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[SUMMARY: You accidentally send a nude to your neighbor Joel Miller.]
Dry humping
Chapter 1 Linked below.
💬 42 🔁 31 ❤️ 534 · Wrong Number Chapter 1 · [SUMMARY: You accidentally send a nude to your neighbor Joel Miller]
Masturbation
It was l
The rest of the night blurred after that…
Music played in the background while people sat relaxed, full from food and beer and summer heat. Laughter filled the space yet there was really only one thing on your mind..
Every single time you looked up, Joel was looking at you first. Not obvious enough for anyone else to catch, it was easy to hide while everyone was lost in their own conversations.
There he stood with beige carpenter shorts and a navy blue t shirt across the yard. A glance from across while he leaned against the fence with Tommy. His eyes following your legs whenever you walked past. His mouth tightening whenever Josh stood too close to you.
It made something flutter in the pit of your stomach because Joel never looked at you like this, Joel never flirted yet his eyes were doing more than that. Something had finally cracked open inside him tonight.
By the time the sky had gone fully dark, you slipped inside to escape the noise for a minute. The house felt cool compared to the summer air outside, quiet except for the muffled sound of music through the walls. You barely made it into the kitchen before hearing boots behind you. Of course it was Joel.
He headed straight for the fridge, grabbing another beer before glancing over his shoulder at you.
“You hidin’ in here?”
“Maybe.”
“Mm.” His voice was rougher now, slower from the alcohol. “Smart.”
“Don’t we have a cooler outside?” You asked with your arms crossed.
“Ran out” he responded.
You leaned against the counter across from him quietly observing him.
For a second neither of you said anything until you couldn’t hold yourself back.
“You still haven’t deleted it.”
Joel closed the fridge door with his hip.
“There she is,” he muttered. “Thought maybe you were finally gonna let that go.”
“You’re avoiding it again.”
“I ain’t avoidin’ nothin’.”
“You absolutely are.”
He took a long sip of his beer, eyes staying on you over the bottle the entire time. It should not have felt as intimate as it did.
“You really wanna know?” he asked finally.
“Yes.”
Joel sighed through his nose, looking briefly toward the ceiling, then his gaze dropped…slowly. Straight to the neckline of your dress..your lips parted.
This time he didn’t look away right away. Joel’s voice lowered another notch.
“Picture’s hard enough to forget,” he said quietly. “And maybe it’s wrong for me to….steal a glance but I ain’t a blind man, sweetheart.”
Heat rushed through you almost thought he could see it.
“Joel…”
“What?” His mouth twitched faintly. “S’true.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Little.”
“And suddenly honest?” You chuckled.
“Nah.” He shook his head once. “Been honest. Just usually smart enough not to say it out loud.” Joel leaned back against the counter, beer hanging loose in one hand while he looked at you in that heavy quiet way of his.
The way you stared at him trying to study him.
Joel’s eyes dipped there too before dragging back up again.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” he murmured, “I’m gonna start thinkin’ maybe that picture wasn’t entirely an accident.”
“It was an accident,” you said quickly.
“Mhm.”
“It was!” That low gravelly chuckle escaped him again.
“Sweetheart,” he said, “ain’t arguin’ whether you meant to send it.”
“I’m sayin’ maybe you knew exactly what it’d do to me.” His words making your stomach flutter and that damn sweetheart thing he suddenly had going. God you loved the way it sounded. You stared at him, heart pounding hard now…Joel noticed that too.
His expression softened just slightly, something lightly slipping through the teasing.
“C’mere,” he said quietly.
You moved before you could even think. He didn’t touch you, he wouldn’t cross that line.
But when you stopped in front of him, close enouggh to smell the beer and cedar and smoke on him, Joel looked down at you with an expression that made your entire body warm.
“You keep askin’ why I didn’t delete it,” he said softly.
“Yes.”
Joel rubbed his thumb slowly against the side of the bottle.
“Because I like knowin’ its there.”
You took a slow deep breath.
“Joel…”
“Hell, honey.” His voice had gone almost painfully gentle now. “You looked beautiful.”The sincerity of it nearly undid you more than the flirting had. Joel looked away first this time, shoulders tensing up like maybe he’d said too much.
“I gotta ask you somethin’” he chuckled to himself as he looked up. Your brows furrowed wondering what his question might be.
“What?”
“So that’s who you were sendin’ it to? ” He asked low leaning towards you.
“What? Who?” You asked confused, at least trying to look that way.
He smirked.
“Your little friend outside”
You didn’t say anything at first, was it that obvious that you and Josh had something going on?
“Come on, honey. I see the way he looks at you, the way-“
“It’s nothing” you cut him off.
“Oh I know that.” He responded confidently.
“Hey, I mean it’s your choice…it’s just…just a little funny to me that’s all.”
“Funny?” You raised a brow.
“Just don’t make much sense to me.”
“What doesn’t?”
His eyes moved over you again slowly, his body leaning in closer, deliberately.
“The idea that some kid like Josh is gettin’ a picture like that.”
“Joel-“
“The fact that you personally took that photo for him” liquor in his system making him more talkative than he’s ever been.
“He shouldn’t be seeing anything like that…let alone even get the chance to touch you.”
His words made you blush, his tone as if the thought had genuinely bothered him. You simply stared at him in complete shock.
Joel seemed to realize exactly how that sounded a second too late because he rubbed his fingers over his lips and looked down at the floor briefly.
“Forget I said that.”
“No,” you said immediately. “You absolutely cannot say something like that and then tell me to forget it.”
A reluctant smile tugged faintly at the corner of his mouth.
“You really don’t let things go, do you?”
“Maybe I don’t, what are you gonna do about it?” You surprised yourself with your response and there it was again. That look in his eye, fantasies running through his mind in that very moment. You could almost see the thoughts running through his head in real time.
You watched his hand flex at his side like he was fighting the urge to touch you, to pull you close….to see if you’d let him.
The alcohol on his breath mixed with the summer heat curling through the small kitchen, and for one reckless second, you thought he was actually going to do it. His body leaned in slightly before he caught himself.
“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you. Joel moved a rough hand over his mouth, eyes squeezing shut for the briefest moment like he was trying to physically snap himself out of whatever fantasy had gotten hold of him. When he finally looked back at you, the hunger was still there, but buried deeper now..somewhat controlled.
“That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble someday,” he said quietly.
“Maybe I want trouble.” That almost got him. Words just spilling out of you, the excitement you felt like nothing you had experienced before.
You saw it happen..the crack in his composure, the brief loss of control. His eyes darkened so hard it sent a rush right through you. He stepped closer, close enough that his body brushed up against you. Then he stopped himself.
Joel exhaled sharply through his nose and took a step back instead, dragging a hand through his hair.
“You better get back outside.”
“Joel-“
“For your own good,” he cut in.
The tension was cut the second you heard your friends calling your name. Joel quickly turned away from you, his broad shoulders instantly in view.
“I’m coming!” You called out to them as you took one last look at Joel and walked out.
~~
Somehow the night had just become that much more intense. Joel took a bit to come back out, probably needing a minute or so to cool off. Once he finally did come out you could hear your dad asking where he’d been. Tommy teasing him about having too many burgers or beers. Joel laughed it off, the sound of his voice was all you could hear over everyone.
As time went on your friends eventually left one by one, Josh subtly whispering in your ear that he wished he didn’t work the night shift so he could stay with you. That’s when you realized, you didn’t mind. You assured him it was fine, of course distracted elsewhere.
Sarah soon went back home next door saying she was exhausted from the sun. Joel told her he’d be home soon which slightly disappointed you.
It was a little harder now for Joel to hide his glances at you, what made it easier was your dad drinking more than he was used to. He wasn’t a big drinker but on nights like this you could count on him to drink himself into a deep sleep.
“Woah you’re leavin’?” You heard your dad call out to Tommy as he stood up, Joel remained seated.
“Yeah, gonna see someone” Tommy winked.
“Ohhhh so a date” your dad chuckled.
It was now just you, Josh, your dad and Joel, although you could tell your dad was going to be out soon. Your dad making a comment to Joel as he began to walk towards the house almost knocked the whole cooler over. Joel grabbed him as you quickly made your way to him.
“I think you’ve had enough dad,” you laughed taking hold of his arm.
“No but I gotta clean…” he slurred.
“I’ll take care of it, let’s get you in bed” Joel stood up on the other end motioning to you that he had him. You watched as Joel helped him inside while you stayed behind with Josh and began cleaning up.
“Wish I could stay longer” Josh moved towards you taking advantage no one was around.
“I know, guess another night” you shrugged as you began to throw out everything in a big black bag.
Once Joel lay your father down, he looked out the window to see Josh pulling you in for a kiss. Joel felt himself tense up from this unwanted feeling, he breathed deeply and watch Josh walk out before he himself joined you.
“Guess he couldn’t bother to help you clean up” Joel muttered as he tossed empty plates in the garbage.
“He has work” you responded without looking up.
“Hm.” He raised his brows going around the table you were cleaning, now across from you.
“What’s that mean?” You looked up with a raised brow.
“Nothin’ just a shame you couldn’t spend the night with him right?”
You sucked your teeth and went back to cleaning, turning away from Joel as you set the garbage bag aside. You picked up any left over food and bought it inside. Joel quickly followed, the cool air from the AC hitting him as soon as you opened the door.
“Ain’t it true?” He watched you tip toe reaching for containers in the cabinet as you sighed. His eyes tracing the back of your legs, the length of your dress rising up every time you reached for something.
“I’m not talking about this with you” Joel took the trays as you emptied them, taking them to the sink and began washing them. He smirked, but didn’t say another word watching as you put everything away in the fridge.
Water still running he moved behind you to grab the last tray on the counter just as you finished organizing the food in the fridge. You closed the door and took a step back and that’s when you felt your backside completely against him. You softly gasped but just as you were about to take a step away you felt Joel’s hands on your waist. Something in that moment taking over him, he didn’t say a word. You closed your eyes feeling him slowly pull you back against him.
“Joel…” you whispered in slight disbelief. He closed his eyes and you felt him hard against you. His grip on you tightening, your hand slowly covering his.
“Want me to stop?” He whispered. Your heart skipped a beat, you slowly shook your head and felt him press himself against you just a little harder. His bulge right against your ass, his breathing quickened. He knew he couldn’t have you, not the way he wanted to, but what was the harm in simply feeling you…just a bit.
His body turned you toward the counter making you lean forward and hold on as he yanked your dress up. You gasped, his hands a little rougher than he meant them to be.
“Shit, baby…” he whispered at the sight of your pink lace underwear, the view only exciting him more.
“Tell me you didn’t wear this for him..” his tone painfully desperate. He pressed himself against you again, your ass sitting perfectly on his crotch, he continued to thrust. He could already feel the heat building up on him, sweat forming on his forearms, his heart racing, and then you moaned. He looked up at you and that’s when he suddenly pulled you back up against his chest. His hand taking hold of your face, he made you look back up at him. He could see how turned on you were, how badly you wanted to feel him, your eyes begging him for more. He knew he should’ve stopped right then and there but the way you looked at him, it took a hold on him, a hold he couldn’t shake off.
Joel completely turned you towards him and slammed your body against him as he took your lips with his. The two of you stumbling against the counter as the water continued to run. Joel reached over shutting it off without taking his lips off you, his arm closing around your waist as he pulled you to the direction of the couch.
