#jackabbotsmut

it was just like any other night. you layed tucked into your bed, the blankets enveloping you as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, half asleep as you waited for jack to get home from his shift. he'd always told you not to wait up for him, but you couldn't help it. you couldn't fall asleep without him.

jack came home to find you asleep with your phone in your hand, some random youtube video playing softly. he smiled softly at you, his girl sleeping so peacefully. he brushed his fingers through your hair, moving it out of your eyes. gently, he pulled the blanket that had been covering your nose off of your face, paranoid about your breathing.

you stirred in your sleep. "jack?" you whispered as you felt your phone being pulled away from your hand. "hi sweetheart" he whispered in the dark of the room, taking his scrubs off before throwing them in the hamper. he walked over to you, kissing your forehead in your sleepy state. "hi" you whispered barely awake, a gentle smile pulling at your lips. jack walked quietly to the bathroom to shower.

minutes later you were woke to the sound of the shower turning off. you opened your eyes to see jack, leaving the bathroom in just his towel. his wet skin was lit by the dim light, the fog of the shower simmering behind him.

jack layed beside you. you breathed in the scent of his fresh body wash, rolling towards him before tucking yourself into his neck. you placed a kiss to his skin. "hi sleepy" he whispered, wrapping you into his arms before pulling you closer. you were awake now.

softly, you peppered kisses across his neck and shoulders before moving to his lips. he smiled as you kissed him sleepily. "missed you" you mumbled into the kiss, your core already craving him. you moved your leg over his, softly moving against his thigh. he smirked into the kiss at the feeling of you trying to please yourself against him. "missed you too sweetheart" he spoke gently. the pads of his fingers grazed up and down the skin of your back faintly. "need me to help you go to sleep pretty girl?"

you whimpered at the nickname, nodding your head slowly as you looked into his soft eyes. his hands moved slowly to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he leaned over you. he kissed you deeply, dragging his hand to your core. you leaned into his touch as he pressed a finger to your clit. "so wet for me pretty" he whispered softly. he loved how responsive you were, how needy you were for him. you brought your hand to his dick, pressing into it, earning a soft groan as he continued to rub at your center. he dragged his fingers up and down your slit, all you could do was whimper as he kissed you slow.

"jack" you mewled. you needed him inside, needed him to fill you up. "i know sweetheart, i know" jack knew your body so well, knew from the way you leaned further into his touch that you were already needy for his cock.

he dragged your panties down your legs slowly. he looked into your eyes as you grew desperate for it. you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him to your lips again. you lifted your hips reflexively, pressing into him as he pulled you closer by your hips. you struggled to pull his boxers off in your hazy state, you pulled and pulled but you couldn't get what you wanted. he chuckled lowly at your desperation before taking them off himself. "please" you pushed yourself further into him.

"i got you sweetheart, i got you" he moved you to lay on your back. you whimpered at the feeling of him rubbing his tip up and down your slit, melting into the feeling as your core ached for him. steadily, he began pushing himself in. "fuck" you whined at the thickness of his cock. "fuck, just go slow"

"yea? want me to fuck you slow pretty girl?" he purred cockily. gradually he rocked himself into you, involuntary moans leaving his throat at the feeling of your wet pussy holding him so tight.

he fell into the heat of your neck, his soft noises in your ear as he fucked you nice and slow. you clenched around him, holding his shoulder as he filled you up so good. you bit your lip at the pleasure as he continued his deep thrusts, squeezing your eyes shut.

you squeaked as he gripped your hips harshly, pressing you into the mattress as he quickened his pace. he fucked you intently, his tip hitting that spongy spot in your core with every thrust. he pressed his hand into your stomach, pushing into your belly so you could feel every fucking inch. you soft moans sending shocks to his cock.

"gonna come for me? hmm?" he watched as your back arched off the bed as he continued rocking into you. you instinctively pushed at his stomach, the feeling of your impending orgasm sending shivers through your body. it was too much. his thick cock filled you so fucking good, you cried as he pounded into your hot pussy. "gonna come for me pretty girl?" you pulled a guttural moan from him as you came, your core pulsing around him was enough to send him over the edge. he fell into your neck again, his throbbing cock releasing inside of you.

fucked out, you mewled at the feeling of him pulling out slowly. a soft whimper left his throat as he watched the string of your mixed fluids connecting him to you. he layed down next to you, before turning to his side to face you. a warm smile crossed his face at the sight of you, breathing slow as you turned to lay in his chest, already asleep.

A whimper escapes your throat, hands twitching on your thighs. Jack’s sitting on your shared bed with his legs spread, your figure kneeling in between them, looking up at him with reverence reserved for only him during times like this. Your hands slip between your thighs, playing with the lacy trim of your panties. It was a new set, baby pink with a viewing window in the back. Seeing it fresh in the box reminded you of other places his thumb had been—

“Where’s that pretty head at, huh baby? You gettin’ distracted?” He drawled from above you, chin tilted down as his dilated gaze met yours. His rough fingers, caused by years of service and selflessness, grip your chin ever so slightly tighter, smearing the saliva spread against your lips down the side of your face as his thumb resumes its movements against your jaw, light strokes bringing your attention back to him. “That’s it, eyes on me, think about me, nothing else. Empty that pretty little head of yours and let me take care of you, okay?” You nod immediately, head leaning into his hold as his other hand moves to his zipper, a deep groan reverberating through his chest as he relives himself of the pressure caused by the tightness of his jeans around his crotch.

