jack abbott x neighbour! reader
a/n: i saw a tiktok that has me OBSESSED with the fact jack is a veteran...he's so "i'm on fire" coded
warnings: reader is a college student (lives with their parents), age gap, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), power dynamics yadda yadda
neighbour! jack, who lives next door to reader
you don't see him a lot on account of his night-shifts, but when he does have a day off, he can be seen doing yard work or tinkering around in his garage
we're going to pretend the naked yoga at sunrise isn't canon
reader is a college student, maybe does volunteer/charity work for extra credit? and one of her assignments is to reach out to a veteran
you've noticed the bumper sticker on jack's car, the american flag in his backyard...pretty convenient to have a veteran right next door, you think
so you knock on his door, putting on your best customer service-y voice:
"hi there, mr. abbott! i live next door, i was wondering if i could ask you a few question about your service?"
he scoffs at your clipboard and charity lanyard, amused, "sure kid, come on in"
you talk for hours - well, he talks for hours, and you listen, hanging on every word, your clipboard and questionnaire long forgotten
he's so worldly, so witty, so engaging. you're mesmerised
it's getting dark out, jack goes to get himself a beer from the fridge,
you hesitate a little, "uh, sure, please"
you're seated on the couch as he stands before you, holding the bottle infront of your face
"how old are you anyway, hon?"
you tell him, and he lets out a low whistle
"you're gonna get me in trouble."
telling your parents you're going next door to "give mr. abbott a hand around the house", as part of your community outreach work
...when really you're going over to his house so he can fuck you on every surface
he tells you all about his life, his past, his work, really opening up to you, before he has you face down in the mattress
he brings out a box of his old military mementos: photos, postcards, his dogtags...
stands over you as he drags the cool metal across your face, thumbing your lips open for you to take the chain into your mouth
+ the tags dangling in your face as he fucks you in missionary...
he likes to give you money and make sure you're buying yourself nice things
"what are you up to this weekend?"
"going shopping with some girlfriends"
"take a couple hundred out my wallet"
your parents keep asking you where all your new clothes and jewellery are coming from, you tell them mr abbott insists on paying you for your "help"
your dad will wave hello to jack when he's out on the front porch, without a clue that the neighbour he respects so much is fucking his daughter raw right under his nose
he fucks you hard with the windows open while your parents are home, forcing you to keep quiet, shoving his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans
one night you're in his backyard, it's dark out, except for the dim porch light
jack is lazily drinking a beer, he beckons you over
"come sit on my lap, sweetheart"
you look around sceptically, your parents are right next door - probably asleep, but one look out the window and you'd be caught
you gently sit down, his big hands sliding up your back
he looks at you, eyes full of fondness at how the porch light illuminates your face, "so beautiful"
his hand comes up to caress your face, stroking your cheek, his thumb sliding across your lips
instinctively, your lips part, accepting the intrusion
"get on your knees", jack says gently
"get on your knees." he repeats, more stern this time
"jack-", he grips your chin tightly
"who?", his eyes not leaving yours
"get on your knees", he's ordering you now
you do as you're told, sliding off his lap, taking your place between his spread legs. you glance anxiously at your parents' bedroom window.
mouthing at his crotch through his camo-patterned pants, you can't help but imagine the thrill, the rush of being caught like this
as you're choking on his thick cock, you can't help but think you see, out of the corner of your eye, your own back porch light turn on
when jack's big hands tangle in your hair, forcing you to meet his eyes, you find yourself not caring at all
jack taking you on a road-trip/camping trip somewhere, promising your parents to take good care of you
he shakes hands with your father before setting off, knowing he's going to be sliding his hand beteeen your legs the second the car pulls out of the drive
along the way, you stop at rustic little diners, you go fishing (he fishes, you watch), he teaches you how to light a fire and cheers sarcastically when you manage to set up the tent (which falls down 5 minutes later)
he fucks you slow and deep under the stars (you lowkey say 'i love you' bc the moment is so romantic...oops)
he tells you horror stories about bears and wolves hunting campers, howling and growling as he nuzzles into your neck, nipping it gently
you play-act at being scared, snuggling up close to him, the chilly tent becoming instantly cosy as you're pressed tight to his broad chest
a/n: a camping trip with abbott would heal my soul i think