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pope’s so used to you calling him “andrew” or “andy” that when you do call him pope, his head whips towards you with that puppy-eyed look he gets, looking like a child about to be scolded.
“what?”
“….am i in trouble?”
this gif is exactly how i picture him looking like😭💗 (my baby :3)
synopsisyou were Robby's star pupil, his favourite person, but when he catches you and Jack in the middle of performing a high risk procedure you definitely shouldn't be doing he can't handle the jealousy. so really, is it your fault if your pushed into Jack Abbots bed, but can't stop thinking about Robby?
warningsjealous&possesive Robby x reader, Jack Abbot x reader, kinda Rabbot, Jack kinda wants Robby in this, language. smut MDNI. fingering, oral (f receiving) breast play, dirty talk, praise, Robby calls while Jack eats you out. handjob
authornotei'm so close to writing Rabbott fics, I need them both!
pitt masterlist. last robby fic! last jack fic!
“What the hell are you doing?”
If you weren't as skilled a resident as you were, as stony as you'd been made, the raise of voice and slam of a door would have stolen you from your attentive work. But it didn't. You didn't flinch. As your hands were all but inside a patient it was a good thing, too.
Jack tutted from over you, the heat of his breath hot on the back of your neck. “Robby...”
“I said- what are you doing?” he barked again, standing in the middle of the trauma room.
Nurses turned to look at him and then back to you and Jack, un-sure of which immovable force was greater.
You only focused on the woman in front of you. Bruises up her arms, blood on her cut-away clothes, tubes coming out of her and into her, monitors beeping with life signs fleeting.
“It's a hypotensive pelvic bleed,” you said through your face screwed in concentration.
“A REBOA? Are you serious, right now?”
“I'm here, supervising, brother,” said Jack, still caved over you like he could protect you from Robby's wrath.
“You're not her attending,” Robby argued.
“No but I'm an attending.”
You could hear Robby's sharp inhale of breath, picture the clock of his head in annoyance and the tight pinch of his eyes. You knew every small give away of his that he didn't know he had. The tightness of his muscles when angers, the way he clutches at his chest for his star of David when silently scared.
The tension in the room chocked you.
Jack was still at your side, a comfort, a gentle wave against the sharp rocks. “Keep going.”
Robby said your name, an edge to it you'd never heard before.
Looking past Jack you found Robbie. He stood blocking the door, gowned up already, arms over his chest. His brows were pulled in, eyes dark as they levelled on you. He was danger dressed as a man.
But in front of you there was Jack, nodding encouragingly.
“Keep going.”
Your hands moved to carry on in spite of Robby's sigh.
“Okay... good...” said Jack as you pushed in the needle. “Femoral artery, couple inches. All right, let's guide wire and introduce the sheath.”
You pushed and did what Jack said, careful under his guidance.
Robby watched all the while, walking slowly around. He knew how well you preened under praise and careful instruction, like a cat purring at an owners touch. Robby knew because it was always him, ever since you began as a med student to intern to resident he'd been there to build you up, crafting you into a perfect doctor.
His perfect doctor.
Apparently he didn't like to share.
“How much saline have you pushed?” asked Robby.
“Five CC'S,” said Jack, without entertaining his attitude.
“Your carotid is weak,” said Robby. “Is it even there?”
“Yes,” you said.
Jack caught your gaze behind your goggles, pleading silently. You hadn't worked with him as much as you had Robby, or Langdon or almost anyone in the day shift but he seemed to catch on to your needs at once. “You know what to do.”
With his words you proceeded.
“Push another three CC'S of saline in the balloon,” you ordered.
“Injecting.”
There was a moment of silence as the saline was passed through tubes into the woman.
“How we looking?” asked Robby.
“Radial is up, pressure's up too- BP hundred-and-ten,” said Donnie.
For the first time since Jack dragged you into the trauma to teach you a REBOA, you looked at the patients face. At the blankness of it, the blood splattered at her cheek. There was colour returning to her.
“Check the wound,” said Jack.
You did so, the wound at her pelvis are that had been gushing on arrival had stopped bleeding.
“Looks okay,” you said.
Jack's gloved hand squeezed your gowned shoulder, blood of the woman passing between the two of you. However, it was the physical contact that broke you from your trance, pulling you up taller. “Good job, you saved her life, another couple minutes she wouldn't have made it.”
“She's still not out the woods yet,” said Robby.
You looked back at him with enough time to catch an un-characteristic roll of his eyes.
“Surgery can take her now,” said Jesse from the phone.
“Oh, finally they're ready for us?” teased Jack as he moved around the gurney. “Now that they've missed all the fun.” He passed you a wink that sent butterflies in your stomach rolling around.
The team pulled off gowns and gloves, pulling the gurney out the room.
“Wait-” said Robby, arm out stopping you as you went to follow.
The doors shut behind the gurney before Jack could understand you were behind, trapped in a room with a bear of a man who was failing at concealing his anger.
You waited for him to begin. Whether it were to be a lecture or an approval that you saved a woman's life, you wanted it over and done. The adrenaline was coursing through your body in crashing waves of red. You'd crash if you didn't calm. “There was no time for anything else-”
“- save it-”
“- there was no time for me to come and get you-”
“- stop!”
You stepped back, hands balled at your sides.
It wasn't un-common for any member of staff at PTMC to have Robby Robinavitch yell and demand the stars and moons from a person. It was scary to have him yelling at you, his deemed shadow and golden girl.
Since day one everyone knew you held a special place in Robby's heart.