Your eyes dip down from his face to the bulge peeking out of his pants, clad in his boxers. You get a few seconds of admiration before the hand holding your jaw nudges your head back up, wanting your attention back on him. “You mind if i lose the leg, sweets?” You nod, breath heavy and tongue flicking out to wet your lips as you watch him, his forearms flexing, veins bulging out as his hand drops from where it was cradling your jaw to assist his other in shoving his jeans down. Your hands come out to from between your thighs to help fully tug them off, beating him to it as you softly reach for where prosthetic meets skin. His hands go back to the bed, tight black shirt shifting to reveal a sliver of his stomach pudge when he leans back to watch you.

“That’s it, help an old man out,” Jack murmurs as he watches you release his leg, or what’s left of it, from the prosthetic, leaning forward to grab the artificial appendage and place it on the floor on the other side of the bed. You lean forward, pressing a small kiss onto the scar, Jack’s eyes softening as he watches. “So sweet, so good to me.” The words leave his mouth with sweet adoration coating them, looking down at you with irises swirling with lovesickness and lust.

“Wanna suck you off, wan’ you to fill my mouth.” The pleads fall from your lips, sticky with desperation as you glance up at him, head leaning against his sinewy thigh, feeling the hair against your soft cheek. Leaving soft kisses as you trail your way up to where his cock was straining in his boxers as his thick hands move from beside him on the bed to cup your face, his thumb repeating its earlier movements as it brushes against your bottom lip. You drop your jaw open slightly to take his thumb into your mouth, suckling at the pad and whimpering at the faint salty taste it leaves on your tongue. Your actions pull a hearty groan from his lips as he slowly pushes his thumb in further, before pulling it out slightly and pushing it back in again, mimicking the movement his cock would be making in the near future. The tension between the two of you meets its peak eventually as his other hand moves to the back of your head, gathering your hair and using the thumb in your mouth to press down on your tongue, drool gathering at the entrance as he leans down and lets a glob of spit drop into your mouth, the string breaking once it meets your tongue. As he removes his thumb, you don’t hesitate to swallow down what he’s given you.

Roughly exhaling, Jack brings the hand with the thumb that was just in your mouth to his boxers, freeing himself. His grip on your hair tightens as you immediately keen forward, keeping you in place. “Ah- ah,” He tuts, lightly stroking himself. “Remember what i taught you, be patient and i’ll give you what you want.” A whine escapes your lips at that, the old man above chuckling at the reaction he’s pulled from you.

“Alright,” He mumbles, guiding the tip of his cock to your lips, lightly tapping it against them and watching the pre coating his mushroom top mix with the saliva on your lips, attaching them through thin strings of fluid. Impatient, you lean forward with the little give you have and suckle on the head, a deep grunt leaving Jacks lips with your action, but he doesn’t move to stop you.

You lave your tongue around his tip, swallowing down the pre that leaks into your mouth as a result of your devotion. Jack loosens his hold on your hair and gives your neck its full range of motion back, and you take the opportunity to sink your mouth further down onto him, taking him deeper and ignoring the watering of your eyes and the slight burn in your jaw.

“Ah- That’s it- Yeah sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” The praise burns hot in your belly, thighs clenching together as your hands grip his hairy thighs tighter. Breathing through your nose, you close the gap between his crotch and your lips, feeling the coarse hair brush against your nose.

“Fuck-“ Jack chokes out, hand tightening in your hair as you take his outburst as a sign to keep going, bobbing your head up and down and using the little room you have in your mouth to lick up against the underside of his cock, pressing against the familiar pulsing vein.

“‘m not gonna last long, sweets. My stamina- ugh- isn’t what it once was,” Jack groans, head tilting back and exposing his neck. You want to bite him, mark him up, leave a permanent reminder of yourself on his body for him to find later while you’re asleep, for other people to see and know that he’s taken. Your eyes flutter shut as you focus on the sensation of his tip hitting the back of your throat, ignoring the burning in your lips from the stretch and the soreness building as your jaw is held open. You swallow around him and trigger a series of events; Both his hands tangle in your hair, tugging you down to hold you close to his crotch as he groans and finishes down your throat, Jack’s own mouth dropping open slightly as his orgasm wracks through him. You swallow down as much as you can, a whimper leaving you when you feel his cum escape from your mouth and drip down your chin. Cock twitching in your mouth from the aftershocks of his mind numbing orgasm, he hurriedly pulls you off and his strong hands pull you up onto his lap before settling on your hips.

“So good, you’re so good to me. You did amazing baby.” He murmurs, licking up the cum that escaped and pressing his lips against yours, brushing his tongue against your lips, requesting entrance to your mouth. When you allow it, he groans once more, using his tongue to push the small amount of escaped cum back into your mouth, the salty taste mixing with saliva from both of you. Jack leans back, letting himself fall back on the mattress with you plastered against his front, rolling over so your back hits the mattress. His fingers trail down your sides, thumbs brushing against your hips before tugging at the waistband of the lacey pink panties he had bought you, and you had worn for him.

“Let me make you feel good, sweetheart”

an: so my first work guyz, not proofread at all… let me know what you think 😞😞 don’t be silent! like comment subscribe send asks mwah. remember to drink water and eat food and take ur medicine and a moment to breathe. also lmk if u want a second part where he ravages you.

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