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While having a chat in the breakroom with Jack, you accidentally made it very clear that you haven't lost your virginity yet. Your face was filled with embarrassment when he looked at you, shocked.

“How come a pretty girl like you hasn't lost their virginity yet?” Jack asked, his eyes looking you up and down. 

“I don't know?” You let out an awkward laugh.

Jack did that smirk that he always does, “Meet me at my car after our shift.” He winked at you before leaving the breakroom to go back to the chaos that was the Pitt.

You bit the inside of your cheeks. Why does he want to see you at his car after work? Was it because you told him you were a virgin? Was he implying that he was going to take your virginity? I mean, you wouldn't be mad if he did… he was disgustingly handsome, but you were scared shitless. 

“If this is about me saying I was still a virgin, you don't have to do this. I’m totally okay about being a virgin, I promise you it doesn't fuck with my head.” You walked up to Jack, who was leaning on his car.

“Are you sure?” He waited for a response, but you didn't give him one. “Besides, I want to do this.” He grabbed your face with his hands and kissed you like he was starving. “Only if you want me to.” His voice was low.

Shit, this was making you horny.

“Can we get in your car first?” You walked to the passenger seat. “Also, I don’t think I want my first time to be in a car.” You told him.

“I would never have sex with a girl in my car.” He started the car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving to his place.

“So… I’m assuming you've had experience with many other girls.” 

“Yeah, but that doesn't make me any less excited to have sex with you.” He smiled.

Your cheeks started to burn up. “You're going to be very disappointed.” Jack turned to look at you, “I could never be disappointed by you.”

God, every word that came out of his mouth was making you wet. 

It started the way it always did: making out. 

Jack’s hand traveled from your back to your neck as he kissed you, pulling you closer to him, his free hand squeezing your ass. Now and then, he’d let out a low growl.

He guided you to his bed, laying you down. “Do you want me to do this?”

You nodded your head. It was about time you lost your virginity, and the fact that it was Jack who was taking it made it a little less scary.

Jack smirked,  “You don't know how long I’ve been dreaming about having sex with you, and to take your virginity, fuck it makes me even hornier.” 

Hearing him say that made you want him inside you. “Really?” You asked endearingly. 

He nodded his head and moved his hands under your pants, circling his fingers over your clit, making you wetter than you’ve ever been. Of course, you’ve touched yourself before, but when it was someone else's hand instead of yours, it felt even better.

You moved your hips in the motion his fingers were moving, your head digging into the mattress as you arched your back. It felt so good.

“You look so beautiful.” Jack pressed his lips against yours, passionately kissing you while simultaneously pleasuring you, his fingers slipping inside you. 

You inhaled sharply, as your mouth opened, letting out a loud moan. He pumped his fingers in and out, watching you as your eyes rolled back. He picked up his pace, going faster and faster each time his fingers went in and out. 

“Fuck.” Your heart was beating rapidly. 

You were almost there until he slowed down. His fingers left your hole, leaving you begging for more.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked, watching him take off his pants and put a condom on.

“I want to fuck you so badly.” He pulled your pants down to your ankles, taking your panties down with them. His tongue licked your clit before finding its way to your mouth. 

You could feel his cock slap against your clit before entering you. You gasped a little, tightening your hands around his biceps as he pumped in and out of you slowly.

“I want you.” He kissed your neck. “I need you.” The slow pace at which he was going quickened. 

Every part of you wanted more and more, hoping he wouldn’t stop like before. 

“I need you to ride me.” He slowed down, taking his cock out of you– leaving you yet again wanting more.

You removed your pants from your ankles as he assisted you on top of him, inserting his cock inside you.

“I don't know–”

“You got this, do what you think feels good.” He told you.

“Okay…” You slowly moved your hips back and forth, his hands assisting you. You then started lifting yourself up and down, feeling his cock go in and out. 

A groan left his mouth as he shut his eyes and let you take full control.

