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pairings; jack abbot x fem reader
synopsis ; jack comes home from night shift to see reader is stubbornly awake hard at work, just like she was when he left her. he’s adamant she rest, (even though he never does) & has to do something about it.
content; smut! // f!reader established couple, domestic fluff, little bit of flangst, kissing, , softdom!jack, indirect age gap,
WC. 4.5k (got carried away opth!)
A/N // sooooo this is my first SMUT tumblr fic I’ve ever done so bareeee with me! I am seriously unsure about what warnings I should’ve put, so if I fucked something up, please let me know. I’m really trying to get back into the groove of writing as well, so please send me in your request if you have any!
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You’re staring at your computer for the 5th hour in a row, with no idea what to type next. You hear Jack getting ready in the bathroom connected to your room, in your apartment. The two of you did switch off days, in between the week where you would stay at one person’s house or the other. Flip flopping days.
“Are you going to take a break to eat soon?”, Jackson asked with a twang of annoyance.
“Yeah, in a minute”, you had grown slightly annoyed, as he had asked for what felt like over to 50 times.
“Wow, okay well, you said that, and I believe it was just a minute, three times ago, so I guess your minutes last hours”
“Yeah, kind of like when you say you’ll be home in a minute and then a minute it turns into three hours”, you snap back. He peaks his head from outside of the bathroom to raise an eyebrow you raise one back.
“I’m door dashing you something, because Robbie texted me and asked me to come in a little early”
“It must not be important if he didn’t page you”, you shrug still typing, and backspacing.
“Sometimes you really just have no idea what they are even talking about, and I have to ignore you”, he says pursing his lips together and nodding. You giggle because you know he’s right.
“Pardon me for hating the job that steals my man away”
“Trust me, sweetheart, really. I mean, look at you. We have spent zero time together this afternoon. But! Your choice”, he shrugs and walks out of the bathroom.
“Okay, one that is not true. We watched two episodes of Game of Thrones and an episode of House of Dragon. You’re not even supposed to do that. I’m pretty sure it’s like illegal”.
“Yeah, and you were barely paying attention, too busy clicking away, writing emails, faxing documents”, he crosses his arms. You bust out laughing.
“Who the fuck says ‘faxing documents’ anymore?”
“We faxed something at the hospital the other day, fuck off, fax machines are an elite piece of technology”
“Uh huh”, you say slowly looking at him, judging. “You act like I have a choice, my work’s not the same as yours and there’s a deadline, and it’s been moved up and I have to finish by the weekend. So no, I haven’t been able to take a break.”
He walks over to the L-shaped desk you have in the corner of your room right next to the one humongous window you have in your apartment.
He plants a kiss on both sides of your cheek, you lean your face in, his hands linger as he backs away.
“I can’t get a real kiss”, you asked — or whined better yet.
“You can’t get a real meal? Real rest?”, he argued.
“You got me something, so I’m gonna have a real meal”, you say swiveling away from your computer to face Jack, puckering your lips out.
He stares at you for a moment trying to decide if he’s going to give you what you want. And he does, leaning over, grabbing your chin to tell your head up and gives you one long passionate kiss.
“I have to go now, seriously. Eat the food, it’s your favorite, but I’m not telling you what it is because it’s a surprise so you’ll have to go pick it up from the door to find out”
“I just love a mystery”, you say with absolutely no enthusiasm, faced back to your desktop.
“I’m not staying any later than 7:30AM. I promise because I’m going in before fucking six”.
“Fucking Robbie”, you say throwing your head back.
“Fuckin’ Robbie”, he sighs shaking his head and slowly leading out the door.
“I love you, baby”, he says only on the outside of the door frame. Now you blow several kisses to him and sarcastically shape a heart with your hands.
“I love you too, I’ll try not to kill myself while you’re away”
“Not funny today, never was, never will be my love”
Fuck. Sometimes you’d forget that there was a moment Jack was suicidal himself. The two of you handled your mental health very differently. Yet both of you did see as therapist and that was probably why your relationship was so easy-going and respectful.
But, Jack didn’t ever find a suicide joke funny, he just didn’t have enough time to properly call you out without getting another ‘where the fuck are you’ text from Robbie.
As you were about to hop on a Teams meeting you hear footsteps coming back into the room you whip your head to the door. Jack’s boots clunking down the hallway back to your room. He had a plate with assorted cheese cubes on it, some triscuits, and strawberries. He doesn’t have time to cut up any veggies or he probably would’ve.
