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content 18+ nsfw, minors dni. pure filth. established relationship, hints of pleasure dom!jack, age gap (jack is 49, reader is mid 20s), helping him with his prosthetic, p in v sex, making out, blowjob, eye contact™️, hands.. everywhere, lowkey cockwarming, could be some breeding if you squint. not entirely proof read! just wanted someone to take care of this old man <3

part one

the lock on the door had just barely clicked shut behind you when his hands wrapped around your waist and neck softly, turning you around with ease as his mouth covered yours with a groan. his tongue seeking out yours as you aimlessly let your bag fall to the floor with a thud.

“you drive me insane.” was barely audible as he spoke against your mouth. his one hand slipping under your shirt, ghosting over the skin of your waist. you pressed yourself up in to him with a swallowed moan as your hands found their way to his hair, the salt and pepper curls soft against your palm. he leaned away from you slightly to pull your too over your head. the sports bra you had on doing no favors for you but driving him up the wall nonetheless. his head dipped down to kiss along the contour of your neck, stopping at the sensitive spot just above your clavicle to nip at the skin before soothing it with the warmth of his tongue.

“feels so good baby.” you sigh as you lean your head back to expose more of your neck to him,

“yeah?” his hands palmed at the flesh of your ass through your scrubs and you moaned “fuck i’ve wanted this for fourteen hours. wanted you.” the breathlessness in his voice shooting straight to your belly making you grind against him with need.

moving your hand slowly down his chest, stopping just below the waistline of his scrubs, your fingers ghosting along the outline of his length as you look at him through your lashes, his jaw hanging open slightly as you trace the defined head through the thin material.

“then have me.”

your gaze flitted down to his mouth just as he crashed his mouth to yours again. the kiss was wet and warm and the stubble on his face burned as it brushed against your skin while he walked you backwards towards the couch. just as the backs of your knees hit the fabric of the cushions, you pulled away from him. the overwhelming desire to taste him making you drip on the the fabric of your underwear.

“want to taste you.”

jack stared at you with heavy eyes as he muttered fuck me. his hands coming to a stop and resting on your waist,

“ ‘s what i’m trying to do.”

the two of you stood in silence for a second before laughing at yourselves. the exhaustion of your shift settling deep in your bones. leaning forward, he rests his forehead on yours and you inhale the familiar smell of him making you relax into him as he wraps his arms around you.

“bed?” he asks almost as if he’s sad to ruin the moment and you hum in agreement. he slowly pulls away from you with a kiss to your hair as he moves to check the front door. you wait on him at the foot of the stairs to follow you up to touch shared bedroom.

jack moves to turn on the lamp on his bedside table as you unclip your hair and slip off your pants, making sure to make a show of bending over and carefully wiggling your ass in the air as you grab them off the floor and toss them into the dirty laundry.

you turn around to see he’d slipped off his own shirt where he stood on his side of the bed and you motion for him to sit down. he happily obliges as you move forward stand between his knees, your hand running through his hair gently as he watches you carefully. the weight of his gaze on you wrapping around your shoulders like a warm blanket.

“need some help?” your voice was just above a whisper as you spoke, your finger rubbing light circles on his neck and he just nods in response.

your hands ceased their movements on his scalp as you moved to your knees in front of him. pulling the leg of his pants up just enough to press the button on his prosthetic, releasing the pressure lock and sliding it off carefully. his eyes never leaving you as reach, pulling open the drawer in bedside table and grabbing out the antiseptic wipes before removing the sock and wiping his leg. he moved to pull his pants and underwear off with one tired but swift moment and you carried them over to the hamper.

you turned back to find him seated in his spot of the bed, watching you intently as you grab the band of your bra and pull it over your head. tossing it behind you into the basket as well.

“you’re going to kill me.” jack said as he watched you make your way back towards him. his eyes never leaving yours as you moved to stratal him.

“wouldn’t dream of it, abbot.” you whisper softly as you lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips, still swollen and pink from earlier. his hands grasp your waist gently as he moves to pull you towards him but you move back with a huff. “i said i want to taste you.” you move off of him to sit on your knees between his legs on the bed your eyes never leaving his as you wrap your hand around his shaft lightly. his breath catching at the contact as precum beaded from the swollen tip.

your mouth watering at just the thought of the taste of him as you moved to wipe a finger over the slit, and then bringing the finger to your mouth and licking it clean with a moan. jack groaned above you and you smiled to yourself as you lean down to lick the tip of his dick with the flat of your tongue.

“fuck.” he moaned as he moved to brush a stray hair out of your face, leaving his hand to rest on the back of your head. you hum as you wrap your lips around the tip, sucking gently causing his hips to buck up towards you.

your hand wrapping around the shaft and pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach as you settled into a steady rhythm. you could feel your soaked underwear sticking to you as you rolled your hips back into nothing, just the motion alone causing a wave of heat to tear through your belly and settle in your core. moaning around him as you closed your eyes, the tip of his dick just barely hitting the back of your throat as you feel him reach for you.

