fucked.'

A few days later, a knock echoed through your house at 7:30AM sharp.

You didn't need to check to know who it was. You opened the door, and there he was. Jack Abbot, in all his unfairly attractive, early-morning glory.

"Hey."

You hadn't seen him for nearly a year, but somehow he looked exactly the same, if not better. This man looked better each year that passed, aging like fine wine. It was utterly unfair.

He wore a simple black t-shirt and dark blue jeans, nothing special, yet he still looked devastatingly handsome. His hair was slightly messy, like he'd run a hand through it one too many times or maybe he hadn't bothered brushing his hair this morning.

"Hey, let me just fetch my bags and I'll be back." You said, offering him a warm smile threaded with exhaustion. You had woken up way too early, you still didn't feel fully awake.

"I can help carry them to the car." He said, taking a step inside your house like he'd been invited a dozen times.

You blinked before nodding in agreement. You weren't going to refuse help, especially not when it meant watching him carry things. That would be…educational.

You led him through your house toward your bedroom, but suddenly felt hyper-aware of everything: the throw blanket you hadn't bothered folding back and left on the couch, the mug on the drying rack, the faint scent of coffee and pancakes lingering in the air. You realized he had never been in your house before from the way his eyes quietly took everything in quietly.

When you pushed the door to your bedroom open, Jack paused dead.

He looked at your luggage, then at you, then back at the luggage.

"You do know that we're travelling only for two weeks," he said slowly "and that the house has a washer, right?"

You followed his gaze to your luggage at the foot of your bed. One suitcase and two duffel bags.

Okay, maybe you had gone a little overboard—just a little.

"I know." you said defensively, crossing your arms. "But whenever I pack light, I end up hating everything I brought. Then, I go shopping. So, really, this is me being financially responsible."

Jack's mouth twitched, clearly fighting a smile. He shook his head and let out a quiet sigh, grabbing the suitcase and one of the duffel bags.

"Let's go."

You followed him out carrying the other duffel bag, trying not to stare at the way his shoulders shifted under his shirt as he carried your things with ease. You locked the door behind you and trailed him down to the car.

When he opened the trunk and placed your bags inside, you leaned forward to peek in and froze.

The trunk was already half full.

You straightened and turned to him, eyebrows shooting up. "Are you serious? You judged me for my three bags but you've packed way more than me."

"Yes." he replied, closing the trunk. "But there's more than just clothes. There's my crutches and my wheelchair in the backseat. Then there's medical equipment in case any of us get hurt, my yoga stuff, camping equipment and some books."

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head and made your way to the passenger seat. You buckled your seatbelt and took Jack's phone in your hands, looking through Spotify for a decent song.

"Vámanos." Jack said, pulling the car out of the driveway.

You paused mid-scroll.

"You listen to Celia Cruz?"

Despite your surprise, you still tapped on 'La Vida Es Un Carnaval'.

"Hell yeah, I do." he said as the first notes of the salsa song filled the car.

Jack glanced over at you, an amused smirk tugging at his mouth. "Don't sound so shocked."

"I'm just saying," you replied, scrolling through the rest of his playlist. "This isn't exactly what I expected to find."

"Oh yeah?" he asked.

"Kinda thought you listened mainly to divorced dad rock like my dad."

He barked out a laugh at that, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in rhythm with the music. "I mean, kinda yeah. Robby and I listen to similar stuff."

There was a pause before he spoke again.

"My wife was Puerto Rican," he said simply. "She played this stuff constantly."

Something in his expression softened. "Said life was too short to listen to sad bastard music all the time."

You chuckled. "I mean…she wasn't wrong."

Jack snorted softly, glancing at you for a second before looking back at the road.

"No, " he murmured. "She usually wasn't."

"Good taste in music and men, huh." you said playfully, still scrolling through his playlists. "I like her."

"Well, I married her, so really this just proves that I've got good taste."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Jack." You chuckled.

"You wound me."

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging on your lips lingered anyway.

You felt something shaking you lightly, pulling you from sleep. You groaned and swat blindly, your hand landing on a warm and solid surface. A quiet chuckle followed. You opened your eyes slowly, and you froze when you realized your hand was resting on Jack's chest.

You blinked slowly.

"What?"

"We're at a gas station." he started. "I'm refilling the tank. Thought you might want to stretch, use the restroom, maybe grab some snacks."

You rubbed your face, dragging your hands down in a sleepy manner. Nodding, you unfastened your seatbelt and made your way out of the car.

"Need anything?" you asked over your shoulder.

"If you can grab me some coffee or an energy drink, that'd be nice."

You hummed, making your way into the shop. Your movement were slow and sluggish, still half asleep. Checking your phone, you read that it was a little over ten AM.

You grabbed energy drinks and some snacks. Even though you had breakfast before you left, you were already hungry. Something about travelling always made you feel hungry.

You heard a low whistle, making you peek behind you with narrowed eyes. A guy who didn't seem that much older than you was checking you out, looking at you up and down.

"look at that ass."

You exhaled deeply, patience already gone. "Seriously, man? That's the best you've got?"

The guy quirked an eyebrow at your reaction as if you were the problem. "It's a compliment. No need to be a bitch about it."

"This bitch is telling you to fuck off now, so bye." you waved him off, but it seemed the guy took it the wrong way and stepped forward.

Before you could snap at him again, you felt a presence behind you, which you recognized as Jack from the smell of his expensive cologne. His hand came on your hip, his thumb brushing once in a grounding manner, and his chest pressed into your back.

"Everything's alright, darling?" he murmured, breath hitting your ear.

Your breath hitched.

You glanced toward him, but his attention wasn't on you. His head was slightly tilted down while he glared at the man in front of you. The guy huffed and backed off, deciding it wasn't worth it.

"Thank you." you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I hate how men don't take the hint except if another man gets involved."

Jack didn't answer at first, still staring at the retreating figure of the other guy with a tight expression.

"I can't say I understand," he said after a second. "But I'm glad I was here."

You pressed your lips together. Clearing your throat, you switched topic. "Do we need anything else?" you asked, looking down at your arms full of supplies. Jack looked down, observing what you had brought.

"I think you've got us covered." He answered. "We're nearly there and will go grocery shopping anyways."

You payed—or rather Jack did—for your articles and returned to the car.

It only took an hour and a half more to reach Kelleys Island.

It looked the same as it always did: the sun hung high and bright in the sky, there was no cloud in sight and the weather warm. There were only a handful of people wandering in the street, but the lack of people didn't surprise you since it was lunchtime.

Instead of heading straight to the lake house, you and Jack stopped at The Village Pump, a small restaurant south of the island. After four hours on the road, you had no energy left to cook, and honestly, no desire to.

"god, that feels so good." you hummed after taking the first bite of your chicken breast sandwich. Even just as a passenger, the drive had drained you.

Across from you, Jack observed you with barely concealed amusement as he chewed on his own sandwich. "You'd think you haven't eaten in weeks with the way you're wolfing this down."

