#angelabbot

something you had always been ashamed to admit was that you were still a virgin despite being in your mid twenties. you had never even put your own fingers inside of you before.

you had ended up in the doctors office after realising you were finding it hard to get wet or anything inside of you.

the bed creaked beneath you every time you shifted. you were nervous to have to discuss this with someone, especially a doctor. it wasn’t exactly an emergency, but more of a personal worry.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when the door opened and a man walked in. he was tall and quite big, his eyes were kind and determined as he looked at you, lathering hand sanitiser on his hands.

“hello, i’m dr. abbot. i’ll be working with you today. what’s your name?” he introduced himself, dragging a metal stool over so he could sit in front of you.

you nervously told him your name, meeting his steady eyes with a shy look.

jack quickly picked up on how innocent you looked. he had seen countless nervous people in his years of being a doctor, but you had something else about you.

he nodded and reached for the chart that the nurse had taken previously. “it says here you’re having problems with.. penetration?” jack raised an eyebrow as he read the chart. that certainly wasn’t what he was expecting.

your face flushed as he read it aloud. your problem sounded stupid coming from his mouth. you nodded as if to confirm what he had just read. “y- yeah. i haven’t- i’ve never..” you mumbled before trailing off, the words dying on your tongue from the embarrassment.

“nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart.” jack immediately interrupted, catching onto your nervousness. he felt a perverted rush go straight to his dick when he realised he was going to have to help fix your problem.

the position jack had insisted you be in felt inappropriate, but he was the doctor after all.

jack slipped on some latex gloves as he watched you lie back and spread your legs, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

“good job, sweetheart. that’s good.” he nodded as he moved to be standing over you. “i’m going to check how you react to penetration that isn’t from yourself.” he told you, carefully moving the gown you had on so that he could see your pussy.

a small gasp escaped your lips as he pressed the tip of his middle finger into your folds. the feeling grew more overwhelming the more he pushed in.

you whimpered as you felt how big his finger was. this was the first time you’d ever had anything inside of you, and his fingers were way thicker than your own.

“how does that feel?” jack asked when he pushed his finger into all the way. you felt unbelievably tight around him.

“o- okay, dr. abbot. it feels.. you feel big.” you sheepishly admitted. could you even say something like that to a doctor?

jack had to bite back a groan at the way you spoke. you really were as innocent as you looked.

“could you do some more? i just have to check inside. make sure everything is okay.” he told you carefully.

you nodded in submission. “okay, dr. abbot. whatever you need me to do.” you told him.

a few minutes later, you were soaked on three of jack’s fingers. the stretch had given you an uncomfortable burn for awhile, but the persistent pumping of his fingers faded into a pleasure you’d never felt before.

jack absorbed every whimper that came from you, the sounds only spurring him on further. he knew you were still under the impression this was still just an examination.

your hands reached out to grasp onto jack’s wrist as soon as you felt yourself growing overwhelmed. your brain was beginning to shut off from the feeling of it all.

“dr. abbot! i feel- it feels like a lot-“ you gasped, meeting his dark eyes. right before you fell over the edge, jack pulled his fingers out abruptly, the latex soaking wet with your arousal.

“you seem healthy. i think the problem was you needed someone who understood your body better than yourself.” jack said, sounding matter of fact in his diagnosis.

you felt confused and edged from what had just happened, but you were ultimately relieved to hear that there was nothing wrong with you.

you gathered your clothes as you got up from the bed. “thank you, dr. abbot.” you said quietly, watching as he walked out of the room with a smug smile on his face.

it was something you rarely noticed half the time. you could have made a list on when jack clicks his tongue.

every time he’d slip his cock inside of you, every time you had an orgasm, every time you did something he usually would correct (both in bed and at work), and every time you let out a whimper because he had done something you’d particularly enjoyed.

you never questioned it. either because you were too caught up in your pleasure to care, or you were too caught up in your pleasure to hear.

no matter the reason he did it, you didn’t care to ask or know. it was just another one of your boyfriends weird quirks to you.

today was the day you found out why.

you were doing your normal rounds of patients in the ER, talking to the ones who seemed lonely and making your visit quick and simple for the ones who wanted to do anything but talk.