“baby if you keep doing that i can’t come in you.” his voice sending shockwaves through you as you pull off of him with a pop, your eyes meeting his as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and move to pull off your underwear. throwing them as you crawl back up the bed to settle on to his lap.

his hand sliding easily though your slick folds with a groan. his index finger drawing quick small circles on your aching bundle of nerves as his mouth wraps around one of your tits, licking and sucking the sensitive skin.

it’s your turn to pull him up towards you as you press a open mouthed kiss to his lips. it’s messy, tongues and a little teeth and a whole shifts worth of pent up frustration and holy fuck it feels good.

just as the coil in your belly began to tighten his hand disappeared and you whined, pulling back from the kiss to watch him bring his finger up to his mouth. your juices glistening in the warm light of the bedroom as he wrapped his lips around his digit and licked it clean.

the groan sounded animalistic as he moved to kiss you again. rolling your hips against his as you kissed, the savory taste you mixing with the heady taste him was enough to make you dizzy. the two of you pulling away slightly as he moved to fist his length, pumping it a few times before lining it up at your entrance. letting you adjust for a second before fully pushing the head in. throwing your head back you let out a moan.

“ah— f-fuck. please.” you swiveled your hips on the tip and gasped at the feeling as you moved to sit on him fully but he stopped you half way. his hand coming up to wrap around your jaw,

“look at me.” his voice trembled as he spoke and you opened your eyes, your jaw falling open slightly as you looked into his eyes. “tell me what you want— where you want it.” your eyes never left his as you nodded in his hand

“you. need your cock. to fill me up. p-please baby.”

without another word he moved you down onto him, burying himself to the hilt in you. he felt like he could come just from the feeling of your wet heat molding perfectly around him, and you felt the same. the two of you sat like that for a moment reeling in the feeling of being wholly connected.

he started moving first causing you to exhale a loud moan at the sensation of his thickness filling you slowly. your eyes found his as he watched you and you nodded eagerly.

“more.” he hummed in response as you moved to to slowly ride him. his hands palming at the soft skin of your ass as you picked up your pace. his hips coming up to meet yours every other thrust.

he groaned as he adjusted himself to pick up the pace to a dizzying speed. your hand that wasn’t on his shoulder moving to rub fast circles on your clit.

“come for me baby. come for me so i can fill you up.”

the coil that had been building finally snapped, pure euphoria coursing through you as he rode you through your orgasm and into his. jack moaned loudly as he emptied himself into you with a few final strokes. he carefully pulled you down to lay on top of him— both so sensitive you couldn’t stand to move right away.

jacks index finger drew lazy circles on your back. the sound of his steady heart beat drumming against your ear making you relax even further as he moved his head slightly to place a tender kiss to your temple.

“still hate those scrubs?”

“whoever designed those things deserves an award.” he mumbled against your hair and you smiled sleepily. “but if i ever see gloria look at my wifes ass again i’m going to hr.”

CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Talks of Jack Abbot & reader having a breeding kink.

Can’t stop thinking about seeing Jack Abbot carrying a little baby in the ER who came in late during night shift, sick and running a fever and they just won’t stop crying no matter what’s given to them and they’re so fussy. So Jack does what he thinks is best, holds them in his arms, and the baby calms down instantly, they just plop their head right against his shoulder and grips onto his stethoscope and he rocks them gently to soothe them as the medicine takes effect, all while comforting the distraught mother and reassuring her she did nothing wrong and did the right thing in getting some help.

Your reaction was instantaneous, a rush of warmth blooming through your chest and flowing into your gut at the sight of him cooing at the little human, his large hand running lines up and down their tiny back like it was second nature. It was at that moment you started imagining him with a little baby of your own, one you carried and nurtured in your own body, laying on the couch with them against his chest in the same manner.

The daydream haunts you for weeks after that night. You two spoke about having kids a little while back, way before he got down on one knee and slipped a ring over your finger. He promised once you were settled in your career and things have calmed down a bit that you could both take the next steps in your relationship and potentially build a family of your own. You bring it up to him, a little nervously at first, but Jack just gives you a kiss on the tip of your nose and your forehead, an understanding but mischievous glint flickering in his hazel eyes.

So when a four day weekend rolls around, and you’re set to be ovulating after your body adjusts to getting your iud taken out, Jack gets right to work. He takes advantage of the free time you both have, having you every which way for the duration of three whole days. You don’t think you’ve ever had such a lengthy sex marathon with your husband, hell you didn’t even know he had it in him to have such vigor when it came to family planning. But you didn’t complain, not when he ate your pussy until you cried, not when he fucked you so good words failed you and you drooled onto the mattress, not when he filled you to the brim, making sure he marks you as deep as he could go, as deep as you’d let him.

And yet it was never enough, he could never get enough of you. Jack had tunnel vision every time he’d drive into you. Whether it be from above, underneath, behind, or on the side, he kept picturing you glowing with a round belly and full breasts, waddling around the house in a stretched out T-shirt, probably one of his, as you looked for something to snack on. He wasn’t going to stop until he gave you what you wanted, until you both got the family unit you’ve been wanting for so long.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure it takes. You’re not leaving this room till it happens. Understood?”

You can only give him a playful salute and a tired smile.

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