The living room was dim, blinds closed, main light off, yet he knew his way around. You fell back on the couch with him on top of you. His knees parting your legs giving himself enough space to lay between them. He kissed your neck making you moan against him. Your hand running through his thick waves, his hips jerked against you as if they had a mind of their own. The weight of him pushed up against you, a sensation forming between your thighs. He felt your hips jerk up against him in an attempt to somehow feel more. He knew you wanted more, just as he did. But he couldn’t allow himself to do it. For a moment he stopped, staring down at you in a trance. You looked up at him with eyes that almost took over him. Hell, if your father wasn’t in the next room he’d take you right there.
“Joel..?” You whispered, slightly squirming beneath him, your body calling for his. He needed to feel you more, just a little more. Without saying a word he got on his knees between your thighs. You watched as he unzipped his pants, pushing them low enough so you can see the imprint of his hard cock beneath his grey underwear. You could see how thick he was, his hand slowly brushing over his shaft. You reached for him, desperately in an attempt to pull down his underwear but he caught your hand by your wrist. Without saying a word he held your arm down beside you and leaned forward, his cock perfectly aligning against your pussy. He could feel the warmth between your thighs against him. Your lips parted as he took hold of your face, leaning his forehead against yours, he began to thrust his hips against you. His cock rubbed against your clit making you roll your eyes back. The more he moved, the more intense the sensation felt, Joel groaned. He kissed your neck, his fingers tangling into your hair.
“Jesus, baby…I could feel how wet you are” he whispered roughly as he held himself against you. For a moment he didn’t move, he kissed you softly before lifting his hips off you and that’s when you felt his hand slowly slide down and slip into your panties. You moaned into his lips as his fingers felt just how wet you were. His lips parted from yours wanting to see how he made you feel. Delicately they brushed over your clit, his eyes focusing on yours when he slid a finger inside you. You gasped as he moved slowly in and out of you.
Then he used two.
He quietly observed your reaction, watching how the pleasure made you melt. You moaned as you began to feel yourself, your hands brushing up over your breasts, squeezing them gently over your dress. Joel’s fingers slid out of you and you watched him taste you.
He was far from done.
Joel threw the cushions to the floor, making enough space for him to spoon you from behind. You looked back up at him and noticed his eyes on your breasts, you knew exactly what he wanted.
“Go ahead” you whispered making his eyes shoot back up to yours. His hand caressed the side of your neck as he kissed you hungrily and you felt him pull your straps down, pulling down the top part of your dress enough for your breasts to be completely visible to him. His lips parted from yours as he looked down and finally could see what he’d been fantasizing about for the past 24 hours.
“Fuck, baby” his hand slowly sliding up your waist stopping beneath one of your breasts. He leaned forward towards them, his lips inches away from your nipple, you could feel his breath on it. He looked up at you, his lips still close, he leaned forward and without taking his eyes off you, he took your nipple in his mouth. A breath of relief as you ran your fingers through his hair, the sensation of his tongue flicking around your nipple making you squirm. He eagerly pulled your dress higher and spread your legs so his fingers could find their way back to where he wanted them to be. You moaned feeling them slip back inside you, his cock pressed against your thigh, hips moving involuntary against you. You couldn’t believe what the hell was happening and you didn’t care to understand it. The line between right and wrong had slipped away from both of you. His fingers moving faster in and out of you, curled upward hitting the very spot that was just about to make you cry out.
You whimpered, he looked up, his lips releasing your nipple. He noticed you were about to cum but there was a slight look of panic. The feeling too intense, you knew you wouldn’t be able to compose yourself. His face close to yours, his hand moving faster you grabbed onto him panting.
“Use your words, baby” he whispered low. You nodded.
“I’m gonna-“ you choked out, his brows furrowed.
“You’re gonna what?” His stare intense, you couldn’t focus. You arched your back as the first wave took over your body.
“I’m cumming-“ you cried out as the sensation hit every sensitive nerve in your body. Your body shaking beside him as you moaned loudly, Joel looked up down the hall to see your father’s door still shut. He was confident he wouldn’t wake up after how much he drank, besides, he didn’t want you quiet. He wanted to hear exactly how he could make you feel.
His hand slowed down as uncontrollable spasms rippled through you, leaving your body trembling. You practically wept.
Joel slowly slid his fingers out, his face in the crook of your neck, out of breath himself.
You couldn’t form any words, still in a daze. Joel pulled his pants back up beside you before pushing himself up over you and getting on his feet.
His back to you as he adjusted his clothes, he walked toward the counter grabbing his beer and chugging the last of it. Slowly you came back to reality, your legs slightly still trembling, you fixed the straps of your dress and pushed yourself up.
“Where are you going?”
Joel turned to you hesitantly, wiped his mouth, his eyes noticing the trembles of your thighs as you lowered your dress. He knew he had to get the hell out of there now.
“It’s gettin’ late”
“So.”
“I’ll see ya tomorrow, alright?” He quietly walked out the front door. Even if you wanted to you couldn’t chase after him with how he left you. Instead you sat there confused with what just happened.
~~
Joel walked into his dark living room, immediately hitting the shower.
The palm of his hand leaning against the wall for support as he relieved himself at the thought of what he wanted to finish doing to you.
His groan echoed in the bathroom.
He let the water fall on him as he thought about what he’d done, the line he crossed. He swore he wouldn’t touch you let, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
The guilt already eating at him, your dad not having a clue what the hell his friend was doing to his daughter in the next room.
Guilt crushing him as he thought about the way you looked at him before he left. Confused, wanting him to stay.
The same way he wanted.
You deserved better than a man old enough to know better but he knew it had to end there.
~~
The next morning you walked out your front porch to see Joel sitting on his, a mug in his hand. He stared into the street as your father spoke to him, a nod here and there. Once they heard the door close behind you, your father turned your way.
“Hey, honey, got early plans?”
“Just gonna run some errands,” you responded, your eyes taking a quick glance at Joel.
“Hey, Joel” you spoke softly.
“Mornin’” he responded flatly, his tongue sliding along in his inner cheek, he didn’t take his eyes off the road.
“How do you feel dad? After last night.” You raised your brows.
Last night.
Even in the tone you said it made his hand squeeze tightly around his mug.
“Oh man, I’m glad Joel was there to help you out honey cause I don’t think you would’ve been able to get me to bed.” He laughed.
“Ain’t that right, Joel” he nudged his shoulder making Joel tense up.
“Mhm” he pressed his lips together before your father got distracted with the mail man who he’d been having a problem with lately, his mail always being misplaced.
“Glad I caught you today!” He called out to him as he walked to the front. Joel could feel you look over to him and stood up clearing his throat.
“Hey…about yesterday-“
“Ain’t nothin’ to speak about.” He cut you off bluntly.
“Joel.” You walked out over to him quietly, he wouldn’t look up at you somehow pretending to be distracted with something else. Anything he could find. He’d didn’t say a word.
“Well I’m glad my dad was too drunk to realize anything” you chuckled trying to think of something to say, you looked back at your father not realizing what he looked up at you.
“This a damn joke to you?”
You looked back at him confused.
“What? No- I-“
“Then go back home.” He pushed his chair aside with his foot.
“Why are you acting like this?”
“The hell do you want me to act like?” He was cold, rude and he hated it but if pushing you away meant he could have some kind of self control.
Then that’s what he’d do.
“I don’t know, the Joel I was talking to yesterday.”
He chuckled looking away.
“I was drunk-“
“You weren’t that drunk,” you whispered, he could hear the hurt in your voice.
“Drunk enough to do somethin’ I regret.” He responded looking away.
“Joel, come on. We both-“
“Listen, sweetheart whatever the hell happened yesterday ain’t gonna happen again. I let my impulses take over and you-“ he looked over at you, the image of you cumming against him, your breasts inches from his lips- he quickly looked away clearing his throat.
“You were just a bored little girl lookin’ for some excitement.”
That did it, the look on your face only lasted a second but it was enough to make him feel like shit.
“Bored little girl huh?” For just a second there was a crack of guilt in his expression but instantly switched past it.
“But not a problem for you to take your little glances at and enjoy my picture right?” He could hear the hurt and frustration in your voice.
“Well that’s all you are, sweetheart. Just something to look at-“
“And rub your hard cock on right?” Your unexpected words made him tense up.
“Screw you, Joel Miller.”
He watched you walk off back to your house, he didn’t say another word becuase if he did he knew it would be an apology.
[SUMMARY: You accidentally send a nude to your neighbor Joel Miller]
Masturbation
It was like any other evening, except today you decided to take some pictures of yourself that you knew Josh would enjoy. Josh and you weren’t anything serious, just a fling that started after you came home from college. He lived a few blocks away and would come around when your dad was at work, it was nice not having any strings attached. It wasn’t exactly your thing to send nudes but you decided to surprise him. One spicy topless photo, you smiled to yourself with excitement loving how it came out. He had just been texting you and you knew he’d love the unexpected tease. Giggling to yourself you attached the photo along with a message.
“Can’t wait for you to suck on them tonight.”
And sent.
That’s when you felt the ultimate sinking feeling in your stomach. Josh’s name was no longer at the top of the text thread..
Joel Miller.
“Oh shit!” You felt your stomach twist into a knot as you rushed pulling your straps back up.
“Oh my god…oh my god” you panicked, your fingers moving quickly back and forth between Josh’s thread and Joel’s. How the hell did it get to Joel? You scrolled up as you swallowed nervously, your heart pounding when you noticed his text.
“Hey, no need to get burgers for the BBQ tomorrow. Your dad said you were stopping to grab some today, Tommy and I already did. See you tomorrow.” You stared blankly at the text.
The fucking BBQ.
Your dads annual Memorial Day BBQ.
Your hands still shaking, how the hell were you suppose to come back from this? Accidentally sending a nude to your neighbor? Your dad’s friend? Then you had to face him the very next day, it felt like a damn nightmare.
Joel, I’m so sorry. That was not meant for you.
Please forget this happened.
You sent the text and threw your phone on the bed.
~~
Joel stood in the kitchen after a long day at work, he grabbed a beer from the fridge when his phone lit up. He figured it was you, responding about the burgers. Taking a sip of his beer he practically choked on his drink when he realized what you sent him.
Surely it was an accident.
Joel wiped his mouth and turned placing his phone on the counter. Almost afraid to touch it but unable to look away.
“Jesus” he whispered to himself.
Joel found himself analyzing the photo, the straps to your tank top pulled down, the way you bit your bottom lip, the glare of the sun from your window directly hitting your breasts.
Then another text appeared.
Joel, I’m so sorry. That was not meant for you.
Please forget this happened.
Before he could even register the text the sound of the door opened making him quickly exit out of the message thread and clear his throat.
“The hells wrong with you? Look like you seen a ghost” Tommy joked as he walked past him.
Joel took another sip of his beer and shoved his phone in his pocket.
“Yeah uh- just a long day. Sarah should be home soon, Miley’s dad is driving her back.”
“Ok, I’ll order some pizza” Tommy called out from his room as Joel walked to his.
He needed to be alone after what he just saw. Still in disbelief he sat at the edge of his bed, leaning forward he brushed his hand over his face before sitting back up and reaching back in his pocket.
Hesitantly he clicked on your name and there it was. His eyes focused on the image before him, something he wasn’t suppose to see. Something he knew he should delete it but he couldn’t stop looking at, his eyes lingering on every part of you he could see. The soft curve of your neck, the way your thin gold chain sat delicately on your collarbone. The charm shaped into a heart sat on your chest, his eyes moved lower just where the curve of your breasts began. They were plump, nipples erect, that’s when he felt his cock twitch in his pants. His thumb hovered just over them, he pictured how soft they must feel when suddenly your father’s name flashed on his screen.
