idek how many kinks this has because this got dirty FAST. non con, naked female/clothed male, virginity stealing, power play since he’s a doctor lol, dumb reader lol, abbot is technically not a good man but oh well!!
perv!gyno abbot who you’re a little surprised on seeing, because he wasn’t your doctor at first.. but apparently there was ‘just some kind of mix up!’ according to your now ex doctor, so you just listened as he introduced you to your new doctor: dr. jack abbot. all you was said okay & let him proceed with the screening.
perv!gyno abbot who asks “so, why did you come here today?” you began to open your mouth to answer. “um.. they said i was scheduled for my yearly checkup so i just came..” abbot blinked at you. “so you don’t know what you’re getting looked at for exactly?” he said it in such a condescending tone it kind of intimidated you.. “no..” you replied, immediately wanting to slightly shrink into yourself.
perv!gyno abbot who then walks over to the dispenser box to pull out some blue gloves & then snaps them on, before speaking again- “well then. we will go ahead and begin the screening, but first, please remove your clothes.” wait what? did you hear him right?
perv!gyno abbot who didn’t stutter. he just stood there & watched you until you obeyed. so, you began to strip.. one piece of clothing dropping after another until you were completely bare naked. you felt so vulnerable & exposed in front of him, considering he was still fully clothed. you felt like he was devouring you with his gaze.
perv!gyno abbot who snapped you out of your daze when he spoke again.. “so, there will be three tests i will screen you for & then you’ll be good to go home, got it?” you found everything so weird but you still decided to go with it- so you nod.
perv!gyno abbot who calls the first test ‘the respond test’ to see how your body responds to certain feelings. he starts by bending down at your ankles, caressing your thick calfs, & traveling his tacky fingers up the back of your thighs, already seeing he has a fantastic view of your sweet pussy. he likes the way you shiver from his touch..
perv!gyno abbot who continues the test by standing up to your level, kneading his large, gloved hands all over your bare body, before cupping both your heavy breasts & squeezing hard- you can’t try to hide the way you’re so turned on anymore.. you moan as he gropes you, cool hands gliding against your nipples. “mm, you’re already fucking passing with flying colors, baby.” he groans out. he already knows how damp you are between those cute little thighs..
perv!gyno abbot who goes to the next part of the screening. he calls this one ‘the stretch test’ so, he directs you to get onto the examination table to spread your legs, & you’re a little scared as to what’s about to happen. dr. abbot can see your legs trembling. he tells you no need to worry, but all of that flies out of the window when you feel two, warm thick digits protruding into your raw cunt. when did the doctor take his gloves off?
perv!gyno abbot who revels in the way your pussy stretches around his fingers.. sucking him in so easily.. you squeak out when you feel him pumping his two fingers in deeper, “dr. abbot, what’s going on..? is this s-still apart of the test?” you feel so dirty when your legs begin to spread out more, soaking yourself around your doctors fingers .. “sh, sh, sh.. you’re doing very well. good girl.” jack nearly cums in his pants when he feels the way you contract & gush around his fingers because of his praise.
perv!gyno abbot who begins the final test by pulling his fingers out your sopping hole & replacing it with his stiff cock. you yelp at the foreign feeling, never having a cock inside you before now “s-sir!, stop! what’re you doing..?” your inner termoil comes to a stop when he replies to your question- “this is your last and final test. to see how well you can take a cock.”
perv!gyno abbot who grunts while thrusting in & out of your tight virgin pussy.. loving the way your cunt is clenching around him. your hole is widening because you’re trying to press him out of you, but that just makes him stuff his dick deeper into your wet, creamy hole. your tits are bouncing with each thrust as he gets rougher & rougher. you feel your bladder coming down & you panic.. “d-doctor! think ‘m gonna pee! can’t take anymore..!” but jack doesn’t care.. he knows that means you’re about to come. so he continues bullying his vieny cock into your slick pussy.
perv!gyno abbot who doesn’t care when you start spasming & spurting out hot squirts of liquid with each new pump that stains the bottom of his scrubs, he’s the one who kept pounding into you. but he’s not lasting any much longer when you can feel him stop thrusting all together to bottom out completely in you & use you as his own personal cum dump. you cry out when you realize what he’s doing to you, filling your hole up with his own hot, sticky substance. abbot loves the way he’s stealing every bit of your innocence.
perv!gyno abbot who after a few minutes, having slightly heavy breaths, pulls out of your cum filled cunt- cock semi-hard completely drenched in your juices only to then say: “congrats. you passed your screening.”
i never know if i want abbot to be nice or mean to me.. i think both lol.. hope this was decent!! <33
oh & jack made everything up he just wanted to fuck u lol
summary: you and Brendon coparent your little daughter, one day he’s late to pick her up in the kindergarten and you storm into his office to give him a hard time. later you ends up at his place, because your little one threw a fit about missing her stuffed animal. years of missing each other ends with you in his embrace in the bed you once shared…
warnings: 18+, smut, oral, unprotected sex, dirty talk, curse words, little plot twist at the end ;)
word count: 2.7k
🦈
“Are you out of your mind?!”
Brendon rolled his eyes at your tone on the phone, while he walked with your daughter through the hospital hallway.
He forgot to pick her up from the kindergarten like he promised, being an hour late. She didn’t mind though, she was eager to spend some time with her dad.
“As far as I can remember, I’m not.”
“I’m coming to the hospital. Not gonna be easy on you!”
You ended up the call, Brendon looked at the phone and just shrugged.
“Daddy, can I have an icecream?” Your little girl fluttered her lashes sweetly at him, holding his hand.
He smiled down at her and nodded. “Of course, princess. I’ll get you some.”
Sitting in his chair, spinning in it, she giggled softly, enjoying the frozen thing, while he looked over some papers of the patients he had that day.
Feeling the rise of his hair on the back of his neck, he knew that you were about to storm into his office.
And he was right.
Not bothering to knock, you opened the door swiftly. Cheeks flushed, your blouse slightly unbuttoned as you liked it to wear, your eyes found your little girl.
“My poor baby.” You huffed and instantly went for her, hugging her tight, while giving Brendon a scolding glare.
He stood there leaning against the small table, his lips in the tight line, arms folded on his chest.
“Daddy got me an ice cream!” Your daughter grinned in happiness, she was so oblivious to the tension between adults.
“Mhm, how sweet of him.” You huffed, running a hand through your hair.
“She was still playing with other kids when I arrived at the kindergarten, so…” he shrugged.
“That’s not the point, Brendon. You promised to be there on time. Not to make her wait and for the teacher to call me.” You stood up, narrowing your back to throw daggers at him by your glare.
“Sorry, I was on a case.”
“Sure. You always are.”
Your daughter furrowed her small brows. “Be nice.”
You let out a shocked gasp while Brendon smirked softly.
“Excuse me, little lady?”
She scoffed. “You are mean, mommy.”
Glancing up at Brendon with wide eyes, you were red with anger. And he was having the time of his life.
“What about a sleepover at my place, hm? You can have a night for yourself, and me and the princess will have a movie night.” Brendon took a step towards you, holding your gaze.
