call me jack
bfs dad! jack abbot x reader
MDNI !!
summary: what happens when you go to your ex-boyfriends house to pick up your belongings and happen to run into his dad?
wc: 2.4k
tags/warnings: smut, unprotected sex, age-gap, no use of y/n
three knocks. you toy with the hem of your pants, anxiously waiting for your boyfriend, now ex, to answer the door. you had been together for a year when he suddenly broke up with you last week. you had noticed that he began acting distant, but you thought it would pass.
he couldnât even give you the courtesy of telling you why he was breaking up with you, so you sat awake every night wondering if you did something wrong, or if heâs just an asshole. the obvious answer is that heâs an asshole, but for some reason that wasnât enough.Â
the past week has left you confused, hurt, and angry, and just when you thought you were getting over it, you remembered that you left your favorite hoodie at his house. you did not want to face him again, but it was an expensive sweatshirt, and you certainly did not want to let him have it, or even worse, give it to his next girlfriend.
now, with it being one week since the breakup, youâve mustered up enough courage to go to his house and ask demand him to give you your sweatshirt back. you also decided to put no effort into your appearance, since you arenât trying to impress anyone anymore, wearing a cami and sweatpants that are definitely not your size. you bite the inside of your cheek as you wait for the door to be opened, but itâs taking longer than it normally would. do you knock again? do you just leave? do you send him a tex-
the door opens.
itâs not your ex boyfriend, but rather, his dad. does he even know about the breakup yet? you feel a little awkward standing in front of him, looking like you just rolled out of bed, but he greets you with the same warm smile heâs been greeting you with since you and your boyfriend started dating.
âhi!â he sounds so enthusiastic.
âhi, dr. abbot,â you say, quietly. heâs being suspiciously normal right now. he must not know yet. of course your boyfriend wouldnât tell him.
he steps aside, gesturing for you to enter the house.
his eyebrows furrow, âhow many times have i told you to just call me jack?â
you walk into his house, forcing a smile, âhabit. sorry.â you scratch your head, trying to act casual, âiâm really sorry to bother, i just left something here.â
âyouâre never a bother. feel free to grab whatever you need, heâs not home.â his voice is reassuring.
you nod before you turn around and begin to head up the stairs, where your ex boyfriendsâ room is.
âhey,â jack calls out. halfway up the stairs, you turn around, âiâm sorry about what happened.â
you take a deep breath, âi am too.â you turn around and continue going up the stairs.
the bedroom is messy, as always, and you begin rummaging through his clothes, old food, and random papers left all over his room until you finally find your hoodie. itâs definitely going to need a quick wash, but at least you got it back, and surprisingly, with no problem.
you quickly walk downstairs, and just as youâre about to say bye to jack, he stops you.Â
âdo you wanna talk about it?â he asks.
you open your mouth to answer the question, but for some reason canât think of a response. jack notices your discomfort.
âlook, i just made a smoothie, and i accidentally made too much, do you want the rest?â he changes the subject.
âi donât know yâknow i was just about to hea-â
âitâs just gonna go to waste.â
you sigh, âokay, yeah, iâll have it.â
âawesome, follow me.â
 he walks to the kitchen and you follow closely behind. there are two glasses on the counter, both with the same amount of drink in them. itâs like he knew you were going to say yes. standing across from him, you take one of the glasses and take a sip. itâs actually really fucking good.
âitâs good isnât it?â jack asks, drinking nearly the entire thing in one go.
âmmm,â you attempt a response while drinking more.
âso, whatâs been going on with you?â he asks in an attempt to keep the conversation going.
suddenly, you put the drink back down on the counter and look up at him.
