pairings: jack abbott x fem! reader
tags: 18+ only, legal age gap (20s x 50s), period! sex, soft dom jack, car sex
summary: your sweet husband, jack, is your own personal pain reliever…
the dull ache that settled below your stomach signaled that the monthly visitor was here, in addition to the splash of blood that was present in the gusset of your panties. you didn’t have any tampons or pads or anything with you at the moment.
you and jack were on the way to the park to just walk around since it was one of his few days that he got to spend away from the hospital. pulling your underwear back up your legs to sit on your waist, you walk out of the restroom stall to wash your hands before walking back outside in the warm sun.
the pain wasn’t as bad as it had been in the previous months, but you hated any degree of discomfort at all.
jack’s eye caught you heading back to his truck and he perked up. “hey honey. all good to go?” he asks with a small smile on his face as his hands trail to find your waist.
smiling tightly, you tell him that the next week is going to be red. “my period started.”
his eyes widen in the slightest. “oh…do you feel okay? here come sit down in the tr—”
“jackie, i’m fine. it’s just annoying like on and off.” you explain, alluding to the coming and going feeling of the ache in your uterus. and the bottle of tylenol he always had on hand would do no good.
you couldn’t swallow pills.
“i’m sorry, baby.” he sweetly expressed his concern before kissing your forehead. he paused before speaking again. “you know…we could try what we did last month?” he reminded you of the similar situation that involved you, him, and a towel that magically relieved you of your pain quicker than any pill could.
“no jack. i’m fine, i can handle it.” you stubbornly pushed past him to climb back in the truck.
“okay…” he said to himself before walking around to his side and getting in, knowing you’ll eventually give in and change your mind.
about 10 minutes later, you were writhing in pain, and practically begging jack to make the cramps go away. and him being the good and caring doctor he was, he obliged his patient.
now he had you on all fours in the back of his truck, a beach towel laid out underneath your hands and knees to catch any blood that would surely leak out of your hole and down your thighs.
“that feel better, babydoll?” he breathed out, thrusting his fat cock slowly in and out of you. he caught sight of the red and clear sheen that coated his length, the blood adding an extra layer of lubrication. your walls were aching but in the best way possible, taking your mind off of the other aching in your lower stomach.
“y—yes jack, shit!” you were so sensitive during this time of the month. you could feel every vein from his cock drag against both sides of your vaginal walls, massaging them in an endless loop.
oh gosh, you hoped no one was watching. jack parked his truck on some secluded dirt road off in the woods where he sometimes comes to hunt. if anyone caught the filthy sight, they would see jack holding onto the seat with one hand and his other one out of view, looking down and biting his lip.
he stopped his movements, and you didn't have the time to be confused because of his next words. "go on, baby. push back and fuck me just how you want." he patiently spoke, trailing his meaty fingers to your hips, gripping there.
your hands went to grip the seats in some way, the leather slippery underneath your sweaty palms. you begin to guide your own hips backwards to meet jack's pelvis in slow, rhythmic thrusts. "ohhmy...feels so good," you mumble out, feeling warmth all throughout your body at each movement.
"yea? keep going, just like that," he cocked his head to the side, watching the hypnotizing view of your ass meeting his hips over and over. "make yourself feel better, princess. use daddy." his voice was like an orgasm for your ears, he always knew just what to say and how to say it.
"f-fuck me, jack? please please?" you begged soon after the head of his cock came into contact with that deep, special spot that made your limbs turn to jelly and your brain turn to mush. his hips stuttered for a second but then he began to take control, keeping his angle in the right spot to hit it repeatedly.
"right there, baby? tell me and i'll keep going." he teased you just the slightest bit, knowing full well the answer.
"yes! yes! right thereeeeunghhh," your last word was mixed with groans and moans as your pussy convulsed around his thick cock that seemed to invade every fiber of your being in the most beautiful way. soothing you, he rubbed his palms up and down your back that now had a slight sheen to it from your energy expense.
after you settled from your otherworldly high, jack slowly pulled out of you, the lower half of his body looked almost like a crime scene. he chuckled, grabbing the towel. "good thing i don't faint at the sight of blood." you giggled at his awful joke, but your heart warmed at the intention behind this.
all he wanted was to love you and take your pain away.
