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Summary: Your nickname is Brat, a shortened version of spoiled brat. You’re used to getting your way, including having the entire Pitt staff wrapped around your pretty fingers. However, you’re about to learn soon that a certain night shift attending is great at handling brats.
Lovergirlnote: Hello my little lovergirls, here’s an idea that recently came to mind and I wanted to share it with you all. There will be one more part to this. In the meantime, there will be new updates, but I figured this should hold you little freaks over for now. As always, thanks for the love and support. Let me know what you think!☺️♥️
Warning(s): SMUT (18+), brat!reader, brat tamer!Jack Abbot, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk, a bit of medical racism but nothing too crazy.
For as long as you could remember, you’d always had a certain knack for getting what you wanted from others. Whether it was from pouting at your parents to get you all of the Bratz doll, including a custom doll house for them all to live in.
Or the fact that you were successful at collecting money from even the stingiest members of your family.
You’d even used your powers of persuasion to get out of multiple situations like the time where you were for sure speeding, but you had talked your way out of the ticket by flashing your prettiest smile at the officer. You’d even left him with number, which you didn’t use.
With all of this knowledge to your arsenal, you used it to your advantage each time. Why should you feel bad because people liked to give you stuff? Wasn’t that the whole point of living a soft life?
Even in relationships, you naturally attracted men who just wanted to buy you nice things. You didn’t even have to put it much effort. It was either a pretty smile, a slow flutter of your eyelashes, or your personal favorite, a pout. Your partners fell in line with buying you whatever you wanted without qualms.
Sure, some may call you a bit materialistic, but what was the difference between you liking nice things and some bleach blonde using her daddy’s debit card?
You wouldn’t apologize for getting what you wanted.
As your mother often liked to say, “It’s your world, babygirl. We’re just living in it.”
You were known to throw a little tantrum here and there when things didn’t go your way, but never anything too serious. At the slightest inconvenience, you always had people who were willing to rush to fix it for you.
Some people would describe you as charismatic. Others would describe you best a spoiled brat.
Most normal people would be offended by the phrase, but you took it in full stride. You’d even gotten the delicate gold necklace to match.
When you first started at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center for your residency, all eyes were on you. The cute new doctor who showed up in her black scrubs with her makeup done. Your makeup wasn’t anything too flashy, but it definitely brought attention to yourself.
“Check out the Barbie,” Trinity Santos quips, her eyes trailing up and down your form. She quickly clocks the diamond studs in your ear that would probably cost her a month of rent.
You ignore the girl’s condescending jab and pull your attention to Dr. Robby. Once he debriefs everyone for the day, he pulls his attention to you.
“We have a new first year resident here with us. Everyone say hello to Dr. Yln. I expect that you’ll all make her feel very welcome,” Robby states, his gaze continuously flickering to your face.
‘A pretty face,’ he thinks to himself.
A few others pull their attention to you before offering polite smiles. However, you can see the misconceptions already forming in their mind before they even get a chance to speak with you.
Unsurprisingly, you’re immediately pulled to assist in cases. It’s clear to you from the jump that all of the others doctors are challenging you to see if you’ll meet their standards or fail horribly.
Robby has you and another man whose name that you learned was Chet together on a case.
Your heart clenches at the sight of the woman in the bed, her dark skin clamming up with sweat as she holds her stomach.
“Hi, Mrs. Young, I’m Dr. Yln, could you tell me where you’re hurting?” You ask, keeping your voice calm for the woman.
“In my lower stomach. It just came out of nowhere. I don’t know what’s wrong,” Mrs. Young tells you, silent tears falling down her face.
“What would you rate the pain?” You ask.
“10.”
Chet scoffs from the corner, “There’s no way her pain’s at 10 in her lower abdomen.”
You whip your head around to face him. “I would say that Mrs. Young is the expert of her own body.”
You turn to face the woman. “It’s okay, we’re gonna do what we can. I’m gonna press down gently on your abdomen, and you tell me where the pain is, okay.”
Mrs. Young nods. You begin gently pressing at her abdomen, while subtly checking her expressions. You press on the lower right side of the abdomen and the woman cries harder.
“Have you been bleeding recently?”
“Yes, it started yesterday, but my period’s not supposed to start now.”
“Sounds like appendicitis,” Chet announces.
“Appendicitis isn’t bleeding from the vagina. Mrs. Young, is there any chance you could be pregnant?”
Mrs. Young frowns, “I don’t know. I haven’t gotten my period in a while, but they’re usually very irregular.”
Before you can ask the next question, Robby walks into the room. “What do we have?”
“Appendicitis,” Chet said.
Robby clocks the clear anger and frustration on your face before you can voice it. “Dr. Yln, is that correct?”
“No, I think she’s experiencing an ectopic pregnancy. I checked her abdomen and she’s experiencing heavy bleeding and no period noted in a while. I suggest we conduct a laparoscopy to check,” you explain.
Chet frowns, “We’re doing that for abdomen pain. Seems excessive.”
You and Robby frown at the same time. Before you can tear the other man a new one, Robby holds a hand up. “Dr. Baker, step out of the room and take a seat in the break room. We’ll have a conversation soon.”
It’s only at this point that Chet seems to catch onto the error of his ways. He opens his mouth to make up an excuse before Robby shoots him a deadly glare. You turn back to face Mrs. Young. The woman looks at you with fear coloring her face.
“Am I gonna be okay?” She asks, her voice small.
“Yes, we’ll do our best to take care of you. I’ll be here every step of the way, okay?” You grab the woman’s hand in yours and squeeze gently. This isn’t just two women connecting with each other. It’s one black woman assuring another that she has her back in a system that doesn’t typically take care of black women.
A look of understanding passes between the two of you. She smiles, “Thank you, doctor.”
You look over to Robby.
“Mrs. Young, we’re gonna get you moved up to general surgery. They’ll take care of you there. I’ll make sure of it,” Robby states.
A few minutes pass by before Mrs. Young is taken to surgery. You smile and squeeze her hand one last time. “I’ll come check on you once you’re done.”
She gives you a thanks, and then she’s out of sight. Robby moves to stand beside you and stares down at you. “That was a good catch in there, kid. Also good on you for advocating for your patient. You mind walking me through what else Dr. Baker said?”
“He was dismissing her pain and belittling it. There were snide comments about her pain not being as severe, along with him trying to slap the label on that she has appendicitis. I know it’s only my first day here, but I didn’t come here to watch any women of color much less black women be treated like they’re less than priority,” You said, giving Robby a hard stare.
“You’re right. That’s not how we do things around here. I’ll talk to Baker and HR. I don’t want any doctors in my hospital who don’t respect the well-being of our patients, especially when it comes to their pain.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now get to charting,” Robby said before walking off to the break room.
You walk over to the computers and begin charting. As you lean over, your necklace hangs down, glinting distinctly under the fluorescent lights.
Santos tilts her head and chuckles. “Brat? That’s your nickname?”
You look up from the computer with a soft smirk. “Yeah, it stands for spoiled brat, which means that I get whatever I want, no matter the cost. You know how us Barbies like to have our way. I could teach you how to do it sometimes. Maybe, even get you some real gold earrings instead of those tarnished ones that you have on.”
You see her expression shift. You give her another smile before going back to typing your work. Santos looks around awkwardly before muttering about going to check on a case.
Dana chuckles, “That was pretty brutal, kid. The nickname matches because only brats would come up insults like that. You’re gonna get on just fine here.”
“Thanks Dana,” you said.
You’d known many girls like Trinity Santos in your lifetime. The ones who made snide quips at the expense of others because they were too scared to be rejected.
You’d nip all of that in the bud before it advanced.
However, there was one thing you wouldn’t be getting rid of anytime soon. Your nickname.
Brat.
Word travels fast of your little moniker and the gold platted necklace does nothing but solidify it. It’s not long before the usual pattern of people giving you whatever you want starts to follow through.
However you’re about to learn that there’s one man in the hospital who doesn’t give into brats so easily.
There’s a lot of realities that hit Jack Abbot as he gets older. He realizes very soon that at forty-seven, fifty is creeping right around the corner for him. His back reminds him of that same fact as well, along with the distinct aching that goes through his leg in the morning.
Jack Abbot also realizes that he’s beginning to lose his patience with people. He’s always been able to hide it with dry humor, but genuinely, people are starting to annoy the man more and more.
He’s keeps said annoyance at bay as much as he can when it comes to the residents. He always does the little counting exercises in his head, but the annoyance still persists.
And let’s not even get started on the nasty side-eye that he’d perfected over the years.
Ellis has to continuously remind him to fix his face over the course of their shift.
After listening in on the police scanner, he grabs his go-bag to go assist with the pile up. Never mind the fact that his therapist would be vehemently against him going in. Something about setting boundaries between work and life.
But what life does Jack have?
He comes home to an empty two-story house that rarely feels like his anymore without his wife. Along with the fact that he still wakes up frantic in the night, reaching for her side of the bed.
So if it was between choosing to stay home or throwing himself into an active line of fire, he’d choose the latter each time.
As soon as Jack steps through the door, Robby breathes a sigh of relief upon seeing him. He pulls Jack into a side hug. “It’s so fucking good to see you here, Jack.”
“Yeah? Sounds like you’re about ten seconds from jizzing your pants at the sight of me.”
Robby rolls his eyes, “Sounds like you’re in a mood, old man.”
Before Jack can quip back, Robby rounds up all of the residents and nurses to place everyone.
