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content: NSFW/mdni ⊹ implied smut ⊹ age gap (reader is 20s, Robby is canon age) ⊹ stepcest
1.4k words
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You find out only a few days before the three day weekend that all of your friends are either leaving town or are going to be ridiculously busy. You’d figured that you’d drop by someone’s house, maybe figure out who was throwing a bbq, or at least watch some movies with your roommates and bake something.
But no– everyone is going to visit college friends, or else they’re working extra to make holiday pay.
You grumble about it when you’re on facetime with your mom, and behind her in the kitchen her new husband cocks his head.
“You could come here,” Robby offers.
Your mom scoffs. “I’m headed out of town too, there’s the work conference up in Boston.”
He shrugs. “Just a thought, kiddo.”
You roll your eyes, but it is a nice offer, going back to sleep in your old bed, take your mom’s dog out for a walk, maybe drop in and see if any of your old friend also had the time to go back to Pittsburgh.
“I’ll text you if I decide to drive up,” you tell Robby, not really committing because then it would be like he’s won. But you at least do have his number, even if you’ve only ever sent him two things. It’s not like you know the guy your mom met and married when you were off at college.
I’ll drive up Thursday night you text him on Wednesday.
He sends back a thumbs up– like a fucking dork– and then reminds you that you shouldn’t have to worry too much about packing, your closet is still pretty full.
What he does not mention is that when you reply back with a thumbs up, he takes a garbage bag in to your old closet and shoves everything aside from the skimpiest things into the bag and hides it in his own closet.
⊹ ⊹
You drive in straight after work on Thursday, and show up at the house when it’s full dark out and you let yourself in. The light to your mom and Robby’s room is still on, but you slip into your own room and frown when you look in your dresser drawer for pajamas
The sweater from sports in high school, the holiday pj pants your mom had gotten you in college as a joke– all gone. You shrug and just strip down to your underwear and call that a tomorrow problem so you can just knock the fuck out after a long day.
In the morning, the closet is bare, too– the t-shirts you’d accumulated in college for random clubs and the knee-length cargo shorts you’d gotten from goodwill have disappeared. All that’s left is the daisy dukes that show your whole ass that your mother hates and lacy bras that are a size too small and the ribbed tank tops that cling to every curve.
You get dressed in that anyways and head downstairs, lured by the scent of pancakes. You pout when you go downstairs to find Robby in the kitchen in a bathrobe. He at least looks comfy.
“What’s wrong, kiddo?” He asks when he glances over his shoulder and sees your face.
“Most of my clothes are gone.”
He looks up like he’s thinking hard. “I think your mom might have cleaned some out to donate? Sorry, I should have double checked.”
He watches you carefully as you move around the house that morning– bending down to refill the dog’s water dish, which gives him a straight view of your cleavage in that top– and then again to to pick up his bone to throw it, which shows your ass cheeks that are practically hanging out of the ripped denim.
He curses under his breath when he gets the call that he has to go in– not surprising, given the holiday, but still– and you offer him a hug when he comes out of his room dressed in scrubs.
“Thanks, sweetie,” he says, and wraps his arms around you tighter than he ought to for just a polite good-bye. Honestly, you might have just forgotten that your mother isn’t here and that you’re not obligated to do this, but he’ll take it.
You’re asleep– in your underwear again, since it’s not like the skimpy shorts will do much of anything– by the time he gets home. Your door is cracked open so that the dog can come in and out if he wants, and he figures that it won’t do any harm the push the door open just a little further to get a glimpse of you in the sliver of light from the hallway.
Robby doesn’t see your eyes open just a little, he’s too wrapped up in looking at the rest of you and trying not to groan aloud.
⊹ ⊹
The next day you’re up first, and you return the favor of cooking, so you turn and smile at him when he comes in bleary-eyed in his robe again.
“Good shift?” You ask, and pretend not to notice how his eyes sweep down you and realize that today you’d forgone the too-tight bra. You’d skipped any bra. In the cropped, undersized concert t-shirt he can see your nipples right through the fabric.
He nods, not trusting his voice for a second. “Slammed, but fine enough. I’m on call again, though. Sorry if I’m not very exciting company.”
You turn back to the eggs you were cooking. “I was here to relax, really. And nobody else in town is here, so I’m getting plenty of that done.”
After breakfast, he offers to clean up so you’re about to head out to the couch to read a book with the dog curled on your lap, but you turn back to say one last thing.
“I’m glad I came,” you tell him. “You’re still good company.”
Honestly, it’s the most time the two of you have ever spent alone, so he just watches you walk off without really knowing how to answer you. At least it’s a nice view, your shorts riding up again.
He doesn’t have to go to work, thankfully, so you have a quiet day together in a way that drives him mad. It’s a hell of his own making, but he wonders if he made the right choice when it seems like you are actively showing off.
The two of you pick a movie to watch, and then you keep getting up, shuffling past him between the couch and the coffee table so that you don’t bother the dog where he’s sleeping on the other side.
You wince when the movie is over, and say that you must have slept wrong, and you ask if he knows how to make a muscle chill out. Robby tries to say massage calmly, nonchalantly, but you then sit closer to him and turn your back so that he can help you out.
When that’s done, and you sigh like a giant weight is off your chest, he shoves himself to his feet and heads off to his room.
That night, he thinks it’s over, and he vows to put your clothes back once you’re gone and not try this again, when you knock on his door.
“Come in,” he calls.
You walk in wearing an oversized t-shirt from your college– one that he knows he hadn’t left for you, and not something you could have just bought when you’d left for a little while in the afternoon.
“I’ll be heading out in the morning,” you say, and wait to see if he’ll say anything. You could have been wearing this the whole time, and he’s definitely figuring that out.
He nods. “Drive safe, then.”
You pout again and step into the room. “Not gonna call my outfit pretty? You really ought to learn how to flirt.” Even with both of your outfits, he’d never commented on them. It had driven you up the wall, that he would stare but wouldn’t say anything.
If he wasn’t going to make a move, then you will.
“I… thought you didn’t bring anything.”
“No, you said I shouldn’t. But I packed. I just saw your game and you know what?” You walk closer to him, and it’s a victory that he takes off his readers and sets his book aside as you do. That you’re so mesmerizing that he is going to watch you now, especially since you’re practically giving him permission.
“What, kiddo?” Robby asks. Doesn’t even deny that he’d been playing some game.
“I was down to play.” You put one knee up onto the bed to crawl closer to him, and he makes a sound that you’ll hold onto for a long time when he sees that you’re not wearing any underwear beneath the shirt.
content: NSFW/mdni ⊹ implied smut ⊹ age gap (reader is 20s, Robby is canon age) ⊹ stepcest
1.4k words
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You find out only a few days before the three day weekend that all of your friends are either leaving town or are going to be ridiculously busy. You’d figured that you’d drop by someone’s house, maybe figure out who was throwing a bbq, or at least watch some movies with your roommates and bake something.
But no– everyone is going to visit college friends, or else they’re working extra to make holiday pay.
You grumble about it when you’re on facetime with your mom, and behind her in the kitchen her new husband cocks his head.
“You could come here,” Robby offers.
Your mom scoffs. “I’m headed out of town too, there’s the work conference up in Boston.”
He shrugs. “Just a thought, kiddo.”
You roll your eyes, but it is a nice offer, going back to sleep in your old bed, take your mom’s dog out for a walk, maybe drop in and see if any of your old friend also had the time to go back to Pittsburgh.