“Yes! Yes! Mommy, please say yes!” She chanted like a crazy animal and you tried so hard to put on your hard facade, to be stoic and unmoving.
But then— “Fine.” You let out a sigh.
🦈
Your little one threw a fit over a missing stuffed animal, so Brendon called you in the evening and you came over.
Ringing the bell, he opened immediately, in his home attire with his hair ruffled from the shower. It was a funny sight from the usual slick one he wore to the hospital.
“Hey. Come in.” He pressed his lips into a small smile and you stepped into the hallway.
“Here’s the little rabbit she’s missing so much.” You chuckled with a shake of your head.
“Yeah, thanks… she was really insufferable, crying like a dying cat…” he hummed, taking the toy from your hand, brushing his fingers with yours.
“Uh, I can imagine, really.” You stood there awkwardly.
“But she fell asleep when you were on your way here, so…” Brendon rubbed the back of his neck with a little guilty expression.
“Ah. Well, that’s okay. She’ll be surprised when she wakes up in the morning that her favourite rabbit is somehow in bed with her.” You nodded, looking to the ground.
“You want some tea, coffee…?” It was unusual to ask you that, because your meetings were usually full of angry fire due to your painful split.
You were never his wife, there wasn’t a time for that when you fell pregnant so quickly after you two started dating. It was an accident but you decided to give it a shot. Apart from bed you weren’t compatible, he was always in hospital, taking courses to be better in his career while you were at home, your own life postponed because you nursed your daughter.
But hell, you missed being devoured by him.
“Tea is fine.” You whispered and smiled a little, taking off your shoes.
Settling in the living room, you shifted uncomfortably into the seat on the couch, taking in the scattered toys around the space. The one you used to live in.
Brendon was back with two mugs, placing them on the coffee table, taking a seat next to you.
“She’s fast asleep but managed to snatch that stuffed animal from me.” He laughed softly, glancing at you.
“The usual.” You murmured amused, taking the mug into your hands and sipping the tea.
Silence stretched through the room, only the tv in the background was on.
“So… how are you doing?” He decided to ask, clearing his throat.
Rubbing the rim of the mug, you shifted a little. “Well, good.”
“Just good?”
“What do you want me to say, Brendon?” You shot him a glance.
“I don’t even know…” he shrugged, averting his gaze to the tv.
“I should probably go.” You placed the mug on the coffee table with a thud and got up but he mirrored your actions, standing in front of you.
His tall and huge figure towering over you, making you so small.
“You can stay the night.” He took a step closer causing you to take a step back.
“We both know that it’s a terrible idea.” You muttered, hands flexing at your sides as you held his predatory gaze.
His hand reached up to your hair, to brush a strand from your face. “No, we both know it’s the best idea. The one that worked truly great for us before.”
With his words your back collided with the hard wall, knocking the breath out of your lungs, the heat in your cheeks growing.
“You know that you’re free to leave. To let go, to keep your distance.” His voice so low, so close to your head, his breath fanned over your face. “But I guess you don’t want to.”
“Bren—“ you choked out, stopping midway when his fingers grazed your jaw.
“Shhh… let me make it up to you. I acted badly today, leaving our princess in distress, waiting for me. And I made you upset. Unacceptable…” whispers against your lips, you just let out a soft hum of agreement.
Brendon lifted you up to his chest with his arm, while you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him softly but urgently, his other hand in your hair holding you close.
Carrying you to the bedroom you had many memories of, he placed you gently on the bed, hovering over you, having your face cupped in his large hands.
“I missed this.” His confession tugged on your heartstrings and you sighed softly.
“Me too…” you hummed, there was no point to deny it.
“Really?” His thumb brushed under your eye.
“Yes.” You breathed out, staring into his eyes.
“Give me a sec. I’ll check on our tigress and I’ll be back.” He pecked your nose and quickly got off you to get into the bedroom of your daughter.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, dazzled by the faint smell of his scent that was lingering through the air. It was a bad idea. You’re gonna regret it. But for tonight you decided to put your worries to the side.
Brendon peeked through the door, finding your daughter sleeping soundly, without any doubt of her waking up soon.
He was back in no time, closing the door behind him, locking them with a soft click.
Then he turned around to take a look at you just lying there, waiting for him quietly.
Taking a few steps to the edge of the bed, he climbed on top of it, his weight dipping into the mattress, overwhelming you with his huge presence.
With a hitch of your breath, you reached out to his shirt, bringing him closer to kiss him. Brendon melted into your mouth, a soft whimper escaping his throat.
His hand worked its way under your shirt, touching your hot skin on your side, causing you to flinch in excitement.
“Still so sensitive…” he muttered in between the kisses and you giggled.
Helping him out of his shirt, you admired his torso, he was so muscular, even more now than before. Your mouth was absolutely drooling over the sight of him.
Brendon noticed, a cocky smirk lifting the curves of his lips.
“Like what you see?” His hands were working at the hem of your bra.
“You know I do.” You bit your lip with a redness in your face.
He was starting to grow impatient with how many layers of clothes you had on. His eagerness almost ripped your shirt when he pulled it over your head, your bra hastily pushed to the side, revealing one of your breasts. Being like a hungry beast, he leaned down, grasping your chest into his hands, playing and kissing you.
Your back arched with a small gasp escaping your throat.
Erection strained his sweatpants, his hips buckling into yours, you could feel how much he wanted you.
“Bren, please… don’t tease…” you whimpered, fingers running through his hair.
“You’re straightforward as always…” he muttered, his tongue trailing down your abdomen, his hands already pulling down your pants along with your underwear.
Almost losing his breath when he spotted how soaked you were, he waited no more and delved into your velvet folds, tasting your aching pussy, giving you those kitten licks he knew you loved.
“Fuck…” you yelped, eyes wide.
“Shhh… can’t wake up our little one.” A mischievous smile flashed across his lips.
You only huffed, brows falling down in frustration.
Getting up on his knees he took off his sweatpants and you were in absolute awe when he revealed he’s not wearing any underwear.
“You’re unbelievable, Brendon.”
Your voice made his cock twitch, his size matched him so fucking well, you started to wonder if he’s gonna fit after that long time.
Giving himself a few strokes, precum dripped down his foreskin, you breathed out with the urge of running your tongue through it.
“I need you so badly, darling… I’m so hard, it’s painful.” He groaned, and you reached with your hand to get a hold on him, sitting up in the process. The way he stood tall on his knees was perfect for you to be face to face with his tip. Licking your lips, you watched your hand pumping him softly, trembling with joy.
“Not gonna last like this…” he placed his hand over yours, stopping you midstroke.
Lifting your gaze to look up at him, he could feel the rush through his balls at how sexy you looked.
“Can I… give it a little taste?” You asked, not caring about his answer, kissing the underside of his cock, making him twitch and grunt.
“Jesus Christ…” Brendon was so down for you, moaning pathetically when you finally wrapped your lips around his shaft.
Caressing the top of your head, it was like a sign that was saying good girl.
