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From the five word sentences "did you lie to me?" with Jack Abbot. For the vibes, maybe angsty with a happy ending?
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It's planned.
Jack Abbot x F Doctor!Reader
1.2k || All my content is 18+ MDNI || CW: The tiniest reference to cheating with an italicized that but in the context of reader thinking how that's not where her mind would go to with Jack. Robby had to take one for the team here for this storyline. Very very soft and fluffy! The smallest dash of angst (like barely, especially for me). I was told it was giving Jack in the vignettes in Part 1 of NML vibes.
Summary: Robby talks too loud. A surprise is ruined.
AN: I genuinely have no idea where this came from it just kind of came out when I opened a doc for this prompt so I hope it's okay!
“Did you lie to me?”
That was certainly not what Jack was expecting to come out of your mouth when he saw you walking up to him. Your tone isn’t accusatory as such, just questioning. Almost a hint of joking in there. Almost.
He looks up at you, makes that eye contact he loves so you know he’s telling you the truth. “No.” He says it with a confidence that's reassuring. And you like that his reply wasn’t ‘about what?’ it was no. And Jack doesn’t need to ask about what because he doesn’t lie to you. Ever. About anything.
Jack was right there at one of the charting stations as you looked up so you just walked straight to him to ask without even really thinking about the implications of what you’d overheard. You’re strong communicators. It’s why you work so well together as a couple and, yeah, as doctors.
“I thought we didn’t have breakfast on Sunday because you were getting lunch with Robby before the game.” You shrug at him a little.
You were going to run out and have a late breakfast with Jack before he left for the game but he’d told you that Robby asked if they could meet early for lunch. You didn’t have any problem with that of course. Sure, you were bummed a bit about not getting breakfast with Jack but it wasn’t the end of the world by any means. You’d have him all night.
It’s not so much that you particularly care what it was Robby and Jack were doing before the Sunday afternoon baseball game they went to five days ago. You trust Jack. You know based on what Robby said that they were together. And even if they hadn’t been, that is not the first place your mind would go with Jack. It would go to him hiding a doctor’s appointment from you because something was seriously wrong with him and he was trying to protect you until he had more answers. But from what you overheard Robby telling Dana it doesn’t seem like they had lunch. They were together so it doesn’t really matter to some extent. You just want to know why he didn’t just tell you what they were really going to do.
Jack stiffens, his jaw setting a little. But he doesn’t drop your gaze. “Yeah. And he and I had lunch. Why?” He and Robby had gotten lunch like he told you. They’d made a couple of stops before that he omitted but he couldn’t really tell you where they were going without giving it all away.
“I heard him tell Dana that before the game you guys went to a couple of jewelry stores…” It’s as you say it out loud and start to really think that it clicks. Jewelry stores. “Oh.” You don’t have a birthday coming up. There’s no anniversary, no other big thing to celebrate on the horizon. Or maybe there is.
“Oh.”
Jack confirms it. “I’m gonna kill him,” Jack breathes, shaking his head. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” It’s only then that he finally drops your gaze as he lets out a long sigh and runs a hand through his hair as he looks up at the ceiling for a second. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to ask Myrna to kill him for me.”
“Jack!” You whisper shout his name as you grab his hands, bouncing up on the balls of your feet a little as you beam at him. “Seriously? You want that with me?”
“Of course I want that with you. We’ve talked about it. And you’re it for me, Beautiful.” He pushes through his irritation at Robby to give you a real smile and pull you gently by your hands a little closer to him. “I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you next to me.”
“Jack.” You draw his name out in a slightly higher pitch as you tilt your head at him for a second. You’re getting emotional. You love this man more than you could ever possibly know what to do with or express. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” Jack almost never kisses you on the floor when you’re both on shift together, but he does right now, short and chaste and sweet, just long enough to really feel it.
You bite your lip and giggle at him as he pulls away. “You might as well ask now!”
Jack looks at you amused but it turns into amused incredulity when he realizes you’re serious. “No!” He shakes his head at you, letting out an incredulous laugh. “I am absolutely not proposing to you in this god forsaken place.”
“It would be sweet! Our friends are here!” You nod encouragingly.
“No,” Jack laughs, “it wouldn’t. It would be… I’m not proposing to you in the middle of the Pitt. I’m not.”