“I’ll text you if I decide to drive up,” you tell Robby, not really committing because then it would be like he’s won. But you at least do have his number, even if you’ve only ever sent him two things. It’s not like you know the guy your mom met and married when you were off at college.
I’ll drive up Thursday night you text him on Wednesday.
He sends back a thumbs up– like a fucking dork– and then reminds you that you shouldn’t have to worry too much about packing, your closet is still pretty full.
What he does not mention is that when you reply back with a thumbs up, he takes a garbage bag in to your old closet and shoves everything aside from the skimpiest things into the bag and hides it in his own closet.
⊹ ⊹
You drive in straight after work on Thursday, and show up at the house when it’s full dark out and you let yourself in. The light to your mom and Robby’s room is still on, but you slip into your own room and frown when you look in your dresser drawer for pajamas
The sweater from sports in high school, the holiday pj pants your mom had gotten you in college as a joke– all gone. You shrug and just strip down to your underwear and call that a tomorrow problem so you can just knock the fuck out after a long day.
In the morning, the closet is bare, too– the t-shirts you’d accumulated in college for random clubs and the knee-length cargo shorts you’d gotten from goodwill have disappeared. All that’s left is the daisy dukes that show your whole ass that your mother hates and lacy bras that are a size too small and the ribbed tank tops that cling to every curve.
You get dressed in that anyways and head downstairs, lured by the scent of pancakes. You pout when you go downstairs to find Robby in the kitchen in a bathrobe. He at least looks comfy.
“What’s wrong, kiddo?” He asks when he glances over his shoulder and sees your face.
“Most of my clothes are gone.”
He looks up like he’s thinking hard. “I think your mom might have cleaned some out to donate? Sorry, I should have double checked.”
He watches you carefully as you move around the house that morning– bending down to refill the dog’s water dish, which gives him a straight view of your cleavage in that top– and then again to to pick up his bone to throw it, which shows your ass cheeks that are practically hanging out of the ripped denim.
He curses under his breath when he gets the call that he has to go in– not surprising, given the holiday, but still– and you offer him a hug when he comes out of his room dressed in scrubs.
“Thanks, sweetie,” he says, and wraps his arms around you tighter than he ought to for just a polite good-bye. Honestly, you might have just forgotten that your mother isn’t here and that you’re not obligated to do this, but he’ll take it.
You’re asleep– in your underwear again, since it’s not like the skimpy shorts will do much of anything– by the time he gets home. Your door is cracked open so that the dog can come in and out if he wants, and he figures that it won’t do any harm the push the door open just a little further to get a glimpse of you in the sliver of light from the hallway.
Robby doesn’t see your eyes open just a little, he’s too wrapped up in looking at the rest of you and trying not to groan aloud.
⊹ ⊹
The next day you’re up first, and you return the favor of cooking, so you turn and smile at him when he comes in bleary-eyed in his robe again.
“Good shift?” You ask, and pretend not to notice how his eyes sweep down you and realize that today you’d forgone the too-tight bra. You’d skipped any bra. In the cropped, undersized concert t-shirt he can see your nipples right through the fabric.
He nods, not trusting his voice for a second. “Slammed, but fine enough. I’m on call again, though. Sorry if I’m not very exciting company.”
You turn back to the eggs you were cooking. “I was here to relax, really. And nobody else in town is here, so I’m getting plenty of that done.”
After breakfast, he offers to clean up so you’re about to head out to the couch to read a book with the dog curled on your lap, but you turn back to say one last thing.
“I’m glad I came,” you tell him. “You’re still good company.”
Honestly, it’s the most time the two of you have ever spent alone, so he just watches you walk off without really knowing how to answer you. At least it’s a nice view, your shorts riding up again.
He doesn’t have to go to work, thankfully, so you have a quiet day together in a way that drives him mad. It’s a hell of his own making, but he wonders if he made the right choice when it seems like you are actively showing off.
The two of you pick a movie to watch, and then you keep getting up, shuffling past him between the couch and the coffee table so that you don’t bother the dog where he’s sleeping on the other side.
You wince when the movie is over, and say that you must have slept wrong, and you ask if he knows how to make a muscle chill out. Robby tries to say massage calmly, nonchalantly, but you then sit closer to him and turn your back so that he can help you out.
When that’s done, and you sigh like a giant weight is off your chest, he shoves himself to his feet and heads off to his room.
That night, he thinks it’s over, and he vows to put your clothes back once you’re gone and not try this again, when you knock on his door.
“Come in,” he calls.
You walk in wearing an oversized t-shirt from your college– one that he knows he hadn’t left for you, and not something you could have just bought when you’d left for a little while in the afternoon.
“I’ll be heading out in the morning,” you say, and wait to see if he’ll say anything. You could have been wearing this the whole time, and he’s definitely figuring that out.
He nods. “Drive safe, then.”
You pout again and step into the room. “Not gonna call my outfit pretty? You really ought to learn how to flirt.” Even with both of your outfits, he’d never commented on them. It had driven you up the wall, that he would stare but wouldn’t say anything.
If he wasn’t going to make a move, then you will.
“I… thought you didn’t bring anything.”
“No, you said I shouldn’t. But I packed. I just saw your game and you know what?” You walk closer to him, and it’s a victory that he takes off his readers and sets his book aside as you do. That you’re so mesmerizing that he is going to watch you now, especially since you’re practically giving him permission.
“What, kiddo?” Robby asks. Doesn’t even deny that he’d been playing some game.
“I was down to play.” You put one knee up onto the bed to crawl closer to him, and he makes a sound that you’ll hold onto for a long time when he sees that you’re not wearing any underwear beneath the shirt.
gill this is lowkey an insane thought but I’m thinking about cnc with toxic robby… reader wants to go out with her friends or something but robby being so controlling ofc doesn’t want her to go. they’re fighting about it or whatever so robby fucks her and gets her all soft and subby and pliant so she can’t leave or fight him🫣 omg sorry if this is too crazy
18+ mdni major cnc, major toxic!robby, controlling dynamics!! oh em gee.....this is crazy and toxic and i love it.....
hngggh it starts as hate sex while you guys are arguing... "I don't want you getting sloppy at a shitty club with a bunch of twenty-somethings." "I'm a twenty-something! I'm allowed to have fun!"
you expect it to stay rough and rushed, for him to be grabbing you and holding you still and taking what he wants with no regard for your pleasure.... but instead he fucks you just the way you like and has his hand between your thighs playing with your clit right away... he's still talking mean, his voice all angry and condescending as he grits out "You think you can just run around and do whatever you want?" "Are you starting to forget who's in charge around here? Huh?".. but at the same time he's very meticulously making you feel so good
you quickly cum on his cock but are still giving him pushback.... and then he really surprises you by pulling out, moving downwards, and licking a fat stripe up your wet slit. your hips jerk away since you're still so sensitive but he plants both arms across your middle and holds you down tight. you can't help but gape at him "What are you doing?"
and he just ignores you and eats your pussy like it's his job... grumbles occasionally against your mound "c'mon, where's my good girl" "don't fuckin' move. behave for me." while he does it.... he has you cumming in about 5 minutes
he sees the shift in you afterwards. He crawls back up your body as your chest is heaving on your come-down, and you're gazing up at him with blown pupils and heavy eyelids. He cups your cheek and strokes your balmy skin with his thumb, keeps his face stoic but his voice soft and asks "You wanna make daddy happy, honey?" n he finally lets himself smirk when you immediately nod. his thumb moves towards your mouth and pulls down your lower lip before slipping inside "Yeah. That's right. Gonna stay right here aren't you?" You give him another nod. "Attagirl. Love it when you fuckin' listen."
thinking about : secretly!in a relationship with robby
Paining : Robinavitch Michael x f!reader ( attending )
18+ mdni | CW: (blurb) 0.6 Wc turns out it’s not a secret • love having the group discussion come up together with reader • Gloria is mentioned
dvs by @strangergraphics
you’re seeing him, aren’t you? Trinity asked you… I mean, you don’t even see it, do you? he brought you your favorite coffee this morning like he has every morning for the past few weeks, he waits for you in the parking lot when your shift ends just so the two of you can walk home together, and to top it all off she looks at you—really looks at you—he even pulls you off cases you were on, puts you near him just so he can be close to you.
