Complimentary Accommodations
(A Pitt Fanfiction)
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x Fem!Resident!Reader
Summary: Jack and Reader get stranded out of state when their flight gets cancelled due to staffing issues, and when they check into their comped hotel for the evening, there's only one bed
Genre: Fluff, but then straight up filth, dude
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (I mean it), swearing, anxiety, tw food and alcohol, airline shenanigans (*glares pointedly at spirit*), spoilers for The Great Gatsby musical on Broadway, age gap (Reader is late 20s/early 30s, Jack is pushing 50), Reader's nickname is "Sunshine", work friends to lovers, PINING!!!, one bed trope (hehehe), Jack’s leg is brought up a handful of times, Jack is a widower, allusions to Jack's time in the military, Reader has a sexy dream, unprotected p in v sex (don't be silly, wrap ur damn willie!), doctor kink (is that a thing? probably), fingering f!receiving, marking, praise kink (duh), gendered pet names (mostly “pretty girl” and “sweet girl”), Jack "Talk You Through It" Abbot (yes that’s a warning), Jack Abbot’s Big Naturals™️ make an extended appearance (yes, that is also a warning), confessions of love
A/N: New hyperfixation unlocked, gang. Loosely inspired by me and my best friend being stranded in New York for an extra unplanned 24 hours over Valentine's weekend. Title, certain plot points, and beta reading courtesy of a Discord friend (hi, mercy, thank youuuuuu). Also, RIP Spirit Airlines, you might be missed
Word Count: 6.5k
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As she stared into the hotel room in despair, Y/N wondered how much she’d have to pay somebody to run her over with a luggage cart.
This was supposed to be a straightforward work trip. Three days at a conference in New York City for emergency room doctors across the eastern seaboard, then back to the midnight circus at the Pitt. She and Dr. Abbot had drawn the short straws and got stuck as the resident and attending to represent PTMC at the conference, but since they were given tickets to see The Great Gatsby as a consolation prize, she wasn’t that mad about it.
The conference itself was uneventful. Three days of lectures, terrible coffee, stale bagels, moderately uncomfortable chairs, and endless piles of useless freebies that she ultimately dumped in the trash the second she got back to the hotel room. Except for the pens. Pens are always a hot commodity, so she hung onto those to prepare for the inevitable writing utensil thievery she’d face once she was back at work.
Abbot’s presence was the only thing that kept her from strangling herself with her lanyard. His dry sense of humor and sardonic commentary throughout the whole ordeal made everything that much more bearable, just like it did when they were working together. Even if she had to masquerade her undignified snorts as coughs when his whispered observations during the lectures were a little too funny.
He also always let her claim the bathroom first when they practically fell through the door of their hotel room at the end of every day (another penny pinching move on the hospital’s part, but at least there were separate beds). They’d always had a friendly rapport since she’d started on the night shift, but something about how his gaze lingered the slightest bit longer on her in recent months had suspicion creeping into her mind.
As the weekend drew to a close, Y/N found herself wishing for a bit more time in the city, but at least the last item on the docket was the Great Gatsby matinee, so they could end their weekend on a high note. As they waited in the queue to enter the theater, Abbot admitted under his breath, “I haven’t read this book since high school. Is that gonna be a problem?” which made Y/N say, “They take great liberties with the source material, I think you’ll be fine,” patting his chest with a smile as the line slowly inched forward. She didn’t notice the way his body tensed under her touch, nor the fond chuckle he let out as he watched her take in the marquis while bouncing on her toes slightly.
Once inside the theater, the two of them gravitated towards the bar after Y/N said, “We’re off duty. Might as well have a grown-up drink, right?” and she practically vibrated with excitement when she saw the menu had themed specialty cocktails on it. She deliberated over the equally enticing sounding options for a bit, then ended up going for the New Money - a twist on a Moscow Mule made with peach schnapps, peach vodka, ginger beer, and club soda.