You nod slowly, in thought. “We could go to the roof? Or just outside the ambo bay?”
“I’m not proposing to you anywhere within a two mile radius of this hospital.” He shakes his head as he says it, amused smile on his face.
“So when we get home?” You raise your eyebrows at him and nod as you grin.
“No.” Jack shakes his head and lets go of your hands to move his to your shoulders, squeezing them gently. “It’s planned. You deserve a real proposal, one that’s ‘us-’”
“I mean, this place is pretty us,” you offer quietly with a little shrug and pull down of your lips.
Jack has to laugh. He loves you so much, his sweet, tenacious, problem-solving, intelligent, warm-hearted woman. “Beautiful.” He shakes his head at you. “It’s planned. The plan is still in place and is going to remain in place.”
“So I just have to wait in suspense for the day or night it finally comes?” you huff playfully.
“Blame Robby.” Jack shrugs. “It was supposed to be a total surprise.”
“Okay but is it soon?” Jack loves the eager smile you wear as you ask.
“It’s sometime within the next five years, yes.” He smirks at you.
“Jack!”
“Fine, it’s within the next two years,” he offers.
You pout at him, give him the big puppy eyes and everything.
Jack gives you a knowing smile and tilts his head. “Do you really think I, of all people, went out and got a ring knowing I was going to sit on it for a long time?” he whispers like he’s telling you a secret.
You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows in thought. It makes Jack chuckle. And then he sees Robby.
“Dr. Robinavitch!” Jack calls just loud enough for Robby and Dana to hear as they walk out of a patient room 25 or so feet away. Jack takes his hands off your shoulders as you both turn to face Robby and Dana. He waves his hand to get Robby to come over. Dana accompanies him, of course. “I’m gonna kill you,” Jack says when Robby gets loud enough to hear it at just below a normal volume.
“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” Robby smirks at him.
Jack playfully bumps his hip with yours to let you know that you should tell Robby. “Jewelry stores.” A huge smile breaks out over your face and you grab Jack’s hand and lace your fingers together before bringing it over your heart. Jack and Dana smile and laugh softly at your infectious enthusiasm and excitement.
Robby doesn’t smile. Instead, his eyes flick between you and Jack and he pales. “Oh fuck.”
HOUSE TOUR » I just want you to come inside ! 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋
man’s best friend m.list
⤷ in which; after a pleasing date you find its best to give clark the full house hour!
⤷ warnings; f!reader, praise, oral (f!receiving), side shots (or wtv they're called), piv(unprotected), cream pie
⤷ word count; 2k
a/n; a month late but w 2x the love...
Take Your Shoes Off...
the date was perfect. he was so courteous and such a gentleman. which he had been for the previous other dates, but it was something about the lingering touches and all he’d done to please you tonight.
he called you pretty more times than you could count, he opened doors, pulled out chairs, paid the bill, and finally wore a suit that fit him… a little too well, if anything. you were too used to seeing him drown in his too-big suit at work so, seeing him in a fitted suit nearly knocked you off your feet.
the conversation was great too, clark really knew how to hold a conversation and make you comfortable. you couldn’t imagine a better date with anyone else.
you were in the car now, he was driving you home with a smile on his face and a hand on your thigh. “thank you for dinner baby, i had a really great time, oh and the pineapple air freshener is my favorite kind” you smiled, placing a hand over his, squeezing gently after toying with the pineapple shaped cardboard hung around his mirror. “course baby, me too” he squeezed your thigh, turning to flash you a smile.
after some driving the car comes to a stop in front of your apartment building. you turn to him, tilt your head flirtatiously, “well this is me but, if you have time, do you want the house tour?” you plead, batting your eyelashes at him. clark could never say no to you, which is how he found himself standing behind you as you pushed the key into your front door.
you open the door, stepping aside so he could walk in past you. “take your shoes off” you point to his toes as you toe off your heels. he’s taking his shoes off when you grab at his blazer, offering to hang it up for him. “thank you” he mutters, following you into your kitchen. “did you want water or anything? I have some chips ahoy if you're hungry?” you point to the pantry.