“Shit-“ he stood up almost panting, pacing back and forth in the room as the phone rang realizing what he was just doing. He looked down at his phone again, your fathers name continuing to flash on the screen. He took a deep breath and without thinking twice answered the call.
“Yeah, Bobby?”
“Hey, just wanted to ask if you can do me a favor, I’m getting stuck at work later than expected. If you can just pick up a few boxes of beers for the BBQ and drop them off at the house tonight, I’ll give you the money when I see you. My schedule won’t give me time.”
Dropping them off at the house meant seeing you. Before Joel could even find a way out your father was interrupted with work and quickly thanked Joel for the favor and hung up.
“Tommy!” Joel called as he walked out of his bedroom hoping his brother was still around. Of course he stepped out again with his luck. Defeated, Joel grabbed his keys and walked out.
~~
Joel hadn’t said a word which made it all the more humiliating. You could barely look at your phone, even telling Josh you wanted to reschedule for another night.
Then you heard the bell.
“Why would he still show up” You whispered to yourself as you paced down the stairs going straight for the door.
“Didn’t you get my mes-“ you opened the door to see Joel standing before you. Your skin instantly getting hot, you felt your stomach turn.
“Joel-“ you whispered.
“Uh- your dad called me. Asked me to drop me these off for tomorrow” he could barely look you in the eye. His hands fidgety as he distracted himself with anything to stop himself from looking at you.
“Oh..um-“ you looked down at the boxes of beer. He took advantage in that second to steal a glance before quickly looking away.
“I’ll bring them to the fridge out back-“
“I got em” he quickly picked up the boxes, all four of them at once. You awkwardly stepped aside and let him make his way out the back door and he began to stack the fridge full with beers. You stood close by watching, arms crossed unsure of what to say but knowing something had to be said.
Once he finished he stared into the fridge for a moment, hand on the door as if he was searching for something.
Probably stalling having to turn back to you.
You swallowed nervously before blurting out words you barely thought over.
“I’m sorry about the picture” Joel stiffened before taking a double look at you as he closed the fridge door.
“Huh? Yeah- it’s-“
“It was meant to be sent to someone else, I didn’t notice you had just texted me.”
“Figured that much.” Joel turned towards you but still couldn’t find it in him to look directly at you. Hands in his pockets he stood still, wishing your dad would just appear.
“You can’t even look at me” you whispered with an embarrassed smile, your words making him finally look up at you, his jaw tensing up. And in that moment you realized you didn’t know how the hell you could even be looking at him.
“I uh-“ you suddenly lost your train of thought.
“Um- can we just somehow pretend it never happened?” You spoke quickly then bit your bottom lip nervously looking away. Joel’s gaze darkened at the sight of you doing exactly what you were doing in the photo. He made himself look away.
As if he could pretend it never happened.
All he could think about from the moment you opened the damn door were your breasts.
He caught himself getting lost at the image in his head and cleared his throat straightening himself up.
“Better get back, I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” He looked at you for one short moment and gave you a nod before quickly walking out.
~~
Joel stared at his ceiling that night fighting the urge to take another look at the picture. Finding it hard to delete it.
He knew he should’ve.
Looking over at his nightstand he reached over for his phone. He clicked on the messages, his thumb hovering over your name. Without thinking he clicked it and there it was. Joel took a deep breath as his eyes instantly began tracing the curve of your breasts and then he read over the message.
Can’t wait for you to suck on them tonight.
His cock throbbed, he quickly put the phone face down beside him and brushed his hand over his face.
“The hell am I doin’?” He muttered to himself. His breathing quickened, his hand rested on his chest as the most intimate thoughts ran through his mind. The thought of how you must feel, the thought of his very hands cupping them. He was now rock hard beneath his boxers, his hand reaching below…he couldn’t resist. He cursed at himself grabbing the phone, your picture still there in front, his other hand shoving his boxers down far enough for his cock to spring up out of them. He looked over and knocked over his alarm clock desperately grabbing a bottle of lotion.
And he let his mind go to work.
His hand closing around his shaft, he started off with slow steady strokes.
Joel pictured his tongue sliding over your nipples, he pictured himself sucking on them as you moaned pulling him closer against you.
The thought of you moaning made him move faster, his precum building up at the tip of his cock. His chest rising and falling deeply the faster he moved, he couldn’t get his eyes off your breasts. The thought of you riding him as they bounced freely, he groaned involuntarily, the noise slipping out on a breath like his body betrayed him. Joel hadn’t felt something this intense building up inside in a long time. His hand moving rapidly as he imagined how your pussy must feel like tightening around him. The thought of you riding him and using his body to your advantage. The thought of you cumming all over his cock—his cum shot out of him. He panted as the phone fell onto the bed, his hips jolting upwards against his hand as he moaned as low as he was able to so he wouldn’t be heard throughout the house.
“Jesus Christ-“ he looked down as his cum spilled out of him over his hand, his face flushed as he threw his head back barely able to catch his breath. His hand didn’t move, he lay still panting for dear life realizing what he’d just done.
Maybe now that he relieved himself, just maybe..he could move on from it.
~~
You could smell the charcoal from your window as you got ready for the BBQ. Your dad excitedly prepping the food playing some of his favorite music as guests slowly began to arrive. It was still early as you went through your wardrobe deciding what to wear, you were excited to see Josh tonight. You went with a soft pink sundress you hadn’t worn in a couple years. Looking at yourself in the mirror you put a drop of lipgloss on when you heard Joel’s voice out your window. Replaying what happened yesterday and hearing his laughter outside with your dad made your cheeks flush.
You took a deep breath and shook it off, focusing on Josh tonight was all you needed.
Greeting a few of the neighbors as you made your way by the pool in the back you had a quick laugh with your friend Serena. The sound of your laughter distracted Joel as your father spoke about yesterday’s game. Your dad’s eyes on the grill as Joel stood close by with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cold beer.
Light caught the fabric of your dress when you moved, and for a second Joel just…stopped listening. His eyes wandering over the dress you wore. What the hell were you thinking coming down here in that, knowing what you’d just sent him. The dress complimented your breasts perfectly, your gold hearted chain sitting just above the sight of your cleavage.
He took a step to the side, dragging his gaze away like it cost him something, staring instead at the edge of the table as if it had suddenly become interesting.
“-Yeah,” he said absently, realizing your dad was still talking. He gave a short nod that didn’t match whatever he’d just agreed to.
You didn’t notice. Of course you didn’t.
You moved through the yard easily, hair catching the sun, completely unaware of the way Joel had gone still again the moment you were in his line of sight.
He took a slow sip of his drink, jaw tightening just slightly, like he could will his thoughts back into place if he tried hard enough.
Then you looked up and for a moment you both locked eyes. He didn’t look away as fast as he should’ve, that’s when you realized a certain look in his eye. A look you had never seen in him. It distracted you for a just a moment until Josh came into view blocking the sight of Joel.
“Hey gorgeous!”
“Hi!” You smiled awkwardly as he picked you up for a hug.
“Careful my dad’s close by” you whispered with a giggle. Yes, you may have been a grown adult but you didn’t want your dad knowing who you were messing around with. He looked at Josh so respectfully, God knows he wouldn’t if he knew what you two were up to.
Joel watched from a distance, of course it was Josh. Sonny’s son from the hardware store, he should’ve known. He never really liked the kid, just never knew why.
“Joel!” Bobby’s voice snapped him out of it.
“The hell you starin’ at?” He chuckled looking over, thankfully you and Josh had moved elsewhere.
“I’m asking if you want a burger, they’re ready”
“Oh yeah-“ he cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Yeah, sure.”
~~
The evening went on, Joel sat with Tommy and Bobby sharing a few stories, having a few laughs. Sarah played in the pool with a few of her friends as everyone enjoyed the warm day.
Joel could still hear you at times laughing sitting with your friends, sitting next to Josh. That’s when a few others left the party, clearing out the space enough where you and Josh were no longer blocked from his view. Still, you were distracted with your stories to notice your father looking your way.
“So Josh huh?” Tommy chuckled nudging Bobby. Joel sat silently waiting for your dad’s reaction.
“Ahh, they’re just friends. He’s a good kid, I trust him around”
“Just friends alright” Joel muttered under his breath before taking a sip of his beer.
Tommy excused himself to use the restroom while your dad went in to check what was left in the fridge. You noticed both of them walking in and looked back to see Joel looking out at the pool, smiling at his daughter laughing with her friends.
“Hey, let me grab us some more drinks from the cooler.” You patted Josh’s knee who nodded as he continued talking with the others.
Joel didn’t notice you walking towards him at first, just until you reached a few feet away.
“Hey” you smiled as his body tensed up.
“Hey” he put the beer down by his feet and sat up straight.
“I’m glad it didn’t rain today” you attempted to make normal conversation but truthfully something was lingering in your mind. Something you couldn’t help but want to ask.
“Mhm” Joel kept it short, he crossed his arms looking away knowing exactly what you did to him anytime he would look at you too long. He didn’t know what the hell you were still doing there in front of him in that damn dress.
Then before you could stop yourself, you leaned slightly closer and whispered.
“So…did you delete it?”
That finally made him look at you properly..really look at you.
His expression barely changed, but something heavier settled behind his eyes.
Joel exhaled once through his nose, gaze dropping briefly toward the grass.
“Thought we agreed not to talk about that again.”
“We didn’t agree,” you whispered back. “You avoided answering.”
A muscle moved in his jaw.
“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.”
“Joel.” Your voice came out quieter than you meant it to.
He looked over toward the yard automatically, checking your father wasn’t nearby before lowering his voice too.
“No,” he said finally.
Your breath caught a little.
“No….?”
Joel rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking irritated with himself for even admitting that much.
“Haven’t gotten around to it.”
“That’s a lie.”
His eyes snapped back to yours.
You watched something change there briefly but it was there.
Because the truth was obvious now, a man like Joel Miller didn’t “forget” things.
Especially not things he wanted to keep.
“You should probably delete it,” you said softly.
“Probably.”
But he still hadn’t moved or looked away.
You swallowed. “So why haven’t you?”
Joel stared at you for a long moment before answering, voice low enough you almost missed it.
“Didn’t seem right lookin’ at it again just to delete it.”
Your chest tightened.
That was not an answer and it was definitely not the truth, what he said was worse.
Joel seemed to realize that too, because he immediately grabbed his beer and took a sip like he needed the distraction.
“Then delete the whole thread? You won’t even happen to open the message” you insisted when suddenly Josh’s voice came up behind you.
“Hey’d you get lost?” Josh laughed making you softly gasp. Joel kept his eyes on you as you turned to smile at Josh.
“No, I got it. Got caught up talking about something he needed me to help with Sarah.” You lied. Josh looked down at Joel who had his eyes narrowed on him.
“Well-“ you cleared your throat but before you finished your sentence Joel was grabbing drinks from the cooler and handed them to you.
“Thanks” you spoke softly, you and Josh turned back to your friends but you looked back, Joel was on his feet just about to walk away… but not before his gaze dropped once more to your dress.
