content warning: smut, vaginal fingering, praise, no use of y/n
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jack abbot would lift you up by your waist, setting you on the counter while you try to make dinner, his mind on wanting to get fed in a different way.
“jack!” you squealed, hands reaching to grasp onto his large biceps. “what’re you doing? i’m cooking.” you playfully swatted his arm.
“i know, baby. but i’m hungry now.” jack grinned teasingly, prying open your legs to step in between them. “dinner can wait.” he murmured before pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your jaw, one of his hands trailing down your body, settling as he reaches your waistband. “you wanna take a little break? hmm? i promise i’ll be quick.” jack hummed into your ear.
you nodded, breath hitching as you relaxed your body, letting your boyfriend take complete control. his thick fingers made ease of your sweatpants and panties underneath, slipping down to dip into your already soaking folds.
you let out a soft gasp as your hips thrust into his palm. “does that feel good?“ jack asked teasingly, gathering the slick leaking out before bringing it up to your clit and circling it firmly.
his arms flexed beneath his t-shirt as he sunk two fingers into your dripping cunt, curling them to reach the spots deep inside you he knows makes you feel good. jack kept the pace steady and intense until he felt your thighs lock up around his hips. “are you gonna cum for me baby? are you gonna soak my fingers? you’re doing so well.” he praised sweetly, admiring how your lips parted to let out soft whimpers.
“‘m cumming, jack! o- oh-“ you moaned against his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as your release washed over you intensely. “good girl, there you go.. soaking my fingers, so good for me.” jack talked you through the orgasm, only stopping when your smaller hand reached to push his away.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart. you just looked so sexy while making us food. i couldn’t resist.” he grinned, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he lifted you back to your feet.
content warning: smut - p in v, pwnp, unprotected sex, use of sex toys (vibrator), creampie, use of petnames (baby, sweetheart), pussy pronouns, dom!jack & sub!reader
a/n: this is my first request for my prompts challenge! not proofread, lmk if there’s any mistakes i need to fix! love u all
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your whimpers were muffled by the pillow as jack pounded into you from behind, his thumb rubbing roughly at your clit as his hips snap forward with a deep groan.
“f- fuck, baby. you look so hot.” he mumbled, his large hand splaying out across your lower back. you moaned as you fought to keep your ass up in the air, legs growing more tired by the second.
jack noticed the tremble in your thighs, slowing down with a grunt. “what? too much?” he asked gently, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.
“mhm. no.” you shook your head. “just tired.”
jack hummed before pulling out of you completely, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing in desperation. “i have an idea. lie still.” he told you, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze.
you sighed in content as you relaxed your body and waited for your boyfriend to return.
you heard the sound of a drawer opening and some rummaging before jack found what he was looking for.
the familiar sound of a soft buzz coming to life made you immediately shoot up from your place. your face flushed a deep red when you saw what was in his hands.
“jack! what the fuck!” you spat, reaching to grab it from him.
“ah ah, not so fast, baby. i said to lie still.” jack tutted as he guided you back down by your shoulder, switching off the toy as he did so.
“now. do you wanna tell me what this is? i found it while looking for my card the other day.” he asked slowly, watching for your reaction as he dipped a finger between your thighs to toy with your still soaked cunt.
“it’s nothing.” you mumbled in embarrassment, looking anywhere but jack and your toy that now looked small in his hands.
“this is nothing?” he raised an eyebrow in suspicion before spreading your thighs. “why do you even have this in the first place? do i not satisfy you?” jack asked, his tone a mix of uncertainty and teasing.
“no! that’s not it! you- you do more than satisfy me! i just- i got it for when you’re working late.” you scrambled to reassure him, reaching to hold his hand.
“i can’t do it myself.” you admitted, quieter now. “i can’t make myself feel as good as you make me. so i bought that.”
jack couldn’t hide the grin that graced his face. “how about i make you feel extra good, huh? i wanna try. see what you do when i’m not here.”
a small whine left your lips as you watched jack pick up the vibrator again and turn it on. you let your thighs fall further apart, helping jack to settle between your legs again.
“she’s even wetter than before.” jack cooed as he spread your folds, the slick dripping onto your thighs.
he pressed the toy to your clit, watching in awe when you immediately moaned and jerked up towards his. “j- jack, fuck.”
he dipped down to press a hot kiss to your mouth before lining up with you and pressing in again, sliding in smoothly from how soaked your pussy was.
you moaned into his mouth before reaching to claw at his back. the two sensations from your clit and getting filled by jacks thick cock was overwhelming you couldn’t even think straight.