You mouth a ‘thank you honey’ as you grab the plate. Signaling the upcoming video meeting. He mouths back ‘see you later baby’ and you lean out of camera view to give him a peck. Always paranoid they can still see with the camera ‘off’.
As he left out you looked down to notice the cheese, strawberries and crackers were made placed to show up as a heart. And your heart began to melt, because you never knew someone could be so loving.
You looked at the time to see if you could gauge how much work you’d have to do in the next couple hours.
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You’re beat and tired. Jack had ordered you Pho earlier, and he was right it was your favorite. But it was so comforting, and warm, cozy sick food, you wanted to crawl right into bed. Which might have been his secret plan.
Yet, you knew you couldn’t fall asleep without getting at least 4 more pitches done for your manager. So you decided to go to Sheetz, the Northern Wawa, is what you called it after spending a little time in South Carolina for work.
It’s the only place open this late, besides Starbucks and Jack claims, it ‘just sucks, will not elaborate’. A diva he is.
You made your way to the car and stopped, ordering your favorite coffee and his favorite coffee.
Secretly hoping you could share it together if it wasn’t busy seeing that it’s a Wednesday in May, unseasonably cold and the real drama comes out on Thirsty Thursdays. It should be mild in the Pitt.
You get to the hospital and do your ongoing bit with the security guard so that the alarm will go off briefly, he says it wakes him up. You’re not a total dick, but you find joy in his jolt each time.
“Bye Abbot”, he says whipping his head around to see if I’d react.
“Quitttt. You’re jinxing it”, he laughs and turns around back to his straight face as he sees a new regular drunk stumbling in for an IV.
You go through all the motions of getting in, and having the visitors pass, all the mombo jumbo. You wished there was a swipe card you could get just sometimes.
“Well look who’s here, that for me?”, you turn sassily around knowing it wasn’t Jack. Mateo stood behind you all curly haired and smiley.
“You know it isn’t, where’s Jack”, you say sweetly to him. Mateo always messes with you and Jack always calls it flirting. You both know it’s not, because you are the only one who knows how he feels about Jivadi now.
“He’s…. I don’t know man, I’ll go check, think he’s stitching, he literally didn’t have to but he’s bored”, Mateo says.
“No it’s okay I can wait just a little”, you say checking your watch.
“Maybe I should be a doctor”, Mateo says laughing pointing at your wrist.
“You don’t know that he bought this”, you sassed back.
“What is it you do again”, he persisted. Looking you up and down knowing your career didn’t make half as much.
Knowing you didn’t have to work if you didn’t want to. But you’d be bored, and were afraid you’d turn out like The Real Housewives that have simply nothing to do, so they do things like… coke!
“Marketing”, you say as your voice goes up a pitch. He mocks you.
“Marketing, yeah I’m sure marketing gets you”, he grabs your wrist to put it to his face.
“Is this fucking Cartier”, he says with your wrist almost pinned to his face.
“Yeah it is”, says the voice you know all too well. Mateo isn’t even phased he just turns your wrist towards Jack, his mouth gaping.
“Oh please Diaz, maybe pick up a room, update a chart, and the Pitt fairy will give you a higher salary?”, he says smugly grabbing your wrist from his hands, now standing in between you both. He turns to you and grabs the other wrist.
“What are you doing here”, he says smiling.
“Okay I guess I’ll just go then”, Mateo says awkwardly.
“Do that.”, Jack says sharply but not in a mean way gazing at you.
“Jack be nice”, you said tilting your head.
“Mhm. Seriously what are you doing here. I love you but you can just c-“, he starts but you pick up the coffees from Santos cubicle and put them in his hand.
“I brought you a coffee, Jack-“ you paused. “Jack-ass “. Earning a little laugh for him.
“Cmon, we’ll go outside for five minutes just, five”
“Oh relax doctor, I’ve gotta get back to work why do you think I bought one of these”, you say pointing to your coffee. You both were now outside of the ambulance bay, leaning against the wall facing each other. Yet, Jack looked confused at what you just said.
“Back to work?”, he said bucking his head out, shaking it confused.
“You’ve been working all day, it’s now night. No”, he said trying to grab the coffee of your hand. You stepped back a little, and then a little more when he went to try and grab it again.
