pairing: attending!jack abbot x nurse!reader
summary: you had three golden rules that you promised to never break. however, jack abbot made you break them all in one single night on your twenty-first birthday. never fall for your attending, never beg a man and last but not least: never ever have kids!
content warning: 18+, MDNI. reader is younger than jack, height difference, daddy issues, slight daddy kink, angst to smut, porn with a plot, jack is a tease, brat!reader, mean jack!, bad parenting (not from reader), kissing, p in v, rough sex, crying, petnames (baby, princess, sweetheart, doll), oral (f. receiving), pregnancy mentioned, cursing.
a/n: this idea actually originated from a post I saw on tiktok. english isn't my first language so please be gentle with me.
You never really wanted kids.
It was kind of a promise to your inner child.
To the little girl curling in her small bed, trying to stop the rumbling of her stomach, embracing her body in a tight hug. To the one begging for her daddy to come back home even when he was miles away from the house. To the one that tried to call him, reach him to tell him that she didn't have enough money to buy herself something to eat.
It was only a vivid memory but you still remembered your fear of darkness. It wasn't until you'd bawl your eyes out and finally fall asleep, that you'd calm down. And you told him once.
Your dry lips were trembling, tears building in the corner of your eyes, you would bravely push them aside by using your palms. Afterwards you'd look at the wooden floor, gently tugging on the edge of your pink shirt. "Daddy..my closet is looking at me with its eyes closed."
He was watching football with his friends that night, the lights were dimmed upstairs, leftover pizza on the kitchen counter, so many noises from the men getting worked up about the game. "Door open, light on. You're a big girl. Go ahead, I'll be up in a bit."
Now you knew that he only said those last words because of his friends. He would never sent his five year old daughter back to her room, telling her to fuck off in front of his best friends. That's not who he was.
You remembered the way your hands trembled as you went back upstairs. It was the room at the end of the hallway. The worst part wasn't even that you wet your bed that night. It's the fact that he didn't come and check on you, like he promised he would.
It broke your tiny heart.
He never showed up to your football games at Highschool, even though you started because you wanted to impress him. Once you overheard how he congratulated his friends daughter for being at top of her classes, which is why you aspired to be like her. He never acknowledged it. Ever.
He was everyone's favorite host and a truly wonderful friend. But at home, he was just a stranger who forgot how to be a dad. Living with his constant neglect taught you that relying on anyone else is a liability. Every major lesson and coping mechanism you had, you had to figure out on your own while sitting in his shadow. You became hyper independent because you had to be, not because you wanted to be.
Over time, that self reliance changed into an unshakable preference for solitude. You wanted to be alone because your own presence was stable and most importantly predictable.
Even in school you'd always try to be the secure friend. Nevertheless, you'd still fail every single time because of your clumsiness. You were grateful that you still made a lot of friends back then. The experience felt like the high school dream, filled with the reality of a father who was largely absent. While others envied that level of freedom, the truth was hidden behind a story that he simply offered endless love.
"Girl, I wish my dad wasn't so strict. You're the lucky one."
You still remembered laila's, your best friends, words back when you hugged her goodbye after telling her that you'd stay for a while because you couldn't dare to ask for them to drive you back home. That wasn't their job and you didn't have the right to weigh her parents down like that.
What if they would tell her to stop meeting up with you?
The jealousy from friends was met with a smile, staying out late and navigating the quiet hours of the early morning alone. To those looking in, it appeared to be an ideal situation with an unbothered parent, but the situation was actually a way of turning indifference into a more comforting narrative.
Place your trust in no one but yourself.
A lesson you had to learn the hard way. Multiple occasions that thought you the most important rule you set for your life. As long as you had yourself, you knew that you'd always find a way out.
You always failed though.
You wished you weren't so naive.
No one taught you not to.
It's not that you thought that your dad appreciated or cherished you. You were almost sure that he thought of you as an annoying chore.
Something that he had to look after even in times he didn't want to.
It wasn't until you met Jack Abbot that you felt seen.
Dr. Abbot was known as one of the most capable and reliable attending's of the pitt. That was one of the main reasons he was a highly respected man in his workplace. With his consistency regarding his job and his determination to save people no one really had anything to say against his performance at night.
Even the hospital corridors buzzed like a beehive whenever he strolled past, as the night shift nurses practically tripped over their own feet just to catch a glimpse of his devastatingly handsome smile and towering, silver fox charm.
