(smut) dbf! jack abbot- this is lowkey a wild ask so it's completely up to you if you want to write it or not but... like soft smut where reader is scared of pelvic floor exams. asked jack about pain with penetration and he said he'd examine them if they wanted that. time passes before reader finally agrees, jack coming over to their apartment- let's just say it ends with stubble burns against their thighs.
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⥠DBF!JACK ABBOT AU M.LIST
As you had gotten older, you allowed your yearly pelvic exam to come and go. Sometimes you would get the courage to make the appointment and tell yourself this year youâre gonna do it. Youâre gonna face the music, anxiety be damned and go get checked out. Then as it inched closer and closer to the date you chicken out and cancel.
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You were beyond scared of getting one. You knew exactly why too, losing your virginity had not been nearly as fun as all your friends made it out to be, sex hurt. When you told your girlfriends this they looked at you a little funny and asked maybe he didnât do it right, it wasnât exactly supposed to be painful, not the whole time anyway. So you did a few experiments of your own, cause maybe they were right and the guy just i donât know did it wrong?
You bought a toy, a not too big but average to smaller sized dildo, online as going in store was too much to handle. And one night when your college roommates were out, you tried using it but it hurt just the same, you even tired just using your fingers but that wasnât much better. From then on for years, you avoided sex as much as you could. All subsequent boyfriends who managed to persuade you into it just told you it'd be âMuch better with me trust me babyâ and it never really was.Â
When you bring it up to one of your friends again, they point something out that you had been trying to avoid thinking of. âHey, isn't one of your dads friends a doctor or something? Why havenât you asked him about it?â oh that guy. Yeah the one you are kinda a little too attracted to whoâs not just your fathers friend but his best friend, who makes your brain short circuit each time he calls you sweetheart? That one. Yeah youâd rather not talk about how sex is painful to the older man, who is the closest person to your father. You just might have to though if you ever wanna actually enjoy sex in your life.Â
When you see Jack a few days later for your dads weekly dinner night he hosts, you manage to pull him away telling your dad itâs private girly medical related questions, he shuts up shortly after that.Â
âWhat's up kid you okay?â Jack asks, concern evident in his voice. You rarely asked him anything medical and he was a bit worried youâre about to ask him how long is it normal for a woman to go without getting her period. âHowâŠâ you squeak out. Oh god here it comes. Before you start again you clear your throat. âHow um common is, you know pain during sexâŠâ the word sex leaves your lips in a meek and quiet tone, Jack tries his best not to chuckle as to not embarrass you further, but heâs happy it's not the question he was expecting. âPretty common kid, at least the first timeâ he explains calmly, his casual demeanor easing your anxiety only a bit. âAnd how about every time?â
The idea of you having sex multiple times shouldn't be making Jack's chest ache the way it is, youâre a young beautiful girl after all, he tries telling himself itâs only cause itâs apparently painful and he cares for you. This time he straightens up a bit, âif the guys arenât being rough, it's less common, it shouldnât be every timeâ he watches as your eyes go a little wide and shake your head no in response to the first half of his statement. âHave you had an exam lately kid?â This is a purely professional question so it shouldnât feel as dirty as it does coming out of his mouth.
