early morning rush and panty stealing
summary: a loving morning between you and jack gets cut short when you have to rush to your shift, leaving your panties on the floor. jack simply can't help himself (wc: ~3k)
pairing: established relationship jack abbot x afab! reader (sorry no gn! reader this time...) warnings: smut, mentions of disability (abbot is a amputee), taking off the prosthesis, reader called "baby", jack referred to as "jackie" and "your old man" (allusion to age gap?), just being together and slowly getting to a blowjob, jack gets blue-balled a little, perv!jack, repeated use of the word “panties”, jerking off into used underwear without reader knowing, sending nudes a/n: first smut ive written for the pitt where a character gets to cum! yippee! that being said, jack does get left hanging for a bit ദ്ദി߹𖥦߹) trying to include jack's disability more overtly! i hope i did it some justice??? like im trying here folks </3 link to dividers i used made by @uzmacchiato the pitt masterlist
when jack got back home after a 14 hour shift, all he wanted to do was crawl under the covers, wrap his arms around you and fall asleep. and it mostly goes to plan. the lock clicks as he walks in and the house is quiet. sometimes you're up already, breakfast on the way, but if abbot remembers your hospital schedule correctly, you have the day off.
you're tucked under the covers, protecting your body from the early morning, autumn air. he sits on his side of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. stirring at the movement you turn to face him, calling his name.
he twists to see you, "sorry hon'... didnt mean to wake you"
groaning and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you move to hug him from behind, "'s okay... what time is it? how was your shift?"
stretching his back and limbs, jack kisses the top of your head, "just past 9. MVC happened during handovers so i had to stay a bit longer"
your eyes spark with a little more fervor as you awaken, leaning into abbot's side. such is a quiet mornings with jack, just soaking up each others' presence. "how's your leg?"
abbot makes a non-committal noise, almost refusing to answer. even after all this time together, he still puts up a brave face when he's in pain.
"did you even take any breaks?" you slink off his side of the bed and onto your knees in front of him. rubbing his knee softly, just above the prosthesis, energy not quite reaching your fingertips yet.
"busy"
"so few words this morning, jackie" maintaining eye-contact, you trail your hands up and down his leg, down his prosthesis. silently, you ask if you can help take it off.
your fingers find the trigger, hearing it click and release. you remove the sock that keeps the snug fit before moving the artificial limb to beside the night stand and grabbing some antibacterial wipes and lotion.
abbot places a hand on top of yours after you roll up his pant leg to wipe down the limb, "you don't have to"
shaking off his hands you shrug, "it's not a biggie..." you carefully massage the tension in the leg, easing any swelling, "anyways i want to."
minutes go by, just the slight chirp of birds leaking through the windows and the occasional car going past. abbot made sure when scouting for houses, that yours was off the main street. he leans back slightly, admiring you and stroking your head as you encourage blood-flow to his lower extremities.
for the strongest of people, it would be difficult to ignore the sight of the person they love on their knees in front of them. Jack is no different. its a slow build up. feeling you so close to him, the love and concentration you put into every circle of your thumb. the way your brows furrow slightly and eyes lock in. it's the same look he's seen you have when suturing.
your movements move up his leg, up to his hip, before finishing with pressure to his hip flexors, fingers dipping into the hollow part. "i think im getting better at this" you smile up at him.
jack groans at the sight of you, causing you to laugh, "or maybe not, what did i get wrong?"
"its not that... you just look so pretty like this." abbot's voice is huskier, "on your knees for me"
abbot feels the room get lighter at the shocked look on your face, the sunlight leaking in through the corners of the black out curtains.
"i cant believe you still have energy after a 14 hour shift," you comment as you see the slight tent in his pants. carefully, you graze a feather light touch over his crotch. "you want this jack?"
he nods, "yeah baby... you gonna look after your old man?"
you bite your lip in anticipation. one hand places pressure deeper onto where he needs you. the other hand pulling drawstring of his hospital scrubs loose before reaching into the fabric. carefully you stand up to whisper in his ear, "well Doctor Abbot, gotta reward all your hard work."
"fuck baby" abbot's hand moves to cup your face and turns his head to kiss into your neck, just under your ear.
"wanna lean back jackie? let me look after you..." one hand still trapped between his scrubs and underwear. you grip him through his boxers, feeling the heat just under your palm.
"just want to feel you baby" jack follows your instructions, leaning back slightly to look you in your eyes. one thing about jack abbot, his deep eye contact never stops. when he's cooking dinner, he can cut onions with precision while staring you down, or when he's two fingers deep in you, he loves to watch your reactions.
seeing the seriousness in his eyes, you relent, just grabbing a pillow for your own knees.