you bumped into jack while you were walking down the hall, head down and distracted by the chart you were reading in your hands.

jack reached out to steady you by your shoulders, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

“it would be helpful if you looked where you were going.” he teased, but you gave him a half smile in response. it was nothing against him or something he’d done, you were simply distracted in returning some results to the nurses station.

jack knew this is exactly the moment he’d been waiting for ever since he started clicking his tongue when you were around.

he discovered clicker training by complete accident. he had overheard two patients talking about it when he entered their exam room, and his curiosity got the better of him. he asked them what that was, assuming it was for their pets at home.

his curiosity and interest only grew when they pair flushed and became avoidant with their eyes and answers. he didn’t push the couple, but it was the first thing he researched when he got off his shift.

and that’s how jack abbot formed the idea to attempt to clicker train his girlfriend.

and he was about to find out if his months of discreet training had paid off.

jack shook his head and clicked his tongue, watching with a smug smirk as you instantly straightened up and met his eyes with almost alarming attention.

“what?” you asked sharply, shifting nervously. “i’m sorry, jack. i’ll pay proper attention next time.” you apologised profusely, trying to ignore the sudden rush of heat in your cheeks and the pulse between your thighs.

you looked confused and nervous when jack started laughing. “what?” you urged, biting your inner cheek as he crossed his arms. “what are you laughing at?”

jack didn’t respond, he only reached up his hand to ruffle your hair in a way that felt condescending. “nothing, sweetheart. i’m just glad i didn’t do all of that work for nothing.”

that made you frown even harder. “what does that mean?” you demanded, pushing his bicep teasingly.

jack bent down so he was close enough to whisper in your ear. “just continue with your rounds. maybe if you’re good i’ll tell you later.” he murmured.

you watched as he turned to walk away, a puzzled expression taking over the embarrassed one.

you only realised what he was referring to when he clicked his tongue again, and you realised how immediately you straightened yourself.

your boyfriend had clicker trained you without you knowing.

jack abbot raised an eyebrow as he caught your tired breath. “something wrong?” he asked curiously, cocking his head to watch you as you sat up.

“my sink has been leaking. i have to get a plumber in to fix it while i’m off tomorrow.” you shrugged, giving him a defeated smile. “i’m just really tired, i’m not looking forward to having this all done while resting after a long shift.”

the explanation made jack frown sympathetically, his arms uncrossing to lean against the desk. he bit his bottom lip for a moment before piping up. “i could do it. i’m off tomorrow, and i’ll do it for free.” he offered.

you blinked in surprise, swivelling around in your chair to face him fully now. “really? you’d do that for me?” you questioned. you and jack had been close ever since you joined the ER a few months ago. it was never anything crazy, just two people who could joke with each other easily even amidst the chaos and tension of the place they worked.

“yeah, of course. i don’t mind at all. it’ll save you money and stress of a random stranger in your home.” he smiled kindly like it was nothing.

you stood up to give him a thankful and playful tap on the arm. “thank you. do you remember where my apartment is? i can leave it unlocked in the morning so you can come in whenever.” you told him, watching as he nodded and looked to the clock on the wall.

“perfect. i’ll see you tomorrow.” jack confirmed, stretching lightly before heading off towards one of the nurses that were calling for him.

you had woken up later than usual the next morning.

the sheets crinkled as you stretched, letting out a soft groan as your eyes were hit by the bright early morning sun.

you had a quick bowl of cereal for breakfast. you placed the empty bowl in the sink and sighed as you remembered the fact the water was leaking.

jack will be over later tonight, you thought. you had all morning to clean up yourself the apartment. surely he would have told you if he was coming over early?

you messily made your bed before getting in the shower. you turned the water on to be warm, stripping from your night clothes carefully and folding them onto the counter before stepping in under the water.

the splashing of the water on the floor and the hum of the shower drowned out all sound from outside the bathroom. you let yourself relax as you wet your hair, taking your time washing it and yourself.

it was rare you got time to yourself with your demanding job as a doctor. a long warm shower was your favourite way to wash off the sweat and tiredness from the night before.

it must have been thirty minutes before you finally shut the shower off, wringing your soaked hair before pinning it up to prevent it from dripping down your back. you frowned when you reached for your towel, only to realise you had forgotten it.

