#pervy!jack

They were supposed to be doing hand-offs, you know that thing he’s normally very diligent about, he had just barely walked through the doors of the hospital before he sees Perlah and Princess huddled together by the nurse’s station. Now this wasn't an odd sight by any means but the absolute shock on their faces was what slightly alarmed him to begin with. It apparently alarms Dana just as much because she is waking up to them alongside Jack, — “Whatever has you twos jaws damn near on the floor better be good” she scoffs softly. “Supposed to be trading off patients with night shift or better yet clearin’ beds” The mother hen Dana is as always keeping her pittlings in line.

Without another word, Princess spins her phone in her shock and there sits the photo that now almost has Jack’s jaw being the one nearly on the floor but he has to stay professional, even if he is looking at the most beautiful thing on earth right before his eyes. It looks to be an old professionally taken photo of you, all dolled up, hair done and you're wearing what looks almost like a nightie, it’s sheer and black and Jack thinks if he stares any longer he’s gonna have to change both his scrub pants and his underwear. Better yet or his heart is gonna give out from how damn hard it’s thumping against his chest.

Now Jack is by no means a prude but god does he really hope the whole PTMC and their mothers haven't seen you like this, he knows how fast the rumor mill runs with Princess and Perlah at the front lines.

“How- How um” he attempts to get out but his brain apparently can’t currently form any words, if he thought his little pathetic crush he had on you was bad before. It's worse, so much worse now. He thinks his heart is about to thump right out of his chest at the sight of you, the sight of you rounding the corner headed their way now in fact. Dana ever his savior chimes in. “Should the two of you have this picture? How did you get it anyway?” she questions a bit harshly.

“Princess” you hiss out at her as she spins her phone back hiding it in her chest. “You weren’t exactly supposed to show people” you explain and Jack swears he hears you mumble “Especially” as you nod your head his way. Perlah fades out of her own shock and begins arguing or scolding Princess in Tagalog, not that Jack understands any of it as they walk away. You let out a sigh and start explaining, “Uh yeah i sent it to her, I was complaining to Princess about rent and she mentioned her student loans and i told her that i sort of un conventionally paid my way through nursing school so i didnt have any and well” you gesture towards the two still arguing nurses going about their duties now.

Jack's mind is still on the photo as he stares at you, his eyes scanning your body. He can’t help his thoughts drifting to think of what kind of bra or panties you had under your scrubs, if they were lacey or just basic black, he prays lace. His cock doesn't seem to mind either option however as it twitches at the thought. He thinks he hears you and Dana talking back and forth but his brain is still not exactly working. “Gotta find Robby, hand-offs and all” he grumbles out a bit rough as he walks away in some direction, any direction that's away from you before he starts leaking in his boxers.

Which is about how it goes the whole rest of the shift. Him walking away from wherever you are, he works alongside you when you’re the assigned nurse but during down time if he can see you walking his way he’s spinning and walking whatever direction beside yours he can. You’re not stupid you notice he’s acting weird and avoiding you, you know it’s because of the picture, you think however it’s cause he’s judging you. What you don't know is, Jack goes home and by some miracle through internet snooping and stalking your following, he finds the photographer and furthermore his end goal — the picture, more than just one in fact.

If Jack fists his cock with the modeling pictures pulled up on his phone that morning he got home and subsequently that night before his next shift, well that's between him and the four walls of his apartment.

You were already ready to end Jack avoiding you by the next shift, pulling him aside in the ambulance bay before he could even walk inside, you had practically jumped out at him like a bunny he didn't have time to turn away.

“I didn’t take you of all people as the judgemental type Jack, I did what I had to pay my way through school” you start immediately ranting at him, his chest starts to ache as he registers the genuine hurt in your eyes as you are snapping at him. “Sweetheart-” he starts as if to explain himself but is cut off as you continue. “I don't appreciate you avoiding me and judging me because of it, I'm not proud of it but it happened and it helped, I would however appreciate you not telling anyone else” “Never” he responds quickly and gruffly, more jealously lacing his voice than intended. You nod and mumble “Thank you” as your tense shoulders drop, the fire leaves your body.

“I was never judging you honey i just-” he starts and stops shaking his head. “You what jack?” you prompt with a manicured hand on his forearm, heat flooding his face at the contact and what he has decided in the last few seconds he’s about to do. “It’s just I-” clearing his throat and looking up he starts again.

“I like you, a lot actually and seeing well you know only made it worse, never meant to make you feel judged” before you can let his confession sink in he’s speaking again in quick succession, because he’s scared to hear what he is expecting to be a rejection. “And I might as well ask ya’ now but will you let me take you out on a date sweetheart?” he braces himself for a polite no to leave your lips but instead they crash against his and so does your chest against his when you throw your arms around his neck.