“Is this good?”

“Mhm.” He said quietly as his breathing quickened. 

You started going faster, leaning your hands on his stomach. You were getting the hang of it.

Your eyes rolled back as his cock hit the right place, sending you over the edge. You kept going, even though your body begged you to stop. Seconds later, a loud grunt came out of Jack’s mouth, his hands squeezing your thighs tightly.

“Shit.” He panted.

You fell to the side of him, catching your breath as your body buzzed. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good ever.” You admitted. 

“Me neither.”

divider — @cursed-carmine

“Sweetheart?”

Your finger was tucked into baby Jane Doe’s grip, soft tears welling in your eyes as she cooed up at you.

Jack had spent too much time pretending not to notice.

You had withdrawn, so much. You were usually a bright light in the ED, known to be able to get just about anyone to smile or open up, even after losing a patient or a rough reprimand from Dr Robby. But lately, it’s like someone snubbed out the wick in your candle. You basically haunted the halls of the Pitt like a ghost, only picking up triage or helping whoever was behind on triage, seeming dull and depleted. You assured Jack, multiple times, that you were fine. Just tired, on your period, a little under the weather, but it’s gotten to be so long, Jack wasn’t buying the excuses any longer.

The usual solace, had turned into someone everyone tried to avoid.

Truth was, you were aching. Your heart was cracking bit by bit in your chest, shards of glass embedded so deeply into your flesh it was hard to breathe. You loved Jack, more than life, you loved him. But there was something, deep in your heart that longed for more. That longed for a family and a house full of children, and you were waiting for a good time to bring it up, ask Jack how he felt about that, when you overheard him in a conversation with Dr Robby about baby Jane Doe.

“You ever want one of those?”

“God, Robby. I’d be geriatric by the time the kid graduated high school.”

Your heart sank when you heard it, and you should’ve known. Jack was getting older, and wanted to get to the part of his life where he could relax. A baby would ruin all of it. You told yourself you were being ungrateful, that you should be happy with just Jack, life with him was more than enough. But the desperation chipped away at your heart until it was raw and vulnerable and now you just felt dull.

Numb.

“Make it quick.” You sighed, not looking up from the little baby in front of you.

“What?”

Jack walked further into the room, clad in camo pants and heavy boots, and a fitted tee shirt that would drive you crazy literally any other day but today.

“If you’re gonna leave me. Please, just make it quick.” Your voice was hardly above a whisper, not trusting it to not betray you.

Jack just stood, hands in his pockets as he watched you with the baby, eyes full of fondness and heartbreak, and suddenly everything started to fall into place.

“Honey, that’s not what’s happening here.”

“I’ve been irritable, withdrawn, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Jack sighed and hung his head, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

“Baby-“

“Please, don’t.”

“You think I would just leave you while you’re in pain?”

“Everyone else does!”

Your voice raised as you pulled your hand away from the baby, secretly thankful she didn’t start to cry at your outburst.

“Maybe we should talk somewhere else-“

“I don’t want to leave her!”

“Honey…”

“Everyone’s treating me like a basket case! Avoiding me like the plague! After everything I do for everyone, what did I do to deserve that?!”

You were facing the wall now, fingers tangled into your hair as you struggled with breath.

“Oh…” Jack was quick to cross the room to you, spinning you around to face him, his hands framing the sides of your face.

“Come here.”

He pulled you into him and you didn’t have enough fight left in you to struggle, falling into him and nearly crying from relief of the feeling of being in his hold.

“I want a baby, Jack.” The metaphorical dam holding back your tears broke, and Jack’s shirt immediately dampened right where your eyes rested against the material.

He was about to say something, but you continued.

“And I know you don’t want one and I know I’ve been a bitch so you can leave me-“

Jack gripped you tighter, “You gotta stop with all this ‘leavin me’ talk, breakin’ my heart. And don’t call my girl names like that.” He kissed the top of your head.