"You don't get it." you shook your head. "This—" you gestured dramatically to your food. "—is all I've been craving for weeks."

"Chicken breast sandwich and beer?" Jack chuckled. "They've got that in Pittsburgh too, y'know?"

"Yeah, but they don't have chicken breast sandwich and beer from Kelleys Island!"

Jack huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he took a sip of his drink."You're so dramatic."

His eyes flickered over you again, staring for a second too long before he spoke again. "Still don't understand how you came from Mike."

"Hey, that's a question for him and not for me." you shrugged, taking another oversized bite.

"Slow down, you're gonna choke."

"No, I'll be ok—"

Your words were cut off abruptly as you started coughing, the food going into the wrong pipe like he had warned you.

"Hey. Breathe."

You nodded, coughing a few more times before you finally managed to recover.

"See? what did I tell you?" he sighed in exasperation. He leaned toward you, rubbing your back gently.

"You're never letting this go, are you?" you rasped.

"Absolutely not."

His hand lingered on your back for a second longer than necessary before he finally pulled away.

"Your food isn't going anywhere," he started, settling back into his chair. "We've got all the time in the world, we're here for two weeks."

"And," he added with a faint smirk, "I'm pretty sure your dad would kill me if you died choking on a sandwich on my watch."

"Wow," you laughed weakly. "Good to know your main concern is getting away with murder charge."

"Honey, I'm a veteran and a doctor." he tilted his head to the side, locking his eyes with yours. "That doesn't scare me, I know how to get away with it."

Something warm twisted in your stomach at the look in his eyes. Jack had a way of holding eye contact that felt suffocating sometimes and it always made your pulse stutter.

"Definitely not a creepy thing to say when I'm gonna spend the next two weeks alone with you." you said flatly. "Was it your plan all along?"

"You caught me." He winked.

The gesture was simple but it made your heart start racing, heat rushing to your face—and probably elsewhere, too. God, it was only the first day and you were already struggling.

After nearly choking to death on your sandwich and stopping for groceries, you finally made it to the lake house at three p.m. The trip had felt endless, but the second you stepped inside, relief washed over you.

You dropped on the couch with a sigh as soon as Jack unlocked the door.

"Get up." He said, setting a few grocery bags down on the kitchen counter. "We still have to empty the trunk and put away the groceries."

"oh so you hate me?" you complained, throwing an arm over your eyes. "Do you enjoy torturing me?"

Jack only shook his head fondly at your antics.

"Once we're done, you can rest all you want." he said with a small smile. "Maybe even go for a swim?"

You shot up immediately, practically running out of the door.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry!"

He followed after you with a chuckle.

By the time you arrived at the lake, Jack had been in the water awhile.

You'd actually unpacked your bags for once, which was a miracle in itself. Normally, you'd live out your suitcase for the next two weeks and added to it whenever you went shopping. However, a burst of motivation hit you, and you decided to put everything away before you could lose it.

So now, finally free, you stepped onto the dock and found yourself stopping short at the sight of him.

Jack was swimming near the dock, salt and pepper hair slicked back and dripping onto sun-warmed skin. His prosthetic was abandoned near the dock steps, half-hidden beneath a towel, while Jack swam around. He hauled himself onto the dock with easy strength when he heard you approach, droplets running down his chest and muscles as he sat beside the ladder.

"You sure took your sweet time for someone so desperate to go for a swim." He called over his shoulder.

Then, he turned his head to look at you properly.

The words died on his tongue.

It was subtle, barely there, but you caught it in the way his eyes dragged downward before snapping back to your face. You saw his adam's apple move as he swallowed hard.

You'd been a little bolder when packing this year. The swimsuit definitely wasn't something you'd wear around your dad and brother, the fabric barely qualified as coverage. Jack's reaction and the way he was looking at you was definitely worth it.

You walked over slowly.

"Had the motivation to unpack." You answered calmly. "Figured I should take advantage of the opportunity before it disappeared."

"Jesus," Jack blinked at you in mock alarm. "Are you running a fever?"

You rolled your eyes, nudging his shoulder with your knee."oh, you think you're so funny."

"I know I am." He grinned up at you, mischief and amusement dancing in his eyes. His hand wrapped loosely around your calf, giving you a gentle squeeze before he let go.

You lowered yourself beside him, hoping he hadn't noticed in any way how your pulse picked up at his touch. You dipped your legs into the cool water and let out a sigh. "God, this is even better than I remembered."

"Yeah." He chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement. "It's definitely worth the four hour drive."

Jack pushed himself back into the lake in one smooth motion.

"You coming in?" he asked, staying close to the dock. "or are just gonna sit there looking pretty?"

You bit your lower lip, looking down at him.

"Maybe I'm just here to enjoy the view."

Jack's eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Mm, is that so?" a grin spread across his face slowly.

You observed him as he swam closer. You didn't know what you expected, but it was certainly not for him to reach forward for your wrist. You barely had time to react.

"Jack—"

He yanked.

You hit the water with a shriek.

"Jack!" You yelled his name as soon as you resurfaced, pushing your hair out of your face and glaring in his direction.

He was already laughing, head tipped back and shoulders shaking. "You should've seen your face!"

"oh, you're so dead."

You splashed him hard enough to get water in his mouth.

It was his turn to sputter, coughing a few times. He looked back at you, menace writing itself on his face. You tried to swim away before retaliation came, but you weren't quick enough. Jack caught you easily, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you back against him as another laugh escaped your throat.

"Got you."

"Meh, you cheated," you accused with a giggle, squirming in his grip.

"You're just too slow." he replied, laughing.

The sound of his laughter, his breath brushing over your skin and his arms holding you close made your skin heat up. You stopped struggling and stayed still in his arms. Jack's arms loosened around you, giving you enough space to pull away if you wanted to, but he didn't let go completely either. His hands rested low against your back beneath the water.

You suddenly felt too aware of yourself, of him, of every point where your bodies touched.

Neither of you moved.

Slowly, you raised your arms around his neck. Your fingers drifted into the damp curls at the nape of his neck, and you felt him shiver as you played with them absentmindedly.

Jack went still, the teasing grin slowly fading from his face.

Your eyes dropped to his mouth before you could stop yourself, before you could remember the line and who he was to you. When you looked back up, he was already watching you.

"Sweetheart…" his voice came out quiet and soft, but threaded with warning. It was a dangerous game you were trying to play.

You swallowed.

"What?"

His thumb brushed slowly against your back. "You know what."

"Maybe I don't." You said lightly, sounding almost innocent but you both knew better.

Jack exhaled sharply through his nose, something close to a breathy laugh. "You always gotta push, huh."

"Don't act like you don't want this as much as I do."

His jaw tightened, his thumb on your back stalling for a second.

"That's not fair."

"No?" You tilted your head slightly. "Look me in the eye and tell me you haven't thought about it too."

You were met with silence.

Jack looked away, muttering a quiet 'fuck' under his breath and dragged a hand over his face.

