Molly, darlin’, I’d fist fight for some Jack Abbot + Power Outage for your Winter Bacchanal 🥺
when the heat comes back on
pairing: father's friend!dr. jack abbot x female reader
summary: when the power goes out in pittsburgh, your father's friend comes to your rescue, and keeps you warm through the night.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, brief dry humping, fingering (f receiving), implied age gap (reader's age isn't mentioned, just that Jack's older), dirty talk, praise kink, bit of possessiveness, pet names (bunny, sweetheart), aftercare, lots of snuggling, fast burn
word count: 3.2k
a/n: ahhh JJ thank you for sending in this prompt!! i was so glad to get to write something for our beloved Jack Abbot. i had this idea because of course Jack would be prepared for a power outage in the middle of a snow storm, and of course he'd show up like a knight in shining armor for a reader who's decidedly not prepared 😅 and then smut ensues! anyway, i hope you enjoy what i came up with—thanks for playing my blizzard bacchanal game ♡
You were cold. You were cold and miserable. You were cold and miserable...and more than a little bit scared.
Huddled on your couch in your dark apartment, wearing four layers of clothes and three blankets, you wondered bleakly how you were going to make it through the night. You didn’t know the first thing about surviving a power outage in the middle of a snow storm.
Without anything to distract you, anxious thoughts swirled around in your head: What if something happened to you? What if you froze to death in your apartment? You were a single adult living alone, how long would it be before anyone discovered your body?
All of a sudden, you regretted being shy around your neighbors and not dedicating the time to making friends when you'd moved to Pittsburgh over the summer. The only soul in the whole city who knew you were there—aside from your coworkers—was Dr. Jack Abbot.
He was an old army friend of your father's, and the only person you or anyone in your family knew in Pittsburgh. So when you’d arrived in the city, you’d reached out and met for coffee. He’d made it clear that if you ever needed anything, you could call him.
But he was so much older than you, and he was busy with his job as an ER attending, so you hadn’t wanted to bother him with something as silly as needing a friend. Still, he checked in from time to time, making sure you were well.
If your phone wasn’t dead, you might’ve texted Jack about losing power. He would know what to do—he wouldn’t let you freeze to death in your apartment.
A loud banging on the front door dragged you forcefully out of your morose thoughts with a surprised start. For a second, you blinked dazedly on the door, but when the banging began anew, you quickly unearthed yourself from your pile of blankets and darted across the living room to open the door.
Somehow, Dr. Jack Abbot was on the other side, your knight in shining snow gear.
You blinked incredulously at him, wondering dazedly if you'd somehow conjured him from thin air in your own desperation. Or maybe you'd fallen asleep and were dreaming.
You tried to pinch yourself but it was too difficult through your many layers of clothes. So you resigned yourself to trying to act normal in front of your father’s very capable, and very handsome, friend who had clearly showed up to save you.
"Dr. Abbot—hi." You couldn’t hide your surprise, but it didn’t seem to phase Jack.
Instead of responding right away, he glanced over your shoulder, his eyes doing a quick sweep of your living room as if he was assessing the scene.
You'd tacked up blankets to cover your windows and keep the cold air out, and closed all the doors to trap the heat in your living room. You’d also lit a few emergency candles he'd recommended you to buy before a storm last fall, but you were trying to conserve them since you didn’t know how long the power would be out.
"Can I come in?" Jack asked when his attention returned to you. His voice was low and raspy, and it had been so long since you heard it that you forgot how it affected you, sending a little shiver of interest down your spine.
Your shoulders trembled, and you were briefly thankful for the cold because it meant you could chalk up the movement to the chill in your apartment rather than your little crush on your father’s friend.
Shaking the cobwebs from your head, you stepped aside and opened the door wider. “Yeah, come in, please,” you said, welcoming Jack into your modest little home, where you’d barely begun decorating.
Jack ambled into living room, and it was only then that you noticed the big bag he carried. As you watched him, he kneeled down with a slight wince—you remembered belatedly that he had a prosthetic—and started to unpack it.
