cw: daddy kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, fauxcest because i’m a perv and need jack abbot to be my dadbf!
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Jack Abbot gets off when you cry when you guys fuck!!! more below the cut
A/N: this is completely self indulgent and i need this to happen to me so badly, i hope y’all enjoy it!!! also there’s not enough dadbf! jack abbot content so i will be providing that! not proof read sorry yall
Jack had you spread out on his bed like a feast, wrists pinned above your head in one of his big hands while his cock dragged slowly, deliberately through your soaked folds. He’d already made you come twice with his mouth and fingers, but that wasn’t enough for him tonight.
His eyes were dark, hungry, drinking in every twitch and whimper like it was oxygen.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough with that condescending edge you both loved.
“Already shaking and I’ve barely started fucking you properly. Pathetic little thing.”
You whined, hips jerking up desperately as he teased the head of his cock against your swollen clit. “Jack… please—”
He clicked his tongue, slapping your thigh lightly. “Wrong name, baby. Try again.”
“Dad,” you corrected instantly, cheeks burning. Fresh tears already pricked at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensitivity.
Jack’s cock twitched hard against you. “That’s my good girl.” Without warning he pushed inside, stretching you open in one long, relentless stroke until he was buried to the hilt.
The sudden fullness punched a sob out of you. He groaned, hips stuttering for a second. “Fuck… nothing better than the sound of you crying on my cock.”
He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace that had the headboard knocking against the wall.
You were so wet it was obscene, the wet squelch of every thrust echoing in the room alongside your broken moans.
He fucked you through your third orgasm without mercy, grinding against your clit on every downstroke until your legs seized and you wailed, tears spilling freely down your temples.
But Jack didn’t stop.
He leaned over you, chest pressed to yours, still pinning your wrists as he fucked you deeper. “Aw, baby. Look at those pretty tears. You gonna cry for Dad every time you come tonight?”
You nodded frantically, gasping. “Y-yes—Dad—too much—”
“Too much?” He laughed softly, dark and mocking, slowing his thrusts just enough to make you feel every thick inch dragging against your oversensitive walls.
“We’re just getting started. You can take it. You’re going to take everything I give you like the needy little slut you are.”
He released your wrists only to hook your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half.
The new angle let him hit even deeper, pounding against that spot that made stars explode behind your eyes.
You came again with a sharp cry, walls fluttering and clenching around him so hard it almost hurt.
Jack moaned low in his throat, eyes fluttering for a second. “That’s it. Cry harder. Fuck, you get so tight when you sob like that.”
He licked a tear off your cheek, then caught your mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing every whimper as he kept fucking you through the aftershocks.
Your fourth orgasm hit without warning, ripping through you so violently your vision blurred.
You were shaking, thighs trembling uncontrollably, pussy so raw and sensitive that every drag of his cock felt like fire and heaven at the same time.
“Dad—Daddy please—can’t—can’t take anymore—” you sobbed, fresh tears pouring down your face.
Jack’s hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him while he continued those punishing thrusts.
His voice was velvet and steel. “You don’t get to decide when it’s enough, sweetheart. I do. And I say you’re going to come on my cock until you’re fucking ruined.”
He shifted his angle slightly and started grinding deep, relentless circles right against your g-spot while his thumb found your clit.
The overstimulation was unbearable now—pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain, but you couldn’t stop clenching around him.
You cried harder, ugly desperate sobs that only made him fuck you faster.
“God, listen to you,” he groaned, voice wrecked with arousal. “Crying and calling me Daddy like such a pathetic, pretty mess. You know how hard that makes me? Feeling you fall apart over and over while your poor little cunt can’t even handle it?”
He leaned down and bit your neck, sucking a mark into your skin as his hips snapped harder. “Come on, baby. Give me another one. Let Dad feel you squeeze the life out of his cock while you’re sobbing.”
Your whole body convulsed under him, tears streaming, chest heaving with sobs as the orgasm tore through your exhausted body.
Jack cursed, hips stuttering as your pulsing heat dragged him closer to the edge. But he still didn’t stop.
He fucked you through it, slower now but just as deep, dragging out every aftershock until you were a whimpering, tear-soaked wreck beneath him.
“Shhh, that’s my girl,” he cooed condescendingly, brushing damp hair from your forehead while still rocking inside you. “Look at you. So fucking pretty when you’re overstimulated and crying for me. My perfect little crybaby.”