Something lit up inside you. Something you had never felt with Joel in the few years that you knew him. It was hard to deny that it excited you.
older! neighbor jack who's having a midlife crisis over his love for you.
older! neighbor jack who "accidentally" leaves his shutters open when he's cooking so he can catch you drooling at his biceps.
older! neighbor jack who will always drive you home after a night out.
older! neighbor jack who tucks you in at night, leaving a cup of water on your nightstand.
older! neighbor jack who would notice you getting closer to him over time, touching him more, looking at him through your lashes.
older! neighbor jack who would reluctantly let you crash at his place when you felt lonely but would sleep on the couch so you could be comfy.
older! neighbor jack who's questioning his morals when you grab his face so he can no longer look away from you.
older! neighbor jack who lets you fall asleep on his lap on movie nights.
older! neighbor jack who rubs your back and carries you to bed.
older! neighbor jack who stutters out an "i can't, honey" when you ask him to stay.
older! neighbor jack who spends his entire shift texting you back after you try to flirt with him. "No, you shouldn't be thinking about me like that."
older! neighbor jack who has to slam his phone down after you send him a picture of your shirtless body.
older! neighbor jack who has no clue what to say. "Honey, were you supposed to send that to me?"
older! neighbor jack who's walking home at the end of his shift, picking up his phone and sending you a stupid 'dad' selfie. "Leave your door unlocked."
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you lay on the snow-white sheets, basking in post-orgasmic bliss. through your half-closed eyelids, you watched jack, your eyes drifted lazily between the profile of his face, his freckled, muscular arms, and broad back, which was now marked with mean red lines, pausing on his large, rough hands that held your wrist gently, while two fingers checked your pulse. you watched silently, focusing your gaze on his eyes that were concentrated on the veins beneath your soft skin. after a long moment, jack moved his hand toward the crook of your arm, sliding upward, stopping at the back of your neck, gently cupping it and stroking your jaw.
you closed your eyes, relishing in the older man's affection as he gazed at your chest, watching the movement of your bare, perky breasts rising and falling, slower and calmer with each passing second.
when you felt his hand on your brow bone, you opened your eyes and looked at him, but your lips remained closed, offering no resistance to any of the things jack was doing to you, obediently accepting everything he did to your body.
“is everything okay, doctor abbot?” you asked quietly , with a shadow of playfulness in your voice as his hand left your forehead and found its way into your hair.
“everything is okay” he said fondly , wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling your sweaty body towards him.
in response, you grabbed his broad shoulders, climbing onto his lap, sitting comfortably on his muscular legs, wrapping your thighs around him—hot and wet from your juices and his thick cum.
your lips rested on his cheek, brushing against it slowly, taking their time as they moved across his face, marking every inch of his skin with a wet kiss as a silent thank you for making sure you were okay.
but jack didn’t need a thank you, your health and well-being were his priority, and after you’d let your body be used and abused, he had to make sure.
make sure his sweet girl was safe and sound.
Vacation with Sugardaddy!JackAbbot x Spoiledsugarbaby!Reader
Summary: Your sugar daddy spoils you on a trip to Italy. Plan to be spoiled and fuck like rabbits.
Tags: unprotected piv sex, semi-public making out, oral sex (m and f receiving), 69-ing, cowgirl style, quickies, possessiveness?, ED mention, power imbalance themes (he has all the money), use of term “daddy”, Jack is a disabled man, Jack Abbot x reader smut.
WC: 2.5k
Notes: Inspired by moodboard made by @lacontroller1991 — vacationing with Jack Abbot <3 I’ve never done this format of fanfic/blurb before. I think I might have written too much. Proofread by Grammarly. MDNI
SD!Jack Abbot who tells you you're going on a summer trip with him a day before the flight. He sends you a quick text with the 5-star hotel in Monaco and an itinerary—no questions asked. After all, you were his sugar baby, and he needed you by his side. A pretty thing to show off at expensive cocktail hours on private yachts or to sit on his lap on a white sandy beach in nothing more than a strappy bikini.
You agreed without hesitation.
SD!Jack Abbot who didn't make you beg for his shiny black card (you soon learned it was actually an American Express Centurion). You had 24 hours you prime yourself for your luxury Italian vacation: 4 hours sitting in the salon chair -$560, 1 hour getting a mani-pedi -$175, 1 hour Brazilian waxing appointment -$120; and of course your favorite part, 8 solid hours spent in the lux mall to buy the skimpiest bikinis and sundresses, heels, makeup, jewelry -$11,000. The best thing about Jack's card is that he had no limit. You had whined and pouted about spending more than $500 when you first met him, and sighed when he deemed that pocket change. 10k was his minimum, and he wanted you to spend to your heart's content. If you didn't buy it, he'd just buy it anyway. You don't even bother looking at price tags anymore; instead, you appreciate the item for what it is. Like a red lace thong and matching bra from Fleur de Mal that caught your eye while passing through the store. Maybe you'll surprise Jack later...
SD!Jack Abbot who leads you around the international airport with a gentle hand on the small of your back. He walked with a steady confidence that made you want to turn your brain off. He knew exactly where to go and wouldn't let you lift a finger. Chauffeur-driven airport transfers, a personal flight attendant who prechecked bags and loaded them first with TSA precheck, facial massages, and a Michelin-star brunch provided in the Emirates lounge area. They even offered to get Jack a wheelchair for his leg, but he insisted on walking with his girl.
SD!Jack Abbot who got to the gate and only had to flash a smile to the attendant to be ushered past a line of people awaiting the plane. It felt wrong and so completely foreign. But once settled in the plush seats of the first class, all you could think about is the wonderful 2 weeks ahead of you. Jack sits down beside you with a small groan and rubs at his metallic knee before unhooking it. "You okay, Jackie?" You look up at him with doe eyes, chin propped up in your hand. "Why are you worried about me, baby?" He smiled, flicking the tip of your nose with his finger, " 'm fine." He ordered two drinks and melted into the seat. One hand held the thin glass flute, and the other found the soft flesh of your thigh, kneading it gently. You occupy yourself throughout the flight with movies, shitty offline mobile games, books, and a short catnap before landing at Nice Côte d'Azur airport in France. Monaco was only a 30-minute drive away.
SD!Jack Abbot who rented a sleek black Mercedes-Benz for the rest of the trip, let you be the passenger princess. "Do you know where you're going?" He shoots you a look. "Jus saying... Google Maps doesn't work around here. "I can read a map" "You brought a paper map?" "A souvenir," he claimed as he unfolded the paper in his lap and pointed at a road, "we should be somewhere around here..." "Jack. Don't tell me we're lost." You eventually made it to your destination, a large coastal resort fit with a golf course and a 2000 sqft luxury suite. Your belongings were already in the room, clothes sorted in dressers, robes, and welcome gifts on the bed. You turn to Jack to place a big kiss on his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.
SD!Jack Abbot who doesn't even flinch when you thank him, just brushes it off with a "anything for my girl" and a slap on the ass. He plops onto the California king-size bed and pats the space beside him. You ignore the spot altogether and crawl onto his lap. His hands ran down your body, squeezing your plump chest, caressing your hips, rubbing your thighs. You place kisses against the mature lines of his neck and begin unbuttoning his tacky, vibrant vacation shirt. You trailed your lips all the way down to his navel when his phone vibrated. Work
SD!Jack Abbot who unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants down when he answers the phone. He talks into the earpiece, voice unwavering as he fucked your face. "Yep, we'll be there tonight, Robby." You heard him say over the sound of your slurping and gagging. He let out a rough exhale as the man on the other side of the phone just kept talking. Your hot mouth and soft hands on his cock were driving him insane, closer to the edge. "...fuck---no sorry. Yep, I'm fine, brother, be there tonight. Roma Yacht, left off the pier" a sharp inhale when you took him to the back of your throat, "I will see you tonight. In the middle of business. Yep, bye!"
SD!Jack Abbot who grabbed your hair and rutted himself into your mouth the second the call ended. He emptied himself in your throat, pulling out and letting the last spurt of cum land all over your face. He swiped a thumb over the mess at the corner of your lip and pressed it between your lips "Go clean up. We have somewhere to be, baby."
SD!Jack Abbot who watches you walk over to the bathroom, pulled his pants back on. He looked in the mirror and fixed his salt and pepper curls. You come out of the bathroom with a clean face and a little black dress. He let you get dolled up so you didn't look like you had just had your face fucked 5 minutes ago. He gave you a slow once-over that screamed "I'm not done with you." You smooth your hair out of your face and follow him out of the resort to the line of expensive yachts waiting on the coast.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ pt.2
SD!Jack Abbot who introduced you to all his colleagues as his 'girlfriend' and joked about how you kept him young. He handed you a glass of expensive rosé. You had only the expectation to smile, look pretty, hold the champagne glass daintily, bat your eyes at old couples, laugh at suggestive jokes about your appearance—the old song and dance that came with these events. You brushed it off and wrapped yourself tighter around Jack's bicep.
SD!Jack Abbot who couldn't keep his hands off you all night. A hand resting on your hip, an arm around your shoulder, lips against your temple. He did NOT care about PDA. He whispered reassurances into your ear all night long, sometimes in front of guests, not caring who overheard him calling you a good girl or how pretty you looked.
SD!Jack Abbot who snuck you into a private room in the interior rooms of the yacht to make out. He loved the way you made him feel alive again, your skin hot and soft against his. He hastily returned to the fancy gathering of doctors, lawyers, and dignitaries. Back to the niceties of shallow conversation. Robby raised his brow at the smudged lipstick on the crisp white collar of Jack's dress shirt. Hm. You smile and laugh it off, letting the alcohol and laughter soothe the suspicions.
SD!Jack Abbot who you convinced to get into the hot tub connected to the suite bedroom. He concedes with some light pressuring and your nude form under the bubbling hot water. "Don't be shy, daddy. C'mere," you rest your cheek against the edge of the tub. "...but my leg, can't get it wet. "then take it off." He pursed his lips and went to undo the mechanism connecting his prosthetic. He sat down on the edge of the bed and hobbled over with crutches, "Really sexy, huh?" His voice was sarcastic and horribly insecure. How could this man possibly be insecure!? You must prove him wrong. You tug him into the hot tub, “very”.
SD!Jack Abbot who was completely in the nude, sank into the hot water. His grey-haired, speckled chest came just above the water line. You tried to keep your eyes from trailing down to the reflection of his dick. You wade over to him on the bench and sit on his good thigh. "You enjoy tonight, sweetheart?" he asked, “I know I did.” You nod and run a greedy hand down his abdomen to his stump and back up to his neck.
SD!Jack Abbot who froze at the simple words "I love you" that fell from your lips. Your very wet and kissable lips. "Yeah, you like this old man?" "mature" he let out a raspy laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling, "yeah right. Whatever the hell you want to call it, baby. The wrinkles and grey aren’t gonna scare you away?" You nibble at your lower lip and shake your head. "What am I gonna do with you. Hm?" He took your jaw with his large palm, forcing you to look at him. You close the gap between your faces and plant sloppy kisses on his lips, his stubble scratchy against your chin.
SD!Jack Abbot who couldn't seem to get hard, his cock staying flaccid when you fondled him. "Shit" he hissed. "'s okay, Jackie." "I forgot to bring my prescription...sorry, baby." "It's okay, really." His lips pulled into a tight, frustrated line. You'd been teasing him all night, and now he couldn't even do anything about it.
