cw: 18+ mdni, smut, d/ș dynamics, humpíng :p, p in v
He’s been making those corny jokes your entire shift, randomly poking your sides as he sees you rounding the nurses station trying to find spare rooms, bumping shoulders when you’re observing a patient.
“What’s up with you tonight Dr. Abbot?”
His eyes flicker from you, who’s typing away at the computer, then to Lena who’s more than intrigued. You can see the the end of his lip curve upward just for a slight second, sucking in a breath before putting on that charming smile, “I can’t check on my favorite nurses? Aren’t I supposed to be a good attending?”
You and Lena share a look, both laughing and continuing your tasks, you point at him, finally giving the older man the time of day to see that beautiful face in all your glory, pursing your lips, “First, get away from my station with your shit,” you lick your lips, trying to hide your smile, “and Trauma 2 needs you.”
Abbot let’s put an exaggerated sigh , feet already heading in that direction before you call out, “And try to keep your hands to yourself this time around!”
You’d take those words back if you knew the old man would have you like this, pussy gushing while you clawed at the pillows of your bed, whining and shaking your hips for more movement. Jacks heavy cock slowly rutting through your glistening folds. His cockhead leaking pre everytime he rolls the tip around your puffy clit that makes you groan out.
You reach for his hip again, letting him smack you hand away for the nth time this morning, “You said no touchin honey,” he tilts his head to the side rolling his hips fast this time, watching you wither and gasp at the feel. “M only following your orders.”
“That was only- anngh- only at work!” You whine, glaring at Jack.
“Don’t make that face baby,” he chides with a smirk, leaning back on his hands on the bed, grinding his hips into yours hard, “You run the show here [+], remember?” He grunts, your so fucking warm even if his dick is just feeling the syrup on your pussy lips, “Oooonly doin’ what you tell me to. Mmh- tell me what you want from me sweetheart.”
You mewl, hiccuping, “W-Want you t’ touch me.”
“Been touchin you this whole time though, huh,” Jack, gently pulls you closer by your plush thighs, letting his throbbing tip, ‘plap, plap, plap’ against your fluttering hole. Putting the tip in before pulling out juuust enough then smearing himself on your cunt, “Feel how good we fit together pretty?”
You let out a frustrated cry, tears starting to brim your eyes as you bottom lip trembles. You feel Jacks hand run down your thighs, his voice softer, richer, “Don’t start that baby, told you to use your words.”
“My words.” You repeat, incoherent to Jack but he nods, encouraging you. You let out a breath, “Need you inside me Jack, hck- aangh- please?”
And it’s just enough, Jack sinking his dick inside your hole inch for inch. Stretching you out so good all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut, clawing at his biceps till he’s folding you in half. His lips finding your plump ones as he rolls his hips into yours, velvety walls holding onto him so snug around him as he picks up his pace.
“Goood job baby.”
a/n: I KNOW I don’t go here, it’s obvious, let me have fun too!!! I was converted!!
a/n: did i listen to What is this Feeling and think of this? Yes, Yes I did. I also listened to it the entire time I wrote this. Enjoy.
warnings: none really. some arguing and a big ol' kiss at the end
summary: it was known in the pitt that you and Robby butted heads. But this heated rivalry held a deeper desire
word count: 1278 words
It was not that you hated Robby. You didn't hate anyone, not truly. But the way he could get under your skin, how he pushed buttons you didn't even know you had, how his moods seemed to affect everyone in the ER. Well, frankly, you were over it.
Perhaps there was a time you thought Robby was hot. How good he looked with his glasses on. How kind he could be to patients. You had always enjoyed a man in charge. Yet, if anyone ever asked what you thought of the chief attending, a harsh scoff would leave you before saying 'I suppose he is good at his job'.
There had been several times the pair of you butted heads. He shot down your ideas, criticised the tests you ordered, and made you explain everything you did. It drove you nuts. You weren't some intern. You were a seasoned doctor, damn good at your job. If he couldn't see that, then perhaps he should wear his glasses more often.
But what really made your blood boil, what made you pick fights in the ER with him instead of biting your tongue? It was when he was rude to others. Taking out his shitty moods and bad days on others. Most people learned quickly that while Robby was in a mood, it was better to keep your head down. It was not to say it happened often, but the man could be rather kind at times. Understanding of situations, acknowledging a mistake, and praising a job well done. You wished the man could be like that all the time.
"Careful, your little boyfriend seems to be in a mood," Dana called as you walked past the nurses' station, her eyes twinkling with mischief as a grin spread across her face.
It was not a well-kept secret that you and Robby would get into fights at times. Something Dana liked to tease you both for. She swore up and down that the pair of you were meant to be together. You were one of the only people who would give it back to Robby, not shying away from his intense gaze. At times, even made him admit fault. She claimed it took a special person to do that.
"Ha Ha Ha." You laughed sarcastically as you came to a stop to stand on the other side of the bench from her. You knew it was futile to argue with the woman; she would simply give you a Cheshire smile as you ranted away. "What's got him so wound up? The day just started." Dana gave a small shrug, "Now, how should I know?"
"Well, thank you for the heads up."
"Anytime,"Dana called to your figure as you departed, chart in hand as you began your day.
Your day had gone so well that you began to wonder if Dana was lying when she spoke to you in the morning. Or maybe it was because you had not seen much of Robby. He seemed to be everywhere you weren't, paths crossing for only a moment in the hall as you headed to different rooms.
However, such peace was to come to an end. You had heard him before you saw him. His voice was harsh and pointed, scolding Mohan for her performance. It was not uncommon for Robby to scold Mohan, she took more time with patients than anyone else. Not that you ever viewed it as a bad thing. You thought it was nice. Besides, she got the work done.
But the way he was speaking to her rubbed you the wrong way. The tone he took, and how you could hear him from outside the room. Within a moment, you had made your decision. Their voices got louder as you got closer.
"I don't care! I don't care for your excuses! I-"
"Dr Robinavitch, is there a reason your voice is so loud?"