“I saved a patient's life,” you defended. Was that not the most important thing to be doing? Could you not be attending to at least two other patients while he stood- imposing- in front of you.
“Doing an extremely risky procedure that is only reserved for the senior residents which you are not,” he scoffed out.
“Doctor Abbot was at my side the whole time, he talked me through every step.”
Robby shook his head, chuckling and looking around the room as if to be anywhere but with you. “Abbot-”
“- he believed me capable,” you said. “Don't you think I'm capable?”
His teeth bit into his bottom lip as he turned away from you, stretching his hand to the back of his head and flattening the hair there. When he turned back to you he took a step closer, watching the toes of his shoes meet yours.
“Do you know why I'm angry?”
No, you really didn't.
You took in a deep breath, meeting his eyes that lowered to yours. “Because I performed a high risk procedure.”
“A high risk procedure without me,” he corrected. “You're on day, not night. I'm your attending, not Jack. You get me when you're doing something like that, you understand?”
There was little room for argument. Your body trembled, the mixture of blood on your gloves and the beating of your heart heard in your ears. The lights of trauma two were suddenly too bright; walls too sterile. You nodded.
Robby tsked. “Do you understand?”
Every word was punctured with anger.
You rose to all your height. “Yes, I understand.”
He didn't dismiss you, only jutted his head back as he dragged a hand over his beard.
Without a word, you dismissed yourself.
“I just don't get why he was so.... angry,” you admit quietly.
The lights of the bar were dimmed in a golden light, casting sun set gazes around the bar Jack had told you was a good place to get a drink. He'd led you to a small table by a window with the blinds pulled down, his hand- the one that had saved so many lives- splayed out on the small of your back.
Somewhere along the night Jack's chair had scraped around closer to you. So close with every inhale you could catch the musk on him and his arm was comfortably slung around the back of your chair.
There were two empty whiskey glasses of Jack's and you were still cradling your first, down to the dregs.
“It's Robby,” said Jack with a shrug of his shoulders, but it didn't stop the crease in his brows.
“But he's never been like that with me.”
Was it the fact you'd seemingly lost your favouritism bothering you? More than you cared to admit. More so the fact you didn't understand why he'd yelled.
Why the flare of anger had burned brighter with you saving a life than anyone else?
Why your body had trembled at the rise of his voice.
Jack's body tilted toward yours, head bowed low as he looked up at you through his lashes. “Oh, come on....”
You slurped the last from your straw and looked at him. “What?”
“You don't have to play dumb with me.”
Your own body gravitated towards him. “Play dumb? I'm not playing dumb, what are you talking about?”
Jack chuckled, shaking his head to himself. He sipped the last of his drink. “Robby's...” he trailed off.
“Robby's...”
Jack levelled his gaze to yours. “He likes you.”
The words sat frozen in your brain. You knew Robby must have had some soft spot for you, you knew he liked you. But the way Jack said it, a teasing lift to his voice and the serious gaze of his eyes suggested it was more than the competence of your skills as a doctor that had Robby's affection.
“He doesn't,” you chuckled.
“He does,” said Jack, nodding along with your words.
“How would you know?”
Jack's cheeks dusted a faint pink, the rain on the window behind you dropping like mini thunderstorms. “Believe me, I know.”
You waited for more clarification.
“You have no idea the kind of effect you have on old men like us.”
Like us. Jack didn't just speak for Robby but himself. The pink in his cheeks, the hand on your back earlier. The heat from him was all different now. A wanting.
“Old men?” you smirked.
Jack's eyes darted between your eyes and lips. “Yeah, old men.”
“You're not that old, are you?”
Jack tilts his head side to side.
You peer closer at him as if trying to find the lines of age in his face. “Younger than Robby though, right?”
Jack nods. “Younger than Robby, if that makes any difference.”
“Any difference to what?” you asked, stirring the straw against the ice in one hand, the other holding your chin.
“To you.”
Under the table Jack's fingers traced over your knee, gently, as if he was trying to go un-noticed. You felt it anyhow. Felt as his fingers gripped your knee when you pushed your leg against his.
He watched you, analysing.
“Well,” you began, pushing your leg to kick over the other under the table and moving his hand further up your leg, till his all too eager fingers were splayed over your thigh. “What kind of effect is that?”
Jack was always a serious man at work. Competent and well kept. You didn't expect him to be so well versed in 'playing games'. “I dunno if I can tell you.”
“No?”
Jack shook his head, eyes lingering over his lips and his head tilted to the side, watching you. “I could show you?”
There was lip gloss stain over the straw in your glass, you saw it catch Jack's eyes as he pushed away your empty glasses to provide more space on the table.
“See any time you look at us, it's like-like a tingling sensation,” he said. “Like when you know someone's got their eyes on you.”
His hand that had been riding higher at your thigh darted away, leaving a sudden tremble of everything cold through your body. Instead, he rested his elbow at the table and beckoned your hand to his. He didn't hold it, instead, spread your fingers out and put palm to palm in a tender touch.
“And then when you touch us, it gets worse,” he uttered, eyes stuck on where your palms met. Jack's hand moved around yours, playing with your fingers.
“Worse?” you ask.
“A good worse. Good shivers,” said Jack, pulling at a finger.
“I touch you enough for you to gather all that?”
Jack's dark gaze found yours again. He bit down on his bottom lip. “Not nearly enough as I'd like.”
The door of the bar opened and a gush of wind cooled the heat on your skin. But Jack's eyes were like a furnace that you were sitting too close to, burning yourself and delighting in it. When the door shut again with an un-oiled squeak, Jack reached over.