“no, thank you” he smiles, shaking his head with a hand out. “well this is my kitchen” you gesture to the room. “very nice, i like the pictures on your fridge” he says, pointing to the polaroids of you and your friends pinned up by vintage magnets.
“thanks, i have more in my living room, here i’ll show you!” you take his land, leading him into your living room gesturing to the framed pictures you had, some of your friends, others of childhood pictures.
“your house is so nice, i like how you’ve decorated it, it's very you” he’s smiling like he’s in a museum, to him, anything to do with you is art. “and your couch is really comfy.” he huffs, sitting on the sofa.
you continue throughout the house, pointing to random things he definitely didn’t need to hear the backstory to, but he loved hearing it all. he’d ask where you got certain things, and complement everything he could, it was sweet. he complements all the mood lighting, all your furniture, all the posters you’ve strategically placed.
as you approach your bedroom you smile, turning to face him. “I’m pleasured to be your hot tour guide! i hate how this tour is coming to an end but, this is my favorite room, so prepare yourself” you expressed, hand on the doorknob as you spoke. you walk in, but clark stays put just outside the door.
“you coming in or what?” you tease, using your finger to call him over. he steps in the room sheepishly like he’d hate to intrude, and you're not sure how to tell him you want him to intrude. he takes a look around, pointing at different decorations to complement them before his eyes land on your bed. “looks very comfortable i like it all. i love your house.”
“thank you, clark. you know some say it’s a place where your dreams come true.” you smile, shrugging. there’s a beat of silence, it’s not awkward but heavy with tension. you couldn’t hold back anymore he’s been a gentleman all night he deserves to be rewarded, though you aren’t sure if this is his reward or yours.
“the bed looks pretty comfortable, we should try it out, let me show you” he’s smiling like a fool when you kiss him then, his hands fly to your waist holding you comfortably while you stand on your tippy toes to properly catch his lips. his hands are warm as they run up your back, holding you firmly against him. his lips are just as warm against yours; his kisses were soft until your tongue slipped into his mouth.
he tried to keep his cool, to continue to be gentleman and keep holding you like you were the most fragile thing in the world but when to your hands treaded through the small curls at the nape of his neck, the way you feel so close to him and the way your tongue feels against him, he breaks. his kiss turns rough as do his hands, he’s grabbing a bit firmer but still enough room for you to pull away.
you’re both sighing into the kiss, hands all over each other, both your hairs tangled in the others fingers. clark thinks fast when he turns you, walking you back till the back of your knees hit the bed causing you to fall back suddenly, falling perfectly on the bed. he’s kneeling one knee after the other, holding your thighs before parting them with his torso.
there's not a word said before he’s kissing the inside of your knees as his fingers hook in the belt loops of your jeans. he doesn’t pull them off quite yet, waiting for your approval which you gladly give by raising your hips and shifting them to help him wiggle them off before he tosses them near your laundry basket.
you can feel him smiling against your inner thigh, leading higher to where you need him most. he kisses at the lace of your underwear before pulling them off, to then be face to face with you. “so pretty” he mutters, before licking a stripe up your slit, stopping at your clit where he wraps his tongue around your nub.
you sigh as his suction grows stronger and his tongue laps against you. your moans are small and only audible to him before his fingers circle your entrance before pushing in gently. now you’re sure the neighbors would be able to hear how good he’s making you feel.
“clark” you whimper, threading your fingers through his hair as his fingers continue to pump inside of you. you wonder how he hasn’t come up for air yet but who can ponder on that long when his tongue feels so good on your clit and the tips of his fingers curl at your g-spot perfectly every time.
he has a hand on your thigh which he uses to pull you even closer to his mouth, and his rhythm doesn’t falter as he leaves open mouthed kisses to your clit. your moans echo throughout the room and if it's not how wet you are, it's those sounds that keep him going.
the feeling in your lower stomach is growing as your hips rock with his movements and the way you’ve grown to be increasingly more desperate, tells him you're close. “ah- clark, i’m gonna cum- feels so-” you’re arching your back when you cum, pulling his hair as you mewl his name. he continues lapping at your pussy for a few seconds before he’s pulling away and licking his fingers.
you pull him up by the shoulders of his shirt to kiss him, tasting your slick on his lips. he pulls away to pull his shirt off, not waiting to crash his lips back into yours. within a few seconds he’s taken off the rest of his clothes and your top, leaving you in your bra.
he wastes no time before he’s kissing at your cleavage, leaving purple spots in the wake of his lips. his hand rests at your side, pulling you closer to him as his hand slips behind you to unhook your bra, throwing it off the bed.