The rest of the floor could swoon all they wanted, but you weren't buying what Jack Abbott was selling. Your walls were up, you actively dodged the breakroom gossip, and honestly, the man barely registered on your radar. Plus, you had a golden rule: never, ever date a coworker.
That professional boundary was exactly why your first encounter with the handsome new attending had left a bitter taste in his mouth. At least, that's what you assumed. It was only your second week as a night shift pediatric nurse, and the quiet rhythm of the neonatal unit was your sanctuary.
Standing in the soft glow of the nursery, you cradled a fussy newborn, swaying your body in gentle loops while humming a low melody. Slowly, her sharp little cries died down into peaceful snoring. A fond smile tugged at your lips as you looked down at her blissfully satisfied expression, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss against her forehead.
But the warmth vanished the second you glanced up at the viewing glass.
Standing right there on the other side was the attending, watching your every move with an intensely curious and amused gaze. It was fucking irritating. Your smile instantly vanished.
Wasting no time, you carefully tucked the baby back into her bassinet, grabbed your clipboard, and marched toward the exit.
As you stepped out into the hallway, you caught him shifting his weight, clearly about to deliver some charming remark. You didn't give him the chance. You walked right past him, offering nothing but a sharp roll of your eyes as you left him standing in your wake. A satisfied smirk crawled onto your face. It was likely the first time he'd ever been shut down so abruptly.
You just didn't like doctors, most of them were egocentric and arrogant, and entirely too full of themselves. It was honestly a funny irony choosing to work in a hospital, but keeping arrogant attendings in check was just an added bonus of the job.
It had been your dream to be able to provide the care for those who were suffering. Knowing what your childhood looked like you decided to take matters in your hands and give the little babies exactly that what you had been deprived of. You were thankful that you made the best out of your trauma which also made you stronger as a person.
Now, let's move on to the second encounter!
By the time Friday night came around, the sparkling veneer of the hospital had faded entirely, replaced by the heavy, hushed reality of the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
Standing among the rhythmic beeps of the monitors, you looked down at the tiny fighters in your care, and an all too familiar ache tightened in your chest. It was a heavy kind of anger that you kept locked deep inside. A resentment at the sheer unfairness of it all. They weren't even a few minutes into this life, yet here they were, already paying a brutal toll and enduring hardships they did absolutely nothing to deserve.
Swallowing down the pent up frustration, you forced yourself to breathe, deliberately channeling that fiery protective instinct into gentle care as vou admired their impossibly small forms. They were so fragile, yet so incredibly resilient.
You turned around, forcing yourself to swallow the suffocating lump in your throat and blinking back the hot tears prickling your eyes. Wanting nothing more than a hasty retreat to a quiet, empty hallway, you looked toward the glass window, only to freeze.
The hallway wasn't empty.
Standing right there, watching you through the glass with an entirely indifferent expression, was Dr. Abbot. The sheer annoyance hit you like a wave, instantly clashing with the grief already tight in your chest.
It felt like every single time you wanted a quiet, unguarded moment with the babies, his shadow was looming over the unit. Already deeply upset by the fragile state of the newborns around you, you gritted your teeth, walked out of the room, and prepared to breeze past him again.
Before you could take a second step into the corridor, his low voice cut through the hum of the monitors. "You know, nursing requires a gentle touch, but thinking too much about their suffering usually just leads to burnout."
He spoke with that classic cadence, entirely self assured, dripping with the tone of a man who believed his own observation was a gift to the room. You couldn't give a shit about what he thought. So you stopped dead in your tracks. The sheer audacity of his unsolicited wisdom on a night like this made your blood boil.
You whipped around, your eyes flashing. "And I'm sure your extensive wardrobe of tailored suits gives you a Ph.D. in exactly how I should feel, Doctor Abbott."
He didn't look angry, or amused, or even slightly jarred by the venom in your voice. "I merely state what I observe. How you choose to digest it is entirely your business."
Your walls slammed shut, and the anger boiled over into pure malice. "Then observe this," you stepped closer, your voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "Stay out of my way, and stay away from my unit. Some of us are actually here to care about these patients, not to treat the ICU like our personal runway."
With those words you left him standing alone under the fluorescent lights, not caring about the bridge you were actively burning.
What you didn't know was that your demeanor had evoked something entirely different in him.
Instead of coming across as off putting, your refusal to back down only made him respect you.
He saw a genuinely honest person who possessed the rare strength to talk right back to an attending.