Someone keeping tabs on me? you murmur, coffee lifted halfway to your lips, you can smell the French vanilla , as you take a slow sip.
“It’s not like that,” Trinity says quickly. “I’m just curious.”
“More like observing,” you reply, eyes flicking over the rim of your cup before you look at her.
to be honest, you say, I don’t know what we are… he doesn’t do the whole relationship thing, you add softly…
abbot comes slides his bag under the desk. “who doesn’t do relationships?” robby? trinity says before you can say anything. “oh—i’m not touching that one,” he says. “why are we talking about it anyways?” abbot asks.
she looks at you, then looks at abbot. “they’re together.”
abbot looks at you. “really, kid?”
let’s get back to work, Gloria says as she comes up, already in motion. “where’s Robby?” she asks, eyes landing on Dana. “trauma two,” Dana answers without looking up.
“this can’t be good,” Abbot mutters under his breath. “great,” you say, barely above a whisper. “what?” Trin turns toward you. “he’ll be crabby the rest of shift,” Dana says, like it’s obvious—and she knows exactly what you mean.
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author’s note: jumping on the chubby robby bandwagon because i love me a man that can eat and look good filled out 😩
cw: mild nsfw content, subby robby, chubby robby, kinda dom reader, fem reader, please let me at this man holy god
robby had been gaining weight recently- his pants fitting tighter around his waist, his chest becoming softer under the forest of hair that rested there. and you couldn’t have been any happier.
you were so excited that he was filling out, it meant he was eating, he was healthy, he was doing better. most of this was your doing, extra portions shoved onto his plate at dinner time, distracting him in the morning from joining jack at the gym, and of course- stress snacking.
(he always says he’s gonna stop snacking but oh no you just restocked the pantry with his favorite snack cakes and chips whatever shall he do~)
now he laid on his back in his california king, bare back against the plush pillows, you perched up against his softness, hands caressing his sides that spilled over his now tight fitting sleep pants.
“look at you, so handsome, mikey. and all mine.”
he whimpered as your hands moved to card through the hair on his chest, back arching against your touch, pupils blown wide. he could feel your bare pussy sliding against his stomach, coarse hair sat flat with the sticky residue of your arousal, his chest heaving with each breath as his cock pressed harshly against the cotton fabric, a large dark spot leaked through where the head pressed against his thigh.
the bite of the lace soft pink babydoll nightie brushing against the trail that was left behind, the dual sensation sending shocks straight to his brain and his cock.
“so handsome. all full, your tummy all soft, your thighs plump, and your ass too, i love it.”
robby’s hips bucked up at the praise, his head thrown to the side, his eyes shut and face flushed all the way down to his chest- a pretty dark red that accentuated the dark purple marks that littered down his neck.
“ah ah, eyes on me, pretty boy. don’t hide, wanna see you.”
your fingers hooked under his chin, gently bringing his head back to face you, his big brown eyes glazed over as they bore into yours, his lips swollen from either your kisses or from biting down on them.
he wasn’t used to being taken care of, especially from his recent weight gain, but now, he doesn’t think he could get enough of your sweet words, plus the way your body reacted to his sent his mind reeling into euphoric bliss.
and although it’s over, i’ll always be there: two/?
pairing: baran al-hashimi x ex wife!reader
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baran had made many mistakes in her life, of course she’s learned from those mistakes and moved on. but she couldn’t seem to move on from you, from breaking your heart. everyday she hates herself for letting you go, for letting her kids go. she felt like she failed.
the nights when she would come home late, too tired to give the kids a kiss goodnight or letting her wife know she was home. thats when the arguments would start, it would start slowly, a low conversation that would later turn into a screaming match.
“baran, i haven’t seen you in all day! it’s like this house is a fucking motel to you. you sleep, you eat and you go right back to work.” you scream at her. baran sighs, hand running through her hair. “i told you! the hospital is low on staff.” you let out a laugh that sounded like a huff. “you expect me to believe that, baran?” you tell her.
“you’re never home. i have no one to help me with the kids!-“ baran cuts you off. “that’s why we moved here! so my parents could help you.” baran says, her voice rough. “no! no, you moved us here because you’re selfish and because you thought about yourself.” baran takes off her jacket. “i don’t wanna do this tonight. i’m going to bed.” baran says before walking away into the bedroom.
she hates herself for it. for not helping when you needed it, for being so addicted to working and trying to be perfect.
now she pays the price, she lost you.
“hey, doc. leavin’ early?” a voice snaps her out of it. “oh. yeah. it’s arman’s baseball game today. i promised him i would go see him play.” baran tells the charge nurse, she continues to put her stuff in her bag. “tell him i said goodluck.” baran smiles and nods, “i will. see you tomorrow.” dana gives baran a reassuring nod and smile. “see ya!”
baran walks towards the field where all the parents are anxiously watching their kids play. she spots you and zahra, zahra too busy drawing in her coloring book to notice her and you looking ahead, watching arman warm up with his teammates.
you looked beautiful, hair down, curled with a baseball cap on. a white top with baggy jeans that fitted you well. baran smiles, she misses you but won’t say it out loud. so she uses her kids as an excuse to see you, it might sound fucked up but seeing you just for a second brightens her day even if you roll your eyes at her or give her attitude (it just makes her want you more). it makes her heart skip a beat.
“maman!” the four year old yells, excitedly after she spots her. baran smiles and opens her arms to hug the little girl. “hi, eshgham!” the little girls hugs baran. “have you been listening to mommy?” baran teases. zahra blushes, “yes!” baran knew that was a lie. she remembers last night when you told her that zahra was throwing a tantrum because she didn’t want to leave her parents house.
“yeah, okay.” baran says, pulls away from the hug and hold her hand. “mommy, maman is here!” the little girl yells, excitedly. you look up to see zahra pulling baran towards you, you fight back an eyeroll. you promised yourself you wouldn’t be a bitch to baran in front of the kids, as much as you hated baran, you didn’t want your kids growing up with parents who always fought.
“hi, baran.” you give her a small smile. she smiles big, almost like she knows that her smile is gonna irritate the fuck out of you. “hi azizam.” she sits on the bench next to you. “maman! is mama jan and baba jan coming?!” the girl asks. “not today, eshgham.” baran tells zahra who now is pouting. baran grabs zahra and pulls her onto her lap. “next time they’ll come, okay?” zahra sadly nods.