"That's the problem." he admitted finally, his voice sounding rough. "I can't say it because I have thought about it."

Your heartbeat thundered in your chest, loud enough that you were almost convinced he could hear it.

"So what's stopping you?"

He looked back at you then, his expression tight with conflict. You could see the emotions battling inside him.

"You're Robby's kid."

"I'm twenty-six."

"Still, I'm his best friend."

"I'm not asking you to marry me, Jack."

"That somehow makes it worse, kid," he let out a rough chuckle. "Michael would kill me."

"You're assuming he'd find out." you said. "He doesn't have to know."

"I couldn't keep something like this from him."

You moved closer until your forehead brushing his.

"Tell me you don't want me." you whispered, your breath mingling with his. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll drop it. I'll never bring it up ever again."

Jack stared at you for a long moment, before he lifted his hand to cup your jaw. His touch was gentle but firm enough to make your stomach coil.

"You're doing this on purpose."

"Maybe…"

"You could have any man you want," he said softly, eyes flickering over your face, "but you had to go after your old man's best friend."

His thumb brushed your jaw before he tilted your face up, making your breath hitch.

"Is it truly what you want?" He asked, leaning forward until his forehead was resting against yours.

"yeah..." you whispered. "More than anything, more than I've ever wanted anyone."

The confession settled heavily between the two of you, adding to the already thick tension. You could practically see Jack thinking too hard, weighting every reason he should stop this before it went any further. He was stuck between wanting you and his loyalty to your dad as his best friend.

But he didn't pull away.

You were close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips, uneven and warm. The line was blurring, and a single shift could change everything.

Then his eyes dropped to your mouth.

That tiny shift shattered whatever restraint was left between you.

You closed the distance first.

The kiss was soft at first. His lips moved against yours slowly, almost hesitant, like he was still giving himself a chance to stop.

Then something shifted.

A quiet sound rumbled in his throat as his hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your damp hair before he pulled you closer.

The second kiss stole the air from your lungs. Hesitation fled out of the window, only to be replaced by hunger. All the restraint that had been hanging for months, maybe even longer, snapped all at once. Heat flooded your body instantly, pooling low in your belly. A small sound slipped from you against his mouth before you could stop it.

"Fuck," Jack breathed against your mouth, the word rough and wrecked.

Your tugged at the damp salt and pepper curls at the nape of his neck, stealing a groan from him that rushed straight to your core. You pressed yourself closer instinctively, your chest against his and leaving no space between you anymore.

His hands wandered your body with urgency, one firm hand holding your waist and the other lower at your back. He needed to feel you, to have you closer.

"Get on the dock," he croaked.

You pulled back slowly, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes and your breath uneven. The look on his face sent heat spiralling through your body; desire heavy in his gaze, barely contained now that the line had finally been crossed.

You climbed out first, water dripping from your body and onto the wooden boards, then reached back for him. Jack took your hand, hauling himself up with practised ease.

The second he was beside you again, his hands found your waist and he guided you backward gently until you were laying against the warm wood of the dock. He followed immediately, bracing himself above you carefully, mindful of his weightnto not crush you.

His hand found your face again, fingers moving over your skin with tenderness. He brushed damp strands of hair away from your forehead before his touch drifted down your cheek and finally paused at your mouth. His thumb tugged lightly at your bottom lip. You caught it teasingly between your lips, tongue darting out to taste the pad of it.

Jack's breath hitched. "Fuck…" he rasped.

He slowly pulled his thumb from your mouth, his gaze fixed on yours as he dragged his fingers over your jaw. Then his touch drifted lower, tracing the line of your neck with deliberate slowness, drawing a shiver from you.

"Look at you…" he murmured under his breath, like the sight of you alone was enough to unravel him. His gaze wandered over you openly, no longer hiding how much he craved you.

"You're so beautiful." he whispered before capturing your lips again, with much more hunger than before.

His hands settled at your hips as his thigh slid carefully between yours, the pressure sending a sharp wave of heat through your body. Your hips jerked up, grinding against him in search of relief for the ache building low in your stomach. A rough groan vibrated against your lips at the movement, his grip tightening on your hips.

"There…" he said in-between kisses, voice rough with want. "You wanted me, yeah?"

"So much." you replied breathlessly.

Something in his eyes darkened.

"Well," he said softly, brushing his lips against yours again, "take what you need, sweetheart. I'm all yours."

You blinked, hesitating for only a second, before pressing a hand to his shoulder and gently pushing.

Jack let you guide him onto his back without protest, his eyes never leaving yours as your positions shifted. You settled over him slowly, thighs bracketing his hips while your hands spread across his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath your palms.

You rolled your hips tentatively, watching the way Jack's lips parted as he let out a shaky exhale.

"yeah," he purred. "just like that.."

The sound of his voice strained and wanting sent another rush of heat through you. Encourage by the way he reacted, by the firm grip of his hands guiding your hips, you moved again with more confidence this time, letting go of the last of your hesitation.

"Jack.." his name left your mouth in a whine, fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders. You felt his hands tighten on your hips, pressing you down onto his hard length.

"You're doing so good." he panted, his lips parted and swollen red. "That's it, take what you need."

You whimpered as your pace quickened, pleasure tightening low in your stomach. You kept your eyes locked on Jack's, listening to every strained breath that left him, every quiet grunt that slipped past his parted lips with each rolls of your hips.

"f—fuck." Jack grunted, guiding you faster. One of his hands slid lower to your ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to draw a gasp from you before he gave a sharp slap that sent another jolt of heat through your body. "Just like that."

It seemed that it was all it took to send you over the edge. Your hips stuttered as pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling as you came apart above him. Jack swore under his breath at the sight of you, his hands gripping you tighter as he followed moments later with a strained groan, calling your name.

You let yourself collapse on top of him, chest heaving as Jack's arms wrapped securely around your waist. For a long moment afterwards, neither of you spoke nor moved.

The only sounds left were your uneven breaths and the quiet water lapping against the dock beneath you.

Then, Jack pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there for a second longer than necessary.

"You did so good," he praised in a murmur, voice rough.

The praise made you smile, a feeling of satisfaction and affection settling in your chest.

You stayed curled against him, listening to the uneven rhythm of his breathing slowly steadying beneath your ear. The world narrowed to the warmth of his body, the lake breeze against your damp skin, and the lingering aftershock still humming through you.

Neither of you pretended this had been a mistake.

Neither of you pretended this was just a moment you could walk away from.

There was only you and him.

An empty house waiting a few meters away.

And two weeks where neither of you were going to act like the tension between you didn't exist anymore.

pretty-random-writer

babe i’m here if you need oral support i mean moral support…

kissesbya

You look so good I wanna die!