Your calm voice cut off Robby's increasingly louder one. As you took in the scene, you noticed how tense the man was, how his shoulders were pushed up, hands flying around when he spoke. Mohan was as stiff as a board, and her eyes simply watched him. Both sets of eyes flicked to you, Robby's swirling with a mixture of emotion, while Mohan's was full of relief.
"What do you want?"
Robby's voice was sharp as he spoke to you, the build-up of frustration, stress and annoyance switching to you instead of Mohan. "I was wondering why I can hear you from across the ER." You replied coolly, "I'm sure our poor patients don't want to hear you chewing out one of your fellow Doctors."
"I was just explaining to Dr Mohan about her performance." Robby defended, voice still sharp. "Well, it sounded to me more like a verbal beating." You challenge before turning to address Mohan. "I'm sure you have patients to attend to. Why don't you go do that, while Dr Robinavitch and I chat?"
With a small nod, Mohan was quick to leave the two of you alone. A tight-lipped, thankful smile on her face as she passed you, shutting the door behind her. Now it was just the two of you, and you watched how Robby seemed like a caged animal with too much energy pent up. His large hands rubbed the back of his neck, something you were quick to note happened when the man was stressed.
"How is this any of your business anyway? Not everything revolves around you. You know that, right?" Robby spoke harshly as his hands moved to his side. "That's rich coming from you. God, you make everyone walk on eggshells because you have the emotional maturity of a toddler." Your tone matched his, no longer trying to stay calm and collected.
"Me?" His hands point into his chest before he lets out a humourless laugh. "I am the one who has to deal with everyone's fuck ups. Gloria is breathing down my neck, and I don't have time to baby everyone through everything."
"Oh, please, don't give me that bullshit, Robinavitch. We are all in the same boat here. The quicker you get that through your thick skull, the better."
"You're a real piece of work."
"Yeah, you're no prize either."
The pair of you failed to notice how you had both moved to the centre of the room. Now only a step away from each other.
"Do you find some sick enjoyment in fighting with me? Or is your life so miserable that you need to find something to fill it with?"
His words had you scoff, fingers coming to press hard into his chest. Voice laced with venom as you spoke, "I would rather not spend the time I'm meant to be helping people having to argue with you about everything. Maybe if you took your head out of your ass for a moment, you would see how pig-headed you can be."
A silence took over the two of you, chests rose and fell with angry breaths. Your eyes mirrored the same fire he held. For a moment, you saw his eyes flick down to your lips. Both of you were hyped on adrenaline. Minds scattered with anger and frustration. You moved in synchronisation, hands rushed up to fit purchase on the other, mouths clashing together with a sort of angry hunger. For a moment, you forget you hated him.
When you pulled away, you were the first to speak. "I loathe you, Dr Robinavitch." Your words were quiet, only above a whisper, but you knew he heard. A cocky grin spread across Robby's face as he spoke, "And I loathe you."
whittaker x gf!reader who nearly passes out from a severe migraine? reader works at ptmc too 😋😋😋 pleak
migraine mayhem
Husband!Dennis x Fem!Attending!Reader
★summary★ when you start experiencing some terrible physical ailments, it all starts to take a toll until you find out the cause
★notes★ good ol’ fashion fluff baby!! i am also going thru my requests at the moment, thank you all the cutie patooties who send them i love going buck wild. like im about to do, which you’re about to read…
⚠️ warnings⚠️ mdni!, medical inaccuracies, no proof read
“What are you doing?” A familiar voice asks from behind while you continue to rummage through the first-aid kit in the employee lounge. You turn around and spot Dennis, sighing,
“I’ve had a wicked headache all day—since last night, actually.” You explain, turning again to fish for the Advil bottle. You finally find it and flick the cap off, putting four into your palm. Dennis’ eyes go wide, watching you throw them into your mouth and dry swallow.
“Jesus—don’t take anymore.” He comments, handing you your water bottle. You take a swig and exhale,
“Thank you. I won’t—at least I’ll try not to. It feels like there’s a damn knife in my head.” You reply with a weak chuckle, Dennis pulling you in for a hug—of course planting a kiss on your forehead.
The shift continues—you give it an hour, praying to whatever powers be that your migraine disappears.
Instead? You pass out mid-charting, your head slamming into the keyboard.
Dana is quick to notice, immediately paging Dennis for help.
When you come to in a hospital bed, Dennis stands above you with pinched brows and a concerned expression.
“Do you feel alright?” He quickly asks while you slowly nod, clutching your head,
“I feel like my headaches have only gotten worse…” you grumble, huffing in exhaustion.
“Why don’t I watch over her, get some vitals, and I’ll update you in a minute.” Dana says, Dennis shaking his head,
“No, I can stay. I want to know what’s going on too.” He replies, a hair sharper than he means to—he immediately gives a look of guilt and sighs,
“Ok… page me though. Please.” He adds softly, walking toward the door—not before taking another glance at you, then disappearing.
When it’s just you and Dana, you slowly sigh while she gives a weak smile.
“What’s going on?” She asks, free of any judgment.
Your hands fidget in your lap while you reply quietly,
“My period is late—it’s been two weeks. Everytime I smell cherry flavored stuff, I get so fucking nauseous… My migraines are terrible. You don’t think…” you rant, trailing off with wide eyes and a face written with shellshock.
Dana’s breath catches—her eyes soften instantly without saying a word. She doesn’t gasp, doesn’t squeal. Just gently reaches over and squeezes your hand.
“You think you might be pregnant?” The room feels smaller suddenly—like the walls are closing in on this huge moment hanging between you two.
She studies your face and her smile grows slow and tender.
“I mean… everything adds up,” she says softly.
“The late period? Nausea? Migraines worse than ever?”
A small laugh escapes her—not mocking, just awed.
“Jesus. A third Whitaker runnin’ around here?”
You scrub your face and slide off the bed, standing while your foot nervously taps.
“Can we order a pregnancy test and just keep it on the DL?” You whisper, Dana shaking her head,
“Someone would find out and we would have to do it under your name.” She replies while you scan the room around you.
When you spot the ultrasound cart, you bite your lip. Your attention flicks back to her, clearly trying to suggest your plan without verbal acknowledgement.
Dana follows your gaze to the ultrasound cart—then back to you. Her eyes widen slightly, a slow grin spreading across her face as she gets it.