You already regretted your decision, because your jaw was at its limits while you weren’t even halfway through his length. A soft gagging sounds vibrated through him and he was holding back the instinct of slamming into your throat immediately.
“S-stop, darling— stop…” he rushed you to pull away from him and you listened, a trail of saliva was the only thing connecting you to his dick when you took a deep breath, tears were pricking in your eyes.
“Bren…” you whimpered.
“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have to… let’s enjoy ourselves, shall we, hm?” He patted your cheek with a wide smile, of course he loved to see you like this, ruined and needy, but this wasn’t the point of the night.
Reaching for a pack of condoms, he took one and swiftly pulled it down his size.
You were trembling with the heat you felt between your legs.
“On your back and your legs up.” He commanded and you obeyed.
Moving his absurdly huge body to navigate his tip to your folds felt unreal. Rubbing his length through your slick lips and then smoothly pushing through your walls of heaven? Brendon almost passed out from how you hugged him immediately, sucking him in in the most delicious way.
On the other hand, you gripped your thighs, eyes wide and you wanted to look down, between your bodies. A shriek left your mouth, when you felt the stretch, it was becoming unbearable.
“Oh, can you feel this?” Brendon huffed out, his hands pressing your legs to your chest, to make you even more breathless.
“Bren— I can’t—“ you choked out a desperate moan.
“You can take it, shhh…” he murmured, slamming back into you, your insides loosening a little, but still you could feel him even in your throat.
“I wish you could see how you look right now…” thrusting into you, he tried to talk, but the way you were clenching with need was exhausting him from doing so.
“Bren—“ you were moaning his name like a prayer, bodies doing all those slick lewd sounds as you were covered in sweat along with your juices of arousal. The bed was creaking, the danger of waking up your daughter was high, but somehow none of you could waste a breath to think about it.
His weight pushed you into the mattress more, he was pressed down onto you, each thrust knocking the breath out of your lungs.
You tried to reach to his back, but you had strength to make it to his shoulders where you grazed his skin with your nails.
Brendon held your fluttering gaze, he noticed how you were fighting your consciousness.
“Eyes on me, baby. Come on, don’t run from it, darling.” He whispered through his gritted teeth, his balls slapping your ass.
“Shit, Brendon— I—“
He could see how you were surprised by the intensity of your climax. It came out of nowhere, hard.
Milking his cock to the oblivion, he wasn’t strong enough to resist and he faltered in his movements, spilling his precious pearly cream into you through the latex barrier that was in between your sexes.
Having his hands at your sides to hold himself up, he was shaking, his muscles slowly giving up. Carefully he slipped out of you, passing beside you to catch a breath, while you stared into the ceiling.
“Jesus, Brendon, what have we done…” you chuckled from the afterglow of the release.
Cupping your cheek, he brought you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you.
“I missed this…” he breathed out into your hair, his nose nuzzling into your temple.
You snuggled closer, enjoying the way he smelled just right. Like he was yours.
“We have to figure it out between us… I can’t lose you again.” Brendon was staring into your eyes, the depth of his own was maddening.
The reality dawned on you, this was a mistake.
But…
You didn’t regret it.
Not with him.
It was meant to be.
“Okay.” You mumbled, pressing your head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat, praying for this moment to never end.
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Once you made it to the bathroom, you were barely able to stand, Brendon helped you. You also noticed your pussy leaking with something and you scooped a little bit on your fingers.
He had his attention on his now softened dick, pulling down the used condom.
“Brendon…” your scared, faltering voice brought his glance at you.
“Babe…” he was breathless when he inspected the plastic thing being broken and that fluid on your fingers was his cum.
You just stared at yourselves, silence thick in the room.
It was exactly like that moment years ago before you fell pregnant with your daughter.
Dr. Robby who makes you sick on purpose so you’d visit ER regularly for him to talk you into staying at his place so he can keep an eye on you properly. 👀
summary: you and Brendon coparent your little daughter, one day he’s late to pick her up in the kindergarten and you storm into his office to give him a hard time. later you ends up at his place, because your little one threw a fit about missing her stuffed animal. years of missing each other ends with you in his embrace in the bed you once shared…
warnings: 18+, smut, oral, unprotected sex, dirty talk, curse words, little plot twist at the end ;)
word count: 2.7k
🦈
“Are you out of your mind?!”
Brendon rolled his eyes at your tone on the phone, while he walked with your daughter through the hospital hallway.
He forgot to pick her up from the kindergarten like he promised, being an hour late. She didn’t mind though, she was eager to spend some time with her dad.
“As far as I can remember, I’m not.”
“I’m coming to the hospital. Not gonna be easy on you!”
You ended up the call, Brendon looked at the phone and just shrugged.
“Daddy, can I have an icecream?” Your little girl fluttered her lashes sweetly at him, holding his hand.
He smiled down at her and nodded. “Of course, princess. I’ll get you some.”
Sitting in his chair, spinning in it, she giggled softly, enjoying the frozen thing, while he looked over some papers of the patients he had that day.
Feeling the rise of his hair on the back of his neck, he knew that you were about to storm into his office.
And he was right.
Not bothering to knock, you opened the door swiftly. Cheeks flushed, your blouse slightly unbuttoned as you liked it to wear, your eyes found your little girl.
“My poor baby.” You huffed and instantly went for her, hugging her tight, while giving Brendon a scolding glare.
He stood there leaning against the small table, his lips in the tight line, arms folded on his chest.
“Daddy got me an ice cream!” Your daughter grinned in happiness, she was so oblivious to the tension between adults.
“Mhm, how sweet of him.” You huffed, running a hand through your hair.
“She was still playing with other kids when I arrived at the kindergarten, so…” he shrugged.
“That’s not the point, Brendon. You promised to be there on time. Not to make her wait and for the teacher to call me.” You stood up, narrowing your back to throw daggers at him by your glare.
“Sorry, I was on a case.”
“Sure. You always are.”
Your daughter furrowed her small brows. “Be nice.”
You let out a shocked gasp while Brendon smirked softly.
“Excuse me, little lady?”
She scoffed. “You are mean, mommy.”
Glancing up at Brendon with wide eyes, you were red with anger. And he was having the time of his life.
“What about a sleepover at my place, hm? You can have a night for yourself, and me and the princess will have a movie night.” Brendon took a step towards you, holding your gaze.
“Yes! Yes! Mommy, please say yes!” She chanted like a crazy animal and you tried so hard to put on your hard facade, to be stoic and unmoving.
But then— “Fine.” You let out a sigh.
🦈
Your little one threw a fit over a missing stuffed animal, so Brendon called you in the evening and you came over.
Ringing the bell, he opened immediately, in his home attire with his hair ruffled from the shower. It was a funny sight from the usual slick one he wore to the hospital.
“Hey. Come in.” He pressed his lips into a small smile and you stepped into the hallway.
“Here’s the little rabbit she’s missing so much.” You chuckled with a shake of your head.
“Yeah, thanks… she was really insufferable, crying like a dying cat…” he hummed, taking the toy from your hand, brushing his fingers with yours.
“Uh, I can imagine, really.” You stood there awkwardly.
