˗ˏˋjust what you want me toּ ֶָ֢.

monday

The wedding had come around far quicker than you expected.

Your best friend had been dreaming about this day since she was fifteen, long before there’d ever been a ring on her finger. She’d planned the dress, decided on the venue and even had opinions on the hors d’oeuvres that would be passed around on silver platters during the reception. By the time her fiancé proposed, she already had a guest list tucked away somewhere and at least three pinterest boards dedicated to centrepieces alone.

So, really, you shouldn’t have been surprised when she ran the wedding like a military operation.

As her maid of honour, you’d been promoted to second-in-command. There were group chats for every task, weekly coffee dates spent debating whether the invitations should be cream or ecru, despite the fact they looked exactly the same, and enough colour-coded spreadsheets to make a project manager weep with pride. She may as well have handed you a headset and started calling you Monica Gellar.

Not that you minded.

You happily accompanied her to cake tastings and offered diplomatic advice when seating plans threatened to reignite decade-old family feuds. Being maid of honour wasn’t just a title to you. It was a responsibility, and you intended to do it properly.

Still, even you had to admit she’d gone a little overboard when your phone buzzed with a notification announcing you’d been added to your seventh WhatsApp group.

bridesmaids x groomsmen 🤍

Apparently this one existed solely to pair everyone up before the wedding.

You frowned at the screen.

It wasn’t exactly as though you needed weeks of preparation to walk down an aisle beside someone. Surely introducing yourselves five minutes before the ceremony would suffice. Clearly not.

Five minutes later a lengthy message from Katy appeared...

hey all! we're only a week away from the big day, so you know what that means… time for matchmakers! 💍

i've dropped a list below of all you lovely bridesmaids and your corresponding groomsmen. i'm pretty sure most of you know each other already, but if not, pleeease make sure you have a chat before next weekend. i don’t want any awkwardness down the aisle!!!

love you all! xoxo katy 💋

A laugh escaped you. Trust Katy to treat introductions like another item on the wedding itinerary.

You didn't have to look far for your name, sat in bold at the very top with MOH next to it. Cute.

Your gaze drifted across the page to the name beside yours.

jack - BM

You frowned again. Katy had said everyone already knew each other.

You didn’t know a Jack.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you tapped on the name to open his contact.

Nothing. No profile picture. No status. Just a phone number and one solitary word.

Jack.

Helpful. You tilted your head at the screen.

“Who… are you?” you murmured to yourself.

For someone important enough to be the best man, he was remarkably mysterious.

You tried to think back to any mention of a Jack. High school? University? Work? Somewhere in passing over the years? But Katy and Matt collected friends wherever they went, the sort of couple who could strike up a conversation in a queue and leave with an invitation to dinner. Jack could’ve been anyone.

Eventually, you decided it wasn’t really your problem.

You’d introduce yourself before the ceremony, exchange the obligatory pleasantries, walk down the aisle together and that would be that.

Your phone buzzed before you’d even set it back down.

An unsaved number. Curiosity won.

Hi. Katy’s orders. Apparently we’re supposed to become friends before next Saturday?

I’m Jack

A smile tugged at your lips.

wow… you’re real

The reply came almost instantly.

Jack:

Last time I checked

Although Katy’s got enough spreadsheets to convince me we’re all just NPCs in this wedding

A laugh escaped you.

So, he was funny.

You saved his contact, half expecting a profile picture to magically appear. But nothing. No photo. No status. Just Jack.

The mystery lived on.

honestly, maid of honour duties are keeping me up at night 🫩

Jack:

Can’t say Matt’s got me working quite as hard. Guess I lucked out?

if u fancy swapping the suit for a bridesmaid’s dress, i'm sure we could come to some sort of arrangement...

Jack:

I’m in.

You smiled to yourself.

As first conversations went, this one was surprisingly easy. There was none of the awkward small talk Katy had clearly been trying to avoid. Instead, every message seemed to slot another tiny piece into the image you’d started building in your head.

Funny. Quick-witted. Entirely faceless.

so… how do you know matt anyway?

bit surprised i've never heard of you before today, considering you’re the best man

A typing bubble appeared and disappeared.

Then came his reply.

Jack:

Ouch. That stings a little

You grinned.

Jack:

Kidding. Honestly, I was surprised too. Thought his brother would’ve got the gig

Another pause.

Jack:

I’ve only known him a couple of years. Helped him out after he had that accident a while back

You frowned at the screen.

That accident.

That was one way of putting it.

It's been a horrific three-car pile up. Matt had been trapped behind the steering wheel while emergency services fought to free him. He’d spent weeks in hospital recovering, and afterwards Katy never stopped talking about the guy who’d pulled him from the wreckage, kept him alive until the ambulance arrived and refused to leave his side.

She’d called him a miracle more than once.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

wait

you're that guy

There was a brief pause before his reply arrived.

Jack:

That guy?

the guy who literally stopped matt from dying

Jack:

Guilty as charged

You stared at the screen for a moment.

Well that certainly explained the best man title.

From everything Katy had told you, Matt had made a point of staying in touch after he recovered. What had started as gratitude had slowly turned into an unlikely friendship, one that had clearly become important enough for Jack to be standing beside him on his wedding day.

jesus didn't realise i was texting a real-life hero

His reply appeared almost immediately.

Jack:

Not a hero. Just a doctor :)

It should’ve sounded unbearably cheesy but instead, it was somehow the most impressive thing you’d heard all week.

Another piece of the Jack-shaped puzzle quietly clicked into place.

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tuesday

You woke early the next morning, rolling over to savour the last few peaceful minutes before your alarm dragged you into the day.

More out of habit than expectation, you reached for your phone.

No new messages.

You weren’t sure why that disappointed you.

Last night’s conversation with Jack had been… nice. Surprisingly easy. The kind of conversation that left you smiling at your screen without really noticing.

You slipped your phone back onto the bedside table and got on with your morning, went to work and about your business.

By 10:30, you’d almost forgotten about it.

Then your phone buzzed.

Jack:

Morning

A second message followed almost immediately.

Jack:

Just remembered we’re supposed to spend an entire day together on Saturday

A smile found its way onto your face before you’d even started typing.

bit late to back out now…

His reply came within seconds.

Jack:

Shame. I was hoping you’d be unbearable so I’d have an excuse

You huffed a laugh.

give me time x

The tiny blue haha reaction popped up above your message.

Well. At least he appreciated your sense of humour.

Jack:

I was going to say… we’re spending a whole day together and I don’t actually know much about you

You have my story

hardly!

Jack:

Well the important bits

You rolled your eyes.

what, that you’re a doctor who saves lives? very impressive but limited I'm afraid

i'm going to need more than that

Jack:

Alright then. What do you want to know?

You didn’t even have to think about it.

first celebrity crush. fave drink. best holiday you’ve ever been on. go

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.

Jack:

Sounds less like getting to know each other and more like you’re preparing for one hell of a date...

Heat crept into your cheeks despite yourself.

answer the questions!!!

Jack:

Sarah Connor

Saw Terminator at the cinema when I was about ten and thought she was the coolest person on Earth

You blinked. That wasn’t the answer you’d expected.

Jack:

Bourbon. I know, I’m painfully predictable

And Italy

Most beautiful place I’ve ever been

You smiled as you read each message, the puzzle coming together piece by piece.

Jack:

Your turn.

afraid i have a meeting now

you'll have to wait 🤗

Jack:

You're a cruel woman

By the time your meeting finally wrapped up, you’d forgotten all about your unfinished interrogation.