“Ohhh,” she breathes, covering her mouth with one hand.
“You wanna… borrow a test from OB? Like sneak in and—”
She cuts herself off, glancing nervously at the door like Dennis might walk in any second.
But then that mischievous spark lights up in Dana’s eyes—the same look she had when you two stole extra pudding cups from cafeteria trays during lunch breaks last summer.
Without another word, she grabs your wrist and tugs gently toward the bed again.
“C’mon,” she whispers urgently.
“We’ve got five minutes before rounds.”
You giggle and sit back onto the bed again, lying back while Dana gently applied the jelly along your waistline.
You both watch the monitor closely while she presses the wand along your skin.
You both gasp in sync—there’s no doubt. That’s a baby.
You open your mouth to comment before the door opens, Dennis entering.
Though, his steps stop almost instantly.
The room goes dead silent.
Dennis is frozen, one hand still on the knob. His eyes full of quiet panic, dart from Dana’s guilty face to the ultrasound machine… to your stomach with gel smeared across it… to that fuzzy little heartbeat flashing on screen.
For a solid three seconds, he doesn’t breathe.
Then his brain catches up.
His gaze locks onto yours—searching for confirmation without words—and something shifts in his expression: shock melting into awe melting into pure terror-laced joy.
Dana slowly pulls back the wand like she's been caught stealing candy from God Himself.
And Dennis?
He just stands there.
Mouth slightly open.
Heart visibly pounding under his scrubs.
Now he looks like the one who’s about to pass out.
You give a weak smile and clear your throat,
“Uhm… surprise…?” Your voice even cracks from the worry while Dana steps away.
“I’ll leave you two to chat.” She says quietly, stepping out to the hall and gently closing the door behind her.
You look up to Dennis, your hands fidgeting in your lap again—as if you were guilty.
The air is charged, like the moments before lightning strikes.
Dennis doesn’t move. Not a single muscle. His chest rises and falls in slow, deliberate breaths as he stares at you—really stares—the way he does when assessing a critical patient: soft eyes searching for pain or hope.
Then… his face crumples. Not with anger. Not with fear.
With emotion so big it overwhelms him—tears well up instantly in his cornflower-blue eyes. One escapes down his pale cheek before he even realizes it.
Without saying anything—not one word yet—he crosses the room fast (but careful not to jostle you) and drops to his knees beside your bed.
And then?
He wraps both arms around your waist as gently as possible… pressing trembling lips to your stomach… right over where that tiny heartbeat was pulsing on screen.
“When did you know?” He asks against your skin while you shrug,
“Two seconds before you found out…” you chuckle, shaking your head while he smiles wide. You run your fingers through his hair, relaxing slightly,
“At least we know I’m not sick. Just a surprise from the stork.” You joke, biting your lip while you grin. Dennis lets out a breathy, wobbly laugh—still pressed to your stomach—his shoulders shaking with the weight of pure happiness. When he finally lifts his head, his face is glowing. Actually glowing.
No more pinched brows. No doctor-mode seriousness.
Just Dennis—the boy from Broken Bow who used to cry at dog commercials and still kept a stuffed cow from childhood—beaming like the sun came out just for you.
He cups your face in both hands without warning and kisses you—soft, deep, slow—a kiss that tastes like relief and wonder all tangled together.
When he pulls back an inch or two?
He’s still smiling so wide it hurts.
“A baby,” he whispers again—not questioning this time—but marveling at it like its magic words: baby, our baby. You put your hands on top of his, closing your eyes.
“This is really not how I expected our work day to go. I promise.” You add, giggling again. Dennis chuckles—warm and low, the kind of laugh that rumbles in his chest—and leans his forehead against yours.
“Honestly?” he murmurs, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“I thought I was gonna have to drag you to CT after you passed out on that keyboard.”
He kisses your nose quickly—then your cheeks—each one a soft peck full of affection.
“And instead…” He trails off, gaze dropping again to your stomach. The reality keeps hitting him; a baby. Theirs.
A slow smile spreads across his face—the dreamy kind he gets when something’s too perfect for words. You remember that look from your wedding day.
Then suddenly? He grabs your hand and presses it right back over the spot on your belly… like maybe if they both focus hard enough, they can feel tiny feet kick already.
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I Ated This….. Deown. don’t Lie. i love Fluff!!! makes Me want Cotton… Candy……….. more to Come Gangy!!!!!!!! I feel Better after my IRL visit to the ER lololol
Hey, girly pop! Could you pls pls pls write a blurb of what it’s like being in a relationship with Trinity Santos??? That woman is my WIFE! wlw pls!!! Love ya!😘😘
DATING TRINITY SANTOS!
(Sorry this is so short!!!)
Pairing: Trinity Santos x Reader
Warnings/desc: General outline of dating Santos-, a curse word or two, Dennis mentioned, arguments, nsfw smut stuff at the end, face sitting, strap talk, use of Y/N
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Before even dating, when you’re personal acquaintances you might be able to notice her blossoming attraction through her sarcastic comments, “I figured Y/n was busy prettying herself up in the bathroom..” after joining her by her side again, “Y/n’s good looks can solve any sickness..”, what are compliments come out as teasing, what are little things she notices about you comes out as one of her usual Santos style comments..
The only reason Santos takes the steps to going out on a date with you is because Whitaker comments on it.., “You really like to be around Y/n a lot..” Trinity side eyes her roommate.., “Yeah what about it..” she’d spew back taking another bite of the snack she was eating, “I’m just saying…if you..happen to like her, you should ask her out..”, “I’m gonna stop you right there fuckleberry, it’s not happening..”
It was totally happening, and the moment Dennis called her out on it, she realized she had to confess before you found out her feelings too..
She’d ask you out, trying to keep this cool uninterested facade on, probably while you’re at your locker packing up to go home after shift, she’d walk in and shift her weight from one foot to the other as she grabs her own things..
“I’m hungry…..” she’d say, “are you hungry?” She wouldn’t wait for an answer “We should go get something to eat..” just like that.
You’d have to ask her if it was a date or not at the end, her hands would be trembling as she’d say “well..obviously..” and hoping for acception..