SD!Jack Abbot who begged you to sit on his face when you both got out of the hot tub. "Sit down all the way," he growled as you hovered over his waiting lips. He yanked you down by the hips. You gripped his hair as he ate you out thoroughly, his tongue dipping into your hole and lapping at your clit. At the same time, he pumped furiously at his half limp cock. You turn around on his mouth, your ass cheek now pressed against his nose, so you could lean down and go down on his soft member. A hand landed on your ass with a tight grip when you suckled on the head of his cock.
SD!Jack Abbot who flipped you over the second he got hard enough to put it in you. He held your wrists over your head as he pounded into you hard and fast. He liked the way you moaned his name, daddy, or whatever could get out of you. Then he stopped.
SD!Jack Abbot who told you it was time to "show him a little gratitude" and ride him. Why did he have to do all the work after paying for this trip? You climbed on top of him shakily, sinking yourself on his thick, veiny cock that was now rock solid. He rests his hands behind his head as he watches you make a mess of yourself on his cock: head thrown back, makeup smudged, a mess of juices inside your thighs. He rested a hand on your hip to thrust up into you lazily. The cool European air wafted through the open balcony doors. He could look over your shoulder and look at the water and the late setting sun. How the golden glow made your skin look radiant.
SD!Jack Abbot who cums in you 3 times and holds you upright through your orgasms. It was dark by then. You fall against his chest, and he whispers into your ear, "You know we're doing this all over tomorrow, sweet girl?" You nod a little and pass out in his embrace. Jack doesn't even bother to pull out. The old man is tuckered out, sore, and knows he'll feel it in the morning. And every morning for the next 2 weeks. He can't complain.
prone bone with jack abbot sexually explicit content 18+
constantly thinking about early morning prone bone sex with jack; soft yellow sunlight streaming through the linen drapes of your shared bedroom while your jaw is being hugged by jack’s meaty, freckled bicep. the bed consistently tapping against the back wall, jack’s burly chest pressed against your sweating back, as he slides his shaft in and out of your weeping, sopping cunt.
he’s keeping his pace steady, using his thirty-something years of experience against you, rocking his hips against your plump, arched ass. you can almost picture the scarring redness on both your body’s from the friction, but the pleasure of it is secondary to his leaking tip nudging your spongy walls over and over. your moans fall slightly airy from his arm around your neck, holding your head up to the sky like you should be looking at where you’re making him feel he is. his heavy grunts are right in your ear, harmonizing with the banging headboard, while you do the same with the morning songbirds right outside the window.
it’s blatantly obvious he’s taking advantage of you both having the same day off; it being such a rare occurrence, there’s an unspoken knowing that your pussy would be stuffed all day. thick fingers push stray hairs off your face before his arm returns to its strict place on your jugular; he takes note of your rising pulse beneath your carotid artery, force of habit. panting with eyes screwed shut, your arm shoots out to the headboard to steady you both. his full, almost aching, balls hit your pussy lips, both covered and dripping in a combined mix of all your slick juices.
those same thick fingers reach up to your parted, tone-carrying lips, and he groans at the feeling of your tongue swirling so desperately on the pads; he keeps his pointer and middle pressing on your pink muscle and bottom-row teeth as he swivels your head back towards him. his stubble runs against your ear, scraping and burning, as he gruffs into it, “c’mon, baby, lemme see you,” your eyes are tearing as you gag on his digits with a craned neck, “there she is… stay like that. need to see my girl when i cum in her.”
he doesnt even realise hes doing it. the money in his bank account is practically infinite and everybody knows it, he is an ex veteran and doctor after all.
it starts with him buying you coffee on his way to work. then when you guys started seeing eachother outside of work he would start buying you breakfast or dinner. you would always offer to pay, split the bill, but he would always say ‘dont worry about it’ andhand over his black amex like it was nothing.
then once you guys got serious he would start taking you to nicer places. places you never though you would be able to afford. you would feel bad, try ordering the cheapest thing on the menu, but he would notice immediately and ask the waiter to comeback in five.
then he started buying you clothes, jewellery. jack said he wanted you to be happy, and joked that you were ‘always complaining’ about having nothing to wear when he takes you out. you tell him you feel bad, you dont like draining his bank account. ‘baby this is nothing, i just want you to feel good. i like making you feel good.’ he would reply as his hand slid up your thigh. ‘if youre uncomfortable just tell me. ok?’ you climbed onto his lap and took his head into your hands. running your hands though his grey curls.
‘so what…are you my sugar daddy?’ you joked. a smirk grew on his face, ‘is that what you want, huh?’ he started pulling your shirt up over your head, ‘an excuse to call me daddy?’
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Y'all wanted the bet, here it is. Menace!Jack for the win
blurb one ⋆ blurb two ⋆ blurb three ⋆ blurb four
"Whatever you do, do not kiss Abbot."
Your head whips up to meet Ellis's panicked gaze so fast you're surprised you don’t give yourself whiplash.
"Okay, what the fuck?" you question. "Why would I—"
"Cut the shit, the sexual tension between the two of you is so thick we need a saw to cut through it."
"A girl can't have any fun now?" you lean forward, words venomous. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna kiss him.”
"I don't need to know the details of your absurd, borderline psychotic foreplay, just don't kiss him."
"If this is reverse psychology, it's not working."
It's totally working.
"Good," she looks around the room, paranoid. "Just don't fall for it, he's gonna try to trick you, resist it."
You grimace, face contorting into absurd confusion as you try to make sense of the words. But before you can even think to ask, she catches sight of Shen making his way out of central nine. And just like that, she's gone.
You make eye contact with the other attending across the hall, both your gazes narrowing as if to seize up the other.
He takes a sip of his iced coffee, you slowly advert your gaze back to charting.
They're both being weird which can only mean one thing.
The fucking bet.
It had all started a few months ago after the first bar incident.
Trinity, notorious for not being able to not run her mouth, had spread the tale like wildfire, obviously arriving at the second messiest person’s radar by end of shift — Shen.
It was all downhill after that.
A pool was started.
Parameters were set.
From what you’ve gathered, a lot of money is on the line.
If Jack knows about it, you definitely don’t know. He hasn’t been acting any different than usual.
He lingers, he jokes, he teases — just normal for the two of you.
On the other hand, you have been amping up the stakes.
You’d managed to bribe Ahmad pretty early on and he’d feed you information from time to time. At this point, it was him (and you) against Ellis, against Shen.
So when Ellis dropped that morsel of information, you just knew it was time.
You glance up at Ahmad who instantly catches your stare.
Your eyebrow raises slightly in a silent question and he simply nods once.
It's go time.
You'd set a trap over a week ago, planned it out, made sure that everything would fall to your favor.
So the second that Jack slipped next to you even though every single computer at the hub was open, you struck.
“What do you want?”
You didn't even have to say anything for him to know, the mischievous smile on your lips, the one you couldn't contain when something so juicy was afoot it simply took ahold of you and gave you away.
"I want you to kiss me."
His eyebrows raise in a mixture of shock and confusion, cruel of you to say that to him, crueler to say it now.
You stare at him, picture perfect angel, eyes wide and innocent, and all he can do is grin wolfishly.
He knows.
"I want half."
"Hell no."
"I don't know who taught you how to negotiate, but just some friendly advice," he turns to you, inching closer. "That's not how you do it."
You roll your eyes. "Twenty — of my half"
He scoffs, unbelievable.
"Twenty five."
You stand up from your seat, brazenly entering his personal space, faces only a few breaths away from each other.
"Fifteen and I let you buy me dinner."
He laughs and you can't help the genuine smile that tugs at your lips.
Fuck, why does he have to be so beautiful when he feels joy?
"I buy you dinner all the time."
"Officially."
He pauses at that, assessing you.
You've always been bold within the teasing, the fantasy that the two of you have created, so you wouldn't throw something like that out there unless—
"Ten," he leans in. "I buy you dinner," he emphasizes just for the two of you. "And I'll let you kiss me with tongue."
Now it's your turn to laugh and his turn to smile, a soft blush tinting his cheeks at the sound.
God, he wishes he could spend the rest of his miserable life making you laugh like that all the time.
"You're smug tonight," you whisper, stepping forward until your chests are touching.
"And you're gonna get us sent to HR."
"No one's gonna snitch," you press your palms against his chest, feeling the fury of his heart rattling his entire body. "Not like those day shifters."
Jack chuckles. "You really wanna do this?"
You shrug. "Shift's almost over, gotta give them something to talk about."
He hovers over you for a long second, gaze dropping to look at your lips and then right back up at your eyes.
Your heart does a flip, right into your stomach.
Fuck, he's so close, closer than he's ever been before.
You can smell the faint aftershave on his skin, see the little freckles over his cheekbones, find a little eyebrow hair that's out of line that you want to pluck—
And then his lips are on yours and the entire room fades into nothingness.
Your eyes close instinctively but his don't, at least not all the way. He doesn't want to seem like a psycho but he's desperate to see you, to take in every micro expression you're offering him on a silver platter.
Your lips are so soft, exactly what he'd imagined for so long but even his imagination could never compare.
One of his hands lands on your hip, not to grab or fondle, just to ground him in the knowledge that this is real.
And then your tongue swipes over his lips, desperate for entry.
He fucking knew it.
But no amount of previous knowledge could ever prepare him for the real thing.
He's a goner.
His cocky smile lasts only one second before his own urge to devour you takes over.
You taste like mint and that stupid coffee lipgloss Ellis bought you for your birthday.
He tastes like sunscreen and vanilla from that stupid root bear he likes to have at three in the morning instead of coffee.
It's when every ounce of your brain screams for you to wrap your legs around his waist and thread your fingers through his hair that you pull back.
Your eyes open first and for a split second you get to take him in. The definite pink tint over his cheeks, the way his neck is covered in goosebumps, the blissful expression that lingers over his features.
Your eyes meet and for a split second there's only honesty between the two of you.
Nothing to hide behind.
Nothing to joke about.
And then the two of you burst out laughing.
The rest of the ED groans in response.
Of course it's a ruse. It's just another one of your stupid pranks.
At least they think it is.
But the two of you know that it was real.
As real as you would get for now.
As real as you'll allow yourself to be.
"That was easier than I thought," Shen's boasts, a little too loud, a little too close to the entrance of the ED.
His comment lands him a smack on his arm from Ellis, a warning.
"What?" he complains, counting the bills from their real side bet with Ahmad. The woman can only roll her eyes because deep down she knows he's right. "Hey, how much money do you think we can make if we get them to f—"
Ellis shoves him then and it's a miracle that he doesn't end up tangled in the bushes outside the hospital.
summary: when your ex is brought into the ED, jack finds himself noticing things he shouldn’t—like how much it bothers him, and how little his feelings for you feel like friendship anymore.
warnings: yearning!!! (a man who yearns is a man who earns...just not in this part tho..) age gap, protective/petty!abbot, reader girl bosses at emotional repression & not enough complex (abbot hates loves to see her coming, yeesh!), a few suggestive lines. thats it me thinks, first abbot fic whaaadddd up!! im in the pitt! also medical setting but minimal medical jargon cos im an #adminprincess not a #medicinebaddie
wc: 3.2k
It never ceases to shock Abbot how violently fast everything shifts in the ED. One minute he’s tugging off a stiff gown speckled with someone’s worst day, and the next he’s snapping on fresh gloves, forcing his brain to do a quick factory reset in order to keep moving, until he has time to process it all. And when the processing does finally make its rounds, it usually doesn’t happen on hospital grounds.