She almost laughed when she was served a double in what was essentially a Great Gatsby branded coffee traveler, then fought to suppress an eye roll when Abbot opted for the Old Sport - essentially a Jack and Coke but with grenadine to give it some pizazz, also a double in a Gatsby cup. As they moved to the side to wait for seating to start, Abbot eyed her cup and said, “Mind if I try yours, L/N?” so she said, “I don’t see why not. Tradesies?” as she handed her cup to him and he gave her his in return.
Abbot took a sip, then made an almost cartoonish “holy shit” face before whipping out his phone and taking a picture of the specialty cocktail menu to reference the ingredients later, making Y/N laugh outright at him. She said, “That good, huh?” through her giggles as she went to take a sip of his drink, which made him shoot her a playfully offended look and say, “What, a guy can’t enjoy some whimsy every now and again?!” before winking at her.
She rolled her eyes fondly while sampling the Old Sport, then pulled a “yeesh” face as the very stiff drink went down her throat, quipping, “Nope. Gimme my whimsy back,” with an exaggerated cough as she forcibly traded their cups back. Abbot chuckled at her disgust, then said, “Yeah, bourbon’s not for the faint of heart, Sunshine,” earning her mumbled reply of, “You mean not everyone likes ingesting lighter fluid at 2 pm on a Sunday? Shocker,” as she attempted to wash… whatever that was down with her New Money, which only made Abbot chuckle more as he shook his head.
They took their seats, and once the show started, Abbot found himself watching Y/N’s reaction to the show more than the show itself. He smiled when she laughed and cheered, he let her grip his arm when things got troublesome, and he found himself flinching and gasping right along with her at Gatsby and George’s untimely demises, even going so far as gripping her hand and leaning forward in his seat when Gatsby rolled into the “pool”.
Y/N was the first one to her feet for the standing ovation, and Abbot couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at his cheeks as he clapped. He even let her drag him to the stage door like an overly excited golden retriever, and he made sure to film all of her interactions with the cast so she’d have evidence that it happened. As they made their way back to their hotel, Y/N couldn’t help but jabber animatedly about the show and all the little details nobody else would have noticed, and Abbot would have been a dirty liar if he’d tried to say he wasn’t endeared by it.
After they’d gathered their belongings from their room and checked out, they made their way back to LaGuardia and decided to just eat at the airport, overpriced terminal food be damned. Abbot whipped out his card without hesitation, and they ended up splitting an almost offensively expensive New York-style pizza (aka the definition of an oxymoron) in the waiting area by the gate.
A bad feeling started seeping into Y/N’s stomach when she received the third notification that their flight was delayed, because she had a shift the next night, but Abbot said, “It’ll be fine, Sunshine. And if it isn’t? I’ll handle it,” already getting out his phone to shoot a text off to keep Robby in the loop. Y/N nodded, but she couldn’t shake the unease from her bones even if she tried.
The dreaded announcement that their flight had been cancelled came over the loud speaker, and Y/N’s resolve crumbled as she went into her email to rebook and saw that the next available flight wasn’t until the next evening. Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes, and Jack sprang into action the second he noticed how upset she was. He called Robby and explained the situation, and he passed the phone off to Y/N so she could speak with him as well.
Robby said, “Hey, Kid. Don’t panic, that’s the very last thing you need to be doing. This is something that’s completely out of your control, and it’s gonna be fine. I’m already working on getting somebody to cover you. We’ve got you, don’t worry. Okay?”, which only made her want to cry more. She managed to squeak out, “Thank you, Robby,” and he chuckled through the phone before saying, “You’re welcome, Y/N. Hang in there, Jack’ll take care of you. I’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t,” and hanging up.
Jack (thankfully) did all the talking to the desk agent while Y/N tried her best to not completely break down and made a mental note to never fly Spirit ever again if she could help it. Once they’d secured their reservation for the night, they caught the first shuttle they could, and Y/N practically collapsed into her seat with an exhausted whine. Jack rubbed her shoulder soothingly and said, “It’s all good, Sunshine. Relax,” making her nod and focus on her breathing until the shuttle pulled up to the hotel.
