Pairing: Stepdad! Jack Abbot x F! Reader
Description: You come home for summer break from college to be greeted with a new stepdad, whom you quickly develop an unhealthy obsession with. Inspired by the movie "The Crush".
Tags: Alternating POV's, cursing, kinda stepcest (he's her stepdad so...), obsessive tendencies, Jack feeling like a creep, reader is a freak and obsessed with Jack. Not much for this tbh. Might (definitely going to) do a part 2??
He didn’t mean for things to turn out like this. He had only meant to start his new position at the hospital as night shift attending when he moved to town, everything else was supposed to come second.
He wanted time to get adjusted, feel out the town a bit, before he jumped into anything serious with anyone. He hadn’t been with anyone in years. Not since his wife. But the nights leading up to his first shift were just so…quiet. There’s nothing hospital related to think about yet, and he had to find something to do. After all, his therapist did say he needed a hobby that didn’t include checking the scanner religiously.
So out he went to a local bar, nothing too fancy, just a place to get a few drinks, maybe play some pool, have a good time, who knows?
That was before he met her. A beautiful woman in a relatively unbeautiful part of town. Tall, around his age, gorgeous smile, hard to resist. He approached her and they hit it off right away. She worked night shift too, coincidentally. One thing led to another and before he knew it, he had her in his bed, writhing under him, telling him things he hadn’t heard in years.
Things moved fast after that. Just a few months of going on dates and subsequent hook ups at his house, they’d grown inseparable, and it wasn’t long before Jack was proposing, and of course she said yes!, and only a few short months later, things were official. They didn’t do anything but, they’d both done it for their first weddings. They decided they would elope, a very private ceremony, and they could tell other people later. For now, they wanted to keep it between just them, something special.
Well, this was perfect, and things were looking up. He had a great new job, a new wife, and since they were married it felt only right that they live together, and since Jack’s lease on his apartment he’d lived in since he moved to town was about up, they decided it would just be easier for him to move in to her house.
She had offhandedly mentioned that she had a daughter a few times, would talk about you off and on while they would unpack Jacks’ things. Your mother told him how it would just be him and her for a while since you were off at college, getting your degree. She always told him how she was so proud of you, how smart you were, how pretty. Jack would joke that he’s sure you got it from her.
Months turned into a year and a half passing of Jack and your mother being together, and they couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t until early May that your mother was so excited to tell him that you would be visiting for your summer break! Jack couldn’t lie, he was looking forward to finally meeting his stepdaughter, though the title of “stepdad” seemed strange to give himself to a fully grown woman who’d already lived a life, already did everything you would have needed a dad’s help for. But it meant a lot to your mother, so he was excited too.
It was only a couple short weeks later, though, that was the day you were to be moving back in for the summer. Almost 4 months, your mother had told him, that you would be staying with them. "Colleges get longer breaks", she had reminded him.
Just as your mother was finishing dinner, he heard tires rolling up into the gravel driveway, and peeking out the window, he saw your car.
"Oh, babe, will you go help her with her bags, please?" your mother asked with a smile, "I've got my hands full at the moment."
Jack agreed, of course. He was raised to be a gentleman, and helping people just came naturally to him.
You were just stepping out of your car, keys and purse in hand, when your eyes met his for the first time. He took you in, from head to toe, from your face that he could only see small parts of it mirroring your mothers', your hair framing it.
The days were starting to grow hotter, but not nearly enough to warrant what you were wearing. A cropped tea green tank hugged your curves nicely, pushing your breasts together in a way he couldn't look away from, and exposing your stomach and belly button, which he also noticed was pierced. He wondered if you had any other piercings he couldn't see.
Jacks' eyes wandered down to the jean shorts you were wearing that should almost have been classified as underwear with how much they showed, hugging your hips nicely, showing off your legs, down to the cute little wedged sandals on your feet, only accentuating your legs further and making you slightly taller.
It didn't take but a few seconds of seeing you for Jack to realize he was well and truly fucked.
You knew he was checking you out from the moment you stepped out of the car. He definitely wasn't subtle. His eyes grew to the size of saucers when he saw what you were wearing.
He better get used to it, you thought, because this was nothing compared to the tiny bikinis you'd packed for your preplanned hours lounging around the pool. This was summer vacation, and you weren't going to waste it being inside.
Besides, you didn't mind if he was looking. You were looking too, and you liked what you saw.