“And who said I don’t want a baby with you, hm?”

You sniffled, “I heard you talking to Robby…”

Jack could recall the exact conversation. He peeled your body off of his and you shuddered at the loss of contact, his eyes bore into yours.

“Did you hear what I said after?”

You shook your head.

Jack smiled.

No two days in the emergency department were ever the same.

Some nights were quiet, with only a couple of patients coming in with fevers or coughs. Other nights were utterly chaotic, ambulances rolling in back-to-back, alarms blaring, doctors and nurses moving like a storm through the hallways.

But one thing never seemed to change: the patients who thought the emergency department was the perfect place to find a date.

You learned that lesson after just a week of working in the ED.

It didn’t matter if someone had a broken arm or had suffered a heart attack; some men still found the energy to wink, grin, or make comments that made your skin crawl while you were trying to work. Sometimes it was harmless. Most of the time, it wasn’t. And there was no running away when you were their doctor.

So you developed a plan.

When you transferred to PTMC and started working the night shift, the solution became routine. You weren’t married. But a simple ring on your finger changed everything.

It wasn’t flashy, just a simple silver brand that lived on your left hand whenever you had to work a shift. Most people assumed it was a wedding ring from a happy marriage, and you let them think that. In reality, it had cost ten dollars from an online store.

But it worked.

Some patients would never see you as their doctor, someone who had spent years in med school at the top of their class. Instead, they only saw a pretty woman standing close enough to flirt with.

However, when was there a ring on your finger? Suddenly, you were someone’s wife.

So the comments stopped. The winks. The “you got a boyfriend?” question. Everything disappeared. Apparently, being someone’s wife made you off-limits in a way that simply saying no never did. Like you were someone else’s property, it made them hesitate. Stupid, but the logic worked, so the ring stayed.

If any of your new co-workers noticed it, they never mentioned it or just assumed the obvious. Except Jack.

Jack Abbot noticed everything around him.

It was a habit from years as an army medic and now attending in one of the busiest emergency departments in the city. Jack didn’t just see charts and symptoms. He saw the small things, the way someone held their shoulder, the slight limp in their step, the tremor in their hand.

And he noticed your ring. Not only because he was staring, but also because it was always there. You had a habit of twisting it when charting. It tapped against the counter when you were thinking. It left a bump under your gloves. It was a small detail, but Jack’s brain catalogued it anyway.

You were still new, and the few details that Jack knew about you had him intrigued: married, new to the hospital and worked well under pressure. And then there was something else he couldn't quite place, the pull he felt towards you.

This night shift had started like any other, chaos in bursts but slowed at times. You were tucked into your usual rhythm, moving between patients, checking vitals and charting. 

It wasn’t until the trauma phone went off that it paused your movements.

“Level two trauma, motor vehicle collision," Lena shouted as she answered the call. “Five minutes out.”

Your adrenaline spiked, and Jack was already moving, tablet in one hand, gloves snapping as he prepped for the incoming patient. You were paired on this trauma together, moving almost instinctively as a team.

The patient arrived bloodied, unconscious, and chest rattling with each forced breath. You slid the IV line into the patient’s arm while Jack called out instructions for the rest of the team. 

Jack’s eyes were everywhere at once, vitals, monitors, and the team's movement, but his gaze happened to flick across your hand. And that's when he noticed. Your ring. It wasn’t there.

A small detail that others would have overlooked, but made him pause for a fraction of a  second. A movement he couldn't afford in a place like this. He didn’t realize until now how much he had noticed it, how automatic it was to look at you during shifts and see that silver band wrapped around your finger. Tonight, it was nowhere to be found.

Jack quickly turned his focus back on the patient, but the details lingered in his mind.

Minutes passed in a blur of intubation, transfusion, chest compressions, and desperate interventions. Despite the skill and precision of the team, the injuries were too severe.

The patient coded. The monitor went flat. Time of death was announced.