The adrenaline crash finally started to hit her as Jack got them checked in, and she simply let him guide her towards the elevator and up to the room, glad that soon she’d be able to disassociate in the shower until she pruned, then collapse into her own bed. Her objectively simple hopes were quickly dashed when Jack opened the door to the room and only one solitary bed was there to greet them.
She let out a tiny, “Oh no,” and Jack exhaled defeatedly before saying, “Yeah, the desk girl mentioned that most of the affected passengers were given reservations here, so they had to prioritize room assignments by party size,” rubbing the back of his neck in an agitated manner. Y/N nodded, then quickly deposited her things on the floor and went straight for the bathroom, immediately stripping and turning on the shower to stand under the hot stream of water for what felt like hours but in actuality was probably only 15 to 20 minutes..
As she let the water cascade over her, all of the things that had gone wrong with the extra fun new addition of the singular king bed taunting her from just outside the bathroom door started swimming around in her mind, and she smacked her head against the shower wall with an anxious whimper. She was doing so well with keeping her silly little work crush (that had decidedly become much more in recent months) under wraps this whole trip, and now the universe was actively conspiring against her. Splendid.
From the moment she’d laid eyes on him on the first day of her residency almost three years ago, Y/N knew that Jack Abbot was going to ruin her life. He carried himself with a quiet confidence she’d never seen before, his self-satisfied smirk whenever he pulled an asinine move to save a patient left a swarm of butterflies in her stomach, and his simultaneously gruff and warm voice had heat gathering in her belly every time he murmured “Attagirl” or “Just like that” in her ear during traumas. Not to mention his silvery ginger curls that begged to be played with, his broad chest that screamed to have her hands run over it, and the amount of years he had on her.
Her pulse started quickening as her thoughts started spiralling into the gutter, and she automatically twisted the knob to the coldest setting to shut her hormones down as she’d done many times before when her brain decided to rebel against her better sensibilities and thrust inappropriate daydreams featuring her silver fox attending physician upon her. She couldn’t help letting out an instinctive squeak at the icy water hitting her skin, but forced herself to stay under the stream until she calmed down.
Y/N stepped out of the shower and began to towel off, then remembered she hadn’t grabbed a change of clothes in her haste to get into the bathroom. She wrapped her towel around her body to cover the important stuff, then poked her head out the door and said, “Ummm, Jack? Could you do me a favor really quick?”, interrupting the man in question’s restless pacing she hadn’t known was happening. He turned to face her, and his stomach flipped slightly at the sight of her (and the use of his first name) before he said, “Yeah, sure, Sunshine. What do you need?”
Her cheeks heated slightly, and she said, “Could you grab my bag for me? I forgot to grab my pajamas before I came in here,” pointing vaguely in the direction of her carry-on. Jack nodded, then walked over to where she’d indicated and passed the suitcase through the bathroom door. She thanked him quietly, and after the door shut, Jack had to physically shake himself to rid the image of his resident in only a towel from his mind before the rest of his body started having a reaction to it.
Of course, throughout all the time he’d worked with her, Jack would’ve had to be blind to not notice how beautiful Y/N L/N was. Not just her appearance, but who she was as a person. Her kind smile and effervescence filled the whole department with light the second she stepped through the doors of the Pitt, so when Jack unthinkingly called her “Sunshine” a few months into her residency and it stuck, he’d have been a damn liar if he hadn’t been proud of himself for being the one to bestow that moniker upon her.
As he got to know her, more of the little things she did set his whole body on fire. Whether it was a gentle tap on his shoulder to get his attention for a case presentation or a fond nose scrunch when he told a bad joke, Jack didn’t need a shrink to tell him he was royally fucked when it came to Y/N. He hadn’t felt this way since he lost his wife, but ever the realist, he stopped himself from making any moves due to their age difference and power dynamic. Attendings can’t just go around chasing after residents without inviting a full-blown HR Nightmare, after all.