Jack wasn't a man who looked for easy comfort, he was someone who constantly needed to be on his toes to feel alive. He craved the adrenaline, and the challenge, which was precisely why an ex-military veteran like him had also attached himself to the local SWAT team as a tactical physician. He liked a little friction, and he definitely liked him a difference.
Amused and completely unbothered by the harsh words you had just thrown his way, a sharp smile tugged at his lips as he made his way back up to the ED. He strode right into the busy hub of the pitt and immediately sought out his best friend, Robby.
"Just had an interesting encounter down in the neonatal unit," he murmured, leaning against the central desk with a look of pure entertainment in his eyes.
Robby paused his data entry, looking up from his computer to stare blankly at him. It wasn't often that the usually guarded attending looked this intrigued, and he couldn't help but wonder what on earth could have happened on a routine Friday night shift to make his best friend smile like that.
Dana, the seasoned charge nurse who kept the entire floor from collapsing, was busy sorting through a stack of patient files. Jack leaned casually against the counter, tapping his fingers against the clipboard in a relaxed motion. "Hey, Dana," Jack began, keeping his voice smooth and entirely conversational as he gestured vaguely toward the pediatric wing.
"The new pediatric nurse on nights, what's her story?"
Dana stopped short, her sharp eyes flicking up from the files to fix him with a deeply skeptical look. She folded her arms over her chest, immediately on guard. "Why do you want to know, Jack?"
"Just keeping tabs on the staff," Jack replied smoothly, offering a brief and completely unbothered shrug that gave absolutely nothing away. "Always good to know who we're sharing the floor with during a chaotic shift, that's all!."
Dana stared at him for a second longer, trying to read between the lines, but Jack's poker face was
impenetrable. Sighing, she went back to her paperwork. "She started a few weeks ago," she said, her tone professional. "And honestly? She's doing a great job. She's sharp, and her reliable nature is exactly what we need around here. To be frank, a nurse with her level of competence could really be an asset up in the ED if things get hairy."
Dana paused, tapping her pen against the desk as she looked back toward the pediatric unit. "I don't really know her all that well on a personal level, though. She almost never does personal talks during a shift, stays locked in her zone, takes care of her patients, and she is exceptionally good at dodging any nosy questions from the rest of the staff."
Jack gave a slow, thoughtful nod, digesting the information. "Good to know," he murmured. He offered Dana a polite nod of thanks, turned on his heel, and walked away into the hushed hallway.
It was your twenty-first birthday.
You were sitting on the floor of the laundry room.
It was the only place in the entire building where you could finally hear your own thoughts.
But the brief peace shattered when the heavy door swung open, and the sharp scent of a fresh high end cologne cut through the laundry detergent. You looked up, your hand immediately flying to your face as you dead palmed your forehead in pure disbelief. "Of course it's you."
Abbott stood in the doorway, completely unfazed by your hostility. In fact, seeing your utterly annoyed expression only brought a fond, amused smirk to his face. Walking right past your spot on the floor, he stepped over to the automated scrub dispenser machine behind you.
He casually swiped his premium staff badge against the electronic reader, and within seconds, a fresh, perfectly pressed pair of hospital scrubs rolled out of the slot. Being a top attending definitely had its perks. "Must be nice to have the vending machine actually like you," you commented dryly, not even looking back at him.
"The rest of us usually have to fight it for a clean set."
Instead of taking his new scrubs and leaving, he surprised you. He walked over, adjusted his frame, and sat right down on the floor. He deliberately left a respectful distance of about two people between you, careful not to cross a line or crowd your space. He leaned his back against the wall, looked straight ahead at the spinning washing machine, and broke the silence. "I'm Jack." You bit your tongue, the urge to roll your eyes stronger than ever as you stared at the floor.
He was such a pain in the ass.
Was it his annoyingly handsome face?
"Y/N," you mumbled under your breath.
Jack gave a slow, respectful nod, absorbing the sound of your name. "I work up in the ED," he offered quietly, his deep voice carrying a rare, relaxed undertone.
"I know," you replied, your tone clipped and dry.
Anyone with working ears on this shift knew exactly who he was and where he ruled. He leaned his head back against the tiled wall, letting out a soft breath. "I usually come down to this room when I just need a clean break from the chaos."
"Don't lie," you shot back automatically, a cynical edge to your voice. "You go to the roof-" The words cut off sharply in your throat.