“King and Langdon, I need you here. Javadi and Mohan, you take rooms 5-8. Brat and Santos, you take 9-11,” Robby delegates.
Jack frowns at the man’s use of the name, “Brat.” He’d heard everyone gushing over a “Brat,” but he’d yet to actually meet the young woman who had everyone falling at her feet.
He scans his eyes across the herd of people and tries to decipher any unfamiliar faces. It isn’t long before his eyes land on you. You casually chew on a piece of gum with a bored expression on your pretty face. You look a lot less drained than any of the other doctors.
His eyes trail down your form before it stops at the sight of the delicate necklace resting neatly on your scrubs.
Brat.
He’s impressed with the pretty cursive font, and he figures from the look of the necklace that it isn’t cheap.
Ah, so you were the one.
You were the notorious Brat.
He has to admit to himself that when he heard people gushing over how gorgeous you are, he had the strange desire to see for himself. Now as you stand before him, he has to admit that people’s descriptions of you didn’t hold a candle to how beautiful you actually are.
Sending his stare, your eyes finally catch his. You give him a once over before your eyes go back to Robby. Robby claps his hands and everyone goes to their assigned positions. Well everyone except you.
You walk over to stand in front of Jack and Robby. You look up at the taller man, “Dr. Robby, can I switch and take the other rooms with Javadi?”
Jack frowns. Robby’s eyes flicker down to you. “And pray tell, why should I swap you two?”
You shrug, “I have experience working with burn victims that Javadi doesn’t. Could be a good learning opportunity.”
Jack expects Robby to grow annoyed and send you to go work with Santos, but he catches the decision crossing the man’s face. Robby sighs and gives you a small smile, “Sure kid. Tell Whitaker he’s with Santos. Mohan can handle the patient in room 12.”
“Thanks Robby,” You said, flashing the man your best and prettiest smile.
He blushes and nods his head before ushering you along. Robby feels Jack’s stare burning on the side of his face, so he turns to look at his friend. “What?”
“So she flashes you a pretty smile, and you give in. You’re going soft, brother,” Jack quips, glancing over at you while you’re having a conversation with Whitaker.
He can see the beginnings of rebuttal on the younger man’s lips, but you pout and Dennis redirects his whole approach to please him. You bestow him with the same pretty smile that you’d given Robby before leaving.
Jack snaps his head in Robby’s direction. He lowers his voice, “You aren’t sleeping with her, are you?”
He ignores the rising feelings of jealousy that start to course through his veins at the thought of Robby touching you.
“What? No! Listen, she’s a great doctor and she’s proven herself plenty of times here. Plus, she can be really persuasive at getting her way when she wants it,” Robby explains.
Jack nod. Yeah, he’d have to see about that.
Throughout the course of the shift, Jack can’t help but watch you. He watches the way that you move along the hospital like you owned the place. Most of all, he watches the way that others interact around you and give into your whims.
It was always usually followed by a pretty smile, a flutter of lashes, or a pout. God, that pretty little pout was absolute torture to witness. It was clear that you’d mastered the skill over the course of many years. He can vividly picture a much younger you pouting up at your parents and them immediately giving you what you wanted.
There’s a sudden other reality that comes over Jack. A sudden urge if you can call it that. He has this little devil whispering on his shoulder about being mean to you and turning down your pout to show you who’s really in control.
It’s been quite a long time since he’s had the pleasure of taming a brat.
You’re angry. No angry doesn’t feel like the right word. You’re furious. No, that still doesn’t give the same itch that you’re yearning for.
You’re irate.
Yeah, that’s it. That feels a lot better. The object of your disdain is currently across the room, smiling at Robby, and pretending that he doesn’t feel you glowering at him.
It may have been a little childish on your part, but you didn’t get your nickname for no reason. Jack was witnessing first hand why the name suited you.
It started after an incoming case involving a metal rod being stuck out of an abdomen. By now, everyone knows that you were interested in taking the more gruesome cases. Call it general curiosity or depravity, but everyone knew to assign those cases to you.
You immediately volunteer only to be stopped by Jack.
The silver-haired man looks you squarely in the eye, a challenge swirling in his hazel eyes. His eyes flicker past you, “Dr. King, you’re with me.”
You open your mouth to protest but quickly close it at the challenging look that Jack gives you. He wants you to make a scene, so he can put you back into place. For some reason, the thought of him putting you back into place excites you.
You and the older man stare at each other. It’s only for a few seconds but for you and Jack, it feels like an eternity. On instinct, you bottom lip starts to jut out and you give Jack that look. He has to admit that seeing the look up close is a whole other ball game. He can see why people give into you so easily.
Despite his heart and other parts telling him to give into you, he stands firm. A stern expression covers his face, and he lowers his head in challenge to you. You huff and walk back over to the computers to finish charting.
Jack chuckles lowly, but he definitely doesn’t miss the glare you throw his way.
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Even as Jack stands across you, it makes you even angrier because the man looks so good. From the silver curls that sit perfectly atop of his head to the way that the scrubs tighten around his biceps. And let’s not even get into the way that the man stands with his legs apart.
It may just be the fact that he’s bowlegged. However, you know for a fact that it’s because the man is slinging some serious pressure between his legs. You hate that way that your mind goes to thinking about what it’d be like to have the older man’s hands all over you.
Or even his tongue…nope! You’re not allowing your thoughts to venture into that territory, especially when you’re supposed to be angry.
Feeling your eyes on him, Jack looks over and catches the death stare that you’re giving him. He laughs at the look on your face because he knows that it’s supposed to be your best evil stare, but you only look cute to you. He even has the sudden urge to cuddle you into his side.
He winks at you, to which you scoff and roll your eyes before looking down at the computer. Yeah, he was gonna enjoy putting you in your place.
It’s been a week since your one-sided beef with Jack Abbot, and let’s just say the beef is still ongoing. During the shifts that Jack would show up, you’d immediately jump to be the biggest brat known to man.
You’d completely bypass asking him for help and immediately turning to Robby. If he asked you to do something, you’d pretend not to see him and feign surprise at seeing him standing in front of you. The small antics continued between the two of you with Jack teetering the line between annoyed and amused with your actions.
At this point, he’s purposefully doing things to see you act out. Yet, he still feels that tinge of jealousy peeking through at seeing you bat your eyelashes at other people.
Such as now.
One of the other night shift residents was out with the flu, so you volunteered to help out. Partially so you could be close to Jack to annoy him.
It’s your third night on this shift, and you’ve already managed to wrap everyone around your fingers.
Shen walks up to the desk where you’re standing and hands you an iced coffee. Jack has no doubts in his mind that the drink has enough sugar to send a diabetic into shock.
“Here you go, Brat,” Shen said, giving you a small smile.
“Awwww, thanks Dr. Shen. You didn’t have to. How much do I owe you?”
Shen shakes his head, “Nothing at all. Plus, you’re the only one that appreciates Dunkin’ as much as I do.”
“It’s the best. I know a killer dupe for some of their fall syrups. I’ll make us coffees for tomorrow,” you said. Jack watches as you stab the pink straw into the drink before wrapping your glossed lips around the straw.
He follows the liquid as it travels up the straw, and a low moan escapes your lips at the drink hitting your tongue. Your eyes lock onto Shen. “You added cinnamon this time, didn’t you?”
“Yeah! It’s great, right?”
“So good,” you said, sipping at the coffee.
Jack rolls his eyes. “If you two are done playing baristas, then I think our patients would appreciate a little quality care.”
You and Shen mutually roll your eyes at the man. Shen sips from his drink. “Chill, Jack. Are you mad that I didn’t buy you a drink?”
“No, if I wanted to go into a sugar coma, I’d pick a better vice,” Jack states dryly.
“He’s definitely jealous. Totally green jello,” You comment, smirking at Jack’s obvious annoyance. Shen laughs before walking off to go assist on any cases.
You and Jack continue your stare off. “You know if you’re really jealous, you’re more than welcome to have some of my drink, Dr. Abbot.”
You hold the sweaty cup out to Jack. A wide smile covers your lips. Truthfully, you expect the man to back off. You hide your surprise somewhat well when he steps forward and bends his neck down to come close to the drink.
Jack looks at you the entire time as he places his lips on the straw just as you did. He can taste the faint remnants of your lip gloss on the straw. He fights the heat that blooms through his chest at the needy way that you’re looking at him.
The immediate rush of sugar hits him as he sips from your drink. He pulls back and swallows the liquid. He smirks, “Thanks for the drink, Brat.”
He places stressed emphasis on the nickname. You look down at the drink where his lips had just been. Jack almost looks like he’s challenging you to see if you’ll take another sip from the drink.
You bring the cup up to your lips and take a long drag of the liquid into your mouth. You smile, “You’re welcome, Dr. Abbot. I’m always open to helping the elderly.”
He frowns. You smile sweetly before stalking off down the hallway.
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Throughout the course of the night, you and Jack egg each other on. If you’re working a case together, he can count on you saying some condescending, sarcastic remark in response to his questions. In response, he puts you on multiple cases.
Towards the end of the shift, you find yourself walking to the stairwell for a break. Jack finds you standing on the roof, the beginnings of the sun peeking over the horizon.
“You know I wouldn’t stand so close to the edge. You might slip,” Jack calls out.
You roll your eyes in response. “Don’t worry, Dr. Abbot. I wouldn’t want your old heart to give out.”