no biggie. you could just walk down the hall to your bedroom and grab it from where you’d left it. it wasn’t like anyone was going to see you.

you spent another ten minutes washing your face and applying the skin care you barely got to use. you hummed softly under your breath, completely distracted to the world that lived outside of this room.

a cold chill began to creep over you and your naked body as the steam from the warm water began to melt away. you reached for the door handle, completely distracted in your own mind as you left the bathroom.

you only snapped out of it when you heard your name being called from a familiar voice when you were a few steps from your bedroom door. it was jack. you froze, whipping your head around and immediately beginning to panic.

“jack-!” you replied frantically, the worry clear in your tone.

“i’m sorry if i startled you. i knocked and called your name but you didn’t answer, and you said you were going to leave the door unlocked so i just let myself.. in..” he trailed off and paused when he finally found you. both of you were frozen in place from embarrassment and surprise.

jack’s eyes were wide as he took in the sight in front of him. your hair was tied up loosely on your head, a few wet strands that had escaped framed your red face. you had the most beautiful body he had ever seen, and god, he could see everything.

it was you that snapped out of the awkward stare first. “oh my god! i- i’m- look away!” you squeaked, practically running to your bedroom to hide from the embarrassment that you were sure was going to kill you.

you slammed the door shut behind you before sinking to the floor. you never wanted to leave this room or show your face ever again.

you hurriedly grabbed the towel from where it lay atop your bed, wrapping it around you and covering yourself fully.

jack called out to you again which made you jump. what were you supposed to say? you worked with him!

“i, uh, i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have.. that was my fault. i should have waited. or called you. i am so sorry.” he apologised, his deep (and very attractive) voice still clear even through the door.

“i can leave if you want me to. i can call someone else to come- and i’ll pay for it.” he added with an awkward cough. you couldn’t see him, but you knew he was probably cursing himself for this happening in the first place.

you let out a breath, answering with a shaky voice that made you squirm in further embarrassment. “no. you can stay. just- just give me a few minutes, okay?” you answered, smacking yourself on the forehead. although you definitely didn’t want to face him right now, you knew it’d be worse if you let him just walk out of your apartment now.

you grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater to slip on, checking how it looked in the mirror before letting your hair down.

as embarrassed as you were, you tried your hardest to ignore the warm feeling in your stomach that definitely wasn’t from that.

there was no sound coming from the hallway outside, so you assumed jack had made his way to your kitchen himself.

that assumption was proven correct when you finally left your bedroom, entering the kitchen with a nervous look on your face. jack was sitting with his back to the door, a box of the tools he thought he might need sitting on the table.

you cleared your throat and watched as he immediately jumped up, standing up straight and meeting your eyes with a neutral expression.

“i’m sorry. i don’t usually walk around naked. i just.. forgot my towel.” you mumbled, head dropping to the floor as he nodded.

“don’t worry about it. let’s just- is it the sink here?” jack asked, pointing to the sink behind him. you nodded, taking careful steps closer.

“yeah. whenever i turn it on, it leaks from the pipes below. it always soaks the floor.” you explained, turning on the tap and opening to cabinet door beneath it to show him.

he watched intently, bending down with a soft ’oof’ to see it. you immediately felt bad. you had forgotten about his leg, and here he was on the floor trying to fix your sink.

it was almost like he sensed the guilt. he looked up to you, shaking his head with a slight smile. “it’s good for me to exercise the leg. it’s nothing i haven’t done before.” he assured you before turning his attention back to the pipe. “this should be an easy fix. i’ll just replace the pipe and tighten it up. should only take about half an hour?” he said, getting up carefully and wiping off his pants.