You froze, your stomach dropping into a sudden, icy pit of regret. You instantly snapped your head away, staring intensely at the opposite corner of the room. Shit. The memory flashed vividly in your mind: a particularly brutal night a week ago, right after one of the newborns had passed away on the operating table.
Heartbroken and needing air, you had snuck up toward the helipad stairs, only to see him standing at the ledge through the heavy glass doors, staring out at the city skyline alone in the dark.
Now, he was going to think you were a total stalker.
Tensly, you braced yourself for the inevitable ego driven smirk, waiting for him to drop some arrogant, teasing comment about you watching him in secret.
But the punchline never came.
Instead, Jack just let out a soft, amused chuckle.
He casually raised both hands in the air, his expression entirely open and warm. "You caught me," he said softly, a genuine glimmer of playfulness in his eyes.
A small, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of your lips before you could stop it. Catching yourself, you quickly looked back down at the floor.
That was one of the things you learned about him.
He never embarrassed you.
Maybe that was the reason you slowly fell for him.
Nevermind, back to the story!
"How old are you?", he asked out of nowhere. You raised your eyebrows and looked into his eyes. For the first time you noticed how clear his hazel eyes were.
"Today", you said in a low voice, lowering your gaze again.
"Congratulations!", he replied in a suprised tone.
He certainly didn't expect this when he came down here. He only imagined how excited you probably were to get over your shift and celebrate with your friends and coworkers.
Little did he know that your plan was to go home as quickly as possible and rest.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
The cold rain was already relentless by the time your shift finally ended, and now you stood shivering beneath the flimsy metal awning of the bus station. Teeth chattering, you squinted through the downpour at the blurred timetable, only for your stomach to drop into a familiar, hollow pit.
You had missed the last bus by exactly four minutes. If only you hadn't stayed behind those extra moments to cuddle the tiny, fussing girl in room four.
"Fuck!" you cursed out loud, the word swallowed by a sudden, blinding flash of lightning as the storm raged heavier overhead.
The harsh reality of your bank account stared back at you. You couldn't afford a car.
Immediately after graduation, you had scraped together every single penny you owned, throwing it all into a steep apartment deposit just to put as much distance between yourself and your dad as humanly possible.
Pressing your freezing palms hard against your eyes, you tried to force your brain to find a solution. If you called an Uber now, the surge pricing in this storm would completely ruin you.
You wouldn't be able to make rent by the end of the month, and you were already living right on the razor's edge. Walking was the only option left.
As a freezing drop of rain snuck down the back of your neck, you let out a bitter, humorless laugh.
Was this God's twisted version of a birthday present for you?
You started the long trek down the side of the street. It was a fifty minute walk back to your apartment, and under normal circumstances, you wouldn't complain about a little cardio. But tonight, the freezing wind bit straight through your clothes, you didn't have your jacket, and within seconds, you were entirely soaking wet.
The rain hammered down with a harsh, punishing pace, blurring your vision as you hurried up, knowing full well that you would catch a miserable cold if you didn't get out of the rain soon. As you trudged past a familiar intersection, a dangerous thought crossed your mind..your dad's house was only twenty minutes away from here.
For a split, desperate second, you actually debated turning around and heading toward his porch, until the memory of his voice echoed vividly in your head.
»You ain't shit without me, Y/N.«
»You'll come back crawling and begging for a roof over your head.«
The phantom words stung worse than the freezing rain. Your jaw clenched, and a stubborn heat flared up inside your chest.
You would never, ever beg a man for anything.
That was your third promise.
You blinked furiously, trying to clear the sheets of freezing water from your eyes, realizing too late that you could barely see two feet ahead of you.
Through the hazy blur of the storm, the blinding glare of headlights cut through the dark as a white truck pulled onto the shoulder of the road, splashing water onto the curb just a few yards ahead. Instantly on high alert, you picked up the pace, determined to pass the vehicle as quickly as humanly possible.
But as you drew parallel to the cab, the passenger window rolled down smoothly, revealing none other than your attending sitting behind the wheel, calmly motioning for you to get inside.
"I don't need a ride!" you shouted over the howling wind, your voice cracking slightly from the chill.
"Get in, kid." Jack commanded, his tone leaving absolutely no room for debate. Ignoring him completely, you threw your chin up and started marching right past his bumper.
Before you could even finish the empowering thought process in your head, the air was knocked straight out of you. In one swift, dizzying motion, you were hoisted off your feet and thrown right over a broad, rock solid shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Damn it, let me go!" you shrieked, your fists uselessly hammering against his back as the freezing rain continued to pelt your short legs.