He plucked the necklace charm from against your chest, the brush of his knuckles against your chest. “Pretty necklace.”
“Thank you,” you said, voice shaky un-characteristically.
“You get it yourself?”
“No, it was a present.”
It was almost as if he didn't have to ask who had gifted it to you. Whose hands had brushed back your hair in the middle of a shift and clasped it around the back of your neck.
Or maybe he just didn't want to know.
Jack's apartment was everything that made him.
As you passed the kitchen and he peeled off his jacket, keeping his lips close enough to breathe you in, you could smell the coffee from the morning plastered to the walls.
When he pressed you up to the sofa to shove his hands down your pants and slide a finger into your wet pussy your fingers scratched at some blanket he had thrown over the back of it.
You caught a glimpse of pictures around the place, a frame of meddles too but his place came to you in flashes and glimpses through pleasure.
“I'm gonna show you,” he uttered against your mouth as another finger slipped into you, worked inside of you. They curled up, your body moving into him at the feeling. “Just how I want to touch you.”
The car ride over had been torture enough. He could hardly get himself inside the car, stealing himself away from you. But your lips had been at his neck at every stop sign and red light. Your hand had ghosted over his crotch and the hardening length of him. As occupied as you'd been in each other in the front seats of his car you'd been beeped at twice.
“Jack,” your voice whispered, lips dragging against his as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of you, pulling at the seams of your panties.
“I'm gonna show you just how Robby wants to touch you.”
You wish the name didn't have the effect it did. That the fury you felt at him for how he yelled didn't turn to a throb in your core when Jack said his name.
“You're touching me, Jack,” you said, breathless.
“Yeah... yeah,” he said. “You like that I'm touching you?”
You nodded as his fingers retracted, finding your clit and wetting the bud of nerves, circling it.
“Say it,” said Jack. “Say it.”
“Yes, I like it.”
Jack grinned into the curve of your neck as his fingers plunged back in, working you open and spreading your wetness of the black of your panties. “God, you're making such a mess for me baby, aren't you?”
He worked you open a little longer, mumbling encouragement with every moan and throw back of your head. 'So pretty, arg, you're so pretty baby.'
By the time your stomach was coiling tight like a snake ready to pounce Jack removed his hand from your pants and kissed you again. It was a hard kiss, his clean hand grasping your cheek and keeping you still as he forcefully worked his lips against yours, like it had only just clocked in his head it was you he had on his lips, it was you he was turning to putty in his hand. Like he wanted to forge you into his lips
“Not done yet,” said Jack, hands sliding down to your hips as he guides his nose up and down your neck, breathing you in. “I wanna make you moan on my tongue, like Robby wishes he could, yeah?”
Your body betrayed you, shivering again in anticipation.
Jack's hands stirred you by the hips, urging you to his room. He pushed the door open over your head, licking into your mouth.
“Please... don't mention Robby right now,” you said as Jack fell slowly to his knees in front of you.
His brows rose. He kept his eyes on you as he pulled down your pants, helping you step out of them. “No? You don't want me to mention Robby?” he asked.
You shook your head, looking away from him. You knew you'd soaked yourself through by the small touches and passionate kisses from Jack. But you didn't need to see the realisation hit when he realised Robby's name had as much effect on you as Jack's own touches.
“Eyes on me, keep your eyes on me,” said Jack.
With a tight squeeze, you looked at him, seeing the attending of the night shift get closer to your heat.
“See, I think, you like when I say his name, huh?” his nose nudged your clothed clit. “Robby.”
Jack licked a stripe up your pussy, gathering your want through the cloth.
You were left, mouth agape, to catch your breath. Your hands didn't know where to go till Jack peeled off his shirt and guided your hands to his shoulders, your nails digging into the freckled skin there.
Jack wet his tongue with his spit before he rubbed it along your panties again, kissing you there. “I think you're so wet for me, but you're wet for Robby too, huh?”
“Jus-just you, Jack,” you gasped.
He swept a finger into your panties and let the elastic snap back against your skin.
Your body jolted in its wake.
“Not just me, don't lie,” he said, darkly.
In the morning would you realise what you'd done? Jack wasn't your attending but an attending none the less and Robby's friend- brother- at that. Although you and Robby were nothing more than colleagues, it didn't feel right to have Jack licking up your want with his name on his tongue.
“Liars don't get to come, you know,” he said. “So, you get this wet when you think about me?”
“Y-Yes.”
You could feel Jack's smile against your thigh as he pressed a kiss there.
Jack hooked two fingers around the bands of your panties and slowly dragged them down. “Do you get this wet when you think about our Doctor Robby?”
“Yes. Yes I do,” you gasped, your body curling up in the relief of letting go.
Yes, you liked Robby's extra attention. You couldn't even be left angry at his chastising you when it sent a wave of need through you, settling in your core. When you'd been at the bar with Jack, touching him in ways you'd thought about touching your own attending, almost wishing he would storm through the door and see the two of you.
“Good girl.”
Quickly Jack tilted his head back and found purchase in your pussy.
His tongue laid flat against your core.
It didn't stay in one place long. It explored all around you, tasting you for the first time and mapping out delicate spots. He slipped between your folds like he was always supposed to be there, moaning into you.
Your nails dug into his shoulders. “Mmh, Jack!”
He licked you up, spreading the mess of your want around and cleaning it up. “Taking my tongue so well,” he said against you. He dragged his lips down your thigh, wet tongue dragging up and down.
Your legs trembled as Jack spread the lips of your pussy and buried himself in there again. He pressed his thumb onto your clit, your body lurching at the pressure.
“Oh fuck, J-Jack!”