“But she fell asleep when you were on your way here, so…” Brendon rubbed the back of his neck with a little guilty expression.
“Ah. Well, that’s okay. She’ll be surprised when she wakes up in the morning that her favourite rabbit is somehow in bed with her.” You nodded, looking to the ground.
“You want some tea, coffee…?” It was unusual to ask you that, because your meetings were usually full of angry fire due to your painful split.
You were never his wife, there wasn’t a time for that when you fell pregnant so quickly after you two started dating. It was an accident but you decided to give it a shot. Apart from bed you weren’t compatible, he was always in hospital, taking courses to be better in his career while you were at home, your own life postponed because you nursed your daughter.
But hell, you missed being devoured by him.
“Tea is fine.” You whispered and smiled a little, taking off your shoes.
Settling in the living room, you shifted uncomfortably into the seat on the couch, taking in the scattered toys around the space. The one you used to live in.
Brendon was back with two mugs, placing them on the coffee table, taking a seat next to you.
“She’s fast asleep but managed to snatch that stuffed animal from me.” He laughed softly, glancing at you.
“The usual.” You murmured amused, taking the mug into your hands and sipping the tea.
Silence stretched through the room, only the tv in the background was on.
“So… how are you doing?” He decided to ask, clearing his throat.
Rubbing the rim of the mug, you shifted a little. “Well, good.”
“Just good?”
“What do you want me to say, Brendon?” You shot him a glance.
“I don’t even know…” he shrugged, averting his gaze to the tv.
“I should probably go.” You placed the mug on the coffee table with a thud and got up but he mirrored your actions, standing in front of you.
His tall and huge figure towering over you, making you so small.
“You can stay the night.” He took a step closer causing you to take a step back.
“We both know that it’s a terrible idea.” You muttered, hands flexing at your sides as you held his predatory gaze.
His hand reached up to your hair, to brush a strand from your face. “No, we both know it’s the best idea. The one that worked truly great for us before.”
With his words your back collided with the hard wall, knocking the breath out of your lungs, the heat in your cheeks growing.
“You know that you’re free to leave. To let go, to keep your distance.” His voice so low, so close to your head, his breath fanned over your face. “But I guess you don’t want to.”
“Bren—“ you choked out, stopping midway when his fingers grazed your jaw.
“Shhh… let me make it up to you. I acted badly today, leaving our princess in distress, waiting for me. And I made you upset. Unacceptable…” whispers against your lips, you just let out a soft hum of agreement.
Brendon lifted you up to his chest with his arm, while you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him softly but urgently, his other hand in your hair holding you close.
Carrying you to the bedroom you had many memories of, he placed you gently on the bed, hovering over you, having your face cupped in his large hands.
“I missed this.” His confession tugged on your heartstrings and you sighed softly.
“Me too…” you hummed, there was no point to deny it.
“Really?” His thumb brushed under your eye.
“Yes.” You breathed out, staring into his eyes.
“Give me a sec. I’ll check on our tigress and I’ll be back.” He pecked your nose and quickly got off you to get into the bedroom of your daughter.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, dazzled by the faint smell of his scent that was lingering through the air. It was a bad idea. You’re gonna regret it. But for tonight you decided to put your worries to the side.
Brendon peeked through the door, finding your daughter sleeping soundly, without any doubt of her waking up soon.
He was back in no time, closing the door behind him, locking them with a soft click.
Then he turned around to take a look at you just lying there, waiting for him quietly.
Taking a few steps to the edge of the bed, he climbed on top of it, his weight dipping into the mattress, overwhelming you with his huge presence.
With a hitch of your breath, you reached out to his shirt, bringing him closer to kiss him. Brendon melted into your mouth, a soft whimper escaping his throat.
His hand worked its way under your shirt, touching your hot skin on your side, causing you to flinch in excitement.
“Still so sensitive…” he muttered in between the kisses and you giggled.
Helping him out of his shirt, you admired his torso, he was so muscular, even more now than before. Your mouth was absolutely drooling over the sight of him.
Brendon noticed, a cocky smirk lifting the curves of his lips.
“Like what you see?” His hands were working at the hem of your bra.
“You know I do.” You bit your lip with a redness in your face.
He was starting to grow impatient with how many layers of clothes you had on. His eagerness almost ripped your shirt when he pulled it over your head, your bra hastily pushed to the side, revealing one of your breasts. Being like a hungry beast, he leaned down, grasping your chest into his hands, playing and kissing you.
Your back arched with a small gasp escaping your throat.
Erection strained his sweatpants, his hips buckling into yours, you could feel how much he wanted you.
“Bren, please… don’t tease…” you whimpered, fingers running through his hair.
“You’re straightforward as always…” he muttered, his tongue trailing down your abdomen, his hands already pulling down your pants along with your underwear.
Almost losing his breath when he spotted how soaked you were, he waited no more and delved into your velvet folds, tasting your aching pussy, giving you those kitten licks he knew you loved.
“Fuck…” you yelped, eyes wide.
“Shhh… can’t wake up our little one.” A mischievous smile flashed across his lips.
You only huffed, brows falling down in frustration.
Getting up on his knees he took off his sweatpants and you were in absolute awe when he revealed he’s not wearing any underwear.
“You’re unbelievable, Brendon.”
Your voice made his cock twitch, his size matched him so fucking well, you started to wonder if he’s gonna fit after that long time.
Giving himself a few strokes, precum dripped down his foreskin, you breathed out with the urge of running your tongue through it.
“I need you so badly, darling… I’m so hard, it’s painful.” He groaned, and you reached with your hand to get a hold on him, sitting up in the process. The way he stood tall on his knees was perfect for you to be face to face with his tip. Licking your lips, you watched your hand pumping him softly, trembling with joy.
“Not gonna last like this…” he placed his hand over yours, stopping you midstroke.
Lifting your gaze to look up at him, he could feel the rush through his balls at how sexy you looked.
“Can I… give it a little taste?” You asked, not caring about his answer, kissing the underside of his cock, making him twitch and grunt.
“Jesus Christ…” Brendon was so down for you, moaning pathetically when you finally wrapped your lips around his shaft.
Caressing the top of your head, it was like a sign that was saying good girl.
You already regretted your decision, because your jaw was at its limits while you weren’t even halfway through his length. A soft gagging sounds vibrated through him and he was holding back the instinct of slamming into your throat immediately.
“S-stop, darling— stop…” he rushed you to pull away from him and you listened, a trail of saliva was the only thing connecting you to his dick when you took a deep breath, tears were pricking in your eyes.
“Bren…” you whimpered.
“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have to… let’s enjoy ourselves, shall we, hm?” He patted your cheek with a wide smile, of course he loved to see you like this, ruined and needy, but this wasn’t the point of the night.
Reaching for a pack of condoms, he took one and swiftly pulled it down his size.
You were trembling with the heat you felt between your legs.
“On your back and your legs up.” He commanded and you obeyed.
Moving his absurdly huge body to navigate his tip to your folds felt unreal. Rubbing his length through your slick lips and then smoothly pushing through your walls of heaven? Brendon almost passed out from how you hugged him immediately, sucking him in in the most delicious way.