Apparently, his job isn’t the only thing that requires triage, his mind does too. It was something his therapist had said once, comparing his thoughts to patients crammed into a waiting room. At the time, Abbot had nearly rolled his eyes. It sounded like one of those metaphors people reach for when they’re trying too hard to be relatable.
But, annoyingly, it stuck, because the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
Compartmentalisation really does feel like triage. Some thoughts barge straight to the front of the queue, unavoidable and demand attention, while others can last a little while longer, sitting to one side.
He’s not really sure where seeing you fits into all of that. Or what it does to him exactly—just that it does. His shoulders drop a fraction, the background noise in his head sort of…dims, like someone’s turned the volume down without asking. It’s subtle enough that he almost misses it, until he realises he’s not thinking about anything else anymore. Just you.
He huffs out a quiet laugh when he sees you before he can catch it, mostly because it’s a little unfair. You are, very clearly, going through something.
Your nose is wrinkled, like something deeply offensive has lodged itself at the back of your throat, and you’re unsuccessfully trying to swallow it down, which doesn’t look like it’s going well for you. Your arms are held rigidly away from your body like touching anything, or being touched, might genuinely ruin your week. Possibly your entire sense of self.
“Everything okay?” he asks, which feels like a trick question.
You don’t even look at him. Which hurts a little.
“I wouldn’t get any closer if I were you,” you warn, already veering off towards the hand sanitiser dispenser. You pump it once. Twice. Three times. And then, for reasons known to only you and whatever higher power governs poor decision-making, a fourth.
It’s funny. He’s usually the one running that line through his own head on a loop. Don’t stand so close, don’t read into things—quiet warnings he’s choosing to ignore, despite them being dressed in bells and buzzers and all things loud and bright. So hearing it from you tossed out so casually lands…strange. Even if he knows you mean something else entirely.
He folds his arms loosely. “Define closer. How far is safe?”
“I’d say at least two metres,” you reply grimly, scrubbing your hands together. “Unless you’re curious about what my patient had for dinner.”
Abbot winces. “That bad?”
You nod, shooting him a tired look. “Projectile. Zero warning. I just happened to be standing right in the centre of her aim. It’s fine, it happens, I just need to get out of these scrubs.”
“Kid okay?”
Your expression softens immediately. “Yeah, she’s just scared, kept apologising like she’d committed a crime. Told her I get the same way when I’m at the dentist.” You turn back to face him, lifting a finger in warning. “Minus the sick part. I would like to make it very clear that I have not thrown up in the middle of a cleaning.”
A grin slides across his face. “You have a fear of the dentist?”
“Doesn’t everybody? Needles and drills—” you pull a face, “—who in their right mind would willingly choose to work with such things?”
“You work in an emergency department.”
“Correct,” you reply primly, walking backward towards the lockers. “But at least I’m the one doing the jabbing here.”
“Hm. Better to inflict than receive?” he calls after you.
“You just get me!” you say, pointing at him before turning on your heel as you jog down the corridor.
He watches you go, shaking his head, another laugh escaping under his breath. You’re ridiculous. Ridiculously kind. Ridiculously capable. Ridiculously easy to look at, even in hospital scrubs that deserve retirement. And he’s ridiculous for noticing, for letting his mind linger there at all.
Abbot is almost glad when the commotion outside starts to swell, voices overlapping, wheels clattering and metal clanging. A few seconds later a gurney is being rolled in.
Perfect. A distraction. Exactly what he needs right now.
Ellis reaches it first, guiding it to the open trauma bay.
“Daniel Miller, cyclist versus vehicle, thrown approximately ten feet,” one of the paramedics rattles off as they move.
“No helmet worn. Brief disorientation at the scene.”
“Ouch,” Ellis mutters, catching a glimpse of the patient's leg which is now skin fused with fabric, specks of gravel clinging to the wounds. “That’s a nasty bit of road burn.”
The man groans as the gurney jolts to a stop, one hand hovering near his ribs like he’s not entirely sure where the worst of it is, just that it’s bad.
Abbot leans in to help position him, and then pauses.
The guy looks familiar.
Not in an obvious way. Not enough to immediately go oh, right, him. Nothing that neat or convenient. But there’s something about his face that snags. A pull at the back of Abbot’s mind, the kind that almost clicks if you don't think about it too hard, but the second you do, it just slips.
Huh.
That’s going to bother him.
“Where do you want me?” you ask, a little breathless from rushing back which, out of context, is a wildly dangerous question to be asking him. In a non-work setting, he’s fairly certain he’d have a very different answer. Several, actually. None of them are appropriate.
He bites his tongue. Hard. And decides with great maturity not to comment on that, or the fact that you smell like you’ve walked directly through a perfume shop on your way here.
“Help Ellis irrigate,” he says instead, like a true professional.
You nod, grabbing a pair of gloves as you stand right next to Ellis.
Abbot glances up and catches the way your brows pinch together, the tilt of your head, like your brain is still trying to catch up with what it’s seeing. Or rather, who.
Weird.
So it’s not just him then.
“Dan?” you murmur, tone dressed in recognition.
There it is. Hearing you say his name—nickname—and suddenly Abbot’s mind stops circling and clicks into place, the earlier confusion blooming into clarity.
Your ex.
Abbot’s marginally surprised he hadn’t clocked it sooner, but quite frankly ever since you told him you’d broken up, he’d been glad to lose the headache and had scrubbed the guy out of his thoughts completely.
But now, seeing him up close, even if he does look a little different from the photos you had tucked in your locker, his face now marked with cuts and scratches, all that distaste comes rushing back.
It’s still the same face.
The same one he used to have the irrational urge to scribble devil horns onto, to cross out the eyes whenever he caught a glimpse of it over your shoulder while you were digging around in your locker.
The same asshole.
Or maybe Abbot was the one that was being the asshole.
After all, who you saw in your free time was none of his business. Even if you did seem to have a habit of going for absolute losers.
He wonders, not for the first time, if there’s a reason for that. Something that’s a little more buried, tucked away behind the easy smiles and the way you make light of things, like you’re picking people who don’t quite meet you where you are. Not because you can’t do better, but because somewhere along the line you decided that was enough.
That you were enough for everyone else, but never quite enough for something better.
He frowns at the thought.
Maybe it’s something that comes with time. With age.
Or maybe you’ve just never had anyone stick around long enough to prove you wrong.
“Hey,” Dan croaks and Abbot has to physically stop his eyes from rolling. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
Abbot tells himself that’s a poor attempt at a joke, not the very real possibility that the guy genuinely forgot where you work.
You don’t laugh.
“You were hit pretty hard,” you say instead, ignoring the look Ellis seems to be giving you, somewhere between I want to know everything and should I be punching this guy in the face. Abbot hopes, quite sincerely, that she’s leaning towards the second. “Try to stay still,” you continue, reaching for fresh gauze.
“Still doing the whole… saving people thing, huh?” There’s a crooked sort of smile pulling at his mouth, like he thinks he’s being charming. Abbot briefly wonders if that’s ever actually worked on you.
“Hold this,” you instruct, pressing the gauze lightly to his hand.
He glances down at it, then back up at you. “Bossy. Guess some things never change.”
Abbot’s jaw tightens. “Pain level?” he cuts in bluntly. “One to ten.”
Dan barely looks at him. “I’m fine.”
“Great. Then you won’t mind if I press here.” His hand settles firmly against the man’s ribs.
Dan sucks in a sharp breath. “Yeah, okay, maybe not fine.”
“Thought so.”
Ellis huffs under her breath, shaking her head with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop.
“Could be a contusion or a rib fracture,” Abbott continues, tone flattening into something clinical, like the last five seconds didn’t just happen. “We’ll get a chest x-ray, rule out a pneumothorax.”
Dan shifts, but his attention slides straight back to you—right until a tall brunette rushes in.
“Dan, baby, I’m here.” She reaches for him, gripping his foot at the edge of the bed. “How is he? Is he going to be okay?”
You’re the only one not occupied in that second, so you step toward her on instinct, already softening. “He’s going to be okay. We’re just checking him over.”
She nods quickly, still holding onto him.
You hesitate for a second. “You are…?”
“His fiancée,” she says like it’s obvious. “I told you not to go out that late. Gosh, it’s so dark and you never wear a helmet or anything, you could’ve died!”
Abbot watches the way your eyes catch on the pretty cut diamond resting on her finger. It's quick and easy to miss if you weren’t looking for it. But he is. Just a flicker of light catching on the shape of it, something unreadable passing over your face before your expression smoothes into something practised and polite.
You reach gently for her elbow. “Why don’t we give them a bit of space to work?”
She hesitates, looking between you and Dan.
“I just—I don’t want to leave him—”
“You’re not leaving,” you reassure her. “Just a couple of steps outside. I’ll come get you the second we’re done here.”
“I’m fine, babe,” Dan adds with a small nod.
That seems to do it, her body language loosens as you guide her out, passing her off to one of the nurses. You turn to head back in, but your name is called somewhere down the corridor, and you’re gone before Abbot even registers where you’ve been pulled to.
Abbot had only caught brief glimpses of you over the next few hours, which wasn’t unusual, that’s kind of how shifts in the ED worked. People moving in and out of your line of sight, always just out of reach, always somewhere else you’re not. Still, it irritated him more than it should. Mostly because he hasn’t actually had a chance to check if you’re okay.
Which, technically, isn’t his job. There are plenty of other people around. You’re perfectly capable. You’d say something if you weren’t. He knows that.
Doesn’t make it any less annoying.
So when he finally spots you at one of the computers, still in one place for more than five seconds, there’s a small sense of relief that he refuses to examine too closely.
He detours to grab a coffee first. For you.
He sets the mug down beside your mouse when he gets back, close enough that you notice the movement but not so close that it disrupts whatever you’re doing. You look up mid-type, a little startled, fingers still hovering over the keyboard like you’ve been caught between thoughts.
“I know it’s not that iced stuff you and Shen drag in here by the litre.” He nods towards the steaming cup. “But it’s the best the staff room can offer.”
“No, it’s perfect. Thank you.” You smile up at him, already reaching for it.
“Still hot,” he warns.
Too late.
You take a sip and immediately regret it. Your face scrunches, the mug pulling back too fast to be graceful, which is exactly how a splash of it ends up on your thigh.
“Told you,” Abbot murmurs, grabbing a tissue box nearby and pulling out a small handful.
You’re still staring down at the spreading patch, mildly horrified, which conveniently means you don’t notice how close he gets. Close enough that, for a second, it looks like he’s about to do it himself—press the tissues to your thigh, like that would be normal, like that wouldn’t be crossing several very obvious lines.
His hand lingers just above, hovering shy of contact, until you glance up and free him from the thought entirely by taking the tissues and dabbing them against your leg.
“Thanks,” you mumble tiredly.
“Yeah,” he says, taking a step to the side, forcing distance.
Yeah.
Great conversation.
“Daniel’s been discharged,” he adds, aiming for neutral, casual, but somehow landing right back in uncomfortable territory. “He’s going to be alright. Not sure he’ll be back to cycling anytime soon though.”
“Oh.” You ball up the tissues in your hand and toss them in the bin. “Good. That’s good.”
Abbot nods, drumming his fingers lightly against the counter. “And you?”
“Me? Have I been discharged?”
He shakes his head. “Not quite what I meant.”
“Shame. I was hoping to get off early.”
“Are you okay?”
Your smile wavers as you brush stray hairs back. “Yeah. Fine. Just didn’t expect to run into my ex here, out of all places."