"You're freezing," Jack remarked dryly, entirely unfazed by your thrashing as he casually strode around to the passenger side. As he yanked the heavy truck door open, you gripped the frame, glaring down at him upside down. "This is highly inappropriate for an attending!" you shouted.
Jack let out a dark, mocking scoff. "And cursing at your attending in the middle the street isn't?" You tried to scramble backward out of his iron grip, but with effortless, practiced precision, he deposited you firmly into the plush leather passenger seat.
Before you could even reach for the door handle to make a run for it, the door clicked shut, sealing you inside the heavily insulated, warm cabin. A second later, Jack jogged around the hood, climbed into the driver's seat, and closed his own door.
Jack let out a deep, steady breath, settling back into his seat as he turned his gaze entirely onto you. "This is kidnapping," you snapped, your teeth clicking together from the cold as you glared at him. "I can literally call the police on you right now."
He didn't blink. He just gave you that calm, unbothered look that always drove you crazy. "I'm not kidnapping you, Y/N. I only want to take you home on your birthday. Or wherever else you want to go. You shouldn't be out in this storm."
You let out a heavy, defeated sigh, your shoulders slumping against the expensive leather. "Fine. If you insist."
You sat there waiting for him to put the truck in drive, but he didn't move. He just looked at you expectantly, his hands resting lightly on the steering wheel. You furrowed your brows in deep irritation. "Don't expect a thank you. This is completely forced."
Suddenly, Jack shifted his weight, leaning across the center console and moving directly into your personal space. Your eyes widened in instant panic. You pressed your back flat against the passenger door, your heart hammering against your ribs.
"I won't give you a kiss!" you gasped, your voice rising in pitch. He didn't stop.
He kept coming until his face was only inches away from yours, so close you could feel the subtle warmth of his breath against your cold skin. He didn't reach for you, though. His hand swept right past your shoulder, his fingers wrapping firmly around the seatbelt strap. "I would never do anything that you didn't consent to," he murmured, his low voice vibrating right through you.
He pulled the belt across your chest with a slow, deliberate click, locking you safely into the seat before smoothly pulling back into his own space.
You instantly whipped your head away, staring desperately out the passenger window into the sheets of heavy rain. You closed your thighs tightly together, trying to squeeze away the sudden, betraying electricity that had just shot straight through your lower abdomen.
You tried to breathe through your mouth, desperately trying to purge the clean, intoxicating scent of his cologne from your nose. Fuck. You swallowed hard, your mind racing in sheer panic.
Were you really that desperate?
You quietly muttered your address, and Jack shifted the truck into drive, smoothly pulling out into the dark street. The heavy silence of the cabin was quickly replaced by a soft click as he turned on the radio, filling the space with a low, slow melody that vibrated gently through the speakers. Leaning your head against the headrest, you closed your eyes and let out a long breath, unconsciously humming along with the tune as the absolute exhaustion of the night shift finally caught up to you.
Gradually, your tensed shoulders began to relax. A deep, radiating warmth began to seep through your clothes, and you realized he had switched on the heated seats to help you thaw out from the storm. The heat was comforting, easing the tight knots in your back, but the sudden comfort only left your mind wandering down dangerous paths.
You sighed in content, but the warmth had your thoughts drifting to how incredibly stiff and pent up you had been lately. Between the endless shifts and the stress of your new apartment, you hadn't let your guard down in months. Your thoughts drifted to the man sitting just inches away from you, his quiet presence suddenly feeling entirely too loud. Wait, Jack? What the fuck?
Your eyes snapped open, your heart doing a sudden, panicked flip as you desperately tried to scrub the thought from your mind. "You okay?" Jack asked, his deep voice breaking the silence. You glanced over at his side profile, the faint green glow of the dashboard casting sharp shadows across his jawline. He looked entirely focused on the road, completely oblivious to the mental crisis happening in the passenger seat.
"Mhm," you hummed softly, forcing your voice to sound entirely casual as you quickly leaned back against the seat and stared out at the passing streetlights. The 15 minute drive blurred past in what felt like a matter of seconds, the truck finally slowed to a stop outside your apartment building
You hadn't even realized you've fallen asleep.
Somewhere between the relentless rhythm of the windshield wipers and the low hum of the engine, your body had simply given in. The storm outside had become white noise, the warmth inside the car wrapping around you like a heavy blanket after spending the evening soaked to the bone.