"take off your shirt" you mumble into his lips as you kiss him softly, sleep still evident on your tongue and exhaustion on his.
you can feel abbot's smile as you run your hand down the expanse of his bare chest. you give a firm squeeze to one pec as a warning.
you trail down his front and hook your thumbs into his waistband. With practiced ease, he plants his foot on the floor, and digs his elbows into the mattress to lift his hips for you. you’re able to drop his pants and throw them to the side.
sinking onto the pillow on the floor, you push jacks knees apart. Not quite giving his cock attention, you kiss his upper thighs and down his abdomen.
he almost growls when he feels air from your lips exhaling near his v line. Abbot takes one hand to stroke your hair as he leans back to watch you over the apex of his chest. he massages your scalp softly as you get used to being near his crotch again.
you breathe in his musk from a full nights work. something about him is still so clean and comforting. your hand comes back up from his knee up to his thigh again, repeating the action over and over again.
your fingertips graze a little too high and a little too inward and his cock twitches in your face. this kicks you in motion, licking your lips and dragging the wetness of your saliva up the side of his shaft to just under the head with just barely parted lips.
you roll your neck, moving to the underside and fattening your tongue to the tip.
"fuck... nice and slow, yeah you got it." jack doesn't pressure you to go any faster, letting you move at your own pace. his fingers just flex before relaxing back on your head. his thumb waves back and forth on your temple, making you flutter your eyes closed momentarily and your panties to pool with wetness.
jack keeps his eyes on you as your tongue circles around the head. looking up at him and holding his gaze, you take the tip softly in your mouth and letting it sit there for a moment. you wink at him, keeping levity in your actions and making jack chuckle softly.
you close your lips around him and lower your head. jack's other arm supports his upper body weight as he holds himself up with his elbow. when you vary your movements between bobbing your head and flicking your tongue against the sensitive head, he hits his forearm against the bed a couple times to control his urges to push your head down deeper. the thwacking noises of his slapping against the bed become dulled as he clenches his fist to try and regulate his breathing.
at times like these, abbot lets you take control. he never wants to rush you and after so long together, you both know each others tells too well. like the way jack's noises transition. when you first got together, he was so restrained. would basically stop breathing and choke on his moans. you used to have to remind him to breathe.
but now, he lets his breathy moans out. he's much more vocal now, communicating with you always;
"fuck yeah baby..." " just like that." "I know you can go a little deeper for me... that's it."
sporadically encouraging you as he gets closer. you kick your actions up a notch. saliva drips from where your bodies are connected, your mouth works overtime to lubricate the rest of his shaft. one of your hands finds rest on his lower abdomen for balance, and the other spreading the fluids at a constant pace.
jack's stomach under your hand starts to clench, toes begin to curl and brows furrow. the only time his eyes leave your form is when he is about to finish. you count the signs like a precursor to your reward, when-
a ringing cuts off your concentration and making you lose your calculated rhythm. abbot's eyes burst open as he's pulled out of his zone.
you pull your lips off his cock and huff. it bobs under the sudden, cool air and your breath, "yours or mine, old man?"
robby's name flashes up on jack's phone. looking over to the bedside table, abbot mutters, "can't they survive an hour without me... i was just there."
you used the hand on jack's good leg to push your body up and grab his phone, "jack's not coming in, robby. he only just got back home" you whine into the receiver and maintaining eye contact with your partner.
robby's voice comes is a little crackly on the other end, abbot's phone cracked from being dropped a couple times during his SWAT shifts...
"i'm looking for you actually. you agree to a cover, don't show up and your phone goes straight to voicemail?"
you're still before shooting up. jack's eyes follow your figure rushing around to your side of the bed and looking at your phone. it's dead. you must have fallen asleep watching a video. "shoot i'm so sorry robby, i'll be there in 20," then hang up on him before he has a chance to chew you out.
you chuck jack's phone back to him and pull off your pyjamas. you throw the flimsy fabrics in the same corner as you threw his earlier.
jack's cock bows at your naked body, a natural reaction if you asked him. leaning over where he sits on the bed, you kiss his furrowed brow, "sorry jackie, i forgot i said i would pull a double and cover mckay today. i'm already 3 hours late."
you quickly grab his crutches and lean them against his bedside table, "you'll be alright without me right?" months of being together and you still check in with him.
if you weren't both naked and your phone wasn't dead, you'd rush to take a photo of his face. the way his mouth is agape and neck tips forward with an incredulous expression before pointing down at his crotch.
you laugh as you pull out a fresh pair of scrubs to change into. "you're a big boy, i'm sure you've dealt with a hard-on before"
jack reaches over to grab your waist, rubbing his palms against the stretchy waist band, "when i have you, why would i?"