He nods again. “Did you know he was engaged?”
“Nope,” you reply, popping the p. “In fact, it was the exact reason we broke up,” you add with a small laugh. “I wanted to get married, he didn’t.” You pause, turning back to your charting, fingers going back to typing. “It’s now very obvious that he did want a marriage,” you continue, a little quieter, “just not with me.”
“That’s not what that means.”
“No?” You glance sideways at him, one brow lifting. “Feels like a pretty straightforward conclusion.”
It shouldn’t get under his skin the way it does—the casual way you shrink yourself down to something easier to explain. But he’s discovered there’s a very long list of shouldn'ts when it comes to you.
“You ever thought that maybe he wasn’t the right fit for you, rather than you not being right for him?”
You bite the inside of your cheek, and he can tell he’s hit a nerve, but he’d press on it every single day if he thought it’d make a difference, if it might rewire the way you see yourself.
“It doesn’t really matter now anyway. He’s moved on and I’m happy for him. Who cares what I do with my feelings,” you say, waving a hand in his direction like you can brush it all off.
“I do.” The words come out softer than intended, with no time to dress them up as something safer.
You pause at that, looking up at him properly now. “You don’t have to,” you reply airily, like you’re offering him an out he didn’t ask for.
“I know. But I do.”
“I’ll live. And you should know by now things like that would never impact my work.”
“And you should know by now that that’s not what I’m worried about.”
A breath leaves your nose, caught between a laugh and a sigh. “You’ve been really annoying since you started going to therapy.”
“Robby has never missed a day of telling me that.”
He observes you for a moment after that. He can tell you’re brewing something, like a teapot left too long on heat, and he’s just waiting for it to tip, for you to let even a little of it spill so he can try to ease just a fraction of the things he’s certain are eating you up inside.
A few seconds pass. Then a minute.
Abbot shifts his weight, already half turning away, figuring it’s time to leave you to it.
“I’m not—” you sigh, leaning back in your chair.
He stops.
“I’m not upset about him, okay? Not like that.”
“I didn’t think you were.”
“It’s just…” you exhale, looking down at your hands, fingers stretching over the keyboard. “It makes you question things.”
“Like what?” he presses, not unkindly.
You shrug, but it's looser now, less defensive.
“Like whether you were asking for too much,” you admit. “Or…that maybe you’re right and it's just not the right person.”
He watches you carefully. “The second one.”
“You’re very sure about that.”
“Yeah.”
“Must be nice,” you say softly, “being that certain.”
He almost smiles, but nice isn’t the word he’d use.
Torture is closer.
All this certainty.
Because for him, that’s all it’s been. Knowing, without any real room to argue otherwise.
He knows he would be no good for you, not in a way that would make you feel unappreciated because he’d make you feel the opposite of that in excess, but in a way where he knows it still wouldn’t be enough. He’s very well aware that he’s further down the road than you are, that he’s already lived through things you’re only just approaching, that there are years between you that don’t just disappear because he wants them to.
And he knows himself well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of knowing he’d taken something from you he had no right to take, even if you gave it willingly. Because what he’d be offering wouldn’t be equal, not really. It would be shaped around where he is, not where you should get to. And you…you’re still young, still standing at the start of things with so much ahead of you, the kind of future that should be wide open, not bent to fit someone who’s already lived most of his first.
He’s not someone who can give you that, not fully, not in the way you deserve, and that’s the part he’s most certain about.
“Not always,” he answers, rapping his knuckles against the counter.
You study him for a change, like you’re trying to find something there he’s not giving you, some crack in it you can pull apart. But when nothing gives, you shake your head and turn back to your work.
“Well, I’ll let you know when I’ve reached your level of emotional enlightenment."
“I’ll be waiting.”
You offer him a smile then, not the polite one you hand out to patients, not the one that disappears as soon as it’s seen. It stays long enough for him to appreciate it. Quietly. Because that’s all he’s allowed to do before he’s walking away.
Summary: In the chaos of a mass-casualty call, your badges get swapped, leading to a quiet, loving moment with Jack as you switch them back.
A/N: I need more Abbot on my screen now! This work is all mine, and proofread by Grammarly.
Masterlist
The page comes in while you and Jack are still tangled together in bed, limbs warm and sweaty under the blanket.
The sheets are twisted around your legs, your fingers brushing against his arm, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat through the warmth of his chest. His head is buried into your shoulder, and you watch the slow rise and fall of his chest. The softness of his hair grazes your cheeks, and the faint scent of his cologne lingers in the bedroom air.
Not one, but the two sharp shrills echo through the quiet, dark room.
For a moment, neither of you moves, letting the warmth sink into your bones one last time. You cling to the familiar weight of him, memorizing the feelings of being wrapped in his arms.
Then the blankets are thrown back. Clothes are shoved on in a rush.
“Train derailment,” Jack mutters, already reaching for his pager. “Mass casualty.”
You don't even answer, just nod; both pagers going off are already a serious clue that something big has happened.
It was barely ten minutes ago that you were in bed, still feeling the lingering warmth of each other's skin, but now you're both pushing through the ambulance bay doors as if you're late.
The emergency department is pure chaos.
Sirens still wail outside as paramedics flood in, wheeling stretcher after stretcher, while nurses move quickly between trauma bays. Voices overlap with orders and updates, and someone is shouting for more crash carts. Monitors beep in uneven rhythms, alarms screaming in bursts, each one pulling your attention in a different direction. The smell of antiseptic and blood cuts through the air. The noise is so loud it makes your head spin.
You toss your bag aside, almost forgetting it in your rush, clipping your badge on without thinking. Jack does the same. Neither of you notices the switch, too busy being swept into the utter madness. Somewhere in the noise, the warmth and intimacy of the morning feel miles away.
You barely see Jack after you split off. One second, he’s beside you, next he's being pulled into Trauma Two while you’re being escorted into Trauma Four.
“Doctor, over here! Males, mid-forties, chest trauma, hypotensive–” a paramedic sounds as you slide the stretcher into the bay.
You’re already moving. “On my count: one, two, three,” you guide the team as the patient is transferred over. “Get me a pressure bag and a quick exam.”
Hands follow your motions automatically, your mind running through the mental checklist without a conscious thought. Every movement is precise, every order sharp, every instruction crisp.
“BP’s dropping!” a nurse calls.
“Breath sounds decreased on the left—”
You don’t hesitate. “Prep for a chest tube.”
“I’ll assist.”
The voice is close this time. Robby.
You glance up just enough to see him stepping into the chaos beside you, already gloved, focused, moving with the ease of someone who has done this hundreds of times.
“Let’s do this,” he adds.
Everything narrows after that. Hands steady, orders sharp. No wasted movement. You work around each other seamlessly, like a well-oiled machine. Friendly and familiar even amidst the chaos, the unspoken trust between you is clear.
“Tube in.”
“Great. Watch his pressure.” Robby calls.
“It’s coming up.”
A brief sigh of relief floats through the room when the patient's pressure stabilizes. For a moment, the chaos eases, and Robby’s gaze flicks towards you.
Down.
Your badge.
His eyes linger for a second.
Fucking knew it, he thinks, internally laughing at how obvious it is now that you and Abbot are together. Another glance, just to be sure, then he looks back towards the patient as if nothing happened.
“Nice call,” he murmurs, already refocusing.
And just like that, what he saw is buried, under the noise, under the urgency, under everything else.
It wasn’t until you finally stepped out into the hallway that the adrenaline started to wear off.
You tug your gloves, exhaling slowly, the snap of latex echoing faintly as you toss them into the garbage. The chaos of the trauma room still rings in your ears.
Besides you, Robby is also pulling his gloves off, a little slower but more deliberate.
“Nice work, Abbot,” he says.
You frown, confusion washing over your face. “...What?”
He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he glances sideways at you before lifting his hand, gesturing towards your chest.
Your stomach drops before you even look down.
But you do.
And there it is.
Jack Abbot, Doctor.
Clipped neatly onto your scrubs as if it belongs there.
Shit
Your fingers brush the badge, hoping maybe a simple touch could make your own name reappear. It doesn't.
Your mind races, shifting through chaos, the adrenaline, the exhaustion. Of course, it had to be Robby who noticed. He isn’t the chief for nothing. Your chest tightens slightly, not from embarrassment but from the knowledge that Robby finally knows your secret.
Robby lets out a quiet breath, a mix of hum and a suppressed laugh.
“I noticed back there,” he mentions, glancing back at the trauma room you both just came from. “When you called for the chest tube.”
You freeze. If he noticed that in all of that chaos…who else did?
“Figured I’d wait,” he adds, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You exhale, tension creeping in now, sharper than before. “Robby—”
“Don’t ruin this.”
You blink. “Ruin what exactly?”
“This,” he says, finally looking at you properly now, the grin breaking through. “This is too good.”
You cross your arms, trying to pull yourself together, even as your pulse picks up. “It’s a simple mistake.”
“Mmm.” He hums, unconvinced. “You just somehow happened to grab his badge? In the dark? Maybe while trying to get dressed in a hurry.”
You don’t answer. The silence already tells Robby everything he needs. His expression shifts from amusement to quiet satisfaction, the kind of smug certainty that says I knew it. The subtle lift of his brow, the slight ease in his shoulders. He was right. Always.
Finally, you let out a laugh, letting the truth slip out. He’s going to find out eventually; might as well just tell him.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “That’s what happened.”
Robby’s grin widened, triumphant and teasing but still completely warm. He’s not disappointed, god knows Jack needs someone steady in his life like you. He’s satisfied that his growing suspicion of you two has been proven right.
“I so knew it,” he murmurs mostly to himself, tilting his head, then adds, nudging you subtly, “Go find the actual Dr. Abbot and switch badges. Before anyone else notices your little secret.”
You shake your head, tired. “I hate you.”
“Mm,” he hums, clearly pleased. “That’s what everyone says when I’m right.”
For the first time since the trauma room, the tension in your chest eases, your shoulder loosening. A calm, settling feeling washes over you at the knowledge that Robby's approval and teasing bring, right in the middle of the chaos.
You don't have to look very far to find Jack. He’s just outside of Trauma Two, speaking with one of the nurses, his voice low and steady as he goes over updates. His sleeves are still rolled up from working; he looks the same as he always does after something like this, focused, grounded, like the chaos never affects him in the way it does for everyone else.
You watch the way he nods, the way his hand rests on his hip, the way his weight settles more firmly on his left side.
The memory of how close you were just an hour ago, warm sheets, quiet breaths, his arms wrapped around you, rushes back. And now this.
Your chest feels full, content.
His eyes flick up and find you immediately. No confusion, just recognition, like he's been aware of you the entire time, even when he wasn't looking.
“Give me a second,” he says to the nurse, already stepping away and heading towards you.
You meet him halfway. The ED noise fades into the background.
You don’t say anything right away, but neither does he. Enjoying the little moment.
Then his gaze drops towards your badge.
He lets out a soft laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly as he tips his head down.
“No way,” he murmurs, tapping the badge lightly. “You’re kidding me.”
“We didn't notice when we got paged in,” you murmur back, a mixture of groan and smile.
“I can tell,” he says easily, still smiling. “Still funny, though.”
“Robby knows,” you whisper.
Jack pauses. Then a small, knowing smile tugs at his lips.
“I’m guessing that’s how you found out,” he says, glancing at you, “He noticed before you did?”
“Of course he did,” you admit.
Jack shakes his head lightly. “Yeah. That sounds like him.”