“Stop Jack it’s spilling on me’, you said just a little annoyed and probably creeping up on irritability.
“Fine. But just so you know, you’re tired. I can tell”
“I can, baby”, he said with a straightforward but soft toned. Your gaze softens as he looks at you desperately.
“I’m not tired”, you finally blurt out shrugging your shoulders. Then sipping your coffee keeping eye contact. “At least I won’t be in an hour”. You say spinning on your heels scared he’d try and grab it.
You begin speed walking to the parking lot afraid he’d fuss, but he just stood there holding his coffee and you couldn’t quite read his face. Which is rare.
You ran back to him and puckered your lips, standing on your tippy toes. He looked down at you, then directly at your lips, inches apart, but he wouldn’t move them. You jumped a little to make it land, kissing a stale face.
“Baby”, you pouted. “I am busy, you get a coffee, I get one, I promise I’m gonna sleep I’ll be out like a light by the time you get back”.
“Hmm. Okay, promise?”, he said almost menacingly.
“Yess? Why are you saying it like that?”, you say through a confused laugh.
He leans down to your shoulder and you feel his breath create heat on your ear.
“Because I’m dying to show you what happens when you don’t keep a promise to me”, he says then backing up and quickly kisses your cheek. Starting to walk back in.
He didn’t give you anytime to react, the blood felt like it had left your body accompanied by the sudden feeling of two heartbeats.
“Bye baby” he says without turning around waving his hand in the air.
“Bye”, you barely mutter to yourself, still caught off guard.
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You look at the time and it’s certainly gotten away from you. Yet, you snuck a nap in from 4AM to 6:30AM, and you hoped that was enough to tell Jack.
Which you figured it would be, seeing that most of the time he’s off chasing several thrills of life. It made no sense to you that a man who volunteers with the SWAT team, for fun and loves the thrill of the night shift could ever make comments about needing more sleep.
You heard the keys in the door and footsteps approaching and you juggled whether you want to tell him good morning or let him find you himself. You chose the option B.
He stood at the door frame, staring at you, leaning on it. He clicks his tongue several times, as if he’s trying to signal he’s disappointed.
“Before you say anything, I did sleep”
“Really”,he sasses, opening up his phone.
“1:24 AM. ‘Hey baby, how’s your shift? Miss you. Kind of hate my boss”.
“Then you texted me back all the way up until 2:30 AM and you’re right that I didn’t hear from you and THEN I heard from you again let’s see”.
“3:33 AM you said and I quote, We should go to a Steelers game next fall, we got to see the shit show”.
He then turns his phone off and puts it back in his pocket, leaning back, shifting his weight ever so slightly. His hair was damp from sweat and his arms had a pump, so you figured he had to do CPR at least twice.
“Sooo, I slept from 4 AM to 6:30 AM, K ? Happy?”
“No baby, I am not happy”, he says strutting over to you.
“Stand up”, he practically ordered.
“Are you asking me or are you telling me?”, you sassed.
“What the fuck do you think?”. The look in his eyes was a mix of lust, concern, and the devilish hungry look he gets that you adored.
You stood up. Not without an exaggerated sigh.
“Good girl”, he said brushing your hair back. Butterflies, immediately.
“You haven’t even showered have you”, he says softly to you his bag hands lightly rested on your shoulder. You slowly shook your head no. He grunts the flings you over his shoulder.
A squeal leaves your lips.
“I guess, I will have to make you rest”, he says, now holding you with one arm, his forearm pressed in between your legs keep you up.
“Someone’s excited to see me”, he jokes, definitely teasing the fact that you started getting wet the second his voice changed.
He turns on the shower and sets you down. You stand behind him with your arms folded. He turns his head around and looks you up and down.
“Strip”, he questions almost annoyed, as if you should’ve known. Maybe you should’ve.
So you do. He does the same, never breaking eye contact. Crossing his arms to take off his shirt, you couldn’t help but stare.
“It’s not a show, princess. Let’s go”
You strip too, rolling your eyes. You feel a sting come down on your ass.
“I saw that”, he says opening the shower door. Gesturing you to follow behind him. You obliged.
“You’re quiet”, he said amused. You both now in the shower, he cups your face to read you.
“I’m nervous”, you say tilting your head into his hands, looking into his eyes, usually soft, but you knew there was something more there right now.