You stepped back, heart sinking, and Jack’s hand went to your shoulder, not to blame, but to ground you as the weight of loss pressed down on the team. Sometimes, despite doing everything right, it wasn’t enough.

By the end of the shift, the ED was quieter than usual. The hum of machines, the footsteps of staff cleaning up, and the weight of loss hung heavy in the air. Jack glanced at you while filling the final chart, noticing that your finger remained bare.

“Are you going out too?” He asked. Shen had suggested that everyone go out for a drink to cope, and no one seemed to argue.

“Yeah… I could really use a drink.” Your hands hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly.

Jack’s gaze lingered on you, a mixture of concern and something softer, harder to define. “Yeah… me too,” he muttered. The unspoken weight between you decided for you.

There was a bar a few blocks down from the hospital where everyone gathered after shifts. It was louder than usual for a weekday, the low thrum of music and conversation filling up the air. It had discounted drinks and dim lighting, a place where no one asked the doctors or nurses what had just happened when it looked like they had been through hell. 

Jack was sitting in a booth near the back with John, nursing a half-finished beer. His scrubs had been swapped for a dark jacket, but exhaustion still lined his face.

John exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face. “Hell of a shift.”

Jack nodded once, staring at the condensation on his bottle. “Yeah.” Silence followed, heavy but not awkward. The burden of the night weighed on him.

His eyes drifted across the bar and landed on you. You were on a stool near the counter, chatting with one of the nurses, a drink in hand. Your laugh was softer than usual, slower, the kind that came from alcohol loosening the edges of the hard night.

His gaze dropped to your hand once again.

Still no ring.

“Hey,” John said, standing and grabbing his empty bottle. “I’m getting another. Want one?”

Jack lifted his bottle slightly. “I’m good.”

John nodded and disappeared into the crowd.

Jack leaned back in the booth, letting his eyes wander again. They found you on your way over, movement slightly unsteady, yet deliberate.

“Hey, Doc,” you muttered, sliding into the seat across from him, sighing softly as your forearms rested on the table.

“You okay?” he asked immediately. It wasn’t unusual for Jack to see his coworkers like this after a shift, but he still wondered if this was normal for you.

You huffed out a small laugh that didn’t sound very amused. “Define okay.”

Jack didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied you, the tired eyes, the way your shoulders slumped, the weight of the night still sitting on you.

“Rough one,” he said finally.

Your gaze dropped to the table. “Yeah.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The noise of the bar filled the silence.

“I kinda like this part,” you admitted quietly.

Jack tilted his head slightly. “The bar?”

You shrugged, tracing the rim of your glass with your finger. “Yeah… not why we’re here, exactly. But the team gets together. Feels… lighter. Less like you’re carrying it alone.”

He softened. He’d seen too many new doctors burn out trying to carry everything. He understood.

“At my last hospital,” you continued, your voice a little looser from the alcohol. “Everyone just… went home. Pretended nothing happened. But here you guys carry the wins and the losses together.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It helps.”

You nodded, shoulders relaxing slightly as you took another sip. Even in your tiredness, there was a warmth to you now.

For a second, Jack just studied you again. The way the tension slowly left your posture. The way you still looked tired but lighter now that the shift was behind you.

Then his eyes drifted back down to your hand. Bare,

He hesitated before speaking. “So… everything alright at home?”

You blinked up at him. “At home?”

Jack nodded subtly toward your hand. “You usually wear a ring.”

You stared at him, surprised. Then laughed, soft, tipsy, a little embarrassed. “Oh my god… alright, I’ll let you in on a secret.”

Jack’s brow lifted.

“What?”

You held up your hand, wiggling your fingers slightly.

“It’s fake,” You leaned back in the booth a little, clearly amused. 

“…Your ring is fake?”

You nodded, taking another sip of your drink before explaining. “Patients, some of them get… handys. Especially at night. You say no, you ignore them, but it doesn't always work.”