Jack chuckles. He walks closer to stand next to you. “You’re still mad at me for the other week.”
“Gee, what brought you to that bright conclusion?” You ask sarcastically.
“I don’t know, maybe the fact that you act like the world is ending if I’m around you, or the fact that you’ve been giving me attitude the whole time you’ve been here. Must be the nickname.”
“You knew that I wanted that case, and you took it away from me,” you said.
“I did because I hate to burst your bubble, Princess, but the world doesn’t revolve around you. This is a teaching hospital, which means that everyone here gets equal opportunities to learn,” Jack states, his eyes growing darker.
You scoff, “You think I don’t know that? I get what this is, but I deserved to be on that case. You’re too busy being a dick to see my potential.”
You turn to stalk away from the roof. You enter the stairway before you feel a tug on your arm. Your body is whipped around to face Jack again. That same stern look from before covers his face as he looks down at you.
“You’re a fucking spoiled brat. I know how pretty girls like you operate. You think that if you bat your eyelashes or pout all pretty, then people are supposed to give you what you want. New flash, sweetheart, this is the adult world. You don’t always get what you want.”
Jack watches as your nostrils flare in anger. You snatch your arm away from him and push at his chest. It only makes you angrier once you notice that Jack barely moves.
“You listen, you old fuck! I worked my ass off to get to where I am. I can’t help it if people naturally want to give into me. If you have a problem with, then you can take it up with the stick in your ass,” you yell.
You’re about to walk down the stairs when you feel Jack grab you again. This time, however, he backs you into the closest wall. You’re surprised when he moves his hand to squish your cheeks together.
He moves his face closer to yours.
You can feel the heat radiating from his body. You subtly push your thighs together, which Jack catches. Of course he catches it.
He smirks and looks down at you. “Oh, I see what it is now. You want my attention, don’t you? You’ve always had my attention, sweetheart. From the moment that you pouted those pretty lips. You walk around here, smiling at everyone and expecting to get your way. You’ve never had anyone to tell you no, have you sweetheart?”
You shake your head. You can already feel the heat blossoming through your body.
“You wanna know what I think? I think you want me to put you in your place. That’s why you keep acting like this. But I wonder how I can do that?” Jack raises an eyebrow, as though he’s thinking. He moves his face closer to yours. His lips ghost over yours and when you move forward, he pulls back with a smirk.
You’re about to protest when he surges forward to claim your lips in a passionate kiss. You and Jack breathe heavily against each other. You try to dominate the kiss, only to gasp in surprise when Jack slides his hand around your throat. He feels you trying to take control, so he squeeze gently.
“Be good for me, baby,” He orders softly.
In some distinct more animalistic part of your brain, you find yourself becoming mushy at the man’s words. There’s a part of you that clicks and wants to genuinely be good for him.
Jack feels your body relax in his hold. “That’s right, sweetheart. Be a good girl for me. I know you want to.”
A low whimper leaves your lips before you’re silenced by him sliding his tongue into your mouth. As he curls his tongue around yours, you can taste the distinct mint gum that he’d be chewing earlier. Jack sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it with a soft pop.
His freckled hand travels down until his reaches the tie of your scrub bottoms. The knot loosens easily, and he teases his fingers on the band of your pants.
You buck into his hold, your body growing desperate for some form of relief.
Jack pulls back to look at you. He pouts, “You want my fingers? You gotta ask nicely for me, Brat.”
A flare of indignation overcomes your body. You can feel the brattiness taking control of your body. Jack spots the demeanor as it rises.
“I’m not begging you,” You state.
Jack lifts his eyebrows. “Oh, you’re not? That’s too bad, sweetheart.” He moves his head to your ear. “I was planning on making you feel really good. Been thinking about sliding my hands into your panties…I know you’re wet by now. Just imagine how good I’d make you feel when you cum on my fingers.”
As he says the words, he emphasizes his point by trailing his hand over the top of your pants and pressing his palm against your pussy.
“But if you don’t want to be a good girl and ask me, then I can’t help you,” He states, already beginning to move his hand. In a moment of weakness, you grab his arm before he can remove it. That look comes over your face. Your pretty big eyes filling with desperate tears and your bottom lip sticking out. Jack stores the image to his memory for later use.
“Please…”
“What’s that, honey? I don’t think I heard you too well.”
Normally, you’d push one of your other partners off you if they pulled something like this. But with Jack, it’s different. You want him to touch you.
No, that’s not right.
You need him to touch you.
“Please make me feel good, Jack,” you beg.
He smiles, “Good girl.”
Jack wastes no time with sliding his hand beneath your pants and panties. He groans at feeling your slick folds against his digits. “Is this all for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes Jack. Only for you,” You said.
You whine and buck your fingers to meet Jack’s touch. The man slides his calloused fingers along your throbbing pearl. He expertly rubs circles around your clit as if he’s known your body for years. He can only watch as your face scrunches in pleasure.
He’s sure that you’re the most beautiful woman that he’s seen in a while. Your moans start to increase in volume, so Jack does the only reasonable thing that he can think of.
He sticks his fingers in your mouth.
His fingers muffle the sound of your needy moans. You surprise him when you clamp your lips around his fingers and start to suckle at them. In response, he slides his fingers down to your entrance and pushes them in. Your eyes roll back in pleasure at the feeling of Jack curling his fingers upwards. The heel of his palm grinds carefully against your sensitive clit.
“So that’s all I needed to do to shut you up. Stick my fingers down your throat and into your needy little pussy, and you become a good girl for me? No more brat,” Jack states.
He feels your walls clench around his fingers in response.
“Oh, you like that? You like me being in control. S’all you needed was for someone to take charge.”
You nod helplessly. He pushes his fingers further down your throat, which makes you gag softly. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
You breathe through your nose and relax your throat. In response, the older man pushes his fingers down your throat again. This time, he isn’t met with any resistance.
Jack continues thrusting his fingers and hitting that sacred spot that makes your eyes roll back further. By now, his hand is soaked with you.
Jack knows that you’re close. He can tell by the way that you’re clenching and grinding down onto his fingers.
You’re preparing yourself for the orgasm to hit, but you almost scream when Jack removes his hands from your center. He slides the wet digits out of your pants following by removing his fingers from your throat. A string of saliva follows before breaking.
You look at the older man in disbelief.
He slides his stained fingers in his mouth, licking any evidence of you from his hand.
Once he’s done, he stares at you.
“Don’t look so sad, honey. Only good girls get to cum.”
With that, he walks down the stairwell before opening the door and leaving you standing there. Wet. On the cusp of an orgasm. And in compete and utter disbelief.
Summary: Your nickname is Brat, a shortened version of spoiled brat. You’re used to getting your way, including having the entire Pitt staff wrapped around your pretty fingers. However, you’re about to learn soon that a certain night shift attending is great at handling brats.
Lovergirlnote: Hello my little lovergirls, here’s an idea that recently came to mind and I wanted to share it with you all. There will be one more part to this. In the meantime, there will be new updates, but I figured this should hold you little freaks over for now. As always, thanks for the love and support. Let me know what you think!☺️♥️
Warning(s): SMUT (18+), brat!reader, brat tamer!Jack Abbot, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk, a bit of medical racism but nothing too crazy.
For as long as you could remember, you’d always had a certain knack for getting what you wanted from others. Whether it was from pouting at your parents to get you all of the Bratz doll, including a custom doll house for them all to live in.
Or the fact that you were successful at collecting money from even the stingiest members of your family.
You’d even used your powers of persuasion to get out of multiple situations like the time where you were for sure speeding, but you had talked your way out of the ticket by flashing your prettiest smile at the officer. You’d even left him with number, which you didn’t use.
With all of this knowledge to your arsenal, you used it to your advantage each time. Why should you feel bad because people liked to give you stuff? Wasn’t that the whole point of living a soft life?
Even in relationships, you naturally attracted men who just wanted to buy you nice things. You didn’t even have to put it much effort. It was either a pretty smile, a slow flutter of your eyelashes, or your personal favorite, a pout. Your partners fell in line with buying you whatever you wanted without qualms.
Sure, some may call you a bit materialistic, but what was the difference between you liking nice things and some bleach blonde using her daddy’s debit card?
You wouldn’t apologize for getting what you wanted.
As your mother often liked to say, “It’s your world, babygirl. We’re just living in it.”
You were known to throw a little tantrum here and there when things didn’t go your way, but never anything too serious. At the slightest inconvenience, you always had people who were willing to rush to fix it for you.
Some people would describe you as charismatic. Others would describe you best a spoiled brat.
Most normal people would be offended by the phrase, but you took it in full stride. You’d even gotten the delicate gold necklace to match.
When you first started at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center for your residency, all eyes were on you. The cute new doctor who showed up in her black scrubs with her makeup done. Your makeup wasn’t anything too flashy, but it definitely brought attention to yourself.
“Check out the Barbie,” Trinity Santos quips, her eyes trailing up and down your form. She quickly clocks the diamond studs in your ear that would probably cost her a month of rent.
You ignore the girl’s condescending jab and pull your attention to Dr. Robby. Once he debriefs everyone for the day, he pulls his attention to you.
“We have a new first year resident here with us. Everyone say hello to Dr. Yln. I expect that you’ll all make her feel very welcome,” Robby states, his gaze continuously flickering to your face.
‘A pretty face,’ he thinks to himself.