It wasn’t until you collapsed onto your sofa that evening, kicking your shoes off with a sigh, that your phone lit up once again.

Jack:

Right

I’ve waited long enough

Pay up

You frowned at the screen for a second before remembering.

Oh. The little Q&A you had going on before you had to slip off to work.

A grin spread across your face as you unlocked your phone.

demanding, aren’t we?

Jack:

I’ve been told patience is a virtue

Unfortunately I work in an emergency department, so mine’s been worn dangerously thin

You laughed.

fine 😤

celeb crush… orlando bloom but specifically POTC orlando bloom

His reply arrived before you could even start thinking about the next answer.

Jack:

The fuck is POTC? Did he have an illness?

You snorted.

pirates of the caribbean you idiot

😭😭😭

Jack:

Jesus I'm old

Anyway, next

...... wow

fave drink spicy marg, a classic?

then best vacation probably greece

went to a tiny island, all white buildings and clear ocean it was unbelievable

A minute passed before another message appeared.

Jack:

You strike me as someone who plans a vacation down to the minute....

You frowned.

excuse me?

Jack:

Colour coded itineries, packing half your closet, arriving to the airport four hours before your flight?

You stared at your phone in mild offence.

who have you been talking to?

Jack:

No one...

Lucky guess?

You were almost annoyed he had you figured out already.

three hours early

and the itinerary is only to get the most out of the vacation

everyone is grateful for it ok

A blue haha appeared over the middle text.

Jack:

Knew it

alright then, mr knows absolutely everything

tell me something about yourself i couldn’t POSSIBLY guess

The typing bubble must have stopped and appeared ten times before finally-

Jack:

I’ve never seen Titanic

Woah too far. Is this a red flag?

get out

Jack:

Never seen Star Wars either

i don't care about that one but titanic ???

where have you been

your name is literally jack did people not taunt you in the 90s

Jack:

They did and that's exactly why I haven't seen it

Fuck that movie, I've heard there was more than enough room on that door

The conversation drifted on from there. You told each other all the important stuff: Jack's first concert was Pearl Jam, the story where you totalled your first car at seventeen, how Jack is a military man but has a deadly hatred of fish.

You'd laughed hard at that. He got you back when you confessed once peed your pants at a Dairy Queen over the age of twenty. He asked for more details and you obviously declined.

Before long, another hour has passed. It felt strange, the idea that you were getting on so well with this man after a mere two days of texting.

You’d never met him.

You still had no idea what colour his eyes were, whether he was tall or short, whether he gestured when he talked or smiled with dimples or laugh lines.

And yet, somehow, the faceless contact labelled Jack was becoming the person you found yourself looking for whenever your phone buzzed.

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wednesday

T-minus four days until the wedding of the century.

When you’d first started texting Jack, it had been because Katy insisted the bridal party got acquainted before Saturday but now, neither of you had mentioned the wedding once.

Your phone buzzed just after seven.

Jack:

Morning

Hope your coffee’s better than mine...

A photo followed. The paper cup balanced on the nurses’ station looked as miserable as the coffee inside it probably tasted.

You laughed to yourself before replying with a picture of your own mug. Unlike his, yours was pink with little blue flowers painted around the rim.

Jack:

Much better

Jealous already

You didn’t know it, but Jack found himself smiling at his phone before he’d even looked at the mug. Instead, his eyes had landed on your hand wrapped around it, the neat manicure and silver rings on your fingers, the tiny glimpse into the life of someone he’d somehow become accustomed to talking to.

Wednesday slipped by in the same easy rhythm the last couple of days had settled into.

You learnt that Jack worked nights, meaning his first message usually arrived just as he was finishing his shift. Every morning you’d remind him that drinking coffee immediately before bed was a terrible idea.

Every morning he’d ignore you.

When you sent him a photo of the sandwich you’d picked up from the deli opposite your office, he told you it was his favourite lunch spot whenever he found himself nearby.

Later that evening, he sent a picture of his dinner.

The logo in the corner of the takeaway bag made you laugh.

no way. that's my favourite thai place!

Jack:

Good taste

i'd say the same to you

It was strange how often your lives seemed to overlap. Favourite cafés and the same takeaways. The same terrible habit of skipping lunch when work got busy.

None of it was particularly significant on its own, but each little coincidence felt like another thread quietly weaving the two of you together.

By the time evening rolled around and Jack was on shift, his messages became less frequent.

You understood that and yet you caught yourself glancing at your phone more often than you cared to admit, almost expecting it to light up.

It didn’t.

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thursday

By Thursday morning, reaching for your phone before you’d even opened the curtains had become second nature.

Usually, Jack beat you to it.

Today, he didn’t.

You decided to take advantage of the rare opportunity.

had the most boring evening last night because SOMEONE decided not to text me

You hit send before you could overthink it. Thirty minutes passed before your phone buzzed.

He was probably drifting in and out of sleep after another night shift.

Jack:

I can only apologise

Think half of Pittsburgh decided to walk into the ED last night

Your smile softened. It was easy to forget sometimes.

Over the past few days, Jack had become the man who complained about hospital coffee, debated which movies were actually classics and spammed your messages with a whole lot of Hahas.

Then he’d casually remind you that his day (or night) job involved keeping people alive.

It was… admittedly rather attractive.

suppose i'll forgive you

The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.

Think it means I owe you a drink?

You grinned.

at the free bar on saturday?

don't spend all your doctor money on me sir

Jack:

I wasn’t actually thinking about the wedding...

Your thumb hovered over the screen as you read the message again.

And then one more arrived.

That’s assuming you don’t hate me in person

If you don’t… I’d quite like to take you out properly

You stared at the words for a moment longer than you’d care to admit.

A week ago, Jack had been nothing more than a name in a WhatsApp group and now, somehow, the thought of meeting him had you smiling at your phone like an idiot.

Then you realised you hadn't replied.

The truth was, you didn’t know how.

One minute you were debating favourite vacations and celebrity crushes, the next Jack was talking about taking you on a date. It wasn’t exactly the direction you’d expected the conversation to take with a man you’d only known for four days and only through a phone screen.

Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. You typed then deleted it. Tried again and deleted that too.

Eventually, you settled on the approach that seemed to define the two of you best.

Light-hearted sarcasm.

bold of you to assume I’m even going to like you in person?

Jack:

I’m choosing to ignore that

A smile tugged at your lips.

you should x

Jack:

Good

Because I’d already started thinking about where I’d take you

You let out a quiet breath, suddenly very aware of the warmth spreading across your cheeks.

Before you could dwell on it too much, you steered the conversation back onto safer ground.

you're terrible at this flirting thing you know

Jack:

Who said I was flirting?

oh pleeeease

Jack:

Fine

Maybe a little

You spoke again that evening.

Jack was already back at work when another photo dropped into the chat. This one from the ambulance bay.

Darkness had settled over the hospital, the glow from the automatic doors spilling across the wet tarmac outside. He wasn’t in the picture, not really, but when you looked closer you caught the faintest reflection in the glass.

Just enough to make out the outline of his figure standing with one hand in his pocket.

A flash of metal hung around his neck, catching the fluorescent light. His stethoscope, you assumed.

looks exciting!

Jack:

Don’t jinx me

sorry

hope your evening is full of stubbed toes and minor headaches

A blue Haha reaction appeared before his reply.

Jack:

That’s oddly specific

i'm just trying to manifest an easy shift for you

Jack:

Much appreciated

The conversation drifted on long after that, jumping from one meaningless topic to the next any time he managed to sneak a break with his phone.