On the other hand, you gripped your thighs, eyes wide and you wanted to look down, between your bodies. A shriek left your mouth, when you felt the stretch, it was becoming unbearable.
“Oh, can you feel this?” Brendon huffed out, his hands pressing your legs to your chest, to make you even more breathless.
“Bren— I can’t—“ you choked out a desperate moan.
“You can take it, shhh…” he murmured, slamming back into you, your insides loosening a little, but still you could feel him even in your throat.
“I wish you could see how you look right now…” thrusting into you, he tried to talk, but the way you were clenching with need was exhausting him from doing so.
“Bren—“ you were moaning his name like a prayer, bodies doing all those slick lewd sounds as you were covered in sweat along with your juices of arousal. The bed was creaking, the danger of waking up your daughter was high, but somehow none of you could waste a breath to think about it.
His weight pushed you into the mattress more, he was pressed down onto you, each thrust knocking the breath out of your lungs.
You tried to reach to his back, but you had strength to make it to his shoulders where you grazed his skin with your nails.
Brendon held your fluttering gaze, he noticed how you were fighting your consciousness.
“Eyes on me, baby. Come on, don’t run from it, darling.” He whispered through his gritted teeth, his balls slapping your ass.
“Shit, Brendon— I—“
He could see how you were surprised by the intensity of your climax. It came out of nowhere, hard.
Milking his cock to the oblivion, he wasn’t strong enough to resist and he faltered in his movements, spilling his precious pearly cream into you through the latex barrier that was in between your sexes.
Having his hands at your sides to hold himself up, he was shaking, his muscles slowly giving up. Carefully he slipped out of you, passing beside you to catch a breath, while you stared into the ceiling.
“Jesus, Brendon, what have we done…” you chuckled from the afterglow of the release.
Cupping your cheek, he brought you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you.
“I missed this…” he breathed out into your hair, his nose nuzzling into your temple.
You snuggled closer, enjoying the way he smelled just right. Like he was yours.
“We have to figure it out between us… I can’t lose you again.” Brendon was staring into your eyes, the depth of his own was maddening.
The reality dawned on you, this was a mistake.
But…
You didn’t regret it.
Not with him.
It was meant to be.
“Okay.” You mumbled, pressing your head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat, praying for this moment to never end.
🦈
Once you made it to the bathroom, you were barely able to stand, Brendon helped you. You also noticed your pussy leaking with something and you scooped a little bit on your fingers.
He had his attention on his now softened dick, pulling down the used condom.
“Brendon…” your scared, faltering voice brought his glance at you.
“Babe…” he was breathless when he inspected the plastic thing being broken and that fluid on your fingers was his cum.
You just stared at yourselves, silence thick in the room.
It was exactly like that moment years ago before you fell pregnant with your daughter.
summary: through your five years of residency at PTMC, you grew to hate Jack Abbot with all your might. Robby makes sure you come to terms with him, all of it having an unexpected turn as he sends you both to the medical conference in Washington.
warnings: 18+, undisclosed age gap, smut, unprotected sex (plan b mentioned), oral (f receiving), creampie, brief breeding kink, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, curse words, alcohol consumption
word count: 4.8k
“He clearly doesn’t like me, Michael.” You huffed, adjusting the stethoscope around your neck.
Michael Robinavitch was your mentor and also a best friend. You worked together for almost five years after you moved to Pittsburgh. And you were one of the few people who actually called him by his first name.
Robby looked through some papers on the chart, humming underneath his breath, his reading glasses hanging low.
“You are not listening.” You rolled your eyes, walking over to the nurse station, looking through a chart.
Dana glared up at you, shaking her head with a little smile.
“Arguing with Robby again?”
You straightened your back a little and huffed. “I would call it an exchange of opinions.”
Day and night shifts met for a quick briefing, Robby standing tall and serious. You were beside Mel, who looked anxious as always, stealing occasional looks at Langdon who were unusually smiley.
Then your eyes flicked to the opposite, to who dared to stand beside your partner in crime. Jack Abbot with his arrogant and cocky energy.
You scrunched your nose and he caught your stare, giving you a lopsided smile. He always enjoyed teasing you and you never held back.
“So, the thing is there’s this medical conference next week and I have to pick two of us who will represent the PTMC there.” Robby started, he wasn’t a fan of those events so you knew exactly he won’t be attending. You crossed your arms over your chest, curiosity took over your brain and you thought about who he should pick.
Frank raised his hand. “I’ll go. I think I’m pretty capable of doing so.”
Robby shook his head no. “No. I already made my choice.” And his gaze ended up on you. Oh no. Oh no. You knew where this was going.
Inhaling sharply, you were about to speak when he pointed at your figure adding: “You and Abbot.”
Jack raised his brows in surprise, but then his expression changed into an amused one, flashing a smirk at you. “Oh, funny.”
“You can’t be serious, Michael.” You growled, anger fuelling your body.
“That’s my final decision. I expect you two to behave like the professionals you are.” Robby dismissed the meeting, others already whispering and giggling.
You stomped on your feet, walking towards him all the while Jack still stood beside him.
“I won’t go.”
Robby scribbled something onto a paper, clipping it onto a chart not caring about your words.
“Come on. Don’t be silly.” Jack chuckled.
“I’m not talking to you.” You shot him a death glare and he just shook his head.
Michael lifted his gaze to look at you, being all so serious. You know it's just a bullshit facade.
“I’m giving you a chance to solve this— this something, which I don’t understand what is, between you two. Talk it out, spend some time together, I don’t know, but don’t come back from that conference with unresolved issues you have with yourselves.” And he was gone for a patient that just came through.
The way you were pissed off was unbelievably bad. Jack crossed his arms over his chest.
“Well, I won’t be easy on you, so you better get ready.”
“Go fuck yourself.” You scoffed, trying to find yourself a useful thing to do, you decided to go triage.
Arriving into the hotel you were staying in Washington was another kind of shock.
After neverending bickering through the flight, you were excited to get some peace in your hotel room.
Only to find out there was a mistake with your booking and you ended up in the same room as your rival.
One bed
Your worst nightmare, sharing the most intimate space with this unbelievable man.
Jack shook his head when he put his suitcase against the wall, taking another glance at the bed as if he was able to divide it into two.
“Robby, you piece of shit…” he muttered, but you heard it, shooting him an annoyed look.
“I will kill that man, with my bare HANDS.” You were livid, pacing at the window.
“Calm down, it’s okay. This bed is fucking huge, so there’s plenty space for us both.” He was amused.
“I don’t care what you think, Abbot. I’m getting my own room.” You were determined.
Casually, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. “You heard the receptionist. There’s no other room, because they’re overbooked. Everybody is here for the medical conference. So be a professional and suck it up.”
You hated how he was right.
Jack was unbelievably gentle, standing tall beside you, chest puffed with pride when you spoke with other people representing the medical field. He took in how you were glowing while talking about things you loved.
When sitting at the table, you circled the leg of the champagne flute, watching it with an empty look.