“god, you’re perfect” he whispers like he's thinking out loud, taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard pebble before pulling away to blow cold air, leaving your nipple harder than before.
he seems to know everything you want, each move he makes is practiced and perfect. when he stands on his knees, he pulls your knees together and turns you to your side before pushing the plush of your ass up to give him the perfect view of your pussy.
he looks up at you for permission before his tip drags against your slit, tracing your entrance before he’s stretching you out with just his tip. you're both moaning as he inches in, his hand is at your side and your hand grabs onto his for support.
once he bottoms out, he’s leaning down to kiss you, whispering how good you feel before he starts to rock his hips, setting an even rhythm. it’s slow at first, enough to get you used to the feeling before he’s speeding up.
your name falls from his lips desperately as he continues to relentlessly thrust into you. “taking me so well, honey- god” he whimpered, watching the way your hip rippled with each snap of his hips.
your eyes are rolling back, and your moans are raw and loud. his hand finds its way to your clit drawing small, short circles into the sensitive nub as he continues to fuck into you. your eyes shut from the pleasure as you cry out, you want to look because truthfully, he is a sight, but the pleasure is overwhelming in the best way.
“open your eyes baby, look at me” he commanded gently. you listen, peeling your eyes to see the way he looks. his curls are perfectly messy, and he looks pussy drunk off you, eyes half lidded with his mouth slightly agape like he’d been dreaming of this moment, which he probably had just as much as you had.
“there you go” he praises, a smile appearing on his face in the least teasing way. he’s not smiling to demean you in any way, but because he genuinely feels happy.
he’s about to lose it, seeing your fucked out expression with the way you’re squeezing him just right, mixed with your moans and the wet plops of him fucking you truly is heaven. the grip he has on your thigh tightens which tells you how close he is, “sweetheart, m’gonna cum, you feel so good” he whimpers as his eyebrows push together.
you can't even form words with how good you feel, instead you just opt out for purring his name in the most desperate way possible, which is probably what set him off the edge.
“oh- god honey, yeah” his thrusts are shallow as he spills spurts of his warm cum into you. your words are incoherent as the knot in your stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you making your thighs shake and your nails claw into his abdomen, which he didn’t mind.
he’s leaning over you, breathing against your neck for a second before reluctantly pulling out and kissing your forehead. “you feeling okay?” he asks, pulling out and rubbing your thigh soothingly. “yeah” you whisper, nodding at the space in bed next to you, which he gladly takes. “i really enjoyed your house tour by the way” he smiles, pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back.
Hello! I would love to take part in your follower celebration (congrats btw)
I would like to request Jack Abbot, with this;
"For the last time, I'm not jealous! But I want to be the only one who looks into your eyes and holds your hand and hears your laugh. Is that too much to ask for?"
It can be Jack or the reader saying it, either works and could it please be a one-shot with some smut? ❤️
Not Jealous
Pairings: Jack Abbot X fem!Reader & platonic!Frank Langdon X fem!platonic!Reader
Summary: When you're nicer than usual to Frank on his first day back, Jack becomes jealous and wonders if you regret being with him.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, established relationship, age gap, mention of Frank’s addiction, jealousy, arguing, crying, 1 use of (y/n), smut, bath sex, unprotected sex and cursing.
Word Count: 2.1K
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the gif below does not belong to me
my 700 follower celebration!
Your eyes met Frank’s blue ones as he appeared beside you in the locker room, you shot him a friendly smile, “Hey, welcome back.” you told him, putting your clothes in your locker, earning a subtle but awkward smile from him.
“Thanks.” he replied, quietly groaning a little as he crouched down to reach his new locker.
You frowned at this, feeling not surprised if this was Robby’s doing as a way of punishing Frank for what he did. And while it was of course horrible of Frank to steal from the hospital, at least he addressed his problem meanwhile Robby refuses to accept that he needs help.