“Pull my hair, pull my hair,” he said into you.
Your did so. Your hand fell into the short strands of his salt and pepper hair, twirling into the strands and tugging just enough to rip a groan from him.
Jack buried himself into your further, his nose nudging into you deeper and deeper till he was almost trying to be inside of you.
Every time your eyes fluttered shut Jack pulled back, easing up on his work of your pussy and easing the orgasm that was slowly building up.
“No, no- eyes on me, keep your eyes on me, baby,” he said.
You looked down to him. “Jack, I want- I want to come.”
“I know, I know you do baby,” he said, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit again. “You will, I promise, I promise.”
He eased himself up from his knees and helped off your shirt and peeled off your bra before he latched himself onto your breast.
Your back arched into him. His hands felt larger than ever as they curled around your waist and held you in. He groped at your breast, watching it jiggle as he moved before swirling his tongue around your nipple.
“Jack-”
“God, I wish Robby were here,” said Jack as he switched his attention to your other.
“Wh-what?” you didn't know if you'd heard him right.
Jack looked at your breasts instead of you, dedicating time to licking up each of them. “Wish Robby could see how good a girl you're being,” he muttered, almost to himself, like he wasn't talking to you. “How responsive you are. Would you like that? Would you like Robby to watch?”
You imagined it, closing your eyes.
Jack let you.
You pictured Robby sat on the bed, watching. Would he watch with his glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose? Would he keep his hands to himself or want to touch and play? You imagined how big he was, if he'd get hard watching.
If he'd touch. If he'd stand behind you while Jack kissed along your breasts. Would Robby dedicate enough time to the back of you?
“You want Robby?” asked Jack.
Anyone else eating you out or with hands on your chest wouldn't want another mans name on your lips.
Jack seemed to thrive on it.
“Yes,” you gasped.
Jack reached back up to you. “Yeah.... yeah...” his nose ghosted yours as he inched closer to kiss you.
In the slim lighting of his bed room you could see the shine of his lips from your arousal, the burn of red at his cheeks. There was a clink as he un-did his belt, throwing it behind him as he slowly pulled down his trousers.
First you saw the prosthetic of his leg before you trailed up, past the scars, to the heavy set of his cock. It flushed red at the tip, a leak of pre-cum running down. It stood tall onto the thin, greying hair down his sternum.
“Jack-” you reached for him, wrapping your hand around him.
“Ah- ahh fuck, baby,” he moaned as you slowly pumped him. “You feel so good. God, Robby doesn't know what he's missing.”
You tangled your tongue with his as you pumped, growing confident in every pump, in every leak of his cock, in ever groan of him into your mouth.
Would Robby guide you to holding Jack's man hood in your hand? Would his own hand wrap around your wrist and guide you up and down, muttering how good you were doing.
It was like you could hear him in your head.
'What a good girl doing what you're told, so responsive,' you imagined the heavy set of his tongue dragging over your pulse as you wrapped your arm around Jack's shoulders, smothering him in closer.
“I wish-” you said against his lips, making a mess out of you mouth as you squeezed his cock. “I wish Robby were here.”
“Yeah. Yeah, me too baby,” said Jack, slowly wrapping his fingers around your wrist and peeling back your hand. He pulled two of your fingers into his mouth, licking the taste of himself off and into the warmth of his mouth. “Next time.”
Jack eased you back on his bed, crawling over you.
You shuffled up, sitting up on his headboard. “Do you- do you want me to?”
Jack's brows pulled together as he brushed back your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “To what, baby?”
“To ride you? Would it be easier on your leg?”
Jack smiled, love sick. “That's very kind of you sweetheart. Next time, I'll let you ride me like I'm a damn horse,” he whispered as he slowly lowered you down. “Right now I want you to finish on my tongue. Then I'm gonna really fuck you like I've wanted to for so long.”
You watched with a bite to your lip as Jack rolled a condom over his cock before hovering over you.
He stirred the base of his cock against your pussy, rubbing the arousal of you over your slit.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes.”
Would Robby hold you against him, keep your legs spread for Jack? Or would Jack insist on Robby going first.
“Beg for it, baby.”
Before your words could leave your mouth the familiar buzz of your phone echoed between you.
Maybe anyone else would have ignored it, sent it to voicemail or let it ring. Except Jack- he moved down his bed, reaching for your pants and fishing out your phone. He smirked down at the contact before holding the phone out to you.
“Answer it.”
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, looking at him. “Wh-what?”
“Answer him,” he said, grabbing your hand and putting the phone it in.
Robby.
You looked to Jack, having no time to ask if he was serious before he was descending on the bed again. His eyes were pointed, gaze locked on you.
You answered, holding the phone to your ear. “H-hey, Robby.”
“Hey. Is everything okay?”
Did he know you'd left the bar with Jack? Did he hear his name called from both your lips?
“Yeah, everything's okay.”
Jack smirked at you.
“I've been calling you all night, you didn't answer,” you could hear the slight accusation in his voice, the small anger you hadn't bowed and answered the phone when he called. He wasn't good at hiding it though maybe he thought he was.
“Sorry I-”
Jack slid two fingers inside of you at once and pumped them without warning.
You caught your breath in your throat. “- I was busy.”
“Busy?”
“Yeah,” you gasped.
Robby stirred down the line. “You okay?”
Jack was looming close enough to you, nodding for you to pull the phone back enough for him to hear.
“Yeah, it's just, cold in my apartment,” you lied.
Jack's brows rose, he mouthed the word, cold?
“Still haven't sorted that heating, huh?” Robby chuckled down the line. “You need someone to come sort that out for you.”