“You don’t fancy alcohol?” His voice got you out of your mind.
“Not much.” You murmured, taking a glance at the speaker on the podium.
Jack was listening to everything that was said, massaging his thigh above the prosthesis, it was one of those days he felt utterly exhausted by that damn thing.
You didn’t care, trying to mind your own business, making some notes.
But Jack couldn’t help but steal occasional glances at your figure, the dress you were wearing was really enhancing you, as if you were born to wear that fabric. Clearing his throat, he shook his head to get back to his line of thinking.
You noticed he was staring, but said nothing, because you were already exhausted from dealing with him before, so there wasn’t a point in losing any more time with him. But you had to admit that he looked damn good in that suit, that white shirt under his blazer was really something, with those two buttons undone from the top revealing a little of his greyish chest hair. Swallowing hard, you felt your throat becoming dry, so this was the time you gulped the champagne.
Staying for the dinner and some evening chat with other doctors, one of them flirting with you, Jack decided he had enough and he excused himself to go back to the hotel room. His leg was bothering him to the limits the same as that damn young doctor trying to impress you with his successes through internships.
“Jesus Christ, what the hell?” You huffed when you arrived at the hotel room, a little tipsy, spotting a prosthetic leg casually resting against the wall near the bedside table.
Jack lifted his gaze lazily from the tv show he was watching, already tucked in the spacious bed.
“Scared by an innocent part of a leg? Get a grip.” He scoffed, but there was that sarcastic undertone you couldn’t unhear.
“Pff… I don’t have limbs scattered across my flat, so…” you rolled your eyes, trying to take off your heels, but it was already a struggle given to your tired state.
He noticed your fight with the tiny straps and he sat up on the bed. “Come here, you clumsy thing.”
And you did, landing on your ass on the edge of the bed and he gestured for you to lift your leg up so he could reach for it. Once his large hands wrapped around your ankle, your guts did a flip, the one you didn’t expect.
Jack was focused on the small fastening that was stuck. With the surgical precision he undid it and relieved your foot from the tight grip of the heel.
Then you lifted your other leg and he did the same. Now you had your legs on his lap and he ran his fingers over the curves of your insteps, pressing a little into the marks from the straps.
“You should consider stopping wearing those damn heels. Not good for your feet and back.” His voice soothed something in the depths of your soul, you started to melt under his skilled touch.
“Keep it to yourself, doctor Abbot.” You muttered and moved down to rest on your elbows, the dress hanging on your figure, your skin growing annoyed of the fabric.
Jack let out a soft chuckle, pressing his thumb to your sole causing you to groan in utter satisfaction.
“Fucking hell…” a soft mutter escaped your lips, your head falling back with a deep sigh.
“I know what I’m doing.”
The way he massaged your feet was astounding and embarrassingly great. You thought that you could never admit this to Robby. Ever.
“Sure you do…”
Jack hummed, tracing your ankle with his thumb. “I have an idea. Go take a shower and I’ll massage your feet even more, you can fall asleep comfortably. Hm?”
You turned your head back to stare at him in disbelief, awaiting something mischievous behind it but his face was soft and full of honesty.
“Okay.” You whispered softly, getting off the bed, already missing his warm touch. Collecting your toiletry bag and pajamas, you disappeared into the bathroom.
After a while you were out, fresh as a daisy, a tired expression written all over your face. A scent of your shampoo hit his nose and he cleared his throat.
Climbing into the bed under the sheets, you lay your head on the pillow, looking up at how he was seated against the headboard.
“Were you serious or you were making fun of me?”
Jack patted his lap again, your legs moving instinctively towards him and he moved a little closer to you for you to be more comfortable. You could smell him, feel the heat radiating from his body, but you didn’t feel nervous or scared. It brought you peace and comfort.
“Is this okay?” He asked for your permission in a low tone, giving you a concerned look.
You nodded, eyes closing as he massaged your feet gently.
For you it was a very intimate act. And with your sworn enemy?
“Thank you.” Your murmur was barely heard, but he caught it, smiling to himself, working on your toes.
“I would take care of you every day if you were mine.” Jack sighed into the silence of the room, while you were already out, deeply asleep.
The first sunrays peeked through the curtains of the hotel room, having you stirring in the bed. Something heavy was draped over your upper body, heat radiating at your back. A soft hum of approval escaped your mouth, but then you opened your eyes slowly, confused a little.
Jack had his arm draped over you, holding you close to his chest while his breath trickled your hair on your neck as he was still asleep.
Your mind yelled at you to jump out of the bed immediately, but you decided to shift a little, your stare taking in his skin.
Counting the freckles on his forearm, you actually felt good, safe even.
Until you felt another thing poking into your back, blush was creeping up your cheeks.
“Jack. Hey. We have to get up.” You tried to gently nudge him but all he did was wrap his arms around you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck, exhaling heavily.
“A few more minutes, baby…” he hummed, grinding his hips into you.
Eyes wide you jumped out of the bed, heart thumping in your chest. “Abbot. Wake up, you dang idiot!” Your voice surely caused him to open his eyes lazily, looking at you and then he shifted to lay on his back.
“What’s the rush, huh?” His voice was hoarse and now you could see clearly the tent formed between his legs.
“Jesus Christ, you have no decency.” You huffed, grabbing your clothes to disappear into the bathroom.
Jack peeked under the cover to seek his morning wood only to grin. “That’s a sign my body is working well.”
Doing your skincare, you still felt the ache in your lower belly, the one that you desperately tried to keep at bay with your own skilled hands. There’s no way you would want to have sex with your enemy. No.
Maybe… a little. Yeah. No.
You shook your head and once being ready, you fled out of the bathroom, taking a glance at him with the corner of your eye.
Jack struggled to put on his leg, grunting and cursing under his breath.
“Need a hand?” You were all sarcastic but in your mind you pitied this man.
“Actually, yeah.” He ran a hand through his messy grey curls and you put down your phone, walking to him. Jack noticed you’re wearing a dress, again, but this time it was a nice summer one with flowers on it.
“You look good.” He hummed out and you just got onto your knees completely ignoring him as you focused on the task and that was clasping his leg on where it has to be.
“Tell me what to do?” You lifted your gaze and you caught his expression. Sucking in a breath he got out of the trance, showing you exactly what he needed help with.
You nodded, trying your best, your dainty fingers helping but that prosthetic bitch had its own mind.
“Shit…” you cursed and Jack propped himself back on his hands.
“Fuck. I hate this.”
You sat back on your heels, taking in his frustrated expression and your eyes wandered down south.
“Abbot, are you fucking kidding me?” You breathed out at the sight of his erection again.
His gaze fell down and he smirked a little.
“Well, you're on your knees…”
Your eyes went wide, mouth open agape when you wanted to insult him but your brain was numb. You could use some relief, a man hasn’t touched you in ages.
“You're an unbelievable asshole.”
“Really? Then why are you blushing? Why are you so flushed, princess?” He mocked you and you noticed his dick twitching in his shorts.
