ββ .β¦ THE PITT BOYS' greatest hazard at work proves to be your tits
β ΛΛΛ CONTENT 18+ MDNI ditzy/oblivious reader x jack, robby & frank, pet names, mild condescending language, accidental wardrobe malfunction, reader has large-ish breasts (self indulgent im sorry), reader has a freckle on her chest, extensive breast and cleavage descriptions, ogling/male gaze, sexual objectification, 3 highly trained medical professionals v one low cut shirt
No one has accused JACK ABBOT of coming in forty minutes early just to see you yet, which means he has not technically had to lie about it.
The reason, however, arrives five seconds later in a cloud of strawberry shampoo that he smells before he hears your bright little greeting.
He was working through his inbox, but now turns to afford his full attention to you.
You crouch low to keep the conversation between the two of you.
One hand settles thoughtlessly on his knee. Your shirt dips with you, leaving the full, rounded tops of your breasts hovering at nearly eye level while you explain something, sweetly determined to get your point across.Β
they gonna have to stare at mine for a min ainβt nothing there πͺ