Jack Abbot who purrs “come on mama.. gimme one more..” while begging to knock you up again.

Jack Abbot who purrs in your ear while balls deep in mating position. “come on doll, one more mini abbot running around wouldn’t hurt…” his heavy balls pressing on you, you feel the weight of his words, “wanna fill you up and get you pregnant once that kid turns 3…”

Jack Abbot who gets shit from Robby and Dana and Ellis about how quickly you get pregnant again after the first baby. “brother- you gotta get off of her!” Dana jokes, making Jack give a smug smile and shakes his head.

Jack Abbot who absolutely kisses all over your baby belly and mumbles praise about how gorgeous you are. how you’re an absolute goddess among women when you’re pregnant with his baby.

Jack Abbot who mumbles “you’re my god given solace woman...” while lapping at your clit while you’re very extremely pregnant and due any day because he read about how sex can trigger early labor.

Jack Abbot who has that new dad walk when leaving the hospital. even with the prosthetic leg, the new dad walk is making you want to have as many babies as he wishes. he knew you loved that new dad walk and hoped he’d give that to you even with his light gait with the prosthetic which one worked in his favor.

Jack makes enough money to spoil himself 10 times over but he isn’t materialistic. he wears the same 10 pack of shirts he bought in bulk off amazon.

He’s got the “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.” mindset about his stuff. furniture he’s repaired and fixed countless times.

He became for lack of better word “Jack of all trades” when it came to fixing household stuff.

He’s got a washer and dryer that are going on 27 years. a fridge from the 70s he found off marketplace that he learned how to service himself. no need to pay a guy if he can learn how to do it himself.

Then he met her… sweet little 4th year. she mentioned barely making rent once and it make everything in his body crawl and scratch at himself knowing he could jump in and help her but he’s not sure he can. ethics and what not because he is technically her boss right? but when has Jack Abbot ever done things by the rules…

it starts with little gifts. small, sometimes meaningful.. other times not so much.

outings to diner after shift when she’s exhausted and barely able to stand but she needs food in her body to function.

Rigging PTMC secret santa so he gets her as his person to shop for.

one night. maybe 5am on a night they were both off work.. abbot was supposed to be deep sleep in his bedroom.

You toss a couple blankets over yourself for a noise barrier and break out the small bullet vibrator you keep in the bottom drawer of your side table.

Laying next to Jack who’s still in a deep sleep. call it revenge… you think as you click it on the first setting and start to tease yourself.

He shifts in his sleep, subconsciously getting closer to the body heat next to him. he moves his arm over to her waist. but his arm is blocked by your knee that’s pressed up by your chest on his side of you. It’s the first nudge in his direction that something’s happening without him.

He mumbles something in his sleep and shifts again, his hand landing on her hip. his fingers brush against bare skin where her shirt got pushed up, and Abbot freezes for a moment.

At the sound of the vibe shifting up a vibration setting Abbot’s grip on her hip gets a bit tighter. he shifts a bit again, his hand roaming a bit up to her ribs, his fingertips tracing along them. he’s always been bad at faking being asleep.

He smirks a bit as he opens his eyes when you mumble something about how long he’s been awake. he moves a bit closer to her. “long enough to hear how quiet you’re tryin to be.”

he closes the remaining distance between them so their bodies are pressed flush together. he takes in a deep breath against her neck.

jack has to work you open on his fingers. it starts with him just trying to get you ready to take him. but the moment you start creaming on his middle and ring finger he rests his forehead against your plush thigh and just watches you just drip down his fingers and palm.

moving only to taste you or stimulate your clit with his tongue. he loves when he sucks on your clit and he can feel your walls shuttering and clenching. when he can feel when you’re just about there.

sometimes you’re slick enough to ease in three fingers. the moment you get to squeezing around him again, he has to go back down to two so you don’t break his fingers.

jack will stay down there for hours just tasting and lapping and watching you just flood him. jack’s eyes are so loving and soft even looking at your pussy. he places soft kisses along your folds and your throbbing sensitive little clit when you’re too overstimulated.

“You gonna teach that to your kid?” that was a low bar, using the promise of a future to win an argument because he laughed at some misogynistic joke a friend of his made at the bar that night.

She had gone out to the bar with Jack and some doctor friends, one of the guys had a few too many and made a joke about ER Nurses: what’s the difference between an ED Nurse and a Porche?

Jack had let out a soft exhale through his nose, a polite laugh. nothing crazy, nothing egging on. but he didn’t shut it down either. it bothered you, and you’re not sure why. he’s ex-military he’s probably heard worse overseas. Maybe it was because you were a nurse yourself? maybe it was because you were the only women in the group.