“sounds good. i’ll.. leave you to it.” you murmured, stepping back awkwardly to give him space.

the time it took jack to finish the sink had been the most agonisingly slow time period you’d ever experienced, which said a lot considering you worked 12 hour shifts at a hospital most days a week.

you occasionally popped your head in to the kitchen to check on jack and to ask if he needed anything, only to be met with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. he insisted he didn’t need anything.

this made you worry to a whole different level. usually, you two would have been joking back and forth. he might have even shown you and talked you through exactly what he was doing. but now, he couldn’t even meet your eyes.

you fully blamed yourself. you worried you’d ruined the one person you went to for comfort before, during, and after a shift by being stupid and making him uncomfortable.

but in reality, jack couldn’t bear to look at you simply because he didn’t know what he’d do. all he could think of was how beautiful your body looked, how he could so easily fit between your thighs and kiss your soft lips.

he thought you were humiliated and would never speak to him again for betraying your privacy. he had always had a little crush on you since he first laid eyes on you. you were the first person he allowed himself to think about more than he would since his late wife.

the tv played at a low volume when jack came in to the living room to let you know he was done. “it should be all fixed now. just.. let me know if it starts to leak again. i can come back over.” he told you, lingering awkwardly in the doorway as you pushed yourself up using your elbows.

“alright, awesome. i really appreciate it, jack.” you thanked him, pushing yourself off the couch to meet him in the doorway. he nodded and scratched his neck as you looked to the clock.

“do you want some lunch? i’m not that bad of a cook.” you joked, nudging his elbow playfully like you did at work.

jack was surprised you wanted him to stay even though he was done his task. why weren’t you trying to push him out of your apartment and screaming at him to never come back?

“uh, yeah, okay. only if you’re.. comfortable with it.” he accepted, following your lead as you walked to the kitchen.

jack tried not to let his eyes wander while you cooked with your back to him, but he couldn’t get the image of your naked body out of his mind. it was burned into his memory.

he made sure to act polite, maybe even more than normal, considering you were being kind enough to allow him to eat in your home.

you brushed your partially dried hair behind your shoulder as you placed two plates on the table.

you two made casual conversation while you ate, finding it easier to pretend what happened the more you spoke. you both valued each other more than you realised.

jack quickly excused himself after he finished eating, almost eagerly gathering his things and heading to the door. he felt he had overstayed his welcome.

you followed him to the door, biting your lip and fidgeting with your sleeves as he got closer to leaving. you didn’t want him to leave without fully address what he had seen.

jack was saying goodbye when you cut him off. “i’m really sorry, jack!” you blurted out. he paused and looked down at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

you continued before he could reply, ignoring his expression. “i must have made you really uncomfortable. you were so generous to come over and fix my sink for free, and i’ve probably ruined whatever we had going on between us. and i wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to look at me again.” you rambled quickly, finishing with an apologetic glance before turning away.

jack looked at you for a moment before putting down his toolbox and closing the door behind him.

“hey. if anything, i’m sorry. i really betrayed your privacy. i shouldn’t have seen you like that. i should probably never talk to you again, but not because i don’t want to. only because i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.” jack told you, watching as you took in his words.

when you didn’t respond, he finally snapped. he knew this wouldn’t go anywhere unless one of you did something.

“i like you. i think i like you more than a friend, and you deserve to know that. you need to know how i feel before deciding if you ever want to see me again.” he admittedly suddenly. he didn’t want you to be in the dark about anything regarding to this sensitive topic.

“i can even transfer hospitals if you can’t even bear the sight of me. you shouldn’t have to move your whole life because i messed up-“ he continued, only to be cut off when you grabbed his collar and pulled his face down to yours.

“i don’t want you to ever leave the pitt. it’s unbearable without you.” you whispered, glancing down at his lips and back up at his eyes to search for any protest. when you found none, you leaned up to meet his mouth with yours.

he was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realised what was happening and pulled you flush against him by your waist.

you moaned into his mouth, tongue slipping out to meet his own. you both clumsily moved backwards in search of your bedroom, only breaking apart when you bumped into a wall.

“are you sure about this? you want this?” jack asked, his breathing heavy and desperate. you nodded quickly, reaching for his hand to drag him towards your bedroom.

“yeah, baby. i’ve wanted this for awhile.”

jack followed you, letting you take the lead. he wanted you to be as in control as you desired.

you quickly made it to your bed, shuffling to sit at the top while also pulling off your sweatshirt and throwing it off to the side. you’d handle it later.

jack was quick to do the same, moving him to position himself over you while taking in the sight. “i want you so bad, sweetheart.” he groaned, pulling your mouth back onto his as you grinded against his thigh.

jack snaked a hand down past your waistband, his thick fingers rubbing against the slick gathering at your swollen pussy.

you whimpered at the contact, face flushing at his smug expression. “you’re so wet, baby. already ready for me.” he cooed, rubbing your clit through the cotton.

