Imagine getting caught under the mistletoe with Jack Abbot.Â
There's a rumour going around that Myrna somehow put the decoration up over the staff entrance of the emergency department, and as much as everyone laughs at how ridiculous it is, not a single member of staff at the Pitt has taken it down. Â
Maybe it's because no-one thinks anyone will actually use it. Maybe it's because everyone is secretly hoping that they'll end up underneath it with that special someone that's helped them get through the difficult shifts all year. That's certainly what your boss finds his imagination drifting towards when the night is getting long.Â
He quickly tries to shake the thought away, it's inappropriate; you're younger than him, and he's technically in charge and most of all you don't deserve to have some wounded old man longing for you in the late nights. But he doesn't feel like that when he's with you. You make him feel lighter, and warmer, and like somehow you know more about life than he's managed to work out. Or at least how to get through it without letting it all weigh down on top of you. And then he's imagining it again, how happy he'd be if you stopped under that little green branch and planted a soft kiss against him, finally letting him taste the glistening gloss of your lips that distracts him from darker thoughts.Â
You both work Christmas Eve to let those with little kids take the night off to be at home, the two of you making it through the carnage understaffed but encouraging each other all the way. You're the last to leave as the sun starts to rise, both of you sharing jokes and staring at each other as you pause at the exit for Jack to lock up. When he's done he notices your gaze is trained upwards, and he realises what you must be looking at. He turns slowly to you, trying to read your expression, desperate to understand if this is something you might want anywhere near as badly as he does.Â
"We don't have to..." Your voice is so uncertain, but a slight note of hope forces a grin onto Jack's face, his rough hands quickly landing on your cheeks as his lips capture yours, finally confident that the electricity he feels between you isn't just wishful thinking. Your hands run up his chest as soon as he kisses you, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling him tighter against you, the pair of you pouring out twelve months of adoration into one passionate kiss. He needs the taste of your lips more than he needs air as he chases them again and again, his whole body encircling you as he tries to focus on this perfect feeling, this single moment of pure happiness, in case it never happens again.Â
"Do you want to continue this somewhere else?" You sigh out against his lips with a smile, Jack intensely nodding before you've even finished asking, certain that this counts as a Christmas miracle.Â
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Summary: You accidentally moan Robbys name in bed. It reveals that your boyfriends feelings for his best friend are far from platonic.
Warnings: female reader, no use of y/n, nicknames (bunny, baby...), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mating press, breeding kink, Jack is a freak, reader is a freak, the author is a freak, Jack has a filthy mouth, reader and Jack are so very into each other and so very into Robby
Word count: 3.4k
A/n: This might be the best (filthiest) smut I've ever written. I regret NOTHING
MDNI !!!
Two weeks. Two entire fucking weeks.
Thatâs how long you and Jack had been on opposite shifts. Heâd been running the night shift as per usual, but due to a day-shift staffing shortage, your regularly scheduled day shifts had been bumped up from a five-day streak to a two-week one.
For fourteen awful days, the only time youâd seen your boyfriend was during shift exchange.
And despite Jack usually coming in an entire hour early most days - even though you told him not to - just so you could get a bit of time together every day, the last two weeks had felt like torture.
Even though you loved working with the day-shift staff, especially Robby, you noticed a change in your demeanor - beyond being mopey. Your patience was running thin; you snapped back easier; patients got on your nerves far more frequently...
On day ten, after you complained about something silly, Samira made an offhand comment about you being âseriously underfucked,â which caused you to do a spit take with your coffee, leaving her to pat your back for a solid four minutes while you recovered.
Besides being mortified that your bad attitude was apparently so extremely noticeable - and that your colleague had publicly commented on your sex life with her superior - your cheeks flamed for an entirely different reason: she was right.
This was the longest you and Jack had ever gone without sex since you first got together. And it was getting to you.
As if the situation couldnât get worse, Shen decided to chime in as well. âOh, thatâs whatâs going on. Was wondering why Abbottâs been in such a shitty mood. Swear he almost ripped a paramedicâs head off three days ago when he-â
He mercifully cut himself off when he noticed your flaming face.
Luckily, even though it felt like forever, the two weeks have passed, and you couldnât be happier. Both you and Jack are scheduled to have the next two days off, and you donât plan to let Jack leave the bed - the Pitt could go up in flames for all you care.
When you kiss Jack goodnight by the locker rooms as he comes in for his shift, you can tell from the dark look in his eyes that he shares your sentiment.
Once you get to your shared apartment, the only thing you do is make and eat some dinner before putting on one of Jackâs shirts as pajamas and crashing in your bed.
Apparently, youâre more exhausted than you thought, because instead of waking up after about eight hours so you can make breakfast before Jack gets home, youâre awoken by open-mouthed kisses on your neck and calloused fingers circling your clit.
The moan that leaves you feels like it's punched out of you and Jack groans in response, abandoning your neck in favor of looking into your hazy eyes that slowly focus on his face.
"M'sorry bunny", he mumbles, "you just looked so fucking good in my shirt."
His fingers moving over your cunt create audibly slick sounds, and Jack groans again, his voice more wrecked than it should be as he speaks, âSo wet already. God, I fucking missed you, baby.â
Before you can tell him you missed him as well, heâs pulling you into a kiss thatâs all tongue and teeth.
You respond all too eagerly, twisting one hand in Jacks hair to deepen the kiss further and snaking the other down in between your bodies - oh he's taken his shirt and pants off already- to stroke him through his boxers.
Now it's your turn to moan at how turned on your partner is.
Jacks cock strains in his boxers and when you move your hand inside to stroke over the head you can feel he's fucking leaking.