You really hated to admit it, but your mom had good taste. How she managed to bag this silver fox though, you had no idea.
Tall, muscles almost bulging out of the t-shirt he was wearing, a full head of hair that was almost entirely grey, just a bit of stubble framing his jaw. You tried not to lick your lips at the sight. God, he was hot.
"You must be Dr. Abbot." You purred, stepping closer to him, closer than he probably thought you would upon meeting for the first time.
He chuckled deeply, the sound only making him that much hotter. "Only people who call me that are my patients." He reached out a hand for you to shake, feeling that maybe you weren't ready for a hug quite yet. "Please, call me Jack."
But you were never a person to shy away from physical contact, so you ignored his hand, instead going in for a tight hug, both your arms wrapping around his back, your head nestled in the crook of his neck, lips almost touching the skin there.
God, he smells so good. Whatever cologne he had on was doing wonders for him.
Little did you know he was thinking the same of you. He inhaled your sweet scent, a contrast to your mothers' scent of roses, letting it wrap itself in his mind.
But he snapped out of it, taken aback by how open you already are with him, a man you just met, not letting his one hand wrap too tightly around you, giving you a half hug instead.
You pulled away first, smiling at him wide. "Nice to finally meet you, Jack" you emphasize his name. "I've got a few bags I could use help carrying in, if you don't mind." You bat your eyes at him for good measure, leading him to your trunk and popping it open, revealing your large duffel bags you'd packed with enough of everything to last you the whole break.
And of course, he had no problem carrying them all in at once, insisting you let him handle it, that you only needed to grab your purse and go inside. You watched him as he walked up the rest of the driveway into the house, two bags in each hand, his biceps flexing as he carried them.
You bit your lip as you watched him go. What. A. Man.
You knew as soon as your mother had told you about him the first time, mentioning he was a doctor, a past military vet, so accomplished, that you couldn't wait to meet him, and now that you had? You weren't going to let him go so easily.
"Wow, so you stay pretty busy, don't you Jack?" you asked, twirling a bit of your hair around your finger slowly, listening intently as he told you about his career, his war stories, his "hobby" as a SWAT medic during his off hours.
"I guess you could say that." he replied with a slight smile, watching you watch him while your dear mother was just in the other room cleaning up after dinner.
He had an idea of what you were doing by now. The looks you gave him over dinner, your hair twirling. It was obvious to him that you were flirting, or attempting to, as he wasn't really reciprocating, despite his naturally flirty personality. It was just a silly little crush, nothing new or unusual for a woman your age. But he had to be the one to establish the boundaries here. He wasn't just some guy at college you pick up without a thought, there was a relationship there now, no matter how fresh it was.
You didn't really care if he knew what you were doing or not. Good, you wanted him to. Your mother, god love her, was just too oblivious to things, always has been, so you knew you were pretty much in the clear with her not really going to think anything other than you and him were just getting to know each other.
You liked Jack. A lot. The fact that he was married wasn't going to stop your flirting. He was attractive, and you wanted nothing more than to have him. He was a real man, nothing like the boys at school you were used to. He was already better in every way. Stronger, handsome, smart.
Older, which meant more experience. You already knew about his career, his past work with the military, his hobbies, which proved it. Now you just wanted to know if his experience bleeds over into other areas.
After your mom had finished cleaning up, you all ventured to the living room to watch a movie before turning in for the night. You sat opposite your mom so that her and Jack could be close. You couldn't make anything too obvious.
After the movie, it was your mother who spoke first, standing and stretching her arms over her head, announcing that she was tired and going to head to bed, leaning down to give you a goodnight kiss on the forehead before turning and heading up the stairs to her and Jacks' shared bedroom.
You moved shortly after, following your mothers' movements by stretching your arms, knowing it's showing off your midriff to Jack, before bending over and grabbing your previously discarded shoes.
"I suppose it is pretty late. I better get going to bed, too" You tell him as you start to walk towards the stairs before stopping short, turning to him, and in that sweet voice you'd been using on him all night, you say "It was really great meeting you, Jack. I'm so happy that you're my new stepdaddy."
And with a smile, you walked up the stairs to your room, leaving him something to think about tonight. So what if it was wrong? Maybe you liked that liking him was so forbidden. You knew he liked it too.
