pairing: doctor Jack Abbot x fem!/afab reader - poc reader inclusive!
warnings: established relationship, smut, light angst. after arguing with jack in the pitt stairwell, he takes you back to his place, where this time you’ll be staying the whole night. MDNI 18+ use of nicknames, p in v, pussy eating, creampie (pls use protection).
author’s note: i <3 u sm jackie, my favorite attending - all lowercase used is intentional, this was proofread
word count: 2,448 words
after a shitty fourth of July shift and a (thankfully resolved) argument with Jack, the two of you had a smooth, happy car ride home. it was easier to talk now out of the shining bright lights of the ED and blaring machines and voices and orders barked echoing across rooms and hallways. it was easy to decide to be exclusive with each other. it was easy to become girlfriend and boyfriend when you’d each already admitted you loved the other person, even if it was in an angrier, sadder moment. jack made sure to pick up food from your favorite restaurant on the way home to his place, a neatly decorated home covered with reminders of him and the people he loved, like Robby, like you. you quickly noticed yourself in some photographs littered in frames around his place. you were able to watch the fourth fireworks from his patio while you ate after you both had finally showered the grime and exhaustion of your shift off. things felt easy, right. although you were still upset that he hadn't told you his feelings for so long that it ended up hurting you, you were eager to be with him, to be by his side for a full night.
when you finished watching fireworks and talking and eating takeout and ice cream way too late into the hot summer night and started to lean into his shoulder a little sleepily, jack knew it was time for him to take you to bed. he had simply planned on asking you to stay the night and if you said yes, giving you one of his old college shirts to wear and taking you to cuddle and fall asleep. all of it happened, and some more things that he hadn’t planned for, but had hoped for, that night.
once you had changed and left the bathroom, jack patted the spot next to him in bed, prosthetic already off and put away, no shirt, in his sleep boxers. the sight alone of him in his bed wanting you there, wanting you to stay meant so much. and the look of him, those abs, pecs, and shoulders naturally toned from years in the military and now SWAT, his salt and pepper curls falling around his face, his veined arm reaching out to gesture to the spot next to him he had left for you, all sent a shiver and a chill down your spine. you had seen him like this before, plenty of times, but you knew tonight was different. because tonight you knew jack loved you. so you walked over to the bed and climbed in, shuffling up next to his broad chest to rest your head on his shoulder. he met that with a soft kiss to your head and laid his head down on yours, reaching for your hand to intertwine it with his. “i know you had a long day sweetheart but i know our next shift will be better. do you wanna talk about any of it? any more than we already did?” you shook your head and just reached your other hand up to place it on his muscled chest, “no thanks, jackie. but you could do some more of that ‘making it up’ to me you promised,” you flirted back.
jack heard the shift in your voice from earlier to now, he knew that voice. the one positively dripping with honey reserved just for him. he loved that voice. he used his free big hand to tilt your chin up to look at him properly, “oh yeah? happy to, honey,” he spoke before crashing his lips onto yours. you hadn’t kissed properly since the last time you were together sexually, before you had argued. this felt different, more powerful. like jack was trying to press every ounce of his love for you into that kiss. he kept kissing you, occasionally biting at your lower lip, until you eventually had to pull back for air. during the kiss-turned-full-make out session his hands had wandered, one to squeeze at your hip and the other reached under your shirt (his shirt, which when he realized made him fully groan into your mouth) to play with your nipples. and when you pulled back for air, he was all over you, hands still massaging and loving on you as his mouth attacked your neck, leaving hickeys you both knew would be seen by your coworkers for days.
“jack-jackie,” you moaned out, “they’re gonna see!” you complained as he worked on trying to make you moan his name in that sweet way again. “let ‘em. i want ‘em to see you’re taken. you’re all mine, i love you.” he punctuated each sentence with a kiss to the marks he had been leaving. you shivered under his touch, it had turned perfectly
possessive and wonderfully more loving. jack continued to nip at your neck and collarbone, murmuring, “can i take this all off of you? please, baby?” the soft, needy please made you drip even more, and you quickly nodded, as eager as he was to continue. he slipped your panties down your legs and placed them on his nightstand, helping you pull your (his) shirt over your head after.
“gods, you never stop being the most gorgeous woman on earth,” jack finally said as you were uncovered. you giggled at that and thanked him with a kiss, which he all too easily deepened. holding your waist with his left hand and reaching for your slit with his right. he ran his fingers across you, to find you already dripping and ready for him, groaning at that and kissing you once more. “already ready for me, such a good girl, always the best girl for me,” he praised. jack gently helped to lay you back and position you where he could lay with your legs over his big shoulders. you did, happily, and he met your quick obedience with a soft swipe of his tongue up your slit. you let out a loud moan at that, encouraging him, jack licked a few more stripes up you before quickly turning his attention to your clit. he used his strong left hand to keep your thigh locked in place around his head and his right to open you up for him.
first, jack entered you with one finger, then two, all the while slurping and licking at your clit. he used his long fingers and intimate knowledge of you to quickly find your sweet spot, making sure to rub it every time his fingers moved in and out of you. all
his attention, all his love, all his energy focused on you and your pleasure. each of your moans was met with a hum from him that vibrated deliciously against you and each time you tugged at his graying curls, he groaned or grunted against you, sliding his fingers into you even deeper if he could. he shook his head back and forth as he tongued you viciously or went after your sensitive clit. he practically massaged you with his fingers and tongue. jack spent an hour this way, working you to orgasm over and over before you finally, after your third nerve-shattering orgasm, tugged at his curls a little tougher than you had all night and let out a soft, “jackie please,” that let him know you wanted more of him. and he was more than happy to provide that for you. always happy to provide for his girl. now that you were his properly there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give you. he withdrew from you with a gentle kiss to your clit, slowly drawing his fingers out so there wouldn’t be any sting. he made quick work of freeing himself from his boxers so you wouldn’t feel like you weren’t full for long.