You wrapped your stethoscope around your neck and rested your hands on either side of it, “Wanna work on the leg lac case in South fifteen together?” you asked, knowing he could probably use some kindness and a friend right now considering how pissed Robby and Santos have been with him even while he was in rehab.
Frank looked at you with a shocked look in his eyes, like he was expecting you to give him the cold shoulder or hate him as much as Santos and Robby seemed to. Not be kind to him. He rapidly blinked up at you, “Uh, sure. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” he answered, bringing your attention back to the fact that he wasn’t in his scrubs yet.
You nodded, “Cool.” you replied, ignoring the way you felt Jack’s eyes on you as you walked away from Frank.
You briefly looked at Jack again from the Hub, able to tell that the look in his eyes was jealousy now that you were closer. He didn’t mean to get so jealous so easily, it was just that he’d switched to the day shift so that you could spend more time together and after seeing your interaction with Frank, his insecurities got the best of him.
He knew Frank was married but still, he wondered if you regretted being with a man much older than you when you could have someone closer in age to you, Frank.
Jack discretely shook his head, willing these thoughts to go away. No, you were just being nice to him like you always were with people who you knew were going through a hard time. Nevertheless, his jealousy annoyingly lingered within his mind.
Attempting to ignore these feelings, he appeared beside you, his neck craning to look up at the board of cases, “Alright, which one do you wanna do together, sweetheart?” he asked, now looking directly into your eyes.
A guilty feeling filled yours, “Oh, I already asked Langdon if he wanted to do the leg lac with me. Sorry, Jackie.” you replied, always feeling horrible when someone asked you to do a case with them and you’d already agreed to help someone else out.
He waved this off, a disappointed look replacing the anger in his eyes, “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, baby.” he said with a kiss to the top of your head, leaving you to do something else.
As he left you, Frank appeared beside you with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, you ready?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts.
You blinked a few times and nodded, “Yeah, lead the way.” you said, internally hoping Jack wasn’t angry with you or jealous. He should know by now that you only had eyes for him.
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Jack had been silent the whole car ride home, barely looked at you for the rest of your shift and hadn’t talked to you since you told him you were taking that case with Frank.
When you finally got back to your shared apartment, you sat on the couch and softly patted the spot beside you, “Sit. We need to talk.” you gently requested, tired of feeling so guilty and worried about your conversation with Jack this morning and how he’d been acting.
Jack sat beside you, taking his prosthetic off with a quiet sigh and leaving it sitting next to the coffee table. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting really off today. I’m worried about you.” you said, instantly breaking his heart for ever feeling jealous of Frank.
You were his and always would be, his spiraling had just stopped him from remembering that.
He softly sighed and looked down at his lap, his eyes refusing to meet yours, “It’s nothing, baby. Just a bad day. Let’s go shower.” he responded, something you immediately knew to be a lie. He just didn’t want to talk about what had been going through his head.
You frowned and slowly took his hand in yours, “No, not until we talk though this. I don’t want you to be mad at me for the rest of the night,” you said, pausing for a minute as you quickly racked your brain of anything that happened that could’ve deserved this anger. You spoke again seconds after your realization, “Were you jealous of Frank?”
He raked a hand through his hair and sat up straighter, a storm brewing in his mind, “I wasn’t jealous. I already told you, (y/n), I just had a bad day, alright? Let it go.” he answered, making your eyes widen. He rarely ever called you by your first name except for when you were talking about something serious like you were tonight. But you still weren’t going to give up.
You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “It’s okay to be jealous, Jack. I mean, I get jealous too sometimes. But I promise you, Frank is just a friend. I just wanted to be nice to him considering the hard time Santos and Robby gave him before he left and while he was gone.” you explained, causing Jack to snatch his hand out of yours.
His eyebrows furrowed and that angry look returned to his eyes, "For the last time, I'm not jealous! I wanna be the only one who looks into your eyes and holds your hand and hears your laugh. Is that too much to ask for?" he told you, accidentally snapping at you, showing you just how much his jealousy and you and Frank’s friendship had been bothering him all day.
Your eyes widened once more and tears slowly filled them. The whole time you and Jack had been together he had never once raised his voice at you, until now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep pressing you about it. I just hate when you’re mad at me.” you told him, now refusing to meet his gaze, and his anger dissolved immediately, more guilt replacing it.