Jack breaks the kiss in response, and his fingers stop teasing your clit as he throws his head back with a throaty moan and thrusts into your hand involuntarily. When his eyes return to yours, theyâre darker than youâve ever seen them.
He snatches both your hands away from his body and pins them to the pillow, intertwining your fingers.
âI need you so bad,â Jack whispers, barely a breath of space between your mouths. âTell me you need me too. Please, baby. Need to hear it. Let me have you.â
âYes.â Youâre nodding so fast you almost give yourself whiplash. âGod, yes, Jack, please. Need you. Missed you so bad. So fucking bad.â
When Jack lets go of your hands to shuffle down your body, you shake your head and grab onto him to pull him back up.
âNo, please, Jack, need you now. âM ready, I swear.â
Your begging almost gets Jack to give in, but he shakes his head softly. âGotta prep you first, bunny,â he reminds you. âDonât want to hurt you.â
âWant it to hurt.â His face grows dark at your reply. âPlease, Jack, Iâve been so fucking empty. I need to feel you. Baby, please.â
Your world suddenly spins as youâre flipped over, strong hands pulling your hips up until youâre face-down, ass-up on the bed.
âYeah?â Jack growls out behind you. âMy little girl wants to feel me? Wants it to hurt? Fine.â
You barely have time to register how Jack grabs his cock, lining himself up with your dripping hole before he thrusts in one swift stroke.
The sudden stretch burns so bad that you instinctually move forward to crawl away, but Jack uses both hands to grab your hips and leans over you to pin you down, which shoves his cock even deeper inside you- You keen.
âUh-uh,â he tuts. âDonât you run from me. Ah, fuck, bunny, you wanted this - begged for it. Now be good and fucking take it.â
He accentuates his words with a sharp thrust and you moan, "Oh, fuck, Robby-"
You feel like your blood has turned to ice in your veins.
Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you immediately open your mouth to apologize-
And are faced with the image of Jack throwing his head back, releasing a guttural moan that sounds like itâs being ripped from deep within his chest.
When he looks at you again, his grin is fucking wicked. âRobby, huh?â
Before you can protest, Jack leans back down over you and shoves two thick fingers in your mouth. He starts thrusting, deep strokes that leave the tip of his cock bumping your cervix with every thrust.
âSo thatâs how it is, huh? You work with my best friend for two weeks, and now youâre thinking about him when Iâve got my cock inside you? âM I not enough for you? Greedy fucking girl.â
You try to speak around his fingers, but the words come out muffled. âSâ not true,â you manage, causing Jack to remove his hand and ask, âWhat was that, sweetheart?â
Taking a deep breath, you try again. âThatâs not true. Want you. Only want you. Iâm sorry, I donât know whyââ
A slap lands across your ass and you whine, your face burying into the pillows, as Jack picks up his pace even further.
"Don't play dumb with me bunny," he warns.
"I see the way you watch him. The way you look to Robby for approval all the time, the fuck - the way your gaze drifts to him when reprimands someone, eyes all hazy."
You want to protest, but your body responds for you, your pussy clenching tightly around Jack's cock, as you feel your high quickly approaching.
"Oh, just like that, yes. I- fuck, I can see your fucking doe eyes staring at his hands during procedures, probably wishing they were wrapped around your throat instead, huh?"
"Don't worry bunny", Jack leans down and you feel his breath hot against your ear, "I look at him too."
Your orgasm rips through you, body shaking as Jack groans, "Thaaaaat's it, good girl - fuck baby."
You've barely come down from your high, when Jack removes his cock from you cunt, making you whine.
You don't feel empty for long though. Jack flips you on your back and pushes you into a mating press, before he enters you again.
Both of you moan at the new angle. You've never felt so full before.
âJack, baby,â you whine, using your hands around his neck to pull him closer. He pins them to the bed again and once more intertwines your fingers.
âI know, bunny, I know. So good for me,â he mumbles into the tiny space between you, mouths barely touching - sharing the same air.
His hips move in lazy, deep strokes - more so grinding than thrusting, massaging your G-spot with every thrust. The hair at his pubic bone scratches over your clit sending sparks up your spine.
"Been looking at him for a long time", Jack admits, voice low. "Just know he'd be so good to you - to us, hm? Fuck, you'd be so pretty together."
You can feel another orgasm building inside you, both from the way Jack is fucking you and the images his words are conjuring up.
âWeâd be good to him too, right?â Jack asks, and you nod, moaning a breathy âYesâ - fully submitting yourself to the fantasy.
Jack moans at your tiny acknowledgment of your shared desire.
âYeah, we would,â he whispers, moving his head down to trail slow, sloppy kisses over your neck and collarbones.
It seems like he can't stop talking, mumbling into your skin as his pace picks up, his own orgasm approaching.
"He'd be so gentle with you. Jus' know it. He's so soft on you. Always told me how good you were during your shift. Every fucking day, bunny."
Your legs are nearly shaking from how close you are. Jack's kisses move up your neck, now mouthing lazily at your jaw.
"Can tell you're close, you're doing so good. I'm so close too, fuck..."
"You're perfect bunny. Feel like fucking velvet, gripping me so tight."
"You'd take Robby like this too, huh? So deep, nudging at your fucking cervix?"
"Poor guy wants to be a dad so bad, but thinks he's too old for that now... You'd be good and make him one though, right? Let him knock you up - make him a daddy?"
You don't hear anything else Jack says, your ears ringing from the orgasm that burns through your body like wildfire, only distantly aware of the way Jack groans and floods your pussy with his cum.
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