Jack withdrew his hand, dragging those two fingers from inside of you around you, before lowering himself back down. He spread you open, lying his tongue back in.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Want me to come take a look at it?” asked Robby.
“Not- not right now,” you pushed your phone back as Robby scoffed lightly. You sort Jack's attention, begging for the end of the torture he was inciting. His eyes were a haze of lust as he only watched you, shaking his head slowly to feel all around you.
His hand pushed your knee up to your chest, welcoming him in deeper.
“Are you still mad at me for earlier?”
“Y-yes!”
“You are?”
You'd forgot Robby down the line, forgot his question, could only feel the depth of Jack's tongue in you. You bit down on the bottom of your lip. “Yes! Yes! Yes, I am!”
“Okay- well, i'm sorry,” he said down the line. “You just have no idea what seeing you with Jack does to me.”
Jack moaned into you, sending vibrations through your body. His nose nudged against your clit, circling his tongue in you. Your mouth opened, a moan ripping through you that Jack managed to stifle quickly by slamming his hand over your mouth.
“- It's just, I think of you as one of mine,” Robby continued down the line, un-aware's to Jack tapping your phone on speaker and placing it next to you.
Jack dropped his mouth next to your ear, nipping at the lobe. “As mine,” he uttered.
“- seeing you with Jack, I can't stand it, you know I can't-”
Jack went back down to his work, two fingers working inside of you as he sucked in your clit. Your walls are like silk that his fingers thread through with ease, your mind blank with pleasure.
Your moans continued to be muffled by his mouth, he dared not move it.
“- you know I... you know I favour you over anybody else in that ER-”
Your hand reached out for your phone, sure you would come soon and needed to end the phone call.
Jack reached out for you. “Be nice, be nice.”
You picked up the phone and put it to your ear, Jack sucking diligently at your bundle of nerves. “Robby, I-”
“What is it? You sound like you're burning up? You need me?”
Yes, you needed him.
Jack curled his fingers up and you came with a loud gasp, ending the call abruptly as your world shattered in stars of want. Your back arched into Jack's mouth as he laid there open mouthed, taking what you could give him like a man dying of thirst.
Only when your breathing calmed and you could open your eyes to make sense of the world- and Jack's room- did Jack slowly move out his fingers, gently crawling up you body with kisses like butterflies.
You laughed when Jack reached your neck. “Oh god.”
“What?” he said, laughing along with you.
“I hung up on Robby.”
Jack fished for your phone, holding it between the two of you as he rubbed the head of his cock against the slick of your folds. “Then I guess we better call him back.”
cw: f!reader, mdni, smut, belly bulge, jack is a little shit
You’d like to smack the stupid smirk from Jack’s face when he bottoms out inside of you, but he’s got your wrists pinned to your back. The raw force of his hips meeting yours forces a whimper out of you, making him chuckle.
“You okay there, princess?” he asks.
Just as you’re about to answer in a tone he probably wouldn’t like, he pulls out a few inches and thrusts back into you so hard that the whole bed shakes. Your entire face is mushed into the mattress, which just so barely muffles your surprised shriek.
“Fuck, Jack,” you gasp.
His thick cock pulses inside of you as you clench around him as if you’re trying to suck him in deeper.
“Hm?” he hums innocently.
With one hand, he keeps hold of your wrists while the other rests on your hip. His thumb smooths over the delicate skin of your lower back, but you barely register the sweet gesture as he thrusts forward again, pushing your face deeper into the pillows.
A whine falls from your lips, which Jack shushes immediately.
“Aww, poor baby,” he coos. His voice is soft and sweet as honey, dripping with faux concern.
He tugs at your wrists, practically forcing you into a more upright position. With your back almost pressed against his chest, you wobble slightly, but Jack’s got you. His free arm wraps around your tummy, keeping you upright.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “You can take it, can’t you?”
He fucks up into you, the thick head of him aiming at your G-spot so hard that you think you’ll bruise. Sweat drips down your back, and your breathless, high-pitched moans fill the room.
His hand on your belly moves lower and presses down against the distended shape of his cock.
“Ja-ack,” you gasp, the one-syllable word disrupted by a particularly rough roll of his hips.
“Uh-uh, baby, it’s okay. You like this, I promise.”
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sammy bryant, who takes his gf to a pool party and gets lots of jeers along the lines of "do you know what to do with all that?" from his coworkers as she lays out in a lounge chair in a cute little bikini.
yes anon. YES! such a lovely idea i hope i brought it to life properly <3
thinking about how sammy bryant and everyone else thinks you’re way out of his league.
it started with the obvious, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on. sammy was all nervous and tongue tied around you from the moment you came into the department as an important witness for one of his cases. it took about three months of coming around for questioning and also just stopping by to ‘stay updated’ before you had to be embarrassingly direct. “sammy? are you ever gonna ask me out or should i stop with the muffin and coffee visits?” he had been absolutely baffled that you wanted to date him.
and so was everyone else at the station. you started coming around more often, no longer a witness but as his girlfriend. you charmed everyone instantly with your sweet personality, bubbly conversations, and of course… you’re hot at shit. all the detectives can’t keep their eyes off you when you prance into the department in a tiny skirt and lunch that you made for sammy.
and they especially can’t look away right now. in the backyard of one of the detectives houses as you sit in the cutest little bikini with bows on it. you’re stretched out on one of the lounge chairs giggling and getting to know to the other girlfriends and wives of sammy’s coworkers. sammy is at the grill with all the other guys, uncomfortably flipping burgers while they all jeer at him.
they start off strong with their taunts. “you payin’ her sammy?” and “how much prison time did ya threaten her with if she didn’t date you?”. sammy is beet red at this point. he’s about to snap and pull up the sex tape the two of you made last night where you were sobbing from how good he made you feel, when the new rookie chimes in. “yeah bryant. do you even know what to do with all that?”