To keep his thoughts from lingering on her too long, Jack busied himself with gathering half of the pillows from the bed, and he’d just reached for the phone to call the front desk when Y/N emerged from the bathroom wearing sleep shorts with cartoon dogs on them and the slightly oversized (and cheesy) “I <3 NY” shirt she’d purchased the second she came across it, her collar damp from her freshly washed hair.
She took in the scene in front of her, then said, “What are you doing?”, a suspicious look on her face. Jack gestured vaguely at the phone and said, “I was gonna call down to the front desk and ask for some extra blankets. Might make the floor slightly more bearable for me,” with a shrug, and Y/N’s eyebrows practically flew up to her hairline in dismay. She said, “Are you out of your mind?! Jack, you can’t sleep on the floor! What about your back? What about your leg???”, her voice practically dripping with concern.
Jack waved her off and said, “I’ll be fine, Sunshine. I’ve slept in worse places, this is nothing,” which made her blood boil in outrage. She snatched one of his pillows off the bed and said, “Absolutely not. You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor,” then it was Jack’s turn to be aghast. He said, “Like hell you will! What kind of man would I be if I let that happen? You’re taking the bed, Y/N, I’ll be perfectly content on the floor,” and made to grab the pillow back, but she held it to her chest and ducked out of his reach.
He shot her a “Seriously?” look, and Y/N bit her lip while tapping her bare foot on the floor for a few seconds as the silence stretched between them. She looked down at the bed linens, then said quietly, “It’s a big bed. We could just share,” and Jack just about choked on his own tongue at the suggestion. He said, “You sure, Sunshine? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable”, praying that the blush creeping up the back of his neck wasn’t noticeable in the soft lamp light, and Y/N nodded firmly even though she could hear her heart pounding out of her chest.
She held her pillow tighter to her chest and said, “I wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly knowing you were on the floor all night, Jack. I’d feel awful. I can give you an 87% guarantee that I don’t starfish in my sleep, but that’s the best I can do,” which made Jack chuckle and say, “I’ll take what I can get. You get situated, Sunshine, I’m gonna go shower and change,” before grabbing his backpack off the floor and heading towards the bathroom. Y/N said, “Do you need any help with your leg? The shower head is detachable, but the bar was kinda flimsy-looking. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” which made Jack stop dead in his tracks.
He turned back around to face her, and he swore he felt his heart drop out of his ass when he saw her standing there fiddling with the hem of her ridiculous tourist shirt and looking at him with genuine concern etched into the soft lines of her face. He smiled at her, then said, “No need to worry, Sunshine. I brought a wet leg with me. Thank you, though,” indicating his bag to prove his point, and the way she instantly relaxed sent a bolt of lightning down his spine as he quickly ducked into the bathroom before she noticed.
Once the door closed behind him, Y/N flopped face first onto the bed and muffled her scream in the comforter, mentally throttling herself for suggesting such a dangerous thing. She couldn’t remember the last time she shared a bed with anyone, let alone a man that she was secretly head over ass for. Before she spiralled any further or started to regret her choice in sleepwear, Y/N took a deep breath, then grabbed her charger from her bag and got comfortable on the left side of the bed.
She mindlessly scrolled TikTok for a while until she heard the door to the bathroom open and Jack’s backpack hit the floor with a gentle thud, and she made the mistake of looking up, because then she had to quickly scramble to make it seem like she didn’t almost drop her phone at the sight of a shirtless and grey sweatpants-clad Jack Abbot. If Y/N thought his arms were distracting in his scrubs and those criminally tight black t-shirts he always wore, she was woefully unprepared for seeing his bare chest in all of its glory, especially when she could still see droplets of water clinging to his gloriously freckled skin.
Y/N hoped to God her gulp wasn’t audible before she said, “Feelin’ fresh as a daisy, Doc?”, praying her tone sounded casual. Jack looked up from his bag and said, “Oh yeah. Outkast would be proud,” then when Y/N crinkled her eyebrows in confusion, he grinned mischievously and said, “Cuz I’m so fresh and so clean, clean,” feeling vindicated when realization struck her face and she wrinkled her nose in her perfectly endearing way before thumping her head against the headboard with a resigned laugh.