A few others pull their attention to you before offering polite smiles. However, you can see the misconceptions already forming in their mind before they even get a chance to speak with you.
Unsurprisingly, you’re immediately pulled to assist in cases. It’s clear to you from the jump that all of the others doctors are challenging you to see if you’ll meet their standards or fail horribly.
Robby has you and another man whose name that you learned was Chet together on a case.
Your heart clenches at the sight of the woman in the bed, her dark skin clamming up with sweat as she holds her stomach.
“Hi, Mrs. Young, I’m Dr. Yln, could you tell me where you’re hurting?” You ask, keeping your voice calm for the woman.
“In my lower stomach. It just came out of nowhere. I don’t know what’s wrong,” Mrs. Young tells you, silent tears falling down her face.
“What would you rate the pain?” You ask.
“10.”
Chet scoffs from the corner, “There’s no way her pain’s at 10 in her lower abdomen.”
You whip your head around to face him. “I would say that Mrs. Young is the expert of her own body.”
You turn to face the woman. “It’s okay, we’re gonna do what we can. I’m gonna press down gently on your abdomen, and you tell me where the pain is, okay.”
Mrs. Young nods. You begin gently pressing at her abdomen, while subtly checking her expressions. You press on the lower right side of the abdomen and the woman cries harder.
“Have you been bleeding recently?”
“Yes, it started yesterday, but my period’s not supposed to start now.”
“Sounds like appendicitis,” Chet announces.
“Appendicitis isn’t bleeding from the vagina. Mrs. Young, is there any chance you could be pregnant?”
Mrs. Young frowns, “I don’t know. I haven’t gotten my period in a while, but they’re usually very irregular.”
Before you can ask the next question, Robby walks into the room. “What do we have?”
“Appendicitis,” Chet said.
Robby clocks the clear anger and frustration on your face before you can voice it. “Dr. Yln, is that correct?”
“No, I think she’s experiencing an ectopic pregnancy. I checked her abdomen and she’s experiencing heavy bleeding and no period noted in a while. I suggest we conduct a laparoscopy to check,” you explain.
Chet frowns, “We’re doing that for abdomen pain. Seems excessive.”
You and Robby frown at the same time. Before you can tear the other man a new one, Robby holds a hand up. “Dr. Baker, step out of the room and take a seat in the break room. We’ll have a conversation soon.”
It’s only at this point that Chet seems to catch onto the error of his ways. He opens his mouth to make up an excuse before Robby shoots him a deadly glare. You turn back to face Mrs. Young. The woman looks at you with fear coloring her face.
“Am I gonna be okay?” She asks, her voice small.
“Yes, we’ll do our best to take care of you. I’ll be here every step of the way, okay?” You grab the woman’s hand in yours and squeeze gently. This isn’t just two women connecting with each other. It’s one black woman assuring another that she has her back in a system that doesn’t typically take care of black women.
A look of understanding passes between the two of you. She smiles, “Thank you, doctor.”
You look over to Robby.
“Mrs. Young, we’re gonna get you moved up to general surgery. They’ll take care of you there. I’ll make sure of it,” Robby states.
A few minutes pass by before Mrs. Young is taken to surgery. You smile and squeeze her hand one last time. “I’ll come check on you once you’re done.”
She gives you a thanks, and then she’s out of sight. Robby moves to stand beside you and stares down at you. “That was a good catch in there, kid. Also good on you for advocating for your patient. You mind walking me through what else Dr. Baker said?”
“He was dismissing her pain and belittling it. There were snide comments about her pain not being as severe, along with him trying to slap the label on that she has appendicitis. I know it’s only my first day here, but I didn’t come here to watch any women of color much less black women be treated like they’re less than priority,” You said, giving Robby a hard stare.
“You’re right. That’s not how we do things around here. I’ll talk to Baker and HR. I don’t want any doctors in my hospital who don’t respect the well-being of our patients, especially when it comes to their pain.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now get to charting,” Robby said before walking off to the break room.
You walk over to the computers and begin charting. As you lean over, your necklace hangs down, glinting distinctly under the fluorescent lights.
Santos tilts her head and chuckles. “Brat? That’s your nickname?”
You look up from the computer with a soft smirk. “Yeah, it stands for spoiled brat, which means that I get whatever I want, no matter the cost. You know how us Barbies like to have our way. I could teach you how to do it sometimes. Maybe, even get you some real gold earrings instead of those tarnished ones that you have on.”
You see her expression shift. You give her another smile before going back to typing your work. Santos looks around awkwardly before muttering about going to check on a case.
Dana chuckles, “That was pretty brutal, kid. The nickname matches because only brats would come up insults like that. You’re gonna get on just fine here.”
“Thanks Dana,” you said.
You’d known many girls like Trinity Santos in your lifetime. The ones who made snide quips at the expense of others because they were too scared to be rejected.
You’d nip all of that in the bud before it advanced.
However, there was one thing you wouldn’t be getting rid of anytime soon. Your nickname.
Brat.
Word travels fast of your little moniker and the gold platted necklace does nothing but solidify it. It’s not long before the usual pattern of people giving you whatever you want starts to follow through.
However you’re about to learn that there’s one man in the hospital who doesn’t give into brats so easily.
There’s a lot of realities that hit Jack Abbot as he gets older. He realizes very soon that at forty-seven, fifty is creeping right around the corner for him. His back reminds him of that same fact as well, along with the distinct aching that goes through his leg in the morning.
Jack Abbot also realizes that he’s beginning to lose his patience with people. He’s always been able to hide it with dry humor, but genuinely, people are starting to annoy the man more and more.
He’s keeps said annoyance at bay as much as he can when it comes to the residents. He always does the little counting exercises in his head, but the annoyance still persists.
And let’s not even get started on the nasty side-eye that he’d perfected over the years.
Ellis has to continuously remind him to fix his face over the course of their shift.
After listening in on the police scanner, he grabs his go-bag to go assist with the pile up. Never mind the fact that his therapist would be vehemently against him going in. Something about setting boundaries between work and life.
But what life does Jack have?
He comes home to an empty two-story house that rarely feels like his anymore without his wife. Along with the fact that he still wakes up frantic in the night, reaching for her side of the bed.
So if it was between choosing to stay home or throwing himself into an active line of fire, he’d choose the latter each time.
As soon as Jack steps through the door, Robby breathes a sigh of relief upon seeing him. He pulls Jack into a side hug. “It’s so fucking good to see you here, Jack.”
“Yeah? Sounds like you’re about ten seconds from jizzing your pants at the sight of me.”
Robby rolls his eyes, “Sounds like you’re in a mood, old man.”
Before Jack can quip back, Robby rounds up all of the residents and nurses to place everyone.
“King and Langdon, I need you here. Javadi and Mohan, you take rooms 5-8. Brat and Santos, you take 9-11,” Robby delegates.
Jack frowns at the man’s use of the name, “Brat.” He’d heard everyone gushing over a “Brat,” but he’d yet to actually meet the young woman who had everyone falling at her feet.
He scans his eyes across the herd of people and tries to decipher any unfamiliar faces. It isn’t long before his eyes land on you. You casually chew on a piece of gum with a bored expression on your pretty face. You look a lot less drained than any of the other doctors.
His eyes trail down your form before it stops at the sight of the delicate necklace resting neatly on your scrubs.
Brat.
He’s impressed with the pretty cursive font, and he figures from the look of the necklace that it isn’t cheap.
Ah, so you were the one.
You were the notorious Brat.
He has to admit to himself that when he heard people gushing over how gorgeous you are, he had the strange desire to see for himself. Now as you stand before him, he has to admit that people’s descriptions of you didn’t hold a candle to how beautiful you actually are.
Sending his stare, your eyes finally catch his. You give him a once over before your eyes go back to Robby. Robby claps his hands and everyone goes to their assigned positions. Well everyone except you.
You walk over to stand in front of Jack and Robby. You look up at the taller man, “Dr. Robby, can I switch and take the other rooms with Javadi?”
Jack frowns. Robby’s eyes flicker down to you. “And pray tell, why should I swap you two?”
You shrug, “I have experience working with burn victims that Javadi doesn’t. Could be a good learning opportunity.”
Jack expects Robby to grow annoyed and send you to go work with Santos, but he catches the decision crossing the man’s face. Robby sighs and gives you a small smile, “Sure kid. Tell Whitaker he’s with Santos. Mohan can handle the patient in room 12.”
“Thanks Robby,” You said, flashing the man your best and prettiest smile.
He blushes and nods his head before ushering you along. Robby feels Jack’s stare burning on the side of his face, so he turns to look at his friend. “What?”
“So she flashes you a pretty smile, and you give in. You’re going soft, brother,” Jack quips, glancing over at you while you’re having a conversation with Whitaker.
He can see the beginnings of rebuttal on the younger man’s lips, but you pout and Dennis redirects his whole approach to please him. You bestow him with the same pretty smile that you’d given Robby before leaving.
Jack snaps his head in Robby’s direction. He lowers his voice, “You aren’t sleeping with her, are you?”
He ignores the rising feelings of jealousy that start to course through his veins at the thought of Robby touching you.
“What? No! Listen, she’s a great doctor and she’s proven herself plenty of times here. Plus, she can be really persuasive at getting her way when she wants it,” Robby explains.
Jack nod. Yeah, he’d have to see about that.
Throughout the course of the shift, Jack can’t help but watch you. He watches the way that you move along the hospital like you owned the place. Most of all, he watches the way that others interact around you and give into your whims.