"I brought you some portable space heaters, and a small generator to charge your phone," Jack said, explaining how they worked, and unloading another, smaller bag full of brand new batteries. “I got worried when you didn’t text me back, figured this was why.”
Something warm and fuzzy squirmed in your chest at the thought of Jack worrying over you. It was…nice that he cared enough to check on you in person and bring over all the essentials you should’ve thought to buy before the historic storm hit Pittsburgh.
“Thank you, Jack,” you murmured softly, still standing by the front door.
He grunted in acknowledgement and continued setting up the space heaters and generator, demonstrating how they worked and explaining to you how to best conserve the power.
When he was done, he stood and turned toward you, and you were struck all over again by just how handsome and capable he was. His hazel eyes were sharp, but warm, so that you never felt judged by the older man. And he was sporting some delicious looking scruff on his jaw, enough to make you wonder what it’d feel like against your cheek.
"If you need anything else, you call me, alright?" Jack said, drawing you back into the moment, his voice gentle but firm.
You nodded dumbly, not knowing what else to say. Then, before you could think better of it, you flung yourself at Jack, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his shoulder. It was difficult to hug him tight through all your layers of clothes and his snow gear, but you clung to him as tightly as you could.
Jack stiffened when you hugged him, like he didn’t know how to react, but after a moment, he relaxed and looped his arms around your waist. He hugged you back and let out a soft sigh, like he needed the embrace just as much as you did.
Suddenly, you couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving. Even though he’d only been in your apartment for a few minutes, you didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts and the cold and the darkness again.
"Will you stay?" you asked before you could talk yourself out of it. Your voice was small and quiet, muffled by the fabric of his coat that your face was buried in, but you were proud of yourself for asking.
Jack tensed, his arms squeezing you momentarily tighter before loosening until you thought he might let you go. You held on to him tighter. “You’re sure you want me to stay?" he asked uncertainly.
"I...I don't want to be alone," you admitted, lifting your head from his shoulder so he could see the honesty in your eyes. "Please."
Jack tightened his arms around you and said, "Okay." He held you for another moment longer before gently pulling away. The two of you made your way over to your couch, where you pushed your blankets aside enough for him to sit.
He shed his coat and lay it over the arm of the couch before sitting down heavily. Reaching down to his leg, he massaged the place where his leg must’ve met his prosthetic before giving you with a sheepish look. You urged him to get comfortable while you darted into the kitchen to make some tea. Thankfully the gas stove was still working.
When you returned with two steaming mugs of tea, Jack had pulled off his boots and his prosthetic, and he was leaned back against the couch cushions, resting his eyes. You made a sound to let him know you were there, then passed him a mug before sitting down beside him.
The space heaters were beginning to warm the room, but it was still frigid and you clutched your mug tightly as you chatted with Jack, catching him up on your life since last you’d seen each other. He shared some stories from the ER, and before you knew it, your mug was empty.
You set it down on the coffee table and scooted closer to Jack. “I’m still cold,” you explained, gesturing to the smaller space between your bodies. “Do you mind if I…?”
Jack gave a surprised little rumble, but he set his empty mug aside and lifted his arm. “No, I don’t mind—c’mere.”
Immediately, you cuddled into his side, tucking your thickest blanket around your shoulders while you snuggled deeper into him. His arm curled around your back and you sighed happily, your head resting on his shoulder.
Closing your eyes you basked in the warmth Jack radiated, like he was your own personal space heater. It had been so long since you’d been really, truly warm and you snuggled closer. Nosing beneath the collar of his sweatshirt, you pressed your face to the warm, weathered skin of his neck, reveling in the delicious heat you found there.
"Cold nose, cold nose," Jack murmured, squirming a little, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, he tugged you closer, wrapping his other arm around your waist, and pulling you tighter against his body.