Summary: You skip work to see your emotional support soldier

Relationship: Jack Abbott x FTM!reader Genre: PWP, Pure Smut Word Count: 7K Tags: Reader is DOWN BAD for that DILFy man, Age gap, Soft Dom! Jack, Daddy Kink… like reader says daddy A LOT, Breeding kink (Get some BC because babies in this economy?!) Reader is feminine in a femboy way, not in a woman way, Trans FTM reader, feminine words for anatomy, Minus the word “T-Dick”, Pet-names (Bunny, Good Boy, Kid/Kiddo), 2nd person, No use of Y/N, age gap, slight mention of Jack being Reader’s sugar daddy(?), Intern Reader, light sadism, mention of having a safe word but reader doesn’t use it, BIG DICK ABBOTT! You ever read a Clart Kent fic? Its that big. Kryptonian sized dick abbott, pathetic sub! Reader, Reader is possessive of Jack’s cum, he doesn’t like when Jack “wastes it” A/N: This is the first fic I’ve written in 8 years and it might suck but I didn’t use AI so who cares, bring back shit, handwritten literature. No beta we die like Robby next season. Shout out to my pookie J for getting me into this sexy man

From down the hall came the sound of something thumping lightly against the wall, then the unmistakable groan of someone dramatically taking off a backpack

“Living room!” Jack’s voice called back, muffled, tired, but clearly brightening the moment you heard them.

you couldn’t contain the amused grin that spread across your lips at the sound of the theatrics coming from the living room. “Coming!” As you walked in you was met with the sight of a very dramatic Jack, sprawled over the couch.

When you stepped further in, you’d find Jack sprawled lengthwise across the couch like a defeated soldier who had given up on life for the afternoon; One arm hung off the side, the other draped over his eyes.

His hair was a mess, hoodie half-twisted from tossing around, and a blanket had been kicked into a heap near his foot like you’d lost a fight with it.

But the second he heard the soft tap of their socks against the floor, Jack peeked through his fingers.

And immediately smiled.

“There he is,” Jack murmured, voice softer now. “My emotional support intern.”

Jack lifted his arm in a half-hearted grabby motion toward him “C’mere. Doctor said I’m critically low on cuddles. Very serious condition.”

“Oh, Doc, you don’t look too good!” He teased, eyes rolling, no trace of an insult behind the words. Jack always looked good. He reached out and brushed the mess of hair from Jack’s forehead. “You’re cuddle deficient?!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack muttered, though the corner of your mouth lifted. “Terminal. Very tragic.”

Jack shifted over slightly on the couch, making space but clearly hoping he would ignore the space entirely and just collapse on top of him.

Then Jack’s eyes flicked over the outfit. His eyes followed and looked over your outfit.

The shorts.

The oversized hoodie.

Jack’s grin widened a little.

The intern's light hair was parted neatly, cheeks rosy mostly from the chill outside, your sweater had oversized drop sleeves and a heart embroidery below the collarbone. The white knee socks had a blue ribbon ruffle at the hem to match your binder.

“You skipped work dressed like that just to come rescue me?” Jack licked his bottom lip as he teased. “Wow. I feel extremely important right now.

“Dressed like this? I always dress like this. You like it?” He asked standing back up; purely JUST to spin dramatically; after which he crawled back onto the couch, making your way between Jack’s legs and laying against his chest. Your rested his chin on his chest and you gave a cheeky grin.

Jack let out a quiet “oof” as you climbed onto the couch and settled between the older man’s legs, though the sound carried absolutely zero complaint. His arms immediately came around you, large and warm, instinctively pulling you closer until you were tucked comfortably against Jack’s chest;

“Abbot!!” You squealed as you were pulled tightly into Jack’s chest, giggling as you fell into him. Leave it to Jack to knock you off balance. You settled comfortably almost immediately, the familiar smell, the grounding embrace of the strong arms around you. You exhaled a little sigh that almost sounded like relief.

You stayed quiet for a few moments, with your cheek pressed against the warmth of Jack’s chest through the soft hoodie. You hummed your response, a nod of agreement. “You’re the most important” you said, burying your face into Jack’s pecs

Jack’s hand slid up your back in a slow, absentminded motion, fingers lightly tracing the soft fabric of the sweater before settling between your shoulder blades. With his other hand free now, Jack pushed himself up just enough to look down at you properly.

And he did look.

For a long second.

Jack’s eyes traveled over your short hair, your soft sweater with the little heart stitching, your shorts, your ribboned socks peeking out when your legs bent beside him. The teasing look softened into something a little warmer.

Once Jack pulled you back to look at him, you did the same. You sat up a little to stare back at him, palms pressed flat against his chest as you leaned against him. Your eyes were bright with a curious stare, you tilted your head, remaining quiet.

The unruly mess of hair atop his head, the faint smattering of stubble along his jawline, the warmth of his eyes, that telltale lopsided grin. All yours.

“Course I like it,” Jack said quietly. “You always look cute.”

The older man’s thumb lightly brushed the edge of your collarbone, careful, almost absentminded.

“Could be a public safety issue though, could cause an MVC looking like that” Jack whispers gruffly

“Dangerously cute? You make it sound like I’m up to no good, doc. A boy can’t get dolled up?” You teased, eyes flicking down to the hand trailing over the heart of your sweater. Not Prince? Not Kid? You hitched your knees over Jack’s hips to straddle him instead of tangling your legs together.

Jack’s gaze moved over you again, slower this time now that you were close. Your hair, still neat despite the soft wind outside. Your rosy cheeks.

His thumb brushed lightly over the fabric at your side where his hand rested on your inner thigh. “I do like it,” he said. “You know I do.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying you with a fond, teasing look.

“The ribbons are new though, aren’t they? Very fancy. Should I be worried I’m underdressed for this cuddle appointment?”

“I wanted to look pretty for you Doc! Before you forgot what I looked like!” You chirped, pulling away to sit up straight in Jack’s lap and look down at yourself. You ran a hand through your hair before resting your hands overtop of his thighs.

“The ribbons are pretty, huh, look, they match perfectly!” You dragged your hands up to lift the hem of your sweater, revealing the blue ribbon stitched into the hem of your binder framing the bottom of your ribs.

“Thank you, Daddy!” You gave him a wink, “You bought it for me!” You grinned mischievously, having treated yourself with Jack’s card.

“Well there's no need to wear my scrubs now is there? No traumas, only very overdue, and apparently TERMINAL cuddles!” You reached up to tug Jack’s arm.

Jack’s arm came away easily when you tugged at it, though your hand immediately found a new place curling around your waist as you settled between his legs. The dramatic “dying man on a couch” act didn’t last long once you was there; warmth and amusement replaced it quickly.

“Yeah,” Jack murmured, voice low with a lazy smile.

“Did you miss me, old man?” Your voice was soft and teasing. Clearly he must have, to put on such a charming display.

When you settled your chin on Jack’s chest, Jack let out a quiet breath through his nose, clearly content now. One hand drifted up to gently comb through the soft strands of yourhair, slow and relaxed.

“Kiddo,” he said quietly, “of course I missed you” almost like it was obvious.

Jack’s hand slid from your hair to cup the back of your head, keeping you comfortably tucked against his chest.

