summary: Frank Langdonâs back in Pittsburgh ten months post-rehab, post-divorce, and post-moving into a one bedroom apartment with no wife, no kids, and more baggage. The pressure and anxiety coupled with his chronic back pain all happening on the eve of the fourth of July nearly causes him to relapse. A thing he knows could ultimately cost him his medical license and whatever semblance of a life he still had. Considering the magnitude of what heâs got to lose, he wills every strength he has left to resist the urge brought by his crippling addiction, one mocktail at a time.
pairing: divorced frank langdon x fem!doc / robinavitch!reader
chapter i (12.4k)
Frank distracts himself with a one-night stand aka the best sex of his life the night before heâs set to return to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, with no other than Michael Robinavitchâs sister.
chapter ii (12.6k)
On top of dealing with colleagues on the day he is set to return to work, Frank Langdon has to inevitably face the aftermath of sleeping with Michael Robinavitchâs sister.
chapter iii (19.1k)
A revelation causes a minor setback in the remaining hours of her first shift at the PTMC. Time bleeds through everyone's hands. People are getting arrested. Patients seem to be dying left and right. Frank Langdon thinks he should have never returned. Michael Robinavitch believes he'd never get to leave. Will she be able to convince both of them to stay or will she finally realize she should have stayed away?
chapter iv and chapter v will be exclusively posted on AO3.
note: yall, is this thing still on? bc i lied. i canât shut up about these two it ended up being a mini series. pls bear with me ok. i have a lot to say. #yap session incoming! i hope u enjoy this little drama my brain had surprisingly spit out.
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kinda fleshing out the idea of my abbot angsty slow burn fic and debating whether to write it as âx readerâ or mohabbot fic. thing is, i want to exhaust as much creative control i can get characterization-wise and obv i wouldnât get that if i write samira bc i have to stick with what sheâd do canonicallyâbutâat the same time, i also think it can work despite restrictions, ykwim? i could just cry
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summary: Robby had asked Jack Abbot to house-sit while heâs off on his three-month sabbatical. It just so happened that Robby also asked you, his sister. Out of all the things heâd managed to list, one would think Robby would have the decency to let you know that you werenât the only one tasked to keep his house intact. But no, of course he didnât because whereâs the fun in that?
pairing: jack abbot x fem!doc / robinavitch!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI. explicit content, smut (80% filth, 20% plot), sexual and suggestive themes, unprotected p in v, m-receiving, inappropriate use of jack abbot's wedding ring, ass!jack abbot (a bit?), competency kink (more of an internal power struggle), reader is early 30âs, in case i miss anything: reader's discretion is advised. if this fic makes you uncomfortable at some point, i suggest to stop reading.
word count: 3.7k
note: honestly have zero idea what brought this on. enjoy!
Robbyâs reminders were fairly simple: No smoking, no parties, no pets, no babiesâyours or anybody else's.
You remember rolling your eyes at your brother when he was listing things. You werenât a smoker, youâve never been to a party in what felt like forever, you have no pets and youâve got zero plans of having children of your own; did he really think youâd want to care for one at all?
By now youâve lost count of the times youâve been to Robbyâs place. It didnât matter if it was for breakfast or a random weekend afternoon for a harmless grocery shopping in his pantry. Youâve come by so much he was beginning to be a huge dick about your frequent visits. Why are you here? This isnât the reason why I gave you a duplicate. You canât just take all my eggs and leave! Non-sense, really. Whatâs the point of having a big brother living in the same city as yourself if you cannot mooch off them?