He frowned and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, “I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have snapped at you or gotten that jealous. I just can’t help but worry sometimes that you regret being with me and not being with someone closer in age to you. Like Frank. You have nothing to apologize for.” he explained, letting you get a glimpse into the storm in his mind.
You nodded against him, “I forgive you. And I promise that I’m yours, you’re all I could ever want in a lover and a friend. I love you because you treat me right, make me feel seen, support me and are the kindest, most loving, supportive and patient man I’ve ever met.” you assured him and his shoulders almost instantly relaxed.
Your sweet words brought tears to his eyes, “I’m so sorry, baby.” he repeated, feeling horrible about what he’d done to you today. “Let me make it up to you. How about we take a bath together and order some takeout?”
You nodded once more and slowly pulled away, “Okay.” you whispered and he wiped your tears away, your own hand coming up to wipe his away. You quickly got up and retrieved his crutches from where he’d left them by the front door, flashing him that smile he’d missed so much when you handed them to him.
Once inside the bathroom, Jack leaned his crutches up against the counter and sat down on the edge of the tub, leaning over to turn the water on to the hot temperature he knew you loved although it made him feel like he was being boiled whenever you bathed together.
You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, the first one you’d given him since before you left for work. He melted into it, cupping your face in his hands and deepening it for just a moment before he pulled away, teasing you a little.
His eyes never left your body as you shed your scrubs, undershirt and underwear, leaving them on the floor to be dealt with later. “I can feel you staring.” you commented, a knowing smirk rolling out across your lips.
He opened his legs, prompting you to stand between them, and placed his large hands on your waist. He looked up at you, his pupils having doubled in size, “How could I not? You look so fuckin’ sexy, baby.” he said, talking through lightly gritted teeth, briefly tightening his grasp on you.
You nervously smiled at this, even after all this time he still knew exactly how to make you all flustered. “Get undressed, handsome and if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you fuck me.” you replied with a pointed look, already knowing what was on his mind.
“Okay.” he eagerly said, his hazel eyes lighting up, taking off his clothes as quickly as he possibly could.
Jack got in first, scooting back to give you some room to sit in front of him, and once you got settled, he wrapped his arms around you, wordlessly encouraging you to rest your head on his broad chest. One of his hands shamelessly came up to hold one of your tits, his fingers rolling your nipple in between them, eliciting a quiet moan from you.
He leaned down a little, his mouth right next to your ear, “Please, baby, let me fuck you. I’ll make you feel so good. I need to feel your pretty pussy wrapped around me.” he begged, his hardened cock now twitching against your lower back.
You looked back at him and nodded, “Please. I’m all yours.” you replied, not having any strength left to make him work for it.
Jack wrapped both of his hands around your hips, pulling you onto his lap and carelessly spilling a bit of water onto the floor. You lifted yourself up a little, allowing him to line his cock up with your pussy, and sank down onto him, earning a low groan from him. His hands drifted from your hips to your ass, holding both cheeks in his hands, making it easier for him to fuck up into you. His thrusts began as soon as he was buried to the hilt inside of you, his quick, merciless pace sending more water out and onto the floor.
But neither of you cared, you were too wrapped up in the feeling of one another. It all felt so good.
Jack slowed his pace down a little after a while, letting you ride him, and slotted his hand in your hair, bringing your neck to his mouth. He roughly bit and kissed the column of flesh, making you moan a lot louder than you meant to. “Let me hear you, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.” he murmured, his voice making goosebumps appear on your arms despite the hot water.
His other hand left your hip, drifting from your tits to your clit where he swiftly rubbed it, causing you to arch your back. It was almost too much, being pleasured like this all at once. You looked at him over your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed, “Please, Jack, it’s too much.” you whined.
He grinned at this, “You need to cum, sweetheart? Can’t hold it anymore?” he teased and you rapidly nodded. He nipped your neck once more, “Cum for me. I wanna feel you squeeze my cock until I’m screamin’ your name.”
Obeying his command, you completely let go, your pussy squeezing him in a way that had his hands shooting up to tightly grasp your hips again while you moaned and babbled about how good he was making you feel. Jack uncontrollably bucked his hips up to meet yours and gritted his teeth, "Goddamn, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. I love this fucking pussy.” he muttered, fucking you through your orgasm as his own washed over him and he spilled his seed into you.