“look what i brought you though.” you hear baran. you already knew where this was going. she pulls out a bag of candy from her longchamp bag that you got her when she started working at ptmc. zahra gasps loudly. “baran, no. you know she can’t have candy.” you tell her.
baran rolls her eyes, “come on azizam. it’s only a little bit of candy.” it wasn’t a little bit of candy. it a whole fucking bag of it. “..you know the divorce is a lot on them.” baran whispers. she often did that, try to gaslight you to giving the kids stuff and it worked almost everytime.
“fine. just one.” zahra squeals and baran smiles. that’s what baran loved to see, she loved spoiling the kids just so that they could smile. (they had your smile.)
it was the fifth inning, arman was left outfield and the team that they were up against was playing badly which meant you weren’t really into the game. zahra was in her own world, singing while drawing. baran was watching the game while also keeping an eye on zahra since she wondered off sometimes if no one was is paying attention to her. “so.. arman was telling me that you’re going through a divorce?” baran heard someone say. she turns her head behind her to see you and a lady that looked about your age.
she knows that lady, she was a mom to one of the little boys that is currently on third base. her son and arman were close, they often hung out at your house or had a sleepover, playing video games or making blanket forts. “oh. yes. i didn’t know arman told you about that.” she heard you say.
“you know.. if you need anything, i mean anything. you let me know, okay?” the lady smiled, you nodded with a toothless smile. “yes. thank you.” baran gets up and walked towards the both of you. “actually, some of the moms and me are going out for drinks later tonight. would you like to join?” the lady asked.
“oh! thank you but i take zahra to art classes in the morning and i don’t wanna wake with a headache tomorrow.” you tell the lady that’s in front of you. the lady nods giving an understanding look. “no worries. maybe next time?” you nod. “yes.” is all you say before the lady’s son comes up asking for water. “mom duties.” the lady jokes and walks away.
“that was interesting to see.” baran says, startling you. you roll your eyes, “you’re so annoying baran.” you tell her. “so… are you guys gonna out for drinks later tonight?” she asks. she stands next to you watching arman warm up, he was up next to bat. baran has been so focused on you that she didn’t even notice the team that they were playing against were out. “why do you care, baran?” you ask her, your voice flat.
“i don’t.”
a/n: hello! sorry i haven’t updated, it’s the week before graduation so my week has been hectic lol i wrote super fast so some stuff is probably not written right. i’m too tired to correct some of it but i will fix it! also for context about the argument part. reader is talking about how baran is a workaholic and that basically fucked up their relationship.
and although it’s over, i’ll always be there: two/?
pairing: baran al-hashimi x ex wife!reader
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baran had made many mistakes in her life, of course she’s learned from those mistakes and moved on. but she couldn’t seem to move on from you, from breaking your heart. everyday she hates herself for letting you go, for letting her kids go. she felt like she failed.
the nights when she would come home late, too tired to give the kids a kiss goodnight or letting her wife know she was home. thats when the arguments would start, it would start slowly, a low conversation that would later turn into a screaming match.
“baran, i haven’t seen you in all day! it’s like this house is a fucking motel to you. you sleep, you eat and you go right back to work.” you scream at her. baran sighs, hand running through her hair. “i told you! the hospital is low on staff.” you let out a laugh that sounded like a huff. “you expect me to believe that, baran?” you tell her.
“you’re never home. i have no one to help me with the kids!-“ baran cuts you off. “that’s why we moved here! so my parents could help you.” baran says, her voice rough. “no! no, you moved us here because you’re selfish and because you thought about yourself.” baran takes off her jacket. “i don’t wanna do this tonight. i’m going to bed.” baran says before walking away into the bedroom.
she hates herself for it. for not helping when you needed it, for being so addicted to working and trying to be perfect.
now she pays the price, she lost you.
“hey, doc. leavin’ early?” a voice snaps her out of it. “oh. yeah. it’s arman’s baseball game today. i promised him i would go see him play.” baran tells the charge nurse, she continues to put her stuff in her bag. “tell him i said goodluck.” baran smiles and nods, “i will. see you tomorrow.” dana gives baran a reassuring nod and smile. “see ya!”
baran walks towards the field where all the parents are anxiously watching their kids play. she spots you and zahra, zahra too busy drawing in her coloring book to notice her and you looking ahead, watching arman warm up with his teammates.
you looked beautiful, hair down, curled with a baseball cap on. a white top with baggy jeans that fitted you well. baran smiles, she misses you but won’t say it out loud. so she uses her kids as an excuse to see you, it might sound fucked up but seeing you just for a second brightens her day even if you roll your eyes at her or give her attitude (it just makes her want you more). it makes her heart skip a beat.
“maman!” the four year old yells, excitedly after she spots her. baran smiles and opens her arms to hug the little girl. “hi, eshgham!” the little girls hugs baran. “have you been listening to mommy?” baran teases. zahra blushes, “yes!” baran knew that was a lie. she remembers last night when you told her that zahra was throwing a tantrum because she didn’t want to leave her parents house.
“yeah, okay.” baran says, pulls away from the hug and hold her hand. “mommy, maman is here!” the little girl yells, excitedly. you look up to see zahra pulling baran towards you, you fight back an eyeroll. you promised yourself you wouldn’t be a bitch to baran in front of the kids, as much as you hated baran, you didn’t want your kids growing up with parents who always fought.
“hi, baran.” you give her a small smile. she smiles big, almost like she knows that her smile is gonna irritate the fuck out of you. “hi azizam.” she sits on the bench next to you. “maman! is mama jan and baba jan coming?!” the girl asks. “not today, eshgham.” baran tells zahra who now is pouting. baran grabs zahra and pulls her onto her lap. “next time they’ll come, okay?” zahra sadly nods.
“look what i brought you though.” you hear baran. you already knew where this was going. she pulls out a bag of candy from her longchamp bag that you got her when she started working at ptmc. zahra gasps loudly. “baran, no. you know she can’t have candy.” you tell her.
baran rolls her eyes, “come on azizam. it’s only a little bit of candy.” it wasn’t a little bit of candy. it a whole fucking bag of it. “..you know the divorce is a lot on them.” baran whispers. she often did that, try to gaslight you to giving the kids stuff and it worked almost everytime.
“fine. just one.” zahra squeals and baran smiles. that’s what baran loved to see, she loved spoiling the kids just so that they could smile. (they had your smile.)
it was the fifth inning, arman was left outfield and the team that they were up against was playing badly which meant you weren’t really into the game. zahra was in her own world, singing while drawing. baran was watching the game while also keeping an eye on zahra since she wondered off sometimes if no one was is paying attention to her. “so.. arman was telling me that you’re going through a divorce?” baran heard someone say. she turns her head behind her to see you and a lady that looked about your age.
she knows that lady, she was a mom to one of the little boys that is currently on third base. her son and arman were close, they often hung out at your house or had a sleepover, playing video games or making blanket forts. “oh. yes. i didn’t know arman told you about that.” she heard you say.
“you know.. if you need anything, i mean anything. you let me know, okay?” the lady smiled, you nodded with a toothless smile. “yes. thank you.” baran gets up and walked towards the both of you. “actually, some of the moms and me are going out for drinks later tonight. would you like to join?” the lady asked.
“oh! thank you but i take zahra to art classes in the morning and i don’t wanna wake with a headache tomorrow.” you tell the lady that’s in front of you. the lady nods giving an understanding look. “no worries. maybe next time?” you nod. “yes.” is all you say before the lady’s son comes up asking for water. “mom duties.” the lady jokes and walks away.