Whatever the case it gnawed at you all night. jack didn’t drink much but she had a couple drinks. so jack insists on driving her car home. it’s just how he is. he likes being the one to drive. like it’s just his role… another old fashioned thing of his. but tonight it was purely situational.

The radio was on. she’s barely said two words before her question.

It makes him pull the car to the side of the road. he’s rare ever truly angry or yelling at you. he didn’t wanna be anything like his old man and his mom were.

He slams the car into park so hard the engine groans in protest, turning to face you with fire in his eyes—the kind of anger he reserves for perpetrators of spousal abuse who end up in the ER.

"Don’t." His voice cracks like a whip, "Don’t you ever drag that into this. That’s not how we do shit, and you know it." He sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, knuckles white on the wheel.

Jack takes a second and then quieter, rough around the edges "...You think I don't lay awake wondering what kinda world the future generation is gonna grow up in? What kinda man will be the example?" His jaw works.

“i’m just saying-” She says her voice losing the bass it had at the beginning of the fight.

He cuts her off, he’s tired of arguing tired of “and another thing”

“Well, maybe you don't got any goddamn right to say nothing! You ain't in my shoes, you don't know what it's like dealing with those assholes every damn day!" He's not yelling, not really—but he's close. He's breathing hard, chest rising and falling with angry breaths.

She jolts at that.. part of her was scared but part of her was kinda turned on by the display. Jack was so sweet and gentle and loving, you needed more but he was so awkward with dirty talk and being dominant sometimes with you.

He notices your reaction right away, his eyes darkening. It's like a switch has flipped, the argument draining the tension out of him. He looks at you, really looks at you, his gaze raking over your body as he tries to keep control. The car feels suddenly too small.

"...Are you getting off on this or something?" He murmurs, tone low and rough. A beat. He doesn't give you time to answer before he's leaning over the center console.

She kisses him harshly, needy and messy, moving to lean the seat and push it back so he has space to slot over her, “c’mere”

He can't move fast enough, shifting so that he's kneeling over you—caging you on the seat and kissing you again, hard. He can feel you trembling beneath him, and his heart is pounding. There's a feral kind of possessiveness in his eyes, as if he needs to touch you just to be sure you're real.

She mumbles hotly pressing needy open mouthed kisses to his neck as she tugs at his belt. “i can’t wait… Jack please-”

He doesn't respond, not with words—he's too busy kissing her, his lips moving down the column of her neck, teeth grazing over her pulse point. He moves his free hand up the inside of her thigh, his palm burning hot through the fabric of her dress.

She slides her dress to her torso, her pretty tits spilling from the cups, her lacy panties soaked.

His breath leaves him in a sharp exhale the second he pushes inside, that first stretch drawing a ragged groan from deep in his chest. His hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her still as he sinks all the way in—slow, deliberate, making sure she feels every inch.

"Fuck—look at you," he rasps, "taking it like you were made for me." His thumb swipes over the slight swell of her stomach where he’s pressed deep, his pupils blown black with want. He rolls his hips once—testing, savoring—before pulling almost all the way out just to slam back in with a filthy snap of skin against skin.

Her moan is loud enough to fog up the windows. Good thing this road’s deserted.

Her hand flies to the seat headrest holding on for dear life as his hips pound, all the way in. short couple of thrusts in quick succession then a long teasing stroke to make you feel every inch of his heavy cock.

He grins against her neck: he knows exactly what to do to make you fall apart. And he lives for it, the way you unravel beneath him.

"You like that? Taking every inch like a good girl, huh?"

His teeth tug at her earlobe and he's got a mean streak, knows how to make her desperate and needy.

"That what you wanted? Me taking you like this, right here where anyone could see…”

When Jack is pissy from arguing it spills into his dirty talk. mocking, cooing. he’s filthy and unashamably mean about his approach.

His grip tightens on her hips, fingers digging in as he fucks her with rough, punishing strokes—no mercy, just pure possession.

"Oh, now you're quiet?" he taunts between gritted teeth, "Thought you had so much to say earlier. Go on—talk." A particularly sharp thrust punctuates the demand.

But she can’t. Not when he’s like this. Not when his cock is dragging against every sensitive spot inside her until all that spills from her lips are broken whimpers.

He watches with dark satisfaction as she comes undone beneath him, his voice dropping to a rough murmur, "That’s what I thought."

She whines and arches, she opens herself wider, her leg up on the console between the passenger seat where they are the the drivers seat where he was before. “Fuck—Jack!” she whines.