“i feel her squeezing me so tight, sweetheart. that feel good?” he groaned into your ear, keeping the vibrator firm against your throbbing clit.
“j- jackie, ‘m gonna- oh my god-“ you gasped, thighs clenching around him as your lower half felt like it was going to burn from the amount of stimulation.
jack kept his deep, steady rhythm as you came around him hard, moaning louder than he’d ever heard from you before.
it wasn’t long before he was thrusting roughly into you, spilling his load the deepest he could possibly get it.
the feeling quickly became too much, your hands reaching to pull the toy away from your now oversensitive clit. “‘s too much, p- please-“ you whimpered, pleading jack with your hazy, blissed out eyes.
he relented and turned the toy off quickly, tossing it somewhere on the bed you couldn’t see. jack pulled out his softening cock with a grunt, moving to cradle you in his large arms.
“i’ve never seen you cum that hard before, sweetheart. maybe we’ll have to do that again..” he mused before pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.
older bf!jack abbot & his sweet younger gf!reader !
content warning: fluff, smut, age gap relationship, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, reader calling jack ‘daddy, dad’
a/n: my first headcanon type of post! i hope its good :p not proofread
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OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who paid for everything his angel asked for. his wallet was always the one slipped into your purse, never your own card. not that jack would allow you to use your own card, anyways.
↳ “where’re you goin, angel?” jack hummed as you pulled on your jacket. “i’m going shopping with the girls!” you chirped brightly. “they’re waiting outside. i’ll be back later.” jack pushed himself off the couch with a huff. “wait, baby. you’re forgetting two things.” he said, reaching into his back pocket and holding his card out to you. “one is my card,” he paused before leaning down to give you a peck. “second is that.”
OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who helps you paint your nails and even lets you paint his. but he only agrees to paint his own if they are matching with hers.
↳ your feet were resting comfortably on your boyfriends lap as he painted your toes. “it’s a pretty colour.” jack hummed softly as he concentrated hard. “could you paint my fingernails afterwards? the kids in paediatrics will like the colours.”
OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who carried around the multiple heavy bags for you while shopping with his money. he would lean up against the wall while you were in the changing room of the fifth clothing store, both hands and arms full of your bags, purse included.
OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who stood close to you in public like a guard dog. he glared at anyone who gave you looks when they noticed the age gap, gripping your waist tightly and pulling you protectively to his side.
↳ you and jack had sat down for dinner in an expensive restaurant. you were reapplying your lip gloss as a waiter came over with some menus. “here are some menus for you two, i’ll be your server tonight! i’m always somehow paired with the father daughter duos.” the waiter tried to joke, but was met with your giggle and jacks harsh glare. “me and my girlfriend will tell you when we’re ready to order.” he said sternly, making the poor boy flush in embarrassment.
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OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who makes you cum at least 3 times before he even considers putting his cock in you. even if he is aching and leaking in the fabric of his boxers, his little girl always comes first.
OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who carefully picked out matching sets for you to wear later that night, only to quickly discard them the second you lay in front of him.
OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who loved to watch your face as he stuffed his thick fingers into your cunt. the way your soft lips opened to let out desperate moans, feeling overwhelmed from just his fingers already.
↳ the squelching sound of your soaked cunt being pumped full of three jacks of fingers filled the room alongside your loud moans. “j- jackie, ‘m so close. ‘m so- so sensitive-“ you gasped, earning a groan from your boyfriend. “cum on my fingers, baby. i know you have another in you. and afterwards i’ll stuff you full of my cock, mkay?”
OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who loves when you call him ‘daddy’ and ‘dad’. sometimes he felt guilty when he was thrusting inside of you and his cock would harden as you whimpered ‘dad, please.. gonna cum..’, but he always spilled almost double his load when you moaned ‘daddy’ when you came.
↳ “dad, i feel so full.” you whined as you clawed your hands down jacks bare back. he delivered a particularly hard thrust at your whimper. “god, baby. you- you make it hard to keep my head straight.” he moaned as he came deep inside of your pussy, feeling your walls clench around his spurting cock.
OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who loved to rub his cock against your clit through your panties, watching how the cotton darkened from your slick and his cum.
OLDER BF!JACK ABBOT who called you his ‘little girl’ purely because of how small your tight pussy looked compared to his thick length.