“of course i do!” his angry yell rings out through the backyard. everyone turns their head at the noise. sammy looks around sheepishly at the wide eyes he gets. he finds yours that are filled with concern “everything okay sammy?”. he nods once, then turns back to the grill as the other detectives double over in laughter.
little do they know, on the other side of the pool you’re telling the other women that sammy bryant knows exactly what to do with ‘all that’.
"you've seriously gotten a noise complaint!?" one of the wives asks you. you giggle through your response, probs too tipsy and oversharing. "we've gotten so many i stopped keeping track! what can i say? he always makes me scream." all jaws drop to the floor, mascara'd eyes blowing wide at your words. "really?" a blonde asks you in disbelief. you scoff and shrug casually as if what you're about to say is the bare minimum. “big time. it’s because he makes sure i come at least twice before he even tries to have sex. never settles ladies." all female eyes curiously trail across the yard to your boyfriend with a newfound respect for the man that apparently keeps you more than satisfied.
you're feeling wayyy too comfortable at this point, so you're a little glad when you hear sammy's voice cut through your next admission. "oh and! he does this thing with his tongue that makes me literally black out right when he-" "baby?" your head snaps to your boyfriend who is now only a few feet away. he has a plate of food put together for you of everything you like without you even having to ask. all the women clock it, then glare at their partners who are already eating at the outdoor table. sammy looks very flushed as he hands it to you, most definitely from hearing your words.
actually, all of the detectives hear your words. but not from you. nope, sammys coworkers got an earful about your amazing sex life later that night at home from their spouses. the next day at the station, they all stare at sammy as if they've never seen him before.
sammy's instantly flustered and heavily confused at the almost astonished looks he's receiving. it isn't until the same rookie who had questioned his abilities the previous night comes up to him and says, "hey man... if you're ever um- givin' out any tips for... y'know- i would uh, appreciate it." that he understands that everyone now knows exactly how he gets a girl like you to date him.
hey so what are we thinking jack’s/pope’s cup size is….because imma be honest his are bigger than mine….like those are full on BOOBS (stress balls for my hands ya know)
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synopsis a visit from your ex boyfriend leads to something way more.
content 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, unprotected sex ( not condoning! ), making out, established relationship, brief fingering, missionary, mentions of smoking & 2nd hand smoking ( also not condoning irl! ), ig lowk toxic??? ex bf!ab ( also sweet with a side of mean!ab if you squint really hard—! ), praise & degradation and more that i’ll probably end up editing in afterwards 🐰🐰
malia speaks lit my 4th standalone for this freak and its smut againidk if that’s telling LOL <33 anyways i promise the next ab prompt will be somewhat sweet and fluffy trust Xx also pls someone get the joey lynch reference in this or i MIGHT just cry 😐😐
━━━━ YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE been thinking about him. As you made breakfast that day and burnt your finger on the toaster, thinking about his touch.
In the shower when you closed your eyes, you saw his face. Sharp jaw and glassy green eyes the same colour as marble.
You couldn’t even remember the reason as to why you broke up with him ━━━━ and how you could if you still held this much weight because of him.
All you could think about was how incredibly fucked you were for still thinking about your ex of all people.
You sat silently across your bed, trying to keep your focus on the movie that played across your laptop ━━━━ trying not to think about him again, especially when you know your thoughts would only lead to bad things.
But the more you tried, the more you realise that thinking about him was all you had ━━━━ thinking about him was all you’d get.
You sigh out heavily, lifting your leg up to rest your head against before the lights of your room began to flicker, the sound of the switch being toyed with echoing.
“You ignoring me, girl?”
You practically almost scream out at the sound of Alfie’s voice, a part of you thinking it was a figment of your needy imagination, until your eyes saw him leaning on the doorframe.
You weren’t at all sure when black beanie hats and casual t-shirts worn over long sleeves became something you were attracted to.
Then again, it was Alfie.
You caught pieces of his hair flip out from underneath the beanie, his arms exposed and showing off his impressive veins that indefinitely made girls ━━━━ including yourself faint.
A premade blunt rolled itself across his pink lips, which you can’t help but zeroed your gaze on as it followed the swift motion before you snapped yourself back into reality. “What are you even doing here? How did you even get in here anyways?”
“Spare key.” he holds the said key up, spinning it across his finger a few times before pocketing it back, using his other free hand to hold the blunt up and perk behind the top of his ear. “And you still haven’t answered my question ━━━━ how come you’re ignoring me?”
“I’m not ignoring you.” Lie #1. You’ve been ignoring him since you’d ended things. “I’ve just been busy.”
“Busy.” Alfie repeats, rolling the roof of his tongue across his upper teeth ━━━━ an action you didn’t at all find attractive until you’d seen him doing it. “Or you just wanted to stay in denial some more and figured avoiding my calls would do you just that.”
A frustrated sound came from your lips at how easily he read you in one go. It was something he’d mastered over the time you two were dating and yet the prospect alone still managed to annoy you, even after you’d broken up.
You tried not to stare as Alfie pulled out what looked like a match from his pocket, lighting the red tip in one swift swipe across the top of his fingers before lighting up the blunt he’d taken from behind his ear and resting the end between his lips.