It is as close to a full sentence she might get for right now.

He doesn’t let up—not when she sounds like that, not when her body arches like she’s begging for more without words. His hand slides from her hip to her throat, not squeezing, just holding. Just enough to feel the flutter of her pulse under his palm.

"That's it," he growls, "Take it. You wanted me pissed? Here I am." His thrusts turn erratic, deep and brutal—the kind that leaves her seeing stars every time he bottoms out.

And then he leans down, breath hot against her ear, "Gonna remember this next time you wanna pick a fight in the car."

Hearing his name fall from your lips like a prayer made his heart race. He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against yours as he fucked you harder. The car shook with the force of his thrusts. He bit your bottom lip, soothing it with his tongue. "Louder, baby... i don’t think i heard you..”

His voice drops to a rough, mocking purr as he watches her come completely undone beneath him—her chest flushed, her mouth hanging open in silent gasps that don’t quite form words anymore.

"Aw," he coos, "Lost your damn smart mouth already?" He punctuates it with a sharp snap of his hips that makes her legs tremble. “Thought you were gonna tell me all about what I should teach my kid—what happened to that big speech, huh?"

His hand slides down between them, fingers pressing just above where he’s buried inside her—taunting the sensitive swell of flesh there as she clenches around him. "Don’t stop now. C’mon… give me somethin'."

“Oh god—” She hissed, arching and clawing a hand down his back, needily pulling and tugging trying to get him fully sunk.

He chuckles darkly at her desperation, deliberately slowing his movements just to watch her squirm—just to feel the way she clenches around him like she’s trying to keep him inside.

"Pathetic," He murmurs, dragging his teeth over her collarbone. "Acting like you ain't the one who started this shit." His fingers tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp before he finally gives in and slams back into her hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs.

“Needta make me a mama Jack… wouldn’t I look so pretty?” she mumbles, she and Jack never really talked about it but the idea of having a kid with his freckles and curls and your sweet smile was all he could think about when he jerked off in the shower before working night shifts.

His hips stutter for one dizzying second, his mind suddenly overwhelmed by her words. She doesn’t know how much that does to him, doesn’t know how often the thought of her swollen with his child has him half-crazy.

He swallows—hard—and when he speaks a low, gritty note of need has slipped into his voice.

"Careful, princess… you don’t know what you’re asking for."

Oh but she does.

His heavy balls. she wanted to drain them into her, wanted him to never stop. with his stamina, he could cum over and over and still be hard. His orgasms were so intense also, it made him whine and gasp and shutter and fuck his hips impossibly harder into her. like anytime he cummed he was trying to get her pregnant on instinct.

He lets out a strangled noise—half-groan, half-swear—before his hips snap forward with brutal precision. The filthy sound of skin on skin is loud in the cramped space of the car, and he’s losing it faster than he wants to admit.

"Fuck—you feel that?" His voice is wrecked as his cock twitches inside her, "Gonna give it to you. Every last drop."

His rhythm falters as pleasure coils tight in his gut, but he doesn’t stop—can’t stop. Not when she’s clenching around him like this, not when she’s looking at him like she wants everything he has.

He cums so hard his vision whites out for a second.

He buries his face in her neck, breathing her in like he needs her to breathe. His heart is pounding, and he's not sure if he's ever felt more wrecked in his life.

"You… goddamn brat," he pants, pressing a shaky kiss to her jaw. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

She manipulates her pelvic floor to squeeze him softly, a party trick like his party trick to make his dick jump. she’s being greedy and she knows it but, why stop now?

He laughs—a rough, breathless sound—and nips at her earlobe. "Fuckin' hell." His hips roll lazily against hers, still buried deep as his cock twitches back to life inside her.

"Greedy thing," he murmurs, "Not satisfied till I’m completely empty?" His fingers trace the outline of where he’s stretching her, watching with dark satisfaction as she shudders beneath him.

Then his grip tightens on her hips again—ready to prove just how far he’ll go to make sure she gets every last drop.

She whines and nods, she wants it. she wants him drained inside her pussy. so full til his release pours over his shalf in overflow.

He knows exactly what he's doing to you. He knows how much you like it when he's rough, when he's mean.

"That's it, princess. So goddamn perfect, you just take everything I give you-”

She kisses back just as messily, they’ve been pulled off on the side of the road for hours now.

"Shit—" He glances at the clock on the dash, breath still uneven. His shirt’s half-unbuttoned, hair a wreck from her fingers. "We should probably... get home before someone reports us for loitering."