It was too easy, you thought, the kind of quiet safety that you had always assumed only sleep could bring. There, laying against Jack’s chest, sunlight seeping in through the windows, warm hands caressing him, it was easy.

You let yourself enjoy it, and went a while without saying anything at all. You hummed in response every so often as Jack spoke, making yourself busy by rubbing your hands over his broad chest and shoulders nosing along his neck softly.

After a second, the crooked grin returned.

“I mean look at you,” he added, glancing at the shorts and socks again. “You show up looking like that and expect me not to be a little dramatic about wanting you here? Good timing, though. Five more minutes and I probably would’ve perished”

“You whistle and I come running, don’t I? Can’t leave you lonely for long! I’ve got a quota to meet!” You leaned into Jack’s hand, which was still in your hair. “Here lies Jack Abbot, big, strong, war vet, died from lack of cuddles. Who knew you could be so easily defeated?”

You pulled back to peek up at Jack after a while. You couldn’t bite back his grin, but you tried to, tried and failed until you were giggling at seemingly nothing. You peeked up at him, cheeks starting to protest at being stretched into such a persistent grin. “Distance truly makes the heart grow fonder, doesn’t it? You’re looking at me like I hung the moon!” You teased, poking Jack’s nose.

“Oh, but you surely didn’t miss me enough.” You were content to stage your own theatrics then, with an exaggerated sigh as you ran your fingers back up Jack’s arms. “You haven’t even kissed me! How dramatic can you be right even kissing me?”

“Oh, ill kiss you” Jack chuckled darkly fiddling with your waistband “where would my angel like his kisses?” He said, ghosting his fingers over the button of your shorts before moving back to your thighs and eventually your arm, his thumb touching your bottom lip “have you missed me my prince?” He growled into your ear “wanna prove it?” Jack continued relentlessly “daddy can prove how much he missed you” Jack said his hand enveloping the younger man’s smaller one, bringing it down to rest on his huge erection, tenting through his pants “see how much i missed you?”

You gasped as Jack slipped his hand inside your shorts to feel where you had already soaked through your boxers. Just like that, a switch had flipped and you were wide eyed and nodding in agreement to everything he said. “Yes, yes I’ve missed you, I missed you so much...” You whispered, eyes flicking up to meet Jack’s own as you wrapped your lips around his thumb and sucked lightly. You let Jack move his hand wherever he pleased and the prominent bulge made you stifle a little whine as your fingers gently squeezed around the erection as you nodded again. He must have missed you just as much, the hard length never failed to take you by surprise.

Jack smiled lightly at your immediate whimpering, feeling you twitching under him, kissing your neck and along your shoulders, his hands resting on your hips, leaving yours on his cock; “wanna play?” He asked softly leaning in to kiss you; he growled holding himself back, gripping your hips, holding them still as to try not to grind against you accidentally. trying not to place you where he REALLY wanted you to sit, what he really wanted to watch you sink down on.

You nodded quickly, “Wanna have fun with me?” You whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. “S’that why you left me empty for so long? Wanna stretch me open again?” You asked, head tilted to the side and voice dripping with sweetened curiosity despite the dirty words.

While Jack was restraining himself, holding you down, you were pushing against his hands and trying to press your hips together. You whined when you couldn’t move, voice already desperate with need you didn’t bother hiding. “Daddy, please, I wanna touch you, please can we just-“ You interrupted himself whimpering “I’ll just rub a little I swear!”

Jack chuckled, loosening his grip; apart from the actual words out of his mouth, everything they did was incredibly adorable right now.

He had Jack’s shoulders in his petite hands trying his hardest to push forward, to feel the outline of Jack’s cock between his lips; feel him rocking against his T-dick

“Please, please-“ You breathed out, eyebrows furrowed with frustration as you pressed into the large hands at your hips. Wide brown eyes found Jack’s and it was written all over your face, how badly you needed it, how desperate you could get.

Your reserve broke, leaving you panting and begging like a slut “Don’t you wanna feel?-“ You whispered, tugging yourself closer by the arms around his neck.

“you going to show me what you’re made of kid?” Jack whispered into your ear; letting your hips go, Abbot’s timbre deep and vibrating in your eardrum

“Wanna rub just a little” the night shift doc teased, copying your desperation and sweet tone as he repeated it back “go on then sweetheart, I’ve deprived my little prince of my cock for long enough”

The minute Jack let go. “Ah~” you sighed with relief as Jack pressed against you, hips shifting over his, quick without being rough.

“J-Just a l-little!” You whimpered, taking a hand away from him to remove your shorts and make things easier. Then, you tilted your hips forward to slot his cock against your T-dick through your boxers. Your lips parted as your hips rolled forward in short, slow movements, “I think your cock missed me too doc, so hard already, mm..”

They moaned as you finally were able to push himself onto Jack's clothed cock, letting out a sigh of relief and rolling your hips, he closed his eyes slightly bucking up

“god my little slut” he teased rubbing your dick lightly with his hand before moving it away, letting you put on your show

“Daddy!” You gasped at the touch to your T-dick and your hips bucked under his hand before it was cruelly taken away.

“missed you so so much, was so hard and leaky for you this morning when i woke up, it was crying for you baby, it needed that pretty pussy bad, i had to waste some of your cum again to make it go down” he cooed into your ear, a faux tone of upset; looking up at you from his vertical position

“Huh?” You were dazed as he spoke, a little pout finding your lips. You pushed against Jack’s chest until he laid flat on the couch beneath you.

To anyone else, the sight would have been ridiculous, the frantic grinding making you so needy. “Not fair!” You braced your hands against his chest. Your little movements were consistent “You wasted it!, it’s mine, you shouldn’t have..”

You tilted your head back as you moaned in tandem with Jack, even the slightest contact made it all better. Your hoodie was fisted in one small hand as you circled your hips slightly until you found the right spot where the slide was easier.

Jack was enjoying the view before he was pushed all the way down, only seeing your pouting face as your hand pressed against his chest, keeping him down

“I’m sorry angel” he bit his bottom lip, his heart racing as he buckled against you “just needed it so bad” his eyes were fluttering slightly “you weren’t here to take it”

You were flustered beyond belief, it was evident in the way your hips moved. You didn’t pause for anything, each roll of your hips came more insistent than the last, you pressed snugly against him so that even when your hips were moving back there was friction.

You leaned forward on the hand pressed against his chest, hovering over him as your hips slowed down. “Did you think about me?” You asked, voice a little shaky from the grinding.

“Because I think about you Daddy. Just last night, I did.” You whispered, rolling your hips a little harder as if remembering. “I j-just, rubbed, just like this Daddy, ah- right through my pants, I missed you so much.” Your eyes were trained on his face, watching the way he struggled to keep his eyes open and you were mimicking whatever movement brought a reaction from him.