The last thing you sent him that night was a rambling commentary on the sitcom he’d admitted to watching whenever his head was too fried after work to concentrate on anything else.

You’d finally given it a go and apparently it did the trick.

You never saw his reply.

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friday

You’d booked the day off months ago.

Between the salon appointment, packing an overnight bag for the wedding hotel and making sure everything at work had been handed over before the weekend, there was plenty to do.

For the first time all week, you let yourself sleep in.

It was nearly nine thirty when you finally reached for your phone to see two unread voice notes from Jack. Both sent at 7:16 a.m.

A smile found you before you’d even pressed play.

Voice message (0:12)

“Just driving home from the hospital. Figured this was easier than texting…”

“You can thank me later for recommending that sleep-inducing TV show.”

You could hear the quiet hum of the engine beneath his voice, punctuated every now and then by the steady click of his turn signal.

For a moment, it felt strangely intimate. Like you were sitting in the passenger seat beside him.

The second voice note was even shorter.

Voice message (0:15)

“One more thing…”

There was a pause, as though he’d almost forgotten.

“Hope you’re wearing comfortable shoes tomorrow.”

You heard him laugh quietly to himself.

“Matt sent me the wedding playlist. I'm definitely stealing you for a dance.”

You replayed that one. Then, before you could stop yourself… you played it four more times.

You texted him back to tell him your heels were six inches high, but you’d endure the pain for him.

There was no reply.

Jack was almost certainly asleep by then, finally home after another night shift, so you slipped your phone into your bag and got on with your day.

There was plenty to keep you occupied.

You packed your overnight bag, headed to the salon for your hair appointment and fielded what felt like a hundred phone calls from Katy, each one another last minute check to make sure everything was exactly as she’d imagined.

Not that there was even much left to organise.

By that evening, you’d checked into the hotel where the bridal party would be staying. Tonight was reserved for celebratory drinks; tomorrow morning would begin before sunrise with hair, makeup and enough champagne to calm eight nervous women before the biggest day of Katy’s life.

Jack, meanwhile, slept through most of the afternoon and thankfully had the night off.

The last thing you wanted was for the best man to arrive straight from the ED looking as though he’d survived the apocalypse.

Matt had organised beers with the groomsmen instead, the plan being for them all to arrive fresh or fresh enough on Saturday morning.

Tomorrow.

The thought made your stomach flutter and now because of the wedding. Tomorrow, you’d finally see him. The anticipation was equal parts exciting and terrifying.

Your phone lit up later that evening.

Jack:

Think I’ve had enough sleep to last me a lifetime today

Consider my wedding prep complete

From your hotel room, you snapped a quick picture of your fresh manicure wrapped around the handle of your overnight bag.

mine too!

A moment later a little pink heart appeared on the picture and you paused. He’d never reacted to one of your pictures before.

Jack:

Is it crazy to say I’m really excited to see you tomorrow?

Your heart gave an inconvenient little flip even though you wanted to play this cool.

i have that effect on people

A few seconds passed before you sent another message.

but seriously… i'm excited to see you too

i's say we’ve followed katy's orders pretty well. hopefully we know each other well enough to survive walking down the aisle together

Somewhere along the way, you’d both forgotten this conversation had started because someone else told you to.

An hour later, you found yourself surrounded by six bridesmaids and one very emotional bride.

The hotel bar buzzed with conversation as spicy margs appeared one after another, glasses clinking together in toast after toast.

To Katy. To Matt. To the years that led them here.

Stories were shared, embarrassing memories dragged back into the light and every so often Katy dabbed at the corners of her eyes before insisting she absolutely wasn’t crying.

You were having a wonderful time.

Even so… your phone remained face up beside your glass.

Every time it lit up with Jack, you found yourself smiling before you’d even read the message.

You spent the evening updating each other from opposite sides of the wedding.

He complained about the groomsmen and you sent him photographs of increasingly chaotic bridesmaids.

He rated the beers. You rated the cocktails.

By the time midnight rolled around, you’d both had enough drinks that the conversation lost some of its usual sarcasm.

A new message appeared.

Jack:

There’s something I should probably tell you before tomorrow

Your smile faded.

Jack:

It’s always the awkward part of meeting someone new… but I’d rather you heard it from me than saw it

A knot tightened in your stomach. Your mind immediately leapt to every worst-case scenario imaginable. Secret girlfriend. Children. Something that would make the last week feel very different.

You swallowed.

okay…?

The typing bubble lingered for a long time.

Jack:

You know I was in the military. Two tours overseas

Well… I was medically discharged after I lost my leg

It’s amputated below the knee

I get around fine, but I limp if I’ve been on my feet too long

I just didn’t want tomorrow to be the first time you noticed

You stared at the screen. For reasons you couldn’t quite explain, your eyes stung. Not because it changed anything but because it didn’t.

You wished, more than anything, that he wasn’t several miles away.

jack :(

if you think that’s going to make me like you any less, you’ve got another thing coming

thank you for telling me. i can’t imagine that’s an easy conversation to have with someone you’ve only just met

if anything… i think you’re even braver than i already thought ❤️

His reply came almost instantly.

Jack:

First of all…

We’re not strangers anymore

You smiled.

Jack:

Secondly…

If I’d known losing a leg was worth a red heart, I’d have mentioned it on Monday

The laugh escaped before you could stop it and a few heads turned around the table.

“Sorry,” you grinned, quickly setting your phone face down. "Carry on.”

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saturday 💍

You were awake before dawn.

Champagne flutes filled, music drifted through the bridal suite and someone was already laughing before hair and makeup had even begun. Katy was first in the chair, as she’d insisted, while you floated between topping up glasses and making sure everyone had actually eaten something.

When she finally stepped into her dress, the room fell quiet.

You’d seen it at every fitting, pinned and clipped and half-finished, but nothing compared to seeing it now.

Pearls scattered delicately across her collarbones, the corseted bodice cinching perfectly at her waist before falling into a lace train that seemed to glide across the floor behind her.

For a moment, all you could do was look at your best friend.

“You are absolutely not crying before I walk down that aisle,” Katy warned, catching your expression in the mirror.

You laughed, blinking quickly.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m… emotional.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately.

“You’re going to ruin your makeup before I ruin mine.”

The bridesmaids slipped into sage green dresses that morning, soft satin catching the light as everyone fussed over zips, earrings and bouquets. Yours skimmed perfectly over your figure, the colour making your eyes appear brighter than usual.

The morning passed in a whirlwind and you barely looked at your phone. There simply wasn’t time.

Somewhere amongst the chaos, Jack arrived with the other groomsmen an hour before the ceremony, but the two of you remained on opposite sides of the hotel.

The calm disappeared as bouquets were handed out and the mother of the bride burst into tears.

As maid of honour, you became the unofficial shepherd, ushering everyone towards the courtyard before anyone had the chance to wander off.

Only when everyone was lined up did you finally stop moving.

You straightened Katy’s veil one last time, adjusted a bouquet and took a steadying breath.

A quiet cough sounded behind you.

“I’m looking for the maid of honour.”

The voice was instantly familiar. Youturned.

Oh. So this was Jack.

Silver threaded through dark hair, a perfectly tailored suit sitting effortlessly across broad shoulders, the sage green pocket square matching your dress exactly. A dusting of stubble framed a smile you’d already decided was dangerous.

He looked every bit as confident as he sounded over text. Maybe more.

His gaze met yours with unmistakable recognition, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flip.