You let a week pass by before you eventually caved and decided to do your sisterly-duty of making sure Robbyâs house hasnât burnt to the ground. Yet.Â
Conveniently enough, his house wasnât that far from your apartment that you could easily deviate from your usual route on your morning runs to drop by and visit. You figured, house-sitting was an errand you can check-off your own list on your day-off. You didnât really have the time to check on Robbyâs home considering you were working overtime five times a week on top of your fifteen-hour shift at PTMC.Â
Huh.Â
To your surprise, you found Robbyâs house immaculately cleanâspotless. It was as if he hadnât lived in it at all. There was practically no sign of Robby left other than the picture frames lined atop the family mantel and the ACDC poster hung by the living room wall. You didnât think heâd leave his place this clean.Â
Clearly, you expected a lot worse from your poor brother. It wasnât because he was that bad at housekeeping, but as you know from experience, he isnât exactly above purposely leaving the entire place a wreck just to annoy you.Â
One time heâd left the entire sink filled with dirty dishes when he went away for a medical conference in Chicago. He even left you a note that said, âOops. Too lazy. Hope you like it.âÂ
At the immaculate state of Robbyâs house, your surprise would surely be well-expected.Â
Without removing your airpods, you close the front door with your back as you toss the keys onto the accent bowl youâve gifted him for his 51st birthday.Â
You eased your way into the kitchen, thinking youâd be proven wrong by how the living room looked. To your dismay, it was just as clean as the previous room. You can probably hear your shoes squeaking against the cold tile-floor.Â
Now that you thought of it, walking around Robbyâs home in your running shoes would be a crime against whoever managed to get his house this clean. Too bad you werenât Robby.Â
You make your way out of the first-floor bathroom, heading for the stairs.Â
Hopefully, your brother had only half-assed cleaning his home and left the entire second floor looking less staged and more lived in by someone like Michael Robinavitch himself.
âIâm that bitch, been that bitch, still that bitch,â you sing animatedly, mouthing the lyrics to Megan Thee Stallionâs Savage. Melâs crash-out playlist has been coming in handy on your runs, youâve got to make sure you compliment her about it.Â
Your footsteps are heavy against the floorboards as you round your way through the stairs to the second floor. Just when youâre about to walk towards the hallway leading to Robbyâs bedroom, you see him: Jack Abbot.Â
Not just Jack Abbot.Â
Naked Jack Abbot.Â
Right in the center of your brotherâs entertainment area; bare ass with muscles hard like stones rippling underneath his skin as he held onto a yoga pose so obscene it was rather enough to make you forget whose naked ass it was you happened to be staring at.Â
You gulped, absent-mindedly taking off your airpods.Â
You have always thought him to be muscular and fit. Logic dictates he would be; after all, he was a military man first before he was a doctor. But you hadnât expected Jack Abbot to be so⌠jacked.Â
He met your eyes the second he caught sight of your figure through the mirror.Â
The two of you froze instantly, unsure of where to look other than your respective gaze.Â
Jack recovers faster than you, the look of shock on his face now replaced by the cold smug stillness he usually carried so effortlessly.Â
Screw his military instincts.Â
âEnjoying the view, Robinavitch?âÂ
With that, you blinked, immediately turning your back against him so fast you couldâve easily gotten yourself a whiplash. Jack Abbot is buck naked. You find the need to remind yourself. Buck naked in your brotherâs house with nothing else but a giant grin now plastered on his stupid face.Â
Up until this point in your lives, you hated his guts. Heâs always been so insufferable. Arrogant. A huge prick and a know-it-all that fondly maintained a liking to making you feel incompetent and small.Â
You feel an unfamiliar warmth spread on your ears and your chest.Â
What the fuck is wrong with you?Â
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â You tried your best to sound miffed by his presence.Â
Heâs on his feet now, one hand taking off his own earbuds whilst the other covers himself.Â
âHouse-sitting for Robby. Isnât it obvious?âÂ
You face him again as if to correct the previous notion, âI am house-sitting for Robby.â
âReally?â He arched a brow as he continued to watch you intently. âHow come I didnât see you last week?âÂ
âDidnât think a visit would be that urgent.â You answered him with a pointed look, fighting every fiber in your being from looking anywhere else but his eyes.Â
He doesnât say a word but only smirks, reaching for the towel haphazardly draped on the leather couch. You willed yourself to look away but in the corner of your eyes you watched him as he turned to his side and wrapped the towel around his waist.Â
Heâs waiting for you to break the ice.Â
Speak goddamnit.Â
âAreâare you decent now?âÂ
âOnly one way to find out.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, knowing full-well that remark was accompanied by a smug look on his face.Â
Why does he have to be so full of himself?
You turned his way to see him still half-naked.Â
âYou couldâve at least put on a shirt.â You snarked.Â
He merely shrugged, âPretty sure youâd rather have me covered from the waist down, Robinavitch.â
âPlease.â was the only remark you could utter.Â
Fucking hell.
