how i sleep knowing javadi finally found her purpose, mel is reclaiming her identity outside of becca, santos let someone else in, langdon finally got to speak his mind to robby and be heard, whitaker is off somewhere funking it up with lil’ theo, digby is watching the fireworks with the er’s true diva, and robby saw a younger version of himself in baby jane and showed himself the kind of kindness he hasn’t been able to in years
i didnt want to do a background but it looked rllu ugly without one so uhmmmm here u go. happy finale day everyone. the brown blobs is the audience which i also couldnt be bothred to draw just. look at mel and trinity lmao
thinking about soft!tummy jack. i wanna just chomp on it 🫂
content: f!reader, age gap, smut!! reader is a freak for him
“Sugar, come up here.”
Jack’s left hand reached for your shoulder, trying to pull you up to his height. Just seeing you down there, between his knees, made the heat travel down his chest and settle deep into his loins.
You decided to ignore it; it wouldn't be the first time Jack got flustered by this kind of contact. It wasn't that he was a prude, or that the idea of sex bothered him—the problem was you.
So gentle, making him feel loved. He didn't think it was fair for him to be the only one receiving pleasure, even though you repeated over and over that you wanted to do this.
“Shut up, Jackie,” you complained, looking up through your eyelashes at the man sitting in front of you. He looked so tense, trying to remain stoic as your lips traced a line down to his stomach.
Jack had always been an athletic man, between the military and working as a doctor for twelve hours a day, but like everyone else, age was starting to take its toll. And it wasn't just age, but also the limitations that came with having a prosthetic leg.
The result was that softness in his abdomen. He wasn't anywhere near being considered overweight, but you could occasionally poke at the softness with your fingers.
Today, however, the urge to taste him was growing.
“Honey, come on. You don't need to—” his words were cut short, replaced by a groan as he felt a bite on his side. As you pulled away, Jack could see the bruise forming amidst the faint trail of saliva you'd left on his skin. “You're a brat.”
“You like it,” you countered, pressing your lips down once more to kiss the skin right above his belly button. It was such a satisfying feeling, pressing your face against his stomach. It was warm and soft, and the fine hair growing there tickled you. Of course you didn't pull away.
He tried to stop you again when your hands moved up from his thighs, tugging at the drawstring of his sweatpants, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. You didn't let him, obviously. When he tried to grab your hands, you caught his instead, pinning them between his thighs and the sofa so he couldn't touch.
“They stay right there,” you warned, smiling when he rolled his eyes.
Beneath him, his hands balled into fists as he felt your hands pullings his pants down to his ankles, then one of them wrapping around his half-hard cock.
At first, it was just your hand, while your lips continued kissing and biting the softness of his stomach until you reached his pelvis.
Your nose pressed against his pubis, into the gray hair growing there— it used to be salt and pepper when you first started dating, now it’s mostly salt. You inhaled deeply, the scent of his lotion and the faint sweat of the day making you sigh. At the same time, your grip tightened to show how much you were actually enjoying this.
Your lips moved to the inside of his thighs, which bothered Jack. He didn't like you moving him around as if he weighed nothing, despite the heat pooling between his legs. It made him feel fragile when you parted his legs to get better access to him. When you manhandled him. It was even worse having someone much younger than him do it.
"You smell really good," you whispered, sucking on the sensitive skin of his thighs before biting down again. That was the most satisfying spot, where you could feel the muscle soften between your teeth.
Looking up to tease him, you saw Jack frowning. It would be easy to think this annoyed him, until you felt him throb between your hands.