“Heard I’ve got the best seat in the house,” he added. “Walking down the aisle with her.”

You smiled before you even realised you were doing it.

“Ah… my mystery man.”

Stepping towards him, you extended your hand.

“Nice to finally meet you.”

He looked at your hand, then back at you, a grin spreading across his face.

“I think we’ve earned more than a handshake.”

Even so, he took it. His hand was warm.

“Pleasure’s all mine.”

Before either of you could say another word-

“Places!” Katy’s wedding coordinator clapped her hands and everyone hurried into position.

Jack offered his arm without a word and you slipped yours through it instinctively before instrumental version of Bittersweet Symphony floated through the speakers.

You glanced sideways.

“Very Katy.”

He chuckled. “I was thinking exactly the same thing.”

Then the doors opened and you stepped forward together.

Petals lined the aisle, every familiar face turning to watch as you walked towards the ceremony.

Halfway down, Jack leaned in ever so slightly.

“And she thought this was going to be awkward.”

You laughed under your breath.

“Shows what she knows"

The ceremony passed in a blur.

You watched Katy and Matt exchange vows through misty eyes, smiling as Jack stepped forward to hand over the rings.

Every so often, you’d glance across the altar.

Every time, his eyes were already on you.

Then the reception arrived in a flurry of hugs, photographs and champagne.

You barely saw Jack for the next hour.

There were veils to collect, makeup to fix ans guests to direct. Only once everyone had settled into the reception room did you finally escape to the bar.

“Spicy margarita?”

You turned and smiled.

“You remembered. Bourbon?”

His smile widened. “You remembered too.”

The bartender slid both drinks across and for moment, neither of you spoke. You simply looked at each other.

“So?” Jack asked eventually.

“So?”

“Does the mystery man live up to expectations?”

You pretended to think about it.

“The jury’s still out.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Fair.”

“And what about you?”

He took a slow sip of bourbon.

“I think she’s even better than I imagined.”

Heat crept into your cheeks. Thankfully, the music swelled before you had to answer.

Jack set his glass down.

“Come on.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Dance floor.”

“Bossy.”

“So I’ve been told.”

You laughed and followed him anyway.

The song wasn’t anything special, just another upbeat wedding classic, but somehow that didn’t matter.

His hand settled carefully against your waist as yours rested on his shoulder. Your fingers intertwined.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” he admitted.

“What? The questionable DJ?”

His smile softened. “No.” His eyes held yours.“You.”

The word settled somewhere hot in your belly.

“You must’ve had a very quiet week.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know.”

He smiled again.

“I still meant it.”

You looked away, suddenly fascinated by the fairy lights overhead.

“You’re a good dancer.”

“I practised.”

“You practised?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t want to let you down.”

His thumb brushed absentmindedly against your waist and you felt your heart responde immediately.

Everything around you seemed to fade into the background. The music, conversations, clinking glasses.

There was only him.

His eyes drifted to your lips before meeting yours again. You smirked when you caught him.

“You’re even prettier than I pictured.”

Your breath caught.

“I could say exactly the same about you.”

He laughed quietly. “Best compliment I’ve had all month.”

Several songs later, applause interrupted as speeches were announced.

Reluctantly, you left the dance floor as champagne appeared in your hand and guests settled into their seats.

Then, without a word, warm fingers slipped between yours. You looked down. Jack gave your hand the gentlest squeeze before nodding towards the hallway.

Questioning, you followed.

The noise faded with every step until only distant laughter filtered through the closed doors behind you.

He stopped, turning to face you.

“Jack…” you whispered. “What are we doing? Katy’s going to come looking for us.”

He took one small step closer.

“I’ve wanted to do something for a while.” His eyes dropped briefly to your lips. “I just couldn’t do it in there.”

Your pulse hammered. “Yeah?”

His smile was almost imperceptible.

“Yeah.”

Jack closed the distance between you, soft lips grazing yours in a kiss that felt both so gentle and hot. His thick hands snaked around your waist, pulling your body in and he almost gasped when your fingers found his curls.

He pulled away slightly, forehead resting against yours, lips stained with the pale blush of your gloss and you could've sworn you heard him utter an almost silent fuck under his breath.

"Been thinking about that for too long." He confessed.

"So since Wednesday?" You jibed.

He shook his head, laughing softly.

The main doors burst open, music flooding the hall again.

"We better get back." You didn't want to. You could've stayed here all night with Jack, savouring his taste.

He reluctantly agreed, following you back inside.

The wedding was everything Katy had imagined it to be yet it had been even better for you.

Everyone grew drunk and leery, the music became more danceable and empty shots lay littered across white table cloths.

It was around 1am when Jack walked you to your room. You were tipsy, not drunk, swaying nicely through the hotel lobby with your heels hooked through your fingers.

You stood side by side in the elevator, watching the floors pass in silence, the brush of his arm against yours covered them in goosebumps.

Then you were there, outside your hotel room, fishing for the plastic key strewn into your clutch bag. The door flashed green as you swiped, pushing the handle to open it just a crack.

After everything you'd learnt about Jack, the thing that stood out the most was his chivalry. The true definition of a gentleman. He walked you up here without even a hint at wanting to come inside, no matter how much he hoped you'd ask.

You stood, lip bitten, studying his face with such intent.

Then you kissed him again. This time different to downstairs, hotter and messier, you gripped his shirt until your knuckles paled. Even then, he didn't push you into the room, letting you lead, looking into your eyes for acceptance when you pulled away.

"Need you to come inside." You panted. "Please."

You didn't have to beg, he thought it sweet that you did anyway.

Then you were walking backwards, lips locked, until your calves hit the bed frame and you fell back to sit. Jack towered over you, his hand rising to cradle your face, thumb sweeping from your jaw to bottom lip.

"Beautiful girl."

You sucked his thumb into your mouth, hand lazily draped around his wrist as you pushed it in further. "And a dirty one too." He half laughed before his mouth fell open, watching you work your tongue.

You pulled it out with a pop. He was hard against his trousers, you could see that. Thick outline straining against the material and he jolted into your touch when you started to rub your palm right where his cockhead was.

"Fuuuuck," his head fell back despite your touch being so gentle. You wondered how he'd react when you took him in your mouth.

"Can I?" You whispered, hand tugging at his belt buckle.

He nodded, eyes dark, pupils blown.

You made short work of it, pulling the buckle open to release the buttons and slowly draw down the zip. His shirt was untucked and you could see the light dusting of hair leading south. Suddenly you were aware of the slickness between your own legs.

You freed him from his boxers, a little taken aback by the size of him, swallowing thickly as he stood in front of you. Hard and girthy, tip reddened from your teasing.

With a few slow strokes, you leant into him, tongue darting out to lick the head. His hips jumped, hand in your hair as you took your time. Your tongue trailed down his shaft, swirling the precum away. Saliva fell from your lips and you coated him entirely before taking his cock in your mouth. You held him at the base as you adjusted to his size.

"Jesus Christ baby," your head bobbed slow and deep. "Want me to cum right now? Fuck." He laughed weakly, fist tightening in your hair when he felt the back of your throat tighten around him.

You moaned at the feel, a gargled noise vibrating against skin before you sped up. He tasted so good and filled your mouth completely. You got so carried away, getting your throat fucked he had to pull you off.

"Not gonna cum in your mouth the first time baby," he panted. "Need to feel you properly."

It was the best sex you'd ever had. He undressed you so tenderly, peeled away the sodden panties, not before bringing them to his face, taking all of you in. Fingers danced over your slit, spreading your wetness until your pussy was shaking for something more.