Finally getting with Santos feels like a reward..for putting up with her all her bullshit, because she definitely teases and banters harder when she’s in love..
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I think Trinity’s favorite love languages are quality time, and words of affirmation, her favorite ones to do for you are, acts of service and of course quality time.
Most likely a month into your relationship Trinity would ask you to move in with her and Dennis, she’d assure that Dennis doesn’t mind. “Isn’t it so annoying that you have to drive all the way to my place and back..” is how she’d slyly propose the idea over breakfast.., you’d have to prompt the whole picture in order for her to agree because she doesn’t want it to seem like it’s her cheesy idea.
Trinity sleeps in an oversized shirt and boxers, and best believe although you guys might go to sleep with just a bit of space between you, her foot is ending up somewhere near you, her leg over your waist, her foot laid out on your stomach, no matter the instance it’s like her legs are magnetized to finding you.., she’s a light snorer and probably sleeps with her mouth open..
You’d only ever fight about emotions and communication, things that Trinity struggles with, you’d want her to open up more, and speak the things on her mind, she often doubts herself because of this fact, she knows how much she loves you, she shows it, she just can’t bring herself to put it into words sometimes, same goes with her feelings, “I’m not mad..just…, it’s whatever..” at the simplest things you wish she’d just say..
You understand her struggling with emotions and opening up stems from her past, it’d take quite a bit, but eventually, Trinity might be able to find herself opening up to nobody else but you..
During fights I imagine Trinity is quiet, she opts for time alone, even if that’s in the same house, she’ll walk away from the fight, and heck she’ll even sleep on the couch if it stems that far, she’d need some time to think it over, be alone with her thoughts before being able to come back and finally muster out what she’s been wanting to say…, at first she might want to forget about it and move on, but she realizes that talking it out is so much better for the both of you..
“I was mad..I’m sorry I..I couldn’t say that..I just have trouble..verbalizing this shit, and that’s not an excuse! But..I’m just..I’m sorry…”
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Ok, this was hard but I think Trinity is a switch. I imagine her to be a bit playful in bed, I think she’s very open to trying new things, devices, kinks, whatever floats your boat she won’t hesitate to try once..
I think Trinity really has a thing for boobs, she’ll always be somewhat attached to them when she’s not running her mouth, she definitely talks a lot in the bedroom..
She has a collection of different sizes and shapes toys to use on you, strap included, she’ll fuck you til you’re tuckered out, seriously you wonder where all her stamina comes from..
When she’s on top, she’ll pin you down, be rough with you and be intently focused on making sure you cum more than once, when she’s bottoming she might take the bratty route condescendingly awaiting all the ways you’ll punish her into reforming her act..
She’s more of a grunter and groaner than a moaner, and that’s in between all of the words she’s mindlessly spewing out…
During gentler times I think she’d appreciate some praise, definitely into body worship both ways..
She definitely has a thing for face sitting, the type that’s suffocating and she likes receiving and giving that..
Her tongue is very skilled, and her grip around your thighs will have you begging for her to slow down..
She’d enjoy some patient doctor roleplay, but she might break out of the scenario with a laugh or two, muttering out a sorry before getting back in the mood..
Certified bed rocker, Trinity Santos🙏🏼!
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Thank you for reading,
(Btw omg have any of y’all seen Zuko in the new ATLA movie..👀 need that)
Dr. Robby meet ugly but it's speed dating and you both have this AWFUL forced interaction that neither one of you is happy about, only for you two to meet 3 days later when you roll into the ER for the worst headache of your life
Synopsis: Jack Abbot is your dad’s best friend when you finally meet him at his birthday party it seems that sparks fly between the two of you with just one little snag…it seems like he’s married by that wedding ring he wears everywhere. Despite this you can’t help but love how his gaze clings onto you when you enter a room and how his voice flirts with every chance he gets. Oh and how wrong you were about him being married.
6.3k—DBF!Jackabbot
DBF controversy disclaimer—reader is around 30 if the age gap makes you uncomfortable don’t read it! Thanks.
Cw: 18+ only!, smut, DNI, p in v, oral sex f!receiver, DBF, age gap, older man/younger woman, teasing, praise, nicknames, kitchen sex, slight fluff, first person pov.
My father and I didn't always have the best relationship. He was an Army brat, through and through so naturally we never stayed in one place too long and because of it I was always the new kid. Bouncing around from town to town, never having a single friend around for longer than a year.
I knew it was hard on him too so I tried not to complain the best I could I knew he worked hard for the both of us as my mother had passed away shortly after I was born, leaving him a single teen dad. He did his best but nothing ever seemed to mend our relationship so when I could I got out.
When he finally retired, things started to change for us. We worked hard to fix our broken relationship and alas we had become closer than ever. We were practically best friends but I could always sense he was kind of lonely until he finally met Jack.
Don't get me wrong I loved having my dad around all the time but I was glad he finally made a friend his own age in Pittsburgh. They became practically like brothers in how close they'd gotten so quickly. I hadn't met him in the first year they met but he was all my dad ever seemed to want to ramble about and I couldn't help but also like him myself.
Some might have called them brothers in arms with how they both ended up serving together without knowing it years ago. Jack had been the combat medic who saved my dads life when a piece of shrapnel came flying at him. And by the grace of god they ended up reuniting at a convention for war vets when my dad recognized him.
They truly were inseparable, through the photos that my dad had sent over text I could tell that Jack Abbot was the real deal. A war-torn, hard working man who looks fabulous for his age by the way with a luxurious head of greys and gorgeous eyes.
I even blushed a little just at seeing some of the pictures dad had sent but brushed it off carelessly as a silly infatuation on someone who I could obviously never truly attain.
I was finally able to fly back to Pittsburgh from Washington after getting a week off from my residency there to visit my dad for his birthday.
He had been going on and on about how I had to meet Jack and oh my god Jack did this and who knows. But I was excited to finally meet the man who took over my dad's entire life.
I arrived to the small house my dad had bought a few years ago. It looked exactly the same as it did the last time I visited him, warm, cozy and inviting. It was becoming a real home after years of bouncing around from place to place as he started to fill it with more memories on the walls and new decor.