He just makes a long and sexy hmmm sound that made its way into a chuckle, as he grabbed your body scrub and started rubbing it onto your body.
“Good”, he says smiling down at you. He moves you in front of him without saying a word. His calloused hands rubbed up and down your body. A moan slips out from you.
“Does this feel good baby?”, he whispered in your ear. All you could do was nod.
“I know, it does, you’ve been working too much. Not paying enough attention to me and-“ he stops to squeeze both of your breast, massaging them in circular motions. You lean your head back into his bicep letting out a louder moan.
“And I just can’t have that, so if you can’t relax on your own”, his hand wash the scrub off, and he slides back up and down your inner thigh. You clench at the idea of more pressure.
Grabbing your hair he forces you to look back and him. “I have no problem helping you get sleepy”, through a horse voice.
You nodded desperately, looking up and him wanting more. Knowing and feeling pathetic, but it was Jack and you couldn’t lie it was killing you being so focused on work.
You start to grind back onto his bent knee, the other holding him up. He backs away and you whine a sorry whine. Turning to face him.
“Baby, I thought you wanted to make me sleepy”, you say playing with your fingers on his chest. Giving your most powerful doe eyes you could muster up.
“I also thought you were gonna be fast asleep, can’t think I forgot. You broke a promise angel, so we’ve obviously gotta do something about that”, he says with a grin. Planting a kiss on your forehead, he moves you out of his way so we can shower.
“Well I wanna touch your butt”, you say and your arms start to reach before he swats it away.
“I will throw you though a wall”
“I thought that was the plan anyway”, Jack looks at you shocked by the quick comeback, snapping out of it, he opens the shower door.
“Are you kicking me out”, you say shocked and laughing.
“Yes I don’t trust you so close to my ass, leave”
He picks you up and physically puts you out.
You start to stomp away when he yells, “I wouldn’t bother getting dressed for bed if I were you”.
Once you were out of his sight, you couldn’t help but do a little happy dance.
You did your entire post shower routine, gathering your favorite lotion, and body butters.You threw one pair of Jack’s boxers and a bralette that moved easily. You couldn’t stand a sports bra and neither could Jack. He called it the evil bra.
You laid out on your side of the bed and patiently waited. Slightly squirming around and excitement, scrolling on TikTok.
Jack opens the bathroom door steam still coming off of his body with nothing but a towel that was loosely around his waist.
“You didn’t want me to lotion in you?”, he says smugly.
“You didn’t really give me an itinerary”, you sass back. Jack begins to lotion himself, staring directly at you to the point where it’s beginning to make you nervous again, You aren’t even naked yet, and you knew that was coming.
“Lay back”, he says almost too calm, nodding his head towards the top of the bed. You do it.
“You being a good listener ; won’t save you, sweetheart”
Your breath hitches, but refuse to show any signs of worry. You liked the push and pull and not giving Jack what he wanted right away made him crazy.. crazy fucking good in bed.
You stare at him while spreading your legs. He cocks his head back laughing.
“Okay? Noted.”, tilting his head to the side he reaches over to you pulling your legs to his. His towel falling off, his dick bouncing up. You gasp. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you up to him.
Your faces dangerously close together now. “Jack”, you moan but it gets cut short as he pressed his thumb against your lips and shushing you.
“Open”, he whispered. His thumb sliding in your mouth. You immediately started to suck. Jack moans your name running his hands through your hair.
“You’re being so good for me, hmm?”
You nod with your eyes locked on his. He presses down on your tongue forcing you to open.
“I can’t fucking hear you baby”, he moves his hand down to your inner thigh. You moan in his ear slightly nibbling at it.
“I asked you a question”, he applies pressure to you clit through his boxers.
“Yes, I’m good for you”, you say through gritted teeth, and he removes his hand. You exhale, but crave for the pressure.
He moves you onto the bed and lays on his back. Sitting on your heels you watch him start to take his prosthetic off. You’re completely dumbfounded.
“What? Be good for me, you can wait”, he licks his lips into a grin. He knows he’s killing you. You take matters into your own hands and get up on his lap once he’s done and not a second after.
Instinctually his hands fall onto your ass and he moans at the feeling of you on top of him.
“You’re fucking beautiful, fuck”, he says grabbing your face you smile into the kiss. Is rough and sloppy, Jack wraps his hands around your neck squeezing just a little, causing you to open your mouth.