"Jack!" You gasped when strong hands hooked under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

His tongue found your clit with ease, licking clean circles so tightly you were panting his name and practically humping his face. You came at the first feel of his thick fingers inside you, he'd worked you so good and proper with his tongue that all it took was a deep curl of his middle finger to send you reeling, back arched, heels dug into his back.

He gave you a minute to come round, hands stroking your thighs, wandering over every inch of skin.

"That was so good baby," he cooed. "So fucking good."

"Need you to fuck me," your breaths were still shallow and hard. "Please Jack, need you inside me."

How could he refuse?

"I'm gonna baby, gonna make you feel so good." He kissed your stomach, hands ghosting your sides and making you shiver. "Just a sec okay?"

Jack turned to sit on the edge of the bed. You didn't realise until he removed his pants the rest of the way, letting them pool to the floor and reveal the prosthetic attached at the knee.

He removed it with such ease, setting it aside and rubbing the skin where it had sat.

When he turned to you, his expression was different.

"Does it bother you?"

You wanted to hold him and never let go.

"Not in the slightest." You came up to your knees, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Your lips ghosted the shell of his ear. "Want you so bad..."

Jack fucked you til you were shaking. You took him so well, legs wrapped around his back, cock so deep it felt like he was pounding the inside of your stomach.

His moans made you wetter, the way he'd grunt on every thrust, snap his hips into you and cry out, your name being whispered over and over.

"That's it baby, just like that, so fuckin good oh my-" he stuttered, body tensing as he felt his release building. You were closer, seconds from the hardest orgasm you'd had in years, hips jolting up into him, nails dragging down his chest.

"M gonna cum Jack, you're gonna make me c-cum..."

He held all his weight on one hand beside you, sinking into the mattress. The other found your clit again, circling it frantically and in rhythm with his cock slamming into your cunt.

"Come on baby that's it, cum for me, beautiful girl, come on-"

Your vision blurred, muscles clenched, pussy throbbing around his cock. You came on him with a long drawn out cry, head pressed back into the pillow.

You were a sight for sore eyes, pussy oozing, dripping onto the sheets. Jack felt it, pulling out to fuck his fist until he was spurting hot and white over your stomach with a deep, throaty groan.

You could've cum again just from that. The way he pumped his fist, mouth agape, eyes burning into you.

It took a while to catch your breath. Both of you. Then you were laid, head on his chest, on the hotel bed. Your wedding attire strewn across the room, curtains half shut. He kissed your temple and nursed you to sleep with the soft stroke of his hands against your shoulder.

You had the best sleep of your life that night.

"Hello, can we get Dr. Abbot?" the counselor called out urgently to a nurse. "His daughter fell at school. We think she broke her ankle."

Within seconds, Jack was there rushing to your side.

"I've got her, thank you," Jack told the counselor, gently scooping you up into his arms to carry you directly to Exam Room 3. "Let's get some ice on this and get X-ray down here right away," he directed the nearby nurse.

As he set you down on the gurney, you let out a sharp cry, clutching your leg. "It hurts, dad. It hurts so bad."

"I know, baby, I know. I'm going to look at it," Jack murmured as he carefully unlaced your sneaker. He gently palpated the joint, causing you to wince and pull away. "It looks like a severe sprain, maybe a hairline fracture. We'll get the films to be sure." He paused, his brow furrowing as he looked up at your face. "Are you okay, bug? You look... Did you check your numbers?"

"I'm... I'm fine." you lied.

But Jack’s eyes narrowed. "You're flushed," His medical instincts took over. Jack grabbed a glucometer from the wall cabinet. "Give me your finger."

"Dad, no, I'm okay, my ankle is—"

"Give me your finger, now."

He pricked your finger, the machine beeped and when the digital display finally flashed, Jack's face went completely blank.

450 mg/dL.

"Four hundred and fifty, what the hell?" Jack whispered. He looked at you, the worry for your ankle completely forgotten. "Your ankle is the least of our worries right now, sweetheart. You’re in severe hyperglycemia."

He immediately turned to the nurse who had just walked in with the portable X-ray machine. "We need a standard insulin protocol immediately. She's staying."

"Dad, please, I don't need to stay," you pleaded, your voice cracking as the mix of pain and the high blood sugar began to make your head spin. "Just wrap my ankle and let me go. I'm fine."

"You're not fine," Jack said as he helped the nurse secure the IV in your arm. "Your blood sugar doesn't just spike to four hundred because of a sprained ankle."

He stepped closer to the gurney. "Are you checking your numbers at school? Are you bolusing for what you eat?"

You rolled your eyes, choosing to play dumb. "Yes dad, I took my dose today," you muttered.

Jack closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please don't lie to me, this is serious."

"I'm not lying to you!" You said in a somewhat aggressive and annoying way, a symptom that Jack recognized when your blood sugar was out of range.

"Okay, we'll talk later when your numbers stabilize." Leaving you to let the IV fluids run, Jack stepped out into the hallway.

There, he found your classmate and best friend Chloe sitting anxiously in the nurse area. She had walked with you and the counselor to the hospital.

"Hey, Chloe," Jack said approaching her.

"Is she okay, Dr. Abbot?" Chloe asked, clutching her backpack. "She looked so pale. And she’s been looking really tired lately, I don't get it why she fall like that."

"Yeah, we're gonna take some X-ray for the ankle and… we have to stabilize her glucose. She's pretty high." Jack offered to reassuring nod. "Chloe… Can I ask you something? Have you noticed her acting differently? Does she seem to struggle with her insulin routine at school?"

Chloe bit her lip. "I... I don't want to get her in trouble..."

"It's okay, I just need to know how she's doing at school."

"Honestly? I'm a little worried, Dr. Abbot. I don't think I've seen her use her pen or check her levels this week. She always says she already took her shot in the bathroom. But she never actually carries her kit with her."

Hearing those words felt like a cold bucket.

-

A bit later, Jack stood by the door before he stepped over to the side of your gurney. He didn't look at you right away. He reached for the IV pole, adjusting the drip rate.

"Alright," Jack started. "Here's what's going to happen. The IV is administering a rapid-acting insulin protocol along with a high dose of saline to clear the ketones from your system. I've ordered a full lab. We're going to bandage your ankle to immobilize it, but we've postponed the X-rays until your blood sugar is below 200. And you're going to stay under observation until tomorrow. No exceptions."

You kept your eyes glued to the far wall, your hands clutching the rough hospital blanket. "Fine," you mumbled. "Whatever."

Jack walked around to the other side of the gurney, stepping directly into your line of sight so you couldn't avoid him anymore. He bend down slightly to meet your eyes.

"Now let's talk about how we got here," Jack said. "I want, and need, you to tell me exactly how you’ve been managing your doses at school. Are you really checking your numbers? Actually injecting the correct units for what you're eating?"

You swallowed hard. You forced yourself to look at him, putting on the most convincing face you could muster. "Of course I am, Dad. I told you, I do it every day. I use the pen in the bathroom before lunch."

"Every day?" Jack pressed, his eyes narrowing.

"Yes! Every day," you lied, raising your voice slightly to sound defensive. "I don't know why my blood sugar is this high. Maybe the insulin got warm in my bag, or maybe my hormones are just messing with my levels. You know that happens! I'm doing everything right."

Jack’s face shifted. The worry in his eyes hardened into anger.

"Are you? Don't lie to me," Jack snapped. "Don't you dare play dumb and lie to my face."

