olderbf!abbot teaching you medical terms (pt. 2)

cw: nothing crazy, just a little suggestive

You sit on the edge of the bed, Jack beside you, his voice low and careful. He traces the gentle planes of your face with his fingertips, speaking quietly about the little joints and hidden bones beneath your skin. His touch lingers, deliberate, as if memorizing every curve.

“This is your supraorbital ridge,” Jack leans closer, his fingers brushing lightly over your brow.

Then his hand drifts lower, cupping your chin. “And this,” he murmurs, tilting your head slightly as he traces the edge of your jaw, “over here is your mandible, and your zygoma,” His thumb lingers a moment, warm against your skin.

“Open your mouth for me,” he whispers. You obey, and his finger rests gently on the side of your face. “Good, this is your temporomandibular joint, feel that hinge?”

You can’t help but giggle, a soft, nervous sound that makes Jack’s lips twitch. With slow, deliberate precision, he slides two fingers gently into your mouth, pressing lightly on your tongue to examine its movement.

His eyes stay locked on yours, watching every little reaction and small movement, like he’s memorizing you completely.

Jack’s fingers slide a little further along your tongue, gentle but deliberate, following the line he’s been tracing. You feel the warmth of his touch deepen as he moves closer to the back of your mouth. After a moment, a light gag escapes you, soft and involuntary.

“Easy,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, keeping his touch careful as he holds your chin steady. “Here is the median sulcus of the tongue, and back there is the uvula.”

Jack gently withdraws his fingers, letting you close your mouth. You swallow, your cheeks still warm from the closeness.

THE PITT

1. he’s COMPETENT

2. he’s KIND

3. he HANDLES SHIT

4. he is SHAWN HATOSY

5. he has BIG TITS

CW: +18, headlock, penetration, oral.

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HEADLOCK: he knows you’re obsessed with his military and ER trained arms, so why not wrap one of them around your neck and choke you while he fucks you? You love it when you feel him soooo deep in you from behind, your back wet and sticky with sweat against his chest, one of his hands on your clit, rubbing dedicated circles and applying just enough pressure to make you go crazy. That with the way he has his big, buffed up arm wrapped around your neck, applying pressure to make you a bit dizzy, feeling everything 10x more intense. You hold and scratch his big muscles until you cum hard, soaking his cock with your juices.

jack abbot, who, every morning he gets the chance, won't let you go or let you get out of his sight.

it's like an instinctive action. sometimes he’s embarrassed by how much he needs to be in contact with your skin right after waking up. it’s absurd; jack knows it. he’s aware that it’s silly, even, but it’s a reflex. he needs to touch you after a shift, and since he had the night off, he was all clingy and stuff till he fell asleep on top of you. because you’re what keeps him grounded; behind closed doors, everything he sees out there becomes a blur. 'cause you’re there. that’s all it takes for him to quiet down.

“jack, you're smothering me,” you moan with your eyes closed, and you hear him groan in your ear. “can you please give me my body back? i promise you'll have it back in about 20 hours.”

he’s completely on top of you, his arm wrapped around you and his face buried in the tender skin of your neck, and with his right hand pressing against your face to keep you in place, it’s basically impossible to move fluidly or even adjust yourself to get into a more comfortable position. the alarm hasn’t gone off yet; there’s probably still about fifteen minutes to spare before heading to work. you hear him humming, feeling the warmth of his breath brushing against your neck and pressing you harder against his body.

“it's a whole fucking life,” he complains, draping his leg over yours—which only makes it worse, because you're stuck. “a whole decade. are you trying to kill me or something?”

“okay. i get it, i don’t want to get up either. you know i love you, blah, blah. but i swear to god i can’t breathe if you keep on top of me,” you reply with your eyes closed, unconsciously tilting your head toward him and squirming in his arms as he begins to trace lines across your exposed abdomen, his icy fingers moving across your bare skin. "i meant it."

you hear him laugh right in your ear, “you didn't say that last night, did you?"

you give him a serious look, and he just chuckles, but doesn't move away. slowly, he traces a gentle path across your belly as you try not to melt into the softness of his arms; you just want to stay like this, as if the outside world were some distant, senseless thing, and all that remains is the touch of your husband—heavenly and real. he kisses you on the cheek and settles in, willing to continue sleeping.

“jack...” you whisper quietly, in that soft, slightly suggestive tone, sliding your hands into his as you play with the silver ring glinting on his finger, “i really have to go.”

"i'll tell robby that you got sick.”

“i don't get sick easily.”

“he doesn't know that.”

“you never lie to him."

“there's always a first time."

you try to laugh, tilting your head toward him. “that's a little unfair.”

he pulls you closer into his arms, and his large hands wrap around your waist, leaving you with no escape.

"that you want to leave me? yeah, that's more than unfair."

you fall into his game, turning towards him and placing your hands on his cheeks, stroking the light stubble that tickles your fingers, tracing his jawline, moving down to his shoulders, and he closes his eyes as he feels you lean closer to him. he wraps his arms around you, and you hear him laugh softly as you press your face in his neck and begin to plant scattered kisses all over his skin.

“mmm, you're not making this easy, sweetheart," jack whispers.

“i know,” you reply, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, feeling his fingers play with the waistband of your underwear, moving back and forth between the fabric and your lower back, his calloused fingers gliding across your soft, warm flesh. “it’ll just make you miss me even more.”

he smiles as you move away, looking at you as if you weren’t real. you catch a glimpse of his pupils dancing around your face, analyzing and dissecting you as if he hadn’t seen you before, blinded by the mist of devotion that envelops him. the fact of being wrapped in the sheets, in the dimly lit room where the only light comes from the slightly ajar bathroom door, of feeling so close to him that he can do nothing but hold you there.

he's not sure if he wants to let you go.

"ten minutes?"

"if you're good, i'll give you twenty."

he lies you down beneath him carefully, running his hands over your knees, positioning you so that your legs wrap around his hips, pressing you tight against him. you let out a soft moan as his hands trace the length of your legs, moving up and down. jack touches you with that tenderness and sensitivity you adore. he kisses your temple.