She said, “That was awful, Jack,” which only made his grin widen before he said, “Yet you still laughed, Sunshine,” with a wink and climbed into the unoccupied spot on the bed. Y/N rolled her eyes fondly, then said, “Mmmhmm, sure. Need any help with your leg?”, sitting up just in case. Jack shook his head and said, “Nope, I’ve got it. Thank you, though,” while carefully detaching his prosthetic and leaning it against the wall opposite the bed. Y/N nodded as Jack settled back into the mattress, and she leaned over to plug in her phone and set an alarm so they wouldn’t sleep through breakfast.
She was so focused on her task that she almost missed him mumble under his breath, “Yeah, this is better than the floor,” almost sounding embarrassed. She snorted, then said, “Told you so. Goodnight, Jack,” and burrowed under the covers, making sure she was facing away from him. Jack said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Night, Sunshine,” then reached to turn off the lamp and got settled in for the night as well. As she drifted off to sleep, Y/N was relieved she hadn’t made a fool of herself and allowed herself to float off to dream land, the scent of Jack’s body wash overtaking her senses.
A whimper from Y/N’s side of the bed at around 1 in the morning woke Jack from his slumber, and he instinctively turned to face her, thinking she was having a bad dream and wanting to comfort her. He whispered, “Y/N? You okay, Sunshine?”, but she didn’t respond, still fast asleep. Jack lifted his hand to nudge her shoulder, but then a breathy moan escaped her mouth, and his entire body went rigid. Oh. Definitely not a bad dream.
Jack briefly contemplated putting his prosthetic back on and hiding in the bathroom to pretend like he wasn’t desperately turned on until whatever dream Y/N was having had run its course, but then his name was falling from her lips in a wrecked whisper, and all of his restraint and decorum flew out the window. He propped himself up on one arm and gently shook her awake, whispering her name until she blinked back into consciousness.
Y/N rolled over onto her back to see Jack hovering over her, and she startled slightly before saying, “Jack? Is everything okay?”, through a yawn and rubbing her eyes sleepily. Jack said, “I’m okay, Sunshine. It’s just… you were having a pretty vocal dream there,” and Y/N’s eyes widened before she said, “I was? Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”, and clutched the comforter to her chest.
Jack shrugged and said, “Only a little. You were making some interesting noises there, Sunshine. Said my name, too,” and he practically heard her entire body tense before she said meekly, “I did?”, and seemed to shrink in on herself in embarrassment. Jack nodded, then shuffled a little closer to her and murmured, “Wanna tell me what I was doing that had you making such pretty noises, Sweetheart?”, his hand finding her hip under the comforter.
A gasp escaped Y/N’s lips as her entire body responded to the touch, and she whispered, “Jack…,” which made him smirk and say, “Come on, Sunshine, don’t get shy on me now,” his thumb rubbing back and forth over the fabric of her ridiculous tourist shirt. Y/N took a deep breath, then said, “You were on top of me on a couch, and we were making out. Then you started touching me and kissing my neck, and I was about to… you know… when you woke me up,” fighting to keep her voice steady when Jack slipped his hand under her shirt to ghost over her bare skin.
Jack tilted his head at her like he was contemplating something, then said, “Wanna make that dream come true?”, and Y/N almost choked on air as he fully rolled over to be on top of her. He leaned in so his lips were barely a centimeter away from hers, and he whispered, “Tell me to stop, and we never have to talk about this again,” his hand running up her body to cup her face. Y/N whimpered at the touch, then whispered back, “Please don’t stop,” and that was all Jack needed before he leaned in and captured her lips in a tender kiss.
Y/N practically melted into him, and her hands worked their way into his hair the way she’d always fantasized about doing, tugging on the curls slightly to see how he’d react. She was rewarded with a delicious groan from the man above her, and couldn’t stop the pleased giggle that bubbled up from her chest. Jack smirked against her mouth, then pulled away to rest his forehead against hers and murmured, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” a breathless chuckle escaping him as what just happened truly sank in.