Dad had insisted on picking me up at the airport and helped me set my bags in my room letting me know what time the party would be and leaving me to get settled.
I walked around "my" room. I gently touched the pictures he'd placed for me and I looked back at them thinking of how many years I spent being mad at him. It made my heart ache just thinking about how angry I was over something he never could fully control.
I wanted to make the best of it now that I had him again. He was so excited to have me here and honestly I was too.
The time eventually arrives for the party to start and I slip on a black dress and go downstairs to await for the people to arrive. I had helped decorate a bit but my dad didn't want anything remotely fancy but it was all so…him.
I carry around a glass of wine as I mingle around the party to the few people who came since my father is certainly a more reserved person only a few were invited to begin with.
Eventually, I look over to my father hugging someone at the door and notice a familiar grey head of hair I'd seen before but only in pictures.
He was much larger in person than I imagined and he carried a box in his hands wrapped incredibly neat in a way I wouldn't expect from a man.
I drink down the rest of my wine with a hard gulp and set the glass down.
I fixed my dress a bit and walked up to my dad placing a hand on his shoulder as I came up behind him.
"Hey! Kiddo, I was just about to go lookin' for you. I want you to meet Jack." He said pointing towards the man in front of us. "Jack, I want you to meet my daughter, Y/N."
"Ah, so you're the famous daughter he talks my ear off about nearly every day. It's nice to meet you," he said with a playful laugh that filled the room and small shove at my dad.
"I should be saying that about you, nearly all he talks about is how great you are," I said with a smile.
His face seemed like it was taking every inch of my being in as he stared at me with wide eyes.
"You know Jack here is the night attending physician over at The Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center," he said to me before turning to him and speaking again, "Y/N here just finished med school and started her residency over in Washington maybe you could convince her to move over here for me," he said with a wink and a smile.
I simply roll my eyes and give him a soft smile, "Very funny dad you know I love the pacific north west. I would never dream of leaving, if anything it should be you coming over and moving with me."
"Ugh but you know I hate knowing that my only daughter is out there all alone," he said wrapping his arm around me into a small hug.
"Dad, I’m literally 30 years old I’m by no means a baby."
"I know, I know. It would just be nice having you close by," he finally said relenting the subject and moving on as one of his friends comes by and taps him on the shoulder about something and he excuses himself from the conversation telling us to keep it friendly before leaving.
"So how much does he really talk about me…?" I asked Jack.
"Well I think we ought to get a drink if we're gonna talk about your father tonight."
I give him a small laugh and we walk over to the drinks in the kitchen to where we both grab drinks and head to the couch after I tell him where to set down his gift for my dad.
I sit down and he does too but on the opposite side of the L shaped couch so we kind of face each other.
"So what's it like living in Washington, it must be nice."
"Oh my god it's so much better than you could ever imagine. A million pictures could never ever do it justice. Have you ever been?"
"Only once, I was sent there for a few days as I waited to be sent back into the battlefield when I was stationed over in Korea. It truly was beautiful, I've wanted to go back ever since but I guess time flew away from me."
"Well if you ever need someone to show you around, I’m your girl that's for sure. Maybe you could come visit with my dad some time?"
"I might have to take you up on that offer…," his words linger on his tongue as he speaks and takes a sip of his beer.
His eyes stare over my body as if trying to record every bit to memory. There's something flirty about the way he leans into me as I talk about meaningless things and it drives me insane how attentive he is.
It doesn't help that he's incredibly handsome and has this sweet voice that lures me in like a fish caught on a hot summer morning.
"Have you ever ventured towards the border?" He asked.
"Um no not yet, but I want to that's definitely on my list of things to do it's just been kinda hard right now starting my residency and all."
"Ah, yes psychiatry right?"
"God what hasn't my father told you about me?"
"Just about everything, except maybe what your dating life looks like or what you eat for dinner every night."
The way he brings up dating makes me take a deep breath. There wasn't anything subtle about the way his eyes dipped into the curves of my breasts or lingered around my hips and waist.
"Well, there's definitely not much to say there," I said.
He could sense the awkward shift in how I responded and simply moved on to asking about how med school was for me. He laughed and reminisced about how things have certainly changed since then.
"What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?" I asked him after he brought up having many embarrassing fails in school.
"Oh god um, I guess I accidentally called a ball valve obstruction a ball "gag" obstruction. Safe to say that everyone in the room was in fact "gagged"."
"Oh my god you did not," I said practically spitting out my drink from how off guard that caught me. I laughed and laughed as he simply stared over at me with those mesmerizing eyes.
"You have…the prettiest laugh. I’m glad I got to hear it."
My face goes completely red, and it was definitely not from the alcohol. Flustered I barely know what to respond.
I shake it off by telling him an embarrassing story about my dad that makes him laugh in return. When he laughs his eyes crinkle in a way that shows off his age perfectly and yet there's something so youthful about it all.
We talk until eventually our drinks run out and Jack grabs another one. I can definitely feel the liquor running through me as I start to wonder more and more about if his remarks are flirty or just him being friendly.
Before either of us realize everyone is getting up to leave and I finally muster up the courage to ask if he's single as he goes to give me a goodbye hug. When I finally notice the band of gold he wears on his hand.
Fuck. He was married. I’m so fucking stupid for believing this incredibly attractive older man was into me his best friends younger daughter.
Nothing about the way he hugs me signals that he's a married man. His hands cling around my waist and search all the way down to just above my ass. The way he pulls me in so closely I can feel his heart beating against mine with that intoxicating smell of his clean, woodsy cologne. Every scent is so subtle that it blends together perfectly as he holds onto me for way longer than he should.
I looked at him as he finally pulled away, my eyes wide and a little sad. I wanted to say something but remember he's married. So I just said my goodbyes.
I walked up the stairs dragging my feet aimlessly as I began thinking about our interactions that night. Did I imagine it? Every subtle touch, every glance, every subtly flirty comment or word? Was it just all a game in my head that I had created somehow. Now all that I could see in my head was his ring as he did anything.