Hazy white smoke began to roll and fill the air around you both, the burning orange light glowing with subtle intensity as the thick cloud exhales from his lips as he blows through his lips.
You’d always hated the smell of weed and tobacco in general, but tonight it was the complete opposite. All of which had all to do with the man standing before you smoking, sending a wake of shivers down your spine and an aching pressure throbbing between your legs.
“You smoke a blunt yet?” His voice was huskier now ━━━━ his deep timbre not at all helping with the ache right at your core. “Or have you limited yourself to alcohol still.”
“No..” Your voice was breathless compared to before, shifting your legs together as you moved across your bed slowly, closing your laptop. “I haven’t.”
“Hm.” he hums, the blunt still resting between his lips before he slowly moves for you, standing directly in front of you, your eyes following with every step he takes.
“Stand up.” You stand up.
He moves for the bed then, his large hands ghosting your waist as he sits down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment he’s fully on the bed, he curls one arm behind your back, dragging you down and onto his lap.
“Oh my God, Alfie!” You press my palms into his chest so you could remove yourself from his body, but his arm stays locked around your waist, pressing down so your ass was digging right into his lap and your core was ghosting against his arousal.
“What are you..?” “Shh.” he softly commands and your lips clamp shut together at the order. “When I blow, you open those pretty lips for me, okay baby?”
Once again, you find yourself nodding slowly at the command, the grip he had against each side of your waist loosening, making your hips relax. His hand draws a path up your body, his fingertips grazing against your exposed thighs and raking up your sides as they ghosted over you.
You keep your eyes locked on his while Alfie reaches his hand for behind to grab the back of your neck. He takes a single drag from the blunt in his mouth, holding the smoke inside of his chest and using the leverage he had to pull you closer to his face.
His lips pucker up slowly, a stream of vapor passing them as he blew softly. Your body acts of its own accord, your lips parting just as he’d instructed prior. You somehow notice the close proximity between the two of you ━━━━ so close you could almost picture how the feel of his lips on yours would feel again.
You feel the smoke begin to fill the inside of your mouth up, your lungs stinging from the intrusion as you inhaled until he was done. You hold it in until you can’t any longer, releasing a cloud that wraps around his face like a hazy smoke of fog.
There’s an sudden urge to pull away and cough, but Alfie’s lips are so close to yours, his hand holding you steady like he knows you’ll try to move away from him. A beat passes before he lifts the brown stick back to his lips in a lazy motion.
You both repeat the process a few more times and suddenly, you can’t at all remember why you’d ever thought to leave Alfie for whatever reason you ever did. Not whilst you were still addicted to everything about him ━━━━ the way he felt, the way he looked, the way he smelt.
You could feel yourself envelop back around him. Only this time, you were sure you’d never want to leave again.
You didn’t know if it was from the light buzzing from your head or the sudden intensity building up from within you, but somehow someway, you felt an abrupt burst of confidence, along with your lust begins to chase even more pleasure and before you knows it, you were rocking your hips against Alfie’s crotch, despite his death hold on you as he’d put the still lit blunt back against the shell of his ear.
You lean into his face again, tracing the outline of hips lips with your tongue, causing him to groan. “Reader,” he grits out with clenched teeth. “Either stop that or get fucked.”
You didn’t stop. You grind your hips into him again, trailing your tongue against his lips again ━━━━ just the tiniest taste from him already getting you going.
“I don’t wanna stop, Alfie.” you say, the buzz in your head only growing as you clutch against his shirt. “In fact.. I just really want to kiss you right now.”
You let out another slow breath, somehow grappling onto the last piece of conscious you had left from within. “But we can’t.. I can’t.. we’re not right for one another.”
You feel yourself shiver when you feel his rough palms rub up and down your thighs, his index finger desperately close to heading up the hem of your sheer nightdress. You hadn’t even noticed how much it’d even ridden up your body so high, your ass was practically hanging out.
Not that Alfie seemed to mind or care ━━━━ his large hand giving it a light squeeze, causing your breath to hitch as he leaned in so his lips grazed the shell of your ear.
“I can show you just how right we are for each other.”
You didn’t even get a chance to protest before a loud gasp escapes you from him discovering just how wrong you were with your prior statement. You felt his thumb press against your sensitive bud, smearing at your wetness as he ran lazy circles which made your toes curl and your back arch.
“Still think we’re not right for each other?” Alfie retorts, hissing out a breath when he feels your nails dig through his shirt. “Cause I think we’re fuckin’ perfect, girl.”
Forcefully, he grabs the back of your head again, bringing it down to mould your lips together and practically seal the deal for however long it may last. The feeling of his velvet tongue tangling with yours makes your moan, as well as all your senses just tethering to him.
The room begins to spin, you feel ━━━━ along with Alfie’s hand reaching down to grope at your ass again as your kissed. Using it as leverage, he lifted you slightly and rocked your core against his covered length into your centre again, the addicting friction building up again as butterflies swarm inside your stomach.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Alfie teases knowingly once you dropped your hands to work at the zipper of his jeans before he refused the obvious hint ━━━━ or at least he’d known of the hint and he was just being a prick about it..
“Alfie..” you groan out, a part of you hating how needy you sounded right now. “Please..”
“Please what?” His mouth lowers for your neck then, beginning at its assault across your neck and chest, the cool air making goosebumps race across your body as it hits the warm places on your throat where his wet tongue had been. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me what I want to hear now, girl.”
“What do you even want me to say..?” “Tell me you want me back. That you lay in your bed every night, dreaming of me fucking you until you can’t even remember your own name. That you miss me calling you my perfect little slut. Tell me it now, angel.”