Y/N brought a hand up to cup his face and whispered, “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing,” a dreamy little smile on her face as her thumb stroked his cheek absentmindedly. Jack said, “Oh, thank god,” then leaned back in for another slightly more heated kiss, swallowing Y/N’s delighted squeak as he slipped his tongue along the seam of her mouth, silently asking for admission. She let him in without hesitation, and one of her hands slid down to his back to claw at his shoulders, earning a grunt of pain from Jack as he went back to holding her against him by her waist.
Jack pulled away just enough to murmur against her lips, “Never answered my question, Pretty Girl. Wanna make that dream of yours come true?”, and her eyes widened before she nodded frantically, but Jack tutted admonishingly and shook his head. He said, “Use your words, Y/N,” and she whined indignantly, but when Jack just quirked an eyebrow at her, she gave in and breathed out, “Please, Jack?”, while trailing a finger down his spine and looking up at him with her best doe eyes.
He let out what Y/N could only describe as a growl, then proceeded to trail his lips from her cheek down to her neck before latching onto her pulse point with the singular focus of leaving his mark on her. She let out a euphoric sigh, then cut herself off with a shameless mix between a whimper and a moan when Jack’s hand slipped into her shorts to play with her center over her panties, her nails digging into his back.
Jack grinned against her neck and murmured, “There she is,” before pushing her panties to the side and touching her where she needed him most. A wanton moan escaped Y/N’s lips, and she whined out, “Jack…,” making him chuckle and trail his kisses back up to her mouth. He let out a hiss when he felt how wet she was, then said, “Damn. All this for little old me, Sweet Girl?”, rubbing little circles against her clit with his thumb as he spoke. Y/N nodded frantically and whimpered, “Mmm-hmm! Always,” keening when Jack’s pointer finger sank into her.
He rested his forehead against her sternum and gasped, “Fuck, you’re so tight, Sunshine! Gonna really have to work you open, huh?”, as he slowly started pumping the digit in and out of her. Y/N mewled as she clawed at Jack’s back to try and ground herself, and he murmured against her cheek, “Shhhhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, Sunshine,” before adding another finger and pulling another desperate moan from the wonder of a woman beneath him.
She whined out, “Jack… I-…” but cut herself off with a whimper when a third finger entered her, the stretch sending a wave of pleasure through her as she involuntarily clenched. She gasped out, “Fuck! So full, Jack, oh my god!”, and Jack murmured, “Yeah, that’s it, Sunshine. Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” before raking his teeth over her pulse point and grinning against her skin when she let out a tiny little squeak.
For a while the only sounds in the room were Y/N’s breathless moans and the squelching of Jack’s fingers moving inside her. If she’d been fully in control of her mental faculties, Y/N might have been embarrassed to be so sloppily wet, but with the way Jack was grunting and whispering praise in her ear, she couldn’t truly bring herself to care as the familiar knot in her stomach grew tighter and tighter.
Jack must have sensed her impending climax before she could even think about warning him, because his fingers started moving faster and his thumb began rubbing tight circles against her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from Y/N. She panted, “Jackie…,” and he let out a low moan at the nickname before he grunted, “I know, Sweet Girl. Can feel you squeezing my fingers. Wanna come, Sunshine?”, his relentless pace never faltering.
Y/N could only nod, so Jack rasped, “Come for me, Gorgeous. Wanna see you fall apart for me,” and that was all it took before the dam broke and white-hot pleasure surged through her body like a tidal wave. A broken sob of pleasure escaped her lips as Jack worked her through the aftershocks, a murmur of, “Good girl. You did so good for me, Sunshine,” right in her ear pulling another debauched moan from her.
A breathless chuckle left Jack’s mouth, and he said, “Yeah, you like that, huh? Like it when I tell you how good you are?,” as he trailed kisses back up Y/N’s neck to her lips. She sighed in the affirmative into the kiss, not quite having regained the ability to speak just yet, then wrapped a leg around his waist to pull him tighter against her. A whimper escaped her when she felt how hard he was against her clothed center, and Jack let out a low groan at the feeling of her wetness seeping into the crotch of his sweatpants.