"We're here, sweetheart."
His voice reached you before you're fully awake. It slipped through the haze softly, and for a second you weren't even sure you actually heard him.
Your eyelids felt heavy as you slowly forced them open, blinking once until the blurry shapes in front of you began to sharpen.
Did he just call you sweetheart?
As you shift in your seat, something heavy slides slightly from your shoulder.
Your brows knitted together immediately. The oversized fabric clutched your body and hugged you like you had it on for the entire night. You didn't even notice when the weight was put on you.
"When did.." you murmured, still staring at the coat. "When did you put this on me?"
"Didn't want you getting sick."
You looked back at him. "That wasn't my question."
"I really was", you admitted silently.
For some reason, the thought of him noticing you shivering, quietly taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders without waking you, settled somewhere uncomfortably deep inside your chest.
"..Thanks." I guess. "It took you long enough", he scoffed.
You rolled your eyes. "Don't make me take it back."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I don't think you'd survive five seconds without it."
Outside, thunder rumbles somewhere in the distance. Inside the car, neither of you moved and eventually, you let out a slow breath. "I should probably go."
You reached down, your fingers searching lazily for the buckle of your seatbelt. Nothing.
A quiet chuckle escaped him. "You missed."
"I know where it is", you argued harshly.
"I do, Doctor Abbot." You shot him an unimpressed look. Before you can protest again, he leaned across the center console. The movement was slow enough that you saw it coming, yet somehow you're still completely unprepared for just how close he suddenly was.
His hand fell away from the edge of your seat, and he settled back into his own, clearing his throat almost imperceptibly before running a hand over the back of his neck. "You should get out."
His voice was steady and you decided not to move. Instead, you just looked at him.
For the first time all evening, Jack Abbott refused to meet your eyes. His attention stayed fixed stubbornly on the rain racing down the window, watching droplets collide and disappear beneath the relentless sweep of the wipers. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, the muscle feathering beneath his skin before he exhaled through his nose like he was trying to regain control over something neither of you has spoken aloud.
And now he was pretending he hadn't. Something about that realization settled heavily in your chest and it annoyed you. Who did he think he was?
Open the door, appreciate him for driving you home, hand him back his coat, and disappear upstairs before either of you did something you'd regret. Instead, your body moved before your mind has the chance to stop it.
Probably the stupidest decision you've ever made.
But you couldn't seem to care. You leaned across the center console again, closing the distance he had so carefully created. His brows knitted together ever so slightly as he finally looked at you, surprise flickering across his annoyingly gorgeous face.
You didn't even think about letting him finish and your fingers curled around the front of his collar, gripping the tight fabric firmly enough to pull him the slightest bit closer. His eyes widened not dramatically, but enough that you caught it and for the first time since you've met him, Jack Abbott looked genuinely caught off guard.
Your heartbeat was so loud you're convinced he can hear it and you slowly breathed against his soft looking lips. Should I? You finally closed the final inch between you.
Your lips met his with more certainty than you actually felt, silencing whatever he was about to say. For one suspended heartbeat, the storm outside faded into nothing more than a distant murmur, the rain forgotten entirely as the world seemed to narrow to the impossible closeness between you.
He was so incredibly warm. You kissed him harder, slowly putting your right hand on his neck wanting him closer to you. His scent was intoxicating as you decide to take it a step further, climbing into his lap without breaking your lips apart. He puts one of his large hands around the back of your head, slowly building the tension between you two up, breathing against you.
As you moved closer you realized how intoxicating his scent was, like a drug that you couldn't get enough of. You rubbed against his lower abdomen, grabbing ahold of his silver curls, pulling it back and hearing him let out a low moan. You whimpered against his mouth as you asked him for more.
"This isn't right", he muttered against your swollen lips, making you kiss him again. "Shut up", you whispered, ignoring his words completely. "It's my birthday wish", you demanded, tensing up as he lowers his gaze.
Would he grant you your wish?
He barely gave you time to process before crashing his lips into yours again, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your hip roughly. His tongue swiped along your lower lip demanding entry, which you willingly granted him. With a low hum of approval he licked into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours feverishly as he tugged you even closer by your hip, making you feel his hardness against your thigh. He was kissing you feverishly, like a man starved, all the pent up frustration from seeing you walk around his house in scraps of clothing finally being released.