âdid he tell you why?â
âwhat?â
âdid he tell you why he broke up with me?â
he puts his glass down and shakes his head slowly, âhe didnât. iâm sorry.â
your mouth quivers, âi just- i donât know. i feel like i did something wrong. i donât know.â
âwhat? donât say that,â he says in disbelief, walking over to you and putting his hand on your shoulder.
the sudden contact makes you even more anxious than you already are, âwhat happened, then?â
âcome on,â he tilts his head at you as though the answer is obvious, âhe is my son, but he can be a piece of shit sometimes. you and i both know that.â
you let your head fall forward in defeat. jack suddenly grabs your chin and lifts your head up enough to make eye contact with you.
âyou didnât do anything wrong.â
âare you sure?â you ask, a single tear running down your face.
with the hand that gently grips your chin, he wipes the tear away.
âiâm sure,â he finally releases his hand from your chin and backs up, leaning on the counter, âif iâm being honest, you were too good for him anyways.â
a genuine laugh escapes you, âreally?â you sniffle.
âoh please,â he scoffs, âand donât get me wrong, iâm gonna miss having you around all the time, but, youâre a med student, and heâs been working the same part time job heâs had since high school with no future plans. obviously youâre too good for him.â
you smile, âyeah. i guess.â your smile disappears, âi also guess this means no more study sessions.â
âof course not. donât let this get in the way of your studies, and that includes me helping you prepare for your clinicals.â
âyou would do that still?â
âthereâs usually no such thing as stupid questions, but that right there was one. i want you to succeed, whether youâre dating my son or not.â
âthank you, dr. abbot, seriously.â the tears have officially stopped flowing.
âanytime,â he says, âin fact, got anything coming up that you need help with?â
âi have an anatomy exam soon, but i can just study on my own, iâve taken up enough of your time today,â you say, quietly.
ânonsense. sit down,â he says, patting on one of the counter stools. he sits down on the one next to it.
without hesitation you sit down beside him.
âanatomy, huh?â
you nod, âyeah, just have to know where everything is pretty much, major structures, vessels, nerves, muscles, et cetera.â
âsounds easy enough,â he says.
âwell, i am a first year.â
âi remember my first year like it was yesterday.â he smiles to himself, like heâs reminiscing, âglabella.â
youâre caught off guard, but manage to point to the spot in between your eyebrows.
he nods, âgood. uvula.â
âeasy. back of the throat.â
âphiltrum.â
âbeneath the nose.â
âi need to make this harder for you,â he says, sounding impressed, âhow about the hypogastrium?â
âshit,â you think for a moment, âabdomen?â
âwhere?â
you place your hand on top of where your belly button would be. jack gently grabs your hand and lowers it until itâs just above your pubic bone.
âthere,â he corrects you.
your breath hitches at his touch, and jack notices.
he clears his throat and removes his hand from yours, all while not breaking eye contact with you.
âmoving on. where is the-â
suddenly, before youâre able to even stop yourself, you lean in and kiss him. only for a moment, though, before your brain catches up and realizes what youâre doing. you pull away and your cheeks already begin to turn pink.
âi donât know why i- iâm sorry-â you stammer, âfuck, i should-â
you stand up from the seat and begin backing up in horror before a wide-eyed jack abbot gets up, grabs your arm, and pulls you in for another kiss, this time longer, and harder.
you kiss him back, of course, and your hands find themselves in his salt and pepper hair while his hands cup your face that grows hotter by the second.
he finally pulls away, leaving the two of you out of breath.
âjackâŚâ you whine, sounding more desperate than you had intended.
âi know kiddo, i know,â he says, his voice sounding rough as ever.
with his hands now on your hip, he kisses you again, backing you up until your back hits the fridge, knocking off multiple magnets onto the floor. he bites your lower lip and a quiet moan escapes you, but itâs loud enough for jack to hear and make the blood rush straight to his cock.
he begins moving lower, kissing you on your jaw and neck, eliciting more unintelligible sounds from you. he catches himself getting carried away so he pulls back and looks at you.
âa mess already. beautiful,â he whispers before clearing his throat, âdo you want this?â
you nod eagerly, still breathing heavily.