"I'm not—"

"I just spoke to Chloe," Jack cut you off, his voice rising a little. "She has not seen you check your blood sugar or carry your insulin kit this week. You haven't been taking your insulin at school at all, have you?"

"Chloe doesn't know what she's talking about—"

"She's worried, too, like me!" Jack roared. "Stop lying! You could die from this! You could pass out one of these days and you will not just have a broken ankle, you could be in a coma… or even worse! I trust you with this and I keep beliieving you're being safe. Only to find out you've been sitting around slowly poisoning yourself!"

His chest heaved as he stared at you, his eyes bright with tears.

For minutes, the room fell into silence.

You kept your face turned completely away from Jack, staring hard at the floor, your jaw clenched so tight it ached. You tried to swallow the rising lump in your throat, tried to blink back the stinging behind your eyes.

You wanted to keep the walls up.

You wanted to stay angry, to stay defensive, to play dumb.

But under your dad’s heartbroken gaze, the silence became too heavy to bear.

Out of nowhere, your shoulders hitched.

A tiny sob escaped your lips.

There, you broke.

The tears spilled over, soaking your face. You buried your face in your hands, your entire body shaking violently as the confession tore out of you, loud and desperate.

"I... I hate it!" you wept. "I don't do it because I hate it so much."

Jack froze. His furious posture shattered. Seeing you collapse into yourself, so broken, washed all the anger right out of him.

"I hate pulling out a needle in the middle of the cafeteria, dad," you sobbed, gasping for air as the words rushed out of you frantically. "I hate the way everyone stops talking and just stares at me like I'm some kind of freak. I hate the look of pity on the teachers' faces when I have to ask to go to the bathroom before the lunch break. I feel so weird, dad. I feel so embarrassed. I just want to be normal. It's so annoying that everything in my life relates to this stupid disease."

Jack walked to the side of the gurney and gently guided your trembling hands away from your face.

"Hey..." Jack murmured, his voice going completely soft. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tightly against him. You collapsed, burying your face in his scrubs, weeping inconsolably as he rocked you gently back and forth. "it's okay, bug, I'm here, I'm listening to you."

He tightened his grip around you when your breathing became shallow and rapid. Your chest heaved, and you clutched at the fabric of his scrubs, your fingers trembling violently.

"I hate- Dad, I don't want this anymore," you gasped out. The room felt like it was spinning, the sound of the heart monitor accelerating into a frantic rhythm that mirrored your racing heart. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I messed everything up but I—"

"Shh, It's okay," Jack shifted slightly to press one palm flat against your back, rubbing it. "I need you to take a breath for me. Calm a little. Come on… I'm not angry."

You tried, letting out a sob before your lungs finally caught the rhythm.

"There you go. You're okay, kiddo. I've got you," he whispered, resting his chin gently on top of your head. "You didn't mess anything up. We're dealing with a bump in the road."

"I don't want to be like this," you whispered, being exhausted. "I'm just so tired of carrying it all."

"I know. I know you are, and I am so sorry I let you carry it alone," Jack said. He squeezed you tighter, wishing he could simply absorb the illness, the embarrassment, and the exhaustion right out of you. "But you don't have to carry it by yourself. I'm your dad. I'm supposed to help you shoulder the heavy stuff."

He pulled back to look you, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears on your cheeks. He gave you a soft smile, the dad smile that always made you feel safe.

"We are going to make this work," Jack promised. "Whatever we have to change, we'll change it. We'll find a routine that doesn't make you feel singled out. We'll talk to your school, we'll look at different technology; whatever it takes. We're going to do it together. Okay? We're a team."

When the tight knot of panic in your chest began to loosen, you leaned back against him, nodding weakly.

"Okay, dad," you whispered.

"That's my girl," Jack murmured, kissing the top of your head as the IV fluids did their work, bringing a sense of peace back into your world.

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you set your brush down and rose from your seat, making your way behind him. you pressed yourself against his back and wrapped your arms around him, your hands barely meeting at his belly. then you rested your cheek against the beef of his arm. 

you looked at him seriously through the mirror. “jack–” you started before he interrupted you, “i’m not complaining, just noticing.” 

he continued, “it’s just. . .not exactly comfortable, especially when we move around a lot. we’re in the emergency department — it’s like a medical survival show.” 

you laughed softly, you agreed. you were ready to admonish him for talking down to himself, you were happy that was not the case. he would be always attractive and sexy in your eyes. 

his growing belly excited you so much you didn’t realise you’d started running your hands languidly up and down, kneading and squeezing the fat.

jack looked down to your hands, raising a curious eyebrow. he felt your chest release heavy breaths, he turned his attention back to the mirror. there was a distant look in your eyes, glazed over. your mouth slightly agape. huh. 

“uhh, hon? should we head out?”

you snapped out of it at the sound of his deep voice. when you came to, you saw him sporting a tiny smirk. you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. 

jack started to connect the dots throughout the night — the way you stared at his stomach when he clasps his hands behind his back during handovers, the gentle pats of praise for his good calls, and, again. . .the containers of food you brought that could be shared between three people, all somehow ending up all for him.

it never occurred to him until now, you’d completely conditioned him into eating more than he usually did. oh well, you wormed your way to his heart through his stomach.

as soon as you locked the door after you got home, jack pulled you into a tight embrace. he’d done it on purpose, holding you against him until you felt his soft belly getting squished between you. you tried really hard to stop the small whimper that escaped you, but he heard it. cat’s out of the bag now. 

“anything you wanna tell me, sweetheart?” 

“umm. . .” you could sense blood rush to your face with humiliation again. how could you possibly confess the dirty stuff you want to do to his belly? you stood there quiet and frozen in place. you wanted to separate yourself from his grasp, run to the bedroom you share with him, and lock yourself in. 

but jack had voiced it out for you. “i saw you eyeing my stomach.” he ran his palms slowly over the exposed skin of your arms, trying to soothe you. “it’s okay. you like it that much?”

“you like that it’s getting bigger? you like seeing the result of your care and how much you love me?” he continued talking, “fuck, baby. . . now that i’m thinking about it, the way you take care of me is making me sooo fucking hard.” 

you gasped at his crudity. he suddenly held one of your wrists and placed your hand on the top of the fat, then he led it downwards to his raging hard on. the sound of your whiny moan made his hips buck up. 

he rested his forehead against yours, you could feel his heavy pants fan on your lips. jesus, he’s really horny. 

“s-show me. fuck—” he didn’t stop thrusting into your hand, he just kept going. “please, baby. please— show me what you wanna do to me.” he sounded absolutely pathetic begging you, and you fucking love it. you could feel yourself soak through your underwear and pants. 