You heard him chuckle from behind you while you came down from your high, “I think we flooded the bathroom.” he said, causing a shocked look to appear on your face once your eyes landed on all of the water that had escaped the tub.
Your eyes remained widened, “Next time, you’re fucking me in the shower.” you replied.
He nodded and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “Yes, ma’am.” he said, still smiling a little.
summary: just a little drabble about coach!steve and art teacher!reader who has never been in a serious relationship before! fem!reader. thank you for the request and enjoy a preview of the ficlets you'll be seeing from me this weekend!
steve harrington ୨ৎ teacher au ୨ৎ coworkers to lovers
it had been a perfect third date. steve had taken you out to enzo's after another long week of teaching, coaching, and plenty of messes between the baseball diamond and the art room. things had been going steady for about and month now, which had surprised you.
when you moved to hawkins had finishing up grad school, you never anticipated putting yourself out there, much less commiting to seeing someone. it was mostly because you had never been one to pursue romance, because of your focus on studying and setting up a life for yourself. the art teacher job at hawkins middle was the first job you had with more stability that part-time retail. meeting steve just happened to be a benefit of accepting the position.
you were now parked outside your apartment complex in his blue truck. during the ride home, he explained how he'd bought the truck used from his cousin in north dakota after his beamer was totaled in a crash a few years ago. the entire story, you could hardly focus on his words. instead, you'd been preoccupied with committing the shape of his nose to memory and imagining if he'd finally kiss you tonight, rather than a polite peck on the cheek.
unfortunately, the words tumbled from your lips before you even thought to catch yourself, "I really like you, Steve, and you're a really great guy, and I want you to be my boyfriend."
you instantly cringed, replaying the awkward and almost robotic words in your mind. Idiot, you thought to yourself, now he's gonna realize that you're just a weird virgin...
Steve blinked once. Twice. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "I... really like you too. but what spurred that sudden admission?"
he leaned in slightly, his arm resting against the back of the seat. his fingertips nearly brushed against your shoulders. you cleared your throat as you tried to not be hyperaware of his proximity, "well, this is our third real date. not saying that grabbing coffee and hanging out in the breakroom don't count. they do; but it's a little different, y'know? But you've been really kind even since I started at hawkins middle. not in the way that you've just been chasing after me since day one, but more of that i've been able to slowly become your friend, and now falling in love with you, and i'm starting to recognize that i'm rambling, so i'm just gonna stop now..."
Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your top as you gave Steve the space to soak up your words.
steve raised a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ears. a soft smile etched itself into his face, "it's cute when you ramble."
he ducked his head in closer, nudging your cheek so you'd meet his gaze, "and i'm falling for you too. faster than you've probably realized?"
"yeah?" you gently asked, eyes flicking down to his lips.
his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips as he caught your drifting gaze. he hummed, dipping his head closer, "yeah." with that, steve pressed his lips to yours, tying up the perfect evening with a perfect first kiss.
Hi. Holy shit. I came back to Tumblr not thinking my writing was going to go anywhere but after a few years of posting on AO3 I decided to make the switch and THANK YOU!
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Pizza Crust:
Normal: Dean Winchester
Cauliflower: Sam Winchester
New York Style: Eddie Munson
Chicago Deep Dish: Steve Harrington
Thin: Daryl Dixon
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I'm new to Adrian, not even finished Peacemaker...but my dear friend @xmunsn has got me very intrigued by him 😅 so I'm here with a prompt from one of the lists...
“i don’t think about kissing you. ever. like, not even once. definitely not last night.”
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this one is soooo good i love this prompt hehe welcome aboard the adrian train
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adrian chase/f!reader
948 words
feelings denial, accidental cuddling on the recliner :}
The night came and went with a blur of empty beer bottles, sticky skin, and you squished on the recliner with Adrian.
Leota flopped onto the couch before anyone could stake their claim, Emilia was firm that her room was absolutely 100% off limits, and John was out in the bathtub the second he heard there was a space heater hooked up in the corner of the bathroom.
Adrian wandered around restlessly, throwing his shirt and John's pants and trying to take your cardigan to make "at least a sort of full load" in his words.