It was always usually followed by a pretty smile, a flutter of lashes, or a pout. God, that pretty little pout was absolute torture to witness. It was clear that you’d mastered the skill over the course of many years. He can vividly picture a much younger you pouting up at your parents and them immediately giving you what you wanted.
There’s a sudden other reality that comes over Jack. A sudden urge if you can call it that. He has this little devil whispering on his shoulder about being mean to you and turning down your pout to show you who’s really in control.
It’s been quite a long time since he’s had the pleasure of taming a brat.
You’re angry. No angry doesn’t feel like the right word. You’re furious. No, that still doesn’t give the same itch that you’re yearning for.
You’re irate.
Yeah, that’s it. That feels a lot better. The object of your disdain is currently across the room, smiling at Robby, and pretending that he doesn’t feel you glowering at him.
It may have been a little childish on your part, but you didn’t get your nickname for no reason. Jack was witnessing first hand why the name suited you.
It started after an incoming case involving a metal rod being stuck out of an abdomen. By now, everyone knows that you were interested in taking the more gruesome cases. Call it general curiosity or depravity, but everyone knew to assign those cases to you.
You immediately volunteer only to be stopped by Jack.
The silver-haired man looks you squarely in the eye, a challenge swirling in his hazel eyes. His eyes flicker past you, “Dr. King, you’re with me.”
You open your mouth to protest but quickly close it at the challenging look that Jack gives you. He wants you to make a scene, so he can put you back into place. For some reason, the thought of him putting you back into place excites you.
You and the older man stare at each other. It’s only for a few seconds but for you and Jack, it feels like an eternity. On instinct, you bottom lip starts to jut out and you give Jack that look. He has to admit that seeing the look up close is a whole other ball game. He can see why people give into you so easily.
Despite his heart and other parts telling him to give into you, he stands firm. A stern expression covers his face, and he lowers his head in challenge to you. You huff and walk back over to the computers to finish charting.
Jack chuckles lowly, but he definitely doesn’t miss the glare you throw his way.
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Even as Jack stands across you, it makes you even angrier because the man looks so good. From the silver curls that sit perfectly atop of his head to the way that the scrubs tighten around his biceps. And let’s not even get into the way that the man stands with his legs apart.
It may just be the fact that he’s bowlegged. However, you know for a fact that it’s because the man is slinging some serious pressure between his legs. You hate that way that your mind goes to thinking about what it’d be like to have the older man’s hands all over you.
Or even his tongue…nope! You’re not allowing your thoughts to venture into that territory, especially when you’re supposed to be angry.
Feeling your eyes on him, Jack looks over and catches the death stare that you’re giving him. He laughs at the look on your face because he knows that it’s supposed to be your best evil stare, but you only look cute to you. He even has the sudden urge to cuddle you into his side.
He winks at you, to which you scoff and roll your eyes before looking down at the computer. Yeah, he was gonna enjoy putting you in your place.
It’s been a week since your one-sided beef with Jack Abbot, and let’s just say the beef is still ongoing. During the shifts that Jack would show up, you’d immediately jump to be the biggest brat known to man.
You’d completely bypass asking him for help and immediately turning to Robby. If he asked you to do something, you’d pretend not to see him and feign surprise at seeing him standing in front of you. The small antics continued between the two of you with Jack teetering the line between annoyed and amused with your actions.
At this point, he’s purposefully doing things to see you act out. Yet, he still feels that tinge of jealousy peeking through at seeing you bat your eyelashes at other people.
Such as now.
One of the other night shift residents was out with the flu, so you volunteered to help out. Partially so you could be close to Jack to annoy him.
It’s your third night on this shift, and you’ve already managed to wrap everyone around your fingers.
Shen walks up to the desk where you’re standing and hands you an iced coffee. Jack has no doubts in his mind that the drink has enough sugar to send a diabetic into shock.
“Here you go, Brat,” Shen said, giving you a small smile.
“Awwww, thanks Dr. Shen. You didn’t have to. How much do I owe you?”
Shen shakes his head, “Nothing at all. Plus, you’re the only one that appreciates Dunkin’ as much as I do.”
“It’s the best. I know a killer dupe for some of their fall syrups. I’ll make us coffees for tomorrow,” you said. Jack watches as you stab the pink straw into the drink before wrapping your glossed lips around the straw.
He follows the liquid as it travels up the straw, and a low moan escapes your lips at the drink hitting your tongue. Your eyes lock onto Shen. “You added cinnamon this time, didn’t you?”
“Yeah! It’s great, right?”
“So good,” you said, sipping at the coffee.
Jack rolls his eyes. “If you two are done playing baristas, then I think our patients would appreciate a little quality care.”
You and Shen mutually roll your eyes at the man. Shen sips from his drink. “Chill, Jack. Are you mad that I didn’t buy you a drink?”
“No, if I wanted to go into a sugar coma, I’d pick a better vice,” Jack states dryly.
“He’s definitely jealous. Totally green jello,” You comment, smirking at Jack’s obvious annoyance. Shen laughs before walking off to go assist on any cases.
You and Jack continue your stare off. “You know if you’re really jealous, you’re more than welcome to have some of my drink, Dr. Abbot.”
You hold the sweaty cup out to Jack. A wide smile covers your lips. Truthfully, you expect the man to back off. You hide your surprise somewhat well when he steps forward and bends his neck down to come close to the drink.
Jack looks at you the entire time as he places his lips on the straw just as you did. He can taste the faint remnants of your lip gloss on the straw. He fights the heat that blooms through his chest at the needy way that you’re looking at him.
The immediate rush of sugar hits him as he sips from your drink. He pulls back and swallows the liquid. He smirks, “Thanks for the drink, Brat.”
He places stressed emphasis on the nickname. You look down at the drink where his lips had just been. Jack almost looks like he’s challenging you to see if you’ll take another sip from the drink.
You bring the cup up to your lips and take a long drag of the liquid into your mouth. You smile, “You’re welcome, Dr. Abbot. I’m always open to helping the elderly.”
He frowns. You smile sweetly before stalking off down the hallway.
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Throughout the course of the night, you and Jack egg each other on. If you’re working a case together, he can count on you saying some condescending, sarcastic remark in response to his questions. In response, he puts you on multiple cases.
Towards the end of the shift, you find yourself walking to the stairwell for a break. Jack finds you standing on the roof, the beginnings of the sun peeking over the horizon.
“You know I wouldn’t stand so close to the edge. You might slip,” Jack calls out.
You roll your eyes in response. “Don’t worry, Dr. Abbot. I wouldn’t want your old heart to give out.”
Jack chuckles. He walks closer to stand next to you. “You’re still mad at me for the other week.”
“Gee, what brought you to that bright conclusion?” You ask sarcastically.
“I don’t know, maybe the fact that you act like the world is ending if I’m around you, or the fact that you’ve been giving me attitude the whole time you’ve been here. Must be the nickname.”
“You knew that I wanted that case, and you took it away from me,” you said.
“I did because I hate to burst your bubble, Princess, but the world doesn’t revolve around you. This is a teaching hospital, which means that everyone here gets equal opportunities to learn,” Jack states, his eyes growing darker.
You scoff, “You think I don’t know that? I get what this is, but I deserved to be on that case. You’re too busy being a dick to see my potential.”
You turn to stalk away from the roof. You enter the stairway before you feel a tug on your arm. Your body is whipped around to face Jack again. That same stern look from before covers his face as he looks down at you.
“You’re a fucking spoiled brat. I know how pretty girls like you operate. You think that if you bat your eyelashes or pout all pretty, then people are supposed to give you what you want. New flash, sweetheart, this is the adult world. You don’t always get what you want.”
Jack watches as your nostrils flare in anger. You snatch your arm away from him and push at his chest. It only makes you angrier once you notice that Jack barely moves.
“You listen, you old fuck! I worked my ass off to get to where I am. I can’t help it if people naturally want to give into me. If you have a problem with, then you can take it up with the stick in your ass,” you yell.
You’re about to walk down the stairs when you feel Jack grab you again. This time, however, he backs you into the closest wall. You’re surprised when he moves his hand to squish your cheeks together.
He moves his face closer to yours.
You can feel the heat radiating from his body. You subtly push your thighs together, which Jack catches. Of course he catches it.
He smirks and looks down at you. “Oh, I see what it is now. You want my attention, don’t you? You’ve always had my attention, sweetheart. From the moment that you pouted those pretty lips. You walk around here, smiling at everyone and expecting to get your way. You’ve never had anyone to tell you no, have you sweetheart?”
You shake your head. You can already feel the heat blossoming through your body.
“You wanna know what I think? I think you want me to put you in your place. That’s why you keep acting like this. But I wonder how I can do that?” Jack raises an eyebrow, as though he’s thinking. He moves his face closer to yours. His lips ghost over yours and when you move forward, he pulls back with a smirk.
You’re about to protest when he surges forward to claim your lips in a passionate kiss. You and Jack breathe heavily against each other. You try to dominate the kiss, only to gasp in surprise when Jack slides his hand around your throat. He feels you trying to take control, so he squeeze gently.
“Be good for me, baby,” He orders softly.
In some distinct more animalistic part of your brain, you find yourself becoming mushy at the man’s words. There’s a part of you that clicks and wants to genuinely be good for him.
Jack feels your body relax in his hold. “That’s right, sweetheart. Be a good girl for me. I know you want to.”