“use me.” 

you instantly dropped to your knees, you bunched his scrub top and undershirt up until his tummy was revealed to you. you peppered it with open-mouthed kisses, licked it, bit it, sucked a hickey on it — all the while keeping your eye on jack completely losing his mind. 

you were never good with talking dirty, instead you showed it through your actions.

you tugged his pants and boxers down, the heaviness of his cock slapping against the plush of his belly. it was, by far, the sexiest sight you’d ever seen. 

you gave him one last kiss on the side of his gut before you enveloped the tip of his cock with your mouth. there was no teasing or patience — you pushed yourself towards the base until you could feel your lips kissing his mound. 

jack never pressured you into taking all of him, he could cum just by licking on his tip alone. but you wanted to make him feel good and hear him praise you for being such a good girl.

most of all, you wanted to feel the fat of his stomach pressing against your forehead. you squeezed the flesh with your hands, so you could get closer to him as much as possible. if you could choose a way to go, this was it — death by suffocation due to his growing belly. maybe next time you could ask him to fuck your mouth like a fleshlight whilst you lie on the bed.

you pulled away before ramming his dick inside your mouth again a couple more times. your top had darkened because it was drenched with your spit. at some point, you involuntarily started to hump the air. you could reach your orgasm just by sucking him off. 

jack had to forcefully pull away, stumbling back, and would’ve fallen on his ass if you hadn’t help stabilise himself. he didn’t want to shoot his load yet, he badly wanted to see what else you’d do to him. 

you two had stripped down to nothing along the way. you were sitting on the meat of jack’s thighs and started bouncing on his cock. you placed your hands on his belly, in awe of the way the movement of your hips caused it to ripple. 

jack held on to your waist, watching you stare at his abdomen. something awakened inside of him, he adjusted the position of his lower limbs, bended his knees, and rested the soles of his feet on the mattress. he started to pound himself into you, meeting you halfway. the ripples turned into stronger waves, making you moan out loud and sinking your nails into the flesh. 

he brought one of his hands to his mouth — biting the back of it as he groaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. his voice was muffled when he grunted, “i’m cumming, baby. shit–! i’m– cumming!”

he was surprised when you pulled yourself out because he’d always cum inside of you. he didn’t have the opportunity to question you as he could not stop his release, making a mess all over his tummy. 

you were almost at your peak as well, you rolled your hips against his belly — your wetness mixed with jack’s seed were used as lubricant to easily rub your clit on him. 

“jesus fucking christ.” jack quietly muttered to himself, the scene was making his flaccid dick harden again. “yeah. . . make it messier, baby. make yourself cum on it.”

your body jolted, convulsing in shockwaves. jack could feel your hole clenching and more of your juices leaking out of you. the real thing was even better than you could ever imagine, you’d been humping your pillow wishing it was jack instead. 

you dismounted from jack’s body to position yourself at his side, you bent forward to start gently lapping on your mixed fluids saturating his skin. you took your time cleaning him up while he watched, adoring. today, you made him feel more loved and cherished. ♡

then you give it to her. pumping your fingers, curling them up to hit that sweet spot that makes her pussy drench your hand. she rolls her hips against your hand, god yeah- oh fuck, pulling at your hair when your tongue joins the party. her body jolts at the overwhelming sensation on her clit. you're gonna make me cum doll, her voice is deep and hoarse, christ- so hot and the idea of making dana evans cum? fuck, you need a hot minute.

then—

d, you in there? a knock. her eyes widen and you still for a second. dana? she mouths fuck down at you, panic spreading, benji is right outside and your face is dripping with his wife's cum. i mean what did you expect? this is her house. unfortunately for dana, you're too horny to stop any of this, too turned on at the idea of fucking her through a conversation with her husband. you move your fingers again, slow this time but so fucking deep and she m o a n s, god her moans make your cunt throb. her hand slaps against her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sounds you're drawing from her. uh yeah- i'm just- your thumb strokes over her clit once, and you look up to catch her eye as she's mouthing profanities at you, like she can't believe you're doing this.

your fingers work faster and you wonder if benji can hear how wet his wife is. everything ok in there? she nods like he can see her, eyes screwed shut as you come to your feet, finger fucking her with urgency now, she's so wet, pussy completely soaked, inner thighs glistening. it turns you on so much, you whisper against the shell of her ear. tell him you're fine...

mmh ffuck, she whispers, all g-good- i'll be out in a minute hon- oh my god, her hips are rolling again, faster and desperate. you're kissing down her neck, nipping at the skin, panting against her pulse point where she can hear and he can't. he doesn't deserve this pussy, another circle of her clit, want you to cum with him there ok? she nods, her tongue between her lips like she's concentrating so hard, completely in another world as she rides you, wanting so bad to cum because you told her to.

you can tell she's close by the way her hand finds your wrist, not stopping you, not guiding you. just holding, nails digging in. come on baby show him what you can do, she comes soooo hard, your fingers practically trapped in her pussy with the way she's clenched around you. she's looking at you like she can't believe it, like she's never been fingered like that in a bathroom before... pussy left hot and pulsing.

you wouldn't admit it but it's so hot when she's straightening herself out, pushing hair behind her ears, finger tip wiping at the edge of her smudged lip in the mirror, sorting herself out to go find her husband. then she picks up her panties from the floor, the ones you ripped off of her six minutes ago and shoves them into your pocket, a keepsake, she mutters.

butterflies flutter in your stomach as you read dana’s text message. the alcohol coursing through your system gave you confidence, though you still were aware enough to know that this is a bad idea. but in your drunken state, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the potential consequences.

you: yes.. i csnt stop

dana: whatcha thinking about specifically, sweetheart?

you: can’t say

you: i ts very bad

dana: you can’t just leave me hanging like this, kid.

you start to type out a response but decide against it. dana doesn’t say anything else either. a wave of worry hits you, the reality of your flirtatious messages settling in. then, a minute later, you see three grey dots on the screen.

dana: c’mon, be a good girl for me

you: you. your mouth. your fingers. your body against mine.

you hold your breath as you wait for a response. you see bubbles appearing again as dana types, but they disappear. a couple seconds later they show up once more, but then fade just as quickly. you wait nervously, worrying you went way too far. then you see three dots again, your heart racing in anticipation. your phone dings, and you take a deep breath before looking at it.

dana: call me.

nervously, you hit the call button. you lift your phone up to your ear. you only hear two rings before dana picks up. you lean back against the pillow behind you, your head spinning. dana’s voice hits your ear, low and husky. “where are you?”

“my room,” you reply, surprised that dana didn’t even say hi.

“on your bed?”

“yeah.”

“good.” a pause. then, “do you have clothes on?”

you nod and swallow, your throat dry. it takes you a moment to realize that dana can’t actually see you nodding. you clear your throat, and then say, “yeah. i do.”

“let’s change that.” you nearly whine at dana’s words. the ache between your legs only grows, in desperate need of some sort of relief. “take off your pants for me, hon.” without verbally responding, you do as dana asks. fifteen seconds after her command, she speaks again. “did you do it?”

“they’re off.”

“mm,” dana hums, pleased. you can picture the smirk on her face. “you wet?”

your body shudders as dana asks you that. “very,” you whine.

“close your eyes,” dana commands, “and bring a hand to your gorgeous pussy f’me.”

“fuck,” you moan. “o-okay.” you gasp as your hand makes contact with your cunt, your fingers starting to part your folds.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” you give dana a moan in response. she chuckles on the other end before replying, “can you put a finger inside of yourself, sweetheart?”

“yes,” you say, moving quick to do so. “it-it’s in,” you tell dana as you sink your middle finger deep into your throbbing hole.

“close your eyes.” you do. “you wish i was there?” dana teases, already knowing the answer.

“yes. fuck yes!”

“add another finger,” dana instructs, her voice film.

your ring finger joins your middle, stretching out your puffy pussy. “it’s in, d.”

“good. now i want ya to thrust those pretty fingers in and out of your sticky pussy. pretend they’re my fingers curling inside of you, ‘kay?”

“i-i am,” you moan.

“let me hear you.”

you whine at that and let your noises escape freely. you turn your phone on speaker and rest it on the top of your chest, your mouth close to the microphone. “fuck, dana. feels so good.”

“i know it does.”

you keep going, dana murmuring praises or commands every now and then. your release builds fast, the coil in your stomach tightening. moans and whimpers spill out, too drunk and blissed out to care how needy and desperate you must seem.

then you hear a low moan on the other line.

your movements slow, listening closely now. there’s a distinct sound of a bedsheet, followed by a low, breathy moan. wait…

“dana,” you croak.