He said, “Playing with fire there, Sweet Girl,” before bringing the hand he’d used to ruin her up to his mouth and sucking her release off his fingers, making a point of holding direct eye contact with her as he did so. Y/N let out a whine at the sight, and Jack groaned again before saying, “So sweet, Pretty Girl,” and pressing his lips to hers again, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. She moaned against his mouth and gripped his hair like a lifeline, making him grunt at the sting as he kissed her harder.
Y/N broke away and whispered, “Jack, I need you so bad. Please?”, which made him chuckle and say, “You already have me, Sunshine,” kissing her jaw and nipping at the skin teasingly. She rolled her eyes and said, “Dr. Abbot, if you don’t fuck me into this mattress within the next five minutes, I might actually die,” making Jack freeze above her at the use of his title in this context.
He squeezed his eyes shut, then rasped out, “Say that again,” and a mischievous glint entered Y/N’s eyes when she realized how much it affected him. She leaned up to whisper in his ear, “Dr. Abbot…,” in the most salacious and teasing tone she could manage, and when he let out a strained, “Mmmhmm?”, she grinned and went for the kill shot: “I want you to fuck me, Doc.”
Jack let out another growl before attaching his lips to her neck and tugging at her shorts desperately, so she lifted her hips off the mattress so he could yank them and her panties off at the same time before sending them flying over his shoulder to some obscure corner of the hotel room. He grunted against her skin, “Jesus, Sunshine, need you to keep saying that,” before he lifted himself off of her to fumble with his sweatpants and boxers.
Y/N took the opportunity to pull her shirt off and toss it to the side, then said, “Yeah? Like it when I call you that, Dr. Abbot?”, bringing a hand down to palm him over his boxers as she spoke. Jack let out a hiss at the contact, then grabbed her wrist before she could try anything funny and pinned both of her hands above her head. She pouted up at him, and he said, “I’m sorry, Sunshine, but I’m not gonna last if you keep that up,” before pecking her lips gently in an attempt to appease her.
Y/N thought for a moment, then said, “Yeah, I guess I can accept that,” so Jack slowly released his grip on her wrists to shove his boxers down his legs, and she nearly started drooling at the sight of his cock, fully erect and leaking precum. He settled himself over her now that there were no barriers between them, and he said, “You sure you want this, Y/N? We can stop whenever you want,” the faint light filtering through the curtains illuminating the concern on his face.
Y/N cupped his face in both of her hands, then said, “Jack, I haven’t been this sure about something since I decided to go to medical school. I’ve wanted you from the first day I met you, and I might go completely insane if you leave it here,” making Jack chuckle slightly before turning his head to kiss her palm. He said, “Well, we can’t have you going insane. Night shift needs their best resident sharp,” earning a fond eyeroll from her.
Jack lined himself up with her center, and just the head of his cock breaching her entrance had her breathless with desire. He murmured, “Breathe me in, okay, Sunshine? I did my best to prep you, but it might still hurt a little,” so she nodded and whispered back, “Okay,” taking a deep breath as he carefully pushed into her until his pelvis was flush against hers. Jack rested his forehead against hers and rasped, “Holy fuck, Y/N!”, making her moan out, “Jackie…,” and claw at his back in an attempt to keep her grasp on the real world.
Jack took a deep breath, then said, “Can I fuck you now, Sunshine?”, and Y/N could barely gasp out a “yes” before he started moving, making her let out a pathetic whimper at how full she felt. Jack wrapped her legs around his waist and groaned into her neck when she clenched around him, grunting out, “Yeah, that’s it. That’s my good girl,” as he pistoned his hips in and out of her at an increasing pace.
