Summary: Jack finally makes it home to you after the Pitt Fest chaos and he’s barely hanging on, but there’s one thing he does to bring him center and it just so happens to involve you, on the couch, with no clothes.
Warnings: Cunnilingus, cuss words, Jack being a whizz at eating 🐱 (are we surprised?), squirting, fingering, etc.
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Jack eats you out like it’s the end of the world.
Especially after a long shift. All it took was hearing THE tone of voice over the phone to know. The door came open, making you jump slightly. The weight he carried in with him was immense; you couldn’t even say “Hello”. He greeted you with a kiss to the forehead and mumbled about taking a shower and you nodded. Today was bad, you thought as you waited quietly in the living room; hell everyone knew it was the worst day ever to be at the hospital.
But he didn’t want to talk about that; Jack didn’t want to talk at all. He finally emerged from the bedroom, a t-shirt and sweat pants replacing the scrubs and before you could ask any questions, he was moving you to the couch.
“Strip.” Jack commanded softly, “please.”
You raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue and did as you were told, his eyes laser focused on every inch of skin that was revealed. Once you were naked, he stood right in front of you, his fingers pushing hair behind your ears.
“Sit down.” The timber of his voice was low and it made you shiver. “Please.” Jack added politely again.
You kept your eyes on him until the soft couch material met your ass. Slowly he moved to his knees, pushing your thighs up with both hands.
“Hold those up for me, baby,” he says gently.
Quickly obliging, his hands spread you open even more, his tongue broadly licking from your ass to your clit. A sharp gasp escapes your mouth, your nails digging into the flesh of your under thighs deeper. Jack’s signature smirk flashes across his lips but only for a moment.
Before you admonish him for teasing you, he’s attached those lips right onto your clit and every thought flies out of your mind.
“Fuck,” you hiss.
This eggs him on more, sucking harder and moving his tongue around the little bud. You moan out loud, trying so hard not to jolt too far away from his mouth. Almost as if he read your mind, Jack moves your hands, replacing them with his wider ones and pushes your thighs back until you are practically in half. No thoughts or feelings pass through your mushy brain other than the miracle that is his mouth.
“Jack, oh god…”
Jack responded by pushing two fingers inside you, finding that spot instantly. Your moans turn into whimpers when he starts to move his fingers back and forth, curling them just right. There’s a quiet moment while you savor what is happening when you realize that he’s actually groaning around your clit. God, you were going to remember that for the rest of your life; if he didn’t kill you here and now, anyway.
He was starting to get into a rhythm; his tongue swirling around your clit and his fingers going faster, the wet noises and your moans growing louder. The way the pads of his calloused fingers were hitting your g-spot was incredible and before you could stop it, you were coming hard, your juices hitting the hardwood floor with a loud SPLAT.
“Oh my god, baby…I’m…fuck…!” You exclaim with loud whimpers and he’s not done, not even a little bit. In fact, he’s speeding up and making more squirt come out all over him and in his mouth. The pressure is intense but it feels so fucking amazing you can’t bring yourself to make Jack stop. Finally, he lets off your clit with a juicy smack and looks up at you, wetness making his mouth glisten.
“That has to be a record,” he says with a low, gravely voice. You want to answer, but words are difficult at the moment. He finally gives you a full, but tired smile and moves forward between your shaking legs, kissing you tenderly. “I can’t tell you how much I love being able to make you feel good like that.”
“You always do.” you breathe, mush mouth and all.
“Always, huh?” Jack kisses you again, going deeper, the sweet and salty taste of yourself playing on your tongue.
“Mmhmm,” you pull away slightly, “and now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
“Baby, don’t-“
You kiss him to stop whatever sentence was about to come out. “Yes I do. For as long as you want.”
“That’s a bold offer. Today sucked.” He smirked but you could see the sadness looming behind his dark eyes.
“I know what I’m offering. Why don’t you stand up and let me take care of you.
Jack considered you for a second.
“Please,” you say with a sly smile and he rolls his eyes but he stands up anyway. Your legs come down and you move to the edge of the couch, looking up at him while tracing your fingers over his chest and stomach.
“You deserve this. And more.”
For a split second, it looks like tears are forming in his eyes but he swallows and breathes out shakily. “What would I do without you?”
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Writers note: Ahahahahahahawhat have I done by starting this?? Now I have to write more!! Anyway, thanks for reading my little blurb that I’ve been thinking about for weeks now and needed to share before I exploded. ❤️
“The girls looked really ruthless and cruel in the pilot but they seemed so tame and normal in the actual pit girl hunt!!” yeah it’s almost like the pilot was showing us the way the world would perceive their actions as monstrous and unimaginable, but when we found out the context and saw what they had gone through, we understood that it was multilayered and we saw through the idea that they lost their minds and turned evil. It’s almost like nuance is the whole point. It’s almost like they were never evil they were just hungry??
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
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