The crude admission rubbed you in all the places you never knew you needed. Being degraded and pushed beneath his metaphorical hold on you, while also chasing his approval, wanting to tell him to make him want you just as terribly as you wanted him.
It was all so fucked. And yet, you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to care.
You nod at him eagerly, pressing your mouth onto his for a kiss that felt so much like freefalling. Your heart races from inside your chest, thudding over and over again, you wouldn’t be surprised if it just jumped out of your chest right then and there. “I do.. I do want it.. I want you, Alfie.”
The rest of your sentence doesn’t even make it out from your lips before Alfie had manoeuvred you both so that you laid flat on your back whilst he loomed over your frame.
He throws off his shirt, discarding it across the floor before following suit with his jeans, shrugging them down to reveal his evidently large length, the head already flushed red and dripping with precum.
Your mouth immediately waters at the sight as you stared at his large hand wrap around the shaft, pumping a few strokes in before using his free hand’s pointer and middle finger to rest under your chin and drag it up so that you were looking into his lust filled eyes now.
Only you couldn’t help but clock on the subtle hint of wariness within as well, which was later confirmed by his next set of words.
“Tell me you’re okay with this.”
And it was this exact reason of why you couldn’t keep your heart safe from him. The reason you weren’t able to separate it from this situation, that was your stupid breakup.
Up until now, you probably could have made it just about sex, if you ignored the haze still going on from your smoking sessions together, but not now when he asked you things like this that made you remember why you dated him in the first place.
To remember how he made you feel, not just sexually but romantically as well. He made you feel alive.
And you didn’t want to have that with anyone that wasn’t him anymore.
You lift your hips up then, guiding your entrance for the head of his cock, which grazes against your wet folds ever so slightly, making you whimper in both want and desire before it swiftly switched into a loud moan when you felt him practically impale into you, feeling him in your stomach.
“Fuck!” you practically scream out at the feeling of every inch enter inside of you at such a swift motion ━━━━ like a vise. “Oh God..”
“Not God.” Alfie grunts out, pulling out of you slowly, to then thrust back into full force, making you moan out again. “Just me, angel.”
He pins your arms above your head suddenly, keeping his free one clamped round your waist as he fucks you deeply, the sting having transformed into a delicious stretch as it hit the spot you desperately needed it to. You feel yourself drowning his length with your juices as you roll your hips against his, a low groan rumbling inside his chest, which let you know to continue doing what you were doing.
“Little whore looks so good gettin’ fucked by me,” Alfie mumbles, his voice full of rasp as his low eyes watched you intently before thrusting back up into you, earning yet another breathy moan.
He takes it as an opportunity to rip the sheer dress you were wearing off, throwing it over to where the other clothes were discarded before flicking the blunt from behind the shell of his ear to rest between your lips, letting you take a hit for yourself as he continues to fuck you dirty. It’s all slow motion as you inhale in the smoke, letting the haze glorify this moment even more.
Keeping it in your chest, you tug down at his arm and press your mouth onto his. Kissing him as the smoke passes through both your bodies, you both share more than just vapour and way more than just sex.
You both finish the blunt until it’s out, tossing it onto the floor without a second thought before it’s back to Alfie fucking you raw. You feel your walls clench around him and he lets out a broken moan as sweat beads across his forehead.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” “Alfie..” you pant out, the pressure sitting in your core beginning to feel as though it was about to burst. “I’m going to come.. Make me come, Alf.. please..”
“You wanna come?” Another eager nod from you as you feel him nip against your bottom lip, chasing away the sting with his wet tongue. “Beg me for it, then.”
“Please, please, Alfie.. God, please.”
“I already told you,” His hand grabs for your throat then, squeezing it enough to not completely shut off your airways, but enough to leave your core aching for more. “God doesn’t exist here. Just me.”
You quiver violently, the air taken out of your lungs as euphoria pumps in your veins. All that comes is pleasure thrumming through your body your toes curling as you drift through possibly the best orgasm of your entire life.
Alfie doesn’t stop though ━━━━ instead increasing the speed of his thrusts as he chases after his own release, his fingers delving between your exposed thighs, finding your sent ice clit and immediately adding pressure.
“A-alfie-!” You whimper, your hand shooting down to his wrist and gripping it with dear life to try and prevent him from making your entire body combust right then and there. “N-no, that’s too m-much..”
His fingers don’t stop. Neither do his thrusts, as they grew faster but sloppier ━━━━ his fingers speeding up to match the pace. “You can give me one more, angel. You can.”
You feel your body build up towards another orgasm ━━━━ which didn’t stop you from mewling out a breathy “No..” at the overwhelming pressure throbbing at your core. “Fuck no, I can’t..!”
“You can. And you will because I told you to.”
And contrary to your prior words, you do.
You come again, your second orgasm ripping through you with the force of a hurricane, sucking Alfie in like a vise so snugly,he can barely push back inside of you.
Your cries are strangled as you sink into a euphoric state for the second time. Alfie’s broken growl, mixed with a moan rips from his lungs as he pushes into you farther, staying buried while he empties out his seed entirely in you.
The high from both your orgasm and the haze buzzed from inside your head so much, you don’t even realise or feel Alfie’s fingers gently playing with your hair until you hear him whispering sweet nothings and praise like “Good girl,” and “You did so well for me,” into your ear.
And for the first time since the breakup, you indulge in his sweet words as the sex crazed night passes by.
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I really fucking hated how that AI-generated picture spread, so I made this quick edit of Pope and Shawn like a week ago. Use the damn Photoshop instead of using AI, guys.