“that was interesting to see.” baran says, startling you. you roll your eyes, “you’re so annoying baran.” you tell her. “so… are you guys gonna out for drinks later tonight?” she asks. she stands next to you watching arman warm up, he was up next to bat. baran has been so focused on you that she didn’t even notice the team that they were playing against were out. “why do you care, baran?” you ask her, your voice flat.
“i don’t.”
a/n: hello! sorry i haven’t updated, it’s the week before graduation so my week has been hectic lol i wrote super fast so some stuff is probably not written right. i’m too tired to correct some of it but i will fix it! also for context about the argument part. reader is talking about how baran is a workaholic and that basically fucked up their relationship.
you sigh, scrolling on your phone. it wasn’t anything special. if anything, it was sad. it was of sad puppies—to keep you from orgasming. “feel good yet?” robby whines out with glossy eyes, his cock straining against his boxers begging to be released. you flick your attention down to him.
“was i moaning? no. try harder,” you bite out, focusing back on your phone, “fucking pathetic.” you bite your lip to stop a moan from coming out as robby whimpers against your clit. you stare intensely at your phone, the sad puppies pulling at your heartstrings.
you yelp unexpectedly as robby bites on your clit lightly. you look down at him and see him rutting against the bed. you scowl, reaching down and threading your fingers through his hair before yanking his head up. “you can’t do anything right. lay down on the bed, im sitting on your face to make sure you don’t do anything you aren’t supposed to be doing.”
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Jack Abbot has been eyeing you since you arrived at PTMC over a year ago.
CW: Smut, Minors DNI, All my reader fics are fem-presenting
The bar was moderately packed, but almost too loud. After the Pitt officially raised its patient satisfaction rating, the residents and nurses quickly planned an outing. It was his day off, so Robby had called him in to celebrate after making him promise that he had invited other people who were off that day. Robby didn’t need to be told who he was really hoping would show up.
Inevitably, the senior residents and attending doctors let the interns and newer residents have their fun. What Jack didn’t expect was how jarring it would be to see you in street clothes, dolled up for a night out. Everyone had agreed to dress a little better since the bar was new and still had that new-bar smell. It had all the trappings of an Irish pub, but with more TVs and a chalkboard with that month's IPAs and other hipster drinks.
“I’m going to hell,” Jack mumbled before throwing back the rest of his drink. You’d gone to the bar for another round. His eyes were on you every step of the way, tracing your curves and wondering how it would feel to bury his hand in your hair.
“You’re gonna start drooling in a second,” Robby smirked at his friend.
Jack raised a brow, “How’s Heather been? Talked with her since she went back home?”
The bearded attending physician raised his hands, “I know. I’m one to talk. But she’s a lot closer to the others than Heather was with anyone when she was still here. Plus, I know you. You can be kind of intense.”
“Intense?”
“I’m not saying she won’t be able to deal with that. I’ve seen her stand up to you during a patient eval. She’s just as intense as you are. Heather and I were messy when deeper feelings weren’t even involved.” He sighed, sipping his beer.
“Who said anything about deeper feelings?” Jack scoffed. His eyes were on you again as you maneuvered around the tables with a few more beers in hand. You met his eyes and smiled at him.
“You don’t half-ass things, Jack. You’re a bomb ready to go off, and she’s a blaze. I’d be skeptical that either of you will come out of this unscathed.” Robby said thoughtfully.
“Your faith in her and me leaves something to be desired, Robby. We’re both adults. She’s technically still day shift, even though she consistently covers nights when she can. Let me ogle in peace.” Jack rolled his eyes and ended the conversation as you reached the table again.
Aside from a few meaningful glances over the next couple of hours, Robby kept his mouth shut. Not that Jack noticed. You and he had been debating various medical journals and research studies animatedly as if you were in a little bubble of your own. It was the longest the two of you had carried on since you’d joined the PTMC nearly a year ago. Robby just sighed and wished you and Jack a good night before he left.
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“Come on, I’ll give you a ride home. I can’t let you take an Uber. It’s 2 am,” Jack insisted as you exited the bar together.
“I am perfectly capable of getting home on my own, Abbot.” You scoffed, already pulling your phone out, and flicked open the app.
Jack’s large hand wrapped around your screen, swiftly lifting it out of your reach. You gripped his arm, jumping to reach, but you were still too short. Jack laughed, catching your waist as you fell into him. He tried not to think too hard about how good your body felt against his.
“Give it back!”
“Let me take you home, sweetheart,” he said, looking down at you, not realizing he had pulled you in close. Suddenly, his face blanched, and he took a step back. “Shit! I didn’t mean it like it sounded. I just meant I can take you–in my truck–to your place.”
You paused, letting the moment sit while his ears grew more pink. You shrugged a shoulder. “Pity. Oh well, come on then.”
Jack’s mind short-circuited. By the time he was moving again, you’d crossed the parking lot to his truck in the far corner. You disappeared around the passenger's side, against the side of the building. He jogged after you, rounding the corner of the truck to find you leaning against the passenger door in the shadow of the wall.
He glanced once over his shoulder. They were some of the last ones in the group to leave the bar, and he’d parked so far out that no one would bother them.
“What did you mean by that?” He asked cautiously.
“You know what I meant,” you said with a smirk on your lips.
Jack took a step forward. “You want me to take you home?”
You took a step toward him. “Yes. Your home.”
The last part was a tease. He knew that. That didn’t stop him from finally stepping into your personal space, his intense gaze meeting your amused eyes. “No one can know.”
“I can be discreet. But the risk is part of the fun, isn’t it, sir?” The smile that spread across your face held so many filthy promises that Jack let out a groan before wrapping a hand around the back of your neck. Your lips crashed together, slotting against each other so perfectly that, rather than sinking into it, you dove in deep. Looping your arms around his shoulders, you pressed up close to him, thrusting your tongue into his mouth. He tasted of the whiskey he’d been drinking.
Jack pinned you between himself and the truck. With you securely pressed between his firm body and the car, his hands roamed. Down to the hem of your skirt, skimming the warm skin of your thigh. Up to the curve of your chest and the hard contour of a wire bra. Finally breaking for air, you looked at each other, breathing the same air, so close you could see his eyes dilate as you pressed your hips to his. He was hard against your hip.
You dragged your hands down from his shoulders to his stomach. The cotton of his shirt did nothing to minimize the tantalizing scratch of your nails across his pecs. He hissed before burying his hand in your hair, tilting your head, and trailing kisses from your shoulder up to your jaw, sucking and nipping. Every soft moan and whimper that came out of your mouth made his cock twitch.
“You always smell so fucking good.” He groaned into your ear.
“Don’t think I’ve never noticed you stopping to smell my hair, Doctor Abbot.” You teased breathily. “I even know which of my perfumes you like best.”
You pulled him away from your neck, thumbing his lip as he lifted one of your legs over his hip. Slotted between your legs, he pressed himself tight to your core as you whispered, “I wore it tonight. Even put it on my ankles.”
That comment made him groan and lift your other leg around his hip, locking him in place. Your skirt was pushed up to your waist as he captured your lips between his again. His teeth grazed and tugged at your bottom lip, eliciting an obscene moan that made him smile. The tease of his tongue against yours gave you ideas of what it would feel like between your legs. Your thighs squeezed around him as arousal burned in your core.
“Ankles. You had plans tonight, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Jack was breathy, barely restraining himself from taking you right there.
“You know me, Jack. I live to plan ahead.” You pushed him back slightly. His hair was a mess, and his lips were pink from your kisses.