He bit his lip nodding fast; closing his eyes as if that will help stop the pleasure that is driving him feral “think about you always kid” he let out, sounding a little pathetic, “think about how warm and tight you are, h-how soft your skin feels, how pretty you look on your knees and when youre about to cum, how you look- Ah- fuck, how you look drunk and dizzy when you get all stuffed full of my cum” he rambled stuttering

Every time you made a quick move, Jack gasped a little or let out a deep moan into the air, his fists clenching around the sofa cushions as he was pleasured, as his subordinate took his own pleasure from Jack’s body.

He bucked up hearing about how you touched yourself just last night, growling lightly against his will, he didn’t ever want a moment where you needed to be full up and Jack wasn’t there to do so “chose to get filled up here instead of being all pretty and desperate at work?”

You watched with the same dazed look Jack was describing, cheeks flushed pink as your hips rocked against Jack’s.

For a second you bit into the back of your other hand before returning it to grip his shoulder. “I-I think about your voice when you, oh my god,” you were whimpering again. “T-Talk to a patient... And the noises you make when you’re trying not to be frustrated. Your hands holding me down ‘n’ making me take it when I can’t, can’t anymore! Y-Your cock when it, stretches and, throbs when you-“ It was your turn to ramble but the dirty words just made his your stutter.

“No- don't do that, don’t bite back your moans let me hear you” he listened to you, panting whilst you spoke and unraveled on top of him, stuttering and whining “when i push my cum inside?” He finished your sentence “please can i kiss you” he whined, you were so far above him sat up like that, and his prosthetic wasn't on, the leverage needed just simply not being there.

“I’m useless without “it”, can’t, can’t focus at work, can’t pay attention..” you continued rambling needily

“Cant focus? Only thinking about taking cock when you’re doing your sutures? Want your supervisor to come behind you and rub up against you? Want to be a good boy for me?” Jack groaned softly, his palms flexing around your soft thighs

Your head made little nods along with the movement of your hips and brown stands fell over your eyes as you stared down at him. “You’re so h-handsome can’t believe I get to look at you..”

“Look at me alllll you want to prince, I’m all yours” he moaned lightly looking up at you like you were the stars themselves

Jack was equally as flushed his pupils dilated, his pants straining uncomfortably, his cheeks tinted pink as he had the prettiest boy in the world torturing him, he rubbed your waist with his thumbs as his hands wrapped around your waist all the way to your back “you’re so fucking pretty” Jack says fighting back a gasp

“Yeah? Your hand’s not as good, is it Daddy?” You murmured, sliding your hips down to press against his length. You shivered, feeling the head press tight against your T-dick as you whined, his words only flustered you more.

Jack shook his head “not nearly as good, or warm or pretty” he bucked against you “f-fuck” he whispered “can you-“ he panted slightly “can you take them off, hurts, need it to be free”

You bit your lip and nodded quickly in agreement. As painful as it was, you lifted your hips for a moment to tug his waistbands down, working his pants over his residual limb, leaving the other side for Jack to kick off as he pulled Jack’s cock out. You wrapped a hand around him and squeezed lightly before you pulled off his boxers to get his length wet.

Jack let out a gasp followed by a sigh of relief as his cock was released, it twitching in your hand as the air reached it, the head wet and glistening from his precum, from their “playing”, Jack accidentally bucked up; against his will, as he felt the warm embrace of your pussy, whining as he realised he wasnt inside you, he was just sliding against it

You let out a shaky moan as you felt Jack without anything in between. You breathed out and leant down to press your chests together and close the distance. You whined with complaint, not able to get the right angle where they were. You pressed your lips together in a desperate kiss, one where you were panting against Jack’s lips as your hips rolled into Jack’s, hard and slow. “Every time I spread my legs I just think about you... Wanna be on your shift instead..”

He bites his lip gently “yeah? Want to be bent over in the on call room instead, want daddy to stop doing paperwork and stuff my little love full of my cum, give you some extra credit to work hard on while you’re on your knees?” Jack says, teasing both himself and you

You were overwhelmed, all you could do was stare wide eyed as you listened to his fantasy, nodding like you would never tell him no. “Show off, mmh, make everyone s-so jealous..”

You trailed his tongue over Jack’s bottom lip as you tilted your head to kiss him better. Your hands unable to remove themselves from Jack’s, rubbing his thighs, his waist, chest, and finally face

You were all slick for Jack’s cock to rub against. You gasped into the kiss, feeling the change in the slide without his boxers in the way.

“Remember you, touched me for the first time r-right here Jack? Y-You could hardly wait to put it inside me and, ah ah, look at us now..” you mumbled, your hips went a little faster, Jack’s cock sliding so well between your lips.

Your voice drifted up higher as Jack’s hand squeezed over your hip, you rutted against him at a steady pace now, fast and short little motions.

Jack grabbed the back of your head pulling you into a closer more messy, makeout like kiss; you moaned into his mouth, dry humping him, your juices meddling together “god youre gonna kill me” Jack laughs weakly “feels so fucking good, ‘m not even inside you yet” he panted like a dog, before Jack decided to start putting his mouth to better use and marking up your neck

“I remember you took it soooo well, took ah- fuck kid! Took it like a champ” he groaned, gasping as he felt your lips around his shaft, his tip leaking more and more

You felt so dirty, getting so worked up in Jack’s lap, still semi clothed (well the top half anyways) and rocking your hips together. You were whining into the kiss, desperation clear with every little sound Jack swallowed from you.

You tilted your head eagerly for the marks, now whimpering right into his ear. “I’m t-trying so hard not to come, Daddy, you feel so perfect don’t, please don’t take it away..”

“Youre gonna cum? im not even inside you yet” jack moaned into your ear teasingly, bucking at the same pace to make you moan and whine as he teased your pussy “wanna cum for daddy, my sweet little bunny, all that begging for my cock and you couldn’t even hold out for it”

It was pathetic, almost, how you tucked your face into his neck because looking at him was going to make you come. “Daddy, p-please I can! I can’t hold out please! I need-“ you nearly choked, feeling him pushing against your hole, your hand flew up to hold tightly onto the back of his neck as you curled up against him.

Your knees tightened at his waist and you adjusted your hips for better leverage, “Wanna make you come so much, over and over, not leaving you alone unless you’re all empty!” You huffed, still pouting that he wasted what was your. “Daddy made it fit, ‘will make it fit again!” You begged, starting to throb against him as he spoke.

He started to play with your T-dick as you spoke “yeah? Want me to fill you up over and over, paint your walls and your throat and your body with it?” His hand moving to toy with your nipple

“I can’t go another day without your cock daddy please, please don’t make me, I’ll, I’ll do anything, won’t come for days just, just let me have it this time please-“ you babbled incoherently into his neck. “Yes, yes, want it everywhere I’m s-so needy Daddy-“ you hiccuped as he started pressing against your T-dick, you bit down where his neck met his shoulder, trying to resist.

he groaned into your ear as he bit him “ah- hey, little vampire” he chastised his fingertips bruising your pretty hips

Jack pushed your leg a side prodding the tip at your entrance “i thought you wanted to be in charge today, my little cowboy, take what you want” he growled into your ear tapping it against your T-dick and your hole, waiting for you to be brave and take it

“Ah, y-you’re right I’m sorry you just!! I just get so!!” You whined, having forgotten all about your plan in your hazy state.