âI um normally cancel themâ Jack can only sigh out in a bit of frustration. âYou should really get them regularly sweetheartâ he misses the way your thighs lightly squeeze together at the use of the nickname. âIâm scared sâ all, anything going um inside hurts and doctors offices only make me more nervousâ you explain. He smooths a hand over your hair, sympathy lacing his voice. âitâs okay i donât mean to make you feel bad about it kid i swearâ âHow-â he stops himself, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was debating something in his head. âWhat?â you prompt, trying your hardest to not buckle at the knees from the way heâs practically petting your head. Physical touch is a quite rare thing between you too minus a few hugs on birthdays or pats on the back. âHow about I give you one?â oh sweet jesus that sounds wrong. He clears his throat, his face a little flush now at his own words but he doesnât backtrack. âIâm a doctor, that you know, so itâs less scaryâ âNo appointment needed if that makes you more comfortableâ as you are processing his words he continues on. âI could do it at your apartment, where ever you feel most comfortableâ
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Your throat shouldn't feel as dry as it does, but the idea of Jack examining your pussy makes your head spin and slick settle between your legs a little. Maybe you should just see a regular random doctor, not one you have a wildly inappropriate crush on. You leave him with a small âThank you, I'll think about itâ and run off with the excuse of using the bathroom. You leave before Jack that night without much of any goodbye to him, he tries not to dwell on it, he really hopes he didnât upset you.
You however dwell for days on Jackâs suggestion. Without the underlying nerves you feel because of being attracted to him, it is a good idea. Youâd feel far more comfortable, maybe too comfortable being examined by him rather than a doctor you hardly know. You donât bring it up to anyone as youâre too embarrassed but you think about it for days. When you get a reminder for the last gyno appointment you were brave enough to make, you cancel it without another thought and text Jack.Â
All he does is thumbs up your message but for the next few hours you are anxious as all hell while waiting for him to knock on your door. You had given yourself the time both to calm down but also clean your apartment. Even though he was literally coming over to give you a vaginal exam and wouldn't care what your place looked like, you wanted it to be neat. Even if this was going to be probably the weirdest event in your life to date.
You are startled out of your train of thought by a knock at the door, you glance at the clock â 3pm exactly. Damn older men and their punctuality or was it a doctor thing? Shaking your head you nervously make your way to open the door, greeting Jack with a little awkward wave. He chuckles softly, the sound calming you as you step back from the open door to invite him in. âItâll be alright, iâll be gentle kidâ his voice runs over your skin leaving behind goosebumps. You donât know what youâre more nervous over, the expected pain of the actual examination or, the idea of Jack's hands on you, his fingers in you.Â
Without wasting much time Jack settled into a semi professional but still comforting balance as he puts down the small bag of stuff he needs on the floor of your living room. You appreciate his effectiveness, as he tells you to sit on your couch facing him. You listen and watch as he sits on top of your coffee table. âThis will be a little awkward because we are here and not a hospital, so I don't have a few things sweetheartâ he starts to explain. âThe no gown wonât be too hard, you have a skirt on so if you could just take off your underwear i can have access without-â he paused a moment as if thinking âleaving you too indisposedâ the way he snaps a pair of blue latex gloves on shouldnât be making as wet as it is, fuck.Â
âCan-â you stutter out, your face hot but he seems to pick up on what youâre asking, nodding softly he turns his head away to give you some semblance of privacy. Bunching up your skirt you hook your fingers into the waistband of your slightly soaked panties and pull them down your legs. You kick them under the coffee table so theyâre out of sight and tap Jack on the shoulder, he shakes his head softly at your shyness before turning to face you again.Â
âPut your feet up either side of me on the table, wonât be the same as stirrups but close enoughâ tugging at the end of your skirt to cover yourself a bit more you do as he says and place your feet up flat on the low table. He adjusts them slightly, grabbing your foot one at a time and slides them a bit so they are more half off not so far back. âScooh more to the edge of the couch kid, lean back ân tilt your hips up a lil more fâ meâ the way you listen so well to Jack has him smiling softly at you and muttering out a small âAtta girlâÂ
He pressed lightly around on your abdomen through your shirt and skirt, eyes glued to your face gauging your reactions. âNo pain or tenderness when I do this, right?â when you shake your head no he stops. âMy hand is gonna go under your skirt for a second okay?â your face grows hotter and you nod, your voice has yet to find you again but so far nods are an effective enough communication with him. He reaches down between your legs but only presses around again, this time he is much closer to your pussy but he remains on the outside, pressing over the mound of it and on your pubic bone. âNo pain?â Once again your head shakes side to side. His hand pulls away, your eyes follow his movements as he reaches down to grab a small bottle out of his bag.