A low whimper leaves your lips before you’re silenced by him sliding his tongue into your mouth. As he curls his tongue around yours, you can taste the distinct mint gum that he’d be chewing earlier. Jack sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it with a soft pop.
His freckled hand travels down until his reaches the tie of your scrub bottoms. The knot loosens easily, and he teases his fingers on the band of your pants.
You buck into his hold, your body growing desperate for some form of relief.
Jack pulls back to look at you. He pouts, “You want my fingers? You gotta ask nicely for me, Brat.”
A flare of indignation overcomes your body. You can feel the brattiness taking control of your body. Jack spots the demeanor as it rises.
“I’m not begging you,” You state.
Jack lifts his eyebrows. “Oh, you’re not? That’s too bad, sweetheart.” He moves his head to your ear. “I was planning on making you feel really good. Been thinking about sliding my hands into your panties…I know you’re wet by now. Just imagine how good I’d make you feel when you cum on my fingers.”
As he says the words, he emphasizes his point by trailing his hand over the top of your pants and pressing his palm against your pussy.
“But if you don’t want to be a good girl and ask me, then I can’t help you,” He states, already beginning to move his hand. In a moment of weakness, you grab his arm before he can remove it. That look comes over your face. Your pretty big eyes filling with desperate tears and your bottom lip sticking out. Jack stores the image to his memory for later use.
“Please…”
“What’s that, honey? I don’t think I heard you too well.”
Normally, you’d push one of your other partners off you if they pulled something like this. But with Jack, it’s different. You want him to touch you.
No, that’s not right.
You need him to touch you.
“Please make me feel good, Jack,” you beg.
He smiles, “Good girl.”
Jack wastes no time with sliding his hand beneath your pants and panties. He groans at feeling your slick folds against his digits. “Is this all for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes Jack. Only for you,” You said.
You whine and buck your fingers to meet Jack’s touch. The man slides his calloused fingers along your throbbing pearl. He expertly rubs circles around your clit as if he’s known your body for years. He can only watch as your face scrunches in pleasure.
He’s sure that you’re the most beautiful woman that he’s seen in a while. Your moans start to increase in volume, so Jack does the only reasonable thing that he can think of.
He sticks his fingers in your mouth.
His fingers muffle the sound of your needy moans. You surprise him when you clamp your lips around his fingers and start to suckle at them. In response, he slides his fingers down to your entrance and pushes them in. Your eyes roll back in pleasure at the feeling of Jack curling his fingers upwards. The heel of his palm grinds carefully against your sensitive clit.
“So that’s all I needed to do to shut you up. Stick my fingers down your throat and into your needy little pussy, and you become a good girl for me? No more brat,” Jack states.
He feels your walls clench around his fingers in response.
“Oh, you like that? You like me being in control. S’all you needed was for someone to take charge.”
You nod helplessly. He pushes his fingers further down your throat, which makes you gag softly. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
You breathe through your nose and relax your throat. In response, the older man pushes his fingers down your throat again. This time, he isn’t met with any resistance.
Jack continues thrusting his fingers and hitting that sacred spot that makes your eyes roll back further. By now, his hand is soaked with you.
Jack knows that you’re close. He can tell by the way that you’re clenching and grinding down onto his fingers.
You’re preparing yourself for the orgasm to hit, but you almost scream when Jack removes his hands from your center. He slides the wet digits out of your pants following by removing his fingers from your throat. A string of saliva follows before breaking.
You look at the older man in disbelief.
He slides his stained fingers in his mouth, licking any evidence of you from his hand.
Once he’s done, he stares at you.
“Don’t look so sad, honey. Only good girls get to cum.”
With that, he walks down the stairwell before opening the door and leaving you standing there. Wet. On the cusp of an orgasm. And in compete and utter disbelief.
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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
Jack Abbot who lived a life of solitude after the divorce from his wife, Shannon. Work, gym, sleep. The occasional outing with friends and colleagues. The occasional date that sometimes ended with something more. And he was content with that, at least that’s what he told himself.
Jack Abbot who two and a half years as a single man has not had a connection that lasted longer than four dates. He was a man focused on his work and his patients and that gave him fulfilment but even he could admit to himself that he was lonely.
Jack Abbot who after a session with his therapist went out and adopted a cat. A black kitten who was about to be euthanised because of her health issues. Her little golden-yellow eyes looked at him through the cage and he just knew that she had to be his. By the time he arrived back at his home, Jack had everything that he would need be a ‘cat dad’ as they called it. A name for the kitten however, that was to be determined.
Jack Abbot who never flaunted his wealth. He was a smart man who, from a young age, invested his money wisely. He knew that he would need something to cushion him after his service and unfortunately his pre-planning saved him a great headache after losing his lower limb. Jack who if you didn’t know him personally would take him for what he is at a simple appearance. A simple man who worked more than he enjoyed living life.
Jack Abbot who after a typical night shift was already calculating how to spend his day off. Grocery shopping, buy breakfast and then home. He didn’t want to do anything else with his two days off but be in his house with his kitten.
However … that all changed when he saw the flashing hazards of a Mercedes coupe and a woman dressed in pink from head to toe pacing back and forth. Her beautiful face pulled into a deep frown as she furiously typed on her phone. The feeling he got when he first saw his kitten, he was feeling it now. So he slowed down his truck.
Jack Abbot who asked “You alright darlin’?” And your tears following after you trembled out a “no” pulled something out of him that had been dormant for a while. He never wanted to see you cry ever again. So he asked questions as he changed your tyre - pretty surprised that a modern Mercedes like this even had one in the back.
Jack Abbot who tried not to blush but failed as he felt your eyes on him as he worked, ignoring the pinch in his stub from the position he was in. He was going to fix your tyre and not complain about his aching body.
Jack Abbot who asked for your name and when you gave it to him, he locked it in his memory. A name he would never forget even if this moment would be fleeting. He was kind of annoyed that changing your tyre was quick, he wanted to bask in your scent for a little longer.
Jack Abbot who tried not to wince as he stood to his full height only to be nearly knocked off his feet when you dove into his arms and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He chuckled at your gratitude as his arms naturally closed around your back and held you. God you felt good in his arms and that should have frightened him.
Jack Abbot who looked into your brown eyes and took in your wide smile. “God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured which caused your smile to be wider.
“Thank you.” You giggled and then you pulled away which Jack tried to not show his disappointment. “I have to show my gratitude somehow. You literally saved my life.”
“There’s no need for that darlin’. I was just helping out a stranger.”
“You just told me you were coming from a night shift, I can pay for your breakfast or something.”
“What you can do for me is get back in your car, get home and rest your pretty head.” He watched you poke your bottom lip out and he had to bite his own to stop from doing what he was thinking of doing but he picked up on the fact that you don’t like being told no.
“I feel bad, there’s gotta be something more that I can do for taking your time.”
Jack Abbot who in that moment, feeling bold did something he hadn’t done in a very long time, he made the first move. “Why don’t we switch numbers and we can discuss later how you can thank me.” The flirtation undertone could not be missed and you picked up on it.
Jack Abbot who savoured the kiss you left on his cheek after you swapped numbers and got back into your car. “I’ll be seeing you Dr Jack Abbot.”
“Yes, you will darlin’. Yes you will.” He mumbled as he watched you drive away. He stood there for a moment letting his feelings settle as they registered. He felt giddy and that excited him.
Jack Abbot who as he drove away, smiled to himself as he knew that his life was about to change.
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Lovergirl Featurette: Imagine if Jack Abbot was your baby daddy, who still had feelings for you….
Jack abbot x black!reader
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), dubcon, kinda dark Jack, obsessive!Jack, jealous!Jack, unprotected sex
You had met Jack Abbot at the local coffee shop. He’d waltzed in still wearing his scrubs after his shift. In typically fashion, he’d ordered a black coffee with three sugars. He’s not used to seeing the coffee shop be this crowded.
Usually, when he gets off of his shift, it’s a dead zone in here with a few early morning runners or early birds. Normally, in any situation like this, he’d just walk out of the door and head home, but he really just wants a moment to sit down and not stand on his leg.
Plus, he wants to actually enjoy his coffee while it’s hot. Not sip on it when it’s reheated.
He spots an open chair at the table with you and weighs his options. He could go and ask, and you’d say yes. Or he’d ask and you’d flat out tell him no, and he would smile and be on his way.
One look at your pretty face makes option one sound more tempting. He strolls over in your directions, a visible lack of confidence in the walk paired with the dull ache of being on the prosthetic all day.
You look up from your notebook just as Jack stops at your table.
“Hi, do you mind if I sit here? All the other tables are pretty crowded…”
You glance around at the other tables before shooting Jack a smile that he can only describe as dazzling. “Yeah, of course. Take a seat.”
You reach over to slide your bag from the seat just as Jack sits down. You start to sketch on your notebook again while Jack sips on his coffee and looks out the window. It’s a peaceful calm with only the quiet murmurs of the other customers, along with the sound of the espresso machine.
Jack looks down and catches sight of your drawing. “You’re really good at that.”
He immediately cringes at the sentence. The long shift has left his cognitive prowess at a minimal.
You chuckle, “Thank you. I could do a sketch of you, if you’d like.”
Of course, he agrees. Anything to keep some form of conversation going with you. Throughout the coffee, you both introduce yourselves to each other before starting to get to know each other more.