His tongue plunges in and it feels like he’s searching for a way to make you cum just by kissing him. He puts his hands on your waist and begins to guide you, grinding on his thigh.
“C’mon baby, you can do it. Good girl. Good fucking girl”, he whispers the last part grabbing your chin. His boxers getting covered with your slick as Jack made you remain your pace. Your head fell into his shoulders.
He slides a hand into the boxers, his skin now directly on your clit, and it begins to pulse. “You’re so fucking wet for me”, he groans. “So needy, you came to my job hoping I’d fuck you? Hoping that’d get you to sleep”, he’s making small swipes at it with his hands, feeling like it’s barely touching.
“Please”, is all you’re able to make out.
“Please?”, he chuckles mockingly.
“Do you think you deserve anything more? After you lied to me”, he said landing a slap to your pussy. You whined out. Tears start to well in your eyes.
“Yeah, that’s good. I’m gonna make cry for it”, he applies full pressure to your clit and you life up. Not before he plops you back down.
“Where are you going baby? You wanted this”, still making circles, rubbing the very top vigorously.
“Jack. Jack. J-”, you pant putting your hands on his chest. He flips you both sideways now facing each other. He attacks your lips to keep you from whining as he stops. You pull away, to look at him with begging eyes, you feel a tear start to fall. Jack being the sick fuck he is smiled in satisfaction.
“There she is”, he said long and slow. He takes off your bralette and slides his own boxers down your leg without breaking eye contact. You chest begins to heave.
“Beg. For. It”, get says in your ear. You bit down on your lip. He knows you hate begging if it means he’s having the time of his life.
“Please”, you say grabbing his hand and putting back on your clit. His hand had gone limp, on purpose. He smirked looking up at you. You went in to kiss him, he grabbed your face and forcefully kissed back.
“More”, he says through kisses, he puts one finger in you pumping it in an out.
“Please I’m gonna fucking cum, Jack, please, please let me cum”, you beg caving in as he added another finger. You stare into each other’s eyes as he starts bringing the tops of his fingers towards him curling them inside you repeatedly. You squeezed your eyes shut. He stopped.
“No! Look at me”, you tried, and your eyes fluttered but you were coming undone. Forcing them open with his fingers still inside you, you buck your hips and he pouts his lip at you in disapproval.
“Ask me, ask me very nicely, because-“, he kisses you on your swollen lips.
“I’m not usually this kind to liars”
“I’m sorry baby, please fuck me and I promise-“
“Aht aht” he said moving his fingers slowly in you. Pumping in and out at a criminally slow pace.
“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep”
“I- I’m sorry, please fuck me. I need it. I need you please fuck me, take it out on me”
“That’s better”, he said speeding up the pace again and throwing you on top of him. Without warning he’s in you. Pumping you, like he hates you. Your eyes begin to roll. When you earn another slap on the ass.
“What did I say babygirl”, he says. You hum not able to find wording. He pounds harder, jolting you, reaching your favorite spot.
“To look at you, I will. I-I am baby, thank you”, you say kissing his neck, sucking down, his teeth bite at your ear. You like the pain right now. His groans are filled with several ‘yeahs and fucks’ in your ear.
“I’m gonna cum baby”, you say frantically. He pumps you, completely ignoring.
“Hold it”, he shuts down your plead, his strokes get sloppy and irregular, he takes his dick out and cums on your stomach. Pussy now aching for what it’s lost. You sit up right away thinking he’s gonna leave you there.
When he pushes your stomach back down right on the most tender spot, you moan loudly. Jacks lips attack your clit, swiping your juices and moving his tongue in circles, he feels you tighten and adds two fingers.
“Cum for me baby”, he says curling his fingers over and over slowly. Your back arches and you squirt all over his face pretty much. You gasp and Jack starts fucking laughing a guttural belly laugh.
“Fucking perfect” he says staring at your leaking clit. He dives back in you clean up what’s left. Making you shoot foward grabbing his hair.
“Jack I ca-“ he stops licking and looks up at you, without moving a muscle, he testifies, “I’m cleaning up?”, muffled due to his mouth being on the spot that is now sore.
He takes around three more licks, torturing you with the last one, running his tongue up you clit all the may to your lips. Giving you a taste test of his last meal. He kisses you softly.
“Sleepy yet?”, he says looking at your almost lifeless body.
“Uhn huh”, is all you can get out.
You in fact were out like a light.