How could he possibly like me when he's married? But regardless why would he act the way he did tonight? I might be dense but I'm not that dense that I can't pick up on a subtly flirty vibe going on. But he was married for gods sake! So I let it go, or at least I try to convince myself I let it go as the week passes by and I’m back in Washington.
Since I had moved away from my dad I really only spent three weeks out of the year with him, his birthday, memorial and the Fourth of July. Occasionally dipping for thanksgiving or Christmas if I could get the day off but it was kinda rare to now that I wasn't in school anymore.
The next time I saw Jack it wasn't any sort of special occasion though, I had just decided to visit a few months later.
He came over to help dad fix something around the house while my dad was out but for some reason he found himself in my room just talking up a conversation with me.
"Your dad told me about that boyfriend of yours, how's that goin'?" He asked in a tone trying to make it seem like it was casual and normal conversation but something about it seemed to irritate him to even ask.
"Oh um Carter? He's fine..?" I replied almost confused that he would ask.
"From what your dad's told me he doesn't really seem like a great guy...,"
"And that's any of your business…why?"
"Just lookin' out for you is all," he said in a not so convincing tone.
He doesn't say anything else but the way he looks over at me tells me everything I need to know.
His words linger in me as I leave only to see him the next time I visit and he throws some more shady remarks about how I could do better than some bum like him. And every time I see him it's the same flirty remarks and looks with that soft subtle smile of his as he looks over at me.
It drives me insane. How his eyes seem to crave mine every chance they get as they look up and down my body pulling me in every time.
One time even going as far as cornering me on the way to the bathroom upstairs. I can't help but remember the way his body pressed up against mine with the smell of bourbon lingering on his clothes.
He simply looked at me and didn't utter a single world other than "can we just stay like this for a second," as he closed his eyes and held his face onto my chest. Obviously, he had a little too much to drink that night.
But god it was so infuriating every single time he did something, anything. Why on god's green earth would a married man ever act such a way?!
It has been three years since I'd met him and I was flying over to Pittsburgh yet again for my father's annual Memorial Day party. He threw it to honor him and his buddies especially the ones who passed in combat and he had all their family and friends over.
While my father may have hated big parties, he did go all out for Memorial Day. It wasn't something I could easily miss without getting an earful from him about it for weeks considering how he hated hosting alone.
I flew in the day before memorial so I could be there the whole day and my nerves were on high gear as my mind raced thinking about what could possibly happen this time when I saw Jack again. His subtly flirty antics always made me nervous no matter how often he did them.
I had finally decided to confront him about why he was that way when he was clearly married. Maybe I'd finally meet his wife too.
He'd never once so much as mentioned her but she had to exist somewhere as I had never ever seen him without that band on his finger.
This time I would finally have some answers.
I arrived to an empty house as my dad was out on his latest adventure trying a new hobby, I could never keep track anymore, and I simply go to my room. I sink down into my bed and nap, a bit jet-lagged as usual and sleep into the next day.
The next day arrives with a knock at my door from dad waking me up for breakfast way too early. But I go anyways because he promised something about pancakes.
My mind couldn't sit still all day at the thought of seeing Jack tonight. He was finally able to come to the party compared to previous years when he had to work a shift at the hospital or worked the day prior and didn't want to be a "wet towel", on the evening, as he would say, so he simply stayed away.
When the time finally came I went upstairs and threw on a camo bikini top with low rise jean shorts so that the strings of my bottom peaked out from the sides.
The party started and I walked around greeting people until finally that familiar presence walked into the room. He had that gorgeous smile on his face that he only ever had when he locked eyes with me from across the room. God it was annoying how beautiful he was.
And yet he still had that gold band on his finger. I stared at it so many times before I swore that it was starting to burn a hole into my skull. I looked behind him waiting to see if anyone accompanied him but no one ever did.
I waited to see if that mysterious wife of his would ever show but she just didn't. I still planned on confronting him later when there was far less people around and maybe tease him a little. I mean, I didn't wear this bikini for nothing right?
I decided not to approach him just yet instead I decided I needed some liquid courage and picked up a drink. But despite not saying a word I could see the way his eyes desperately dragged all across my body like he needed it. And selfishly I loved every moment of it. This was exactly what I wanted. To drive him crazy the same way he drove me insane just by looking over at me.
At some point a friend of my dad's an older woman with reddish hair comes up to me to make friendly conversation.
"Oh, my goddess. I nearly forgot to ask! How is that little boyfriend of yours?"
"Oh um, actually we broke up," as I spoke I could see Jack out of the corner of my eye. He was close enough that he could surely hear our entire conversation as he locked eyes with me the moment I said that.
And every time we locked eyes from then on he had this smirk on his face like he knew exactly what I was thinking cause oh he was thinking it too. And he knew I loved sinking into that sweet gaze of his.
Eventually our conversation lulls away into a blur as she gives me some sympathy condolences but I didn't really care for that guy anyways he was…just alright. Nothing ever seemed to get my mind off of Jack Abbot.
I went out to lay by the pool and watch the kids run through the sprinklers until the sun started to set and most everyone went outside to let the kids set off some sparklers and small fireworks. Nothing big, just something nice to look at when it got dark out and to keep us entertained for a bit.
I sneak off back inside to grab a drink from the kitchen. As I open the fridge I hear the screen door open and shut and I look behind the fridge door and just my luck it's Jack.
He doesn't say anything, just simply stands behind me leaning against the counter with his back and a beer he's nursing in his right hand. I can feel his eyes on the back of my head as he just stares down my exposed skin.
I don't say anything as I looked back and Jack could sense something was off about my gaze at just the slight look.
He always seemed to know what I was thinking before I thought it. I kept scanning across the limited drink options that were staring back at me in the fridge as I pretended to ponder.
I could feel his presence moving closer to me as a steady hand finds my waist from behind along with a voice in my ear.
"What's bothering you, sweetheart?" He asked muttering the sweet nickname in my ear that sends a shiver down my spine as he says it.
I swallowed hard and simply turn around, all things considered was not the best idea. As now I'm met face to face with my body pressed up against him.