And boy did he think about what you said. All night as a matter of fact, as he laid beside your mother, trying and willing himself to go to sleep. To not think about what you were doing right now. If you were unpacking your bags, or showering in your en suite. He tried not to think about what your body wash smells like or what lotion you use when you dry off. It was hard, even more so what pajamas you were wearing. Were they as revealing as your outfit today?
When sleep finally found him, he was glad. It was a reprieve from the thoughts he knew he shouldn't be thinking about you.
The heat wave hit unexpectedly early. You had woken up and it was sweltering in your room, and most likely the rest of the house, and the lack of shade outside wasn’t helping anything either. You toddled downstairs in your pj’s and kicked on the AC, cold air immediately shooting out of the vents.
Thankfully, your mom and Jack had cleaned and shocked the pool a few weeks prior so it was ready to swim in, and you wouldn’t have to worry too much about getting sunburned from being in it all day since your mother had invested in building a lanai over and around it, which kept the bugs out and provided shade from the sun. But who’s knows what kind of mood you would be in later, and maybe you would lay out and tan for a bit.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Jack, and with that, ways that you could see him more, when an idea hit you.
“Jack! Could you come here for a minute?” You called out for him, knowing he was in his bedroom just down the hall from yours.
He heard your call and immediately came running. You didn’t sound like it was an emergency but why else would you be calling for him instead of just walking down the hall to go get him?
He soon found out why as he turned the corner into the doorway of your room, your door wide open, to see you, standing facing away from in in front of your full length mirror, holding the thin straps of your bikini top you had covering your front behind your back, turning to face him as he saw you.
“Would you mind helping me tie this?” You asked innocently, as if he wasn’t having an internal crisis seeing you in less clothing than you were in yesterday, your bikini bottoms barely covering your ass, and your top not yet tied.
He cleared his throat before answering, stepping toward you slowly. “Um…yeah, sure.”
You turned back away from him to face the mirror, watching his reactions. “I was going to ask mom, but she isn’t answering her phone. Do you know where she is?” You continue conversation as normally as you could.
Meanwhile, he was struggling with himself. It was like you were doing this on purpose. “She got called into work. I guess they had a bunch of people call out, so she’ll be working a double today.” He answered as he took to the two pieces of string from your fingers gently, starting to tie them.
“Oh.” You answered as he pulled the strings tight. “So…it’ll just be you and me today, huh?”
His hands began to shake slightly as he double knotted the bikini, trying to get out of this situation quickly so you didn’t have time to take it further. He knew why you were asking that.
“I guess so. Unless you had somewhere else you needed to be…” Jack replied carefully, pulling his hands away before they drifted anywhere else.
You turned around to face him with a nice smile, knowing the effect you were having on him. “Nope. Thought I’d get in the pool for awhile, tan a little bit. Maybe make myself a drink or two…” you drifted as you walked past him, grabbing your beach towel, sunscreen and sunglasses.
He chuckled as he followed you out of your room into the hallway, and you were hoping he was staring at you as you walked down the stairs towards the kitchen with intent to make that drink you mentioned.
“What about you, Jack?” You asked sweetly, rummaging around the alcohol cabinet you remember your mother keeping. “Do you have any plans today?”
You get your glass and make your drink as you wait for his answer, only to look up and see that he’s a little zoned out, eyes trained on your tits.
You let out a giggle. This is going to be easier than you thought.
You clear your throat to get his attention. “Jack? Did you hear me?”
He quickly snaps out of it. “Oh shit, did you see him? How long was he staring for?” was all he could think and pray that you hadn't noticed at all.
He knew how wrong it was to look at you like how he was, and he also knew that you were teasing him, trying to get him to do things he shouldn't, things he wouldn't normally do. He was a married man, happily in fact. So why, why, were you of all things the reason for him to start slipping?
"Oh, sorry." he recovers. "Not really. I'm still on vacation until the end of the week. Your mom said she wanted to spend as much time as we could with you during this first week you were here. You know crazy her work schedule is."
"Oh, I know. She's been a workaholic since I was little" you reply, picking up your glass and heading out to the pool, recalling all of the times you were left with a grandparent or babysitter because she was always getting called into work, or picking up a shift, requesting more hours. You couldn't fault her too much though; she was a good mother despite it all. It's just a shame you want her husband too much.
"But that's how she's been able to afford all this." You motion towards the lanai, the pool, the house. "And we get to reap the benefits occasionally" you tell him cheekily, setting your things down, settling into one of the pool floats, drink in hand, sipping on the sweet flavor.