He hums into the kiss in surprise but also in content as he kisses back, his eyes fluttering shut, slipping a hand around your waist and pushing at the small of your back to press your whole body against his. “This is a yes if you couldn’t tell-” “yeah yeah i got it baby” he cuts you off and deepens the kiss not ready to pull away just yet, his hands sliding from your waist down to grab a handful of your ass.

“Oh finally!” Dana exclaims as the sliding doors open, her words startling the two of you apart. “Knew i’d have to win one of these damn bet pools yet” She smirks and pats abbot on the shoulder and shoots a wink your way before heading off to the other end of the ambulance bay pulling out her lighter and cigarettes as she walks. Safe to say moment ruined but you and Jack turn back to look at each other and both erupt into laughs.

Jack's not as nervous on the date as he expects and he’s a perfect gentleman. Picking you up at the exact time he said, bringing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers that he definitely didn't learn when overhearing a conversation between you and Perlah. He opens the car door for you, even buckling you in with a kiss to your forehead before getting in his side, opening the door to the restaurant, one he picked because he knows they serve your favorite food. A fact he learned one night you were working a double and were starving, so you know a less weird way of learning something about you. But sense meeting you, Jack had succumbed to stealing all the little facts he could get about you in anyway he could.

The date goes perfect, even more than expected when Jack ends up spread out laid back on your albeit a little small for a man his size bed. All he was expecting tonight to get was a goodnight kiss, but this, you naked as the day you were born on top of him, is much, much better.

Jack’s just about if not more bare than you, His nice dress shirt, pants and boxers are discarded on your bedroom floor next to your pretty black dress and your lacy bra and panties (he did in fact sort of guess right, you wear black lace). His prosthetic is also off, not discarded but leaned up against your nightstand, when he sat down on your plush bed he groaned and rubbed at where it met his thigh and ever the observant girl you are you asked if it was bothering him. Jack, ever the man to avoid being a burden told you not much, you then offered to take it off for him. Who’s he to say no to a pretty girl pretty much asking to take off his pants?

Turns out he underestimated just how intimate it would feel to have you strip him of not just his clothes. He will admittedly deny tearing up slightly or excuse it as relief when you took it off.

“Jack~ you feel s’ good, fuck! S’ big” you moan out as your hips buck forward, your back arching when his lift up to meet you, his cock dragging against your velvety walls. “Fuck honey! You feel amazing holy fuck, youre already killing me here baby” he grunts out as his grip on your hips tightens, his eyes can’t chose between watching the way your face contorts in pleasure when his tip hits that spongey spot deep inside you just right or watching where your bodies are connected and gazing in awe at how your pussy is practically swallowing his cock. “She’s such a greedy thing baby, she's engulfin’ my cock and still aching for more huh?” he coos, bringing his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You clench down around him at the action and bounce even harder up and down his cock. “Wanted this- wanted you so long fuck!” he groans out as his head falls against your silk pillow below him. You hum out in a high pitch nodding your head as if to agree with him. “Ridin’ me so good honey” he coos. “Fuck- Jack im- m’ gonna cum” you whine out, your eyes screwing shut in pleasure as your hands reach down behind you, grabbing at his thighs, your hips speeding up. He speeds up his toying with your bundle of nerves and a smirk blooms on his face as a sneaky thought enters his head.

You're so blissed out on top of him that you miss one of Jack’s hands leaving your body and him leaning over to grab his phone off the nightstand. “Yeah honey? Gonna cum f’ me?’ he mocks softly using your whiney tone of voice, it has your hips faltering lightly as you get closer and your cunt clenching down on him harder. “Fuck- she’s milking me sweetheart, wan’ me to cum with you?’ he asks though he thinks he’s about ready to cum that second with how enthusiastically you nod your head before throwing it back, a mantra of yes’s spilling from your parted lips.

Lifting his phone just in time he takes a picture capturing your body and face screwed tight in euphoria as your high crashes into you.

“Cumming- m’ cumming- shit” you squeal out. “There we go honey, cum for me sweetheart, ive got you” he mumbled out in a soft tone as your legs started shaking lightly where they rested either side of Jack who isn't far behind you, his hips buck up against yours as your pussy squeezes his release out of him. Your hips rock against his softly as the two of you come down, his thumb slowly stopping the circles on your clit and coming to rest on the side of your thigh. You finally open your eyes to find Jack’s phone aimed at you, your eyes go a little wide with surprise. “Come on, model for me baby huh?” he coaxes, thrusting up into you as his cock is softening inside you, but gives a small twitch at the movement.

You squeal a little and giggle before doing a silly dramatic sexy pose on top of him by pushing out your bare chest and making a fake orgasm face. He takes the photo and another when you're mid giggle before striking another fake mid orgasm pose. “Oh sweetheart, I know that one’s fake, got the real one right here” he chuckles and flips his phone to show you the picture of you he took mid real orgasm. “Jack” you squeal and swat at his chest.