Jack’s jaw tightened slightly. Yeah. He’d seen that.

“So I bought a ring,” you continued, tapping your bare finger. “Ten dollars online. Suddenly, I’m someone’s wife. The flirting stops. It’s like magic. Stupid, but it works.”

Jack studied you quietly for a moment. It wasn’t the confession itself that caught his attention; it was the way you said it so casually, as you’d simply adapted to the world instead of letting it push you out of a job you clearly loved. 

“That’s… actually pretty clever,” he admitted.

You grinned. “Right?”

Jack’s gaze lingered, softer now. “So the husband doesn’t exist.”

“Nope.”

Jack smiled into his drink, a warmth threading through him. Somehow, hearing this made him admire you more.

“Well,” he said casually, taking another sip of his beer, “if you’re going to invent a husband…”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by where this was going.

“…you should at least give the guy a decent name.”

You laughed softly. “Oh yeah?” you asked. “What would you name him then?”

Jack pretended to think about it for a moment, leaning back in the booth.

“Hm.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully. His gaze met yours, something teasing sparking there.

“Jack,” he said.

You blinked.

“Jack?”

He shrugged lightly, a small grin forming.

“Sounds reasonable.”

You stared at him for a second before laughing, the sound warmer this time.

“Wow,” you said. “That’s bold.”

Jack lifted his bottle slightly, clearly enjoying himself now.

“Just saying,” he replied. “If you’re going to make up a fake husband, you might as well pick a good one.”

You shook your head, still smiling into your drink.

“Careful, Abbot,” you said lightly. “People might start to think you’re volunteering.”

Jack’s eyes stayed on you a moment longer than necessary.

“Would that be so bad?” he asked quietly.

The question hung between you for a beat before the noise of the bar swallowed it again.

The next shift felt strangely normal after the night before. 

Did you drunkenly flirt with a fellow attending? Yes, but did you regret it? Nope.

The ED hummed with its usual controlled chaos; it almost felt strange that the world kept moving after a shift like that. You were currently charting at the nurses’ station, twisting the silver band on your finger without really thinking about it.

“Nice to see your husband’s back.”

You looked up. Jack was leaning against the counter across from you, tablet tucked under his arm, the corner of his mouth curved in that quiet, knowing smile.

“Oh my god,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Are you really going to start with that today?”

“Of course,” he said, a small, confident grin tugging at his lips. “I’m hoping to get an audition to play him.”

You blinked at him, half amused, half exasperated.

“What?” you said, lifting an eyebrow.

“If you’re going to invent a husband,” he continued, voice low and teasing, “someone has to audition for the role. And I think I’d be perfect.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous, maybe,” he admitted, “ but if I'm going to audition for the role properly.. I should probably take my lovely wife out… maybe for dinner or coffee sometime. To make sure I'm playing the part right.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the smoothness of it. “Jack Abbot, are you asking me out on a date?

Jack’s grin widened, confident but teasing. “Call it a test run. Coffee after shift, and I can show you my best husband skills.”

You felt a blush creep up your neck and laughed softly, shaking your head. “I… Yes, that sounds perfect.”

“Good, I’ll see you later, wifey.” With that, Jack left the nurses' station, heading into a patient room.

Older husband Jack who loves when you ride him, burying his face into your tits or the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet sweaty scent, helping you bounce by holding your ass tightly.

Older husband Jack who loves when you don’t shave, liking to twirl his fingers into your curls, but he will never tell you to shave or not shave, it’s up to you and he will love it either way.

Older husband Jack who loves it when you’re vocal with what you want him to do to you.

Older husband Jack who finds it hot when you grind on him and whimper into his ear, biting and licking it.

Older husband Jack who gets turned on by you just kissing him, he always feels like a teenager when he’s making out with you.

Older husband Jack who sometimes enjoys to go to the bar with you and let you get handsy with him under the table.

Older husband Jack who loves to play doctor and “examine” you.