Acting more on instinct, you managed to rip your panties off you and throwing them at him with annoyed grunt. Catching them swiftly, he brought them to his nose, inhaling your sweet scent.
“Guess we’re gonna need to prolong our stay.” His voice was suddenly so deep.
Your hands grabbed his thighs, a longing sigh escaping your mouth. “How do we play this out?”
Jack was still mesmerised by the piece of fabric that used to hug your pussy, but he gave you a look full of lust.
“Robby wants us to get our frustrations out. So, use me. Ride me. Whatever you like. Because I know you’re secretly thinking about all the things you’d do to me.” His body leaned closer to where you kneeled, whispering against your lips as his fingers tipped your chin. You were like a moth caught by the flame, your lips parted slightly, trembling, you were needy as hell.
Not giving you time to speak, he captured your lips in some kinda soft kiss, like testing the waters if you’re gonna kiss him back. And you waited no more. Literally jumping onto him, you wrapped your legs around his hips, his one hand keeping you steady in place while the other was a little behind him to not fall on his back.
“Eager girl.” He muttered in between kisses, gasping when he felt you grinding against his groin.
“Can you shut up for a moment?” You breathed out heavily, arms around his neck, staring into his eyes.
“Never.”
That goddamn smirk that was driving you crazy.
“I hate you.” You gritted through your teeth, your hand traveling down between your bodies, into his shorts to finally take a hold of his girth. And holy shit, girl, your hand suddenly felt very small.
Jack could see it in your eyes, the surprise and warmth of your arousal when you found out how blessed he actually was.
“So, what are we saying?” His hand casually fell down to the curve of your ass, underneath the soft fabric of your dress.
“I’m not gonna praise your cock.” You huffed, palming him, trying not to salivate at how much you wanted to have your mouth stuffed with him. But you won’t give him that satisfaction. Not yet.
Being so focused on that, you almost didn’t notice his hand on your ass moving towards your pussy, his fingers smearing in your wetness.
“Oh, ohhh…” you jolted forward into his chest, whining in process.
“Jesus, love, I think we both need me to be inside you soon as possible, hm?” Jack was starting to get frustrated, expecting you to be more denying as usual but you nodded fast and shifted your hips to navigate his tip to your aching folds. All that while you were holding his gaze, you were shaking at the anticipation and he helped you with both his hands to guide you down.
Once his cock started to stretch through your velvet walls, your eyes rolled back into your skull, mouth letting out a loud gasp, your consciousness faltering slowly.
“Easy, baby, easy… fuck, you’re so tight.” He got you, slowly getting you lower and lower on his length, biting his lip to hold back the pathetic moan at how you clenched around him heavenly.
After a while, you were sitting fully on him, his shaft being swallowed whole by your hungry pussy and you held onto him tight, like you didn’t want to fall off. You didn’t even have a single thought to talk.
“So this is what it gets for you to finally be quiet, huh?” His arm holding you close on his lap, while his other hand reached out to brush a strand of your hair from your face to look at you, to note how you were out of your mind, so pliant and soft.
Then it struck him that you were still wearing that dress and he pushed the straps down your shoulders to reveal your breasts. Licking his lips, he then took your right nipple into his mouth, giving it a proper care, sucking it as if there was no tomorrow.
“J-Jack…” you whimpered, losing your mind through being full by him.
Trailing his way up your neck to your ear, he chuckled smugly. “Come on, baby girl, ride me.”
Lifting your hips, you slammed back, over and over, his hands gripping your hips to help you with your moves.
Face flushed, eyes rolled back, you couldn’t breathe from how much you loved the moment. He was absolutely perfect for you, matching your desire, holding you exactly how you expected from a man.
Sweat formed on your forehead, hair sticking to it, you were riding this man with all your might. And he was there, for you, watching you, without any biting remark, he was enjoying himself too.
Suddenly he stopped you, halting you fully onto his cock. You inhaled sharply, mind dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but you noticed his trembling lower lip, his features tight.
“Huh?”
“I’m gonna come, sweetheart, and–” you interrupted him.
“Don’t care. Gonna take a plan b. Just fucking fill me, Abbot.” ah, there it was, the fire in your eyes was back.
Something dark flashed across his gaze and he nodded. Quickly, he moved you on the bed, flat on stomach, and he did his best to climb on you, slapping your ass gently.
Settling between your ass cheeks, he rubbed his dick through your folds, only to fill you again. It was really hard for him to keep his balance, so he leaned forwards onto his hands.
Your hands gripped the sheets, drooling into the fabric, muffling your moans as he pounded into your relentlessly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh baby, oh…” he whimpered, it was like music to your ears and finally you felt his dick twitching with release, his thick cum coating your inner walls.
Breathing heavily, you buried your face into the mattress when Jack collapsed onto your back, peppering your bare shoulder in kisses.
“So good for me…” whispering, it gave you shivers.
“Fuck you…” you mumbled and he chuckled.
Jack carefully slid out of you, body still thrumming with post orgasmic flow, and his strong hand flipped you onto your back.
Gasping in surprise, you stared at him when he moved between your legs, laying on his stomach, one of his hands settled on your hip and the other cupped your ruined pussy. He was mesmerised by the way his precious frosting dripped out of you. Carefully, he scooped a little by his fingers, only to push it back into you, causing you to whine in overstimulation.
“Shhh… I almost forgot about you, how wrong of me…” he darted out his tongue and licked a long stripe to your clit, all the while his fingers were curling in your clenching cunt.
“Jack… please—“ you moaned, face frowned and eyes full of tears.
“What is it, baby?” He held you in place, noticing how your hips tried to escape from him even though you ached to come.
“T-too much—“ you gasped when he latched onto your clit with his lips, suckling sounds filling the room and your eyes went wide.
“Fuck— gonna kill you—“ it was all you had to say when your hands flew to his hair, to tug it rough, making him grunt into your core.
“Of course.” His voice vibrated your folds to the point you were going crazy, your pussy making all those lewd sounds of arousal.
Then he let go of you, blowing a little air onto your petal, chuckling at your squirming figure. Pulling out his fingers, having them coated with a mix of your juices and his cum, he propped himself onto his hand to bring them to your lips.
You shook your head no, brows furrowing in annoyance.
“Open your mouth. I want you to taste us.” His voice was commanding and you let out a shuddered breath. You were a mess, you wanted to come already, to be over with it, but you had to play his game.
Holding his gaze, you obeyed, parting your lips and he waited no more, pushing his fingers onto your tongue. Inhaling sharply, your tongue swirled eagerly, moaning quietly at how intoxicating taste it was.
Jack grinned victoriously, getting back to your painfully edged cunt, delving his fingers back into your depths.
“Look at you, taking me so well, who would have thought that you’re such a good girl. So fucking good. Mhm… come on… give it to me, all you have is mine, princess…”
The way he talked, you couldn’t take it, your body screaming in utmost pleasure and pain from the overwhelming sensations.
“You’d be so hot being round and soft with my baby. You were made to be filled by me…” he continued and you were bewildered by this and you shot him a shocked glare.
“Stop— don’t say— holy— Jack!”