Y/N worked a hand back into his hair and whined out, “God, Dr. Abbot! So full, fuck!”, feeling a twinge of satisfaction through her haze of pleasure when he growled and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Jack rasped, “Doing so good for me, Sunshine, keep squeezing me just like that,” and brought a hand down to rub circles on her clit with his thumb. She keened at the overstimulation, and whimpered, “Jack, I’m so close, oh my god!”, when she felt the telltale wave beginning to build.
He nodded and gasped out, “I can feel it, Sunshine. I’m right there with you,” his hips stuttering as his own climax began to build. He leaned in to kiss her jaw, but Y/N gripped his hair tighter and made him kiss her lips instead, making him let out a moan into her mouth as she toyed with the curls at the base of his neck. Jack grunted, “Oh, fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come! Need you to come with me, Sunshine, okay?”, as he drilled into her, making her nod frantically and whimper, “Yes, Doctor,” before tightening her legs around his waist, the action making her clench involuntarily as the dam holding back her release burst apart.
She came apart with a wordless cry, and after a few more thrusts, Jack followed her over the edge with a breathless string of curses interlaced with her name as he spent himself inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, and he buried his face in her neck as they both tried to catch their breath. Y/N let out a breathless giggle, then whispered, “I’ve never come that hard in my life. Why didn’t we do this sooner?”, which made Jack snort and say, “Because we’re both idiots who live in fear of HR conundrums,” his hand stroking her hip affectionately.
Y/N considered this briefly before quipping, “Yeah, sounds about right,” and bringing Jack’s face back up so she could kiss him, making him chuckle against her mouth and cupping her face like it was the most precious thing in the world (because it was, at least to him). She pulled her lips away, then said, “Okay, get off me so I can go pee,” patting his shoulders rhythmically to make a point.
Jack just nuzzled against her chest with a dissatisfied grunt, so she sighed dramatically, then forced him to roll onto his back and said, “Jack Abbot, I love you, but I will have no qualms about killing you if I get a UTI because of you,” before carefully extricating herself from him and heading for the bathroom, not realizing what she said until she was standing in the doorway.
She froze, then whipped around to see Jack sitting bolt upright in the bed with mussed up hair and a look of utter shock on his face. He said, “You love me?”, and Y/N tried to come up with something more eloquent to say, but she ended up landing on, “Yeah. Yeah, I do,” a nervous giggle escaping her as she played with her hands. Jack’s expression morphed into something so tender she could have cried, and he said, “Y/N, I… fuck, hold on,” before moving to go put his prosthetic back on.
Y/N scrambled back over to him and said, “No, no, no, don’t worry about it. I’m right here,” grabbing his hands to get him to stop when he was sitting at the edge of the bed. He looked up at her, then pulled her closer so she was standing between his legs and said, “I love you, too, Y/N. And I really don’t want this to just be a one time thing,” his hands releasing hers to rest on her waist.
Y/N smiled as tears came to her eyes, then held his face in her hands like she was holding the entire world and said, “If you think I’m gonna let you go after what we just did, you’re the biggest dumbass on the Eastern Seaboard, Dr. Abbot,” making him laugh outright as he shook his head affectionately. He patted her butt playfully and said, “Okay, go pee, Sunshine. I want you all to myself until we have to go back to the real world,” making her squeak before she leaned down and kissed him again.
Jack smiled against her lips, then kept his eyes on her as she pulled away, surely looking up at her like she’d hung the moon. Y/N scrunched her nose at him and whispered, “Be right back,” and Jack couldn’t help the lovesick look that spread across his face as he watched her walk into the bathroom. He settled back against the pillows, and a disbelieving huff of a laugh escaped him when he realized that his human sunbeam of a resident felt the same way.
Y/N crawled back into the bed once she’d taken care of business, and immediately snuggled against Jack’s chest with a contented sigh, making him chuckle and press a kiss to the crown of her head. They were silent for a while, then Jack said, “Ah fuck, Robby and Dana are going to be INSUFFERABLE about this when we get home,” and the cackle Y/N let out made him realize he’d take the razzing from everyone who worked in the Pitt for the rest of his life as long as it meant he had his Sunshine at his side.
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