Jack could leave at any time. He didn't have to stand here, watching you. It wasn't as if you were a little kid who needed constant supervision. After all, he hadn't lied. He didn't have any plans, but he could make them. He could go out and play some golf, kill some time. It was a nice day. He didn't want to creep you out with him being there, on the off chance that all of your flirty comments and looks have all been in his head, and he's just the dirty old man that he feels like. But looking at you there in your skimpy, tight bikini, he just wanted an excuse to hang around you a little longer.
Taking a seat in one of the lounge chairs on the concrete deck, Jack sits with his legs spread, leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. You watch him like a hawk watches a mouse, your eyes drifting down towards the outline of his crotch you can clearly see in his pants. You bet it's big like the rest of him. You don't care if you're being obvious right now or not. It's not like anyone is around to see.
"So we never got around to talking about you last night." Jack tells you.
"What do you wanna know?" you reply, liking that he has an interest in you.
"Well, I guess for starters, what college did you say you were at?"
You tell him easily. "I'm in my third year, so I'm almost done, but..." you trail off.
He's interested now. "But what?"
You sigh, knowing that he was going to find out sooner or later. "My mom isn't going to be happy, but... I'm taking a gap year." You twiddle with the stem of your glass, not wanting to look at his face, a look of disappointment plastered to it like you know there will be with your mom. You can practically hear her voice now telling you the same thing you always hear from people her age. That once you do, you won't want to go back and finish. "I just haven't figured out a way to tell her yet."
You get the courage to look up at him to find not a look of disappointment but instead understanding. Then, a moment later, he speaks:
"I think that's a good idea."
Definitely not what you were expecting him to say.
"You do?" you ask incredulously.
He nods in affirmation. "Yeah, why not? I took one when I was in college back in the day, when I was a resident."
You giggle at his wording, and he has to will his dick not to twitch at the sound.
"'Back in the day'? Was that in the 1900's?" you joke with him, playing into it.
He tilts his head up, looking down his nose at you with a smirk, his voice gravelly. "Yeah, back when charts were written by candlelight."
You can't help but laugh at his joking, and seeing this less serious, less nervous side of him was only serving to do wonders for your imagination. Before you can think to deeply about anything though, he speaks again with a smile. "Seriously though, I think it's a good idea. Sometimes you need a break. But it just depends on what you plan on doing during the time off that makes a difference."
You pipe up now, happily telling him your plans. "Well, I actually have an internship lined up in August."
"Seems to me you already thought it through then" he says with a smile. "You got a good head on your shoulders. Proud of you, kid."
Oh, how his words make your head dizzy.
"I could help you talk to your mom about it if you want" he offers.
"You would?" you ask excitedly. "Oh my god, I would love that! Thank you."
"Nah, don't worry about it. What are... stepdads for?" he fumbles with the words, still new and wrong sounding on his tongue, as he stands up, walking towards the lanai door, deciding that was a good note to leave on. Maybe he will go out and do something to kill some time. You'll be alright here by yourself.
His words only make you smile more; makes you want him more. God, you're practically dripping with how kind and competent he is.
"Oh, and jack?" you ask, stopping him, making him turn around to face you. Your hand not holding your drink drifts up to one of the triangles of fabric covering your breast, tracing the edge lightly. "And if you ever need anything, I'm always here for you."
Your hand now starts to tug it just slightly downwards, not quite low enough to show your nipple, but low enough that he gets a view of what you're working with, what you desperately want him to touch. "Things that... maybe my mom can't give you anymore..."
He's frozen in place, his body willing his feet to move, to turn away, but his mind isn't cooperating. His body is pulled taught, heat moving all through him now, at war with his mind.
This is wrong. You're disgusting. Stop this. Tell her this is inappropriate.
You keep your hand there for a moment more before letting go, the fabric snapping back into place, also seeming to snap Jack out of his little trance, regaining some sense as you purr out "What are stepdaughters for?"
At that, he turns around faster than was probably necessary, red faced and blood pumping, not leaving the house, but going up to his and your mothers shared en suite, needing an ice cold shower before he could go out and do anything, to rinse away the perverted interaction he just had with her daughter.
And you, still in the pool, definitely saw the half chub he was sporting before he turned away.
Oh, this was going to be a fun summer.
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