jack climbed up over you. he placed a gentle, loving kiss to your lips before asking, “you sure you wanna keep going, angel? it’s okay if you wanna stop here.” you nodded and whimpered, which made his cock throb in his hand, and said “jackie please, need you now,” and that was enough for him. he collected some of your wetness on his tip before slowly pushing in. bracing your head with his forearms so he could still kiss you. you both moaned, practically in harmony, as he filled you to the brim and bottomed out. he slowly withdrew before pushing back in, starting with a gentle, steady pace. he leaned down to kiss you and continued to thrust into you gently as your tongues and teeth clashed. you reached up and around him to hold onto him and ground yourself with him, scratching your nails down his back during any particularly deep thrusts. jack would moan or whimper out your name every time you adorned with a new scratch, a new physical reminder that you, too, loved him. over time, his pace and thrusts sped up, getting deeper, getting him closer to you.
with each thrust, jack kissed your cervix and g spot. your moans against his mouth had become a mixed mumble of thank yous and his name, and he knew you were getting close for the fourth time that night. after spending an hour grinding his cock into the bed while eating you out and now finally getting to be inside your warm, tight walls he was close too. so he sped up just a little extra, snaking his left hand down to your clit and rubbing it with his thumb. your moans picked up in pitch and volume, “thaaaat’s it,” he groaned out, “c’mon my sweet angel, you can give me one more,” he urged you. your vision was getting a little blurry and things were getting a little foggy and he just kept thrusting and rubbing your clit and whispering that he loved you, and suddenly, stars. you tightened and creamed around him with a moan of his name, “oh j-jackie!” and he smiled to himself. your walls clamping down around him brought him even closer and he knew he wasn’t far behind you, “baby, ‘m gonna cum. where do you want it?” jack asked sweetly, you pulled him closer with your arms that had been leaving scratches up and down and across his back, whispered, “inside please,” and kissed him and he fucking lost it. one more thrust and the feeling of your nails scraping down his back and tits pressed against his chest had him cumming deep inside you. he bottomed out and stayed pressed against you, planting a soft kiss on your lips as he pumped you full of his white hot seed. he took a minute to let you both adjust your breathing and to just feel you and revel in the moment and love before slowly pulling out.
you got up to go to the bathroom and grabbed your panties and his shirt you were borrowing, making his heart sink a little, were you done with him now? had you decided to go home like usual after all? before he could even let any more insecure thoughts creep into his head he heard the toilet flush and the sink start to run. and after a short minute or two you were back out in his room, on his bed, crawling over him to place a kiss to his lips. you laid your head on his chest as you laid down by his side and wrapped one arm around his toned stomach, intertwining your leg with his, and asking sweetly, “did you want to put your boxers back on? they’re on the edge of the bed.” confused, he asked, “yeah, i’ll put ‘em on. but were you getting ready to go home or something?” you looked up at him and narrowed your eyes before replying, “no. do you want me to go?” your voice now sounded clipped and hurt, not sweet and soft like it had a moment ago. jack quickly realized his mistake, “i-i’m sorry honey, no, no. of course not. cmere.” he pulled you closer against his warm, hairy, muscular chest and started to play with your hair. “just thought you were leaving when you got up to put on your clothes and use the bathroom,” he explained gently. you smiled at that, “pee after sex so you don’t get UTIs, remember, doctor?” he laughed and kissed your head, you had reminded him too. he gave you a quick kiss to the lips before walking off to use the bathroom and put his boxers back on.
now, back in bed with you, he was more comfortable and relaxed than he had been in years. jack had warned you, while you were eating dinner watching the fireworks and discussing spending the night together that night, that he had trouble sleeping a lot of times, even nightmares. but then he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck, placing a few gentle kisses there, making sure to pay extra attention to the pretty bruises he had littered your neck with. with a soft “i love you, angel” coming from his deep, gravelly voice, he found himself curled up and melting into the presence of you almost instantly. his muscles relaxed and he unlocked his jaw for one of the only times that day, and just brought you closer into him. you replied, “i love you more than you know, handsome” and jack found himself chuckling into your neck, placing another sweet kiss there before saying, “breakfast in bed tomorrow? i’m making it, y’know.. to keep making it up to you,” he smiled into your neck. you giggled and rubbed your hands up and down his strong arms, “sounds good to me, jackie”. you reached back to scratch at jack’s salt and pepper curls and he groaned lowly into you, melting even further into the warmth and love you provided. he had made sure to let you know before you fell asleep just how loved you were by him, and so before his eyes finally shut and he drifted off into
one of the first good dreams he would have had in a while, he murmurs, “i love you, forever and ever angel. thank you for being mine. please never stop being my girl.” and jack holds you a little tighter, finally letting his eyes drift shut with the heavy wave of happiness that you bring and the comfort of finally being able to get a good night’s sleep for the first time in a long time with you by his side and in his arms, in his bed and in his home even. finally his girl.
find part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/cedricluvr/812442237167452160/no-thanks
💬 0 🔁 11 ❤️ 194 · no thanks · pairing: doctor Jack Abbot x fem!reader (no race specified!)
warnings: established casual sexual relationsh