You didnât expect him to be this hot naked.Â
Half-naked.Â
You try diverting your gaze anywhere else but at him. Him and the sharp V-line starting from his waist and disappearing just below the cotton-fabric of his towel. Only when your eyes landed back to his eyes did you realize that just like you, Jack Abbot was staring.Â
Suddenly, youâre hyperaware of the fact that you werenât in your hospital scrubs; the outfit he usually and more importantly regularly saw you in. You were in your favorite set of athleisure, chest exposed, skin still visibly sticky with sweat from your morning run.Â
âItâs rude to stare, Abbot.â you reprimand as you mirrored the same proud look he had.Â
âCould easily say the same thing, Robinavitch.â He answered, eyes trailing down onto your physique as though cataloging every part of your body he could hungrily gaze upon.
You scoffed a laugh because it was the only noise you could manage to muster.Â
Robbyâs house is unexplainably hot all of a sudden. It didnât make sense. There mustâve been faulty wiring in his cooling system.Â
Jack pulls you back to where you stood, chuckling with sarcasm. âSure fire way to win an argument: Laughing.âÂ
âThis barely counts as an argument.â
The corner of his lips lifted infinitesimally just as he tauntingly asked, âThen what is this?â
Oh, you hate him. You hate his guts.Â
Heâs enjoying this. Seeing you flustered and uneasy; catching you off guard just so he can say he had managed to shake the better Robinavitch under his palm.Â
It was barely eight in the morning and Jack Abbot had decided to play a dangerous game.Â
Youâd kill Robby for being so despicable; for messing with you worse than a month-old load of dirty dishes. This⌠Jack Abbot and you with little to no clothing under one roof was simply diabolical. Even for Robbyâs taste.
But killing your own brother would have to wait. For now, youâll have to deal with his best friend.Â
You walked towards him, closing the huge gap that parted the two of you as you maintained your gaze upon him. His hazel eyes looked at you, visibly amused but nevertheless maintaining his cool and detached demeanor.Â
Your hand swiftly took the shirt placed on the armrest of a chair you assumed to belong to him. Jack had gone completely still.Â
âDepends on what you want it to be.â You softly suggest, eyes lingering on his for a beat longer just before it lands on his lips. âWhy? Did you think Iâd cave and run off after seeing you⌠exposed?âÂ
You caught the way he was breathing and you swore you felt as though fire was being lit up on your abdomen. He was pissed. You know heâs aware of it.Â
âNot so talkative now, arenât you, Jack?â You smirked, pushing his shirt against his rock-hard chest with a gentle shove. âYouâre in my brotherâs home. The least you can do is be decent.âÂ
You were about to let go of his shirt when you felt his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist. Your eyes darted back at him.Â
He had regained himself.Â
âI distinctly remember there were no rules against nudity in your brotherâs home.â He said, mimicking the tone of your voice. âNo smoking, no parties, no pets, no babiesâyours or anybody else's. Remember?âÂ
âThat doesnât mean I have to stomach seeing your wrinkled ass unprompted.âÂ
Jack laughed at that.Â
âWrinkled, you say?â He asked, voice sounding like a grunt just enough to make your knees tremble. âThen why do you look like youâre desperate to climb me, Robinavitch?â
Your breath hitched as you realized how close his face was from yours.Â
You mightâve just crossed a line with Jack Abbot.Â
You tried to break from his hold with just enough force in order to free yourself, but to no avail. He was simply and undeniably stronger.
âWhat? No snarky comeback off that smart-mouth of yours?â You hated the arrogance lacing his tone.
Incompetent and small.
Thatâs how youâve always been to Jack Abbot.Â
Right now, the longer you fail to make another move, the more ammunition there is for him to use against you. Abbot can continue underestimating you and thatâs the exact thing you can use to your advantage. Thereâs simply no way you will come out of this with a losing hand.Â
Stubbornly, you lifted your chin high as you met his gaze, hazel eyes trying to decipher whatâs inside your mind.Â
âYou know what I hate the most?âÂ
You edged him on with a question he least expected. You know he isnât going to do anything else other than talk you into embarrassing yourself more in front of him. He enjoyed that more than anything else. You know he liked making you feel uneasy and small and below him. Now, youâd called his bluff. Thereâs no turning back.Â
You catch his jaw clenched just as his grip on your wrist tightened.Â
âMen who talk too much.âÂ
Without missing a beat you pull his weight towards you using his hand still wrapped around your wrist and kiss him.Â
Jack Abbot had remained stoned to the ground despite the fact you were kissing him. He was yet to recover from the shock of having Robbyâs sister in his armsâwith her tongue invading his mouth.Â
You feel his grip on your wrist loosen and it was enough for you to break free. With his shirt now on the ground, completely forgotten about, you take your hand and wrap it around his nape.