âi need to hear you say it.â
âi want this, i- i want you,â you manage to choke out.
a grin spreads across his face before he suddenly picks you up. you gasp and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. he quickly runs up the stairs, carrying you like itâs nothing before he reaches his bedroom.
youâve never seen his bedroom before, but itâs exactly how you wouldâve imagined it. minimalist, and incredibly clean. he places you on the bed before swiftly taking his t-shirt off, revealing a body youâd never seen before. big, muscular, and riddled with freckles. youâre on your knees at the edge of the bed, watching him undress.Â
he walks right up to you and grabs both of your arms, placing them above your head. he then grabs the bottom of your top and pulls it over your head, leaving you topless.
âhow could he ever let you go?â he asks himself, shaking his head.
you quickly remove your sweatpants, and back up until youâre in the middle of the bed. he begins removing his own sweatpants, which already have a wet spot thanks to the precum leaking out of him. once his pants are off, he quickly removes his boxers to reveal his hard and glistening length.
you gulp, taken aback by the size of him. he then removes his prosthetic leg and finally joins you in his bed. he hovers over you and is giving you sloppy wet kisses on your mouth, before trailing down to your neck and then your breasts. you can barely think with his biceps on either side of your head.
his hot mouth contrasting to the cool air of his room makes you tense up, and the feeling of his tongue going down your body makes you want to scream. he notices your muscles tightening.
âdonât be shy,â he says to you, âitâs okay, itâs just me.â
his mouth finally makes its way to your underwear, which is already damp. he wastes no time pulling it off and pushing your legs apart.Â
you can feel his breath hitting the heat between your legs, itching for him to do anything.
âplease, jack.â
your words are music to his ears, and he immediately licks a stripe up your slit, causing you to cry out.
your body twitches underneath him, which makes him hold onto your thighs even tighter than he was before. you can tell heâs going to leave marks, but youâre too gone to care about that right now.
he groans into you as fucks you with his mouth, and the vibrations add to the euphoric feeling building in your lower abdomen. youâre close to your orgasm, and he can tell, which is why he pulls away, leaving the lower half of his face covered in your arousal.
you gasp, âwait, pleaseâŚâ
âpatience,â he whispers into your ear before giving you a kiss and propping himself up onto his knees. he grabs your hips and lines himself up with your entrance.
he slowly buries himself inside you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. the burn of him stretching you out is nothing compared to the immense pleasure felt in this moment.
âoh my fucking god,â you moan, letting your eyes roll into the back of your head.
âlook at me,â he says, waiting for you to lift your head up.
once youâre looking at him, he smiles, âremember what we studied?â
he takes your hand and places it on your stomach, âdo you feel that?â he pushes your hand down just enough for you to feel him inside of you.
you nod, slowly.
âyouâre being so good for me.â
he slowly pulls out before thrusting again, this time a little bit harder. he does this a few more times until he finds a good rhythm.Â
both of you blubber various profanities, unable to focus on what youâre saying. you begin to feel the heat building in your stomach once again, and youâre determined to finish this time. you roll your hips, matching his rhythm, trying to feel him more than you already are.
âkeep. going. please,â you manage to say out loud.
âhas he ever fucked you like this?â he asks, sounding almost cocky.
âno. never,â you admit.
he looks pleased with himself after you answer shyly.
he continues fucking you, his thrusts fast and deep, until you finally reach your peak. suddenly, you tighten around him, your whole body jerking as you cry out. he keeps his fast pace, to not deny himself of an orgasm, when shortly after you, his climax hits him like a truck. he lets himself go, moaning and groaning as thick ropes of cum shoot out of him and straight into you.
once the both of you have finished, he slowly pulls out. you whine at his absence. hovering over you once again, he pushes the hair out of your now flushed and sweaty face.
âlet me clean you up, okay?â
âokay,â you say, quietly, âin a minute, though.â
he laughs, âof course,â he says, taking a moment to admire you in this state, âtake all the time you need.â
