You mumbled a mostly unrepentant “Sorry" into his skin and shifted your face so your nose was buried deeper into the crook of his neck. He smelled so good—like fresh wintry air and soap—and he was so warm, you couldn’t help but try to soak up more of his heat.
"You trying to burrow beneath my clothes like a bunny?" Jack teased, huffing an almost incredulous laugh.
"You're just so warm," you whined softly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at how pathetic you sounded, but still not wanting to pull away.
Jack made a sound, deep in his chest, like he was pleased, but then he was pulling away, even as you grumbled discontentedly.
"Hang on," Jack said, extricating himself from you and leaning forward. He reached behind his back and yanked his sweatshirt up over his head, leaving him in a thin, white undershirt.
When he leaned back, you dove into him, wrapping yourself around his torso and tugging him closer. You managed to lose your balance somehow, and accidentally yanked him down on top of you.
You ended up with you stretched out on the couch, Jack laying on top of you like your own personal weighted, heated blanket—with even more blankets on top of you both.
"Is this okay?" Jack asked softly in your ear, shifting to the side so his weight wasn't crushing you. The movement trapped you between his body and the back of the couch, which was exactly where you wanted to be, so you sighed blissfuly.
"So good," you murmured, a little drunk on the heat after feeling cold for so long. Your hands skimmed down Jack's sides and slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, pressing into his warm skin.
"Jesus, bunny," Jack cursed, his body jerking above yours, his knee slipping between your legs. "Warn a guy next time,” he muttered, but didn’t sound angry.
"Sorry, Jack," you mumbled, turning your head and giving him your best apologetic look. "I just haven't felt this warm all day."
Jack's expression softened at your admission. "I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner, sweetheart. I was checking in at the hospital." His hand cupped your face, thumb stroking over your still chilly skin.
"S'ok, you're here now," you said, nuzzling into his calloused hand. You looked up at him hovering over you with big eyes and Jack sucked in a sharp breath.
The room crackled with an electric kind of tension and, all over again, you were struck by how attractive Jack Abbot was. If you were honest with yourself, you’d had a crush on the older man since you first met him for coffee all those months ago, and you’d tried to keep your distance because you were sure he’d never think of you in that way.
But the way Jack's eyes were darkening, his gaze dropping down to your lips, it became suddenly clear that if he didn’t think of you like that before, he certainly did now. He looked like a man who wanted to kiss you—and you so badly wanted him to kiss you.
"Don't look at me like that, bunny," Jack rasped, his voice lower and more gravelly than you'd ever heard it, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
You really loved his voice.
"Like what?" you asked all innocently, even though you had a pretty good idea of how you were looking at him. So you turned it right around on him. "You stop looking at me like that, Jack.”
You didn’t think it was possible, but Jack’s eyes darkened even further, the pupil blowing wide and blotting out the warm brown of his irises. He let out a frustrated little growl, glancing down at your mouth again, and you clutched him tighter, begging him wordlessly to put you both out of your misery.
"Fuck it," Jack bit out, his self-control finally snapping. Then his mouth was on yours and he was kissing you like a man starved for sustenance and the only place he could get it was from your lips.
You moaned at the rasp of his stubble against our skin and pulled him closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. When he accepted your offer and slipped his tongue past your lips, you welcomed him happily, swallowing his groan as he took possession of your mouth.
The kiss grew heated at a dizzying pace, your body beginning to writhe beneath his as your need bloomed hotter and brighter in your core. Hooking one knee over his hip, you ground against his thick thigh between your legs, your kiss growing messy and frantic.
However, there were too many layers of clothes between your heated core and the hard muscle of his thigh, and you pulled away with a frustrated whine.
"Jack!"
"Shh, don't worry, bunny, I got you," he murmured, kissing your cheek and jaw. His hand slipped beneath the layers of leggings and sweatpants you wore, his fingers pushing into your panties and finding your slick heat. "Fuck, is this all for me, sweetheart?"
"Y-yes, Jack, all for you," you mewled, your hips bucking up into his touch, a loud moan falling from your lips when he circled your slippery clit. "Oh my god, I need—please!"