You were so used to Jack taking charge you were wasting your opportunity without even realizing. You gasped, feeling Jack tapping against you and you slid your hips up a little to let the head of the older man’s cock slip inside of you.

You muffled a strained noise into his neck before you sat up again to look at him.

“Such a little cock drunk angel, gonna breed you like one” Jack growled; his eyes dark from his pupils being blown from arousal.

“Gonna breed me doc? Fill me up n leave your mark?” You whispered, lightly lifting and lowering onto his cock. The thrusts were tiny and shallow, you barely took any length in, you weren’t stretched enough but you were too impatient to wait. Thankfully, you were soaked and Jack held your lips open making it easier for his cock to slide in correctly.

“Please Daddy, wait, ah, goodness, wait!” You cried out, his mouth falling open as little sounds poured out of it. Your eyes met his but struggled to stay open. You was so weak for Jack, of course you was close, you could’ve come ages ago but you’s been holding on to last for him.

“How can you have a cock like this and expect me to stay sane?” You pressed your forehead against his, sighing with relief as it became easier taking just the tip as you sunk down another inch or so. “Y-Your stupid huge cock, ah, god!”

Jack gasped and let out a mirthless chuckle, sighing happily before growling and slapping your cheek, lightly but firm. “stop fucking holding back your noises, be loud, be loud for daddy, let everyone hear you, atta boy” Abbot moaned trying not to thrust up and hurt you

“Yeah? Want daddy to breed that pretty pussy, keep all my cum inside; fill you up until it takes” he teased moaning with the little bounces “god youre so fucking small” he moaned “I don’t know how i ever fit, you’re like half the size of me”

He kissed you passionately as he bit your neck leaving marks all over wherever he could reach, licking and biting

The slap got your attention immediately, it made your hips twitch forward, “Ah!” You cried out, taking another inch before you were even ready, but the stretch felt so good. Jack being strict with you felt like a rare occasion, it always flustered you. “Yes, Daddy I’m s-sorry I didn’t mean to, ah please!” You whined , leaning into the hand on your cheek.

You were so wet; you were dripping down the length of him, coating the inches you had yet to take as you lifted yourself up and down slowly.

Your noises did get louder with Jack's encouragement, desperate and drawn out. No matter how dirty or rough, Jack always made you feel so safe and cared for, it made being intimate with him easy, second nature. “I’m your p-perfect fit daddy, I was made just for you. S’all I’m good for, ah, t-taking you..”

You were getting whiny, circling your hips to try and speed up the process, the marks on your neck made him impatient but you were still only about halfway down. “Y-You don’t make it easy..”

Jack stroked his cheek after “i want more” he whined pushing you down a little “atta boyyyy, stretching so well for me, take it-“ he moaned throwing his head back as the older man felt his subordinate’s pussy drool down his cock

“Jesus fucking christ kid” he moaned as you bounced little by little; the room filling with obscene noises as you took what you could, moaning and being brave, speaking up and talking dirty “thats it, my good little whore, all you’re good for huh?” he chuckled darkly “lets see how good you are at your job then?”

Jack smiled sadistically pushing you down more “fuuuuuuuuuuuck-“ he moaned as he did, making you take the two thirds of him “fuck youre so tight, my perfect fit; one more third to go”

You pressed your fingers into his shoulders as you listened to him talk, biting on your bottom lip as you rocked your hips. “Oh!” You dug your fingers in a little tighter, eyes blown wide as he forced you down. The stretch was intense but all you wanted was to please him, always. “Daddy, Daddy, ah~” It was a lot harder to be brave and talk when you were so full, you were incoherent.

Jack played with your T-dick whilst you were on top of him, kissing and biting where he could reach, spanking you slightly to jolt you up and back down again, making you fuck yourself on his cock

You could hardly keep your eyes open as you stared back at Jack, half lidded as your mouth fell open in a startled cry once he forced him down further. You could do this though, you didn't need to safe word just yet.

“Ah, Daddy, it’s, it’s too much-“ you whined, but his hips pressed down like he needed more too. “P-Please make it fit, I can-, I can’t, oh my, hah, take it!” You stammered, tilting your head back as he spanked you, your walls tightened reflexively, so close to bottoming him out you could taste it.

Jack shook his head gasping and moaning deeply; almost a growl as he feels you sink down “fucking hell, its not too much, ‘cmon, don’t chicken out now, he reached his hand between them; measuring the distance left with his fingers, making a pinching gesture he held the distance left up, showing you “so close, gonna run away when youre so close?” He teased

“Thaaaaats it” he moaned as he felt you stretch around him “such a good boy, use daddy for your pleasure my sweet love” he tempted “doesn’t it feel so good, so big, so full” he continued as he played with your dick

“I am? S-So close?” You blinked back at him, dazed as your eyes darted between his fingers displaying the distance and his face. “You’d let me g-get away?” Your eyes trained on his fingers as you began to bounce a little harder, feeling it get a bit less resistant.

“D-Daddy’s, Daddy’s good little boy-“ You whimpered immediately as petname got you even wetter. It was trancelike, the way you nodded.

Daddy said you could take more, so you did. You lifted up and sank back down at a steady pace, little pants leaving your lips. “Yeah, it’s so good, ah!” Your dick throbbed and you wrapped a small hand around his wrist, trying to keep it together. But he just kept talking, making it harder for you.

“Awww want me to make it fit? How about you make it fit, you sit alllll the way down” Jack jutted his hips before pulling you down to him, kissing you passionately before sticking two fingers into your mouth “suck” he demanded “if you can't fit it in your pussy, you will have to fit it in there; because sluts that can't fit the cock inside don’t get to ride it”

Your mouth opened immediately for his fingers, he moaned around them, glossy doe eyes maintaining eye contact as he spoke. He nodded as he sucked. His hips stopped bouncing as he focused on sinking down, rolling his hips until they met his and tears welled up in his eyes. Finally, no space between.

“Thats it little one, cmon kiddo just a liiiitlle bit- fuck!” He swore as he felt you start to bounce “mhmmm” he moaned nodding at you with his eyes tightly shut

“fuck- good boy, daddys good little boy” he pants thrusting up, matching your pace, whining slightly as he feels your squeeze around him pulling your hair gently with one hand and tapping his dick with the other

You gasped as his hips thrusted up immediately, a little flash of panic across your features from the sheer force of it. It made him cry out, especially when Jack started tapping his dick. “Daddy! Oh my god!” He tilted his head back as he pulled his hair. His thighs trembled as Jack thrusted up into his, he always managed to take over just in time for him to fall apart.