But it was all you needed to actually reach your highest of the high, coming around his fingers, sucking him tight with your velvet walls.
Jack laughed softly, feeling so proud that his little talk made you come hard.
Giving your pussy a soft tap, he moved to lay beside you, enjoying your panting breaths, grinning how ruined you looked, sweaty and done.
Fingers grazed their way between your breasts to your neck, ending up on your jaw.
“You’re beautiful like this.”
Turning your head to look at him, you let out a sigh.
“Don’t start with this…”
“I’m just saying what’s true.” His features softened while caressing your cheek.
You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment. You wanted to savour every possible second of it.
“Robby can’t know about this.” You shot your eyes open with an amused expression.
Jack was smug, running his hand through the strands of your damp hair.
“He’s gonna be so nosy. Prepare for it.”
A soft laugh slipped past your lips, you were staring into the ceiling.
“Thank you.”
He cocked his brow. “For what?”
“Good fuck?” You looked at him again.
“Anytime.” He shrugged and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for his leg. This time he put it on the right way.
“Motherfucker.” He cursed under his breath and then he turned to see you over his shoulder.
“You have to get yourself cleaned up. I can help.” He offered you his hand and you took it without any hesitation. Still having your dress scrunched up around your waist you took it off and walked to the bathroom with him.
Jack grabbed a towel to clean himself quickly, not bothering about anything else and then he gestured for you to step under the spray of hot water.
While you were cleaning your skin he watched you intently, leaning against the vanity counter until he sat down on the closed lid of the toilet.
After you stepped out, wrapped into a fluffy towel, you let out a sigh of relief. His hand suddenly reached out for yours, bringing you to stand between his open legs.
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I’m not a man like this.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles.
That took you aback. “I… Jack…”
“Sorry, I… I just want you to know that I didn’t hate you. I don’t hate you. You captivated me from the moment you entered that damn hospital in Pittsburgh. You and your attitude just didn’t give me much choice.” He chuckled and his words tugged on your chest.
You placed a hand on his shoulder and he lifted his gaze to meet your eyes.
“I was so irritated by your cocky behaviour, I knew men like you. But… it appears that I didn’t know you at all.” Your hand moved to his cheek, cupping it.
A shaky breath went through his mouth. “You’re so insufferable, you can’t imagine.”
Rolling your eyes, you squeezed his hand instinctively. “Oh believe me. I can.”
“So, I suggest we come back and take it easy. No rush. We have to be careful around others on our shifts. What do you think?” Jack stood up, flinching a little, shifting his leg, but still holding your hand.
“Sounds good to me.” You nodded with a smile, while he leaned forward to press a kiss against your forehead.
“Let’s get you that morning after pill.”
A day shift was in full swing when about three in the afternoon Jack clocked in and his eyes were searching for you through the space.
You were on a case with Robby, finished with the patient to be sent to the OR.
Taking off your bloodied gloves, you huffed at something Robby was talking about behind you.
“Yeah, clearly I’m not in the best shape, okay?”
Robby noticed Jack standing at the computer at the nurse station, already watching you both. “Well, maybe you should think about switching for the night since you warmed up with our daddy one leg.” The last three words he whispered near you to tease you and you smacked his arm.
“Fuck you, Michael.”
“Ah, so, I’m not wrong with my assumption, huh?” He followed after you, when you hurried towards the charts.
“What’s the hush?” Jack smirked, taking a slow step forward Robby, who was eyeing him with amusement.
“Michael here just called you the daddy one leg.” You wiggled your brows in amusement, sipping coffee from your cup.
Jack feigned a little gasp, placing a hand on his chest. “You just hurt me, a war veteran, an amputee, Robby.”
Robby just scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief, a wide grin spread across his face. “I’m just trying to find what’s behind this little alliance you two made all of sudden. What the fuck happened at that conference, hm?”
Both you and Jack met with your gazes, but he decided to speak. “Well, you said we have to discuss the shit between us, and we sorted it out, case closed. What’s the matter with that?”
“That you both almost bit your head off and all of sudden you’re cooperating without a fuss. It’s weirdly hard to believe that you just discussed it out.” Robby bounced on his feet, irritation evident from his voice as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his scrubs.
“Get out of your head, Michael. You’re spending too much time there.” You chuckled at your own joke, Jack trying so hard to not laugh.
Later that day, when you were about to clock out of your shift, you stood beside Dana, who was scribbling something down, staring through her readers. Robby was discussing a case with Ellis and Shen who arrived just in time to relieve the day’s, while Jack stood close to them, somehow watching you again.
“So, what’s he like in bed, huh?” Dana nudged your arm, looking in the direction where Jack stood.
You bit the inside of your cheek with a little sigh. “Unbelievable, Dana. Fucking unbelievable…”
jack abbot can't stop the way his brows are furrowing. he doesn't have a wife, but he does have someone he hopes to someday make his wife.
you. the realisation dawns on him like that.
its probably something simple. you miss him or something. he's rarely on the day shift and he knows how much it disrupts your routine when he's not there.
you need to speak to your daddy, thats it.
"thanks, princess, ill go call her."
he disappears to the ambulance bay in an odd moment of serenity in the ED. his wife. thats what you've said on the phone. a secret wish that belonged to the ring stuffed in his underwear drawer that you've just exposed to the world.
jack stands out in the ambulance bay, staring at robby's stupid motorbike. he pulled his phone from his pocket and clicks on your contact.
you pick up immediately. "jack!" you shriek and he's immediately worried.
"what is it, sweetheart?"
"I can't get out of the-" you scream again. "there's a spider!"
and jack pauses. he doesn't want to laugh, but its so hard to keep a straight face. he clears his throat, as if that'll help him compose himself. "where's the spider, sweetheart?"
"it's in the doorway!" you scream again. "daddy im scared."
and he can hear the genuine fear in your voice. this isn't silly to you. its a small spider, and you're terrified.
"okay baby, listen to me," he says and sits on the wall, bracing his hand on his knee. "you know the cup our toothbrushes are in?" he asks. there's silence and jack can only assume you've nodded. "dump our toothbrushes put and put the cup over the spider."
there's a little bit of commotion, your toothbrushes hitting the counter. but then, jack hears nothing. "i can't, daddy," you say and jack thinks you’re gonna start crying again.
"you can baby. just put it down carefully and it'll keep the spider contained until I get home."
"can you come home now?"
your voice breaks and jack feels his heart breaking with it. his sweet girl, you should never feel this scared.
"soon, baby," he answers as Dana joins him, cigarette in hand. she side eyes him, but jack keeps going. "put the cup on, step over it and go hide in the bedroom."
you sniffle. "can you stay on the line while I do it?"
"of course, baby," he says and hears you exhale. "just gotta be quick, okay?"
you give a quiet okay. Jack stays on the line with you while you put the glass over the spider. he tells you he's proud of you when you cheer and step over it.
"I gotta get back to work, baby," he says. "ill be home soon. love you."
"love you," you say back and end the call.
Dana looks at him, eyebrows raised. her way of asking what that was all about.
"my wife is scared of spiders," jack says and heads back inside.