“Oh, it’s Jack now? I was starting to like you calling me ‘sir’ while you’re grinding against my cock like the good girl I know you are.” He hoped the obvious authority kink you had would make you flustered. But you bit your lip, looking like the cat that ate the canary.
“Focus on that for a little bit, Jack. If you’d come in wearing jeans, then I would have been so disappointed. I did this for you, after all.” You spoke calmly as you braced your hands on his shoulders, leaned against the truck, and dragged your core against the bulge in his dark chinos.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He looked down to see the growing damp spot on the front of his pants. More soaked than damp, actually. Realization bloomed on his face as he lifted the edge of your skirt that managed to cover you. “Jesus fuck–”
Your bare cunt was dragging against his pants, glistening and plush. You were wearing underwear, and he felt it when he grabbed your ass while lifting you up. But the gusset of your black lace panties was stitched open in the center.
“Oh, you want my cock so badly you made it easier for me to give it to you?” Jack chuckled in disbelief. To your surprise, he let you down to the ground and guided you to the passenger door.
“What–Jack–” you protested. He guided you with a firm hand and opened the door. Without asking, he took you by your hips and lifted you into the truck, legs dangling over the side of the seat rather than tucked forward.
“You have a choice to make,” Jack’s voice was like gravel; a starved and desperate look in his eyes. “You can wait until we get to my place to sit on my face until you cum, or you can spread your legs right here and let me get my first taste now.”
“First?”
“It definitely won’t be the last. So, my place or right here, right now?” You were surprised at the proposal, but, as he expected, you gave him the answer he wanted.
“Now, then, your place.” You pushed your legs wide and thanked whatever had possessed Jack to park his truck against a wall.
“Atta girl.” His eager smile was devastating as he gripped your hips and pulled you to the edge of the seat. The first swipe of his tongue had you gripping the handle above your head as you threw your head back.
“You’re so fucking wet and sweet for me. I’ve been wanting to get under this skirt all night.” He groaned against your pussy as he dragged his tongue up and down. His nose gliding across your wet curls as he sucked at your clit.
“Oh, my God!” You muffled your cries with your free hand.
Large hands gripped your ass, cupping you into an angle that let him delve his tongue into your entrance, the wet sounds loud and obscene as he devoured you. Jack held your hips down as you ground against his tongue. He knew he couldn’t prolong this. There was a large and soft bed waiting for him to fuck you into.
You bit your fist when he pushed two fingers into your eager pussy, curving them in perfectly. It only took three thrusts for him to find the spot that made you gasp and see stars. You gripped his greying curls, meeting his gaze as he pumped his thick fingers in and out while flicking his tongue across your swollen clit. The satisfaction and heat in his eyes seemed to grow stronger as you whimpered pathetically under his touch.
When your thighs began to tremble, Jack smiled, lapping at you eagerly as he pushed a third finger into you. You press your face against your forearm to muffle your obscene cries when your orgasm rips through you.
Your cunt was tight around his fingers as he pushed them in and out. The suction dragged against his knuckles, hurtling his mind to imagine that feeling on his cock. The vibration of his moan around your clit had you crying out. “Fuck, it's too much. Oh god!”
He pulled his face away and slid his fingers out, only to rapidly swipe them across your overstimulated clit and folds. “That’s it, baby. Make a mess for me.”
Jack knew he was wearing his ‘smug bastard’ face while watching you lose yourself under his touch. The surprise in your eyes and the silent ‘oh’ on your face had him kissing you deeply. Your taste on his tongue and lips as the wet sound intensified. You gushed as Jack roughly rubbed your pussy until he finally pulled his hand away.
His satisfied chuckle was deep and amused as he pulled back. You both looked down to find his hand dripping and the telltale splash of you having squirted.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Your face was feverish with mortification, but Jack kissed it away.
“No apologies for following directions, baby.”
Without pause, he was pulling open his passenger door and cleaning you up with some wet wipes and a clean towel from his gym bag. When you were sitting demurely in the passenger seat as Jack started the truck, you couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. The car didn’t move.
“Hey, look at me,” Jack whispered.
You lifted your head, and he could see your uncertainty. His hand was so much bigger than yours when he reached over and took it. “Your choice. I can take you to your place, or we can go to mine. No pressure. I’m happy you let me have all of that earlier. I won’t push you.”
He still wanted you to feel comfortable. Even when he hadn’t cum. You breathed slowly, then smiled at him.
“You tired old man?”
“I should be asking you that, young lady.” He finally backed out of the parking lot.
“I don’t know if your stamina is up to it, Doctor Abbott.” You teased.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Take me home and find out.”
He let out a loud laugh and shook his head. His hand was still clasping yours. He exuded self-confidence when he asked, “You ever cum five times in a row before?”
Your eyes widened.
“Before you say it. It’s possible. Always possible.”
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Rather than stumbling into his house and directly into his bedroom like you expected, he led you inside by the hand and offered you something to drink. Maybe you’d hooked up with too many ‘modern men’, but this change of pace was nice. Humanizing, even.
He asked you about your day and how your last year of residency was going as you sipped red wine. You slipped off your shoes and left them next to his bar top. You padded around his living room, asking him questions about pictures on the walls and books on shelves. You stopped in front of a family picture from when he graduated from medical school.
You felt him walk up behind you, looking at the picture over your shoulder. His voice was low. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me.” You leaned back into him as he wrapped a muscular arm around your waist.
“You telling me what to do, resident?” He nipped at your ear.
“Isn’t that your job, attending?” You teased back. He guided his nearly empty glass to your lips and gently urged you to finish it for him. There was something incredibly decadent about having this man wrapped around you, kissing your neck, and pouring excellent wine past your lips that made this feel surreal.
“Jack,” you breathed out his name softly. He abandoned the wineglass on the shelf.
“We can stop here,” he breathed, pulling away enough for you to turn around.
“What? Why?” You asked, turning in surprise. Your hands lay flat on his chest as you looked up at him.
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I’m one of your attending physicians. I’m quite a bit older than you, if you didn’t notice from my med school graduation year. I slowed down to give you a choice. I let myself get carried away earlier, and you deserve more than some parking lot hook-up.”
“Are you really giving me the ‘age gap’ talk right now? I would have gladly let you do whatever you wanted to me back there, and I was fully expecting to do a lot more once we got here. We’re adults, Jack. I’m not going to turn around and accuse you of quid pro quo. I’m sure everyone in the ED already knows that I’ve been dreaming about a host of inappropriate things I’d like to do to you.” You explained quickly. It was sweet that he was worried about influencing your choices.
The mild tension in his shoulders slackened as you slid your hands up and hooked your arms around his neck. His hands found your hips and teased the skin right where your blouse pulled up. “Forgive an old man for not wanting to seem like a complete lech.”
You smacked his arm, “Quit it with that ‘old man’ talk. You’re a silver fox, and you know it. Now are you going to school me on those 5 orgasms or am I going to have to find a new hookup at 3 in the morning?”
Jack growled possessively, “This is the thanks I get for being a gentleman.”
“Maybe I never wanted you to be gentle with me.” You said, stealing a kiss. But Jack cupped the back of your head, meeting your lips again. His mouth was hot on yours as he backed you up against the bookcase. “Someone likes to pin a girl down.”
A wicked smile lit up his face before he dipped his head and kissed and licked your collar. “I can’t have you slipping away when we have so much fun still planned.”