He holds it but doesnât do anything with it yet, his eyes find yours again âThis next part i have to put my fingers inside, that okay sweetheart?â you gulp softly, nodding yes slowly as your nervousness grows again. âThatâs the part that us- usually hurtsâ you explain in a small voice. Itâs Jack's turn to nod now, "Penetration?â you let out a âmhmâ in agreeance as he squeezes the clear substance onto his pointer finger. âThis is lube to make it easier and Iâll go slow, only one fingerâ his other hand reaches around your leg to touch the back of your calf, rubbing soothing lines up and down the muscle. âIf youâre relaxed it might not be as painfulâ he explains, waiting on your go ahead before reaching down under your skirt once again.Â
Pushing his lube coated index finger through your folds the tip of it finds your entrance, he gauges your face, when you nod again he proceeds by pushing it inside.Â
Your sharp intake of air makes him stop once only the first bend of his finger is inside. âCome on, relax fâ me sweetheartâ his low honey dipped voice makes your body go a bit lax, he inches his finger forward again and when you show no sign of pain he goes all the way til it's completely inside. âHowâs that kid?â he sounds as breathless as you feel but you try to ignore it. âA little painâ you squeak out. âGive it a second, relax and it might go awayâ
âDonât know how to relax moreâ you whine out, the sound going straight down Jackâs spine and up again, he shivers a bit and wills it away before it travels further south. âIâm gonna try somethingâŠdo you trust me sweetheart?â youâre already nodding again in response before he fully finishes his question.Â
Bringing his thumb up he parts the lips of your pussy til it finds your clit. You gasp out and slightly scare him, âThat hurt?â âNo no mâ sorry surprised me is allâ you mumble out, biting your lip to hold in any more noises from getting free, like an accidental moan. Jesus christ why did you think this was a good idea again? If you had to bet youâd say you were soaking his gloved finger, even with the sting you felt from it inside, it felt good at the same time. You never even reached this type of feeling with your own fingers.
His thumb on your clit presses down lightly and starts rubbing in circles, you let out a small little sigh that makes Jack smirk a bit. âThere you go honey, come onâ âUn-tense your shouldersâ your body listens almost instantaneously âGood girlâ you canât help the whimper that comes out at his words, he doesnât say anything in response. âFeel any better?â he prompts, his eyes remain on your face, no matter how bad he wants to peek under your skirt to watch the way your little bud twitches under his touch. âMhmm a bitâ you answer softly, trying to push away the odd feeling bubbling up in the pit of your stomach.Â
âCan I put in another finger, weâll see how that feels?â he whispers, he definitely has enough information that he thinks he knows whatâs wrong already but you donât need to know that. âYeahâ you pant out, shaking your head a little too eagerly, if Jack notices he doesnât say a word. With ease his middle slips in alongside his pointer, his thumb still circling your clit. âNo pain honey?â the motion of your head once again answers his question. âWanna try something elseâŠcan I move my fingers sweetheart?âÂ
âPleaseâ you plead, head to fuzzy to care how desperate you sound. Slowly pulling his fingers back he watches your face as he pistons them back in, repeating the motion. âThat feel good?â âMhm no pain, fuck! feels really goodâ you whine out, your hips now bucking up against his fingers. He speeds up, still waiting to see if it hurts or if you stop him. âJackâ you moan out, his cock throbs in response.Â
âYeah kid?â âNeed- Mmâ you cut yourself off, pinching your lips in a line and tilting your head back. âNuh-uh come on honey, tell me what yaâ needâ he prompts, curling his fingers up to hit a different spot inside you that has you letting out a pornographic noise you didnât know you were even capable of. âNeed-â you huff out, before he stops you âLook at me when you say it, come on kidâ âUse your wordsâ