I freeze in place, too awkward to make the first move until I finally come to my senses and push him away a bit. My face was entirely too red as I looked at him with wide eyes full of frustration. I'd been crushing on him for far too long and he was married. We stood there for a seconds before I blurted out the question I've had on my mind all day long:
"God you are so frustrating! Why do you keep acting like this when you're obviously married. Not that you've ever brought your wife around but I mean she clearly exists."
Oh I was so fucked. There was no going back now.
"What? Wife? What wife?" He said just as confused as I was until I finally point at the gold band on his finger, that was burned into my memory from countless times I'd glanced over at it when he did something that surely couldn't be only a friendly gesture.
His eyes follow the path of my finger until he looks down at his hand and just laughs. The asshole actually just laughs in my face!
"I’m sorry? Am I missing the joke? Or?"
He just keeps laughing possibly a little too much before I just roll my eyes in complete confusion and start walking away.
"Wait, I’m sorry," he said as he reached over grabbing my arm to keep me in the room.
He giggles again not able to contain it and I just ask him again "What is so funny?"
"Sorry to break it to you sweetheart but I'm not married."
I merely stand in front of him at a loss for words. All my brain can think to do is blink in this moment as my face conveys a very visible look of confusion at what he just said.
"I mean I was, a while ago, she passed away though. I still wear the ring as a way to remember how she made me who I am today. If I’m being honest though, I've had my eye on someone for a couple years now. I thought she didn't like me back, but I suppose it makes sense why she was refraining from starting anything if she thought I had a whole wife back home," he ends with a chuckle, his ears and cheeks being dusted a light shade of pink.
“Oh….”
I take a minute to truly think about everything he’s said, I feel terrible about him losing his wife and having even brought it up, god I was an idiot sometimes.
Wait. He said he was interested in someone? And it finally clicks.
“Oh.”
"Oh?" He responds.
"Geez now I feel like an idiot for saying that. I am so—" is all I was able to get out before I felt his hand wrap around my waist pulling me in.
All my thoughts faded away into the distance and before I could ever realize what was happening my body was moving faster than my brain ever could as all my worries flooded away and I smashed my lips into his.
Caught off guard only for a second he reciprocated the kiss almost immediately sinking into it like he was starving.
I hoped and prayed that this kiss conveyed everything my words couldn’t and before either of us were able to back out, Jack started kissing me back more, harder. Until both of us pulled back slightly and simply looked at each other, both a bit out of breath and smiling softly.
He looked over at me with beautiful swollen, damp lips and pinks cheeks. It was insane how handsome he looked just standing before me. It was obvious he was having similar thoughts to mine as his eyes roamed all over me.
He placed his hand on my face as he kissed me again, this time deeper, slower, and more passionate. His other hand still carefully around my waist as he started to press his body against mine moving me back against the counter tops.
He doesn't break the kiss as he grabs onto my waist and hoists up onto the cold granite countertop. He lifts me up effortlessly while spreading open my thighs to make space for himself between them as he kisses me. He trails a few kisses down my neck leaving me to whimper a bit at the feeling of his warm lips on my skin.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this, you drive me insane," he said.
He gives me a look asking for permission to go further down and I nod. As he gives me another kiss on the lips as seal of understanding.
"We only have a few minutes before they come in from outside, oh this will be fun," he said with a smirk.
"So shut up and do it already before someone comes in."
He slaps my thigh with the flat of his hand making a light smack.
"Don't be impatient sweetheart. I'll take my time if I want to," he said with a slightly cocky smirk on his face.
"Please Jack. Just focus on the woman who has her legs around you right now."
"Mm, that I will do," he said with a smile as he slid his hand up my thigh and caressed it while giving me another kiss on the lips. I could feel his smile as he did and I couldn't help but gasp a bit into his mouth at the feeling of his hands teasing at my thighs.
"Jack…please don't be a tease," I let out as he let go of the kiss with a slight quiver in my voice at the now empty feeling of his lips leaving mine.
"Don't you worry, I promise I'll take real good care of you tonight."
He moves down onto his knees and starts kissing my thighs while gripping them from outside. I look down at him as he maintains eye contact.
"Beg a little for me baby."
"Jack I want you so bad. Please. Just rip all of it off."
"Well since you did ask so nicely. Let me show you how a real man gets the job done."
He gets up taking off his jacket and picks me up to settle the jacket under me so I’m no longer just on the hard countertop.
He gets back onto the floor and takes his sweet damn time removing my pants along with my swim bottoms. Once they're finally all on the ground he uses his head to part my thighs a little more to make room.
He goes slowly as he plants kisses on my inner thighs moving closer and closer to my already sensitive clit.
I can feel my breathing get harder as I move my hand onto his hair needing to cling onto something.
"Fuck baby, you're so wet. You're really trying to kill this old man."
His warm mouth finally finds my clit placing a soft, small kiss on it. He lays his tongue flat against my pussy as he licks from the bottom to the very top.
He moans carelessly against my pussy sending a vibration all the way to my clit as his nose presses up against it. His tongue teases at my entrance already as if ready to swallow him whole.
I try my best to swallow back my moans as I hold onto his thick hair with both hands now. I watch as the beautiful man between my legs now stares up at me with his needy blue eyes as his mouth is directly over my clit lightly sucking on it.
I feel two of his fingers reach up to tease my wet entrance as he swirls his fingers around it. He only pushes them in as much it allows slowly getting sucked in by how wet I am.
"Fuckk—" Is all I managed to let out as his fingers finally sink into me.
"God, you look so gorgeous for me honey, all wet and needy while my fingers tease you from inside."
As he says that his fingers find my g-spot and all I can do is gasp as the air leaves my lungs a bit. He still uses his tongue on my clit now sucking a little harder as his fingers find my soft spot over and over.
My hands find solace in his hair to stabilize myself on the counter as I try to inch my hips against him wanting more. My moans get harder to control as I bite my lips in an attempt to silence them but it does nothing.
He moans against my clit and it feels so damn good. His fingers are using their surgical precision to curve inside me just right. I’m not gonna last much longer and oh he knows that.
"Jack—fuck…I’m gonna…oh my god," I said as he started move more intensely.
"It's okay sweet girl. I know just cum for me it's okay. Cum on my fingers, baby."
His words only make the feeling in my stomach grow tighter as I finally let go and my thighs begin to shake around him.