“Oh, I would love to see if any of my fantasies line up with yours.” You let your head fall back as Jack pressed his lips to your neck, sucking a mark into your skin. “Fuck, Jack. At least do it somewhere I can cover easily.”
“So as long as you can cover it up,” he pulled his head back, his voice coming out in a gravely hum, “I can leave as many marks as I want?”
You moaned softly in reply. He pinned your wrists above you with one hand and found the hem of your shirt with another. A whimper slipped from your lips when you felt his hot palm on your stomach, gliding upward and taking the shirt with it. Jack dropped your wrists so he could help you pull the blouse over your head, then let it fall to the floor.
You arched into him as one of his hands found the top of your skirt and skimmed the edge of it. Your blunt nails scratched trails up his shoulders and into the curls at the nape of his neck. His name fell from your lips in a breathy sigh when he slipped his hand into your skirt and gripped a palmful of your ass.
“You are so fucking soft,” he was breathless as he nuzzled your cheek. The movement felt adorably innocent in contrast with his other hand unhooking your bra. Jack pulled back to give himself room to admire your bare torso. Nimble hands unzipped your skirt, leaving it to fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. Seeing you bare except for the scrap of lace he knew didn’t cover you up completely made his desperation to sink into your body even more apparent. “You are a piece of art.”
His reverent tone, paired with the admiration in his eyes, made your cheeks heat up. No man had ever looked at you like this before. You reached for his belt loop and pulled him close again. It was your turn to suck at his lip and pull the sexiest sounds from his lips while your hands delved into his shirt and helped him pull it over his head.
You’d always known Jack was fit. But seeing his brawny chest bare before you was too tempting. You were less tentative than he was. Nipping and leaving your own marks on his collar and chest had him burying his hands in your hair, cradling you, but not directing. He was letting you have control, at least for now.
“Jesus,” Jack groaned as your hand wrapped around his length. You’d flicked his belt open and shoved your hand inside without warning.
“Do you get this hard when it’s your hand wrapped around you?”
A laugh like a bark burst from him. “Only when I’m thinking of you, sweetheart.”
His pre-cum painted your palm as you pumped your fist around his ample girth and modest length. You flicked your thumb over his frenulum and felt his hand tighten in your hair as a response.
“Come here,” he groaned as he guided your lips back to his. If possible, your kisses grew more passionate. More consuming. He tried to slip his hand between your thighs when you wrapped a small hand around his neck and pushed him back. Your other hand reached further down, cupping his balls.
“You’ve still got too many clothes on, Doctor.” You bit your lip as you made eye contact. In the room's dimness, his hazel eyes darkened to melted chocolate. The intensity of the shared eye contact grew as you trailed your hand down his body, and you dropped to your knees. Together, you pushed his pants down. His prosthetic didn’t bother you. You’d seen it before. It did remind you that a bed would be a much better location for what you had planned.
Jack’s brow furrowed when you stood, but eased when you took his hand. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before asking, “Bedroom?”
“Oh, um, down the hall. Last one on the right,” Jack had barely finished speaking when you started to drag him down the hall. He let you pull him along and then shoved him onto the bed, his legs dangling over the edge.
“You can take it off,” you urged him gently. You’d walked in on him in the break room once, taking his prosthetic off to change the sock underneath. You knelt before him and pressed a kiss to the side of his knee. “I promise I’ll still be just as wet and ready to suck on your cock when you’re done.”
Your brazen words had him chuckling, while his flagging cock surged to fullness again. Your eyes were attentive as he went through the process of removing his prosthetic. Jack couldn’t help but feel a blush rise on his cheeks as your eager eyes still showed off how much you wanted him. You’d stayed on the floor with your hand on his other thigh, with your eyes flitting from his leg to his cock and then back up to his face. Jack set his leg aside, next to his side table. Your hand was on his cock before he was fully seated.
“You’re unbearably attractive, you know that, right?” Your wide eyes showed only sincerity. Jack sank into the exquisite feel of your hands on him and your lips pressing kisses up his thighs. You nudge him to sit wider than you finally lick a line up his hard shaft, swirling it around the tip.
“Christ,” Jack moaned. “You can’t say shit like that and then take me so we-”
You bobbed your head forward and felt his cock slam into the back of your throat. You constricted your throat at the pull upward, then shoved your face down again. The strangled grunt of your name had your core flooding with need. Jack’s hands found your hair and held you still when you pulled up again.
“Fuck, baby. You can’t do that to a man out of nowhere,” Jack groaned, his cock glistening with your saliva and a drop of pre-cum welling at the tip. You tried to take him again, but his hold was firm. “Ah ah ah, if I let you keep that up, then I’ll be done for. So you be a good girl for me and get on the bed and spread your legs.”
His fingers glided through your mussed hair as you stood up. You pouted, then mumbled, “Yes, sir.”
That made him take your chin and pull you in for a quick, passionate kiss. Which was closely followed by a playful spank to your ass as you climbed onto the bed, sprawled out, and let your knees fall wide.
You admired Jack’s strong arms as he moved towards you. His muscles rippled and flexed. You wondered, for a moment, if he’d be interested in wrapping his hand around your throat, but you’d save that for a later date. Basking in his attention, you focused on his lips, trailing paths of fire up your body. He held your legs wide, gliding his fingers through the mess between your legs as his lips met yours.
Now that you were completely under his mercy, Jack teased you. He let you get lost in his passionate kiss, while his fingers drew lazy circles and stripes around your pussy.
“Please, Jack,” you begged as he teased your slit with the tips of two fingers.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” He breathed against your lips, “Tell me what you want.”
“M-more, please, I need more!” You rocked your hips against his hand and pulled at his waist. “Please, Jack, sir. I want you.”
Your faces were close as he spoke to you, intense eyes boring into your soul, keeping your attention as he pressed two fingers into your wet heat. He whispered in a low tone, just for you, “You want my fingers inside you, baby. You’re so wet for me. You’re always such a good girl at work. Always following directions and being a good example for all the other residents. I should have been a good attending and left you alone.”
Jack’s words ran through your mind as his fingers worked your pussy. His strong fingers angle up, putting pressure on your G-spot. You were already on the precipice, thighs shaking and hips rolling.
“Instead, here I am. Ready to make you cum for the second time tonight. Isn’t that right, resident?” A part of you hated the confidence he had in your authority kink.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be good.” You clenched around his fingers.
“Alright, sweetheart. Cum for your attending. Do as I say,” the rasp in his voice and the command in his tone sent you over the edge. Jack was relentless with the movement of his fingers, grinding the palm of his hand across your clit with each stroke. You clutched his forearm. Your vision went white as you curled and arched with each wave of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Jack, it’s too much!” The broken whine that slipped from your mouth was shushed affectionately as Jack finally pulled his hand away from between your legs.
Your curled toes and grasping hands relaxed as you melted into the bed like a blob of pleasurable glue.
“You alright, sweetheart?” Jack chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. The easy affection of it made your heart clench.
“Yes, sir,” came out as a long his that was cut off by a manic giggle.
“What’s so funny?” Jack asked as he reached for something in his bedside drawer. The foil of the condom caught the light right before he tore it open with his teeth, knelt on his good leg, and rolled it on.
“Trini was right,” you giggled as Jack joined you again, slotting himself on top of you and between your legs. His weight on you felt right as you rocked your hips to grind against his length.
“Right about what?” He mumbled out, his eyes closed in pleasure as his hard length rubbed up and down your slippery core.