"Mhm, taste so fuckin' sweet baby." He murmured between filthy kisses, one of his large hands coming up to palm your left breast, making you arch into his palm.
"Jack-" you gasped, earning a low chuckle from him.
"Such a needy thing," He breathes heavily,
want more, baby? Tell me what you want, use your words." You shivered at his words, your voice coming out more whiny than intended.
Never begging a man my ass.
He groaned at your pleading tone, lust filled hazel eyes completely focused on your expression as his hand on your hip drifted lower, skimming over the waistband of your pants. "Well since you're asking so nicely." he murmured, voice dropping an octave, as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts to teasingly trail his fingers along the edge of your underwear."Then how can I say no?"
He pulled away slightly to take in your flushed face, your tousled hair from his hands and kiss swollen lips, the sight making his cock twitch in his pants. "Lift your hips for me sweetheart." He urged, and you complied almost a little too eagerly, swiftly lifting your hips off the counter to help him tug your shorts and panties down in one go.
He let them fall onto the ground unceremoniously, before quickly grabbing your thighs to spread your legs further apart, almost letting out a strangled moan at the sight of your already glistening folds. "So fuckin pretty." His right hand ran up your thigh in a slow caress, making you whimper out his name at his teasing touch
"Impatient?" His smirk was downright filthy, as his finger was drawing a straight line up your folds, gathering your slick at his fingertip before holding it up in the dim kitchen light for you to see. "Look at that.. he drawled, mockingly holding the glistening digit up, your cheeks growing hot in embarrassment, "all that for me? You always get this wet when a man twice your age touches you?"
You whined in utter humiliation and desperation, before weakly pleading. "Stop teasing, please." you spread your legs wider for him, in hopes of making him loose his self control "I promise I'll be good, daddy."
The cold air hitting your wet pussy was making you shiver involuntarily. His smirk turned predatory at that, his slick finger delving between your folds immediately again, making you arch your back and let out a broken whine.
"Gonna be good for daddy, yeah? If you wanna be good you should start by keeping those pretty little noises down. Gonna wake the neighbors if you don't." He smirked, adding a second finger, pumping a little faster into your clenching hole before adding. "Unless you want them to hear." He watched you with a smug grin as you struggled to keep quiet with the way his fat fingers were fucking into you, drawing embarrassingly loud squelching sounds from your pussy.
All you could do was pray that the neighbors were All you could do was pray that the neighbors were well asleep and that they didn't wake up easily, but it was really hard to care much when Jack's thick fingers felt so good spreading you open. You bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood, when he pressed his thumb into your clit, a broken whine you couldn't suppress leaving you.
"Feels good, huh? Bet I can make it even better." He rasped, before ducking down and replacing his thumb on your clit with his tongue, repeatedly flicking against the bundle of nerves. Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the pleasured cry you couldn't stop from escaping, your hips jerking helplessly into his mouth, trying to meet the rough pumps of his fingers.
You were reduced to a quivering, whining mess with the way he was fucking his fingers into you while suckling on your clit simultaneously, your hands flying down to tangle in his silver hair and press his face into your dripping cunt even harder and he just let you, shamelessly moaning into your cunt. The vibration sent a jolt of heat to you, almost sending you over the edge, as his fingers found that mushy spot inside, that had you seeing stars. Your eyes rolled back, back arching violently as you came all over his face, white flooding your vision, muffled moans of his name falling from your kiss swollen lips.r After your cries died down and he was satisfied with the mess he made of both you and him, he came back up, lips and chin glistening with a mixture of his spit and your juices. He was looking way to smug for someone who's half face was glistening with slick, and damn if that didn't turn you on even more.
He withdrew his hand, licking his fingers clean with that same infuriating smirk, before wiping his chin with his shirt. "That's one." He teased, making quick work of his shirt, which he unceremoniously dropped onto the ground to join your discarded clothes. Your legs were shaking, voice hoarse when you spoke. "That was..fucking incredible." Jack only smiled, eyes darkening as he pulled over your top. "Damn right it was. Got some more experience than those collage boys.
They don't deserve you ma. Don't even know how to handle a pretty thing like you."
He was right though, they didn't. Most of the boys you've been with couldn't even make you come.
His hands trailed up your sides appreciatively until reaching your tits, large hands squeezing both at the same time, making you gasp out his name.
"Got some pretty fuckin' tits, ma. Gonna let me suck on em', yeah?" You nodded breathlessly, blushing at both the nickname and at the way he was shamelessly talking about your tits.