“yeah, sweet girl? you close?”

you close your eyes and moan, dana’s voice momentarily making you forget what you were going to ask. “yes,” you gasp, your fingers picking back up their rhythm. “but dana… are you… are you touching yourself?”

“jesus,” dana moans. “just keep fucking yourself for me. l-let me hear ya, doll. don’t hold back.”

you don’t ask any questions. you just do as she tells you. your hips violently buck up to meet your hand. your clit grinds against your wrist, the sensation nearly making you explode. heavy pants and sounds of pleasure fall out of your mouth, landing right into dana’s ear. you hear her groan, and you know you’re about to finish, unable to keep your orgasm at bay any longer.

“d, i— mmm, i’m gonna—”

“cum on my fingers, hon.”

with a squeaky moan, you let go, dana’s words exactly what you needed. your pussy spasms, clenching your soaked fingers. your arm aches from the effort and your body trembles. you let out one final sigh of pleasure as you start to recover.

but then you hear the unmistakable sound of dana cumming. she cries out your name, a series of ecstatic moans and whines following. you swear you could cum again from that alone.

after a minute, dana’s heavy pants subside. you’re laying on your back, completely spent and exhausted. you imagine dana a tired wreck like you are. for a bit, no one speaks. occasionally, one of your breaths can be heard. you don’t even realize you’re starting to drift off until dana’s voice shocks you back to reality.

“you call me tomorrow night,” dana tells you, her voice a little hoarse and her boston accent adding a level of command most people don’t have. “got it?”

“yeah,” you sigh. “yeah, okay.”

“good.”

then dana hangs up, the other line going dead. you set your phone on your nightstand and curl up, now feeling more dizzy from your orgasm than the wine you downed. you close your eyes and picture dana.

dana evans, your older coworker—technically your boss. dana evans, the woman who just talked you through finger fucking yourself. dana evans, the woman who you just heard cum.

“okay, good girl. going to use my fingers first, okay? gotta stretch you out a little bit, make sure you’re ready for me.” he slides his two fingers out of your pussy and smears the slick they’re coated in around your hole. you gasp, feels so different and new.

“you ready?” he asks, pressing one finger against your tight hole, not pushing in yet just applying a little pressure that has your tummy feeling so fuzzy.

“y-yeah, ‘m ready, daddy.” you nod and he pushes the tip of his finger inside of you. hmm, doesn’t hurt too bad.

he works you open with that one finger for a little while, taking in the way your tight walls flutter around it and the breathy little moans leaving your lips.

soon, he adds another finger and you gasp at the fullness of it. “you’re doing so well, baby. being such a star for daddy, such a good girl, hmm.”

he’s pumping both fingers inside of you when he reaches his free hand around to rub very very light circles over your clit, he knows how sensitive you are and doesn’t want his sweet girl to get too overwhelmed.

“okay, i think you’re ready. ‘m gonna try with my cock now, okay sweetheart? if it hurts too bad just tell me and i’ll stop, yeah?” he kisses behind your ear as you nod again.

“o-okay, promise you’ll stop?”

“of course, pinky promise.” he’s pulling fingers out now and reaching over to the bedside drawer to grab the bottle of lube. he squirts a generous helping of the liquid on his fingers and rubs it over your entrance, your body seizes up a little from the coldness of it.

“that cold? sorry, baby.” he chuckles to himself as he pours some out on his hand and strokes his dick a few times, making sure to use plenty.

“okay, sweetheart, gonna put my cock inside now. remember, as soon as you say stop, we stop, okay?” he lines himself up behind you, one hand on your hip to brace himself and the other on his cock lining himself up.

“yes, daddy.” you reply shakily, trying hard not to tense up to much like he taught you when you had sex for the first time.

he pumps his cock a few times before slowly starting to push himself inside of you. he barely gets the tip in before a painful shock shoots up your spine and your vision goes white. your whole body feels like it’s on fire, your fingers and toes feel numb. it hurts, bad.

“shit! fuck! fuck! fuck!” you scream, scrambling to get away from his grip. robby pulls out immediately, letting his dick fall limp against the sheets as he wraps both arms around you, pulling you into his chest and holding onto you tight.

“oh, ‘m sorry, baby. that really hurt, huh?” he kisses the top of your head as your ragged breathing makes way for shaky cries and sniffles.

“really bad.” you cry, burying your red face into his bare chest, slightly traumatised from the shock and pain of it.

“shh. you’re okay, baby. you’re okay.” he smooths one hand over your hair, holding your face in his chest as he shushes your cries. “it’s over now, okay? don’t worry, we don’t have to do that again if you don’t want to, yeah? ‘m sorry for hurting you, baby. daddy didn’t mean to, i love you so much my sweet girl. daddy won’t ever hurt you again, i promise.”

“i’m sorry.” you whine, the soft sound muffled by robby’s chest.

“don’t be sorry, sweetheart. you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” he kisses your head again, rubbing your back softly.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t do it. i wanted to so bad, wanted to be a brave girl for you, but it really really hurt. ‘m sorry, daddy.” you’re sobbing now, embarrassed and upset that you couldn’t do it for him, you know he really wanted to but your body just couldn’t take it. you feel like you let him down.

“don’t be silly, baby. you’re so brave for trying. you don’t have anything to be sorry about.”

“i-i do! you wanted to do it and i was a stupid baby about it.” you’re pouting now, getting angry with yourself.

“hey, no, stop that. you are not a stupid baby at all, you’re my perfect sweet brave girl and i don’t want to do it if it’s going to hurt my girl, okay?” he pulls away from you to make you look at him, giving you his serious look so you know he’s not lying.

“o-okay…” you worm your way back into his arms, nuzzling your face back into his chest, hiding your tear streaked face from him.

“want to get cleaned up and watch a movie? you can pick if you want?” he asks after a minute or two of letting you calm down, softly rubbing your back and stroking your hair, occasionally pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“really? i can pick?” you perk up, pulling away to peer up at him with sparkling eyes and a smile pulling at your lips.

“there she is! my pretty girl with her pretty smile. of course you can pick, we can order pizza too if you’d like?” he lifts your chin with his finger and presses a soft kiss to your swollen lips, his tummy does a flip when he feels you kiss back. he’s sure he’ll never get used to the buzzy feeling of being kissed by your sweet lips.

“mom said we’re not allowed to order take out anymore….” you pout, robby can’t help but press another kiss to those pouty, plump lips.

“mom’s not here, dad’s in charge and i say we can have pizza.” he smiles, resting his forehead against yours and kissing the tip of your nose.

“yay! you’re the best, daddy!” you squeal excitedly, throwing your own arms around him and squeezing as tight as you can manage before jumping out of bed to get cleaned up, forgetting how exhausted your body was you fell to the floor.

“woah-” robby follows you out of bed and picks you up off the floor, wrapping one strong arm around you to keep you up as he leads you to the bathroom. “careful there, bambi. you’ve had a long night, you must be so tired, hmm?”

you nod, resting your head against him as he sits you down on the toilet and crouches in front of you.

“that’s okay, baby. dad’ll take care of you now, dad’ll always take care of you.”

me ignoring the 70+ reqs in my ask box to write something no one asked for!! idk actually a couple of people did request stepdad!robby anal and a proper full anal fic is coming!! but i just wanted to post a little comfort fic :3 hope u enjoyed <33

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