Come on, just a little more and youâd win against Jack Abbot.Â
With your teeth clashing, he manages to speak, âIs this really what you want?âÂ
He felt your smirk in between kisses.Â
You wanted nothing else but win.Â
Instead you say, âI want you, Jack.â
You feel the last string of restraint leave his body and thatâs when you knew winning was the only thing youâre destined to get out of this unlikely endeavor.Â
Jack pushed you towards the wall as if to cage you in his hold. One hand caressed your jaw while the other supported the small of your back. His kisses were hot and heavy and fueled with need you couldnât quite understand how it came to being. It was as though heâd been starved for far too long and now, here you were, offering yourself to the enemy with all too willing hands reaching out for him.Â
You feel him push his body against you, fully aware of the fact that you can easily unwrap his towel loose to get a hold of his erection. He was hard. Just like how his muscles felt beneath your touch.Â
You slid your left leg around his midsection as you let out a moan. Jackâs hand left the small of your back and snaked its way onto your ass. You bit his lower lip and slid your tongue into his mouth as you continued to kiss him passionately.Â
âTake off your clothes.â He ordered, already working on pulling down your leggings just as you remove your sports bra. You didnât even find yourself opposed to the idea. You just willingly gave in to whatever he wished.Â
âFuck, Robinavitch.â He breathed, taking your lips into his, speaking in between kisses, âYou have no idea how I longed to touch you like this.â
Jackâs kisses were doing more things to you than youâd initially expected. It wasâ it was more than ordinary. You always felt aghast by the idea of him touching you whenever Santos and Javadi would suggest it, but now it made sense. His touch was burning, his kisses fervent with more than just necessity. It almost felt as though Jack Abbot was fueled with nothing else but greed.Â
His right hand made its way to your breast, caressing it, twisting your nipples in between his thumb and pointing finger. You find yourself failing to contain your whimpers as your hand finds its way to his hair, pulling him as close as possible to your body. Jack offers himself quite willingly, taking one bud in his mouthâthe heat of his tongue just enough to cloud your better judgment.Â
âChristââ You curse, biting your lip as you arch your back, pushing your body further towards him.Â
Just when you think Abbot could never have you completely at his mercy, you feel a cold and foreign friction down your slit.Â
What is it? Was that his wedding ring?
âAlready fucking wet for me.â He grinned, his ring finger gliding amidst the wetness of your clit. âIs this what you want?â
You fail to answer, settling with moaning his name, growing all the more impatient with his relentless teasing.Â
âJust say the word and Iâll stop.â He says, despite his lips trailing kisses down the crook of your neck and onto your clavicle.Â
A whimper tore itself off your throat when you felt him slide a finger inside you.Â
âPlease. Donât stop.âÂ
âThatâs it.â He said, the famed smug look finding him once again. âBeg for it.â
He finds the need to ask again, pushing yet another finger. âDo you want me to stop?âÂ
You could only moan and squirm as an answer.Â
You catch him smile, pulling his fingers in and out of your pussy in an agonizingly slow manner.Â
âI need your words, Robinavitch.â
You hate him. You hate him so badly.Â
You curled your leg around him tighter just as you wrapped your other leg around his waist. He pulls his fingers out of you and catches you with practiced-ease as if your weight had meant nothing to him. Â
âDonât stop.â
You wanted to win. You wanted this round against him.Â
That is what you wanted.Â
Isnât it?Â
Jack pulls away momentarily, planting wet kisses on your cheek and on your jaw as though marking you in subtle ways he can claim his territory.
âTell me where you want me to fuck you.â He breathes, kissing you once more just as he begins listing parts of Robbyâs house heâd been fantasizing about fucking his bestfriendâs sister. âThe couch, Robbyâs bed, or this wall? I will fuck you whichever way you want.â
Win, Robinavitch.Â
You wanted to win.Â
âI want you on the couch.â You ordered as you caught your breath, sliding off of his grasp and nudging him towards your brotherâs leather sofa.Â
Jack Abbot doesnât even stumble. He simply let his body fall onto the leather surface and watch your naked body flaunted before him.Â
âCome here,â He stated, clearly thinking youâd sit on top of him.Â
With nary a word, as you kept your eyes pinned on his, you dropped on your knees to take him.Â
With a gentle tug, the towel is lost.