Lifting your head you look into Jackâs eyes, his breath hitches at the sight of your glazed over lust filled eyes, batting your eyelashes you start again. âNeed moreâ you sob. His stomach just about hurts now from how hard he is in his jeans that feels all too tight. âYeah? What more honey? Another finger or something else?â he asks, consciences be damned heâs not gonna leave you hanging even if your old man would fucking kill him if he ever found out about this. âSomethinâ else pleaseâ you whine, not even knowing what more you want. Jack however seems to when he takes his free hand off your calf and lifts your skirt, his head ducking under it. His fingers donât stop positioning in and out of your slick cunt even if you squeal a bit at his motion. The noise morphs into a moan, your body melting into the couch when his warm tongue pokes out and makes contact with your pussy, licking at your pussy. âStill feel good kid?â he mumbles out, before his thumb leaves your bundle of nerves only to be replaced by his mouth as he sucks at it.Â
âYeah- Yeah feels sâ goodâ you breathe out, letting go of your skirt, he grabs at your one leg, lifting your foot off the table placing it over his shoulder, prompting you to do the same with your other before his fingers slip out of your pussy.Â
You whine at the loss, âJackkkâ making him chuckle softly against you. âHang on sweetheartâ he coos as he uses both hands to grab at your hips, pulling you up and half way off the couch to get you closer to his mouth, lapping at you hard splitting your folds with his pointed tongue before sucking at your clit. âAh- Ahhh ooh fuckâ you wail out, your hands frantic to steady yourself. One finding purchase on his shoulder before sliding down his back under his shirt where your nails scratch at his skin. The other holding on for dear life to the edge of your couch cushion, your legs tighten a bit around his head.Â
âHoly shitâ you whisper out in breathless disbelief, the odd feeling from before coming back to quickly build in the pit of your stomach. Jack's large hands cupping your waist squeeze at your flesh, as he shakes his head side to side a little, flattening his tongue against you. Your thighs burn a bit at the friction of his stubbly face rubbing against them. He moves back to harshly sucking at your clit, your pussy and his mouth coated in his spit as he practically slurps at your juices.
âHuu- shitâ âWait wait! Jack- mhm feels like mâ gonna peeâ you try pushing at his head to stop him, even if you desperately didnât want his mouth off you. That feeling in your stomach was teetering on the edge. âYaâ donât have to pee sweetheart, thatâs a orgasm you feelâ he grumbles out, the explain making your hand ease up from pushing instead it rakes through his curls âSâ okay cum for me kidâÂ
âPromse sâ okayâ you whine out, staring down at his head between your legs. âYeah, you can do itâ âcum fâ me itâs okay honeyâ "Promise itâll feel good, no painâ his reassure is all you need to let your high wash over you, legs shaking on his shoulders, âThere we go, fuckâ he moans out. Your back arching as you cum on his tongue with a loud wanton moan filling your apartment coupled with his praise, âAtta girl, sweetheartâ âSuch a good girl fâ meâ he laps at your cum. âTaste so fucking sweet, like i knew yaâ wouldâ he mumbles out, that one you think was meant more for himself. Â
Managing to reluctantly pull his head from between your soft thighs, Jack used his hold on your hips to place your body back onto the couch. You stare at him wide eyed when you notice his face all wet, covered in you. âGot somethinâ on my face kid?â you nod meekly. He chuckles and pinches at the collar of his shirt to bring it up and wipe at his mouth. âNo pain after?â he asks. âNo, never done that beforeâ you whisper out, flicking your head down to where your skirt now covered your puffy but satisfied pussy.Â
âJust needed an older man huh sweetheart, help yaâ relax a little and the pain melts awayâ he states, reaching down to rub at your knee. âFucking little boysâ he tsks but your eyes are glued to the large bulge in between his thick thighs. Youâd have to be extra relaxed to take that monster onâŠ
â would the position jack eats you out in, be at all comfortable for that old man's back? fuck no and lowkey itâs hard to physically imagine it but jackâs strong sâ fineeeee i got a little too lost in sauce when writing clearly oopsâŠthis was also only like half proofread. part two coming eventually!