The orgasm washes over me like a huge wave. At the same time I can hear the fireworks outside and it brings me back into the moment as Jack rides me through the moment leaving soft kisses on my clit and takes his fingers out painfully slow after noticing it's becoming too much for me to handle.
He slowly gets up off the ground with a wince of pain as he touches his right leg. It must be his prosthetic giving him some pain and I shoot him a worried look. He shakes his head to tell me he's fine, brushing away my worries in an instant.
He cleans his fingers momentarily with his mouth before kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue and his kisses feel desperate as he moans into my mouth making me somehow even wetter if that was even remotely possible anymore.
He breaks the kiss checking the time on the stove next to us.
"There's still some time, do you wanna keep going?"
"How could I ever leave you in this state?" I said with a glaring look down at his jeans that had become increasingly tight as he ate me out on the counter.
My hands reached for his belt as quickly as I could unbuckling it.
"So eager," he said watching as I fumbled around with it a little.
"Please jack. I want you inside me. Now. I’m on the pill you don't gotta worry about it. Please I just want you. Now."
I watched as he stepped back with that handsome smile of his and he took off his pants and boxers just enough to let his stiff cock spring free.
"You see something you like?" He said as he watched as I practically drooled all over him, at the sight of his erect cock in front of me.
"Oh shut up."
"Always so demanding princess."
He teases me by rubbing his tip along my folds making me even wetter every time he hits my clit. He taps himself along my entrance letting it lightly suck him in as he shoves just the tip inside. Pulling back out afraid to hurt me with his full length.
I whimper a bit as he pushes his way in and he soothes me with his voice gently making sure I’m okay the whole way through.
The slight pain at his size leaves me as soon as he starts to press himself against my g-spot with the fullest extent of his cock. He doesn't move for a second as he lets me feel him inside.
I practically squirm off the counter feeling him inside my wet pussy. I want more. I start to roll my hips against him in hopes that he will get the hint to start moving. Doing so elicits a hot breathy groan from the bottom of his throat.
He understands almost immediately that I'm feeling good enough for him to start moving. He starts out slow and controlled but the more he grinds himself against me the more he started to lose control. I clung onto him from around the neck and I could tell he was really feeling every inch of me as he moved sloppier.
Each thrust making both of us needier as our voices started to get a little too loud with the lewd noises of our bodies mixing. I could no longer contain any sound my mouth made and Jack used one of his hands to push me into his shoulder with a soft whisper in my ear: "Be quiet for me baby, I know you can."
And so I pressed my mouth against him to stifle my moans as he pushed himself in making my breath hitch every time he hit my sweet spot. I could feel my stomach tightening once more as I got closer and closer to finishing for the second time.
At the same time Jack's thrusts were getting sloppier, less precise and more hungry for anything he could grab onto as his hands tightened their grip around my waist.
"Jack…please…."
"Oh I know sweet girl, I know. You wanna cum on your dad's best friends' cock, don't you? Hm."
He waits for a second for me to respond but I can't seem to get the words out.
"Isn't that right sweetheart? Fuck—I can feel you squeezing me so hard, you're so tight around my cock baby."
His thrusts get a little faster and more desperate as he starts thumbing my clit with his other hand. My mouth starts to bite down onto his shoulder from how badly I want to scream.
"I can't take anymore—Jack fuck."
"Hold it just a little longer baby. Shit—your pussy was made just for me wasn't it princess? Take it just for a little bit longer like the good girl you are? Okay?"
As he said that he grabs my face and kisses me. His tongue reaches deep into my mouth in a desperate mess with his lips all around me.
"Cum with me baby—shit—I can't…fuck…cum on my cock princess I know you want to."
I finally feel my release coming as does he breaking that tight knot in my stomach as I whimper and moan against his lips. With his last thrust he's stilled deep in his own orgasm as he fills me up from my deepest point.
We both just sat there for a minute, our breaths mingling and heart beats syncing.
"You okay? I wasn't too rough was I, I’m sorry if I haven't—"I interrupted him before his rambling could mess up this moment.
“Jack it was perfect, honestly…the best I’ve ever had," I admitted with a deep blush covering my face that I couldn't hide this time.
He stared at me for a long minute, taking in my words before simply kissing me. This one was soft and gentle. His lips in no hurry to leave mine any time soon.
Once we broke apart, and he pulled out, he carried me into the bathroom to get me cleaned up. The both of us quickly got redressed and made it look as if we didn’t have mind-blowing sex seconds ago, before stepping outside just in time to see the last little firework be set off as if we'd been there the whole time.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it really is," he said as he stared over at me with a small sparkle in his eyes.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching and when I see no one is I give him a quick peck on the cheek.
His hand rested in my back jean pocket causally as if it was almost meant to be there.
That night Jack asked if he could stay the night here at my dad's, claiming he was too drunk to drive home, knowing he only finished one beer. My dad saw no problem with it and of course let his best friend crash for the night.
That night I snuck into his room.
"Jack…," I said with a quiet whisper.
"Hm…," is all he said in a quiet hum as he lifted his head up slightly.
"I can't sleep…," I said.
He simply scooted over and made room for me after lifting up the covers and rearranged himself so I could sleep under his arm.
"Good night princess," he said in a groggy voice barely awake as he pulled me in by the waist into his embrace. He gave me a small kiss on the arm before falling back to sleep.
I doze off to sleep in his arms faster than I've ever fallen asleep.
The next morning I sneaked out of his room early and headed to the bathroom. Once I was done I walked into the kitchen, to Jack already awake with my dad too just making conversation over the morning paper and coffee while making breakfast.
Once we all sat down to eat my dad asked, “Where were you guys during the kid’s firework show? I tried to find y'all but couldn’t see either of you anywhere.”
Jack and I exchanged a quick knowing glance before we came up with some lie about how we were discussing me possibly moving down to Pittsburgh to finish off my residency at Jacks hospital. Along with my dad simply commenting about how it would be a great idea and his spare room is always open. Jack simply smirked as he placed a teasing hand on my thigh pretending he wasn't really doing anything at all and just continued eating, quickly changing the topic.