Jack becomes enamored with you almost instantly. He hasn’t been this interested in someone since his wife. When you present the sketch to him, it leaves him stunned. It’s amazing all of the small details about him that you were able to capture.
From that point, you and Jack make the little meetings a recurring thing. He doesn’t stick around longer than he has to for handoffs. He tells Robby what he needs to know and dips out of the hospital to walk to the cafe.
You’re always sitting in the same spot, waiting with your coffee order. You even buy his coffee—which Jack immediately shuts down because you shouldn’t be spending your money on him.
But it’s perfectly fine if he spends his money on you. You both talk for hours. Jack’s pain in his leg fades away with the conversation, and he doesn’t even remember how tired he is.
It’s not quite unexpected when you end up back at his apartment, your hand tangled in his silver curls. He pauses to mention his leg to you, which obviously doesn’t bother you.
It’s not too long after that when he has bent over his counter, clawing at the granite and drooling because of the intense drag of his dick through your warm walls.
You lose count of how many times that Jack makes you cum that day. He has you in so many positions that it makes your head spin just thinking about it.
You aren’t surprised that he would be good at making you feel good. Jack has the look of someone who values their partner’s pleasure written all over him.
However, what is surprising is the fact that when you take a pregnancy test two weeks later, it comes back positive.
You take three more…and surprise, surprise, they all come back positive.
-
Telling Jack that you’re pregnant is a job within itself. You didn’t exactly have his number to call him. You both had never traded numbers. You and Jack liked the intimacy of having those moments in the coffee shop together before you returned back to your lives.
However as you sit across from him, you swallow nervously as you sip at your green tea. Jack notices that it’s not your usual sugary confection.
“Hey, is something wrong?”
On his end, he’s mentally preparing himself to hear you say that you don’t want to see him anymore. Maybe, you felt like he was too old. Honestly, he was pushing fifty and he wondered if he was some kind of creep because he liked you.
“I’m pregnant.”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you take a sip of your tea, burning your tongue in the process.
Jack’s ears rings, and this time it isn’t from the tinnitus that he developed after serving two tours.
“Pregnant?”
You nod, chewing on your lip, “Yeah, I took four tests, they all came back positive. And before you give me that look because I’m aware that tests can come back with false positives, I already went to my primary, and she confirmed it.
You try not to be insulted when you see the next questioning look that crosses his face.
“Yes, it’s yours. I’ve only had sex with you, Jack,” you spit out, biting back the sting of tears. The hormones and stress of the situation has you emotion out of this world.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to imply anything. I just wanted to be sure. What are you thinking? Obviously, this is your body, so I’ll respect whatever option that you choose,” Jack states, though some part of him secretly craves this.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think it over. I just wanted to let you know, so that maybe we could figure out together,” you explain, your wide eyes gazing over at him.
That look alone lets Jack know how scary this must all be for you. He reaches across the table, “Sweetheart, whatever you decide, I’ll be here to support you through it.”
-
You decide to keep the baby, which Jack is elated by. From the moment that you both agree to keep it, Jack is by your side every step of the way.
When you have an appointment, he’s driving you there and even picking you up food on the way there. He’s constantly texting you while you’re at work, checking on you and the baby. Don’t even mention that you didn’t pack lunch, Jack is immediately sending food your way.
He’s on top of your prenatals and vitamins. He’ll text during the morning, reminding you to take them.
As your pregnancy progresses, Jack falls more and more in the love with the idea of being a father. He imagines a chunky baby with curly hair laying on his chest.
When your bump starts to show, Jack is over the moon. To him, it signifies that your baby is healthy and growing. He wants to remain respectful, but there’s a part of him that craves to touch your bump.
You catch him eyeing your stomach one day and chuckle, “Jack, you can touch my stomach. This is your baby too.” You only have to tell him once before he’s spreading his large hand across your bump.
You try to ignore the way that your body reacts to feeling his hands on you. You and Jack had agreed to keep things platonic for the sake of the baby. Who knows why you both thought that would be a good idea?
Before you know it, you’re riding Jack on your couch, fingers clutching at his shoulders. He looks down at your growing belly and your breasts, which have increased in size. He’s in awe at you truly.
He grabs your hips in his, “You’re so gorgeous like this, honey. Growing my baby and letting me fuck you full still.” He moves his hands up to grasp at your sensitive breasts, “And these. It makes me even harder knowing that these are gonna fill with milk for our baby.”
The combination of his words, along with the added stimulation of his fingers rolling across your nipples has you cumming loudly.
You and Jack swear that this is the last time.
But it’s not. You have sex in his truck after one of your appointments. You have sex when you go to pick out the baby crib and paint for the nursery. You even have sex late at night because you were horny and craving Jack.
It doesn’t take long for Jack to ask you to be his girlfriend after that. There isn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for you or the baby. If you’re craving some ridiculous concoction, he’s all on board for getting it. If he isn’t available, best believe he’s sending Robby in his place.
As your bump grows more and more, so does the pain and fatigue. Jack is there to massage your aching back and feet. In fact, he even hires a masseuse who specializes in massages for pregnant women to come massage your back and stomach.
When you can’t see your feet and need to shave, Jack is elated to be the one doing it. He might as well be a barber with how much care and dedication he puts into shaving you.
When you need a pregnancy pillow, consider it bought. The baby’s nursery. Already done. Jack and Robby spent a full day building and organizing to your desire.
“What about right here, honey?” Jack asks, as he moves the dresser with Robby for the third time.
You frown, “No, it looks wrong there. Can we try moving it there, please?”
Both men move the dresser, but you can see the sweat and how tired they are. Before either of them know it, you’re pouting and sniffling, and then you’re just full-blown crying.
“I’m sorry. I’m working you both so hard and being difficult,” you state, sobbing and rubbing at your eyes.
Jack’s expression softens, “Hey, baby, you’re not being difficult. You’re doing what feels best for our baby. We don’t have a problem with that. Right, Robby?”
“Right. Whatever will be best for my niece or nephew, consider it done,” Robby answer.
You wipe at your eyes, “Are you both sure?”
“Of course we are. Now, why don’t you go rest. There’s watermelon in the fridge,” Jack said.
“Okay, thank you both. Love you,” you said, pressing your lips to Jack’s. You waltz out of the room without realizing what you’ve said to Jack.
His jaw is dropped, but then the goofy smile crosses his lips. “Love you too, baby,” he mutters, before turning back to Robby.
“You’re far, gone, brother,” Robby comments, smiling at seeing Jack so happy.
“M’right where I wanna be,” Jack answers, before navigating to the dresser again.
-
When you and Jack find out that the gender of the baby is a boy, he cries. Not some cute cry, but fully sobs in the room. Your OBGYN zooms in your baby boy as he sleeps peacefully.
Jack turns to you, “That’s our baby boy in there.”
He’d always imagined what it would be like to have a son. His mind goes to all of the different ways that he and his son will bond together. He thinks of all the things he wants to teach him.
He thinks that he couldn’t get more happier than this moment, but then he feels his baby boy start kicking and he’s over the moon.
“Let daddy feel you kick one more time, buddy,” Jack mutters against your bump. In response, your son kicks lightly.
Jack laughs, “Ooo, that’s a strong one, buddy. You’re gonna give your old man a run for his money.”
You curl your fingers in his hair, “You both get to have your little boys day out.”
Most of the time, Jack finds himself talking to your son, even while your sleeping. You’ll get random texts from him during the day asking how you and his baby boy are doing.
The excitement never dies down.
On July 17th at 9:15 PM, Koda Jackson Abbot, makes his grand entrance into the world weight 8lbs and 6 ounces. Jack is in pure awe at seeing the doctor holding his little boy. He’s in even more awe when he gets to cut the umbilical cord.
Koda is set upon your chest and Jack can’t help but take in the sight of his baby. You smile up at him with tears in your eyes. Jack presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, baby. Thank you for giving me this.”
He follows behind the nurses when they go to clean Koda up. He eagerly scoops Koda into his arms when it’s time for skin-to-skin.
Fatherhood suits Jack Abbot quite nicely.
-
Jack’s an amazing father. You never have to doubt that. He makes sure that you and Koda are good. He’s attentive and caring. During your healing process, Jack takes extra special care of you, especially when making sure that you have enough rest.
Things go great for you both.
Until they don’t.
Jack falls into some old destructive habits. He spends more time rushing into work, especially when he’s not needed. He doesn’t know why he does it, but it just happens. Your relationship starts to get rocky. You both try to make it work, but it just falls through.
Jack knows that he’s to blame.
Even with you both not being together, you still co-parent effortlessly. You both agreed that you would never let any of your problems affect Koda. He was always yours and Jack’s #1 priority.
The schedule that you both craft is good. All mentions of your past relationship is put on the back burner, but that doesn’t mean that Jack doesn’t miss you. He still yearns for those quiet and intimate moments that you shared.
He misses holding you and sharing kisses. But he respects your boundaries.
Two years pass by of peace with co-parenting. But that doesn’t stop Jack from subtly flirting with you. You catch him checking you out more times than you can count.
“Is this a new dress?” He asks, eyes running up and down your figure.
You roll your eyes playfully, “Yes, Jackson, this is a new dress. Let’s keep our eyes to our self.”
Jack shrugs, “A man can’t appreciate how beautiful the mother of his child looks?”
That was another thing, Jack didn’t play none of that calling you his baby mama. You were always to be referred to as the mother of his child. Even when you would jokingly refer to him as your “baby daddy,” he never took it to heart.