“take off your shirt. i wanna see you.” you said, hands scrambling to tug at the hem of his t shirt.

jack quickly obeyed, pulling his hands from your panties to pull his shirt off, letting it fall beside you on the bed. your eyes were wide with awe and lust. he was beautiful, and not to mention huge.

“i want you inside of me.” you blurted suddenly, quickly slipping off your sweats and panties at the same time. he helped you shimmy them off, admiring your legs before looking to your throbbing cunt. he almost growled at the sight of you so wet and ready for him.

“i gotta prep you, sweetheart. i don’t want it to hurt.” he murmured, fingers resuming their spot and your leaking hole. a strangled sigh left your mouth as he gathered some of your arousal on his finger, bringing it up to soak and press rough circles into your clit.

“‘m ready, jack. i promise.” you whined eagerly, earning a low chuckle from the man above you. “fine, okay. if you insist.”

he slowly pressed the tip of his middle finger into your pussy, the amount of slick allowing it to slide in easily. your hand reached to grasp onto his back as you felt how thick it was. one of his was about the same as two of yours.

jack noticed the way you shifted to accommodate his length. “feel full already?” he teased, watching as you buried your face into his shoulder. “stop. no.” you mumbled. “need more.”

he didn’t answer, just slipped in another finger and began to curl them inside of you, causing your hips to jerk into his hand, rubbing your clit against his palm.

it didn’t take long for you to grow close to your release, your cunt clenching around his curling fingers.

you moaned deeply, head falling to the pillow as your nails dug into the skin of jack’s back.

before you could cum, jack pulled his fingers out. he watched as you throbbed at the sudden emptiness. “jack, what the fuck?” you whined, meeting his gaze with teary eyes.

he used his clean hand to rub a thumb over your flushed cheek. “i want you to cum on my cock, baby.” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth to clean them off before slipping down his jeans and boxers.

you stroked his large cock when he pulled it out, admiring the sheer size of it. he was going to be the biggest you’d ever had inside of you by far.

“can i?” you asked quietly as you lined up his tip with your dripping cunt. jack answered with a gruff nod, bracing himself with his elbow beside your head.

the sound that came from in between the two of you when jack pushed his tip in could only be described as wet.

you couldn’t stop your eyes from fluttering shut as the stretch overwhelmed you, legs tightening around jack in an attempt to pull him closer.

“you’re so tight, fuck. such a good girl.” he sighed into your ear, leaning down to meet your lips with his eager tongue. he licked into your mouth with lazy desperation, groaning as you sucked on his tongue.

jack eased himself in fully after a minute, holding you close to him as he licked into your mouth until you were ready. you rutted against his thighs when you felt fully adjusted, making jack pull away, leaving a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

“i’m not gonna last long. you feel so good.” he warned before pulling out slowly and thrusting back in roughly.

you gasped and clawed down his back, your tight walls squeezing onto him tightly, almost refusing to let him out.

it took all but two minutes of the steady pace jack had set for you both to be close to orgasm. you felt jack’s hips stutter at the same time his head fell beside yours on the bed.

“cum inside me, baby. please. i need to feel- feel you fill me up.” you urged, rubbing your clit clumsily to push yourself over the edge.

jack finally spilled inside of you when you came, your arousal gushing around his throbbing cock. the room was filled with weak groans and whimpers and the soft creak of your bed slowing down as you both finished.

you were sweaty and breathy by the time jack pulled out, his softening length coated in his own cum and your wet release.

“that was so hot.” jack breathed, kissing and nuzzling into your shoulder in a way that earned a breathless giggle from you.

“i’m gonna need another shower. and maybe you can join me this time.” you said, sitting up to watch as he laid down beside you on the bed.

“just wait a minute. i wanna hold you.” he insisted softly, pulling you towards him by your wrist, causing you to topple right on top of his chest.

“mmm.. okay. only cause you’re cute.” you teased, kissing his cheek.