A quiet pause settles between you.
“We should probably switch them back.”
“Probably,” he agrees.
But neither of you moves right away, as if stepping back means breaking something.
Jack unclips his badge from your scrubs. Your breath catches, both simple and profound. You do the same, removing his from your chest. The trade is quick, charged, fingers brushing softly, lingering longer than necessary.
You feel the warmth of him through the contact, the rise and fall of his breathing steady and grounding. Neither pulls away.
Jack takes hold of your badge, glancing down at your name, your title, before looking back up at you. Something in his expression shifts. Softer. Loving. He leans closer in just enough to share the warmth in the bright hallway.
“One day,” he adds, a faint smile pulling at his lips, “that badge might say Abbot anyway.”
Your breath catches. Not from surprise. From the way he says it. As if these few months together meant everything to him. Something warm spreads through you, grounding you in a way the adrenaline never could.
“…Yeah?” you ask quietly.
Jack holds your gaze for a second longer than necessary.
“Yeah,” he says, certain. In that single word, you feel the weight of everything he feels for you, how much he trusts you, how much he loves you.
He finally steps back, just enough to break the tension, but his gaze never wavers, carrying all of it without a single word.
Then, almost casually, he says, “Let’s get back to work.”
The words are ordinary, but the look that comes with them is anything but. It lingers in your mind, steady and warm, as you turn and step back into the rush of the hospital together, badges finally switched, side by side, knowing you’ll be back in bed together soon.
Retired!Simon
Smut 18+ part two to this, filthy smut, pwp, filthy filthy filthy, age gap, overstim, FILTHY, pussy slapping, throat fucking, oral (both)
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You text the number the moment you come home. Fuck seeming desperate or so, you'd be damned if you let the best fuck of your life get away. Fingers a bit trembly from excitement, just a simple 'hey'. You stare at the screen for a minute before putting your phone away. Like he'd reply that fast.
He must have been like forty or so, good chunk older than you. Crows feet around his eyes when he smiled - whatever one would could call the expression similiar to a semblance of a friendly intent he gave you before leaving you wrecked in the bathroom. Didn't even catch his name before he had your skirt pulled off, hand grabbing into the fat of your ass, roughly.
His touch still phantoms your body. Handling you like he's known you all his life, pushing, prodding, around the curves of a girl young enough to get questioning stares if seen together outside. Maybe you even would be desperate enough to just call him. Maybe that's excatly what he wanted, making you beg for it, knowing how those fifteen minutes were more than a quick fuck for something so young and inexperienced as you. Mean. But you like it in some way. The game of cat and mouse had long begun before you knew you were part of it.
No answer for three days and you're jumpy. Always looking at your phone, biting your lips, ignoring the achy pain in your cunt that was begging for relief. But your vibrator wasn't cutting it anymore, barely able to push you over the edge and no gratification with it. You just can see those honeyed brown eyes of his, nursing a drink in the evening while reading over your simple text, asking when you'd break.
You hope he would show up on the golf course again, maybe you'd recognise his friends and ask them a few things. Anything to give you a sense of control in whatever you had entered. It doesn't get as far, because on the fourth night your thumb has its own plans and before you know the phone rings. Once, twice, thrice. Then finally the thick, accented voice comes through, your thighs clenching, a burst of joy rushing through your body.
"Already missin' me, doll?"
He was enjoying it way too much.
"H-hey."
Butterflies in your stomach and you lightly slap yourself to get yourself together.
"Didn't reply to my text, so thought I'd call."
"Yeah? What can I do for ya?"
Smug bastard. Like he didn't know.
"Hoped I could see you again."
Your hand laid open.
"Hm. A straightforward one, aren't you, doll. Atta girl."
You hear glass clanking on the other side of the line. He did seem like a whiskey type of man.
"Whenever you want to."
Of course he'd say that.
"Right now?"
Maybe your pussy was doing the talking for you.
"That desperate f'me?"
A soft chuckle on his side.
"Alright, get your pretty ass here."
Didn't expect that to work. Maybe you weren't the only one needing this.
"Where do you live?"
"I'll send you a cab."
"T-thanks."
"One more thing."
You pause in your movement, already scurrying to get changed into something more presentable.
"Simon's the name. Remember it. Gonna be screaming it a lot tonight."
"S-simon..."
You cry out, hips trembling as his thick cock slides out slowly. A gush of slick pools around your ass but you don't nearly have enough braincells to care about the ruined bed, tears streaming down down your cheeks.
"p-please..."
His bulbous tip smacks your clit and your eyes roll back.
"Please what?"
"L-let me cum."
Of course he had been edging you all night, eating you out only to pull away once your back arched up and you were babbling his name like a prayer. His thick cock had sank in, wrecking your cunt, a thumb on your clit only giving you light strokes every now and then. Your folds were sticky, glistening, the amount of juices he had forced out of you made you want to cry. You had been so frustrated the past days, nothing feeling good and now that you were so close, he only bullied your poor cunt until she was swollen, crying all over him.
"Why should I?"
"P-please..."
His cock sinks back in and your lip wobbles. God it felt so good but it wasn't enough. Not when he was moving so slowly, hands sunk into the fat of your chest almost painfully. Your clit was throbbing from the onslaught of feelings, clenching, begging for more. You must look pathetic, lying there in that mating press, soaking through everything, your panties lying somwhere, ripped apart.
"Gotta work for it, doll."
It was burning between your legs. You were going crazy, fat drops of slick hitting the expensive rug unter your knees while he was feeling his fat cock down your tiny throat. Your eyes weren't focused anymore and you don't know if you were even breathing, dizzy enough that your head felt empty, static.
"Look at your poor throat. 's all stretched out, eh? Body too small for my cock?"
He gives you a mean thrust and you gag around him, more tears rolling out your eyes. Your hands were gripped into his muscular thighs, not knowing if to push away or endure so maybe he'd give you what you needed. Not like you'd manage to actually pull away, his hand on the back of your head, making you move up and down his length.
"Like taking older men's cock into your mouth? Making good use of every hole you got."
His words were gasoline to the fire inside you. Every time your cunt clenched, you could hear, hear the squelching that came with it, like his cock had gaped you enough over the hour he had just sat inside you and played with your body.
"Oh yeah, you love it. Dirty cunt's ruined for any other man, eh? Might as well get my name tattooed on there."
He finally pulls out, the relief of being able to properly breathe again barely important compared to finally have his cock stretching out your wall again. He makes you crawl back onto the bed and spread your legs so he could inspect the damage he's done, sinking in three fingers with no resistance.
"You'd really do anythin' for me to fuck you properly, eh?"
All you can do is whimper weakly, clenching your cunt.
His palm comes flat down, delivering a light slap onto your folds and you cry out. Again, he starts slapping your pussy, making loud plapping squelches echo off his room while you try to scurry away from the pain, screaming out his name in hopes he's stop.
"Ah, no, no running away, doll."
A hand on each leg pulling you back down.
"You want to cum?"
"Y-y-yes..."
You gargle out, feeling the knot building, hot embarrassment washing over you, knowing what was coming. He spit onto your cunt, glob of saliva running down, feeling cool against your reddened folds. Then he started again, sharp slaps against your cunt, grazing your poor clit, making you flinch every time the sharp pain burned so good against you. And the coil built up again, growing and growing, vining up your torso until you were crying out his name every time his hand made contact with your poor body.
“Here we go.”
A strong gush of liquid drenches him, your body shaking, lips opened in an attempt to scream and he starts fucking his fingers into you. A second gush comes right after, your thighs wet and slippery, your body engulfed in blazing bliss, your eyes rolling so far back, you swear you were seeing the back of your skull.
“Atta girl. C’mon, do it again.”
Another slap and more liquid just explodes out your wrecked body. He’s got you on your tummy moments later, cock slipping in and his pace picks up. Quick, brutal, like he did in the bathroom, he pummels your pink hole until you were sure she would never ever want another man inside. Strokes that hit your cervix, punched the air out of your lungs, the slickness your clit was pressed into every time his body weight slammed into you bordering on painful.
“Getting your cunt ruined by some old man. You ought to respect yourself some more, eh?”
Your thighs starts to tremble again. You let out a strained moan, fingers holding onto his wrist like he’d slow down if you did. A few more strokes and you feel him nestling his load right under your womb.
“Fuckin’ good pussy. Best one so far.”
You think he’d let you stay like that, tummy down on his dirty bed, finally giving you rest. But the moment he pulls out, he puts your limp body onto his lap, hand on your chest, groping and occasionally sinking a finger or so into you to push his seed back into you.
“You still want to cum? Still want my fingers in that dirty hole o’yours?”
You whine weakly, trying to shake your head no.
“Yeah? Alright.”
And he starts back at zero, three fingers in your cunt, brutal pace, until you were emptied all over again, his seed now spread across your lower half as all you manage is gargle out pleas of his name and some incoherently strung together syllables. The next orgasm makes you question if you were still alive. There was a constant dribble of slick running out your cunt, your clit swollen two twice its size, the firm slap of his palm felt in your entire nervous system.
The has the audacity to press a kiss against your soft lips, once he’s done. A hot towel cleaned you up and his arms carried you over to another room. You were out of it and the moment you smelled fresh sheets and a blanket was pulled over you, you enter the deepest slumber of your life.
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Just Retired!Simon fucking the breath out of you, one of the young golf cart girls trying to sell him beer, in the bathroom stall. Hand over your mouth, skirt pooling at your ankles.
his thick cock has you stretched obscenely wide, the door shaking with every of his brutal thrusts. His buddies were waiting outside, asking themselves why he was taking so long, never imagining he was plowing into the girl half his age with the vigour of a twenty year old.
His fingers are on your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with ease, driving you crazy, all while sushing you, telling you to stop being so loud. Like he wasn't the one wrecking you.
Leaves you with a thick load in your panties, messy hair and his number scribbled on a piece of paper while you try to explain your boss why your bathroom break took so long.
hello….yes hello…what if you wrote abbott and reader….dry humping but like him slipping under her underwear….like something like that….
Dry humping and the illuminati will save us
Jack loves dry humping something something because it reminds him of his youth and makes you all needy and submissive.
The Tv's turned down low, long forgotten as Jack rolls his sweatpants-clad hips into the fleshy plush of your ass.
He pulled your pj shorts down to rest under the fleshy curve of your ass a while ago, tracing the bulging outline of his cock between your asscheeks with breathy groans.
His forehead is pressed into the back of your hair, mind turning heady with the scent of your shampoo.
You try to turn to him, whimpering when the girthy length of him presses just right against the dip of your flesh.
"Yeah, y'like that sweetie? Like daddy in your ass?"
A roll of your hips into his has him slipping a hand under your thigh, bringing your leg up to rest over his, readjusting to press the hardened bulge against the outline of your pussy — the fabric of your panties soaked through, seeping into the grey of his sweatpants.
"Need t'feel you," you practically sob, digging your nails into the tanned skin of his bicep.
Jack hums from behind you and runs two fingers down the front of your pussy through the fabric of your panties, rubbing your slick upwards to your clit and pressing into your soaked folds before pulling the fabric to the side. He circles your clit with his middle digit, rubbing his cock up against your folds.
You swear you could cum just like this and you nearly sob with relief when you feel him fumble around the band of his sweatpants, the warm fat head of his cock presses up against your entrance, teasing you before he slips it halfway in, spreading the lips of your cunt open as his cock fills you.