You lean across the counter while staring at him, “Hey, are you free to take Koda this Saturday?”
“Yeah, I am. You got big plans with the girls?”
You bite at your lip, “Actually, I have a date.”
Jack almost breaks his neck with how fast he turns to look at you. He tries in vain to steel his expression, “Oh? I didn’t realize that you were dating again.”
Quite frankly, he wasn’t expecting you to date anyone else. He’d been dropping hints here and there about getting back together. Plus, in his head, you would always be his.
“It’s nothing too serious. Just a date with this guy that I work with,” You reply.
“Has he met Koda?” Jack questions, failing to hide the jealously in his voice.
“Of course not, Jack. You know I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”
He sighs, “Yeah, honey, I’ll take Koda Saturday. Have fun on your date.”
You’re surprised at how well that he takes the news. You were expecting him to have a much bigger reaction.
Little do you know, Jack’s already planning on how he’ll ruin your date. He’ll let you have this little illusion of choice, but honestly, you’re always going to be his.
-
On Saturday, when you drop Koda off at Jack’s house, the man doesn’t hide that he’s ogling you.
He grabs Koda as you pass him to Jack. Koda smiles happily, auburn curls flopping in his face, “Daddy!”
Jack smiles in return before pressing a kiss to Koda’s chubby cheek, “Hey, buddy. I missed you so much. You ready to have fun?”
“Mhmm, daddy we play trucks,” Koda states. He was in his truck phase, and neither Jack nor Robby were making it better as they kept buying him toys to add to his collection.
“We sure are, buddy. We’re gonna have so much fun!” Jack lightly bounces him in his arms before looking at you.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” He tells you, trailing his eyes down your figure. You can’t help the heat that pinches at your skin.
“Thanks, Jack. Also, thanks again for doing this.”
“S’no problem, honey. Now go have fun.”
You smile and lean forward to kiss Koda’s cheek, “Bye baby. Mommy will be back to get you tomorrow. Be good for daddy okay?” You ruffle your hand through his curls which resemble yours, but with Jack’s ginger color.
“Otay mommy. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby bear.” You kiss Koda’s cheek one last time.
“No kiss for daddy?” Jack teases, even though he’s dead serious.
You roll your eyes before leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw. Both Jack and Koda watch as you walk to your car before getting in and driving off.
Jack looks down at his son, “Hey Koda, you want to do me a favor, and I’ll buy you a new truck?”
-
The date with Oliver, your coworker, is going surprisingly well. However, you’d be lying if you didn’t say that your mind was wandering to Jack. Though you tried not to, your mind instantly went to comparing Oliver to Jack.
You take another sip of wine as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Before you can respond to Oliver’s question, your phone buzzes on the table. You flip it over and see Jack’s name. Your stomach drops. Jack wouldn’t be calling you unless it was a dire emergency.
You look up at Oliver, “I’m sorry. It’s my kid’s dad.”
“Don’t apologize. You should take it. It could be an emergency,” Oliver said.
Clicking on the answer button, you hold the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”
“Hey, honey, Koda’s been crying for you for the past hour. I tried to get him settled down, but he’s inconsolable,” Jack answers.
“Okay, can you put him on the line?”
You hear the brief shuffle of the phone as Jack passes it to Koda.
Koda sniffles, “Mama…”
“Oh my baby. What’s wrong?”
“I miss you, mama. I want you to come back to me and daddy,” Koda responds, before he sniffles again.
Your heart clenches at hearing his little sniffles and sobs, “Hey, I’ll be right there in a bit, baby bear, okay? Just be a big boy for daddy and I’ll be there soon.”
“Otay, mama. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” You hang up the phone as you look back at Oliver with a tight-lipped smile.
Before you can explain, he smiles, “Hey, don’t apologize. Your son comes first always. We have plenty more time to go on another date.”
“Thank you, Oliver.”
-
It feels like you’re speeding as you rush back to Jack’s house. Which is honestly a little crazy on your part. When you make it there and park in the driveway, Jack opens the door on the first knock.
Koda reaches out for you as you grab him in your arms. “Hey, baby bear, are you okay?”
“Mhmm, I just missed you mommy.”
“I missed you too,” You said, kissing the crown of his head. You, Jack, and Koda all walk back into the house together as you all sit on the couch together. Jack turns on Little Bear, which happens to be one of Koda’s favorite shows. Pretty soon, Koda is asleep with his cheek pressed to your chest in the same way that he used to do when he was a baby.
“I can take him,” Jack suggests.
You seamlessly pass Koda over to him. You both watch as your baby boy snuggles further into Jack’s arms as he carries him to his room. Jack pushes Koda’s curls back before kissing his cheek.
“Night buddy. Daddy loves you.”
He walks back into the living room where you’re sitting. He plops back into the couch with you casually.
“So how was the date?” Jack asks.
“It was good. He was really nice,” You answer, trying to keep the conversation light. You figure that Jack doesn’t want to hear the ins and outs of your date with the other man.
You don’t even know that he paid Dennis to spy on you and Oliver from across the restaurant.
Jack hums, “Are you planning on going on another date with him?”
“I don’t know, maybe? He’s really nice and I like him. Isn’t this a bit awkward to be talking about with you?”
Jack shrugs, “Not at all. I think it’s important for us to have healthy communication with each other. That includes me asking about the man that’s taking out the mother of my child.”
“Do you ever think about dating other people?” You ignore the bitterness that you feel at Jack dating other women, or even just the thought of him sleeping with other women makes you sick. It’s hypocritical of you, but it still doesn’t ease the sting.
“Nope, I have my eye on one woman only. I’m just waiting on her to come to her senses.”
You laugh, “We tried, remember? We couldn’t make it work.”
“But that was the past, we can make it work this time. I’m in therapy and I’ve been setting boundaries with work. I love you, sweetheart. I love you and I love our little boy. Just give us a shot again.”
Just as before, you get lost in those hazel puppy eyes.
Jack always has a way of getting what he wants. That includes you. One minute, you’re both talking on the couch and the next minute, he has your legs pressed to your chest as he bullies his way inside of you.
You moan loudly as you clutch at him. Jack leans down, “Shhh…don’t wake our baby up. Be a good girl for me and keep quiet.”
You wonder how the man expects you to be quiet when he’s rearranging your insides.
You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all that you’re right where Jack wants you. He reaches a hand down to start playing with your clit, “M’never gonna let you go, honey. You, me, and Koda, we can be one big happy family. Maybe…we’ll have a little girl.”
Somewhere in your brain, the rational part of you fights against his words. Jack spots the hesitation in your gaze, which causes him to press himself deeper inside of you as he slots his lips against yours.
You’re so lost in your orgasm that you don’t even pay attention to the warm spurts of Jack’s cum painting your walls.
Oh well.
You’ll just have to plan for the next baby, but by that point, you’ll be married.
Princess!Reader who since being born was the apple of your parent’s eye. You were the only girl child in a family of four boys to a father with only brothers as siblings. So yes, it made sense how you become the princess of the family.
Princess!Reader who grew up stressing your father to the point of baldness but he catered to your every whim. And that was a pattern your uncles and your brothers followed through with.
Princess!Reader who due to the high standards set by the men in your family fails to have successful relationships with the men of your age. You don’t tolerate disrespect, incompetence and laziness. The manosphere talking points don’t work on you. You just leave and never look back.
Princess!Reader who despite being spoilt, was raised to be a hard worker. You graduated top of your class in high school and your undergrad degree. Now you were finishing your master’s degree with a distinction and your interior design business was finally blowing up.
Princess!Reader who also loved spending money as much as you made it. And you were fortunate enough that the allowance from your family - even at twenty-eight - was overflowing. You were a lover of the mainstream fashion houses but you preferred LaQuan Smith or Pyer Moss over Chanel.
Princess!Reader who has the men in your life at your beck and call for whatever problems arise in your life. You didn’t know what it is like to ever have to figure out how to fix something manually.
Which is why when Princess!Reader’s tyre blew at the side of the road and you couldn’t reach any of your male family members, you were close to having a panic attack. It was past 7am in the morning, the roads were empty and you were staring down hard at the deflated tyre with a mean mug hoping somehow it would fix itself.
Princess!Reader’s whose head shot up when you heard the rumblings of a truck coming closer. It stopped in front of you and the window rolled down. You were momentarily frozen as you were struck by the beauty of the man that was staring back at you. His thick greying curls and freckled skin were impossible for you not to notice.
“You alright darlin’?” There was something about the tone of concern in his voice that caused your bottom lip to tremble and for the tears to fill up in your eyes. “No.” The sight of your tears, the handsome stranger immediately put his truck in park and hopped out.
Princess!Reader who explained your situation and the stranger immediately jumped into action. Fortunately for you, everything that was needed to change a tyre was in the trunk. And you loved watching a man hard at work.
Princess!Reader who as you watched his muscles flex as he worked on your car decided that, this was your man now. You swayed as he tried to hold conversation with you.
“So what’s your name darling?” He asked and Princess!Reader answered and asked the same.
“The name’s Jack. Jack Abbot.”
Princess!Reader who never thought the kindness of a stranger would lead to the best romance of your life.
ru’s note 💌: SURPRISE! I’m back again. I was working on some thangs. This is one of them. I really hope you love it. I’m trying to bring something a lil different to the Jack Abbot/Shawn Hatosy space. Hoping to be posting more soon 💕.