“f- fuck, baby. you look so hot.” he mumbled, his large hand splaying out across your lower back. you moaned as you fought to keep your ass up in the air, legs growing more tired by the second.

jack noticed the tremble in your thighs, slowing down with a grunt. “what? too much?” he asked gently, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“mhm. no.” you shook your head. “just tired.”

jack hummed before pulling out of you completely, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing in desperation. “i have an idea. lie still.” he told you, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze.

you sighed in content as you relaxed your body and waited for your boyfriend to return.

you heard the sound of a drawer opening and some rummaging before jack found what he was looking for.

the familiar sound of a soft buzz coming to life made you immediately shoot up from your place. your face flushed a deep red when you saw what was in his hands.

“jack! what the fuck!” you spat, reaching to grab it from him.

“ah ah, not so fast, baby. i said to lie still.” jack tutted as he guided you back down by your shoulder, switching off the toy as he did so.

“now. do you wanna tell me what this is? i found it while looking for my card the other day.” he asked slowly, watching for your reaction as he dipped a finger between your thighs to toy with your still soaked cunt.

“it’s nothing.” you mumbled in embarrassment, looking anywhere but jack and your toy that now looked small in his hands.

“this is nothing?” he raised an eyebrow in suspicion before spreading your thighs. “why do you even have this in the first place? do i not satisfy you?” jack asked, his tone a mix of uncertainty and teasing.

“no! that’s not it! you- you do more than satisfy me! i just- i got it for when you’re working late.” you scrambled to reassure him, reaching to hold his hand.

“i can’t do it myself.” you admitted, quieter now. “i can’t make myself feel as good as you make me. so i bought that.”

jack couldn’t hide the grin that graced his face. “how about i make you feel extra good, huh? i wanna try. see what you do when i’m not here.”

a small whine left your lips as you watched jack pick up the vibrator again and turn it on. you let your thighs fall further apart, helping jack to settle between your legs again.

“she’s even wetter than before.” jack cooed as he spread your folds, the slick dripping onto your thighs.

he pressed the toy to your clit, watching in awe when you immediately moaned and jerked up towards his. “j- jack, fuck.”

he dipped down to press a hot kiss to your mouth before lining up with you and pressing in again, sliding in smoothly from how soaked your pussy was.

you moaned into his mouth before reaching to claw at his back. the two sensations from your clit and getting filled by jacks thick cock was overwhelming you couldn’t even think straight.

“i feel her squeezing me so tight, sweetheart. that feel good?” he groaned into your ear, keeping the vibrator firm against your throbbing clit.

“j- jackie, ‘m gonna- oh my god-“ you gasped, thighs clenching around him as your lower half felt like it was going to burn from the amount of stimulation.

jack kept his deep, steady rhythm as you came around him hard, moaning louder than he’d ever heard from you before.

it wasn’t long before he was thrusting roughly into you, spilling his load the deepest he could possibly get it.

the feeling quickly became too much, your hands reaching to pull the toy away from your now oversensitive clit. “‘s too much, p- please-“ you whimpered, pleading jack with your hazy, blissed out eyes.

he relented and turned the toy off quickly, tossing it somewhere on the bed you couldn’t see. jack pulled out his softening cock with a grunt, moving to cradle you in his large arms.

“i’ve never seen you cum that hard before, sweetheart. maybe we’ll have to do that again..” he mused before pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

it wasn’t something you could control, you just felt teary when you got sleepy. it was one of jack’s favourite things about you.

you were lying in bed, cuddled up to jack’s side after a long shift. he knew the feeling of exhaustion and guilt after a particularly harsh shift all too well.

“you okay, baby?” he muttered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

you sighed and pressed your head into his shoulder in response. “i’m fine. i just want you right now.”

jack blinked and shifted in surprise as he felt you begin to grind against his good leg. “what? sweetheart, you should sleep. we can do whatever else you want when you’re not so tired.” he gently tried to coax, only to be met with a whine and a sloppy kiss to his jaw.