every time jack has a night off, the two of you have a routine.
yes, sometimes you go on fancy dates to expensive restaurants, sometimes he takes you out to town in his luxurious car, but your real routine is to just⊠relax.
you take a warm shower together, sit on the couch, order takeout, and watch shitty movies until one of you falls asleep on the couch (you), and the other doesnât have the heart to wake them up (jack).
thatâs pretty much exactly what youâre doing tonight; youâre curled up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and (supposed to be) picking the first movie of the night. but youâre distracted. his arms are just so⊠there.
since he joined SWAT, youâve been worried because youâre not sure itâs a very⊠healthy hobby, but heâs gotten so beefy. he had muscles before, but god he looks good now. for a few moments, you just stare, and then you lean down and kiss his bicep.
he smiles, looking down at you, âcomfy, baby?â
you nod, and you gently bite down. itâs affectionate, itâs not to hurt him. youâre trying not to laugh, watching the confusion on his face.
âwhatâs⊠whatâs that for, love?â
you grin, ânothing, youâre just so⊠eatable. your arms are⊠wow. i wanna bite them.â
jack chuckles, âyeah? you wanna eat me, baby?â he leans down, coaxing you to lay down on the couch as you giggle. he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, âwell⊠canât say i mind.â
Jack Abbot whoâs always dated women younger than him, but never as young as you.
warnings: SMUT - MDNI, age gap (obviously), mentions of alcohol, p in v, no mention of protection, slight praise kink?
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Most evenings, heâs kissing you goodbye out on the street. Jack on the way to work, and you on the way to the bar wearing the shortest skirt money can buy, with your girlfriends in tow.
He gets at least ten messages before the nightâs over: a blurred selfie once the margaritas kick in, half a dozen âI miss youâ texts with far too many kisses at the end of them, a video of you screaming along to a song you know he loves and eventually, once youâre back home in bed, a Tiktok link that either leads to two cuddling cats with âthis is sooooo us jackieeemekd!â beneath it or â on those kinds of nights â a scenic view (of a lake or a mountain, who cares?) with âi need you so bad rnâ written in a yellow font across it.
Those nights are his favourite. Youâre insatiable at the best of times but as soon as a drop of alcohol is in your system, you turn feral â and Jack loves it.
It doesnât matter that itâs barely turned seven in the morning. Or that he hasnât showered after a twelve hour shift.
As soon as you hear the familiar, dull thud of his duffel bag hitting the floor, youâre up, eyelids still drowsy as you crawl to the edge of the bed and lock your hungry gaze onto him.
All Jack can do is smile as he drags a hand through his silver curls, because after ten minutes of pretending to sleep beside one another, where you grind your ass excruciatingly slow against his hardening cock, heâll give in.
In an instant, youâll be on your back, Jackâs large hands coming up to cup your chest and squeeze. You sigh, hips wriggling in anticipation, and he takes that as a sign to slide his hands down your stomach and over your hips.
Heâll press a feverish kiss to your lips, groaning into your mouth and scrunching his eyes shut tightly as his clothed crotch bucks up against you â no better than a teenage boy when it comes to you.
Your nails â pretty, pink and french-tipped â dig into his shoulders, desperately trying to have him closer to you than he already is.
And, God, when you let out that needy, little whine, Jack knows exactly what youâre asking for. You donât have to say anything, heâs already stuffing you full of his cock.
Your lips part and your head lolls back and then youâre past the point of return, where nothing can bring your poor, fucked-out brain back down to earth.
