the new, young, pretty resident jack abbot likes
WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (MDNI) - face sitting, oral f!receiving, age gap implied, younger!reader, power imbalance (resident!reader x attending!jack)
A/N: sorry for not posting in a while, my little sister turned 18 so we went a on a trip for her birthday!!! but i’m back!
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it had been a while since jack had sex. maybe once or twice since his wife died. he never really thought about it, between his weird hours at the hospital and his moonlighting for the SWAT team, he never really found the time. or energy.
that all changed when you came into his life. the young new resident who for some reason requested to be on night shift when you first came to the PTMC. he both thanks and curses his lucky stars every single day that you joined his team. because he really shouldn’t be doing this.
but the way you’re writhing on top of him makes his guilt disappear quite fast. sweet little noises, moans and whines, coming out of your mouth as you grind yourself on face.
it was his idea in the first place too. you worked so hard last night and he wanted to reward you. but you were so conscious of his leg, not wanting to make it hurt or anything. so this was a good compromise. maybe an even better compromise, he thinks.
he’s got his hands wrapped around your body, resting on your ass. they’re pushing you down, trying to get your bottom half even closer to his face. he’s encouraging the little grinds of your hips, wanting you to ride his face. you’ve got your fingers threaded in his hair, pulling and tugging on the silver locks in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. it’s not working.
the moans you let out are pornographic, loud and broken. jack’s tongue slides through your folds, teasing you by pushing just the tip of tongue into your entrance before continuing his journey. he flicks your clit once, twice, three times before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. you scream out in pleasure, hips rocking down hard onto his face. your thighs tighten around his head and he groans into you, the vibrations add to the sensations you’re feeling. you tug on his hair a little harder, a way to tell him you need more. jack knows the signs and moves his tongue back down to your entrance. he pushes it in, fucking you on his tongue.
“more jack, please. i’m so close.” is what you breathe out. wanting you to come undone over him, he listens.
he traces the slick folds of your pussy, teasing the entrance before pushing one finger inside you. he curls it slowly at first, stroking the sensitive spot that sits deep within your walls. you rock against his hand, chasing the building pressure. jack notices the tells your body are showing, knowing you’re close. he adds a second finger without warning, pumping them in and out with deliberate thrusts, shallow at first before going deeper. he scissors them gently to open you up for him.
his lips find your clit again, circling it before alternating between rough sucking and light flicking with his tongue that draw out breathy cries from your lips.
this sends you over the edge. you don’t even realize it at first, not until you’re clamping your thighs down on his head. your body shudders and stutters in the rocking movements you’ve been doing. your fingers thread even deeper into his salt-n-pepper locks and tug hard. you cum with a sound that’s half squeal and half moan. when you finally come down from your orgasm, you move yourself off jack’s face and down to sit on his lower torso. you look up at him, seeing the mixture of cum and spit slicked down his chin. he’s got a wide grin and fucked out eyes, breathing hard. you can tell he’s proud of himself.
“not too bad for an old man, hey sweetheart?”