↳ “fuck, baby. look at you..” jack groaned as he helped to bounce your hips on his lap. “look at my little girl. taking me so well.” you whimpered as your legs grew tired. “jack, i can’t..” “you can, baby. your little pussy is taking my huge cock so good.”
content warning: smut - p in v, unprotected sex, edging, riding, dom!jack, use of petnames (baby, sweetheart)
a/n: second fic from my prompts list! prompt: angry sex, jack abbot. not proofread, lmk if there is anything to change!
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jack abbot was handling you way rougher than he ever has before. his hips snapped up almost angrily, making you gasp with every thrust.
you weren’t surprised he was so mad. it had gotten stressful in the ER earlier, and you had nearly cost someone their life because you hadn’t consulted jack before administering medicine.
you had both gotten into a full blown argument in the middle of the hall where you had to be split up before it got any worse.
it was safe to say dating in the workplace wasn’t always a good idea.
but jack abbot was a weak man. even when he planned on ignoring you until you admitted you were wrong, he still couldn’t stay away from you. there was a reason he broke HR rules.
“j- jack, oh my god.” you moaned, steadying yourself by grabbing onto his shoulders. “slow down.”
jack didn’t respond or slow down. he normally would have, but you had a safe word for a reason.
“jack!” you whined. your cunt clenched tightly on his thick cock as he bounced your hips to meet his.
“you didn’t listen to me earlier, why should i listen to you now?” he growled in frustration.
you huffed and shook your head but didn’t verbally respond. your body grew weak as you neared your climax, nails leaving marks on his shoulder.
right before you got to finish, jack abruptly pulled out of you, leaving your pussy needing and desperate. “jack? what the fuck!” you gasped, watching the amused smirk grace his face.
“you don’t get to cum unless you apologise.” he said slowly, reaching his hand down to fist his own cock. “admit you were wrong.”
you felt like you were at a loss. on one hand, you truly believed that the decision had been necessary even if it was extremely risky, on the other, you really wanted jack to let you finish.
“baby.. baby, i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i was wrong. i should have come to you first. i thought it was the right decision.” you pleaded needily, biting your lip as you waited for him to answer.
after a few long moments of consideration, he sighed and pulled you back onto his lap.
“please just come to me next time, sweetheart. it could have been way more serious.” jack mumbled seriously before easing back into you.
you nodded through the pleasure, rutting against him in relief. “‘m gonna cum, fuck!”
“there you go, sweetheart. i’ve got you.” jack moaned before pressing a kiss to your neck and spilling inside of you.
pad of his thumb - older bf!jack abbot x fem!reader
content warning: smut, pwnp, fingering, reader sucks jacks thumb, unprotected p in v, reader calling jack ‘daddy, dada, dad’, jack calling reader ‘kid, sweet girl, baby, angel, good girl’
a/n: this feels very filthy, i hope u guys like it :3 not proofread!
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the sloppy sound of jack abbot’s fingers pumping lazily into your soaked pussy was drowned out from the sight of you sucking on his thumb.
jack felt perverted from watching the way you suckled on his finger, your hips thrusting forward to chase after his palm every time he got slow.
“that feel good, sweet girl? my fingers filling you up?” he murmured deeply, pressing down the pad of his thumb on your tongue, watching the way your saliva coated your soft lips.
you hummed around his thumb, reaching a hand down to rub your throbbing clit. “yeah, dada. feel so full.” you whimpered, chasing the stimulation coming from yours and jacks fingers.
“god, kid. you look like a wet dream.” he moaned, pulling his thumb from your mouth with a wet pop, replacing it with his mouth.
you whined into his mouth, pulling on his shirt to pull his body onto yours. “need you inside me, jack. need you to- to fill me up.” you pleaded, pulling his fingers out from your clenching cunt.
“fuck. okay, baby. i’ll give you my cock.”
the room was filled with the sounds of shuffling and clothes being removed, jack making quick work of his jean zip and boxers.
“there you go, kid. just like that.” he soothed as he pressed his tip into your folds, watching in awe as his length slipped in with ease, squelching as your arousal dripped around his cock.
“d- daddy, fuck. you’re so big.” you moaned, thighs clenching as he bottomed out.
“ah ah ah, watch your language.” jack scolded, making you whimper in response. the contrast of the dirty scene happening below your waist and his reprimand at your foul language.
“‘m s- sorry, jackie.” you apologised, rutting your hips against him. “feels so good. need you to move.”
jack responded with an abrupt thrust of his hips, making you moan from how deep he felt. it took less than a minute for your brain to grow hazy and your legs to lock around him.