"Three articles of clothing does not a load make." You slurred, curling up on your side in the recliner, yanking your cardigan closed and burrowing your arms over your chest.
"Fine, fine, I'll just waste water. I hope you remember this in twenty years when we're all fighting over water rations."
"Mm, whatever, just be quiet."
You were on the verge of nodding off when his not-so-sneaky clamoring besides you startled you awake.
"Adrian, Jesus, what are you doing?" You shoved him away with your elbows, forcing him to lay with his back to yours.
"What? You want me to sleep on the floor? That's gross."
The recliner was barely big enough for the two of you, definitely not big enough for you to lay comfortably, but you knew if you let consciousness get the better of you right now you'd be riding your hangover early.
"Fine, goodnight." You knocked against him, exhaustion manifesting as aggression until you could find a satisfying position and pass back out.
It was also Adrian's fault when you woke up four hours later. His watch knocked against your forehead, and you grumbled a whiny, "Ow, what the fuck?"
Squinting, you raised your head from where you now laid on his chest, seeing Adrian's face contort in confusion as Leota walked towards the kitchen, the edges of her blanket fluffing up his hair and dropping off the back of the recliner.
"Hm?" He muttered.
You gave him a solid pat on the forehead in return, "You just clobbered me with your watch, you dick."
"Oh, sorry." He blinked awake, his hand instinctively raising to press a thumb against different spots on your face, "Does this hurt?"
Swatting his hand away, you catch his eye and recognize genuine concern. Your stomach lurches. He surprises you with little moments of care like this sometimes, glimpses of a softer Adrian.
"No, not anymore. Thanks."
You both let your heads fall back into position, stretching arms and legs, the voices behind you coming into audibility as the smell of coffee wakes you up.
"No way!" Adrian exclaims, stretching his neck to roll his eyes as far back as he can get them, staring at Adebayo and Harcourt in the kitchen.
You roll onto your other side and sit up to face them too, "What?"
Leota sucks her lips inward, raising her hands to avoid the topic at hand, shrugging her shoulders and grabbing her water to chug.
Emilia glares daggers at her, then addresses you both, "I said you'd better not have fucked on my couch. Matter of fact, the whole apartment is off limits for sex, kay?"
You furrow your brows, cocking your head backward as you glance at Adrian, "You're joking right?"
She stares, expression unchanging.
Adrian laughs out loud and swings his legs off the recliner, doubled over.
"Alright, alright. That's a bit much." You kick at his hip as he stands up and walks towards the kitchen. It's hard not to let your sleepy eyes fall down to the skin that peeks out of his open robe. You like looking at him, as annoying as he can be.
If those little moments of care weren't enough to remind you of why you kept him around, that body did the trick.
His eyes go wide as he looks between the three of you, "No, no, it's funny because I totally don’t think about kissing you. Ever. Like, not even once. Definitely not last night."
"Mhm." Leota grimaces, and Harcourt pours you a cup of coffee, sliding it across the kitchen counter with a nod.
Adrian stands with his hands at his sides, head turning to follow you as you scramble off the recliner and make it over to the kitchen.
"That was really believable, Adrian." You reach up and ruffle his hair when you walk past, sliding onto a counter stool, "Thanks, Em."
She massages her temples and works her jaw, "Yeah."
"You guys think I'm lying?" Adrian sits next to you, his mouth fallen into a pout.
You and Leota reply "Yes." in the same instance of Harcourt saying "Don't give a shit." and Adrian looks offended by both statements.
He's about to keep talking but Emilia cuts him off with a, "You know what, Adrian?"
His offense melts into a smile as he looks up at her, "No, what?"
"John fell asleep in the bathtub last night I'm suddenly getting afraid he choked on his own vomit in there."
Adrian's up out of his seat with a panicked, "Fuck!" Rushing off to the bathroom and knocking your coffee mug in the process, a few swallows spilling over the rim onto the counter.
Harcourt tosses a paper towel roll at you, and holds the mug up to her mouth, speaking from behind it.
"You really should just put the guy out of his fucking misery already. If not for his sake then for ours."
Wiping coffee off your hand, you shrug, "It's kinda fun seeing him worked up like that. Don't you think?"
You look between the two of them, and receive a resounding, "No!" In unison.