“no, i need you now. i’ll sleep after.” you promised, fingers curling tightly against his sleep shirt as you rocked your hips back and forth in a steady pattern.

he didn’t protest. he knew once you set your mind on something that you wouldn’t stop until you got it.

jack dipped his head down to meet your lips, his hands reaching to guide your hips.

you moaned against his mouth as your clit throbbed, the friction was almost overwhelming when you were tired.

unfortunately for you, the way jack was holding and kissing you so intimately and letting you use his body to get yourself off, made you feel emotional. the pleasure and love that came from the way jack licked into your mouth made you tear up. you felt unbelievably silly when you realised it.

you pulled away with a gasp, quickly burying your head into his chest while you rutted against him.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? too much?” jack cooed, gently running his fingers through your hair. “are you almost there?”

you barely registered his words as the tears fell down your cheek, soaking his shirt. you whimpered against his chest, hips stuttering in their rhythm.

jack immediately pulled your head from his chest, his eyes widening as he saw your wet cheeks and glistening eyes.

before he could even process it, a groan escaped his throat as his hips jerked forward, head falling back as he squeezed your waist.

“w- what? jack- did you just cum?” you asked in confusion, pressing a kiss to his cheek and wiping away your tears.

“shit, baby. i’m so sorry.” he panted as he met your eyes again, frowning at the fact that just happened. “i can’t remember the last time i- i came in my pants like that.”

you shook your head as he apologised, moving to lace your hand with his. “did me crying make you..?” you asked quietly, watching his face for a reaction.

jack nodded sheepishly, pulling you close to his body. “you just- you looked so pretty.”

“you’re lucky i wasn’t dealing with a real emergency here.“ he growled lowly. “i said only to ring me at work if you had an emergency.”

“this is an emergency!” you countered, voice whiny and smug all in one. “i need you. i miss your touch.” you whispered, listening to the way his breath hitched.

you were laid out on the bed you and jack shared, clad in only one of his t shirts while you toyed with your clit in a way that was teasing.

it wasn’t your fault! you just couldn’t finish without jack. and you had gotten yourself all worked up from watching the video you two had made a week earlier.

jack glanced around the break room and to the door for the fifth time before relaxing slightly in the chair. he was glad you weren’t actually having a serious emergency, but he had to work all the same.

“okay, sweetheart. but we have to be quick. we need to be finished before anyone realises im gone.” jack spoke quietly into the phone. you nodded in response despite the fact he could only hear you.

“are you touching yourself already? wishing it was my fingers instead?” you let out a shaky breath at his questions, eyes flitting down to where your hand was between your thighs.

you hummed in response down the line, gathering some of the arousal that was already beginning to leak out of you from jack’s words.

“i am. i’m so wet just thinking of you.” you told him shakily.

jack wasted no time in responding, feeling himself harden from imagining you lying there all alone.

“i want you to start with one finger, just like i would.” he told you, his instructions clear and firm. “though i think it would take more than one of your fingers to feel like mine.” he added in a teasing down that drew a weak laugh from you.

jack heard the soft hum as you pushed a finger past your folds, feeling your own cunt clench around you.

he talked you through fitting two more fingers in, the phone pressed against your ear so firmly it felt like jack was actually there whispering in your ear.

the second you stopped responding to his quiet words and started whining, jack knew you were close. he knew the telltale signs of his girl getting close to finishing.

“use your other hand to touch your clit for me, baby. do it slow just like i would.” jack told you, straightening up in the plastic chair that was too small for his large frame. he had to cover his obvious bulge with his free hand.

you resisted the urge to give yourself exactly what you needed, but you knew how jack would rub your clit teasingly slow, whispering in your ear teasingly until you came on his fingers.

“‘m really close, jack.” you whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly and trying your hardest to imagine jack was sitting between your thighs and not at work.

“yeah, baby? make yourself cum for me. i wanna hear you.” jack grunted deeply, biting his inner cheek as the sound of you getting closer to your orgasm reached down the phone.

the phone dropped from your shoulder when you reached your peak, lips parted with soft moan and hips stuttering into your own hand.

jack ended the call with the promise of making it up to you the second he walked in the door after his shift.

he walked out of the break room with his posture stiff and his hands covering his crotch. it didn’t take robby long to notice his friend was distracted.

“are you okay?” robby asked him with a raised eyebrow. “you look tense.” he commented. “i’m fine. just ready to get home.” jack grumbled, a light flush tinging at his ears.