“you gonna cum, angel? gonna cum on my cock?” jack huffed, trailing his thumb that was still wet from your saliva to rub your clit, earning a gasp and a jerk of your hips.
your head fell to his shoulder, whining as you nodded. “yeah. yeah ‘m gonna cum, dad-“ jack cut you off with a messy kiss, groaning into your mouth as you came on his cock.
“good girl, there you go. shit, i’m- i’m gonna cum in you-“ jack stilled inside of you as he came inside of you, some of his release trailing onto your thighs as he pulled out.
his favourite feature - dennis whitaker x fem!reader
content warning: smut, oral (f. receiving), dennis being an absolute munch, established relationship
a/n: my first dennis fic! not proofread <3
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dennis whitaker loved to eat your pussy.
there was no other way to put it. that’s just the truth. your boyfriend loved nothing more than sitting in between your thighs and lapping at your sensitive folds.
you were currently laying on your bed, all of your clothes discarded on the floor with your fully clothed boyfriend between your legs, his hands gripping desperately at your thighs.
“d- den, o- oh my god-“ your head dropped onto the pillow behind you. this was about to be the third orgasm he had coaxed out of you with his tongue alone. he moaned into your pussy, alternating between sucking at your clit and licking the slick leaking out of your slit as your hand pulled at the curls on his head.
“‘m gonna c- cum, baby.” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut while your thighs squeezed around his head. dennis took that as a sign to go harder, moving a hand from your thighs to slip two fingers into your soaking pussy, curling them methodically as he circled your clit with his tongue.
dennis pulled away when you had collapsed against the sheets, both of your breathing laboured and unsteady. when you looked at his face, a weak whimper escaped your lips. his chin was soaked with your juice. he grinned weakly at the sound.
“you taste so good, baby.” he mumbled while reaching for some wet wipes to clean you up. “i love you so much. so beautiful.”
older bf!jack abbot who can’t keep his hands off of you..
content warning: smut - breast play, like, all breast play. jack calling reader ‘sweetheart, baby, angel’, dom!jack, jack being obsessed with your breasts.
a/n: not proofread! giving y’all something while i work on my prompt requests!
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jack abbot always had a particular love for your breasts and you never knew why.
he could happily spend hours on end alternating between kneading them in his rough hands and sucking your nipples into his wet mouth, tracing them teasingly with his tongue.
he bought various different bras in different colours and designs simply because he loves to see them ‘all dolled up’. it made you embarrassed at times. your cheeks would flush a soft pink as you lay out in front of him, his eyes locked onto your chest exclusively. “they’re so beautiful, sweetheart. they’re looking so pretty in their lace.” he cooed, groping them tenderly over the fabric.
“j- jack.” you flushed, hiding your bright face behind your hands. “what, baby? i’m admiring you.” he stated, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before turning his attention to your breasts.
instead of undoing the clasp, he opted to pull the cups down and let them spill free. jack groaned at the sight he’d seen a million times yet would never get tired of. “i’m gonna give them the attention they deserve.” he promised before leaning down to suckle on your right breast, squeezing the other with his free hand.
you whined, hands reaching to grasp at the greying hair on his head. “j- jack, fuck.” you gasped. this was a familiar game you both played. jack sucking on your tits, pleasuring himself more than you, and you getting lulled into a steady stream of bliss.
you could feel jacks smile growing on you as you yawned. “sleepy, huh?” he murmured, pulling off your swollen nipple to meet your eyes. you shook your head, rubbing your eyes with a fist. “‘s okay, angel. you can sleep. i’ve gotcha.” he reassured softly. this is always how it went. you hummed groggily, nestling into the sheets as jack resumed his place on your chest.
sorting his own problems - ryland grace x reader (kinda?)
content warning: smut, masturbation (m.), ryland imagines his hand is yours
authors note: i love loser men. not proofread!
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ryland grace tried his hardest to keep himself under control, but it wasn’t exactly easy when you were the only other human he would ever be with for the rest of his life.
he would wait till you fell asleep to sneak out to the storage room, shutting the door behind him firmly while quickly pulling down the suit that covered his lower half. his tip was already weeping and spilling over, twitching as he wrapped a firm fist around the hardened length.
ryland let out a desperate whimper as he closed his eyes, pretending the teasing strokes he was giving himself were coming from your hand instead. he thought back to when your hips accidentally brushed against his crotch earlier in the lab and how he instantly grew rock hard.
it’s not his fault he’d been starved of touch for years.
it didn’t take long for his hips to start thrusting forward, his head falling back against the metal wall. ryland groaned as he practically fucked his cock into his fist, his whole body shaking intensely when hot spurts of his release covered his hand.