Jackâs pumping in and out of you, chest heaving and breathing deeply through his nose as he grunts. One of your hands is clawing at his chest, and then his biceps and then his back â any bare skin you can get your hands on â and the other is tugging at your lip, trying (and failing) to focus on something thatâll keep you grounded when all you can think about is the way the steady drilling of Jackâs cock feels against your walls.
Your eyes fall shut for no more than a second before Jackâs slowing his pace, forcing you to open them again as you whine.
âThere they areâŠâ he grins, cooing at you, âKnew you still had those pretty eyes in there. Keep âem on me, sweetheart.â
And he revels in the way your cunt tightens around him as he says it.
thinking about jack abbot and his massive handsâŠâŠâŠ.
MDNI ! 18+
his hands would dwarf everyday objects when he held them, like his phone. it looks TINY. his texts have typos half the time because his thick fingers end up pressing the wrong keys.
he LOVES the way your hand dwarfs in his whenever he holds your hand. he loves how your entire cheek fits nice and snug on his warm palm, or how his hand spans over your thigh.
what he loves the most though, is hearing the whines and moans leaving your lips, as he pushed two fingers deep in n out. little âjackieâŠtoo much!â now and then has him grinning, cooing at you with mock sympathy.
âoh no, you can take it, sweetheartâŠâ heâd fake pout, free hand brushing your hair out of your face, âif you canât even take two of your jackieâs fingers, howâre you gonna take his cock, hmm?â
and oh, he gives it to you. thighs pressed to your chest, hips snapping against you, his thighs meeting the globes of your ass. room filled with the wet noises of you two mixing together, your whines n moans echoing the room. he couldnât help but laugh, one arm resting on the mattress next to your head to hold him up, the other sliding down your tummy. two thick fingers landing on your clit, swirling around n around, getting you closer. he can feel you squeezing him harder than ever, and his eyes focus on you.
âcome on, sweet girlâŠyou can do itâŠâ he groans, head dropping to pepper kisses on your neck, stubble gently scratching at the skin, âdo it for your jackieâŠcâmonâŠthaaaaatâs itâŠâ
and if heâs feeling extra mean, heâll shove his fingers into ur mouth after, keeping u quiet for as long as wants <3
your eyes are clouded by an overwhelming sense of want , your breathing is shallow, and every nerve in your body burns so intensely that you can no longer think clearly.
your nails dig into his muscular back, leaving behind angry red marks, but neither of you seems to care, especially jack. when you pull him so desperately close, trying to kiss him and failing miserably, because with every thrust of his thick cock into your virgin pussy, your full lips involuntarily part, letting little moans escape from your soft mouth, it makes him want nothing more than to continue this sweet torture, unable to take his eyes off your pretty face contorted by the pleasure he is causing.
his hips move slowly, grinding his veiny cock so deliciously against your sensitive, creamy walls that you try to push him deeper inside you, but he wonât let youâno matter how many times you whisper broken pleas or how hard you try to move your body to show him you want it, he wonât give in; he canât, jack has his own rules and priorities, and at the top of that list is you and your well-being.
âi won't go any faster, sweetheart. it's for your own good, you understand? daddy doesn't want to hurt youâ he says, grabbing your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him, stroking your lower lip with his thumb âtell me you understandâ he orders, but when you respond with a nod, he shakes his head in dissatisfaction âuse your words babyâ
âi understand daddyâ you say meekly, and your body almost immediately obeys the older man's words.
and jack, as a reward, kisses your full lips tenderly, lazily running his tongue across them, slipping it inside and tasting your saliva, causing you to respond very eagerly, moaning with delight.
youâre too busy savoring his lips to feel one of his rough hands trace along your flesh, finding its way to your swollen clit. only when he begins to massage it with precision, pulling it ever so slightly, do you gasp and clench tighter, cumming almost instantly, spilling your juices over yourself and jack.
and he purrs with satisfaction, continuing his little game.
heâll make you come like that twice, maybe three more times, and then maybe heâll let himself fuck you hard and give you what you so desperately asked for.
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