As you bottomed out he growled holding you down against him, his cock making a teeny bulge in your tummy, he pressed down on it “is that where daddy is, so far up, bet it feels good though huh”

Your eyes brightened once you took Jack’s full length, and you pulled Jack’s hand back slightly from your mouth, thrusting the fingers back in further once before taking them out. You smiled, head bobbing from not entirely holding your head up whilst bouncing. “Make D-Daddy proud?”

He nods grunting thrusting up hard “making me so proud fuck, taking me so fucking well” he said grabbing your throat whilst using your pretty pussy

Suddenly you were flush against his lap and unable to move your hips, being held down made you whine louder. You was flushed pink and looked overwhelmed, out of it. “Daddy’s r-right there-“ you nodded, moaning louder when he pressed against the spot. “P-Please I’msofull I c-can’t, if you don’t m-move I’ll!!” Your voice was frantic, he was pulsing around him, seconds from coming.

“‘S ok, its ok dont worry, you got this” Jack cooed as he saw the worry on your face “can take it, take it so well, you take it like a damn champ, my pretty whore”

you couldn’t stay still, your hands frantically scrambled for something to ground yourself on as the pleasure got more intense. you tugged Jack closer, fingers stretching the fabric of his shirt as your boss bucked his hips.

Jack kept you there; rubbing you T-dick faster “thats it, thats my pretty angel, cum allllll over daddys cock, squeeze me like a vice” you moaned bucking up even though he was already all the way inside you

you were practically wailing at this point, your throat under his hand vibrated with the constant noise.

Pleasure and fear was written across your features like it was too much. “Daddy, Daddy I’m,” your wide eyes locked on him as you started to cum. “Ah! J-Jack!” you cried out, your hips rocking back and forth lightly as you pressed into that little spot that made you squeeze your eyes shut and drag your nails down his arms.

“S-So good, Daddy, thank you, thank you!” your abdomen went taut and in that moment all you could do was whine as he talked you through it, convulsing and squirming against his lap.

Jack started to move again; the tightening, cum and squeezing were working together to help him move much smoother, his thrusts were shallow (which for Jack wasn't very shallow for the other person) and fast working on his own pleasure now he has taken care of you

Grunts and groans escaped Jack’s mouth as he essentially uses you as a fleshlight, the gym definitely prepared him well for this; fucking you within an inch of you life, 3 thrusts a second, a whole ass BPM of 160; if this was a patient; their brain would be long gone.

“Shhh its ok I know my sensitive boy, just take it, take it like a good bunny for me ok kiddo” Jack moans pulling your hair with rigour,

“O-Oh, oh my god!” you tossed your head back for a moment, lost in the heightened sense of pleasure. There was no reprieve from the thrusts, they came fast and whether Jack meant to or not, hard.

you held on tightly to the strong arms caging him in, nails digging little crescent shapes into his biceps. The ruthless pace had you trembling and whining like your own orgasm wasn’t quite over, he was drilling you into overstimulation.

“D-Daddy, Daddy, wait, h-help, ah!” You pleaded, not sure what for. The tug to your hair made you close your eyes tight, noises getting higher, breathier. “It’s too good- I, I can’t!”

Jack didn't stop; if anything he went faster; growling now, his hands moving to your hips; pulling you up and down like a doll, like you were just the sex doll he was masturbating with, you were as light as a feather in his arms.

“Please, wait, almost there, don’t make me stop” he basically whimpered and as pathetic as it sounded he was still very much in charge, he pulled you close by you hair; making out with you, moaning into your mouth, fingers bruising your hips

“Good boy, take it, just like that” he grunts into your mouth, their lips still connected as he spoke; staying at the same relentless pace as he milked himself with your body

“Daddy, please!“ you whined as he pounded away, like you weren’t fully conscious and present anymore. You always got so dazed and helpless when Jack got like this, just using you, and even if you pleaded for mercy; you both knew you didn’t want it.

You tucked your face into his neck for a moment, clinging to him. In your delirious state you were careful not to muffle your sounds, you couldn’t be quiet if you wanted to, not with him being so relentless.

You gasped into the kiss you were pulled into and did your best to kiss back but you were being bounced so roughly it was hard.

“Want you to f-fill me up, that's all I want.” You whispered, it came out small, pathetic even. You were tightening around him again, pleasure still aching deliciously.

“You will take what you’re given” he growls and scolds fucking into you like he was digging for gold “please? You're begging for cum so you will wait until you’re given it, don’t start acting like you don’t love being used like this. You know what to say if you want me to stop” He said, referring to their safe word of “scalpel”

“Thats it” he moaned, his thrusts getting sloppier as he listens to your moans “t-take it, take daddy's cock, such a good boy” he moaned into your ear “getting close, want it inside?” He whispered, biting your neck “want me to breed you honey?” He says, asking for your consent to cum inside of you

You stared up at him, wide eyed from how stern he sounded. It sent a shiver down your spine. You reached up to run a hand through your hair as you nodded, hair strands all messy from pulling and bouncing. You couldn’t look at him anymore, you turned your head to the side as he thrusted more sounds out of you. Loud, whiny, flustered noises you would be embarrassed about later when he mocked them.

“I l-love it, you’re right I, I love-“ you could barely get the words out, everything he said struck a nerve. “When Daddy uses m-me!” Your knees tightened against your waist.

The sight was obscene, the heart embroidered sweater was in stark contrast to the brutal thrusts you took. You sat there, less than half his size, all you could do was take whatever he gave you.

Your eyes brightened at the mention of him coming inside, “Please, Jack, I miss it so much! Wanna feel it, wanna be yours, all yours when you fill me up!” You pleaded, moaning at the bite. “Please, wanna be yours!”

The older man nodded fast, biting his own lip as his hips jutted, his thrusts getting less organised by the second “you gonna take it? Gonna take it all like a good bunny?”

“A-All of it Daddy, I’ll take it I swear! Be so good for you, ah!” You spoke quickly as your fingers curled into his hair and tugged lightly while he marked you. He knew all of your sweet spots, he marked every one of them, and you were back to circling your hips all needy and frantic.

Jack groaned kissing and sucking at your neck, leaving all sorts of marks that you will probably get asked about within the next week but he didn’t care, he wanted the world to know you were his; “mine” he growled darkly his cock pulsing as he got closer

“It’s okay Daddy I’m, I’m yours, I’m h-here, please, please let me have it please give it to me, oh, oh my god-“ You gasped as you felt him coming. You pressed yourself as close as possible, tightening around him as you rocked your hips lightly back and forth, riding him through it.

Jack spilled into you with a trail of expletives and forcing you all the way down once more, cumming all the way inside you, painting your walls, making sure you felt the short five warm bursts inside you “i love you” he said as he came, whispering it into your ear and kissing you gently, not pulling out

“Thank you Daddy! Ah, god, it’s so perfect, feels so right-“ you murmured. There was that Jack Abbot contrast that made your heart skip, a tender love confession after railing you within an inch of your life. You cupped his face and kissed him back “I love you too old man” you chuckled into his lips

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