"I know, I know, bunny, I'm gonna take good care of you," Jack promised, sliding a finger into your tight channel. He pumped inside you a few times in the tight confines of your panties, before adding a second, then a third. "Too much?"
"No no no that's sooo good," you moaned, grabbing Jack's face and kissing him hungrily while he fucked you with his fingers. You rocked your hips, bearing down on the feeling of him buried inside you.
"That's it, be a good bunny and hump my hand," Jack groaned against your lips, meeting your hips thrust for thrust with his fingers. "Christ, you feel so good sweetheart, so wet and warm—fuck, we shouldn't be doing this."
You could hear the glimmer of guilt in his voice and a spike of panic threaded through your heart. You clung to him with your entire body, hands clutching his face, thigh hooked high on his hip, your pussy squeezing his fingers. He couldn’t pull away—he couldn’t.
"Don't stop, Jack, don't you dare stop," you cried, your pleasure winding tight in your body. “Please!”
He made a rough sound, low in his throat, but he didn’t stop. When your eyes met his, the possessiveness in his gaze stole the breath from your lungs and sent you hurtling toward your release.
“You like getting finger-fucked by an old man, bunny?” Jack asked, his eyes hot and intent on your face, like his question wasn’t simple dirty talk and your answer meant something to him.
Your skin was damp with a thin layer of sweat, and you were close, but you answered him the only way you knew how—with the truth. “Nooo, I like getting finger-fucked by you, Jack,” you told him, staring deep into his eyes as you panted harder for him.
Something flashed in Jack’s eyes, something vulnerable, and you pulled him close for a ravaging kiss. As his lips devoured yours, he changed the angle of his hand so the flesh of his palm was grinding against your clit. Your tore away from him, to cry out.
"Oh god, right there—please, please, please, Jack!”
"Good girl, cum all over my fingers, bunny, give it to me," he growled against your cheek, his scruff rasping over your soft skin. It was all too much, too good, you were lost.
You came on Jack’s hand with a sharp cry, your spine arching up off the couch and your fingers digging into the soft, silver curls at the nape of his neck. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, and Jack helped you ride them, grinding his palm against your clit as stars burst behind your eyes.
When you finally came down from the peak of your release, Jack eased his hand from your panties and brought his fingers to his mouth. He licked your wetness from his skin, groaning in delight, and you suddenly had the urge to shove him down between your thighs, so he could taste you straight from the source.
Jack’s eyes found yours, and you could tell by the way the corner of his mouth flickered into a smirk that he had an idea of what you were thinking. His expression promised he’d be getting his mouth on your pussy sometime soon.
But then your shoulders trembled as the chill of your apartment snaked its way beneath the fort of blankets you’d build on the couch, and Jack’s expression shifted to concern. He gathered you up in his arms, pulling the blankets higher over your bodies and rearranged you until your back was to his chest, his hard cock nestled against your ass.
"What about you?" you asked in a soft voice, wiggling your ass experimentally. It was toasty warm beneath the blankets, and you wouldn’t have minded if he wanted some help taking care of his arousal.
But Jack just groaned like he was being tortured and tucked you tighter against his body. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart, just get some sleep,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to your cheek before settling his head on the pillow behind yours.
“What about later?” you asked, refusing to let the subject lie. A part of you worried that once you fell asleep, Jack would disappear—or once you woke up, he’d insist you pretend like nothing ever happened between the two of you. And you couldn’t bear it. “Jack?”
“When the heat comes back on,” Jack rumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “You can have anything you want, bunny. Anything. Including my cock.”
His low, raspy voice was thick with promise, and it soothed the fear that had burrowed deep in your heart. You let out a soft, contented sigh and finally settled into his arms, letting Jack’s heat keep you warm.
You were no longer cold, miserable or scared. You were happy, and excited for the power to be restored so that you could finally have all of Dr. Jack Abbot to yourself. You fell asleep thinking about all the things you’d do when the heat came back on.
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