“That you’d clocked my authority kink and would use it against me,” you smiled and hooked your hands around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
“Mmm,” Jack sucked on your lip, then pulled back. “You and Santos talk about me?”
“More like I talk about you while she reluctantly listens.”
“And you talk about how I would act during sex?”
“Kind of, but in this instance, she said you’d use it against me to pull overtime and doubles when you needed help on the night shift. If you’d called me a ‘good girl’ even once in the ED and then asked me to pull 3 doubles in a single week, I probably would have said yes.” You admitted, between soft mewls of impatience at the feel of Jack rubbing his tip up and down your slit.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” The conversation was forgotten when Jack latched his mouth around your nipple. You arched up, feeling the warmth of his hand as he flicked and teased the other.
“Please, Jack,” you whined and panted.
“Be a good girl and tell me exactly what you want,” he growled against your skin. You tried to move your hips to catch him as his tip slipped across your core, but he held you down. “You can do it. Tell your attending what you need. I’ll give it to you. Promise.”
“Fuck me, sir,” you finally cried out. You clutched at his strong back as he finally slid his cock between your wet folds, the girth stretching you slightly. He was the thickest you’d ever had. You’d never felt so filled.
“Oh fuck, oh you feel so good wrapped around me.” Jack lifted one of your legs and hooked it over his elbow, angling you wider so he could thrust deeper. “I can’t hold back. Pinch my side if it’s too much.”
He’d started slowly rocking into you. Pleasure exploded behind your eyelids at the realization that you’d dreamt of this. That you weren’t the only one who wanted this. His warm hand on your cheek pulled you back to the present.
“You have to answer me, sweetheart. I’m 2 seconds from pounding you into this bed, as if I hate you. If it’s too much, you have to pinch my side.” When you nodded enthusiastically, a wide grin spread across his face. “Fuck you’re amazing.”
His lips met yours again, at the same time as he started to earnestly thrust into you, hard and deep. You held on as words failed you. The only sound in the room was the cacophony of your moans and grunts with the obscene slap of skin on skin. When he shifted back and gripped you by the crook of your thigh and hip, he hit a new angle that had you tearing at the sheets. He was relentless. When you thought it was almost too much, his thumb found your clit, and you were hurtling into another orgasm.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Cum on my cock. Fuck, I’ve wanted to see you like this forever,” Jack groaned as you gripped him so tightly he thought for a moment the condom had slipped off. His pace didn’t falter as he hovered over you again, pushing your knees up and out.
“JACK!” you yelled. He swallows your cries and loses his rhythm as he fucks you through your orgasm and straight into his own.
“Yes, yes, baby, take it,” he groaned against your lips. You let him drop his weight on you for a few moments after, while you caught your breath. Eventually, he became too heavy, and you shoved him off. Despite his whining and clinging, he still played the gracious host, pressed a kiss to your temple before he took one of his crutches and swiftly walked to the bathroom.
By the time Jack came back, you’re barely awake. That doesn’t stop him from urging you to stand. “Baby, you have to go to the bathroom. It’s practically mandatory.”
“You’re not gonna give me a UTI,” you grumbled.
“That’s not how that works, and you know it,” Jack admonished you. He stayed outside the bathroom, listening to you do your business, wash your hands, and walk back out. He handed you a shirt and some clean boxers to wear. Jack has a thin pair of pants on but remains bare-chested, to your delight. While you changed, you could feel his eyes on you.
The air shifted. “Um, hey. I just realized I assumed you were staying the night. Which I have no problem with! I just want to make sure you don’t feel pressured just because we slept together.”
Jack actually looked nervous. You close the distance and hook your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body against his. “I’d like to stay if you’ll have me.”
You couldn’t help but admire the smile lines and the crow's feet that appeared at his delight.
“Good, because that was only 4, and I promised you 5.” He tugged you back to the bed. All you could do was laugh and jump back into bed.
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WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (MDNI) - prone bone position, female!reader, lowkey younger!reader (isn’t mentioned but i always imagine it is), established relationship isn’t mentioned but can be read either way
LYRIC: "but i bet we'd have really good bed chem"
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"jack you're too deep," you cry out. or at least you try to. because your tongue is pushed up against his. any noise you make gets muffled by the sounds of slurping and saliva between your mouth and his.
"i know baby, i know," he coos back. he tips your jaw upwards to keep the kiss going while fucking his cock slowly into your poor hole, hitting deep. his chest presses against your back with one arm hooked around your neck.
he holds your face so he can control the messy kiss, his other hand clutching your own, holding you while his cock sucks deeper into your velvety walls. your pussy devours his cock, milking him with those creamy walls and making each thrust feel like heaven. he keeps his thrusts short so that he doesn't have to pull back for too long. he hates not having his cock not fill you even for a moment and wants to stay deep.
the thick head of his cock presses firmly against your sweet spot, putting pressure on your insides. you claw pathetically at his arm, you're too full. but he doesn't give you space, instead he stays buried inside, keeping you stuffed to the hilt.
"you can take it sweetheart. come on, be good for me,"
he fucks you fast and rough, punishing thrusts as he forces you to take what he gives. he bullies his way into your pussy, thrusting and thrusting into you until you're slick and soaking all over his cock. he keeps you pinned beneath his weight, chest plastered to your back, using his body to keep your legs to keep you spread open. and when you move your hands behind you, trying to claw at his massive arms, he just lets out a chuckle.
“nah, you’re not getting away that easy,”
he moves to lock a forearm around your throat, his thick muscles squeezing as he presses down harder on you, suffocating you with the weight of his chest. your head is all fuzzy as your vision glazes over, eyes rolled back and seeing stars. he grunts rough and exhales hard, fucking you hard. in this position you are all helpless and at his mercy. a mix of pleasure and pain coil low in your stomach, your poor body aching over all attention he’s giving you. it’s too much. you're all overstimulated and sobbing, whining and drooling. jack rewards your compliance with a drag of his tongue over the side of your neck.
your voice cracks when you beg him to cum inside you, "please."
he responds not with words, but by slamming his cock so deep into your cervix as you moan low and pitiful when you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up.
he whispers into your ear, "that's it, taking it like a good girl,”
First things first, Jack doesn't want to fly this far into your pregnancy. He tries his best not to rant about blood clots and airport germs. He also rejects the idea of anything too remote, like a vacay spot without a hospital within thirty minutes. Also, nothing that involves too much walking.
This leads to you and him ending up somewhere annoyingly perfect, like a mountain resort right inside Pennsylvania or a quiet lakeside lodge. He's very insane, but also competent.
"Jack...you really didn't have to go all out."
"This is all out?"
He books the suite with the biggest bed and the best tub. He calls the restaurant he's thinking of taking you to, just to find out if they can accommodate pregnancy-safe food options. Which is...like...most of them? Save for raw fish and caffeine?
"Just making sure nothing's too high in minerals."
Okay. That too. Foods that are high in minerals.
"Jesus, Jack."
It's your exclamation while you're unpacking, because you're finding out he'd packed to the heavens.
Anatacid, compression socks, your prenatal vitamins, ginger candies, your heating pads, your blanket that you told him you didn't need to bring. And snacks. Extra snacks.
He'll let you steal the robe from the room, even though it'll add 60 dollars to his bill. He'll book you a massage and then spend the next hour mad because he allowed another person to put their hands on you. He probably spends that time hooking up his phone to the TV to watch your and his sex tapes.
You're pregnant in a lot of them, a lot of them not. There's a lot of content to sift and cum to.