You see the faint hesitation in his eyes fade behind the glint that settled quickly at the forefront. Hunger and greed. Who knew Jack Abbot could be so possessive?Â
As your hand wrapped around his shaft, the reality of what youâre about to do befall you. He was⌠well-endowed, to say the least. So much so, youâre beginning to second guess your ability to take him.Â
Jack mustâve sensed your reluctance, causing him to gently hold your hand to pull it away from him.
âYou donât have to.â
Win. Win. Win.Â
You pulled your hand free and smirked, âUnderestimating me, Abbot?âÂ
Jack stilled and his hazel eyes darkened. He looked at you in a way enough to scare most people. Too bad you werenât âmostâ people.Â
Instantly, Jackâs breath caught in his throat the second your lips envelope around his head. He feels your tongue dance around him, teasing him just like he did with you a while back. You look at nothing else but him, refusing to look away as you ease down on his girth and length, making sure he gets to see how well you take him.Â
âFuckââ He gasped, breathing your name, hand darting out to catch the side of your head; fingers weaving through your hair and forming into a grip. You feel the pressure of his hold, fueling your own greed to win. Win win win.Â
Slowly, you drew your head back as Jack guided you down the entirety of his length. With both your hands, you hold him in place, twisting and pulling him as your mouth nestled his head.Â
You watched Jackâs chest begin to heave just as his hips jerk ever so often.Â
With it, you let him go with a popâsliding your tongue underneath his length, causing Jackâs thighs to shake.Â
âGodâyouâre so good, Robinavitch.â He praised through his groans. âSo good, you take me so fucking well.âÂ
You let the praises go straight from your left ear, out to the right and continue to please him. You tightened your grip on his shaft as you drew your head back once moreâtaking him closer to the edge.Â
He went completely rigid.Â
âStopââÂ
You looked at him puzzled, âWhy? Did I do something wrong?âÂ
You see a faint smile creep into his lips just as his calloused thumb grazed over your cheek, falling onto the corner of your lips to wipe the saliva pooling off it.Â
âYouâre nothing short of perfect.â He simply said, âI just donât want to come yet.â
Oh.Â
Without a word, he leaned forward, taking you by your arms as though guiding your way to his lap.Â
âSit.â He commanded whilst fisting himself.Â
His free hand held you by your waist as you positioned yourself on top of him, clearly not needing anymore of his instructions.Â
When he lets go of his shaft, he pulls you into yet another kiss, each time more fervent than the last.Â
âSo wet for me.â He said in between kisses.Â
You feel him sliding along your slit as though to gather all your wetness, just before he pushes your hips onto him. Indistinguishable moans and groans echoed through the four corners of your brotherâs home the second both yours and Jackâs hips met, grinding desperately to meet your own ecstasy. Â
Jackâs right hand was planted on the crook of your neckâhis thumb pressing onto your pulse point whilst the other remained on your waist, guiding the way you grind against him.Â
Thirty minutes ago he wouldnât have imagined himself being in this position; with you grinding on his lap just to prove a fucking point.Â
You continue moving against him swiftly; fucking him with purpose as you feel the coil tightening in your abdomen.Â
âYes, thatâs right.â Jack urged you further, letting out a groan. âUse me, Robbie.â
You whimper against his lips, refusing to breathe.Â
âThatâs it, baby.â Jack grunted, feeling his own hip jerk. He takes his hand away from your neckâhis thumb finding your clit instead. âCome for me.â
âOh my god, Jack.â You begin to shake around his thumb, feeling yourself close.Â
The release, inevitable with the way his touches burned punishingly and so unforgivingly. Your thighs shake underneath his hold just as you relish in your own highâmoaning no one elseâs name but Jack Abbotâs.Â
With both of your chest still heaving from your respective orgasms, a wicked smile is discernible on your lips the second you meet Jackâs gaze.Â
You bucked your hips against him, still relishing the feeling of his entire length inside you, just as you declare, âI win.â
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