"hmm then get some rest before you're shift tonight... maybe come in a lil' earlier and i can take a break before my second shift, yeah?"
the house has become so quiet since you left. no dishes clinking together as you pack away the dishwasher, no music or random video playing in the background as you apply your skincare. jack itches to occupy mind without your little sounds making the house feel lived in, usually reaching for a police scanner. but it feels a little odd after a shift and an erection slowly starting to ebb away.
jack occupies himself by clearing up your shared spaces. he picks up his scrub pants that were thrown aside earlier.
your sleep clothes lie right next to it. he walks around on his crutches. and grabs the clothes with a mobility aid and sets them on the bed for easy access.
folding your clothes, jack sees your panties hidden underneath everything. the thin fabric is crumpled haphazardly, and it starts innocent. jack keeps looking at it while folding laundry because its not neat, not set out flat. it's just because he's slightly type a...
so he picks it up between his fingers. blood rushes to his cock so quickly he has to sit down.
the lace trim is sheer under his hold. he can basically see the curve of your ass and the way the fabric would hug you close. he rubs the high quality silk between his fingers. maybe its the idea that his card paid for something so intimate, or that the dainty fabric was so close to your cunt all night... but the intrusive thoughts win over.
jack's fingers circle down, the remnants of your arousal on the gusset runs cold and abbot shivers. you hadn't left that long ago. the wetness easily coating his thumb.
before he can second guess himself, jack brings that thumb to his lips. the leftover essence is nothing in comparison to juices straight from the source, but it's enough to open the floodgates.
he brings the panties to his face and breathes in deeply. dragging his fingers down his body, imagining your lips down his neck and across his chest. he can feel it so clearly, remnants from earlier in the morning still plaguing his mind.
his dick stands at attention, waiting for any kind of stimulation. lazing back onto the bed, jack drapes the fabric over his face so he can reach into your bedside table and grab some lube. he pumps the bottle twice, and shivers at the cold, almost slimy texture against his warm hand.
when jack's hand finally reaches down, he lets out a whimper. he focuses on the tip, just as you had this morning and wraps his fingers just the underside. the lube starts to heat up, a reminder of your mouth's wet heat... and he cant even bring himself to think about your cunt. his hand would be a poor imitation, if not an insult, compared to your pussy.
one hand on his cock, the other presses your panties closer to his face chasing your essence. abbot dips his tongue out, imagining your legs around his head. his hand over his nose reminds him of how his nose hooks against your mound.
jack had started with small flicks under the tip, but now stroked the whole length lazily. he's always more focused on your pleasure, but since you're not here, he can't pull countless whines from your throat before even thinking about himself.
jerking off with your underwear on his face definitely felt too quick for his liking, but also something shameful that made him want to cum faster. abbot speeds up his wrist movements.
he groans at fabric between his teeth, the panties starting to taste more like his spit than your juices anymore. in frustration, jack rips it away from his face.
sweat beads on abbot’s face as he glances at your panties. He’s played with the lace trim along the band so many times when he has you standing between his legs.
without missing a beat of his cock, Jack grips the underwear to his throbbing dick. He tries to think about when you let him rut against your clothed cunt, giving you a pussy job.
abbot thinks about your face twisted with want and how you begged for a little bit more and gasped when the head of his cock nudged your clit. He tries to imagine your panties soaked because of your slick and not because he’s sucked it clean until it’s only his saliva and lube imbedded in the fabric.
he can feel the silky soft texture contrasted with the slightly rough of the lace creating delicious friction.
Bucking his hips to chase the pleasure. “ahh~” breathy little moans as he approaches his high.
Jacks head feels stuffy, like his skull might explode if he even forms a single thought other than the command to cum. He becomes a man on a mission.
Not even 5 pumps of his hand and he’s filling in the lace trim with spurts his white sticky cum all over your panties.
His strokes become lazier again, riding out the high just like he would to keep a few extra moments connected to you.
Panting slightly on the bed he slowly removes his hand and lays there starfish style as his dick softens.
He only forces himself up at a jolt from the cold of the Pittsburgh mid-morning chill now that his cock isn’t covered by the heat of your panties, his hand nor cum.
Sitting on his side of the bed again, just as he had been this morning when you wiped his leg down and sucked him off, Jack feels a realisation of what he did.
He used your panties until they were now utterly soiled with his spunk, all while you were probably busy at the hospital.
Abbot sights as he uses the bedside table to help himself up, ready to thoroughly clean your panties, and put a fresh load of laundry in. although he’d be ready to put a fresh load in you too
his phone lights up with a notification. a message from you. a selfie of you and a half-finished coffee cup winking at the camera.
you: shen gave me the rest of his coffee! see you tn for ur shift <3 you: maybe we can steal an on-call room for like 30? ;)
abbot can feel his cock lift slightly at your message.
"fuck." he's known it for a while, but realisation that he is just so obsessed with you, that even a cute picture of you gets him turned on.
phone in one hand and he hangs the fabric now heavy with his cum over his cock with the other. he takes a picture. its downright sinful. jack's thick thighs in the background and thick cock in the foreground. there's some white still leaking from his tip, not using the panties to wipe down his cock that closely.
jack: [photo] jack: already made a mess for you jack: gonna need more than 30 minutes to repay you