He didn't waist any time and closed his lips around one stiff bud with a filthy groan, sucking harshly while his hand kneaded the other one. He was being real noisy with it too, not bothering to hide the slurping sounds he made and the pained groans that slipped out of him as he started palming himself through his pants. All that had you rubbing your thighs together all over again, to get at least some kind of friction, heat pooling in your stomach as your poor pussy clenched around nothing.
Jack was too busy to care, mouth now latching onto your other tit, sucking and licking on your hardened peek as he squeezed the spit-slick one with his other hand like he was on a mission to make you cum just by squeezing your chest. He pulled back with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple before dripping down.
"Mmh love those tits. Fuckin perfect." he murmured, his tone making you bite your lip subconsciously. Jack's hand was still on the buldge in his pants, stroking in a slow tantalizing rhythm while taking in your fucked out and completely disheveled appearance, the thought that he was the reason you looked like this making his cock ache even more. You were growing impatient by the second, your poor pussy begging to be filled, still clenching around air.
"Please put it in, Jack."
"Well, fuck princess, can't say no to that now, can I?" Your throat went dry at the sight of it, the sheer outline of his cock through his boxers making your insides churn. You were staring wide eyed and he noticed, cocking a brow, before pulling his shirt over his head, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You were convinced that everything about this man was huge now, not just his muscles, his shoulders and his toned arms, and you should ve expected it, really.
One look at him and everyone and their mom could tell that this man is packing, in more ways than one. "Quit starin' ma, turn around." His deep voice commanded, pulling you out of your haze and you complied a little too quickly, turning around with wobbly legs and bending over the kitchen counter, presenting yourself to him on a silver platter. Jack whistled lowly behind you, one of his calloused hands coming up to spread your ass cheeks, his mouth watering at the sight of your drenched folds, while his other hand started tugging his boxers down. He took himself in his hand slowly stroking, once, twice, before dragging his tip along your entrance, smearing precum, as you whined. Your body was acting pure instinct as you tried to push yourself back on him to maybe get the tip to slip inside, but clearly Jack was not having it, landing a mean slap on your ass that echoed through the quiet kitchen.
At the back of your mind you wondered if the old lady across the hall was asleep, but you were quickly brought back to reality by another slap that made you yelp. "Fuckin' impatient girl. You this needy for my cock?" He dragged his length through your folds, slicking himself with your juices. "Then take it." And with that he started slowly pushing in, inch by agonizing inch, making you moan so embarrassingly loud, it sounded downright pornographic. The man behind you just chuckled, bringing a big hand to your mouth to muffle the sounds that were escaping you.
"Bet they wouldn't be too happy if they found out their little friend was fucking her attending." You just whimpered in response, the entire situation was just too fucked up to be real, but his fat cock too fucking practically splitting you in half from behind. Tears were trickling down your cheeks at the stretch, but the pain was quickly dissolving into pleasure. You started scratching his back open.
You were screwed. Disgusting. But all that didn't matter anymore when he started moving, first making you scream again. "Fuck- fuckin' tight pussy ma. You gotta relax for me, yeah?" All you could do was quietly moan against his hand, your brain completely empty because of the way he was splitting you open. And when his pace picked up and his hand fisted in your hair to pull your back into a mean arch you almost lost it. Your eyes rolled back as the wet slapping sounds of damp skin on skin combined with his soft panting and quiet grunts echoed through the kitchen, almost making you cum on the spot. "Fuck, relax baby-" he rasped, his mean pace not faltering,
"You're literally choking my dick." All you could do was stifle a whimper in response, already completely brainless from the way he was pounding into you.
His hand came down to press into your lower back, forcing your back into an even deeper arch, allowing his cock to reach your g-spot. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your hole clenched around him, making him chuckle.
"Found it, huh?" he picked up the pace, fat tip kissing your cervix repeatedly, the wet sounds echoing through the kitchen as his hand reached between your thighs to press down on your clit. You were seeing stars, the combined rough thrusts of his hips and the friction on your clit having you right on the edge.
You broke all three of your promises.
Fast forward through a blur of morning sickness and dizziness and a life altering realization: you were pregnant. That single, unforgettable night with your attending on your twenty-first birthday had changed everything. By the time you found out an abortion wasn't even legal, leaving you with no choice but to carry the pregnancy to term.
You didn't tell Jack about the baby.
a/n: please let me know if you want a continuation
